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Odin really fancied himself a good father, even if his confidence in that fact had been shaken by a recent misstep.

At least, I think most people would call it that, he thought, as he continued playing the moment in his head over and over again, torturing himself with the details.

He'd always wanted to be there for his children, and when his daughter, Alvie, felt that he was the only one she could turn to about the stresses of adult life, he met her concerns with open arms and a tall, pointed ear for her to cry into. Graduating college was tough enough, but there was always going to be another stressor on the horizon, and even though her parents had done a great job preparing her for that fact, the gravity of it was enough to keep Alvie feeling down.

It was refreshing to her that even as a grown adult, she could confide her problems in her father, and being the wallflower that she was, she didn't mind a quiet evening in with him, as evidenced by the way that she was watching TV with him on the basement couch.

Just a few days before, however, she'd ended her venting session to him with a gesture that he returned...and he couldn't stop beating himself up over that.

"You know I wouldn't have done it if I didn't mean it," Alvie whispered to him, knowing that her brother and mother were upstairs, sleeping early that evening. "You don't need to regret it, Daddy."

It was a moment of misguided passion that led her to press such a full kiss to her father's lips; that was what he told her, to help her get over what she'd done in the heat of the moment.

The fact that he returned it for even the briefest moment left him doubting his own words all week, and with the weekend upon them, Alvie was upon him, resting against his side as the little spoon. She wasn't still: her backside was wigging against her father's lap, and much to her delight, his better judgment couldn't keep his member from reacting and pressing up against the front of his pants.

"I don't regret being there for my little girl at all," he assured her, "And I don't feel bad about what you did...but..."

"But you're worried you might feel bad over what you want to do, now?"

This time, it was Alvie consoling her father for his own moment of confusion. Her lips still tingled with the memory of tasting his own at the start of the week, and every night since, she'd gone to bed with webs of arousal on her fingertips as she worked herself into a frenzy.

Knowing that what she felt for him was real, but knowing further that she couldn't force him to commit such an act, she tried to keep her lust out of the equation, but ultimately failed: she knew what path she was pushing her father down, and the rush of excitement she felt at his returned kiss kept her from looking back.

"It feels like there's no way I can know if I want this without just going for it," Odin admitted. "But, you...you're my little girl. You came to me for guidance, and I did my best to give it to you. You didn't come to me for this."

"It's not what I came for, no," she agreed. "But I'm not complaining about what I found, and it feels like you aren't, either."

His arm was resting awkwardly against her side; he was fearful to wrap it around her waist, but she was already reaching for his paw to pull it further over her body.

"Alvie-

"Your body won't let you lie, Daddy. You've always been much too honest for your own good."

The pulse of his cock was so strong that Alvie giggled at it, feeling the throb against her covered rump and grinding back into it. "It's...j-just really hard to resist," he finally replied, hating the air of silence between their forbidden exchanges. "You're just...just as beautiful as your mother, Alvie. I can't help reacting this way around you; not anymore."

His concerns about the proper role of a father were fading fast, and she was glad to put those fears to bed completely as she kept taking the lead. The resistance in his arm faded as she tugged it, but it wasn't her tummy she guided his paw to: her breasts needed much more attention than the rest of her torso, and though it took a hesitant moment, she felt his need in the form of a squeeze at her chest.

She knew they had to be quiet, but keeping her gasp down required a quick, clever bite of the lip.

"So you're done questioning what you felt when you kissed me?"

"You kissed me , young lady."

"Yes, I did," she confessed. "But you liked it so much more than you let on..."

Her shirt was thin and comfortable, and her shorts were much too short to be resting against his lap, but none of those clothes would remain by the time Odin's paws finished roaming her body. "I didn't think you'd be ready to handle how much I liked it," he claimed. "But you really are a grown woman now, even if took me a while to accept that. You've got your own life, your own wants and needs...but I'm still your father, and it's still my job to help you attain those things."

"Even if that means pulling my shorts down and fucking me right here on the couch?"

Odin was still trying to cling to the thin lines of purity that justified the way he was interpreting his fatherly duties; Alvie was just desperate for a fuck, and her mind had long since accepted the juxtaposition that Odin must have been in.

She knew how wrong it was for her to seek out the throes of passion from someone in her own family tree, but the sparks she felt when she kissed him that Monday were unlike anything she'd ever known in her life: no aware, no accomplishment, no achievement, no matter how great could ever compare to the fire that roared in her belly, and the spark that electrified her spine in that blissful, forbidden connection.

She was prepared to do whatever it took to convince her father to let his walls down, as well, but feeling his digits crawl under her shirt to grasp at her uncovered breast, she turned her focus back to enjoying herself; Daddy was on board with the idea.

"There is a guest bedroom down here, you know," Odin reminded her, as his eyes moved toward the door at the other end of the room. "It would probably be a lot safer if we moved things in there."

Alvie shook her head. "Some of the best times of my life were spent snuggled up to you on this couch, Daddy...if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right here, right now."

Her demands would be met before the night was through, but seeing how hesitant her father was to start, she didn't expect his free paw to roam from her back to her crotch so readily. She expected a quick and casual rub, but was treated instead to the skillful press and roll of his thumb against her parted folds.

She was dearly grateful that her shorts were so easy to stretch.

"Flattered as I am that you want to skip the warmup, I don't think that's such a good idea," Odin teased her, finally letting his guard down enough to treat his daughter to some of his trademark humor. "You're nice and wet, but...not quite wet enough, kiddo."

"Hurry up and make me wet, then," she whispered to him, but her soft voice carried more than enough aggression. "Because it feels like you're ready to go..."

Reaching back blindly, she traced her own rump until she felt the tented tip of his cock through his pants. Grasping the pulsing, thick shaft, she gave a quick, curious stroke and felt her father's moan on the back of her ear in the form of warm, eager breath.

She giggled at how easily she could tease him to that point, but she'd never be satisfied with teasing him through his clothing.

"Thought I raised you better than to make demands like that," Odin replied, trying to get into the same mindset as his daughter. He didn't feel the same desperation that she did, but even a hint of her spark would be enough to drive him up the wall, and the further his fingertips worked past her folds, the more moisture he felt; it was only a matter of time before he needed to feel it in a more intimate manner. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it..."

"I guess there isn't always time for please and thank you," she joked. Her tail was starting to curl over her father's lower back as she stayed in close, making it easy for him to penetrate her womanhood with a pair of skillful, curled digits. "But if those are still the magic words, I'll _gladly_beg, Daddy..."

Her lust was palpable, but rather than being inhibited by it, she used it like a weapon against her father, knowing that he needed a little more encouragement than she did to go through with this.

Some part of him was still clinging to the idea that she'd only kissed him in a moment of emotional weakness, but she'd given up on that ideal, herself. She wanted to prove that she was completely sure of herself: that her father should look at her as his sexual equal.

"I dunno what kind of a father I'd be if I was into that," he claimed, but all the same, his knuckles landed against the curve of her entrance, burying his digits so deep that Alvie couldn't keep from sucking in a deep gasp. "But you're not looking for fatherly advice right now, are you?"

She gave a very slow, stammering shake of her head. "No, Daddy..."

"So you're ready to beg?"

He was turning the corner just in time to keep up with her burgeoning need; his reward was a fresh, silky trail of juices down his wrist as she leaked into his palm. "I'm ready to do anything you want, Daddy...if you'll just do one thing...f-for me..."

Neither of them needed to say another word. Alvie let out a shrill cry as her father's digits pulled free of her passage, and Odin groaned quietly as his daughter finally managed to free his length from his pants, but there were no more orders, no more teasing instructions, and no more delays.

She rolled onto her knees so quickly that her tail brushed against Odin's tummy as he moved into place behind her. The blanket that they'd been curled up under was the only cover that they bothered to grab, and even that was sliding away as Odin's arms locked in place around her tummy.

Feeling his weight and presence behind her was enough to make Alvie whimper anew, and the sheer gravity of his paws clasping together around her torso made it clear that he meant this.

No backing out now, is there? She thought. Even though he isn't wearing any protection, he's still going for it!

Foolish lust kept Odin pressing against his daughter, pinning her to the couch just as she found a proper stance with her hands and knees. She was ready to be taken, even if some part of her still worried about the implications of how this would change their relationship.

The warm, teasing rub of a cock against her pouting, tender folds made her forget that worry just long enough to arch her back and roll her hips toward a man that she never should have laid with.

"You're hesitating."

Alvie grinned as she noticed her father reaching the point of entry, but stopping momentarily. As much as she'd thrown all caution to the wind, her father was still a pure man; mostly, at least.

That he was about to bridge such a gap with his own daughter was weighing heavy on his mind, but she stole his focus back by easing her body into his own, completing the first, shallow thrust for him.

"Don't make me beg again, Daddy...d-don't make me wait any longer!"

Only half of his shaft was buried inside of her at the subtle push, but remembering the way he'd locked in around her lower half, he felt as though he was going back in time, mounting his wife for the first time on her parent's couch, just as he had when they were younger.

Alvie looked so much like her mother that his mind could believe the illusion, and it only needed to for a moment; the next moment was taken by his cock, burrowing all the way into her eager, grasping tunnel.

"Daddy would never make his baby wait.."

If she could speak, she would have teased him about what he'd just done. She would have mocked him about making her wait at all, and the depraved act that followed her patience.

Filled more than she'd ever been by any other man or toy, she could only draw in a whining breath and dig her claws into the cushions of the couch.

"But you're not just my baby anymore, are you?" he asked, as his hips went for their second pass. A series of quick, brutal thrusts followed as her womanhood adjusted to the length and weight of his rod, and on each pass, he met with just a little less resistance, until she was rubbing her face against the arm of the couch, drooling into the cushion with delight. "You're a strong, busy woman...w-with needs that I've gotta take care of..."

Alvie didn't need the tropes of an incestuous hookup to enjoy herself. She didn't need to be 'punished' by Daddy for acting out or lying, and she didn't care as much that what they were doing was so heavily frowned upon.

The fact that it should have been forbidden wasn't lost on her, but as soon as her father penetrated her, her focus turned to the wise, aged skills of his hips as they pumped into her body, and the impressive endurance that he held as the minutes passed. It stopped mattering to her as much that they shared a bloodline, as her focus turned to what a talented, passionate lover he could be.

Paws roamed up her torso as he took a grip of one of her breasts, forcing her face from the cushions. "This busy woman n-never has time for her needs," she admitted. Her head tossed back as Odin pinched her firm, sensitive nipple and tweaked it from side to side, dividing her attention between too many sources of pleasure. "But she's lucky to have a man like you...w-who...can take care of them for her!"

For his part, Odin couldn't stop thinking about their connection, but as torn as his mind was, his body was already over it. He couldn't recall the last time his flesh throbbed with such force, and inside, Alvie felt her walls being spread further apart by each deep, powerful flex of her father's member.

He wasn't one to question such a good time, but his moral compass was still looking for the right way to go as his pace became erratic, and precum spilled freely into his own daughter.

"For you...I really w-would do anything," Odin's voice became a hurried, desperate whisper as he pounded into Alvie with the kind of relentless force that he'd only ever reserved for his wife. Much to his surprise, she wasn't just handling it well, but pushing herself back into him, silently giving him permission to take out his every frustration on her body. "Even...f-fill you...to the fucking brim , Alvie..."

His words were unfairly arousing, especially in the heat of the moment. She knew she wasn't destined to last much longer, but her every nerve became terribly sensitive as her ears perked to her father's lewd, lust-driven voice.

She couldn't tell which of the next few thrusts actually pushed her over the edge, but she knew it was the powerful, orgasmic clench of her inner muscles that finally set Odin off, feeling the first strand of his seed inside of her passage only a moment later.

"Don't make a promise," Alvie paused, sucking in a tight gasp and letting out a high pitched squeal into the cushions, knowing she'd wake the whole house if she actually let out with her genuine cry. "If you...c-can't keep it, Daddy!"

There was no lying in his words or his actions: his voice faded into a low, eager grunt as his hips jackhammered into her body, and despite her small, petite frame, she stayed in and took every domineering pump from her father, including the full bulk of his impressive load. Her insides were absolutely painted with the mess, but Alvie never told him that it was her first time letting a man finish inside of her that way.

She was glad that the feeling of his juices swimming around inside of her left her speechless; she didn't know what to say to describe the heavenly warmth it brought her.

"Never have," he finally said, moaning quietly through his every word. "And I n-never will, Alvie..."

There was a brief quiet to follow, save for their heavy, exhausted panting, and the subtle schlip of his knot as it came to rest inside of her womanhood. "Oh...o-oh!" Alvie yelped, but she covered her mouth in the next moment, worried she might have stirred someone awake.

Feeling the same fear, Odin tugged the blanket up over his back and gestured down with his paw. Alvie took the hint and started lowering to the cushions, but before she could, she felt her body twisting; Odin made sure she went flat on her back so they could stay tied together, even in their sleep.

The blanket and their posture hid the most intimate details, but Butch couldn't help raising an eyebrow when he came down the stairs a few minutes later, seeing Odin curled up on Alvie's chest in such an affectionate manner...

He was so delighted to see that they were asleep that he didn't stick around long enough to see their mess of clothes strewn about on the floor.