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Serenity was always happy to wake up and face the day, but that morning in particular, she'd hopped right out of bed and stretched her arms overhead with a certain glee. She was more excited for a particular day than she had been in a long time, and the promise of what was coming that night was so enticing, she didn't know that she'd be able to wait for the right time to make her move.

If she walked across the hall without remembering to put on her pajamas for the morning routine, that just might do the trick...but she knew what a risk that move was, and she still didn't have the guarantee that she was looking for, as far as her father was concerned.

"I really am his daughter, aren't I?" she asked, admiring her full, thick form in the mirror and seeing him in the heritage of the bulky, powerful muscles that addled her entire body. "No point in denying that anymore than denying the whole reason I picked the movie I did..."

It had to be something sensual: she needed to set a tone that would make her intentions obvious, just in case her words failed her.

They were already jumbling on her tongue, and right then, she was only talking to herself, hoping she might be able to psyche herself up for what she hoped would be a very special occasion.

As long as she'd waited to make the move, it was guaranteed to be memorable , but whether that was a good thing or not was yet to be seen, and the tension was eating her up inside.

For the better part of a decade, she'd admired her father in a way that she'd never confessed to, but that night, she'd set the scene perfectly, and if she was going to take her shot...she didn't think she would do well to wait any longer.

31 years of age and a worldly woman in her own right, Serenity hoped that her father might pick up on her desires in a more passive way, or that he might confess his own feelings first, but he was a busy man: leading the life that he did, he didn't seem interested in taking part in another relationship...and certainly not, after the way things ended between him and Serenity's mother.

She could hardly remember her mother in the first place, but her youth was filled with fond memories of her father, Darius, always being there for her. Whatever she needed in life, he always found a way to provide, no matter how ridiculous or seemingly impossible the request.

Knowing the one that she'd make that night was a little out of the ordinary, she was prepared to hear a "no" from her father for the first time...but she was quietly praying that she wouldn't.

**

The cushions on the couch were pushed to the side just a little bit, creating a perfect pocket for Darius to slump into, and with the angle in his body, Serenity couldn't help falling right into his chest and his side...but the pair snuggled each other all the time, as close as they were.

Darius didn't think anything of it when her palm came to rest upon the wide, broad chest that he was so proud of, and her didn't make a single comment on her choice of attire, even when she intentionally wore something a little provocative.

"I really think you'll like this one," she explained, as she turned the movie on and placed the remote on the coffee table. "To be honest, I'm shocked you've never seen it before, but 'Shack Up' is like...an all-time classic romcom."

Darius shrugged, but not so hard that Serenity would be moved from his side. "Never been much of the movie going type, sweetie. You know that. Besides...this movie came out about 20 years too late for me to care about it."

"We'll see if you're saying that when they get to the topless scenes."

Her father chuckled, but that was a better response than she expected of him when she announced the movie containing such things in the first place.

"Believe it or not, I didn't watch these kinda movies when I was younger just for those scenes," he claimed. "I guess they're kinda nice and all, but...pretty sure most guys wouldn't watch that kinda stuff with their daughters in the first place."

"And most fathers aren't this close with their daughters," she reminded him. "But I've got the best daddy in the world, right here."

Her digits clenched at his impressive, thick flesh and stroked down the front of his body just enough that he couldn't ignore it: they weren't above the occasional, affectionate scratch of the other, but what she was doing was too amorous to be a coincidence.

Darius was starting to put the pieces together, but he wasn't going to complete the puzzle for his daughter, quietly thinking that it was wrong of him to jump to those kinds of conclusions.

"And I couldn't have asked for a better daughter," he agreed, letting his arm drape around her shoulder and guide her closer into his body.

He could tell that she was looking for greater affection by her words alone, but the combination of her soft, subtle drawl and the touch of her claws upon his flesh were overt : she was going to make her point if she just kept it up, but Darius was a little thicker than most, even if his daughter wasn't trying to start something so forbidden with him.

Treating that as the last, distant possibility, he ignored the way her digits reached the top of his abdomen, thinking that she might have been comparing their different physiques. She'd inherited her strength and frame from her father, but she put in the work herself to make sure that her body would be as thick and large as it could be, and her work deserved admiration...but he'd always hoped that someone else would finally appreciate her for what she'd done.

Right then, she was ignoring the screen and casting a gaze up at him that he couldn't deny the gravity of...but he still wasn't saying anything, even when his eyes dipped past her own and noticed the full, cupped cleavage of her breasts, aided by the impressive support of her sports bra.

She was ready to throw herself at him and go for broke, if that's what it was going to take.

"It means a lot to hear you say that, daddy," she whispered to him, dropping away from his stare and finding comfort in the warmth of his full, thick chest against her cheek. Resting there and rubbing against the spot, she took in a hint of his warm, enticing scent; it was strongest right after a workout, but right then, he was still coming down from the warmth of a shower, and still, hints of that natural musk were lingering, enticing her to act on whatever thought came next. "But it's...n-not enough."

Darius curled his arm down around her own and kept her close, but he cocked a brow at her brief explanation. "Not enough how, sweetie?"

It was then, or never: she couldn't imagine being this bold ever again.

"You've been a better father than I ever could have asked for, and given me everything I needed , but...t-this is about something else," she claimed. "This is about what I want, and...y-you...you're what I want, daddy."

She was expecting a rejection right then, worrying that she might have taken things a little too far already, but she was delighted to see her father smiling down at her when she checked for his gaze once more.

"You're all I ever could have wanted in a daughter, too," he agreed with her, smiling bright at the thought. "I couldn't have asked for a better one."

"No, daddy; that's...I...I love you."

Once more, he smiled, but there still wasn't enough of a change in her tone to get the point across. "I love you too, sweetheart."

When he started chuckling, he genuinely thought they were just having an affectionate moment between father and daughter, but Serenity wanted it to be something more than that, and the young hybrid was starting to get frustrated with her lack of results.

He hadn't outright rejected her advances, but then again, he didn't seem to know that she was making them on him in the first place.

"No..." her voice trailed off as she looked away again, realizing that she wasn't being overt enough. "Daddy, what I mean is...I love you. Like...r-really love you. In a way that a daughter probably shouldn't love her father... more than she should."

At that, even Darius could get the implication, but he still didn't want to act on what she was saying: he allowed her to guide the conversation as he cocked a brow at her once more and tilted his head just enough to force her to crook her own neck. "I'm not sure how we could ever love each other too much," he admitted, but his claim was immediately cut off by a quiet, frustrated huff and a palm cupping the side of his muzzle.

Leaning up and in, Serenity captured his lips with her own, going right past the sweet, tender kisses that she left on his cheeks whenever he did something nice for her.

She wanted to make it clear that she'd seen him in a different light, and if she could impart even a hint of the sensations he made her feel with the kiss, she knew she'd be successful, but even the delicate press of her lips upon his own wasn't quite enough to get her point across.

Before she gave him a chance to speak, Serenity suckled delicately at his bottom lip, pulling it back toward her with her teeth and moving just far away enough that their eyes could meet again...and this time, when Darius looked into his daughter's eyes, he could see something in their captivating depths that he hadn't seen from a woman in quite some time.

Without even thinking about it, he pushed in before she could pull away, and a quiet yelp of surprise was muffled into his muzzle as he took the lead for a moment, seeing how well Serenity would be able to keep up with the first genuine kiss he'd ever given her.

The grip of his open palm around her shoulder clenched that might tighter as he held on, allowing her to feel the excitement that she'd provided him in a way that could still be socially acceptable...but the act that caused such a response was completely forbidden; even so, he wasn't slowing down, and even took the kiss over completely as his lips moved over her own, bathing them gently and leaving Serenity in such a daze that she went still in her father's arms.

It started only as a tickle, but it was growing rapidly into a magnetic pull, keeping her right where she was and letting her father do whatever came naturally to him.

"Mn..._mmm..._w-wait..." she couldn't believe she was stopping herself when she'd come that far, but both of her paws came to rest on his chest as she created another small gap. "If this doesn't feel right to you...if I'm pushing you into this, please...don't let me. I don't want to hurt you, daddy."

"And I'd never want to hurt my baby girl," he assured her, "But this isn't the kinda thing you do on a whim, is it? How long have you been planning out this little shindig?"

She was so charged with passionate energy that she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself again: that little bit of doubt and hesitance was keeping her from going the rest of the way over the edge of taboo with her father, but she could feel her resistance crumbling as he offered her a sharper, teasing smile.

"You and I have never watched a movie...n-not this kind of movie...together before," she reminded him. "I thought that was gonna be enough of a clue, but I've wanted to do this with you for so long, I can't even remember the first time I fantasized about it; it's been years."

Being so fatherly was a tough thing to turn off: he was bewildered, but smiling and chuckling all the same at her confession. "I'm impressed you were able to fight it off for this long."

"A decade, at least," she confessed. "Maybe longer...but since I first saw you in that light, I haven't been able to see you any other way...when you're awake, everything you do turns me one, and at night, when you're asleep across the hall, you're still haunting my dreams...I just...j-just can't stand it anymore!"

She thought she would be the first to act: there was only a pair of shorts in her way, and she was quick to drag her claws into that fabric, but she'd only worn a sports bra and a pair of tight, clinging shorts herself...

...She was quite the enticing target, and when her father's warm, comforting grip came to rest on the straps of her brassier, she went stiff once more, as if her body was putty in his digits.

"Then don't torture yourself anymore," he whispered to her, finally accepting the severity and sincerity of her desires. "Just do what you're gonna do, baby girl..."

Once more, she was leading the kisses as she peppered his lips with a series of quick, darting touches, but she needed to lean back once more for his paws to guide the tight, gripping fabric of her sports bra up and over her head. Her bosom fell free and bounced into place as she came in closer and straddled either side of his thigh, but as exciting a sight as that was, Darius immediately felt the warmth and moisture of her mound against his flesh.

He couldn't believe that his own daughter was having such a reaction at his behest, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop her any longer, now that they'd come this far.

He was going to see it through with her, to whatever end they arrived at...they'd get there together.

"I promise I won't ask again," she offered, but as she leaned back from their flurry of kisses, she was kneeling just aside his lap, her breasts settled in his face and her body on display for him. "But you...y-you're sure you don't mind, daddy? You're sure you want this?"

"Baby girl...you're my whole life," Darius assured her, taking his time in coming up with the perfect response. "You're all I have anymore, and...that means I'm all yours, no matter how you'd like to have me."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he repeated. "If this is really what you want, then there's nothing for you to be afraid of, Serenity."

He would have done whatever she asked, no matter what her request was...but he didn't think he'd ever have to answer to the desires of her flesh.

Now that he was reaching down to cup her backside with one paw and rub the covered mound of her womanhood with the other, he couldn't believe that he'd missed so many signs from her, or made her wait so long for something that already felt so right.

**

The background noise of the movie was nothing more than a distraction as the incestuous pair left the living room: there was a quieter place for them to go through with what they were about to do, and somehow, there was another layer of taboo about it...but in the very bed where she'd been conceived, Serenity was going to give herself to her father for the first time...

...Or, as aggressive as she was, it may have been more fitting to believe that she was going to take him for the first time.

"You know you're not allowed to keep these on any longer, right?" she teased, having dropped to her knees in front of him as they arrived in the doorway of the bedroom. "Especially after you pulled my bra off...naughty daddy."

She was going to return the favor whether he liked it or not, but they were long past the point of denying their enjoyment of each other's company. Even as she tugged at the legs of his shorts and exposed the first few inches of his impressive length, she could see his grin growing, and along with it, a throb of vitality was running through his member, prepping it for the occasion.

If she had any doubts left, she would have felt them disappearing as his cock sprung free of the trap of his shorts and delicately bumped against the side of her muzzle: whether she was going to sample it with her mouth first or simply cut to the chase was a difficult decision, but she'd only get to know her father this way for the first time once.

Remembering that, it took her only another moment to decide on gripping the base of his shaft, holding the full, twitching length nice and tight. Guiding it to her smirking lips, she winked up at her father and kissed upon the tip, demonstrating a level of skill that he never knew she had.

He wasn't going to ask her where she'd learned the things she had; that was her business. He was glad to experience those things firsthand, but more than that, he was going to show her that, for being in his early 60's, he was still more than capable of making a woman squirm with orgasmic bliss, if they only gave him the chance.

"Pretty sure you were going to rip it off and throw it at me if I made you wait any longer," Darius claimed, looking down and admiring the full weight of her breasts, just beyond the spectacle of her lips trailing down the inches of his manhood. "Speaking of w-waiting...you just...ooh...you cut right to the chase once you get started, don't you?"

Now that she was off and rolling, Serenity was surprised at herself for taking so long to get started in the first place. She wasn't going to slow down, now that she had the warm, pulsing flesh of her father's cock in her maw, but she did take a moment to giggle around her mouthful, thinking about the hesitance that she approached him with, at first.

She just knew that her father would be understanding of her predicament, and she felt silly that she doubted him, or herself, for as long as she did; of course, she had no idea that he would be so receptive.

Her advances were more than he ever would have expected from her, but as his thick, powerful grip rested on her shoulders, he showed that he was up to the task of keeping up with her seemingly impossible demands.

"Glad you learned not to talk with your mouth full..."

She rolled her eyes for a moment, but she as nodding all the same as she took more and more of the overwhelming flesh into her mouth, until the tip was pressing at the back of her throat and pouring further into the confines of her neck.

As much as she was eager to get to the next step, she wanted to prove that she was up to whatever task her father ended up asking of her, and if he decided after this that his arousal with her wasn't a fluke, she wanted him to be confident coming to her for his sensual needs, whatever they might have been.

Her womanhood ached with need, and thinking about sucking him off again, completely at random, while he relaxed on the couch...that was only making it worse.

"But it's...g-gonna be really full if you keep that up, darling..."

His warning came just in time: she eased back from his member with a quiet, swallowing gag, leaving a glistening host of spittle across the tip and shaft of his bodice.

"Not that I would have complained about you giving me a little sample like that, I didn't come this far for a sample," she assured him. "I came here for the whole thing, daddy...and...I'm r-ready...for you to take me however you want."

Standing up and meeting his lips with another full, eager kiss, she gave him a sample of his own flesh, all while she gripped his palms and lead them to the curve of her toned, full backside.

He didn't need any further encouragement to tug her short shorts away from her body, but as he did, he was shocked to feel the warmth and slick arousal of her womanhood against his cock: there were no panties underneath, and with even the slightest adjustment, Serenity was able to push her father's legs into the edge of his bed.

Quite easily, he could have kept up with her and held his stance, if he were so inclined...but feeling that visceral, slick heat of her petals against his tip and the climbing pressure of her thighs on either side of his lap, he was more inclined to let his daughter win the day and take his cock however she pleased.

He knew nothing of her level of experience, but he did know how well endowed he was: letting her dictate the pace was part of his fatherly concern for her.

Gripping the flesh of her bare ass and squeezing it tight as she leaned back and lowered the entrance of her sex onto the tip of his cock, however, was nothing short of a passionate lover's intensity.

"Is it what you want, daddy?" she asked, doing her best to look like she was in control as she eased her soaking petals further and further down his shaft, embracing his length from the inside and revealing that, as impressive as her muscles were on the outside, she had plenty of skill controlling the ones on the inside, as well. "Is this...t-tight...fucking pussy...just what you wanted?"

There was something more about her desires that she hadn't revealed to him: something that had pushed her to make the decision as rapidly as she had, but she was keeping it as something of a surprise, not to be revealed until they'd finished their first round together.

As much as she'd already worked him up with her mouth, and as incredible as his length felt inside of her, she knew she wasn't going to last long...but they weren't going to stop with the first-round ending.

"It's what I needed ," Darius confessed, having gone far longer than he wanted to admit without laying with a woman. "My daughter's such a good little girl...such a good fuck...I wish you'd brought all this up to me sooner!"

She was beside herself with elation when she heard those words from him, but she wasn't going to stop with one small victory.

Seizing her inner muscles around the base of his cock and milking at his shaft as ferociously as she could, Serenity made the decision right then to take her father's seed by force, and much to her delight, she could feel a sudden, sharp increase in his pulse: he was going to grant exactly what she'd been after, only making her wait as long as the first few minutes of her passionate ride.

"We'll just have to make up for lost time, daddy," she recommended, and her wink sealed the deal for Darius, who unleashed his first torrent of seed inside of his own daughter's womb. "O-oh, oh fuck! I didn't think you'd already-

"Don't worry about it," he rumbled with bliss as his paws squeezed her ass that much tighter, using that new place of purchase to draw as much pleasure out of the act as possible. "Trust me, daddy can...k-keep going as long as you need him to..."

She'd started the ride, but as much fun as she was having with that sense of control, she was delighted to feel her father's legs kick up from the floor and plant on the edge of the bed: from there, his arms shifted to her lower back, and muscles went tense across his body as he pounded his hips up, driving the entire length of his cock into her stretched, eager passage.

No moment in her life held the kind of passion that she felt when the weight of his swinging, heavy sack slapped up against the bottom of her ass, and as her father squeezed her that much tighter, tugging her sensitive, tender nipples into the thick muscle of his chest, she was torn between fighting back against her moans, or crying out in her father's face at the bliss that he'd just given her.

It was still a hint short of an orgasm, but as his feet planted firmer and his pace increased, turning the flesh of his cock into a soaking blur, she couldn't keep her praises to herself any longer.

"O-oh...oooh fuck, Daddy! I've never felt anyone hit so deep inside...I've never felt a-anything like this!" she cried out and leaned into him, bucking back against his hips in the limited range of motion that she had left. "It f-feels like you're gonna split me in half...b-but I...I want more, daddy...I need more!"

Rubbing her face into the crook of his neck and crying out that much louder, she held on tight as his arms embraced her, and without warning, he rolled her over to the side. Feeling an even deeper drive from his length, she allowed him to finish the turn: before she knew it, she was on her back, her breasts heaving and her head rolling as her father took her in a traditional, but absolutely blissful missionary pose.

Between her thighs and leaning over her, he didn't just look like a caring father, but an impassioned and domineering lover, intent on making his little girl climax, even if that meant that he was the one who had to fuck her brains out.

The less he thought about the taboo, and the more he looked at his daughter like the thick, strong woman that she was...the more he admired the incredible musculature that she'd worked so hard for, and the look of bliss upon her face that she'd been brave enough to ask for...

...The less he felt any guilt about how tightly she was squeezing at his cock, holding him tight with her skilled inner muscles.

"I think I'm...c-cumming, daddy..."

Her voice was a hushed whisper, but as he lifted her legs back and pounded that much harder into her body, she let out a sharp gasp and sucked in another breath: the song that followed was pushing him along to giving her a second load, but even then, he wasn't sure that they'd be satisfied.

"Let it happen, baby girl...just relax and let daddy m-make you feel like the little piece of heaven that you are..."

To be treated so kindly by anyone at all, much less her own father, left Serenity feeling so touched inside that she thought it a miracle she was able to last even a second longer.

When her heels slammed down against his ass and her inner walls fluttered uncontrollably around his shaft, she knew that no one else would ever be able to make her feel the way her father did, ever again...and she'd never want to lay with anyone else, for as long as she lived.

"_Nnnfuck..._daddy...I'm gonna cum, daddy! You're m-making me cum! YES!"

Those were words that he never expected to hear from his own daughter, but the uneven clenching and desperate, shrill cries she unleashed, the panting of her desperate, burning lungs and the quivering of her limbs as she held onto him like her life depended on it...he'd known those sensations before.

There was nothing false about her climax, nor about the pleasure that wracked her body as she clung to her father that much tighter, knowing that her hot, slick passage would be graced with another load of her father's cum if she just kept up her best efforts.

She didn't know how much longer she'd be able, but with his fit, powerful body leaning against hers and pumping the full length of his cock into her body with each roll of his hips, she couldn't see an end to their fun in sight...

**

It didn't matter how many days went by: Darius could still remember every detail of that infamous day, at least...up until that moment.

He knew he'd gone at least a couple more times with Serenity, but the longer they pounded into each other and gave the very best of their muscled, rippling bodies, the hazier the details became, until he could only piece together the thought of waking up against her breasts, with her palm stroking the back of his head and her inner muscles flooding over with so much cum that it bubbled back out of her and stained the sheets.

That stain washed out the next day, as the incestuous pair cuddled together through the night and the next few days, but there was something more between them, after that: the kind of thing that couldn't be so easily removed was still waiting inside of Serenity.

The secret she'd kept was one of her cycle.

The younger hybrid was in the middle of her heat when she came to her father with such a burgeoning sensation of need, and the next day, when she'd confessed, she expected his response to be one of panic...but when he hugged her into his chest and kissed her forehead, he made it clear that he couldn't have been any happier with the turn of events.

Half a year down the road, Darius was in their home gym, out in the garage. Sitting on the bench with a tank top and a jockstrap as his usual lifting attire, he was straining against the last few repetitions of a set of inclined bench presses, and even before he placed the bar back in the rack, he heard the cheerful sound of Serenity coming through the garage door, holding a plate full of snacks.

"Working up one hell of an appetite, aren't you?" she asked, admiring the plentiful sweat that stained his scant outfit.

He snickered and nodded, letting out a heavy breath from his final rep. "Pretty sure you're the one that's eating for two," he reminded her. "But I appreciate the thought all the same!"

She handed him a small dish with an assortment of little snacks on it, but as he took it, he set it aside and welcomed his daughter into his side, resting his head against the swelling of her belly. She'd done all she could to stay in the impressive, muscular shape that she'd earned over the years, but there was no hiding the round, full tummy that she'd gained, and against that spot, Darius was purring, letting his future child know that he was there for them.

Serenity couldn't have asked for a better father figure to her future child than the man that raised her: she already knew what a wonderful job he'd do...