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I Can't Call You 'Dad' Anymore

A box of Cherry Soda.

He walked out at this time of night, with this rain falling all around him... for a box of Cherry Soda.

His cloaked image stalked the sidewalks on this rainy Saturday night... or was it Sunday morning going by the time? A quick glance at his watch said '3AM'... huh... would explain the odd look he got from the gas station attendant when he stepped through the door. He wasn't a robber, mind you, but with his onyx coat and pointed hat, he probably looked the part of any night-time murderer in a Victorian-era story. Or perhaps it wasn't the time of night or the clothes that shocked the store associate, but instead the person who bought the drinks in the first place.

After all, it's not every day that Baxter Crowley comes walking into your local Gas-In-Go, is it?

Tall, sharp and quizzical, with hair that was brown in some lights and black in others. He had a piercing look in his green eyes that could easily cut through a person, and the stern expression to back it up. Even now at this time of night with the wind blowing and the rain falling, he had this overwhelming gaze that seemed to dominate those around him, even when he wasn't looking at them. And if his looks didn't do it, his money certainly did. How much money? Well... enough money to buy the Gas-In-Go he just visited... as well as the entire city block for that matter.

Yeah... that kind of money.

But one thing many people didn't know about Baxter aside form his love of cherry-flavored sodas, and something you could never know unless you live with him, is the fact that Baxter suffers from insomnia. Well... that gas station attendant probably learned that now.

He lived on the north side of this fair city; Bellcrest was it's name. And despite his style of clothing, no, it is not the mid 1800s. And also no, despite ending up at this Gas-In-Go, his home is nowhere near this side of the city!

He just went out to get some Cherry Soda, but his wayward feet brought him around this corner, around that corner, through this street, through that street, over this bridge, under this overpass, along this sidewalk, and finally here. And now, his wayward feet would have to retrace his steps to bring him back home.

He knew Bellcrest like the back of his hand, so getting home would be as easy as getting lost in the first place... but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the alleyway he stepped through in the first place... and the little girl who stood in its way.

The little girl with the knife.

She was a shriveled looking thing, and from a distance at this time of night, you could mistake her for some sort of apparition or mirage. But standing before her now, with the silver gleam of her paltry blade pointed at him, Baxter could see just how real and just how desperate she was.

“G-Give me your wallet! N-now!"

Her voice was weak and tired, being just as brittle as her tiny body... a tiny body that was covered in fur. She was a beastkin, her fur lavender, her eyes hazel, and her age young. So very, very young. If he had to put his finger on it, he'd say she was seven or eight... nine at the most, but no older. And yet, she carried with her a knife, brandishing it towards him, even as her body shuddered under the cold rain and wind above her.

Poor thing's jacket wasn't good enough to stop a gentle splash of water, let alone a full rainstorm like this.

But Baxter needed to focus. He was alone out here, as an eight-year-old beastkin pointed a knife towards him, threatening him for his wallet... and rather poorly at that. Her body was rattling, her grip on her knife was slipping, and her hazel eyes darted around either in search of escape, or in search of anyone who may stop her.

But it was just Baxter, alone with his box of soda... and his indifferent look in his green eyes. He was being threatened for his wallet, yet he looked as if something only mildly interesting was going on... and it wasn't even that interesting. The beastkin didn't care, instead pointing her knife at him and stepping forward as she shouted out,

“GIVE ME YOUR DAMN WALLET!!!"

He cocked his head.

“Go home..." Baxter replied, his voice tired, “I have work in the morning..."

“I-IS THAT SOME JOKE! I SAID GIVE ME YOUR WALLET!!!"

Without hesitation, she threw herself at him, knife first in some adrenaline-fueled assault. Her blade was aimed for his belly, coming just shy of stabbing him... only for her hand to casually be grabbed into his own. He twisted with ease, moving like some sort of dancer as he knocked the child off her feet, causing her to stumble and fall face first into the rain slick ground... and without her knife.

Quickly scrambling up to her feet, she looked over towards Baxter, who casually checked the knife he had in hand. It was nothing more than a kitchen knife; not even good enough to cut one's steak, let alone stab a person. His inspection over, he eyed the little girl who just tried to stab him, watching as her expression shifted from violent to shear fear. She was scared, she couldn't even get up onto her feet, instead scrambling away until her back met a wall. All the while Baxter approached her, slowly, his daunting and powerful eyes picking her apart like a lion eyeing its prey. As tears bubbled in her eyes, she drew up her arms to block herself, while a few sniffling whimpers left her lips.

“D-d-don't hurt me!" she cried as she recoiled, awaiting a strike or a grab or a bark... that never came.

It took her a few moments, as seconds ticked on with no movement on Baxter's end. When she finally gained the courage to stare forward, she didn't see a fist, or a gun or anything like that. She saw... a candy bar. Baxter held it out for her, his expression still serious and stern, but with this warmth resonating from beneath its surface.

“Are you hungry?"

This was the night Baxter met his daughter, Mia.

…

“Hey... wake up, Dad. Dad. Dad... Dad...? Dad! Wake! Up!"

Swat!

“Mm? What?"

The golden glimmer of the morning sun came showering upon his eyes. What happened earlier? He was having breakfast he remembered that yes, and then he came to the lounge area to take some rest. Yes, yes, that's what happened. Uh-huh.

So uh... why was he getting smacked across the face?"

“Dad! Wake up!"

“Hnnn...? Mia...?"

His gaze finally moved forward, falling on the young woman who stood at his side. The young woman with a pair of wings extending from her back. She was a bat with lavender fur, aqua-blue hair, hazel eyes and a thin tail.

Slender and tall, the lavender bat had a figure comparable to that of an athletic tomboy. Her waist was narrow, her shoulders slim, her hips wider and toned, her chest busty, and her eyes were this cool, hazel glow that could pierce a person. Coupled with her aqua-blue hair that was spiky and spiraling like the rays of the sun, with one lavender bang that hung between her eyes, the bat easily exuded the allure of a girl far too cool for those around her.

This was Mia Crowley, Baxter's beloved daughter... and from the looks of it, he had done something wrong. She stood above him with her arms crossed, her expression annoyed, and her hazel eyes constantly leering in on him. He cocked his head back, naturally confused, before drawing his gaze down to see that she was dressed in her school uniform. A golden-brown blazer over top a white shirt with tie, golden-brown skirt that came down to her knees, and white socks that reached up to her thighs. This was the uniform of Bellview Academy; it even had its insignia – that of a golden bell with a city landscape upon its reflection – imprinted upon its chest.

“Dad!" Mia snapped, further jolting him in place as he rose up, “Tsk... didn't you remember what you promised?"

“Hnmmm...? Do I?" Baxter asked as he cocked his head at her, “Did I promise you something? Hah... if it's talk about a car again, my answer's still 'no'."

“Thhnn... you say that now, but..." the bat rolled her eyes, “That's not what I'm bothering you for. Remember? Yesterday you said you'd drive me to school this morning."

“I did...? Oh! Right! Heh heh!" he smiled as he scratched the back of his head, “I did say that, didn't I? You have to forgive your old man; he is pushing his late thirties."

“You're only 37, Dad, you're not old enough to be senile yet," Mia replied before pointing towards the hallway, “Ami isn't working today, so I need you to drive me to school. Unless you want me to play hooky all day."

“Like that would stop you from playing hooky anyway," Baxter retorted as he stood up, much to his daughter's chagrin. She even pouted at him as her hazel eyes locked in, only to scoff and gaze away as her arms crossed.

“Tch... whatever..." she muttered before drawing her eyes back, “You've been sleeping and forgetting things again, Dad. Let me guess..." her ears perked up, “Your insomnia is acting up again?"

“I uh... hmmmn..."

Now it was his turn to stiffen up. Though where as Mia remained indignant, Baxter instead wilted a bit. His insomnia... it was quite the sore spot with his daughter, and it showed on her face as her hazel eyes continued peering at him.

“Darn it, Dad!" she snapped, “If you can't go to sleep, just tell me! I'll pour you some milk or something."

“Pour me some milk? Hah... who is whose father here?" asked Baxter as he stepped towards her, walking behind as she began heading for their garage, “I don't think I need my daughter to pour me some milk like I'm a toddler."

“Tch! So what does that make you if you're not a toddler?" Mia asked as she looked over her shoulder towards him, “A ghost then? Just walking up and down our halls as you struggle to sleep? Come on, Dad! I don't mind taking care of you when you're insomnia acts up!"

“Haah... you have school, Mia. I can't bother you."

“And you have your job, Dad. You need your sleep..." she then stopped and pouted as her eyes glanced away, “You know I care about you, right?"

“Haaah..."

His head stopped low and he scratched the back of his head, before a sheepish smile appeared on his face. To many, the man who is Baxter Crowley is thought to be the second-coming of Patrick Batemen. He's serious and stern, and you'd almost never see his expression shift. If someone were to be told that he was indeed a serial killer, and his bouts with insomnia were just his nightly murder sprees, no one would be that surprised.

In Mia's eyes, this couldn't be further from the truth. Her father was less Patrick Batemen, and more... Daddy Warbucks.

Just twenty years younger, with hair, and damn-near crippling insomnia.

But there is one thing these three men share in common, and that would be their overwhelming wealth. In the ten years since Baxter took Mia in, his bank account hadn't gone down or even stagnated, no, it ballooned. And somehow, raising his adopted daughter on his own hadn't negatively impacted his earnings in the least bit. Then again, it was only him and Mia who lived in their manor, occasionally joined by their housemaid Ami, but even that was rare.

And what of that manor? What of Crowley Estate? It was a massive home on the upper east-end of Bellcrest, where other homes of equal size, stature and grandeur existed. Look across the street, and you have the home of Dr. Stephen Hold, to their right you have the home of famous entertainment family Fang, and to their left you have the east-coast home of the Strauss family. Yes, that Strauss family.

Everywhere you go, everywhere you look, you see money and talent beaming back into your eyes. Compared to their neighbors, the silent halls of the Crowley estate was downright rustic. It's walls were stone on the outside, but its halls were wooden on the inside, owning to this baroque style and architecture with its arched hallways and decadent furniture pieces. From the outside and even on the inside, one could compare to the Crowley estate to a castle!

A castle belonging only to two.

As he walked behind his daughter, Baxter wondered where all of the time went. He could still perfectly envision the young bat who held a knife up to him so many years ago. Why he took her in at the time, he couldn't really tell you. It was one of those stupid, spur of the moment type of things. Besides, it wasn't uncommon to find poor beastkin on the streets of Bellcrest ten years ago. In fact, it's still not an uncommon sight.

She claimed to have run away from an orphanage and had nowhere to go, which is why she took to trying to steal money on the street. He pitied her and... well... the rest is history. Some... well, many had questioned who the bat was that suddenly appeared at his side. He introduced her as his adoptive daughter, and that was that. Even if someone did think ill of their relationship, no one in their right mind had the galls to call Baxter Crowley out on a crime, especially with no evidence to back it up!

But any and all beliefs that he was doing something ill, were quickly dashed as the years went on. Mia grew up to be such a fine young woman, even if she was thought to be a badgirl at time. Always playing hooky, always gallivanting around with her friends a bit too late at night. But for as snarky and as teasing as she could be with her father, she never disrespected him, never thought treated him as anything less than the best. Even if she would scold him for his faults.

She was the only person who'd ever dare to berate Baxter for anything.

But after Mia's seventeenth birthday, Baxter noticed a shift in his daughter. She was always close to him, but nowadays she had become more distant. Spending more time out with friends, or just not talking with him as much as they used to. He thought it was just growing pains and she would get out of it, but even now at the age of eighteen on her senior year, Mia remained somewhat cold and distant.

Being a man and a mostly single one with little knowledge in understanding females, he wondered if this was just her body toying with her mind. It happened when she went through puberty, so why wouldn't it happen again now as she fully developed into an adult? He has asked Ami about it, but their maid only told him that which he already knew; that Mia was simply growing distant, and that's that.

Even now as they headed towards their car – his beloved Porsche – something about Mia just seemed... cold. He opened the car door for him, she thanked him, he got into his driver's seat; everything seemed normal and basic. And... that's just it; it was normal and basic. It felt like they were merely going through the motions, as it were.

Even when Baxter started up the car and began driving off, his daughter either casually looked out of the window, or checked her phone. He remembered a time where she yammered into his ear endlessly about this and that, but now he was fortunate if he got more than a 'hm?' or a 'huh?' out of her.

He thought about pressing her for more information, but she is a young woman, and one on the cusp of life. She was probably thinking about her own future, what with college in mind. So...

“You know... whatever it is you're planning, Mia. My business will always have a spot for you," Baxter claimed, drawing a scoff an a smile to his daughter's lips.

“Heh... Crowley Pharmaceuticals suddenly deals with nepotism?" his daughter remarked as she leaned on her fist, “That's not good, Dad."

“Well... perhaps but..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I only have you in my life. I'm sure not many people would be too bothered if their boss' daughter suddenly got a position among them."

“You clearly have spent too much time in board meetings," Mia retorted, “A lot of people will get pissed if their boss' daughter suddenly pops up beside them. Especially if she starts bossing them around, cuz I'd totally do that."

“Oh, Mia, don't say that," Baxter said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, “I'm pretty sure my subordinates would love working alongside you."

“You saying that shows how out of touch with reality you are, Dad," the bat countered with her own chuckle, “That's why everyone thinks you're a psychopathic murderer or something like that; you honestly believe people would enjoy working with their boss' daughter."

“I'd enjoy working with you," Baxter replied as his his face warmed up with a soft smile, “We could drive to work together and... come home together too. Heh... it would be nice," he sighed, “Especially spending lunch with you like we used to."

“Dad..."

Mia's voice sounded forlorn, but when he turned to face her, she stared away. His beloved daughter was a pensive woman, even if her cool looks can make her come off as being more meanspirited than she may actually be. The soft way her fingers prodded against one another, and how her hazel eyes looked out the window, her chest that rose and lowered with her every breath, the sound of her breathing as well with her strong inhales and exhales. He knew Mia like a book; his daughter was thinking about something... something serious.

But when he reached over and said,

“Mia...?"

She wilted a bit and tugged at the door.

“The academy's right there, Dad," she said offhandedly.

Leering through his windows... she was right. Often times Baxter finds himself going by habit, and he knew the pathway to Bellview like the back of his hand. At the sidewalk, you could see so many children of high society walking through the gates towards the school proper. Among them were a pair of girls, one blonde, the other brunette: Janet and Carla. They were friends of Mia's and humans... in fact, almost everyone who went to this school were human. Sure, there were a few hybrids in the mix, but aside form that? Not much else. Mia was the only beastkin who went to Bellview, and if she wasn't, well, the number was incredibly small.

“Mia...?" said Baxter as he watched her open up her door.

“Hm? Something wrong, Dad?" she asked as he looked at him.

They stopped for a few moments, his eyes looking down, then up towards her face, and then back down to the rest between them. Taking in a deep breath momentarily, Baxter came up with a warm smile and said,

“Have a nice day at school, dear. I love you."

She smiled back... then blushed... averted her eyes, tucked some hair behind her ear, then looked back.

“I love you too, Dad."

Baxter nodded and was about to turn away, but Mia moved in. Eyes closed, she pressed her lips to his cheek in a soft kiss... where she held it for a few moments. He sighed and attempted to look at her, but the bat pulled back just in time. Giving him a view of her backside, she got out of the car and closed the door behind her, before moving on to speak with her friends.

Left behind, Baxter gave a forlorn sigh as he sat back in his chair, his face also growing long. It appeared for a few seconds that he wanted to say something, but instead he reached up and palmed his face. He could still feel Mia's lips on his cheek; a warm reminder of her love for him.

He looked over, peering out the window towards his daughter as she spoke with her friends. She was so young, so lively, so beautiful, so cool. Marveling at the bat, he at times struggled to connect her to the one who tried robbing him of his wallet over a decade ago. Now she was this stunning bat on the edge of adulthood. The cool hazel look in her eyes, her lavender fur, her spiky aqua-blue hair which attracted eyes from all around.. He smiled at her... though his heart wailed as he watched her start to walk off.

Had he done something to create this rift between them? It wasn't anything major, and Baxter wouldn't disagree if someone called him melodramatic! But Mia is his daughter, so if anyone knew her emotions, could tell if something was up... it was him.

But his phone began buzzing. He needed to get to work.

…

His day to day schedule often times went like this. Regardless of if he suffered another bout of insomnia the previous night, Baxter would be a his office at around twelve PM. It was the same time every time, with no end in sight. And like every time, the sight of him walking down his halls with his expression so hard he could bend metal with his gaze alone, was enough to whip his workers into place. He'd then have a short conversation with his secretary, who'd remind him of any meetings he's had planned. After that, he'd retire to his office.

And no one is really sure what he does in his office.

They're sure he does business of course. They're sure he's keeping his company afloat. But what exactly is it he does to do these things? Well... not many people are sure. It's one of the reasons why his subordinates think he is some sort of psychotic, crazed killer. There are more stories of Baxter acting weird and strange, than there are of him being normal. Even as far as stereotypical businessmen go, there's just something about Mr. Crowley that everyone thinks is...

Off...

Still, he walks in, says his hellos to the usual suspects, rides the elevator, then makes his way to his office. There he works...

And works...

And woooooorrrrrrkkkssss...

Until the alarm rings and he looks at his phone. And that little alarm? The sound of the meowing cat that tells him his work is over? That was Mia's doing. He remembered the summer she fought to have it put on his phone. She was twelve then. Where has the time gone? Haah...

By now, it was around eight o'clock. The moon was in the sky, and the halls of his complex was completely silent. Sure, there were a few janitors walking left and right, but aside from them, Crowley was all alone. As he gathered his things and placed them within his satchel, he locked his eyes on the exit and walked forward, his mind assaulted by thoughts of his daughter.

Was it healthy for a father to worry about his child so much? Having never been a father – and a single father at that – he wasn't really sure. He didn't have any sisters, nor did he have any cousins whom he could speak with. Perhaps he could try asking his mother for help... but it's not like he's shared a conversation with his parents in a while.

Perhaps he was thinking too hard about it. She's a young girl... no... young woman now, one who would soon be allowed to make decisions on her own. She's probably thinking about what college she should go to in the future, and even what to do after that. Perhaps that would explain why she's been so distant... and why he yearned for her so.

He missed the days where she'd tug at his arm and ask for everything under the son. He missed the days when she had super inflated ego because of all the money she suddenly had. He even missed the days where her changing body confused the both of them, forcing him to ask their housemaid for help.

Maybe he was just getting too old. Is... is 37 old? Hmm...

Before Baxter knew it, he was returning home as he drove through his estate's gates. Ami no doubt picked Mia up from the academy and took her home, and if she hadn't, his daughter probably got a ride with one of her friends. Being a bat herself, Mia had the tendency to stay up for longer times, so there's a chance she was still up. They could even have dinner with one another, assuming she hasn't already had dinner.

The thought made his heart pick up a bit, though with his stoic face, you wouldn't be able to see it. He just drove into his home's opulent garage which housed no more than two cars, and parked inside. Honestly, he's never been much of a car person. His Porsche was the only car he loved. The other car – that curvy corvette – that belonged to Mia, of course.

She begged him all throughout summer for it, and he said if her grades were good come fall, he'd buy her one for Christmas. In reality, he was going to buy it for her anyway. He's never been good at saying 'no' to his daughter.

Perhaps then he should give her a new gift? That would help smooth things over so that they could talk. He had gotten her a new game console for her birthday, even if she didn't really ask for anything, but he could get her something else! What... huh... what is it that eighteen-year-old girls like in this day and age?

Hmmm...

“So did you hear what happened to Malin?"

“Tch... how could I not hear what happened to Malin?"

Ah... right! Girls her age like gossip! Sooooo... should he buy her a diary then? Though... for an eighteen-year-old, it's probably sounds pretty late to buy her a diary now of all ages. But uh... wait... those voices?

Exiting out from his hall, Baxter's eyes cut across into the wide and spacious living room of his home. The grand TV he owned was playing some movie, but it was clear neither he nor its actual viewers were paying any attention. For drawing his gaze down, his eyes befell a trio of young girls all reclining casually upon his couch and chairs.

One was tall with long blonde hair that flowed from her head, and a rather voluptuous figure. She was adorned in the uniform of the Belleview Academy clothing, but with her blazer removed and her blouse undone for a slack appearance.

This haphazard appearance was shared with the girl next to her; a brunette. She was more slender than the other, but she was no less serious and uppity in looks with her sharp blue eyes, and her one leg crossed over the other as she ever so casually checked her fingers.

And on the other side, walking in on them whilst carrying drinks in her arms was--

“Mia?"

“Huh? Dad...?"

Mia looked at her father with an eyebrow raised. She – like the other two – had her blouse undone slightly at the top, flaunting her cleavage... and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

“Huh? Oh, hey Mr. Crowley," said the blonde as she looked up at him.

“Mr. Crowley...?" muttered the brunette as she looked over her shoulder, “Oh! Mr. Crowley!"

These two were the usual suspects when it came to Mia, for they were her friends--

“Janet... Carla," Baxter muttered as he eyed the two, “It's after seven... shouldn't you two be at home?"

“What? On a Friday?" Janet – the blonde – said as she waved her hand dismissively, “It's not like we have to be at the academy in the morning or whatever..."

“It's... Friday?" Baxter replied in genuine surprise... though with how muted his voice was, Janet and Carla thought it was a joke as they both began chuckling. Mia did not as she walked up closer to her father, realizing that – yet again – time he had forgotten what day of the week it was. Baxter was the type of man who worked more often than he did not, so his schedules often looked like a large blob of nothing but business.

“Hey, Dad, you look tired," Mia said as she gave him a reassuring smile, “Why don't you just..." and then she removed his satchel, “Go and relax. You've been at work all day today, I know you have. You left after dropping me off."

“Mia..." as he looked at her face... before dragging his gaze down to her chest, “You're not wearing a bra..."

“Wh... what?"

“BRAAAAA-HAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAA!!!"

His statement came out of nowhere, taking Mia and her friends off guard. Janet and Carla were quick to start laughing, while his daughter merely looked at him like he'd sprouted a second head. And Baxter being Baxter... he just stared back, wondering why everyone was acting as if he had said something weird, when all he did was make a curious observation.

And Mia knew this. Her father was a lot of things, but one thing he is not, is knowledgeable about the unique problems women and their bodies face.

“Dad... you know I'm a girl, right?" she said whilst gently twirling some hair around her finger.

“Yes... is something the matter?" he replied, his head cocked to one side.

“Well... bras aren't the most comfortable things in the world..." she answered, “So I take it off when I get home. I always take them off when I'm just relaxing."

“I've never noticed..." he muttered, only to close his eyes, “Or... I've never paid that much attention to notice."

“Weeeeeelll... it would be pretty weird to stare at your daughter's chest," Carla replied, making him cock his head.

“Huh... well... I guess it would be..." Baxter muttered as he scratched the back of his head, “Haah... I must be really tired..."

“You are, Dad..." she said as she watched him step off.

“And it must be rather cold..."

“It is a bit... uh..."

Mia looked down... and then she realized why her father suddenly brought up the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. It was a bit nippy in here she'd admit, but not so much that she noticed or even felt her nipples starting to get hard. That realization made her cross her arms over her chest, while her friends began laughing even more. All as Baxter started walking off, desiring the comforts of shower to help relax.

“Oh quiet you too!" Mia suddenly snapped, causing her friends to stop laughing.

“Honestly! Hee-hee! I wish I was a cool with my Dad as you are with yours!" Carla remarked, “If my Dad saw my nipples poking through my shirt, he'd have thrown a fit! Like..." and then she pumped up her chest whilst saying in a gruff and acted manner, “What are you doing young lady! The servants are walking around! Put on a damn shirt this instant!"

“Yeeeaaaah... say, why is your Dad so cool with you, Mia? Is it cuz your adopted?" Janet added on, though the bat shook her head.

Looking over her shoulder, she stared at her father's silhouette as he walked down the halls of his mansion. And though her friends could not see it, a gentle smile appeared on hr lips.

“No... I'm just lucky, I guess."

…

Baxter didn't know when his insomnia grew so strong. It was one of those things that just... happened one day, ya'know? Like... he just started staying up later and later and later until... he suddenly stopped sleeping as much. He knows medicine, he knows science, he knows the body, he runs a pharmaceuticals company, so he should know these things. But when it came for the reason behind his insomnia... he couldn't tell you.

There was no trauma he suffered, no injury. It's as if one day his body just decided that sleep was no longer necessary... so it stopped.

Yeah...

What time was it? 4 AM? Yeah... it was 4 AM... and yet the sound of his feet stepping against the floors of his home, were audible to all.

Baxter was up, wide wake, and endlessly walking from one end of his estate to the other. He could feel his feet starting to ache and his legs grow numb, but neither of these things made him stop, nor did they make him long for his bed. So he kept walking and walking and walking, not stopping until he arrived at a destination befit for him.

And that destination was his lounge.

It was a simple and quiet place, with arched ceilings, various couches, a coffee table in the center, and a grandfather clock at the wall. He often came to the lounge during the day... and mostly to pass out after having stayed up all night.

Tonight being one of those nights...

As he sat down at his couch, Baxter stared around his surroundings in a silent manner. It was spotless and silent, with only the click of his grandfather clock being around to accompany him. Well... that and this cup on his coffee table.

'WORLD'S BEST DAD!' said the mug before him, written in such bold, green letters against its smooth brown surface. Seeing it brought a forlorn smile to Baxter's face, and he gently picked it up into his hands. He had been looking for this cup for the past few days now, but he couldn't remember where he placed it. Perhaps its merely a placebo affect, but he swears coffee tastes far better when he drinks it out of this cup, as oppose to any other one.

Mia would say that was the love he was tasting.

This cup was a special Father's day gift his daughter got for him when she was eleven. She said she picked it out among many other cups at the pottery store, and that she was proud of it. No, wait, she was super-duper proud of it! Heh... he remembered how much her face beamed when she gave it to him.

He'd never loved a gift more in his entire life.

“Haaah... where has the time gone...?" Baxter muttered aloud.

“Maybe if you stayed up less, you wouldn't be asking that question so much," Mia's voice rang.

His eyes widened as he heard his daughter, and he turned to face her direction. There she stood at the entrance to the lounge room, her hazel eyes peering at her father. Mia's face was aloof, her fur was shimmering, and her hair was curly and wet... had she showered recently? Sniffing the air... yes, she had; he could smell her favorite cherry-scented body wash as it wafted off her body.

Hmm...

Due to the time, the bat was wearing her nightgown; a shimmering, silver garment that hugged close to her midsection, dragged against the floor, flaunted her back and shoulders, and exposed her cleavage. In a way, it made her look like a young duchess in a fantasy story... though...

Baxter didn't remember buying her a nightgown that was so... complimenting to her assets...

“Mia...?" he muttered, “You're awake?"

“Dad... I'm a bat," she replied with a wry grin, “I always stay up on the weekends," her expression shifted, becoming more concerned, “But what about you? Ah... who am I kidding; we both know it's your insomnia."

“I'm fine, Mia, promise," Baxter said as he gave a sheepish smile, but his daughter didn't agree.

“Tch... yeah right..." she muttered as she walked closer, standing above him with her fists on her hips, “Go to bed, Dad. I can stay up because I'm young and I don't have school tomorrow... but you...?" her expression grew softer, “You know I worry about your health."

“I'm fine, Mia... I'm..." plap... “Huh...?"

No warning, she just got closer and... sat in his lap. Looking down, Mia's face was so close to his, and her chest was pressed up against his chest. Baxter gawked at her slightly, while she continued giving him this face of soft worry. It quelled her father, who relaxed as his arms wrapped around her waist, and her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Dad..." she whispered, “Something is bothering you, I know it. You're insomnia always gets worse when you're worried about something... so..." she cocked her head, “What is it? Did something happen at work?"

“No... nothing happened at work," he answered with a shake of his head."

“Hmmm... did grandfather call you again? Is that what's bothering you?" she asked next, to which he once again shook his head whilst saying,

“No..."

“Hmm... then... what is it, Dad...?"

“I... I uh..."

He averted his eyes, for he knew what the answer was, despite not wanting to admit to it. It must sound silly that he feared he was losing her, especially when she was so close to him right now. The intimate touch of his loving daughter, the way she hugged him, spoke to him, looked into his face. It made him feel all warm... but...

How long would this intimacy last?

“I'm sorry if I ever worried you, Mia..." Baxter remarked as he stared his daughter in her beautiful hazel eyes.

She stared back, first taken aback, but then she smiled in a near hapless manner. Oh this father of hers; for as dangerous as his subordinates make him out to be, he was as secretly as gentle as a bunny rabbit.

“Oh... Dad... you idiot..."

Plap...

“Hnn?"

“Come here you..."

It's... been a while since he's been this... close to his daughter. Getting an embrace was one thing, but getting a hug like this was something else entirely. Baxter's head... was lying against Mia's chest. Her soft, pompous, busty chest. It cradle his head perfectly, like he was resting his head against the most perfect pair of pillows he's ever known in his life. And that's saying something considering the pillows he owns. But none of them were this warm... none of them were this inviting... none of them had the beating of his daughter's heart from within... none of them were filled with this much love.

Love... ahh...

“Hnn... Mia..." he whispered as he hugged her in close.

He felt her wings close in over them, but she didn't say a word.

…

You never know when you fall asleep. It's not like you can just tell that... oh, I'm a sleep now. Not unless you're really good at lucid dreaming, which he is not. Whatever the case may be, Baxter fell asleep on that couch within Mia's arms... and it was perhaps one of the best sleeps he's had in a long, long, long time.

Good thing he didn't have work in the morning, or else that would have created a few complications for how deep into his rest he was. He didn't wake up at eight or nine – like he typically does – nor did he wake up at ten or eleven. If she hadn't come along, he probably would have slept straight through to two o'clock.

But...

“Dad!"

“Huhnn...?"

Baxter's green eyes cut open, gazing up to the ceiling of his home. The amber glow of the noon sun pierced through the windows of his lounge, illuminating everything in its golden light. He leaned up himself, groaned too as a felt a few bones popping into place. His body had been lightly covered in a blanket, placed there not by himself but by--

“Mia?"

“Good morning, Dad!" her cool voice answered.

He looked over his shoulder, staring across the spine of his couch towards the bat who answered his call. Mia stood there at the entrance to the lounge, a warm and beaming smile on her face, her beloved black and gold baseball jacket on her shoulders, her legs covered in a skirt that came down to her thighs, and sneakers on her feet. In her hands laid a platter, with a plate of french toast and a cup of hot coffee. And on her face there laid this beaming smile that reminded him of the young chiropteran who used to cling to his leg.

“Had a nice sleep, Dad?" Mia asked as she walked up closer to him with the platter in hand.

“Better than I've had in a while," he answered as he shook his head, “I didn't realize I fell a sleep... ah... but..." he eyed the platter, watching as she placed it upon the coffee table before him, “What's with all of this?"

“Uh... it's breakfast?" she replied in a snarky manner whilst sitting down next to him, “I made it for you since Ami isn't here. It's just you and me together today, Dad."

“Just you and me...?" he muttered, to which she nodded.

“You rarely get days off from work, and it's even rarer for us to spend time together," she stated, “My friends are all doing something else, so I have nothing to do... so... I just figured we could spend time the day together!"

“Spend time together...?"

Baxter eyed Mia, curious and confused. Over the past few years, he had felt them drifting more and more apart, but suddenly on this random day, she just wanted to spend time with him? He wasn't sure how to respond to this... if he could respond to this. How should he respond?

Well, his body certainly responded. He felt a bit... emotional, really. It was hard to tell, especially when he looked away, but Baxter's face grew a bit softer. Mia noticed it, and it brought a soft smile to her face as well... but she said nothing.

“So... what are we going to do?" Baxter asked when he finally gained the courage to stare back at her, “It's not like I hang out a lot with my colleagues... not since my college days, at least."

“Heh... don't worry about it, Dad," Mia replied as she placed her hand upon his thigh, “Why don't you eat breakfast and take a shower. We can go to the mall or whatever..." her shoulder pressed up to his shoulder, “It'll be like the old days. I can even climb on your head like I used too."

“Climb on my head, huh? Hah... I think you're too big for that, but..." he nodded, “A day at the mall with my daughter?"

…

It sounds fun...

So in the city of Bellcrest, you have Bellview Academy. Also in the city of Bellcrest, you have Bell_ton_ Mall.

Please, do not confuse the three together.

If the business district was the heart of Bellcrest, and Bellview Academy was its mind, then Bellton was its soul. A large complex of three stories, yes, three stories, that contains store after store after store! The only thing that could beat out the number of stores, would have to be the number of fountains. And the only thing that could beat out the number of fountains, would probably be the number of bells.

If only that was an exaggeration...

Seeing stoic businessmen at Bellton Mall wasn't that surprising. It was almost an unspoken rule that if you see a businessman within its walls, he's probably buying any number of gifts for his family... but more likely, he was probably buying gifts for his mistress. Typically to keep them quiet. It made it hard to discern if the young girl clinging to any man's arm was his daughter, or sugar baby.

However... the idea of seeing Baxter Crowley at Bellton mall, was akin to seeing a photo of big foot. He was a rarity at best, and an oddity at worse, with many people only thinking they've seen the illustrious businessman. But on this afternoon day, he could be found in front of Bellton's famous Silver Fountain, gazing upon is bells as water sprinkled from its surface.

He looked indifferent; some would even argue he was flat-out board, but he was there. And absolutely no one had the courage to speak to him. No one... but of course...

“Hey, Dad! I got them!"

“Hmm?"

Looking over his shoulder, his eyes befell Mia as she sat down on the bench next to him. In her two hands laid two ice cream cones; one vanilla with chocolate, the other chocolate with caramel and nuts. Vanilla was hers, and the chocolate was his.

Handing her father his sweet treat, Mia flashed Baxter a beaming smile, while he looked back with a small smile all his own. It had been so long since he'd seen his daughter act so bubbly, so he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he possibly could. Though he couldn't help but to wonder if Mia had any ulterior motives. Not that he distrusted his daughter or anything; she never once used her influence over him for anything ill... though she probably knew she could ask him for any number of gifts, and he'd be incapable of saying 'no'. So he had to ask...

“Okay... what is it?"

“Hm? What's what, Dad?" Mia asked whilst giving him a confused look.

“You... you want something, don't you?" he asked bluntly, causing her wings to flutter and her eyes to widen, “So what is it? New clothes or something like that?"

“Tch! Chchchchchchch! Dad, I don't want anything from you!" Mia replied with a grin, “If I wanted something from you, I would have just asked. You would've brought it for me anyway..."

Damn... she had him there!

“Then... why all of this?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Why all of...?"

Mia cut herself off, looking at her father like he'd just grown a second head. He could only stare back, also confused and wondering if he too had said something strange... or, well, stranger than usual. Whatever was going on, it was enough to make his daughter break out into a wide grin, and then enter into an even louder laugh that further perplexed Baxter. It was like everyone was in a joke he was too stupid to catch!

“Chchchchchchchch! Okay, Dad, okay! Hah hah! You got me, you got me," Mia said as she gave him a hapless look, “I had ulterior motives, Dad. There is a reason why we came here."

“Huuh... is there some new broach or choker you want?" her father asked, to which she shook her head.

“No, Dad. It has nothing to do with clothes, but it has everything to do with you. Come on..." then she stood up from his bench, her hand extended out with him, “Let me take you there, okay?"

“Hmnnnm... okay..."

Extending his hand, Baxter met Mia's, who held upon him in a firm grasp. And then – hand in hand – she began leading her father along like some sort of puppy, taking him deeper into the mall. The two enjoyed their ice cream along their walk, with every step making Baxter wonder what exactly his daughter had going on.

She led him away from the fountain, down this lane, down that lane, up these stairs, and soon he found them coming to a more adult section of the mall. Should he be alarmed by this? Though he's not a good father, he still is a father, so he should stomp his foot down as things grew more risque around them. As if sensing this, Mia turned to face him whilst saying,

“Trust me, Dad..."

And... well...

He did.

So Baxter didn't say a word, instead continuing on as they came to--

“Jules Winery...?" he muttered with an eyebrow raised, “Mia... I know I'm not the most strict parent, but you aren't an alcoholic, are you?"

“No, Dad," Mia said as she shook her head, “All I have is the occasional wine at your little galas, but nothing more, I promise. Ch! You'd probably lose your mind if I began drinking."

“I... huhnn..."

He couldn't really respond to that, because even if he was slack in terms of his parenting, he could put his foot down when necessary. But the fact that he's never had to do so with Mia only proved how independent and mature she was. There was never a moment where he felt like he needed to punish his daughter, even if she did things which went way over his head. Compared to what the sons and daughters of his colleagues did, Mia was practically a saint!

She was cool... kind... smart... mature... so many, many things. At times, he wondered if this was all due to his parenting, or if she got that way from the life she lived beforehand.

“Dad...?"

“Huh? Yes?"

“Chch! You're doing that thing again where you just sit there and get lost in thought," Mia said, causing him to--

“Ooooh... sorry... I was just... thinking is all... anyway..." he straightened up, “Why Jules Winery?"

“Just come inside, okay?"

He nodded, following her inside the wine store where he was suddenly blasted by the fragrance and odors of expensive alcoholic beverages. It had a similar odor to their wine collection beneath in the estate, though not as fruity. The brown and regal coloring was similar though.

Standing there in the center of the store, Baxter looked left and right while is daughter walked up to the counter, speaking with the woman there. They spoke with a hint of familiarity; Mia has been here before. But for what reason? Why did she want, and why did he need to be here in order to get it?

Well...

The woman gave Mia... something. It was covered in an elegant brown bag that had 'JULES WINERY' written upon its surface. Baxter raised an eyebrow as he tried to see what was in the bag, but to no avail. He figured it was something alcoholic, but that was it.

“Mia...?" he whispered, watching as she turned to face him, “Did you pay for it...?"

“I paid for it months ago, Dad," said his daughter as she jostled the bag lightly, “But uh... before I show you what's inside, why don't we go somewhere more private? Heh... I don't want to embarrass you in front of everyone."

“Embarrass me...?" he repeated, confused... though he didn't pry in further.

Mia merely shook her head, and with her bag in hand, she wrapped her other arm around Baxter's, clinging close to her father. Pointing forward, the young bat lead him out of the wine store, and back through the halls of the mall. Baxter kept trying to take peaks at whatever it was inside of her bag, but being the ever wily young woman she was, Mia was capable of blocking his view with ease.

“Nuh-uh-uh! No peaking, Dad! It's a surprise!" she even said in a scolding manner, causing him to chuckle.

“Of course. Apologies, Mia," he said, his lips curling.

Continuing on with her guidance, Baxter was led out of the mall and back to his Porsche, where he – as usual – opened the door for Mia. He could hear her giggling with excitement, which in turn made him excited to see what was in this bag. So almost like a child himself, he rushed to get into the driver's side of his car, sitting down in it where he quickly turned to face Mia.

And he saw a bottle of wine. A bottle of cherry-flavored wine. And not just any cherry-flavored wine, but cherry-flavored wine straight from Belmond itself. Its surface even said in such bold letters 'TEPES VINEYARD' which, if you know the world of wine, Tepes Vineyard creates thee perfect wines, and they've been doing so for centuries.

Mia held the bottle up before her father, who marveled at its sleek red appearance. And when he grabbed it into his own hands, he felt its weight as it pushed down upon his palm.

“What is the meaning of this, Mia?" Baxter asked as he looked at his daughter, who grinned back.

“You dolt," she replied, “All day long, you never realized what today is, did you?"

“Is... today important?" he asked, still confused.

“Tch! Figures! You're always working on this day, so I'm not surprised you don't remember it," Mia replied, “Dad... it's your birthday!"

“It's my... birthday...?" he repeated as his eyes grew wide in shear amazement... only to close in shear disbelief of his own ignorance.

It was his birthday! Hah! How could he forget his own birthday! Then again, the last time he actually celebrated his birthday was five years ago, for Mia was right; his past few birthdays have been with him at his job. His fellow colleagues often threw lavish parties for their own birthdays, but never Baxter. He only ever threw lavish parties for Mia's birthdays.

“Happy Birthday, Dad!" she said excitedly as she clapped her hands together, “We rarely get the chance to spend time together with one another so... I just wanted to say thank you... thank you for everything. Thank you for picking me up off those streets and raising me... I wouldn't..." she looked down in a demure manner, “I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. And for that, I could never thank you enough. Dad..." she stared up at him, smiling in a manner that reflected the sun, “I love you."

Looking down at the wine in his hands, Baxter quaked momentarily. The gift was amazing, but Mia's words were even better. And those words... they... they...

“Sniff... sniff... hmmf... sniff!"

“Dad...?"

Tears started bubbling in his eyes as a rush of emotions swelled within him. Baxter never showed emotions to those around him, save for his family. And when it came to his family, there was only ever one who saw the true Baxter, and she was right in front of him.

“Dad... heh... oh Dad..." Mia said as she watched him cry.

“Thank you, Mia. Thank you so... so... much... sniff!"

…

Pumph!

“Hnnnngghh... oooooohhhh..."

Why'd he do that? Oh why oh why did he do that? Hhhghhh! Now his head hurt! Oh boy did his head hurt! And the equilibrium of his body was a bit off as well. Everything just felt so... strange.

For a man who suffers insomnia more often than he'd care to admit, Baxter had a bedroom fit for royalty. 'Big' didn't even begin to describe it. Perhaps a better world would be... 'enormous' or perhaps even 'ginormous'. Yes, something that holds weight behind it! Baxter had a gargantuan-sized bedroom!

From entrance to balcony, it would probably take you a few moments to walk that distance. There was a fireplace directly opposite of his bed, a full on walk-in closet which itself leads into his walk-in bathroom, not to mention the various drawers and what not around, along with his full-body mirror beside that. And the entire bedroom owned this aged, regal design, with elegant pattern upon its arched walls, its rugs, its curtains, and the bed itself.

His bed.

A large, massive bed, with curtains draping its frame, and a golden-brown color to match. And with everything being so spotless, the room was perfect enough to make true royalty quiver.

It's just so sad that, once again, Baxter seems to sleep everywhere but his bed.

Face first in his mattress, he groaned as the taste of cherries and alcohol danced about within his mouth and nose. That bottle of Tepes Vineyard cherry-flavored wine... it was without a doubt some of the most powerful alcohol he's ever had. Not so much that it would kill a man, but certainly enough that would give most normal wine connoisseurs some pause. And Baxter downed about half the bottle, maybe even more.

He honestly couldn't remember how much of it he drank... he probably finished the bottle off completely.

“I told you not to drink all that wine in one sitting, Dad," Mia's voice rang, causing him to pull his head up.

Rolling over upon his back, Baxter stared over towards his daughter, who stood with he arms crossed and a grin on her lips. He leered back, annoyed by he statement, but also knowing that, yeah, she was right. She did warn him, but after he took one sip... and then another... and then another... and another... he kind of let his lips get away with him. And now he was suffering for it.

“I drank too much," he muttered, stating the blatantly obvious.

“It's alright, Dad," Mia said whilst sitting on the bed's edge beside him, “It's your birthday. If there's any day to get drunk, it's today."

“Haaah... I'm gonna need to talk to my secretary. I may be a little late going into work tomorrow."

“Don't worry, I told Ami already to tell your secretary you may be a bit off," Mia said, making him smile.

“Haaaah... sometimes I forget who's taking care of who," Baxter muttered as he rubbed his forehead, “Haaah... I just kept thinking about what you said in the car and... it made me emotional. So I kept drinking. I still want to cry a little bit..." he shook his head, “Aaah... it's embarrassing; I'm acting unlike my age."

“It's okay, Dad," Mia said as she rested her hand upon his thigh, “Like I said, it's your birthday; get drunk, why don't you?"

“Yeah... heh... you say it so easily," he muttered as he shook his head, “But... Mia... thank you... thank you for everything. For this wine, for this birthday. Haah... this has been the best birthday I've ever had."

“Oh Dad..."

Turning to face him, Mia closed her eyes and pursed her lips, planting a kiss upon his cheek. He held and hugged her back, embracing his daughter as the warmth of her body met his. It was sweet and kind and gentle... but she held it for a few moments longer than usual.

“Mia," Baxter said, “I'm fine, promise. You can go ahead to bed if you want."

“Ch... why would I do that?" she asked whilst pulling back, “Your birthday isn't over yet, Dad."

“If you're afraid my insomnia will act up again, don't," he said in a reassure manner, watching as Mia pulled up from the bed, “I'm probably going to just go to sleep once you leave this door."

“That's not what I'm talking about, Dad. I still have one last gift to give you."

“What last gift...?"

Standing up in front of him, Mia flashed her father a mischievous smile, while he could only gaze back in a confused manner. What gift could she possibly give him when it was just the two of them in this room? Unless she had something in that jacket of hers.

That jacket...

She began unzipping her jacket, pulling it down and down to reveal what she was wearing beneath. The skirt and knee-high socks; that was expected. The top though? It was this off the shoulders crop top that hung off her chest like a curtain, while also flaunting her cleavage at the same time, as well as her narrow waist. He hadn't seen it before because of the jacket, but now that it was exposed before him, Baxter felt his chest rising.

Mia... was undeniably a beautiful young woman. She had flowered in the most perfect of ways, from her athletic figure to her pompous chest, her slender waistline, and her respectable height. Even the way her wings spread out showed this youthful vigor to them, which when combined with her hazel eyes, sent a thrilling surge down Baxter's spine.

And then he realized something... something was... was...

“Mia...?" Baxter muttered as his daughter began approaching him, crawling atop the bed with his body beneath hers, “Wh-what are you doing?"

“Isn't it obvious, Dad?" Mia replied, straddling his hips, “This is my second gift to you..."

Raising her hands, she grabbed her top and pulled it up and off her body, revealing her bra. It was burgundy in color, with an elegant and regal design upon its surface. The way it cradled her chest gave it a generous lift, and further helped to flaunt her cleavage and chest.

Enthralled by her luscious body, Baxter stared at it for far, far too long, while his cheeks continued burning red. Even after downing so much alcohol, he was aware of where things were going. In fact, the fact that he drunk an entire body of wine seemed to no longer matter; he was sobering up incredibly fast right now!

“M-M-Miaaaaaa...?" Baxter muttered as his body shivered.

“Gosh... you're so dense," said the bat as she flashed him a romantic smile, “Dad... your second birthday present is my body."

Those words replayed in his mind, causing his eyes to grow wide and his teeth to clinch. He thought that, maybe, he misheard her, that maybe this was just some youthful slang, and that she meant something other than what she was saying. But there was no way to misconstrue her words, especially with the way she mounted her hips, and how she pushed out her chest.

She was...

“M-Mia... you're the drunk one!" Baxter claimed s he tried to pull away, but his body was far too sluggish to make any strong movements.

“Me? Tch... Dad, you know I don't drink," she replied with a shake of her head.

“Th-that's the only explanation for this!" he retorted, “M-Mia! I know I'm not actually your father, but we're still family!"

Mia came to a halt when those words left him, and she gave a pout of annoyance. An for those briefest of moments, Baxter thought he had reached out to his daughter. But instead...

“Tch... for a change, Dad, you talk too much..."

Her head moved in.

“Mia..."

“Mmfff..."

“Hmmm!?"

And her lips met his lips.

Baxter's eyes were wide, but Mia's were closed and focused. Softly she moved her lips along his, maneuvering his mouth open with superior skill. Soft moans left her as her otngue dipped inside of his maw, slicking along his tongue where the taste of her fahter's spit was infused with cherry-flavored wine. And it was so damn good.

“Mmfff... mmm... mmfff.. mmm... mmmmm...! Mffuaah... haaah..."

“Haaaah...! Haa! Haaah!"

She pulled back, a sliver of spit hanging from her lips to his, breaking off when she moved back far enough. Baxter was still overwhelmed with what was happening, but he could see the expression of shear elation upon his daughter's face. The way Mia smiled, the glow of her features, how her eyes were closed with joy; this was something she had been waiting a long, long time for. And as if to punctuate this...

“You taste just like I dreamed you would," Mia claimed, causing his eyes to grow wider.

“Mia... please... I... no this..." he closed his eyes, “This has to be a dream..."

Again, Mia pouted, annoyed that he'd try to play off what they'd just done as a mere dream. How could it be a dream when she was being so blatantly obvious with her feelings at the moment? But the confusion on his face... it just refused to go away. Her father was truly a thick man; his mind was as hard as concrete when it came to the affections she gave him. Fine then; so be it! She'll make him understand before the night's over.

“Mia... what are you...?" he muttered, watching as she began unbuttoning his clothes.

“Isn't it obvious, Dad?" she asked, her voice holding this blatantly alluring tone to it, “I'm undressing you."

“Mia! Stop this at-- haaaah!"

Damn that wine! Not only did it leave him feeling heavy and sluggish, it made his body feel incredibly hot as well! With every button undone from his shirt, Baxter's body was freed from the heat within. The cool air of his bedroom graced his flesh, drawing an involuntary groan from his lips. Mia's ears twitched from the sound, and a smirk adorned her lips. He saw this...

“No, don't get it twisted, M-Mia!" he said, trying to defend himself... and utterly failing to do so.

“It's okay. Deny me all you want, Dad," said the bat as she brushed some hair from her face, “Because your body is far more honest than your mouth is."

“My bod-- oh?"

Either he ignored it before, or he was completely oblivious, but whatever the case may be, Baxter had a massive lump in his pants. Looking down between his legs, this furious tent he pitched was being prodded and rubbed by Mia. Her slender fingers stroked upon his manhood, while a fang-flashing grin adorned her lips.

Mia... was such a vivacious young woman. He'd never realized it before because he always viewed her as his daughter. But now, these roles were starting to blur; he didn't know what was anything anymore, and that made him shiver!

When had her chest grown so busty? Why couldn't he bring his gaze away? When had her hazel eyes become so alluring? They brought him in like a temptress! When had her voice started to sound so sweet? It was like he was falling under a spell, and he couldn't free himself of it!

Mia's illustrious hands trailed down her father's body, coming down to the hem of his pants. Fiddling with it briefly, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants, bringing another groan from him his lips as he felt his trouser's growing loose.

“Mia," he grunted, but she continued on, uninhibited as she pulled his pants down until--

Fwip!

“Aaaah... amazing..."

Hazel eyes fell upon his throbbing length, where they grew twice as wide and twice as bright. Her father was absolutely hung. The size of his penis, the girth, the rounded head which flared a bit, an this smell... sniifffff! This musky, manly, sweaty smell! It was unlike anything she's ever smelled in her entire life. It funneled into her nostrils, and drugged her brain. If she already thought of her father as a randy male, then this scent cinched it; Mia could never go back after something like this!

“Haaah... fuck... Dad," she muttered as she continued sniffing along the sides of his penis, “Hnnngh... I never thought you'd smell this good... chchchchchchch..." Throb! “Aahn~!"

Suddenly... involuntarily... Baxter's cock began jumping in Mia's hands. He couldn't believe how aroused his body was at the moment! His daughter was palming his length, sniffing it, desiring it... and despite everything in his mind telling him that he should feel repulsion, his body said otherwise! His penis throbbed like any randy male would when alone with Mia, and it left him feeling flummoxed.

Why was this so bad... but so good!?

Whether it be from shear inebriation or genuine magnetization, Baxter was incapable of stopping Mia... or even wanting to stop Mia. The sight of her down between his legs, her slender fingers cradling his cock, while her nose flared to smell him, again and again; there was nothing like it. The shear taboo nature of it was starting to numb, and when his daughter's hazel eyes met his green ones, Baxter again felt himself being pinned in place by her overwhelming allure.

“It's beautiful, Dad," Mia whispered as her fingers began trailing along the side of his penis, “It's so big... and its smell... sniifff... hnnnggh... perfect."

“Mia..."

Her eyes trailed back down to his length, staring upon its side where she saw is magnificent veins running along its side. It bounced in her palm as well; so young and so lively... so good. Another sniff, and Mia just couldn't hold herself back anymore. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop in close, and he lips to purse. Just to...

Chu...

And then...

Chu chu...

And then...

Chu chu chu...

“Aaaahhhnnn..."

Each kiss caused Baxter's length to bounce. His sensitive member felt every press of his daughter's lips, making it throb more. But it wasn't just the fact that she kissed his member, its in how she kissed it. With every smooch, Mia grew more courageous, pressing her lips upon the glands, then upon the corona, then the frenulum, along the shaft, and back again. Moans left her as she dragged her lips upon the full gamut of his cock.

And then her tongue... her amazing, amazing tongue...

It came slithering out of her maw to course upon his cock, all while she gave him such a slutty expression. The lidded eyes, the hot breathing, the way she pushed out her chest: everything Mia did was in service to pleasure; his pleasure.

Though she was certainly pleasing herself as well.

The first taste of his cock on her tongue, sent a boon of pleasure into her body. Fuck, not only did her dad smell good, he tasted good too? The perfect mixture of salty spice and bitter twang, plus the added odor of his beloved pinewood bodywash. Her father was a feast, and Mia was eating good. So good in fact, that her steady oral suddenly increased, as she opened her mouth to--

“Mmfff..."

Mia's eyes began rolling back.

Her father tasted just as great as she thought.

The head of his penis slid into her maw, gifting her his incredible taste. Hands on his thighs, she kept his legs pried open, while she just basked in the taste of his manhood. It was so good... so good and... it was--

“Mmfff---!?"

It was getting even bigger!

Mia's eyes widened as she stared down, watching as Baxter's penis seemingly doubled in size. Was this its true length? This big dick of his? She thought it was huge before, but that was nothing to what it looked like now! It pushed down on her jaw and caused her to groan, while both her taste buds and nostrils were dominated by his tste and smell! So much so that Mia had to pull back--

“Gaaah-haaaah! Haaah!"

And gasp for air while her eyes seized up the now massive member before her.

“Haah! Haaah! Holy shit, Dad! Your cock's fucking great! Mmfff..." she kissed it, “I kinda wanna suck it all night!"

“Suck it all...?" he stiffened up, “What is...?"

He's never heard Mia speak with such a vulgar tongue before! But instead of feeling shame towards such a thing, he felt even more aroused, even more turned on than possible! Which in turn, also added to the fuel of shame. He shoudln't like this!

But he fucking did!

Having long since discarded any notion of morality, Mia opened her mouth wide and sank his cock into her maw. And then she sucked. And she sucked hard!

Like a baby to a bottle, the bat graced her father's length with her teeth, whilst drawing on him with the powerful suction force that only a bat could give. Baxter groaned and leaned back as the overwhelming pleasure caused him to falter, incapable of keeping himself up when his beloved daughter was pleasing his length.

Up and down, Mia's head bobbed, sucking and running upon his cock with such passion, speed and strength. The vacuum force of her mouth and throat, pulled him in, and kept him dominated on all sides by her powerful pull. And all Baxter could do was--

“Aaaah! Haaaaah! Uuuhhhh!"

His powerful, deep moans... they sounded like the sweetest of music for Mia's sensitive ears. The base, the deep boom, the way it reverberated out of his throat and into the bed; shear ecstasy for the young chiropteran. She looked at him with such needy, pleading eyes, desiring to hear more of his orgasmic voice as he got off on his daughter's mouth.

It wasn't that she was just good at sucking, she was good at pushing down too and taking his cock right into her tight little throat. Fuck it felt good being squeezed on all sides by that tight little orifice. It made him buck and twitch and throb; he was just about ready to blow his load, saying--

“I'm gonna cum!"

When Mia's eyes widened.

“Mm! Mm! Slurrrrrp! Mmmm! Mmm! Sluuuuurrrrrrrrp! Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Slurrp! Slurp! Slrrrp!"

“Haaaaaahh!?"

“Fuuuump... POP! Haaaah! Aaahahnnn~~! Give it to me Dad! Give it to me! Cum all over my fucking face!"

It was quick and sudden, but it felt oh so goooood.

In one flawless movement, Mia pulled her lips off of Baxter's cock, and rapidly began jerking the rest of it all with her skilled hands. Lathered and polished with her spit, her digits strokd upon it with great ease, up until the moment he--

SPLURRT!

Came... aaaaaaallllll over Mia's beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, face.

It's a surreal feeling watching one's sperm splatter upon their daughter's features. The lovely shape of her face, her closed eyes, her pointed nose, her sleek lips, even the bangs of her hair; all of it was showered in his hot, white sperm. Baxter himself was mesmerized by the sight and feeling, especially with how Mia seemed to bask in the glory of his seed.

She groaned, even cupped her hands beneath her chin to capture as much spunk as she could. Her mouth was open, her tongue hung out, all as her father painted her face white... and added a bit more for good measure. The gooey, stringy cum even oozed down her chin to stain her breasts; there was that much cum in his balls it would seem. She couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it!

Sure it had been a while but... for him to have that much inside of him... he...

He fell back into his bed, gasping for breath and air as he struggled to come to terms with what they've just done. Mia... just sucked his cock to climax. His daughter just sucked his cock! Disbelief continued funneling through him, trying to trick him into believe that this was a dream. But he wakes up from his wet dreams when the climax happens. For this to still be happening, he...

“Haaaah..."

“Oh Dad... you sound miserable," Mia muttered, causing him to look up at her.

Watching her sit up on her knees, she suddenly looked despondent... upset even. And seeing her look this way felt even worse than the taboo action they just performed. He leaned up, but Mia gazed away as she became deep in thought. The bat remained that way for a few moments, before gazing back as she started tugging at her bra.

“I guess this is a bit my fault. I did spring it on you suddenly," Mia said as she undid the hooks of her bra, though her perky chest kept it up, “I only did so because I knew you'd never listen unless I was direct with you. Direct and hands on. You can be thick sometimes when it comes to telling you things."

“Mia..."

“You see, Dad," she continued on as she undid the buttons of her skirt next, letting it drop off her legs and unveiling her panties, “I've noticed for years how... lonely you've been," her thumbs hooked into her panties, “Between running your company, and raising me, you had very little time for a romantic life..." her panties slid down her lovely legs, causing the raw odor of her womanhood to fill the air, “So one day, I started thinking..."

Resting on her knees, Mia again looked away as she brushed hair from her face, then brought her hands down to fully take off her bra. Her youthful, busty chest bounced, with hard, pink nipples standing tall from lavender fur.

“Dad..." Mia continued as she stared at him, a bright, beaming smile on her face, “I love you Dad. I've loved you as my father since the day you took me off the streets. But I've loved you as a man the day I turned seventeen. I tried convincing myself otherwise for the past year, but this feeling has only grown. So that's why I waited until now. I both needed to work up enough courage to tell you this, and figure out a way to make you understand my feelings for you. So..."

Mia reached out for him, hesitated... and then grabbed his wrist. Pulling up his hand, his daughter placed his palm right upon her chest, allowing him to not only feel how soft and pliable it was, but also feel the beating of her heart within.

It was so calm...

“Please, Dad..." Mia whispered, “Love me like I love you."

Baxter rose up, his once intense expression smoothing over into something more... understanding. Mia was a lot of things, but she was no liar. And even if she was, why would she lie about something like this? What would she gain from it? If he stopped her now, she'd practically alienate herself from him with her taboo actions.

But even with all of this, Baxter swore there was nothing Mia could do to make him the her, or even dislike her. He loved his daughter more than anything, even if it was something like this. Something strange, taboo... wrong even.

“Mia..."

“Dad..." but she cut herself off and shook her head, “No... I can't call you 'Dad' anymore. I don't want to call you Dad anymore."

“Then... what do you want to call me?"

She clinched her hand over his, causing him to squeeze her chest.

“I want to call you Daddy..."

There's something about that little bit... something about that simple 'dy' at the end of 'Dad' that utterly transforms the meaning and feeling of the word. To some, her calling him 'Dad' or 'Daddy' won't make any difference. But to Baxter, the change made all the difference.

And his eyes grew intense.

“D-Daddy?" Mia said, taken aback by the sudden change in her father's demeanor.

He clinched his teeth, and then he grabbed hard upon her tit, coaxing a surprised and excited gasp from her lips. His other hand then reached around her waist, pulling Mia in closer and closer. The intense heat of her father's body was now so great, so strong, that the bat feared she'd be burnt alive by it!

It was better than his hugs on a cold day. It was better than his hugs on a crappy day of school. It was better the hugs he used to give her as a child. This was the embrace of a lover, and she preferred it over everything.

“Daddy..." Mia whimpered, before, “Mmmfff!"

She saw hearts.

And she felt hearts!

Baxter pressed his lips against hers, entering into a kiss that sent Mia straight to heaven. She clung to her father, moaning against his lips as her eyes closed shut. The feeling of his body against hers, his lips against her lips, their tastes mixing against one another, brought nothing but pleasure to Mia who continued moaning and groaning against him.

Wrapping her arms around her father, the bat fitted herself perfectly in his lap, while the bedroom sounded off with the clicks of their lips and tongues, the mixing moans they gave, and whatever other random noises that came out of them.

Mia couldn't believe this was happening. Her feelings were reciprocated, for she was passionately kissing her father upon his bed. The taste of cherry wine was still strong in his mouth, which only enhanced the feeling of elation the bat felt. She wanted more, wanted it deeper, so she pressed hard against him, pushing her busty chest against his broad one. Her fingers sensually trailed along Baxter's back, feeling the tense muscle of his body. He always took care of himself, arguing that its necessary to look and be one's best in their position in life; an adage she both believed in and was thankful for.

Fuck his body was so strong. He was no bodybuilder, no muscle-bound freak, but damn did her father's time in the gym show through. He had power that men half his ge would kill for, and a body that had turned heads more times than she'd care to admit. And here within his bedroom, she was finally getting to indulge in it.

But...

“Mm... mmffaah... mmffaaaah... haaah! D-Daddy," Mia whispered as she grabbed his hand by the wrist again to place his palm on her chest, “T-touch me to. Please touch me..."

Baxter stared down momentarily, gazing upon his daughter's chest as she pushed it out more for his viewing pleasure. Fuck, the hungry look in his eyes set a blaze within her furnace! Mia had never felt so hot in her entire life, and they've taken vacations to exotic beaches in the middle of blistering summers! Just the feeling of her father's lustful gaze was enough to make the bat melt; she was as limber as jelly!

“Haaaaahhnnn ~~~! Dadddyyyy~~~"

Her moans filled the air as he gripped and kneaded her breasts, maneuvering her upon her back as he loomed overhead. Eyes closed shut, Mia tipped her head to the ceiling as she let out moans, all as Baxter groped her chest. His fingers pushed and lifted her breasts, garnering more groans from her as she pushed herself more into his grasp. Index fingers started circling her areola moments after, toying with them, pleasing them, making them so nice and hard and stiff; oh yesssss! Mia was no prude; she's explored herself before! But nothing compared to this feeling of ecstasy as her father pleasured her.

Then his head moved in and mouth opened, kissing upon her neck in such a manner that shivers rolled down her spine and her tail fluttered as bet it could. Her father was so romantic and so sensual with his kisses, as he suckled upon the nape of her neck whilst leaving it littered with love bites. He continued traveling down, licking upon her clavicle, and eventually coming to her bosom.

Groaning against her, Baxter opened his mouth and licked her nipples, before biting softly upon the hardened nub. More moans left Mia's lips before she dropped her hands upon the back of his heads, crying out,

“Yeeesssss! Nnngghhh~! Suck my tittttssss! Haaaaah!"

Mia... was a very audible lover, he was learning that. She had no qualms letting him know what she liked, and how she liked it. The more he kissed his daughter, the more he began learning about her, which in turn drove him to further along his lusts. He kissed and licked upon her chest, leaving her nipples lathered in spit, before traveling down towards her navel, dipping his tongue inside only to further move down. And down... and dooooowwwwwwnn...

Before Mia knew it, she was gazing upon the hair on her father's head as he sat right between his legs. Gazing forward, Baxter's eyes took in the sight of his daughter's womanhood. So bright and pink, standing proud against the lavender fur that coated her form.

Sniff sniff... hmm... this odor wafted off her pussy. It was sexy, sensual... delicious. Baxter started moving his hed in closer, causing Mia to bite into her bottom lip with barely restrained excitement.

“Fuck yes, Daddy," she whispered, “Fucking eat me out. Eaaaat meeeeee!"

“Mmffff..."

“HAAAAAHAHH~~~!"

Baxter's lips perfectly captured Mia's pussy, getting a full, unbridled taste of her body. The flavor, the twang, the everything; it stained his tongue, and drove him to indulge in more of her form. Pushing into her, he forced her legs to rest on his shoulder, while his tongue penetrated her folds. There was this clamp, this pressure; Mia's cunt gripped him so tight, he had to fight to pull his tongue back.

This got even harder when his daughter's legs clamped around his head, holding him in close and refusing to leg go. Baxter hesitated... but then he began smacking his lips against her cunt, kissing it like he was her mouth up top. Eyes closed, he explored every inch of her pussy, and committed every detail to memory. And as he did so, Mia didn't stop showering him with her endless, endless praise.

“Yes Daddy! Yess!" she cried, “Haaaaah ~~~! Aaaaahnn~~~!"

Her blissful cries of ecstasy showered the air around them, causing Baxter to groan. To hear his daughter make such noise, and to be the one doing it... huh... he mus be some level of drunk, because it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, the more Mia cried out in pleasure, and the louder it became, the deeper Baxter himself fell into this pit of ecstasy.

Mia not only sounded good, nor did she just feel good, but she tasted so damn good as well. Every hit of her nectar was like drinking ambrosia, and it was twice as intoxicating. Such thoughts... are thoughts that a father should not be having for his daughter. But as the line between parent and child having already been crossed, what point was there to agonize over something like the taste of her pussy?

Hhnnn...

“Fuck Daddy~! Oh fuck, Daddy ~~~! Nngghaaaaah~~~! It's coming! I'm cuuummiinnng! Haaah ~~~! Haaaah~~~! CHAAAAAAHHHHNNNNNN~~~!!!"

Sprrrrriiiitttsssss!!!

Haaa! Oooooh! She's never climaxed that hard before.

A sprinkling shower of Mia's fluids came gushing out of her cunt, showering down and staining her father's face. With a flick of his tongue along her cunt, he pulled back, just to bask in her orgasmic geyser. He had no idea his daughter was such a heavy squirter. There was so much, she covered his face in this glossy sheen.

Guess it was a little payback for the facial he gave her, huh? If so... then...

“Haaah... perfect..."

Mia smiled, her hazel eyes looking up to the ceiling overhead as she came down from her sexual high. Fuck, why couldn't orgasms last longer? She would have loved to ride out this ecstasy for just a little bit more... haaah...

Then her head looked down, watching as her father pulled his head away from her dripping cunt. Fuck did seeing him covered with her nectar, cause her pussy to twitch in unbridled need. And when her eyes looked down between his legs, she saw that thick manhood of his, having returned to maximum strength and vigor. Fuck, it even looked bigger than it did before!

“Daddy..." Mia whispered, only to whimper slightly when his hand fell upon her cheek, “Haaah..."

And then he began pushing... and pushing... and puuuuussshhinggg... Mia turned her head, before ultimately being nudged over upon her chest. She was confused at first, only to realize what he was doing. Heart picking up in speed,, the chiropteran grabbed one of her father's pillows, hugging it close to her chest while she raised her lower half. Ass pushed up, Mia presented herself towards her father, letting him see everything. The soft shape of her peachy posterior, her tight, puckering anus, and of course, her oozing pink slit. Left to right she shook her ass, and even kept her thin tail raised, letting nothing be blocked from his prying view.

Nothing...

“Come on, Daddy, please," Mia whispered in a needy, begging manner, “Please, just fuck me, Daddy. Just fuck me..." his hand grabbed her ass, sinking in, “Hnngggh...! Y-yes, Daddy! Please, give it to me, give it to me! Please give it to me!" and then he grabbed his cock, pressng the head of it against her slit, “Hnnnmmmm...! Fuck, here it comes! J-just push it in me, please!" oh he did it alright; his cock began separating her folds, “Haaaah ~~~! Haaaahah~~~! Yes, Daddy~! Yesssss!" THAP! “AAAAH-HAAAAAAHHH!!!"

She had fantasized of this moment. Nights pleasuring herself with her favorite toy, she imagined that it was her father. How he'd come into her room, how he'd grope and knead her until she couldn't take it anymore, and then how he'd take that thick, burly cock of his, and push it inside of her. And how he wouldn't stop pushing until it was as deeeep inside as it could possibly go.

But of course, that was just her fantasies; her aroused imagination getting away from her. But this? To actually experience it? Huh... her lurid thoughts were nothing compared to reality. This right here? What was really happening? This was faaaarrrrr better.

Baxter's cock was far burlier than her toy, forcing apart the tight walls of her cunt to handle something so gifted. And as it speared inside of her, deeper and deeper, Mia gripped tightly upon her father's pillows, moaning and panting into it as her voice grew higher in octave with every inch he pushed inside of her.

“Fuck, Daddy~!" she whimpered, her voice a high pitch, “Haaah~! It's so big! Hnnnnggghhh~! And it's pushing so deeeeeep ~~~! Haaaaaahhnnnnn~~~! Daddy~! Daaaaddddyyyyyy!!!"

Baxter pushed... and he pushed... and he pushed some more. He kept pushing, and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing... until he just couldn't push anymore. His hips ground tight against Mia's mound, he had plunged balls-deep into his daughter's cunt.

And really... Baxter couldn't believe it. Here he sat, deep inside of Mia in this taboo act that no father should ever do with their child; adoption be damned. Up until today, he had always seen Mia as his child, and even as they performed this act, that view did not change. But as he heard her voice reach such heights of pleasure, and felt her pussy hungrily cling to his cock, Baxter knew that the line between daughter and woman had mixed together.

She was both his daughter and a woman, and he loved her so deeply as both.

“Are you... okay?" Baxter asked, his voice causing her ears to twitch and her head to nod.

“Mm-hmmm," she replied, her voice a steady slur, “Haahahahahaaaann... D-Daaaddddy... oooh... you're so big... haaaaah... I-I wasn't expecting this... hnnggnnhh... o-okay..." she nodded, “Y-you can move now... please... move... haaaahnn..."

Baxter opened his mouth to say a word, but he's never been the most talkative one, even when in bed. Besides, what could he really say as he and Mia were connected in such a taboo way? Yeah... not much, so...

He didn't. He just pulled his hips back, and then--

Pat!

“Ooooh~ fuck... haah~!"

And then he pulled his hips back, and then--

Pat!

“Aaaahhnnn~~! D-Dadddyyyy!"

And then he pulled his hips back, and then--

Pat!

“Fuck! Aaahnn! Fuck, it's so fucking deep! Nnnghh~!"

Etcetera, etcetera...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Fuck! Aahn~! Fuck! Daddy! Hnnnghh ~~~! Fucking... fuck that pussy! Hnnngghh~~~! Fuck me! Hnnn! Fuck meeeee~!"

Yeah... Mia was a very vocal young woman.

Hugging that pillow close, she took every impact of her father's cock straight into her pussy. He was so strong, his pace so rhythmic, and his skill so passionate. It wasn't enough to just be penetrated, to feel his heated rod push in and pull out; it's in how he did it.

He listened to Mia, and he felt her too. Whenever she reacted pleasantly to one of his thrusts, he committed it to memory, and quickly learned where and how she liked to be fucked. He was teaching her areas she wasn't even aware of, especially when he--

THWAP!

“GAH! FUCK! AAAHNNN!!!"

Baxter's hands fell down on the bed beside Mia's head, pinning her to his mattress as his hips began to absolutely drive his cock in and out of her cunt. Having learned her weak spots, his thrusting grew vicious and strong, slamming into her g-spot with relentless fury. Even in her most spirited of nightly exploration, Mia had never been so brutal with her own g-spot! That little bundle of nerves was being absolutely punished by her father's dick, causing her body to jerk up, and for her wide eyes to gaze at his bedpost.

“SHIT! FUCK! DADDY!" Mia cried, her wings, tail and ears all twitching, “YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO DE--" THWAP! “AAAAH-HAAAAAHNNNN~~~!?"

Inch by amazing inch, Baxter's thick dick slid in and out of Mia's juicy cunt. One of his hands came back to sit on his daughter's hip, holding onto her as he continued his brutal assault of her body. With every thrust, his hips smacked against her ass, sending a wobble through her peachy buttocks, which traveled up along her back, and made both her breasts and her hair fly. Fuck, she would never believe her father could be so strong!

And she loved it!

“YES! YES! FUCK THAT PUSSY! FUCK THAT PUSSY, DADDY! FUCK IT HARD! AAAAHNNN!!!"

And he did just that. How could he not when her loud, vulgar words were spurning him to indulge deeper in this taboo tryst? Mia wanted it hard and rough, well dammit, she was going to get it hard and rough!

Raising his hand, Baxter took aim with the back of his daughter's head, and he--

AAH-HAAAHN!?"

Pushed her, face first into the soft cushions of his mattress! But his other hand sat nice and tight on her waistline, further hiking Mia's ass up so that he could--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAAAAAAH-HAAAAAAHHHH-HAAAAAAHHH!!!"

If anyone else were in his estate at the time, huh, they'd think Mia was being murdered with how loud her voice got.

Over and over again, her father's cock pounded her pussy like a steel piston! It was not only relentless, but it was so damn strong! Had he not been holding up her ass, sh knew he would have fucked her clear through this mattress of his! Fuck it; he may still pound her through this bed before the night is over!

And every pound, every thrust, every strike, fuck... it made Mia see nothing but stars. Her pussy was reduced to nothing more than a quivering mess as her father fucked her, harder, deeper, strong. Oh, shit, her eyes ere crossed, her teeth were clinched, and drool was starting to shamelessly hang from her lips. Mia... just... couldn't... take... it... any... more!!!

“HRRRRRGAAAAAAAHHHH-HAAAAAAAAH!!!"

So she didn't...

Sprrriiitttzzzz!!!

Even with her pussy full of cock, the sound of Mia's orgasm was strong enough to sound off into the bedroom around them. Her cunt suckled his cock down to the base too, refusing to let go as she was rocked again and again by wave of shuddering pleasure.

But her father was stronger than that... and was hungrier too.

His daughter. His cool, collected, calm daughter... he was fucking her in his bed like some wild animal. And he loved it. Her lewd cries that sounded like the sweetest of music, her warm body that he just wanted to snuggle up to for hours, and of course, this tight pussy that utterly refused to let go. He wanted to keep all of Mia to himself.

But...

Even Baxter had enough wherewithal to pull back, just before his balls could unleash everything inside of her. But before he could pull back, Mia's wings clamped in, pressing upon her father's back to keep him close.

“No... haaah... D-Daddy..." she whispered as his hand left the back of her head, “Daddy... I..."

As his hold on her grew loose, Mia freed herself from him and his penis, allowing it to shlurp out of her oozing cunt. Turning around, the sweat-covered bat lad in his bed, while her hazel eyes stared up towards his face. Baxter looked back, wondering what she was going to ask of him, but incapable of asking directly.

Mia didn't say anything anyway. Instead she reached out for him, grabbed his face and guided him in, pressing her lips to his in a kiss... and then another kiss... and another kiss... before bringing her juicy lips up to his ear.

“Fuck me, Daddy..." she whispered, “And finish inside of me."

“But--"

“No buts... finish inside of me, and dump all the cum you have inside of me..." she gripped his shoulders and clung him in close, “Please, Daddy. Creampie your little girl."

“Gggkh!?"

Why did hearing that... why did hearing that fucking activate every one of Baxter's engines all at once!?

THRUST!!!

“AAAAH-HAAAAAHHNNN~~~!"

With one mighty push, Baxter rammed his cock as deep inside of Mia as it could go. Her legs quickly sprung up from the impact, and her arms held him in close, held him in desperately. Locking her legs around his waist, she refused to let her father move, while his larger body began--

PATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

So long. So thick. So hard. By the end of tonight, Mia's toy would be rendered obsolete. Hell, by the end of tonight, she wouldn't be surprised if her father carved her pussy out in the shape of his cock and his cock alone!

And she wouldn't have it any other way!

But none of that mattered, for she could feel his penis. It was starting to shake and shiver, quiver inside of her. Her father was about to do it! She bit her bottom lip and tried to hold back the squeal of excitement that threatened to come out, but when her father punched her g-spot--

“Eeeeeeeeep!!!"

And then when he ground his cock as deep inside of her as he could...

“Ooooooh-hooooohoooooo~!"

How could Mia not unleash her body? Especially when he...

When he...

Spuurrrrt!

Yeah... when he did that...

Mia's eyes grew twice in size when her father unleashed his seed inside of her. Such thick, powerful, life-giving seed. The hot rush of cum had filled out her cunt, leaving very little... no... not very little, leaving absolutely no space for anything else. Whatever was pink inside of her, had been utterly replaced with the white of his cum.

Such hot, thick, passionate cum... haaah... so this is what it feels like being creampied. She couldn't imagine anything better...

Mia groaned into Baxter's ear, her legs still clamped around his waist, and her arms still hugging him by his neck and shoulders. All she heard was her father gasping for breath, and all he heard in return was--

“Amazing, Daddy... oh fuck, Daddy you're filling me up... hoooh... ooooh... it feels so good, Daddy... so good... so good good goooddd... nngghh..."

And then a kiss. And another kiss. And another kiss.

And then...

“I love you, Daddy."

“Mmm... I love you too, Mia..."

…

“Mmfff... mmmm..."

“Mmm... mmmfff... chu... mmfff... mm..."

“Nmm... nmmff... mmph... chu..."

“Mmmff... mmph... mmffuaaah... haaah... Daddy~"

Did they... ever actually go to sleep ? Or did they stay up all night long, exploring each other's bodies in new and unique ways? Both sounded plausible, but come the morning after... does it even matter anymore?

The morning sun pierced through Baxter's balcony windows, illuminating his bedroom within and the taboo duo who rested upon his mattress. He rested beside his daughter, his arm resting unde her head, while their hands were intertwined. Their lips were glossy with a shared spit, having kissed one another a number of times throughout the night... and no doubt more times in their near future.

But where as Baxter was still a bit dazed, still trying to come to terms with the relationship he and his daughter now had, Mia couldn't be any more happy. Her smile, her glowing hazel eyes, her calm heart and breathing; the bat was as cool and as collected as she could possibly be.

“Daddy..." she whispered, “You have made me the happiest I could possibly ever be."

“Mia..." Baxter whispered back, his head cocked to one side, “This is so strange. You're my daughter..."

“Hm? And is there something wrong with that?" Mia asked as she leaned in, resting her head against his chest, “Hmm... I'd love you even if you weren't my Dad."

“That's not what I'm... hah..." he closed his eyes, “I love you too, Mia. I always have, and always will... it's just that this is... this is... this is a bit crazy, don't you think?"

“Chchchch... I don't know... I kinda like how crazy it is," she countered as she snuggled closer, “I've never met someone whose cared about me half as much as you do. Always making sure I have everything I need, while also working so hard on your business... chchch... I know I've been a handful over the years, especially by yourself, I'm not blind to this. It might be wrong for daughters to feel this way about their parents... but I've never been much of a daughter anyway, so I don't care. I just know I love you more than anything... and that's that..."

“Mia..."

“No, no, not yet! Don't say anything yet," she replied as she rolled over, resting her body atop his, “Let me just... pour this out, Daddy. I love you... so..." she nuzzled her head into his neck, “I'm going to be in your care for a lot longer than you expect... chchchchchchch!"

“What...? Are you not going to college?" he asked with an eyebrow raised, causing Mia to giggle.

“Maybe... but there is a reason why I can't call you 'Dad' anymore," the bat replied as she propped herself up with her arms, shooting him a grin, “After tonight, I'm going to make sure you become a Daddy!"

“Make sure I become... what are you...?"

He raised an eyebrow, confused by what she said, only to suddenly gasp with realization. It would be strange if she called him 'Dad', and her child him 'Daddy', wouldn't it? What? Is there anything left to say? The inference spoke a thousand words itself. After what he did to Mia last night, well...

Huh... maybe he was going to be a 'Daddy' soon...

To many, the man who is Baxter Crowley is thought to be the second-coming of Patrick Batemen. He's serious and stern, and you'd almost never see his expression shift. If someone were to be told that he was indeed a serial killer, and his bouts with insomnia were just his nightly murder sprees, no one would be that surprised.

But nowadays, his insomnia has become less and less problematic. Nowadays whenever he stays up, all it takes is the siren call of 'Daddy' to bring him stumbling to bed. For while his mattress may be soft, his beloved daughter is softer.