As Usual, I Was Silent. --5. Dad--
#5 of AUIWS
Chapter 5
An entire month passed after the incident with the caretaker, and all the while I was learning more and more from the owner while he continued to get stronger. Winter was starting to fade into spring, but not without a lot of wrath. A huge blizzard struck the town, pausing the rebuilding efforts for much of the city. I was scared for the orphanage, but they were safe, it was one of the first buildings to be redone on the new post-war relief budget. We were snowed in, however, and I couldn't go out for my usual flights, which made the whole place feel very small and shut-in, even as large as it was. After my heat passed I ignored the topic of mating almost entirely, still thinking it over. I kept myself busy with books and cleaning, but my wings ached to be outside again. I was growing restless. It wasn't only that though...Every day I found myself thinking more and more of this kind, gentle dragon tutoring me. He was so sweet and warm towards me...I found myself blushing a bit when he looked at me, and as the days went by his eyes grew less direct and more restless as well.
I think I was falling in love with him.
One night as the blizzard raged outside, the house creaking and groaning in the high winds, he found me wrapped up in a thick blanket by the fireplace, nose embedded in a book about ancient laser technology and how it had developed into self-sustained photonic energy loop emitters. The chair I was sitting on was big enough for two to sit on, and he sat beside me and offered me a mug of thick, frothy Belarwi cream, almost the Human equivalent of hot chocolate but a tad sweeter and lacking the caffeine.
"Interesting book?"
I nodded and closed the book, stretching back with a yawn. I could almost feel his eyes scan my chest briefly. "Yeah...to think that humans could make beams that could vaporize metals by running electricity around corundum crystals, that's so old-tech..."
"Everything's gotta start somewhere." I leaned against him and he wrapped his arm and wing around me. I felt so safe and secure around him now... "So how are you holding up?"
"What do you mean?"
He shrugged and sipped his own mug of cream. "Do you like it here?"
I nodded. "I feel like I'm at home here now."
"I'm glad to hear that." I sipped some cream slowly, letting it filter through my teeth. I could see why Humans didn't let their kids have this stuff, they'd get a sugar high in five minutes flat. Somewhere in the house an eave banged against the window, the sound echoing like a cannon and making me jump. He hugged me tighter. I could have melted right there. "Still haven't recovered from the war have you?"
"Not really." Sighing and snuggled up against his side, knees curled up on the edge of the cushion, I looked up at him a bit. "Come to think of it, not once in the past six weeks have I asked about your name. I don't really even know who it is I work for."
He stared into the fire for a bit before opening his mouth, figuring his answer. "I've had a few names...you can call me Garret."
"Mmm..." I yawned again and closed my eyes. "I've been curious for a while now...you had a wife...what does it...feel like to love someone?"
Garret didn't respond for a minute or so, still staring into the fire. "Love...is more than just a feeling. When you're in love, you never want to be separated from that someone. You want to run to the highest mountain and scream out their name in joy. You feel like you can take on the world. You feel safe and secure with them. But...it's more than just a feeling. Too many couples just go on feeling alone, because it feels good, but they fail because love is also action. Commitment. When you love someone...you value their life moreso than even your own. You want to be their life, you want to solve their problems, you want to be there for them through everything. Love is self-sacrifice for the betterment of your loved one. True love is putting your life on the line for the sake of your loved one. Love is balance between the two, each puts 50% into the relationship. Without that equal balance, it'll fall apart eventually. Love is hard to define...but you'll know it when you feel it." Giving me a gentle shake he chuckled. "Have you ever felt it?"
I paused. "...Yes. Have you?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"I can't really give a straight answer because love doesn't suddenly just happen. It grows. But...I do know when I last felt it."
"When was that?"
"Now."
I looked up at him in surprise to find him looking down at me with a warm smile. "Y...you mean..."
"Yes Anne...I love you." His tail found mine and wrapped around it a bit. My face went beet red and I looked away from him shyly.
"But...you're so much older..."
"Not when you factor in a dragon's lifespan. We can live for 500 years you know. And it's not all that unheard of."
I looked back up at him again, my eyes meeting his. I lost myself in those shining sapphires. "Garret.... I love you too..."
He leaned in slowly and next thing I knew I was purring, my whole body feeling light and warm, our lips pressed together. He purred back to me and I kissed deeper, my tongue instinctively starting to twist around his along with my tail around his tail. All I can remember is a feeling of total bliss, but somehow I ended up sitting straddling his lap, hugging him tightly as he hugged me even tighter, my breasts squished against his chest as we kissed passionately, moaning softly to each other. Never had I felt so happy...
"Anne...do you...wanna go the next...step?" he whispered to me, his eyes lidded.
"You mean...mating?" He simply gave a slow nod. "Yes...I'm ready." My memory again isn't terribly clear but I remember I was only clad in my bra and underwear when he reached around my back and suddenly stopped, hands paused on the clasp of my bra. He was staring at my collarbone.
"Anne...is that a birthmark?" he asked, a finger delicately running along a spiraling patch of darker scales amid my light-blue hide.
"Yes...why?" I panted, feeling excited and out of breath. He looked up at me, mouth moving but no words coming out.
"It...it can't be...there's no way..."
"Garret?" I asked, unsure of what was going on. Unexpectedly his arms went around me and he hugged me tightly.
"Oh my gosh...my little girl...my daughter...how did I not see it sooner!!!"
Now I was confused more than I was horny. "Garret what...?"
"You had a brother, you were orphaned, you're 18, light-blue scales, smart, gorgeous voice...how did I not see it before...and this birthmark..." His lips trembled and tears ran down his face. "Oh Anne...you're my daughter...I should have seen it before but you look exactly like your mother...and this spiral birthmark, I remember it clear as day when you were born..."
I just sat there in complete shock. My dad...I'd found my dad?? All at once we were crying and clinging to each other happily, rocking back and forth. He kept kissing my neck and stroking my hair, mumbling to himself. I couldn't speak at all, I was so overwhelmed...it must have been at least ten minutes before he pulled back to look me in the eyes and smooth my hair out of my face.
"Oh my gosh...Anne...my little girl...I can't believe this..."
"Daddy..." It felt so good to finally be able to say that... He wiped the tears from my cheeks, but that suddenly brought to mind the fact that I was practically naked on his lap. "Dad..."
"Yes sweetie?"
"Um...about the...what we were about to do..."
"Yes?" He ran his fingers through my hair again. "It's okay, Anne. I still love you, even more so now that I know you're my long-lost little girl...I thought I'd lost everything when that bomb wiped out the barracks."
Not knowing what else to do, I leaned in and kissed him again, purring loudly. His hands rubbed my back gently, working up to the strap of my bra, then with practiced ease he undid the clasp, letting it fall aside. I leaned back to get some air, blushing as my bra fell and exposed my almost C-cup breasts, my nipples stiff and sensitive. He smiled and leaned in, making me moan loudly as he took one into his mouth and started suckling on me. I could feel his penis throbbing against my vulva in his shorts, but the wonderful feelings he was giving me already kept me rooted to the spot, moaning softly as he toyed with my breasts. Finally he relented, letting me slide off his lap. Carefully I pulled his shorts down, the clasp just above his tail undoing itself as I exposed eight inches of solid dragon flesh already at full attention awaiting me. Garret moaned softly as I licked up from his sheath to his tip. He tasted wonderful. Closing my mouth around the head of his shaft I started to suckle on him like I had my brother, rubbing the rest of his shaft with my fingers. He didn't have external testicles to play with, but that didn't stop me from rubbing where they should have been. "Mmmm...daddy you taste so good..."
"Oh Anne...ooohhh gosh..." he moaned, squirming a bit and panting with arousal, eyes screwed shut. It didn't take long at all for him to reach his peak, both of us hadn't had sex for eight years. His knot quickly swelled up, so I wrapped my fingers around it and started to rub it tenderly. Next thing I knew my mouth was flooded with thick, creamy, salty juice and it just kept gushing from him. I just barely managed to swallow it all...it really turned me on, the idea that I was drinking the very same semen that had given me life seventeen years ago... He fell back against the chair panting heavily, then pulled off his shirt, exposing a rather well-toned dragon underneath. I took one look at him and knew that this was it. Not giving his penis the chance to go limp like my brother's always did, I climbed up onto his lap, pulled my panties down, and sat down on his legs, his penis nicely sandwiched between my pussy and his waist. He grinned and hugged me, kissing me passionately as I ground myself up and down his length. After about five minutes of teasing and kissing he pushed me back a bit and lifted me up. I looked down and grabbed his shaft, guiding it into me as he lowered me.
My gosh. It felt so wonderful to have a penis inside my vagina again! How I missed the wonderfully full pleasure of being stretched around a throbbing shaft! It hurt a bit because I hadn't had anything inside me for eight years, but he seemed to know it and held me still, the head of his shaft poking my cervix as I sat on his lap fully impaled on him, every breath of ours making his member move a bit inside me, sending small thrills of ecstasy through my whole body. Presently the pain of fitting around him faded into a pleasant full feeling, that same feeling that comforted me so many years ago. My brother had definitely gotten his heritage from this dragon, his penis felt so familiar, every vein, the size, the length, it all felt so good, so familiar...so right.
"Anne...you're so tight and warm..." he whispered.
"Garret..."
He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against mine. "Please, Anne...call me dad..." I tilted my head a bit and kissed him, at the same time rolling my hips against his, feeling his penis move around inside me. He hugged me close, purring affectionately to me and massaging my back, his wings curling forward like a tent around the two of us as he started thrusting slowly up off the chair into me.
Time stood still around us. I could hear both our moans echoing throughout the house. Every nerve inside me was set aflame, far more intensely than when he had first touched me to show me how to masturbate my heat away. His teeth on my neck, delicately nibbling my scales, was like fingers getting at a spot that had been itching for ages with no relief. His hand on my back and the other on my breasts worked in tandem, kneading me like clay. I was his artwork. He, my craftsman. Literally too, though he'd only done half the genetic work. I moaned and cried out in pure pleasure, riding him and trying to time myself with his thrusts, though really this was the first time I'd actually ridden someone; with my brother it had always been lying down on the bed to keep it secret. But now that I didn't have to worry about being caught, I could experience the intense thrill of riding my father's shaft freely. It felt so good, but I was so inexperienced that soon I was exhausted, leaning against him and just letting him thrust off the cushions into me. Every thrust was like a nudge closer to heaven, his moaning only increased the fire that was already welling up again inside me, far past the point I'd last felt it at. His growing knot smacked repeatedly against my labia and clit, sending shocks of bliss through me that made me whimper and shriek in ecstasy, my juices cascading down his penis and sheath every time he pulled back. With a sudden lewd POP and squelching noise we both roared out, flame spewing from our mouths almost to the ceiling as he knotted me and we came together. All I remember from that was an intense, all-body heat, my mind was blank, only knowing extreme pleasure, the dull throbbing and jerking and the heat and fullness of his penis filling me with his seed only serving to add to the intense euphoria.
It must have been a good ten minutes before either of us were able to move, our first action being to kiss softly and purr, just basking in that intense afterglow and glorying in the feeling of being tied. Leaning against him I closed my eyes and snuggled up close, my face hidden against his neck. I never wanted to move from that spot for the rest of my life. He hugged me close, rubbing my back again and leaning his head against mine.
"Anne...my daughter...I love you," he whispered, and nibbled on my shoulder affectionately before closing his eyes with a content, sated sigh.
As usual I was silent, though I couldn't refrain from the biggest smile I'd ever had in my life up to that point.