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Chapter 6

The morning rose calm and quiet, a gorgeous display of orange and gold on the mountains of snow piled up all around the house. I watched it from the rooftop shelter, sitting in my father's observing chair and just watching the colors, thinking things over. I could still feel his cum inside me; because of the volume and his knot, a decent amount had gotten through my cervix and was now securely held within my womb, and it felt very pleasant when it moved with my motions. I still couldn't quite wrap my mind around things though...After so many years of pain, loneliness and sorrow, here I was all of a sudden with my father and uncle, seemingly by pure chance. Maybe it was luck, maybe not. But as I sat up there I reflected on the previous night's events. He had told me he loved me, which made me realize that I loved him...but were we moving too quickly? I did love him, but I also barely knew him. He was so much like my brother though... A strange melody awoke me from my musings, calling me to the second floor. Dad was awake and was playing a strange instrument I had never seen before. It was a strange hybrid of a violin and a flute, the mouthpiece passing air through semi-inflatable metal strings, adjusting the pitch as the bow passed over them. Inside the chest of the violin the flute's voice echoed, blending with the vibrations of the strings. It was an eerie sound but more beautiful than the armonica he'd been playing my first real night here. Eventually he looked up and found me sitting nearby. With a smile he continued playing, finishing the song, then set the instrument aside and turned to me.

"How're you today?"

I just smiled. "Good."

"Good to hear. You ready for breakfast? I'll cook it today if you want."

"Already did. It's baking."

He laughed. I had never heard him truly laugh before. It was deep, powerful, and catchy. He must have been feeling even better than I was after last night. "Foiled again! Can't a father cook breakfast for his girl now that he's taught her how to cook?"

"Gotta wake up earlier." I stuck my tongue out at him and sauntered over to the door, my footsteps feeling lighter. Pausing at the door I smiled over my shoulder at him. After last night, and knowing he was awake now, I felt strangely peaceful and happy, as if all that bitterness had simply been a bad dream. "Come down and eat."

He met me downstairs, though I don't think he was quite ready for what he found. I blushed as I leaned against the table near his seat, naked as the day I was born. I wanted to test him now. Gesturing to the food at his place and trying to ignore the heat in my face I smiled up at him. "Does it meet your approval?"

Staring at me dumbstruck, it took him a few seconds before he shook his head and smirked at me, drawing closer. "Which one? The appetizer..." he wrapped his arms around my back, hands laying softly on my rear just above my tail, "or the main course?"

"Which do you think is which?" I whispered, trying to match his tone but feeling unusually giddy and excited with him so close.

"Mmmm... that's a no-brainer if I ever saw one..." Leaning down he made me moan again as he kissed my left nipple. "A little snack to get me ready for the meal..."

I stopped and stared at him. "Dad!" I was a little miffed that he'd called me the appetizer. He broke out laughing again and hugged me close.

"I'm teasing, though I suppose you're not used to that." Lowering his voice to an attractive, husky tone he kissed me softly, saying, "Let us adjourn to the table and dine upon the appetizer before we...'indulge' in the main course." I couldn't help giggling as I sat down by him and we ate, my tail caressing and teasing his. After he finished his juice he turned to me with a grin. "You do know that we can't have sex all day every day, right?"

I nodded. "I know. I wasn't aiming for sex..." Looking up at him I grinned slyly. "But...I think it would be a nice way to start the day, wouldn't it?"

He chuckled and stroked my hand gently. "Just like your mother." Leaning over he kissed my cheek. I purred back to him. "Now, or after your lessons?"

"How about after?" He nodded in acceptance. I could feel his eyes watching my rear as I cleaned the table and took the plates to the counter, washing them quickly. He came over to help out, which gave me an idea. "Hey Dad...while your brother is in the hospital...can we both be naked all day? It's something my brother and I always wanted to do, but of course, never got to."

He cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Again, just like your mother. Of course we can."

"Can I ask another thing?" He nodded, though he seemed wary. "It's not about sex...um...can you teach me how to dance? Like the princesses in those stories the orphanage steward would read to us?"

Dad nodded. "I can certainly try. We'll start tonight in the ball room upstairs."

"Thanks..."

He hugged me and gave the back of my head a kiss, teasingly groping my right breast quickly. "See you upstairs for your science lessons, today is carbon chains."

After getting things squared away I went back upstairs to find Garret fully nude just as I was, with a sheepish grin on his face. We spent about three hours going over carbon and its affinity for bonding with other elements, though I guess I have it harder than Humans on Earth did because we have a slightly different physics setup here, there are some additional elements I had to learn about on top of the Human periodic table. I finished my test, feeling a little awkward at having to guesstimate most of it, and sat watching him as he graded it. It got a little boring because it was a rather long test, and I was already getting a little antsy...

"Ah!" Dad yelped in surprise, looking down at me as I crouched under the desk. I looked up at him innocently, my tongue still slowly trailing up the length of his shaft.

"Couldn't wait much longer."

He chuckled and shook his head, turning back to the papers. "Just don't bite."

I purred softly and set to work on him. In retrospect, now I feel like I was a slut, but can you blame me? I loved my dad, and he'd helped me rediscover sex, I wanted more of both. And undoubtedly so did he, because as I kneeled there between his legs I could hear his breath growing faster and heavier with excitement, I could feel his penis stiffening even more as I licked and stroked it, I could see his muscles tensing as he tried not to thrust into my face. "Mmmm..."

"Nnf...kinda...hard to focus..." he grunted, than groaned as I took as much of his length into my mouth and started to suckle on him, stroking the rest of his length with my fingers. "Anne...I'm...I'm close again..." He didn't need to tell me, I could already see and feel his knot growing. Smiling and purring, letting my tongue vibrate against the head of his penis, I cupped his knot and gently kneaded it. He yelped and roared, legs tensing and hands gripping the desk as he came hard into my mouth. This time I was prepared for his flood, though I guess I drained him last night because I didn't get more than a few generous ropes lancing the back of my mouth. It still tasted delicious though, salty and a tad bitter but sweet and creamy. He slumped against the chair, purring softly as I continued to suckle and lick him clean and dry before letting him go, giving his softening member a little kiss to the tip. "Wow...Well, you passed."

"Which test?" I asked, crawling back out from under the desk and then standing behind him.

"Both."

Rubbing his shoulders for a bit, I hummed to him, trying to remember the tune he'd played on the armonica. "I'll get lunch ready." He nodded and I left him to finish up, heading downstairs to the kitchen. It didn't take him long to find me working on a salad while waiting for the freintar chicken to thaw in a pot of mixed cooking oils. He started to help me dice up some tomatoes and other fruits, but I think we both had the same idea in mind, for soon he was up behind me rubbing my shoulders and the arms of my wings. I could feel his penis erecting against the base of my tail and poking my back. "Dad, you're naughty."

He laughed softly. "Do you want it?"

I was silent, but I lifted my tail with a grin, leaning over the counter a bit. I looked over my shoulder at him and he took the hint, grabbing my hips gently and lining himself up, making me hike my tail even higher in eager anticipation. We both moaned softly as he slowly penetrated me. Last night had just been pure pleasure from the start, but now that I knew what to expect, it felt new again because I could feel even more detail as he pressed deeper and deeper into me. "Oh daddy..."

His hands moved from my hips to my belly, scritching my scales tenderly and making me arch my back and purr. "Mmmm...you're so much like your mother...even the way your vagina grips is so much like her..." I was like my mother and he was like my brother...this was meant to be it seemed. I could feel every vein, every bump on his thick shaft until finally his sheath was pressed snugly against my labia, enough to tickle my clit. The pressure of his head against my cervix kinda hurt, but the pleasurable fullness inside me vastly outweighed that discomfort. One hand went back down to my hip while the other went to my breast, his fingers kneading my mammary with such care and devotion I could have melted all over the counter. Slowly he began to pull out of me until just the tip was still caught between my quivering, needy lips, and he paused there. "You're really eager for this aren't you?"

"Please daddy...put it back in me..." I got my wish as he quickly hilted himself inside me, both of us gasping in bliss as I clenched in pleasure around him. He set to a fairly fast pace, pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting himself deep and hard with one swift motion, pressing my hips against the beveled edge of the counter. I was in paradise...every motion of that perfect penis inside me sent waves of pleasure over my entire body, my head going fuzzy. All I could think about was how wonderful this felt. His fingers rolling and tweaking my nipple were so soft yet firm... The hand on my hip trailed down to my crotch, I couldn't help thrusting back against him as he tickled my hide. All at once everything went white, my whole body tensed, pure bliss crashing over me like a tsunami as I peaked. It felt so good! Everything just felt so good! Dad seemed to be holding himself back though, because when I came down from my euphoric rush he was still going, still pleasuring me with his controlling pace. "Dad...knot me...please..." I begged, I needed to feel his knot again now. I could feel it already beginning to swell up, bumping against my labia with each thrust and making me stretch a little more each time, overstimulating my pleasure-addled nerves.

"Oh gosh...so close..." he gasped, then with a loud roar he thrust hard, another loud POP and lewd squelch echoing with our cries of ecstasy as he tied with me and started to fill me with wave after wave of thick, gooey semen. It seemed he got off much more when inside a girl because compared to his load earlier, this was incredibly copious; amid the intense pleasure of its warmth I could feel the sheer volume stretching my vagina from the inside. After about a minute I could feel it pushing through my cervix, the pressure making it squirt and splash against the walls of my womb. It was an exhilarating sensation. I couldn't support myself much longer in my afterglow though, I felt so warm and lazy from the intense pleasure that I slumped onto the counter. Dad wasn't used to sex either, I could feel his legs trembling a bit against mine. Presently he leaned over me and nibbled on my neck. I just purred contently and rubbed my wings against him, clenching my pussy around his thick shaft, feeling his wonderful cream squish around inside me.

"Dad...that was...awesome..."

He purred and tenderly ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm glad, sweetie...I want to make you happy...I want to make up for having to leave you..."

I smiled over my shoulder at him sleepily. "Doing a hell of a good job so far." I lay against the counter to catch my breath and relax. "The chicken still isn't done though...how can I work if I'm knotted?"

He chuckled and rubbed my shoulders, kneading them. It felt really good, very relaxing. "My knot won't go down for about half an hour, like last night...I'd say that's the perfect timer, wouldn't you agree?"

I couldn't help giggling. "More than perfect." To my surprise he leaned down again and grabbed my legs, then hoisted me up against his chest, his body arched back a bit so that he was carrying me while we were still tied. He brought me over to the dining room table, then held onto my legs with one strong arm and grabbed a chair with the other, bringing it back to the counter and then sitting down with me on his lap. The whole time I was constantly moaning, the motions of his erection inside me as we moved were almost too much with the post-coital sensitivity. He wrapped his wings forward around me and I purred again, laying back against him as he hugged me, one hand on my breast and the other gently massaging my labia and clit as we sat there and enjoyed our union. After a few minutes of cuddling like this he sighed and nuzzled my neck.

"As fun as this is, Anne, we must enjoy it while we can. When my brother returns... things cannot have changed between us. You must still be the silent girl you came here as, and you must never make any indication that you know me."

I was very confused. "Why not daddy?"

He sighed again, his voice deepening with agitation. "It's complicated, my daughter... just trust me. Thanks to you I'm on the mend though, so things might get better around here."

"What do you mean, 'on the mend'?"

He squeezed me teasingly. "I picked you up and carried you with one arm, and it didn't fatigue me. A month ago that could have killed me." He lowered to a soft whisper. "Ever since we met, I've been feeling so much better...I haven't felt this renewed in 18 years. But my brother won't understand. He sees me as a liability now."

It didn't make sense, but for now I decided to trust him. Mentally though I made a note to carefully observe the caretaker when he returned. "Is there something wrong with him?"

"No...at least, I don't think so, but I'm not certain. You see...I probably shouldn't tell you, but in the past four years I've had...reasons to doubt him. He's always been into painting and studying great art, but his obsession with it has gotten a little unnerving. Add in the fact that he's getting all these damaged paintings from somewhere, and no one seems to know what happens to them after he's retouched them... He started getting this way as the war dragged on and he began meeting with others on my behalf about the underground organizations that were prolonging the war."

My mind instantly began racing with a myriad of theories. I'd heard of underground assassin groups who targeted influential individuals, and from what his brother had told me in regards to how Dad got this mansion, he seemed to be a pretty influential figure himself. I didn't say anything to Dad but I had noticed that his brother seemed awfully jumpy when he was working with his paints. Part of the reason I was silent about that though was that I couldn't tell if it was because he was used to being alone, or if he was just so focused on his work that it naturally made him jumpy...or if he was hiding something. There wasn't enough for me to go on for any of those. "I see..."

"No you don't, not if you know what's good for you right now. When he gets back, nothing has changed between us and you are none the wiser. I'll explain later when things make more sense to me, but until then, please just lie low and pretend nothing's any different." He nibbled my shoulder, I could feel a naughty grin on his face. "I'll still find ways for us to be together though if you desire."

A thought popped into my head. "Until he gets back...can we sleep together? Like...in the same bed?"

I could feel him nodding behind me. "Of course."

By the time his knot had gone down the chicken was thawed and ready to be cooked, though it took me a while to get it going because we had to clean ourselves up. Semen tastes and feels wonderful, but when it's been sitting for a while it gets sticky and hard to scrub off, especially when it's dried. A bit of it had leaked out of me and was smeared all over my pussy and his sheath, but we had fun cleaning each other off. I guess I had the most fun since he insisted on treating me to oral play, while the chicken simmered on the pan he had me sitting up on the counter with his tongue buried deep inside my folds. He said my moaning was so cute he could listen to it all day...

As usual I was silent about that, but not without a smile. He would be hearing a LOT of moaning from me if things continued the way they were.

The day progressed with occasional teasing and groping from the both of us until finally night came around and he led me up to the old ballroom. As I looked around at the gold-colored trim and the crystal lighting of this massive room, I suddenly felt rather small and vulnerable, especially since I was naked. My tail curled around my legs and my wings held tight to my back and sides as I looked around, feeling a bit like a lost princess exploring her new kingdom castle for the first time. While I looked around, my arms crossed under my breasts and hefting them a bit, Dad was busy getting the old music player to work. With a loud KACHUNK that almost made me jump out of my scales, a static-y sound echoed from the far end of the room, then faded into a muted tune that quickly grew in strength as the vibration of the internal speakers loosened the dust covering them. A beautiful, touching tune began to echo in the empty room. Dad came up behind me as silently as the first time he'd seen me, barely a noise to be heard as he very gently laid his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him to find a loving smile.

"Excuse me, miss, you're looking a little lonely...may I have the honor of a dance?" I smiled shyly and nodded, taking his hand. He led me to the center of the dance floor, holding my left hand in his right and laying his hand on my waist. His tail curled up and gently led my confused free hand to his back. "The Dragons and Furs all have their own dances, but I personally prefer the Human style of ball dancing. That's what they do in the stories usually as well, since Dragons and Furs don't typically dance as royalty." Looking down at the floor between us he shifted his feet a bit, I looked down as well and tried to copy him. "Slowly at first...just watch my feet and do as I do. I'll lead." With that he began to slowly step one way, then another, sometimes stepping into me, sometimes stepping away. I tripped a few times but he always held me firm. "Step...step...back...forth, there you go, step...step...step..." When I felt I'd gotten the hang of it I started doing a bit of leading, which made his smile grow even more proudly. "There you go, perfect. This is most of the dance, just a casual stepping and leading. That's why Humans love it, it's a chance to just be together in relative quiet. Now..." He pulled my hand out a bit and twisted his wrist, which twisted my arm gently and made me follow through and twirl once by his side. Now we were at arm-length from each other, his opposite arm held out in a graceful form. I tried to copy him, and twirled in reverse right into his waiting grasp. He leaned down and kissed me lovingly on the lips as we stepped in tune again back and forth. "Anne...you would make an utterly breathtaking dancer."

All I could do was blush and giggle as he twirled me out again, then back into his arms. That was all I'd learn for tonight, he said. Start with the basics and slowly work up. What little that was already, I could have died happily with...just me and him, dancing together for almost two whole hours. As usual, I was silent, and reveled in this wonderful new life of mine that was growing in leaps and bounds almost daily.