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Krysten's Corruption Chapter 1

Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2011

The small teenager squirmed on the uncomfortable wooden chair she sat at. Long ears fell back and eyes dropped at the glare her movements invoked and she bit back a whimper. Krysten Dannelly returned to picking at the food on her plate, resisting the urge to squirm again. A strange burning desire for something unknown to the sixteen year old girl had risen inside her the past few days, growing even stronger with each day. She found herself staring at each male she came across with new appreciation, the long feline tail wanting to lift and little mewling whimpers bit back. But the small cabbit knew better then to be anything other then the proper decorous girl her father demanded of her. The tall tom cat had presided over her life with an iron fist since her mother had died when she was six. Only dim memories remained of her beautiful rabbit mother with her soft voice and gentle touch.

Her mother would have explained what was going on with her body. There would be a soft chuckle of amusement and then gentle words to explain it and assist with it. Krysten sighed softly as she reached for her water. Hidden from most of the world by her father, she didn't even have the opportunity to go to a school nurse. Dante had decided to home school her when she was ten after she developed her first crush on a boy. He had demanded she be a proper well behaved child. And that included not indulging any frivolous attentions. She would marry who he chose when he deemed her old enough; she would do what he deemed appropriate for his daughter, she would say and think exactly what he wanted her to. It had been how he was raised after all. The only time he had strayed had been marrying Krysten's mother. And her death he blamed entirely on himself. The car accident that took her life just cemented the idea that if he had but followed his own parents' ruling, he wouldn't have brought his beloved Aurora into harms way. With the police officers words of sympathy, the warm loving feline he had been had disappeared into a cold hard shell. Reverting back to that puritanical world he had grown up in.

Krysten knew the reasons for it all, even understood it all. But a small part of her, treacherous and insistent, railed at the loss of what could have been. Especially with this strange barrage of sensations overcoming her every thought, taking away rationality and leaving the more base urges she had never even been told about. Unable to explore the perfectly formed body she had been graced with, unable to think about boys, completely naïve, she was helpless in the face of what was her first heat cycle. All she knew was she needed... something! Squirming once again, not even realizing it, she drew her fathers steely gray eyes to her again.

Dante eyed his only child disapprovingly. He had smelled the onset of her heat almost instantly. It had been hard not to in the clothes he picked out for her. Not a single pair of jeans was to be found in his daughter's closet, all knee length skirts and prim button up blouses. Knee high socks only, stockings were for loose women. So only thin cotton separated his keen nose from her scent as her every movement sent it swirling into the air. A small part of him, the part that Aurora had seen and drawn out so long ago, felt sympathy for her confusion and discomfort. But, the part that had protected him from the pain all these years steeled and refused to give her even the slight comfort knowledge might provide. Instead, he frowned and cleared his throat meaningfully.

Large green eyes met his gray ones and the soft creamy fur coating his daughter from head to foot pinked charmingly with her blush. She ducked her head again, chestnut hair falling to hide her face as she resumed picking at her food. Taking a moment with her once again still, Dante allowed himself to admire the beauty his daughter was turning out to be. Her features had taken after her mother's lapine side, except for her feet and tail. Delicate feline paws and a long flexible feline tail that was unknowingly curled against her back were the only signs of her feline side. Soft creamy fur, a sort of milky tan, contrasted beautifully with her bright green eyes and dark hair, accenting her flawless features. She looked exactly how he envisioned her to look, small, meek, and innocent. And incredibly beautiful and alluring a small part of his brain murmured. He shushed that voice with a low growl, earning the fall of those long ears and a small whimper from his daughter.

"Come Krysten, you are obviously not hungry and I need a distraction. Shall we finish our chess game?" he suggested, pushing away from the table. Her eyes lifted to his again and she nodded wordlessly as she moved to gather the plates. "Speak up my girl," he admonished gruffly, pushing aside the emotion that welled inside him to hug her tightly as she looked even more vulnerable. It was for her own good he reminded himself.

"Yes sir, I would very much like that," she murmured softly, eyes remaining lowered demurely as she hovered there, holding their dinner plates.

"Good girl. Go do the dishes, then meet me in my den," he instructed before turning and walking out, his head to toe black form looking fit and strong in his chinos and button down shirt. Krysten felt her eyes lingering and the itching burning need between her legs growing. She'd never noticed how handsome her father was before. With a bright blush, she shook her head and turned to do her chore without another word. The mundane mindless task of washing dishes gave her mind ample time to wander. Daydreaming of the day a man would come that made her father smile with approval. Moving onto her wedding night, when his strong gentle arms wrapped around her and showed her just how wonderful the love between a man and woman could be. She didn't know the details of what that entailed, but, she had seen enough and heard enough to know that it needed to be done to make babies. And somehow, it made the ache growing inside her stronger, more insistent. Trembling with the force of it, it became all she could think about and her daydream man took on a familiar black form with piercing gray eyes. Not even realizing she had started to daydream about her father loving her in the way a man loved a woman.

"Krysten, are you almost done?" Her father's voice broke her from her reverie, making her squeak and jump in surprise. Nearly dropping the plate she had been holding and only just catching herself. Hurrying up the last little bit, she blushed and forced her mind out of her day dreams. Then, hurrying to the den where her father waited.

"I'm sorry Father, I started daydreaming," she explained, head bowed, paws folding in front of her. Knowing a punishment was coming as daydreaming was a strictly forbidden thing in her home. And sure enough, his sigh and look of disappointment came just how she expected it to. Beckoning her to him, he pushed his chair back from the chess table and waited for her to get into position over his lap. Still more then small enough to fit there without too much discomfort on either side, she bent over, belly down, on his lap. Closing her eyes tightly, she braced for the stinging pain that was to come. Daydreaming earned her ten spankings, a punishment she was sad to say she was incredibly familiar with.

Dante stared down at her, mouth dry as her scent reached him again. Her heat making his body react whether he willed it to or not. His fingers itched to caress the sweet curve of her rear, presented so beautifully to him in this position. Shaking his head, he bit his tongue hard; tasting blood then started the punishment. His paw landed heavily, pulling a yelp from her and causing her body to shake and press down against his thighs. Against the growing length he didn't want to admit was there. Confusion had her brow furrowed and she squirmed, trying to get more comfortable and causing his eyes to close as pleasure, faint but there, flowed through him. His paw lifted again, and then fell the second time, harder then before to try and stop her from those teasing wriggles. Another yelp and her small weight was pushed down once again. Dante found himself giving in slightly, soaking up the small pleasure each spank offered him as he spanked her, turning her rear a bright red even through the layers of skirt and panties.

Krysten counted each one off in her head, ignoring the pain as best she could. Though, she couldn't seem to explain the tingles of excitement and pleasure that raced through her as well. Her body, so grateful to be touched by another at long last, finding the act of punishment pleasurable, gratifying, creating a small build up inside her. Halfway through the punishment, her head dropped and the yelps turned more to moans as her body coiled tighter and tighter, pain mixing with the need and promising to lead up to something fantastic. But, before she could reach it, so close she could almost touch it, that final blow fell and her father's hand ran over her hair soothingly. "Why were you punished Krysten?" came the usual question, unheeded by the cabbit. She trembled there until he pinched her lightly to get her out of the haze of insane need and almost orgasmic bliss that she had tumbled into. Then, jerking slightly, she came back to herself and slid off him. Glazed green eyes meeting his blankly and she blinked owlishly. He repeated the question softly, staring at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"I was a bad girl and let myself dream of things that are frivolous and unimportant. I left my father waiting like a selfish girl and didn't think of anyone but myself," she finally intoned, contrition evident even through the look of lust on her delicate features and he found himself nodding. She had learned her place well, despite the flightiness and tendencies to dream. Though, with that look she gave him, and the smell of her arousal as well as her heat, not to mention his own arousal thanks to her scent, he found himself fighting to keep from falling victim to those same tendencies. She looked so much like her mother just now, so beautiful and needy he had to give himself a firm mental shove to remind himself of whom and what she was.

"Good girl. Don't let it happen again," he answered, though both of them knew it would. It was one habit he had never seemed to be able to break her of. But a small harmless habit in comparison with the variety of other vices she could have had. When she remained standing, he stood and led her to her seat, fingers lingering on the fur of her upper arms longer then they should without either realizing it. Had her fur always been this soft? Another firm mental shake and he moved back to his chair, focusing on the chess game they had in progress. His gray eyes moved to the board and he concentrated on the pieces, or tried to. His mind returned to his suddenly alluring daughter again and again, eyes soon following to watch her as she sat, waiting her turn patiently. Back straight, she watched the board instead of him. Her paws folded demurely in her lap, not squirming though he knew sitting had to be uncomfortable given her recent spanking. Especially since his blows had been harder then normal unconsciously just so he could feel her small frame pressing against the half hard erection hidden in his pants. She was concentrating so hard on the possibilities that could open up when he finally did take his move that an adorable furrow formed between her eyes and her ears perked forward slightly. At first glance, she appeared just how she had been raised; decorous, proper, and chaste. If one didn't notice the pebbled nipples pushing against her clothing, standing out starkly. Or if one ignored the scent of her arousal, heavy in the air and wreaking havoc on his brain. But, his senses caught all that, and more, the line between daughter and woman blurring in his mind as his body reacted to the siren call of her heat. Eventually, he moved his hand, picking a piece and moving it in what could only be classified as a novice mistake, easily picked up by his daughter.

Krysten blinked as she saw him move and she cast her eyes to him curiously. But, he made no move to correct the mistake, sticking by his own rules. Once the fingers left the piece, it was the others turn. No questions, no exceptions. He just smiled a small sheepish smile and she couldn't help but giggle softly before she moved to check his queen. There wasn't a way he could salvage the game after that mistake and she quickly won, a seldom seen feat. Unable to contain the burst of elation, she bounced in her seat slightly, and then whimpered at the pain in her rear flared. Completely missing the flare of heat in her father's eyes as he watched her with a strange look. Instead, she settled down and started to set her pieces back into place. After a moment, he followed her lead.

The next few hours progressed silently as they played, working their way through the next game with the easy companionship of two used to just each other. Krysten oblivious to the thoughts of her father, focused on the game and the pent up need inside her small body. Dante making mistake after mistake as his mind sank lower into the depths of arousal he couldn't seem to quell. Finally, after two hours of torturing himself with her scent, he pushed away from the chair and ordered her gruffly to bed. She blinked at him, and then nodded an instant later. Moving to kiss his cheek per usual, she found herself pressing close to his masculine form unconsciously, tail lifting once again and hips writhing slightly. Catching her actions, she blushed deeply and pulled away, mumbling a goodnight and then fleeing to her room to undress for bed.

Her body was so sensitive with her need and heat that even the simple task of undressing had her gasping with pleasure as cloth slid over her body. Falling to her knees, nude, she shook as she tried to control herself, to not touch the parts of her body aching for that touch. Her head fell forward, resting on the edge of her bed as she whimpered softly; confusion and need warring inside her. Finally, helplessly, she cupped her full perfect breasts, squeezing awkwardly. A cry, low and husky, filled the room as her back arched and pleasure shot down between her legs. That had felt almost as good as her spanking earlier had turned out to feel. Fumbling a little, she inadvertently brushed her nipples and even more pleasure filled her. At this point, any chance of stopping was gone, the haze of need overtaking her.

Her hips pushed back towards an invisible lower, tail lifting and revealing the slick swollen folds that begged for attention. Her tiny asshole hidden between still pink cheeks winking slightly as her body clenched as she tugged gently at her nipples. The build up returning, albeit slower then it had when she had been spanked. Desperate now, she tugged harder; hips squirming, up and down, in circles as little mewls of need and pleasure fell from her lips. Her first attempts at self pleasure awkward and inefficient, her cries unhindered. She was so completely lost in the feelings coursing through her body, so new, so amazing; so caught up in her actions that she didn't catch the squeak of her father's foot on the stairs, coming closer.

Dante listened to her intently as she went upstairs. He listened to her soft foot steps as she moved around, getting prepared for bed, though the time was an hour earlier then her usual. A small proud smile curving his muzzle as he started to calm down now that her scent was diminishing. She was ever his good girl, ever obedient and sweet. "Aurora, I hope she makes you proud," he murmured, eyes lingering on the portrait of his beloved wife. Then, hearing a thump, his ears perked and concern filled him. A cry filtered down and he stood, moving towards the door to listen better. More cries followed, muffled by doors, walls, and distance and his concern grew. Was she hurt? Moving to the stairs, he started to climb them, worry gnawing at his gut.

Her scent hit him like a brick wall before he even reached her door, coaxing a groan from him as he braced against the wall to gather his composure. It had been far far too long since he had felt the touch of another. But none had compared next to his wife, and his beliefs didn't allow for casual sex. Maybe he'd have to reconsider that thought given how he was reacting to his daughter's heat. She was his child, untouchable, right? The desire and thoughts in his mind making him doubt that conviction now. She was his; it was only right he teach her instead of a callow boy. No, he couldn't touch her, despite how much he ached to see her entire body nude, to see if she was as lovely as he imagined. Who would know though, she led a sheltered life and needed something, some help. What good father would let his only child suffer so?

Another cry jerked his thoughts from the riotous tumult they had fallen into it and he moved towards her closed door. Adjusting the suddenly ragingly hard length in his pants, he groaned in discomfort before knocking on the door and waiting. The expected answer never came, only a soft moaning whimper and his concern rose. Could her ignorance of her problem be causing her actual pain? Did a heat hurt? He began to doubt keeping her innocent as he dropped his hand to the door handle and opened it. Whatever the case, he needed to check on her, to make sure she was alright.

The sight that met him as the door swung open stopped his breath and heart instantly. Her nude form was bent against the edge of the bed, hips pointed in his direction, tail lifted. He saw the core of her feminine beauty perfectly, coral pink depths swollen to a deep red with her arousal. The creamy fur of her thighs soaked with her juices. The dance her hips made hypnotized him before he dragged his eyes away and looked beyond, watching her small paws fumbling at her breasts. Her small face screwed up in an expression of frustrated need and he nearly came on the spot. Then, the concern he had been feeling mixed with the desire and something inside him snapped. Anger grew from nowhere and he shook his head, trying to dispel it.

She was acting the part of a slut, a wanton whore begging for anything, anyone to fuck her. The role he had worked her whole life to avoid. He was no longer rational and able to remember her heat, that it wasn't her fault. His mind saw her teasing him, beckoning him to fill her. Imagining her head lifting and those green eyes turning to him. Actually heard her calling to him, "Daddy, fill me, fuck me, take me" though no words were actually uttered. And helplessly, victim to a decade old need to be with someone, the call of her heat, and the anger that appeared when she wasn't in danger and doing what she had been told her whole life not to, he moved closer. Hands moving to undo his pants as the Krysten in his mind grinned slowly and nodded. "That's it daddy, take that big cock out and take my slutty hole. Teach me what a bad girl I am, spank me while you fuck me," the imaginary Krysten said.

The real Krysten was oblivious in her desire to reach that goal that seemed just out of reach. She had never heard the door open, or her seen her father walk in. She didn't hear, or see the danger impending. Her eyes were scrunched close and entire being focused on the pleasure radiating from her breasts. Wishing desperately she dared to touch herself between her legs where she ached the most. Then, as if her mind supplied the touch for her, she felt something there, pushing against her soft folds. Something warm and hard, but covered in slick velvety flesh. Eyes flying open, she looked down and between her legs, seeing familiar chino covered legs and then that thing pushing so nicely against her folds was thrusting forward. It thrust inside her, into an opening that seemed too small for it at first, despite the lubrication of her heat. And suddenly pain flared intense and bright in her, causing her back to arch and a scream to rip from her lips. It was tearing her open, tearing her in half and it HURT!

Her hands dropped to the lush carpet beneath her, claws sliding out and sinking into the padding beneath as she tried to struggle away from the hardness that burrowed a fiery path into her very core. But then those large strong hands were cupping her hips, drawing her back against her father and she was helpless in the face of his strength and need. Confused, she looked over her shoulder at her father, pain filling her green eyes and making her pale. "D...d..Daddy....s.stop..it h...h..hurts!" she stammered, wriggling to get away, trying to squirm. But his hands held her fast as he pulled back. Feeling him pulling from her, she thought he was listening, tugging that painful thing from wherever it had fit inside her. But, then with a grimace on his handsome face, he thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt this time, the tip of his length kissing the entrance to her womb.

Dante was lost, oblivious to his daughter's pain and confusion as he felt himself sink so deep in the tightest, wettest passage he had ever been in. Pleasure the likes he hadn't felt in at least a decade, if not his entire life, overwhelmed him, making him helpless to do anything but take her struggling form. The Krysten in his mind disappeared now that he was inside the real thing, her walls rippling and convulsing around him as she tried to expel the invader hurting her. But that action only served to cause him further pleasure, drawing him quickly towards his orgasm. A few more thrusts, rapid and rough and he was bending over her body. Teeth finding her shoulder to hold her in place as he gave a low growl of pleasure as hot thick cum suddenly filled her, his barbs flaring out wide to hold him in place and stimulate her womb to drop her eggs. Going limp with a satisfied purring as the last of the pleasure faded and he soaked up the warm afterglow that followed.

Krysten just lay there, sobbing softly. She hurt, so badly, despite having been so ready. But, despite the brutal taking of her virginity, his climax had quenched some of the burning heat in her belly, that warm liquid that he had spurted inside her finally giving her some room to breath without feeling the need to rub against everything and beg for something she didn't even know. Dimly aware of the sound of her father's purring, a sound she hadn't heard in so long, she struggled under his weight. That desire to please him soon overwhelming the feeling of betrayal. He only ever hurt her as punishment. She had been doing something bad after all. And if it had made him happy, she would take the punishment gladly. Though she did wish he'd get off her. And stop biting her. Though, a part of her reveled in the feel of his weight, in the primal mating bite, as well as the length of him still buried deep, plugging his cum inside her. So that when he finally did pull out, she mewled softly at the loss.

A paw dropped between her legs, cupping her so tender sex, feeling the mess that started to seep form her as her head bowed and body curled in on itself, hiding herself from his gaze. And as she sat there, waiting for whatever was to follow, reality returned to her father. Dante stared down at his daughter, then at his cum coated length as it slowly softened. He had just raped his own daughter. His flesh and blood, the child he swore to protect. Self hatred tore at him and he stumbled away from her. But, before he could say anything, she spoke, her voice hoarse from her cries.

"Thank you father, for punishing me. I was a bad girl for touching myself inappropriately. Thank you father, for making the burning go away some. However can I thank you?" He stared at her for a long moment, hands pausing at the attempt to cover himself and he processed her words. She didn't hate him. She didn't even know what it was he had done. She considered it a just punishment for her attempt to masturbate. Hell, she was even thanking him for raping her. All because it made her heat ebb some. Though it would only be a temporary solution as her need to be bred would continue to rage for days yet or until her body actually took. Shaking his head some, he sighed. He could either let her suffer those days, or he could help her. He could attempt to forget the fantastic pleasure he had just felt, and go back to his chaste puritanical life. But he knew he wouldn't be able to. Especially not with her still in the midst of her heat cycle. And so with a silent plea up to Aurora, he begged for forgiveness, even as he stepped back in front of her and lifted her chin.

Stroking along her cheek lightly, he admired her beauty, marred slightly by the tear tracks on her cheeks. He hated causing those tears, though a part of him, that primal male side of his roared approval at having such a complacent docile creature to enjoy. Dipping his head, he kissed her, taking her muzzle in a kiss between man and woman, tasting her sweetness with a hunger he didn't realize he had until he tasted her. She stiffened slightly, then went still, not responding, just allowing. Green eyes remaining open, staring at him as he pulled back. "I have been unfair my child. I haven't explained what you're going through and I am sorry. But I can make it better, if you listen to everything I say. Do you promise to listen and obey me even if it seems like something you can't do?" he asks, his voice soft, but firm.

Krysten stared at him, mind going over what he said as she licked her lips reflexively, tasting him on them. A blush filled her cheeks as she nodded once "Yes Sir. Always," she assured, trusting him fully as she always had. Instantly, she was rewarded with a warm smile and his gray eyes lighting up with love and approval. His hand moved from her cheek to one delicate wrist. Pulling the small cream colored hand from between her legs, he lifted it to his muzzle and breathed in deeply.

The scent of their combined juices made him groan softly and he smiled at her confusion and growing blush. Any reservations that lingered faded then and there and he stood and picked her small body up and laid her on her bed, spreading her tiny form out. "That's my good girl. Remember your promise, anything and everything," he warns before he covered her muzzle with his own once again, kissing her again. Any words she might have said lost forever in that kiss as she gave herself to her father's whim like she always had.