Fievel's Daughter
#1 of Stories From the Castle of the Immortals
The long day was wearing thin on Fievel. Already he had lost half of a day's wages due to a downpour the weatherman said wasn't going to happen. He made a mental note to kill the weatherman.
The brown mouse looked down at the wolf he had been pleasuring himself on. She was young, naive. She had seen Fievel as a handsome male who could use some attention. As he cleaned off his daggar, he couldn't help but sigh. He needed attention all right. But not the kind she provided him with. The loud bitch.
He walked back home and entered the tall, dark castle. He was tired and angered. He wanted someone fresh and inexperienced. As he trudged to his room, his sister-in-law, a Dalmation wolfdog, stopped him.
"Fievel? Mayflower has been looking for you. She said there was something she wanted to tell you," the wolfdog said.
"And what would that be, Penny?" the brown mouse said, his eyebrow raising a bit in sarcastic interest.
Penny sighed, "She's your daughter. You find out. I'm just the messenger."
A thought accured to Fievel then. His daughter, Mayflower, was reaching her 16th year. It was time she learned a thing or two about males and females. Delighted about this new change in his day, the brown mouse set out to track down his young daughter.
She was a beauty. Half mouse, a fourth human, and a fourth dog, she looked very much like her mother. Soft brown mousy hair tumbled down her naturally tanned back. Her bushy, shepherd tail wagged aimlessly as she read her book.
Fievel was handsome in his own right. Standing roughly 5'11", he was slender with tight muscles rippling over his body. He had large brown ears and deep black eyes that shined. His tail balanced his dark features and added to them. Every part of him was dark and mysterious, including his mentality. He always kept a semi-expressionless face, not showing much emotion over anything.
The brown mouse crept closer to his daughter. "Mayflower, my dear, you wished to talk?" he asked, his face emotionless.
The girl looked up and put her book away. She smiled. "Yes, Daddy, I did. I wanted to ask you if you got Momma's present yet. For her birthday?"
He shook his head and sat on her bed. "No, I did not," he answered, absentmindedly playing with his daughter's sleeve.
"Oh, drats," she said, looking away. "I was hoping you would have suggestions on what I could get her."
"No, I do not," he said, his voice fading as he moved closer to her. Her uncomfort aroused him further. "How old are you, Mayflower?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm fifteen, Daddy. I'll be sixteen next month," she responded, scooting a little away from her father.
"Have you ever been with a male?" he asked.
"No," she answered, starting to get nervous. She was now fully aware of her father's intent. "Daddy? Are you ok?"
The mouse chuckled softly and moved his hand away from her sleeve. Moving his body towards her, he placed his hand across her body. "I will be fine, my dear. Have you ever kissed a male?"
She shook her head as her father bent to kiss her lightly on her lips. The touch of his lips on hers startled her. She moved away. "Daddy, do you think we should be doing this?"
He looked at her and tilted his head slightly. "Of course, my dearest. I wouldn't do it otherwise," he said, moving to kiss her again.
He positioned his body above hers and kissed her deeply. Unable to move away, Mayflower allowed her father's kiss. Fievel's hands moved to her blouse and unbuttoned it, revealing her uncovered breasts.
"You have grown lovely," he whispered roughly, bending to kiss each teet tenderly.
A little scared, Mayflower tried to move by laying down. This only caused Fievel to lay on top of her. A position she found even more uncomfortable.
"Do not worry, my little one, it will only hurt for a moment," he whispered as he tugged off her clothes and then unbuttoned his pants.
She could feel his hardened cock against the inside of her thighs and she shuddered. She could only think that it was wrong for him to do this. But then, it wasn't surprising. Her father was known for doing wrong things.
He played with her a bit. Teasing her opening with his fingers. He knew she wasn't really enjoying it. She was uncomfortable. But that didn't matter to him. He liked them when they were uncomfortable.
He rubbed his hard cock against her inner thigh and smiled when she gasped. "This will only hurt for a moment," he found himself repeating as he pushed his full length inside her. She screamed in pain as she felt her virginity be taken by her father.
He moved inside her, his large cock moving back and forth. He wanted her to "enjoy" their get-together. He was slow at first, letting her get used to his length. Then, he slowly sped up.
As he continued, Mayflower started to enjoy the sensations of his penis inside her vagina. As he moaned, she began to moan. She closed her eyes and imagined him a boy from school. This made it a lot better as she arched her back up to him and moved her hips with him.
He smiled. Let her have her fantasies. He was living his. He moved faster, grinding his penis into her. As she climaxed, he let his hot semen pour into her. She moaned at the feel of his cock letting loose.
Their juices mixed and he smiled evilly. He kissed her softly. She opened her eyes and looked at him in horror as she started to awaken from her fantasy.
"Not a word of this to your mother, now. We wouldn't want to let her know how you enticed me into this," he said, slowly moving off of her.
She sat up and looked at him. She was tired from the sex, but curious about his comment. "Enticed you into this? How?" she asked, a little disgusted.
He shrugged and stood up. He put his dick back into his pants and zipped them up. "You are so beautiful, Mayflower. And you have grown dramatically. You don't think I would notice your endowed bossom? What of your nice rump? How you tease me when you bend down to pick things off the ground. The scent of your masterbation can be tracked all the way from my room. I am but a male. These things entice and excite me in ways you wouldn't imagine. Were your mother to find out you do this, she would be very angry," he said, his face impassive.
A new kind of horror came upon Mayflower as she realized how right her father was. She sat in shame as her father bid her a good night and left the room, closing the door behind him.
As he walked down the hall, Fievel smiled evilly. Not only had he taken his daughter's virginity, but he had ensured it would remain a secret. And he didn't have to lie to do it...