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Krysten's Corruption Chapter 3

Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2013

Dante woke at his usually early time the next morning, his eyes opening, focusing on the ceiling above him. It took him a few minutes to register that something...was different. There was a warm body beside him, curled into his side. His daughter's scent reached his nose and he wondered if she had had a bad dream. Then memory slammed back full force and he tensed. Guilt, arousal, self hatred...all fought in his mind for supremacy. He stared down at her head on his chest and he had to bite back a groan of those conflicting emotions.

Slowly, he moved her aside enough to allow him to get up. Feeling the pull of his matted fur, his self revulsion grew, knowing it was the combination of their juices dried into his dark fur. He had taken her twice...unprotected. In the middle of her heat cycle. The knowledge of what that meant didn't elude him and he hurried to go wash the evidence off his body. Closing the bathroom door firmly, he forced himself not to think on that for just a moment. First, get clean.

Ten minutes later, he had scrubbed those juices off him, and now just leaned under the hot spray of the water. He had to think of what to do. If she ended up pregnant, the truth would come out sooner or later. Especially as that little part of his brain that had taken over last night chimed in. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation of her body anymore. Just thinking of her in his bed had his body reacting. Despite his guilt and the revulsion he felt at himself, he knew himself enough to face the truth. He knew that he had reached this conclusion last night, after he had raped her. Before they ended up making love. She needed him, though he needed her more. He had felt more alive...more in touch with everything when he had been inside her. For the first time in ten years, he wasn't cold and cut off from everything.

He leaned back against the cool tile, planning on how to keep his daughter protected. It would mean doing something he didn't really want to do, but it would be necessary. It wasn't like he and Aurora hadn't swung before she got pregnant. Hell, he and his late wife had been quite into exploring the kinkier side of things. Aurora may have looked innocent, but she had certainly loved to tempt him into the lecherous and darker sides of sex.

His coworker, Rusty, would fit the bill of what he wanted. A typical playboy, he loved them young and innocent the most. A casual invitation to look over some papers together, maybe over dinner and a few beers. Then, Dante would pretend to get called away by some emergency or anther, leaving his daughter with the tomcat. If he told Krysten to forgo her panties, and make sure she tempted him with a raised tail and swaying hips, he knew that Rusty wouldn't resist for too long. Especially if Dante instructed his daughter to ask him for help. The only drawback was that the younger man had fur the color of his name. But, Krysten's genetics were half his. If she was pregnant and the baby ended up favoring the grandfather, no one would suspect that.

The plan wasn't perfect, but it could be ironed out with a little work. He wished he dared to equip her with some form of birth control, to assure that she didn't end up pregnant from the playboy. But, getting something that Rusty wouldn't notice right off the bat would take time, and he didn't have that luxury. He needed to act now. Reaching for the water control, he started to turn it off, to go get it set into action. Ignoring the fact that he was rock hard at the thought of his daughter being taken by another. The very idea of her whimpering those sexy little whimpers and moving against the younger orange tom as she had moved against him the night before...it was definitely incredibly alluring.

A small hand stopped his, which had been hovering over the top of the water knob. Blinking as that touch pulled him from his thoughts, he looked down at Krysten. She looked up innocently, then stepped into the water with him. If it had been anyone else, he'd think she was trying to seduce him. But as she burrowed into his chest beneath the water, he knew she just wanted comfort. Sighing a tiny bit, his arms closed around her, leaving the shower on. Keeping her against him as he sank down to the floor of the shower, pulling his little girl into his lap after taking care that his erection was pressed to his belly, to avoid it being a discomfort beneath her lush little ass.

"Daddy, why do I ache so much? Why does it ..burn?" she asked. His insides clenched at the name she called him. Except for last night, he hadn't heard that since she was younger. Since right after her mother had died. She had cried it out as she woke up with nightmare after nightmare, seeking his comfort. But all he had given was a cold look and a firm instruction to go to sleep, that nightmares were a weakness he would not encourage. He had become Father then. Stroking her damp hair back, he lifted her chin up and debated just how to explain a heat to her.

"It's your body's way of signaling you are ready for a man my Krysten. That you are ready to have kittens and be a mother. You will go through this time periodically until you are older and unable to bear children. There are heat suppressant medications, but they can be dangerous for your body, which is why I never got you on them. Unfortunately, it also makes it hard for a man to resist you. Your scent is more alluring, more tempting." He kissed her nose lightly, glad for the water right now. It washed that scent away before it could really befuddle his mind. She looked confused, processing his words. Then, as what he said clicked with what she had already known, she looked a little scared.

"Does this mean I'm pregnant now Daddy?" Her hands slipped over her flat belly and she whimpered a tiny bit. She wasn't ready to have children...but if they were Dante's, she'd bear them willingly. He shrugged a shoulder, even as his fingers soothed her fear away, rubbing up and down her back.

"I don't know Krysten. You might be. Though, the society we live in doesn't take kindly to what we did last night. We need to make sure there is someone else we can name as the father if you are pregnant." He glanced away, face filling with shame. Another rarely seen emotion from her father. She processed that quickly, putting it all together and realizing that he had done something wrong. No, they had done something wrong. She had wanted it the second time. And if she was truthful with herself, she had wanted it the first time too, she just hadn't realized it yet.

"I won't tell anyone Daddy. I'm your good girl, remember?" She rested her cheek to his shoulder, knowing he'd find a way to make it all right. He always did. "Do we have to stop?" she heard herself asking a moment later. It had felt so good. She didn't want to give that up now. He made a soft sound of surprise and she felt his flagging..thing..grow hard again against her side. One hand curled around it, tentatively stroking it like she had the night before. "I like that it makes you happy Daddy. I miss you being happy. And it feels really really good too." She was rewarded for her actions with his arms tightening and hips rocking, even as he chuckled a little into her ear. He lifted her up a little and turned her to face him.

"I suppose we can continue some things. But what we did last night, we should hold off on until we can get some protection Krysten." Dante was shocked himself by his answer. But the way she had asked, her reasons for it; it had touched him deep inside. She wanted him happy. It hit him harder as she looked up at him so trustingly that he had been so cold to her. So distant. He made a promise to himself to work to do better. And if this was a way to do it, then he'd use it.

"What..what else is there then?" she asked, in that perfect naivety that he adored about her. He covered her hand with his, guiding it to stroke at a slightly faster pace. "There is this. Using our hands and our mouths to please each other," he reminded. "Like I did last night." She flushed at the memory of him licking her slick folds. "And no, it's not nasty. It's perfectly natural. Go on and try it Krysten. Taste me," he coaxed, his other hand sliding into her wet hair and guiding her head down to his fully hard length. She resisted for a moment before his hand tightened in her hair. "You told me you would do whatever I told you to do Krysten...do I have to punish you?"

Krysten fought with herself for a moment. She hadn't ever liked punishments before. But last night's had been different. Biting her lip a little, she squirmed at the memory, debating what to do. Waiting just a little too long for her father's liking. His hand came down on her shapely rear, with no cloth to buffer it. The pain made her squeak in surprise, but her body seemed to heat up even more. "D...daddy.." She whispered his name, even as her head instantly dropped and she nuzzled along his length lightly. Sniffing at his scent, memorizing it. He grinned down at her and spanked again, coaxing her mouth to open with another cry and he slipped the tip of his length into her mouth. He didn't let her pull back, though spanked again and again, feeling her moans vibrating around him. She gradually took more and more as he spanked her, trying desperately to please him as well as to fulfill the ache to have him inside ..some part of her.

His hand in her hair started to pull her back up when she got to the point she couldn't take anymore on her own. "Suck and lick it..like it was a lollipop," he instructed, leaning back to let her do as told. Though he did spin her enough on him that he could still reach her reddened ass if he needed to. Noting with pleasure how wet and swollen her folds were, just from his hand striking her as he forced her to suck him off. A finger teased her entrance, then slid down to her clit, caressing it lightly, teasingly. Instantly, she sucked hard, moaning heavily around him as she tried to push back against his hand without losing any of the thick length in her mouth. She was a fast learner, eager to please him. The skill to make him weak in the knees would come with practice.

With a small grin, he started to match her with his finger. The tip of his finger just barely entered her when she had the head of his cock in her lips, and slowly slid deeper as she took more and more of him. Yet, as she could only take half of his length, she only got half of his finger before he stopped. Not quite enough to reach her sweet spot nor enough to send her over the edge by just being filled. Before long, he had her whimpering, her hips dancing as she sucked around him. Little soft pleas for more muffled as she didn't dare take him out of her mouth. The one time she had, his hand had pulled away completely and she had nearly cried at the loss.

Finally, Dante took mercy on her and he thrust his finger deeper, even as he adjusted the angle of her head and slid into her throat, easing his way in. She cried out, relaxing as that finger found that spot that seemed to cause lightening to course through her, allowing his length to sink deeper with little trouble. Before she knew it, her nose was brushing his sheath and he was groaning above her. "Breath through your nose babygirl. Now, start to move, and don't forget to suck and use your tongue." She couldn't quite get the sucking down, but she made up for it with her tongue, flicking the semi rough length of it over his cock, following the pulsing veins that stood out starkly in his arousal. A second finger joined the first inside her and she moaned in bliss, vibrating around him. He knew just what she wanted, just how fast she wanted his fingers to move. And he used that knowledge to encourage her to suck him how he liked. What she wasn't expecting was the feel of his tongue sliding over her tightest little hole.

Jerking her hips up and away, she lifted her head and gasped at the sensations and the conflicting emotions it raised inside her. That was nasty! She did...that...from that hole. Why was he licking it? But, it had felt good too. Maybe it was like when he had licked her mound last night. "Daddy?' she asked tentatively, her voice a little husky, thick with her need. But, he didn't answer right away, just pulled her hips back down and his tongue teased that hole again. His grip so tight she wasn't able to pull away. Any protests or questions stilled once again as he circled and lapped at the puckered hole, his fingers sliding inside her just the right way. In moments, she was turned to a shivering moaning mess atop him, so close to that pinnacle she could barely breath.

"Suck," he managed to get out, then firmed his tongue and pushed it to her tailhole, forcing the tight ring to part a little for him. He knew if he got her used to anal play, he could satisfy his urge to take her without worry for consequences. At least until she got on protection. So he worked his tongue a little deeper into her, fingers finding that rough wall inside her sex and rubbing gently, then firmly. Soon feeling her head lowering and her moans once more vibrating around him, tongue flicking deliciously along his barbs. He wasn't going to last much longer with the fact that her hips were now pushing back against the slow thrust of his tongue, trying to get it deeper. Just like her mother.

Within minutes, he was rewarded for his efforts with a tightening of her holes, and a muffled cry of pleasure. His face getting quite soaked in her juices as she actually squirted in her excitement. A fact that pleased him greatly. Lowering his head a little, he caught some of that sweetness on his tongue, then slid from clit to tailhole, again and again. Slowing down gradually to ease her back down, even as he bucked his hips and focused on his own pleasure. Remembering how good it had felt inside her, and how taboo it was to want his little girl like this. A moment or two after her, he was bucking up hard and his barbs were flaring out, pulsing with his orgasm as he started to cum, deep in her throat. She coughed a little, started to pull back, then pushed down and swallowed as best she could. Even still, some escaped her and spilled out over his sheath and sac and he made a note to train her to do better about that.

Once they were both calmed down some, he leaned back against the bath and let the water run over his face, cleaning some of her juices away. Opening his eyes a moment later to watch his daughter's reaction. He hadn't meant to finish in her mouth, but it had felt too good not to. Slowly, Krysten lifted her head, licking her lips clean as she stared down at his thing. The taste on her tongue one that had surprised her, but surprisingly enough, didn't disgust her. It was musky, a little salty, but not unappealing. Lapping at some on his fur before she sat up, she rolled it around in her mouth, getting a better idea of the flavor. Definitely better then she thought anything from that part of him would taste.

She started to lay her head back down, to take him back into her mouth since he hadn't told her to stop. But, she was stopped with his hands lifting her up and turning her to face him. Draping her down over his chest, he stroked her wet hair back, then tilted her chin up for a kiss. The shared taste of each other making his cock twitch, but he forced himself not to focus on that. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and kept her in against him as the shower beat down on their bodies. When he broke the kiss, it was just to tilt his head and nuzzle into her neck lightly. "Good girl. Daddy is so proud of you," he murmured, making her blink in surprise, then purr happily into his ear.

"Thank you Daddy. It felt really weird when you..licked me there." She paused before adding, "But I liked it too. Does that make me wrong?" She dropped her head to his chest, listening to that soothing beat of his heart and tried not to squirm and blush. Failing the last part miserably. Almost failing the first part as she realized that her tailhole felt oddly stretched and open, eager for something. She tried to ignore it, her tail draping down to hide it from the water that just made the feeling so much more intense.

Dante chuckled a little and he shook his head, watching her reaction with such pleasure. Hands moving along her back to her cute heart shaped little ass as he pressed her down against him. "No it doesn't. Play there can be quite pleasurable if done with enough care and preparation. In fact, some couples do it during a woman's heat to avoid getting pregnant." He had done it with Aurora for more then that, but he didn't tell her that. As it was, he was getting the reaction he had hoped for as she looked up and excitement shone in her eyes. "If you want, after our dinner party we can try more of that sort of play," he suggested. She hesitated, then nodded slowly. She liked the feel of him thrusting inside her too much to go without it. But, then the mention of a dinner party sunk in and her eyes opened wide.

"Did you have a party planned Daddy and I forgot it? I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened." She hastily apologized and tried to push away from him. Dinner parties were usually work parties and she had to have the house perfect, dinner made, and dessert ready. She had a lot of work to do to get ready and she'd have to start it now. But, his arms just tightened around her, preventing her from getting up and she looked down at him confused. Did he want to punish her now? Her already sore rear had her both apprehensive and anticipating the spanking she would get if he did. How odd that she liked it all of the sudden.

"No you didn't forget Krysten. I'm going to invite a friend over from work for dinner. And you will seduce him into taking you like I did last night. Just in case you are pregnant so there is a father to claim." He said it quietly, hating that he was asking her to do something so underhanded and sneaky. And essentially asking her to sleep with another man because he hadn't had enough will to resist her tempting form. He braced himself for her reaction. She had always been so obedient, but even she had to have limits, right?