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It was a rare day indeed that Loor had the chance to sleep in, but whenever he did, he relished in that opportunity and made the most of it, sleeping long past the point that the morning sun tickled his cheek and tried to beckon him awake.

There were some things he couldn't sleep through, of course...and his daughter wasn't going to wait forever for him to wake up so she could present him with his special gift.

"Sometimes you just have to be patient, sweetie. Your father works very hard for our benefit...it's likely that he's needed this much rest for quite a long time."

Loor was a powerful and confident hunter, but when the season was slow and things looked their worst, he redoubled his efforts where others would often turn it in and call it a day.

His daughter, Lana, was taking well after her father's instructions, and staying by his side since she was young, she'd picked up on many of the skills that she'd need when she was finally ready to go out for hunts on her own: as it was then, she was likely ready to venture out on her own, and she was certainly old enough, but she preferred to be by her father's side, as if she was waiting for his blessing before making her own mark on the world.

For such a reason, she was straddling his lap, resting atop the covers and looking down at him, wondering how much longer he could possibly sleep when the warmth of her gracious womanhood was settled right against his groin.

"I still can't believe he's able to sleep through this ," Lana muttered, but she was trying to remember her mother's message of patience as she sat there, refusing to listen to the cry of her body; it practically demanded that she roll her hips and churn him awake with a more direct approach, but she knew how startling it was to be jarred awake so unexpectedly.

Then again...when Loor's eyes finally did blink open and take in the source of the perverted warmth in his lap, there was no helping his utterly shocked expression and widened eyes.

"...Latta...t-that's you, right?" he asked, noticing immediately that the woman in his lap looked like his loving wife, but there was a slightly younger shape to her face...and though his wife took great care of her body, there was a slimmer posture to Lana's shape that provided a sincere distinction between the two of them. "No, y-you... Lana?"

He reached up to rub his eyes, but he only had time enough to push some of the sleep from his tear ducts before his daughter grabbed his wrists and pulled his paws apart, beaming through the window that she'd created. "Good morning, father! At least...it's barely still morning. I was starting to think you'd sleep away the entirety of Patriarch's Day!"

A more primitive version of Father's Day with an emphasis on honoring the men who had fallen in combat, the men who had fathered the children of the tribe, and those men who showed great reverence to the women of the village, Patriarch's Day was a time wherein lucky fathers like Loor could rest and relax, with their bodies being tended to and cared for in the face of the brutal lives that they led.

Because of the savagery of day to day life for the cervine people, most of the men who were fortunate enough to celebrate Patriarch's Day spent the morning sleeping, the afternoon drinking, and the evening being tended to by the women that sought to show their appreciation...but Lana decided that their family, as unusual as it often was, didn't need to remain bound to the traditional schedule.

"I suppose I could have slept it off," Loor confessed, as he looked up at his daughter with an appreciative gaze: she was delighted to see him awake, and in the back of his mind, she was still just daddy's little girl, leaving him to believe that she'd just forgone her loincloth and binder in her haste to present him with a gift. "Well...thank you very much for the pleasant wake up call, Lana. I suppose you and your mother have been preparing something special for me?"

Standing in the corner of their quaint hut and smiling at her handsome mate and her beautiful daughter, Latta was simply delighted to be a part of the festivities, but it was Lana that was running the show.

"It's something very special," Lana confessed, squirming on his lap with her scarcely contained excitement; she was making it difficult for Loor to rest beneath her with any sense of purity, but he tried to ignore the vibrations that passed into his naked member, dulled only by the crude sheets between their bodies. "And this year, I...I think I'm finally ready to give it to you."

There was no dead giveaway in Latta's expression, even when Loor looked past his daughter and to his wife, instead. She just smiled the same as she had since he woke up, and as he turned his gaze back to his naked daughter, he began to wonder if her lack of clothing was a coincidence.

"So it's...s-something you've been working on for a long time, then?" he asked, trying not to ask the seemingly obvious questions. "That's really very sweet of you, Lana. The gods have honored me with a truly gracious and kindly daughter...but you needn't share any gift with me. The presence of my family is a gift enough, in this life."

He couldn't deny the subtle hint of lust in the corner of his daughter's grin, but at his sweeter words, Lana couldn't help her expression softening up. "The gift of family is a precious thing, isn't it?" she agreed, but there was a definitive rocking in her hips as she stayed right where she was, refusing to ignore the natural calls of her body any longer.

"It is, b-but...what expression of family is this, Lana?" he asked, and once more, he looked to his wife, only to see Latta resting a palm on her own breast.

It seemed a matter of posture, at first, but there was no denying it after just a moment or two: the older doe was cupping her own breast and delicately spinning her fingertips around a nipple, manipulating it to the sensual preview of what was to come.

"The same one that I've learned from years of seeing how well you treat my mother," Lana suggested. "A man like you is truly difficult to come by, father...a man that can care for every member of his family with every fiber of his being, showing love and dedication that few women will ever have the good fortune to know."

Her words were too pure to match the intent in her bodice, but there was no denying the growing burden of heat at her petals...and against Loor's scarcely covered member, a subtle moisture was trickling through the thin, aged sheets, taking away any chance for Lana to deny her intentions, or for Loor to ignore them any longer.

"You say I've shown you that kind of care-

"In earnest," she confirmed, letting her knees spread a little wider to force her petals on his stiffening member.

Loor wanted to pretend that his cock wasn't responding to the whims of his own daughter, but having been stirred awake by a warm and eager presence in his lap, there were reactions that he couldn't entirely stop; his efforts to slow them weren't doing any good, either.

"Then...w-why are you doing this to me?" he asked, having realized that Latta was in on the plan, though to what extent, he didn't know. "This isn't the kind of care that I've shown to you, is it?"

"You really haven't noticed how much closer I've stood to you on our recent hunts together?" Lana asked, her voice shifting with a twinge of pain. "How I've been so distracted with your presence that I've hardly even noticed what we've been trying to take down?"

It only took a moment's recollection for Loor to know that she was telling the truth, but some part of him felt an obligation to try and steer her away from what she was about to do, as if that would be his last duty to her as a father...

...Failing that duty, he knew that their relationship would be forever changed, and even if she was ready for that, he wasn't sure that he was.

"Your distractions could have been for any number of reasons," Loor tried once more to push her suggestions away, but his mind was struggling to keep him distracted from the way that her petals were soaking right through the sheets anymore. "As for being close to me, I...thought maybe you we-

"You know that I stand as far from you as I'm comfortable when we're in the field," Lana reminded him, as if she knew what her father was going to try and claim. "I always feel safe when I'm near you: standing with my backside against your hips as I was seemed that it should have been a clue enough."

He hadn't told Latta about that incident, but Loor was such a dedicated hunter that he thought his daughter's touch upon his bodice really was an accident.

At most, he would have considered it her being playful, but he didn't put the pieces together until he woke up to see her body, primed and ready to be taken by the only male that she deemed worthy to penetrate her.

"Lana...I...I've long dreamed of the day that you would present a male to your mother and I as the man of your affections," he admitted. In their tribe, the females were typically the aggressors, and when they sought a male, he was subject just as much to the approval of the mother as they were to the father, if not more so. "Can you honestly tell me that your mother would approve such an arrangement as this?"

"She hasn't stopped us yet, has she?" Lana pointed out, and with a turn, she looked back to her mother for momentary approval; Latta nodded so eagerly that Loor immediately knew he was out of options. "I don't think she has any issue with this arrangement...in fact, I imagine she agrees that you are the only male in the whole village that's worthy to breed me..."

Loor's throat sunk into his chest, and the whole arrangement crashed into the pit of his stomach. "B-breed? Breed you? You're in heat?!"

The scent should have been a giveaway enough, but Loor's attempted purity kept him from acknowledging certain realities of the situation until they were literally spelled out for him.

"You know, mother told me that you would know it when you touched me, but...maybe the sheet is the problem?" she wondered aloud, never having shared this much of herself with a man before. "I can always move it, if that's..."

"Yes, that's necessary," Loor allowed his lust to break through for just a moment, as if there was a blend between his fatherly instinct to guide his daughter, and the natural lust that came from a young, beautiful female presenting herself for him to breed. "I mean n-no, no! Lana, if...if you do that...if you start this...I don't know that I'll be able to stop myself any longer..."

Making it as far as he had without cracking was an admirable point, given the wiles of the needy woman above him, but the longer he rested there and looked up at the tall, beautiful creature that she'd become, the more Loor couldn't deny that she had flowered into her own person.

She'd been so close to him all along that he hadn't noticed it until she changed the entire light that he saw her in, and in the golden spring of the morning sun, he was seeing his daughter anew, not just as the pride of his life, but as the next member of a pack that was sure to grow from there.

"That's the idea, father...mother said that you would be resilient, but I never gathered that your faith to her would be this unshakeable."

Latta narrowed her eyes on her husband and smirked, finally allowing her influence to become properly known. "As I mentioned, his loyalty to a partner is nearly faultless, but...with my blessing, there's no doubt in my mind that he'll guide you through the bliss of your ascension to womanhood."

Stepping away from the edge of the hut and moving in closer, Latta completely blew what was left of Loor's old understanding out the nearest window, capturing her daughter's cheek and turning her expression away to meet her with a passionate, eager kiss: if they were going to share a lover, it only made sense to her that they share a bond of pleasure with each other, but this maiden voyage was hers to watch, as close or as far as she so desired.

"...I know that you two kissing like that shouldn't afflict me like this," Loor whispered, sucking in a gasp and wishing that he could resist the painful throb of his grown erection, "But...that alone would be the greatest gift I've ever received on Patriarch's Day."

Lana was caught off guard by her mother's affectionate exchange, but as she did her best to meet with Latta's muzzle, she kept an eye turned to her father...and finally, the emergence of his cock, as he shifted the sheets down enough for his length to spring upright for her.

"I don't....mnn..._goodness, mother..._I d-don't suppose you'll object to me doing it more often, then?" she asked, feeling that Latta held just as important a role in her sexual discovery as her father did. "I never knew what a thrill it could be to feel the lips of another on my own, but I...I can't deny that I quite like it..."

"You should really try kissing your father, then," Latta encouraged. "If you thought my lips were delicious, I promise his will shame the nectar of every flower in the meadow..."

That her mother was such a kind and caring soul was going to pay dividends in Lana's sexual development: the younger doe was concerned with her performance, thinking that she might have been letting her father down with her approach.

She didn't realize how far that was from the truth, and Latta was already shooting a telling glare at her husband, letting him know that the time to try and resist his daughter's wiles had long since passed...that there was a greater destiny for him to latch onto, once he was beyond the concerns of his old-fashioned notions.

"M...may I do that, father?" Lana asked, turning from her mother and looking to the small, pinned buck with a fresh warmth in her cheeks. "Mother and I talked about you being the perfect mate for me, but she didn't say that I'd be allowed to do something so intimate..."

Loor cocked a brow. "I think we need to redefine what you consider a proper form of intimacy," he mentioned, returning the look to Latta and wondering what kind of discussions were had behind his back. "You're already on the verge of having me inside of you, and you're worried about a simple kiss?"

"Is that wrong?"

She was a capable hunter, a brilliant mind, a tall, athletic prowess and a young beauty...but a sexual deviant, Lana was not.

"No, it...it just means that we have a lot of ground to cover," Loor suggested. "Perhaps we should kill two birds with one stone, then...one may help with the other, at the very least."

Her natural moisture was plentiful enough, but with the sheets pulled aside and her petals kissing against the stiffened base of his cock, Lana revealed her virginity by the sheer pressure she could apply without a single act of penetration: Loor could already tell that the tip of his length would be breaking a seal that it was never intended to...but as far as Lana and Latta were concerned, there was no one more qualified, nor more deserving to fulfill that role.

"What exactly are you suggesting, father?"

"If...if you're going to change this paradigm between us, please...call me Loor," he told her, his lower lip trembling to give her such permission; she was just as quick to gasp at the right that she'd been given.

She'd never considered calling him by his first title.

"Second, if you're sure that I'm the one that you're after-

"I am, fa...I...I mean... Loor..."

Her lips tingled anew with the weight of that name, and her tongue carried that quiver all the way back into her maw as a powerful, nervous smile stole her lips.

"Kiss me as a lover first," he instructed her, wanting to show her more care than any other woman he'd ever had the pleasure of bedding. "And let our bodies kiss in the same way...trust yours and follow it forward, the same way you've followed it to this very spot."

There were harsher words that Loor could have used to describe the act, but speaking in such a way in front of his own daughter didn't feel right, even when he was the one encouraging her to loosen the shackles of their previous connection.

He only hoped that her instincts would guide her to the same, powerful words that her mother had used before her in the throes of passion, when the time was right...but the first meeting of their lips took precedence when Lana rolled forward in her father's lap, letting the delicate, glistening petals of her womanhood press along the underside of his shaft, bending it back toward him.

In such a small hut, there were few chances for Lana to privately explore the sanctity of her womanhood, or to discover what method worked best for her to unlock the mysteries of sensual pleasure that were waiting within.

"This...t-this is a feeling beyond words, isn't it?" Lana tried to find the poetic truths that people seemed so quick to discover when they were making love for the first time, but as the tip of her father's member spread her folds apart and gave even the slightest press against her natural resistance, she gasped and reached out for purchase: it was her mother's paw to caught her own, helping to slow and guide her pace. "A sensation that...c-can't be had any other way...no wonder Mother is always so primitive in the way she praises you..."

Even hearing that, Loor was flustered beyond words.

There was no doubt that Lana would have heard them making love from time to time in the small hut, but they truly did their best to keep those activities quiet, at the very least...but Loor's hips were too talented for their own good, and Latta's praises knew no bounds when her impressive lover was giving it all he had.

"Sometimes, the primitive way of doing things is the best way," Loor suggested, as he watched Lana descend upon him further and further, her petals keeping his tip captured in their subtle kiss. "The legends say that our ancestors didn't concern themselves with familial lines when picking mates...you must have done your research, Lana."

"I could think of no better way to show my gratitude for Patriarch's Day," she agreed, but they were beyond research and ancestral homage, then.

They were past the point of no return, and Lana sealed their new pact with the delicate press of her bosom to her father's chest, and the soft, feathering weight of her lips against his own...but it was Loor himself who adjusted his hips just enough to penetrate her tight, tender delight for the very first time, moving with the slowest gait his body had ever known.

Latta intertwined her fingers with her daughter and stayed by her side, whispering just what her little girl, now a grown woman, needed to hear in the tense, dramatic moment.

"You're doing wonderful, my darling...show your father that it's not just his worth that matters, Lana. Prove yourself worthy of him , as well..."

When they were in the field, Lana did everything she could to prove her worth as a hunter. In the hut, she took care of whatever chores she could get her paws on, and when it came time to visit the village square, she took the point of the traveling party, revealing how much she'd matured and grown into her own person.

That very person was taking every inch of her father's impressive flesh, soaking it with the first, gracious helping of her natural arousal and proving, both in action and in presence, that she was every bit the worthy candidate to be the mother of his next child.

"Slowly now, Loor...she's wonderfully tight, I'm sure, but if you break the poor girl on her first ride..."

Her words trailed with the weight of their caution, but Loor was listening all the while, dragging out the first act of penetration to a _painfully_slow process...but within it, Lana made herself familiar with every inch of her father's cock, embracing it internally from base to tip and holding it every bit as tightly as she held her mother's paw.

Though one clench was blissful and one was unpleasant, both parents were playing their necessary part in helping Lana blossom into the woman she wanted to become: her response and thanks were to release her mother's paw and grip the chiseled weight of her father's shoulder, instead, as she leaned forward in his lap and pushed back against him for the very first time.

That their lips were able to stay so close the entire time was a credit to just how connected they were in their previous relationship...but the eager, rolling press of Loor's muzzle against Lana's own revealed that he'd accepted her desires to be more to him than his only child.

A second, but entirely capable lover had come into the fold, and Latta was watching eagerly, her paws roaming the tender flesh of her own body as she watched her husband working with such familiar care and passion on another woman.

"That's it, Lana...a little faster when you can...let your father know just how wonderful he feels inside of you!" she cheered, treating the act as though it was a greater success than any hunt they'd ever presented to her upon their return. "Moan for him without restraint...r-ride him with all the intensity that you can muster!"

Loor would have been happy with a homecooked meal and some bedrest for Patriarch's Day, but the gift in his lap was setting a new bar with every roll of her hips and every press of her lips, bringing him further and further down the road of ecstasy. Lana was keeping pace with him throughout, and even when her thighs began to quiver around his hips, an alchemic combination of duty to her father, desire for her mate, and determination for her own pleasure kept her from slowing down.

It couldn't keep her lips from quivering, however, as they broke from Loor's delicious flesh.

"Fa...I...I mean Loor...I'm...I think I'm gonna-

"Don't think," he cautioned her, letting his arms wrap around the small of her back for the first time, ensuring that she would stay in his lap as his pace increased. "Settle in...do whatever you need to do to relax, Lana...and let your body do whatever it will."

It was the same caution he gave to Latta the first time that they made love, and it worked the same wonders for daughter as it did for mother: a trembling bodice continued to shake in Loor's lap, and a quivering passage left his member soaked with an even greater helping of arousal as he pumped at her with even greater sincerity than before.

She knew it wasn't the same intensity that Latta could take, but in that moment, Lana felt herself reaching into a new echelon of sensations, and just as her father instructed, she refused to fight against the strange, involuntary shuddering of inner muscles: they knew exactly what they wanted, and the seed that they needed was quick to follow, as Loor captured the stare of the newest member of his harem.

"Is this...t-this right, father?" she asked, unable to forget the original connection that they shared, even when she was wincing with the pleasurable gravity of her climax. "Is it...g-good...?"

Warm, virile cum eased from the tip of his length, at first, before the heavier bursts of his own orgasm filled her vaginal passage and soaked the entirety of her womb with a shocking, unexpected flood.

Lana knew it was coming...but no education could prepare her for the genuine sensation and thrill of being filled to the brim by the man of her dreams.

"So much b-better than that," Loor moaned through every word of his assurance, feeling the weight of her stare on his eyes and the weight of Latta's gaze on his shoulder. "It was incredible...b-but...would you like some more pointers from your mother, Lana?"

She was quick to adjust to her new role as a member of the pack, beaming at the suggestion. "You two are gonna let me watch?"

Patriarch's Day was just starting, after all...and Latta still had another gift to give her husband.