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Krysten's Corruption Chapter 4

Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2013

Krysten stared at her father for a long moment, processing what he had said. She was sheltered, but not stupid. Sitting up a bit, she turned the shower head down, then sat on the edge of the tub as she debated what he had said. What he was suggesting she do. The earlier comment and guilt he had shared made it clear that what they had done wasn't accepted normally in society. And given what he had told her about being in heat, she was very likely to be pregnant. With her father's history of protecting her to the point of isolating her, she had very little contact with men, and almost none of it alone. So the suspicion would turn towards her father if she ended up pregnant. He would lose his job, his house, his reputation. And she would likely be taken away from him. That alone decided her.

Looking down at the black tom who was her entire world, she smiled a little. He looked so worried, so scared. But at the same time, his body was aroused again. He liked the idea of her with another it seemed. Though she wasn't sure how she herself felt about it, she knew she liked him being happy. And she didn't want to lose him. "Alright Daddy. What do you want me to do?" She said it quietly, but loud enough to hear. He stared at her for a moment, then a slow grin warmed his features and he was sitting up and hugging her close to him again. Then, he started to explain the plan to her.

Ten hours later, she stood in the kitchen making the dinner he had picked for them to serve to Rusty. She remembered him from past dinner parties. He was a younger man, handsome, funny, clever. And always seemed to give her a special smile that warmed her tummy a little. Not that she told her father that. The idea of it being him that would be the 'father' of whatever child she might be carrying made it easier to go through with this. He was handsome, young, sweet, and likely to make sure she wasn't unhappy with what they were about to do. That thought had kept her going throughout the day, cleaning, baking, preparing. Now all she had left to do was finish the fried chicken and set the table. He was already here, talking with Dante in his office.

She squirmed as she worked, feeling so odd without her panties to protect her modesty beneath her skirt. Dante had picked out one of her dresses she hadn't worn for a year or two. A size or two too small, it clung to her more womanly frame with obvious strain. The skirt two or three inches shorter than her usual, showing far more thigh then she ever had before. The heat had her nearly dripping, the thoughts of what was about to happen had her nipples hard and tail lifted. But, it was all for the purpose of tempting Rusty into risking his friendship with her father to get to her. She had seen the way he had stopped, stared, and sniffed the air when she had greeted him. The look on his face so similar to what her father's had been last night. A part of her had been terrified about it, but a bigger part thrilled at making a man want her. At being so beautiful that he'd risk so much to have her. She ignored the small voice inside her that said it was just because she was in heat.

Finishing up the chicken she was cooking, she smiled just a touch. She had apple pie waiting to go after the meal, but no ice cream like her daddy liked. That would be his reasoning for going out to the store. He had it planned out so nicely. But, then again, he always did. That thought had her giggling just a little as she carried the plate of chicken to the table, where the potato salad and green beans already waited. Such a comfort food meal, designed to make Rusty feel more at ease and comfortable around them. It only took her five minutes to set the table, complete with beers for the men and a glass of iced tea for herself. Once done, she went to knock on Dante's door.

Rusty sat across from Dante, a man he rarely saw in the office, but respected enough to seek out a friendship with him. The black feline had far more skill to manage the business then the younger man could ever hope to attain. Maybe it was also part of that stoic cold shell he had around himself, but Dante seemed to live a charmed life. At least professionally. So he sat there and made small talk with the man he was both intimidated by and genuinely respected. And did his best to ignore the scent that the house reeked of, and the oh so tempting picture that his daughter made.

Rusty had had a soft spot for the tiny cabbit for years. At first, it had been almost big brotherly. She needed some laughter in her life, someone who would give her a warm smile just for being her. But as she grew up, that feeling had changed. She had grown so beautiful, so alluring that he had to forcibly remind himself every time he was over that she was off limits. Almost every invitation over to this house had him trying to find the same qualities in so many other women for weeks afterward. Earning him a playboy heart breaker image in society. But he'd always been up front with those girls, always told them he wanted someone else he could never have. If they wanted to risk it, then it was their own fault. Maybe it was just the fact that Krysten was such forbidden fruit. Her father would never allow it, therefore, she was safe to pine after and yearn for. Of course, her being in heat right now made it near impossible to concentrate.

His thoughts and their small talk was interrupted by the soft light knock on the door. Dante's deep voice allowed entrance and Rusty helplessly turned to watch the petite beauty walk in. She stood so perfectly, hands folded in front of (which just helped to press her breasts together in such a tempting display) as she smiled softly at the two of them. Did he imagine that her smile at him was a touch warmer then usual? "I'm sorry to interrupt, but dinner is ready Father." She said it so quietly, her voice so pleasing and lyrical. He both loved and hated how meek she sounded. Being raised by a single mother and two older sisters helped in that. Even if the rational side knew it was just part of her personality. She couldn't help how she had been raised, and she was such a sweet quiet soul. Yeah, he had it bad.

Dante nodded in response to Krysten's comment, standing up and smiling at his beautiful daughter. It had been incredibly hard to resist her today, especially in the alluring, yet innocent outfit he had picked out for her. A quick glance at Rusty showed that he was having the same problems. He grinned a bit wider, then schooled his expression to his usual stoic one. "Coming Rusty? My daughter makes a lovely batch of fried chicken." He arched a brow slightly, waiting for the younger man to stand up. Noting the bulge in his co-worker's pants with a small surge of satisfaction and pride. Not quite as big as him, but still substantial.

Turning back to Krysten, he saw her looking as well and he turned her back towards the kitchen with a hand on her shoulder. "Come on Krysten. I'm starving." He rubbed his thumb along the bare fur above her collar, causing her to shiver and she looked up at him for a brief smile. Her tail lifted up, giving Rusty a great view of her full rear, the skirt swishing and sending her scent into the air more. A soft groan was the reward for her actions and she had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling. It was strangely intoxicating to tease the handsome man, as well as her father and she found herself relaxing just a little more.

Dante sat in his usual seat, while Krysten served him his food carefully. Bending over slightly to reach the green beans, just as Rusty passed behind her. He stopped, stared, then gripped the back of her chair. "Here Krys, let me get your chair for you," he found himself saying, pulling it out as she looked back at him with those wide green eyes. A happy little smile and a faint blush was his reward and he watched her sit into it, her perfume and natural scent teasing his nose even more. Fingers brushed through the long silk of her hair as he pushed her back in, then sat down himself. Reaching for the food, he tried hard not to focus on her and instead on her father.

The meal passed slowly, with awkwardness at first. But as Rusty drank his beer and enjoyed the well prepared food, he relaxed and started to be his usual charming self. And by the time he had had his fourth beer, he was openly staring at Krysten as she nibbled delicately on a chicken leg. Her eyes remained lowered, but a faint blush stained her cheeks and occasionally she would glance up at him, blushing harder when she did. All of this watched intently and happily by Dante. There was jealousy there, yes. But, quite a bit of arousal as well.

By the time the men finished eating, Krysten had long finished and merely sat there, listening to them talking, feeling Rusty's eyes on her more and more. She squirmed in her chair, so eager to touch her so wet folds, to feel that pleasure again, but she kept her hands in her lap, teasing the edge of her napkin instead. Finally, her father cleared his throat and smiled at his friend. "If my nose didn't fail me today, Krysten baked an apple pie for dessert today. Shall we?" Rusty perked up at the mention of the dessert and he nodded his head.

"She makes such delicious desserts and I've not had her apple pie yet." He piled his silverware and napkin onto his plate and she hurried to stand to get it. All of the sudden looking worried as she glanced at her father, then at the kitchen behind her. Rusty noticed it as she leaned down to get his plate. "What's wrong Kryssie? You look upset about something."

"Well, Father likes ice cream with his pie, from a particular store. But, I think we used it all up last week." She held the plate carefully, reaching for her own plate to put carefully atop it. Dante sighed in irritation, then narrowed his eyes at his daughter.

"If we were out, why wasn't it on the shopping list?" he asked, standing up and taking his own plate into the kitchen. Coming back out a moment later with his coat and shoes on. "Do you mind staying with her Rusty? I'm gonna go out and grab the ice cream. Her pie really is the best with this ice cream." He shook his head, then tilted Krysten's chin up to make her meet his gaze. "Behave yourself while I'm gone and listen to Mr. Benton like you would me, is that clear?" She nodded mutely, then took the plates into the kitchen as soon as he released her. Rusty watched all this, a little awed at how well he handled his daughter. His sisters at that age had been so rebellious, always partying, wearing as little as they could get away with. But Krysten was so pure in her naivety, her innocence.

It was only after he heard the front door close that he realized that Dante had left him alone. Alone with his sixteen year old daughter in heat. He groaned a bit and he instantly was at war with himself. Was Dante so oblivious as to not realize just what state Krysten was in? Or did he just not care? Or was this way of giving him his blessing? He mused all this over in his mind as he picked up dirty dishes and brought them into the kitchen, where Krysten stood at the sink, filling it up to wash the dishes she had used. He stared at her a long moment, torn between his libido and his loyalty to his co-worker.

Krysten felt him behind her, staring at her and she bit her lip. Daddy had said make sure he took her like Dante had the night before. Fucked was what Daddy had said, but that was a word he had told Krysten she wasn't ever to use. Ladies didn't curse after all. Ladies also didn't go panty-less and have a man who was just a step above stranger have sex with her while she was in heat. So she supposed fucked would work in this moment in time. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned her head and smiled at him just a little. Her innate shyness peeking through and she reached for the plates and bowls he held. Setting them aside, she stepped closer and bit her lip. How the blazes was she supposed to do this? Tilting her head up, she looked up into his handsome face and licked her lower lip, where she had bit without even thinking.

Rusty watched that small pink tongue slide over her lip and he gave in to his libido and the temptation that was her. He had wanted her for so long, since she had started to really develop curves. And for the first time ever, he was alone with her and she was so close to him. So he did the only thing he could do to preserve his sanity. Leaning down, he kissed her, a hand cupping her cheek and tilting her head. She squeaked a little from surprise, which he took advantage of and slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her mixed with the faint aftertaste of chicken. Pulling her closer to him, he molded her small curvy body to his taller one, letting her feel the hard painful length he had been contending with since he had arrived in this house.

Krysten's eyes slowly closed as she felt his body against hers, the scent of him hitting her with each breath she took in. He smelled so much better then she had expected. And it just fueled the fire inside her to higher heights. Her tongue tentatively danced with his, even as she slid her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself closer. She hadn't expected to want him as much as she was. But the cat could kiss. Her actions spurred him to push her back against the counter, lifting her up onto it easily and kissing her harder. His hands pushing her thighs apart, then sliding up under her skirt, claws gently teasing through her soft fur as he moaned low in her throat.

"So long. I've wanted you for so long Kryssie. Please say yes," he whispered, fingers teasing the top of her thighs. A part of him shocked that she wasn't wearing panties, but that part of him drowned out as the lower brain merely delighted in the easier access. And he really didn't care as she merely whispered a soft yes against his lips, pulling him back into another kiss. Her thighs spread wider of her own volition and she arched her back, trying to get the feel of his hard chest against her aching nipples again. In answer, he lifted one hand and undid the buttons on her shirt, then the front clasp of her bra to get to her breasts.

Through a daze, Krysten watched him step back and look her over, his brown eyes dark with arousal and need. She honestly couldn't believe that he had wanted her much past today. But she didn't care if it was true or not. It made her feel better about all of this. As his eyes lifted from her splayed legs to her breasts, she blushed a bit and had to fight to hide herself. Not that he gave her much of a chance, causing her to arch her back and mewl in pleasure as suddenly his mouth was around a nipple, sucking firmly. Teeth lightly scraped and she felt a rush of heat inside her, coiling in her belly and making her hands slide into his hair. Thick rough fingers soon sliding inside her and she cried out at the pleasure of being spread open around his fingers, her walls clenching and trying to draw him deeper.

"Please sir...I need it." She said it quietly into his ear and he lifted his head. Kissing her again, he pulled his fingers free, his other hand dropping to undo his pants. Though, when he broke the kiss, his brow was furrowed slightly and she wondered why. Wondering if she had done something wrong by asking for it. Daddy had seemed to like it last night. And this morning. Maybe he was different.

"Call me Rusty baby. Seems sort of stupid for you to keep being so formal given what we're doing," he murmured, just before his tongue slid out to clean his fingers. She blushed and nodded, watching him with wide eyes. Then she looked down and saw him free and hard, twitching just a little as he tasted her sweetness. Reaching down, she hesitantly encircled him with her fingers and tried to tug him closer.

"Please Rusty. I ache so bad. Please help me," she whispered, looking up at him from beneath her bangs. He cupped her cheek again, with the same hand he had used to test her readiness; letting her smell herself and how strong her scent was. Wriggling her hips, she moved to the edge of the counter and she leaned back just a touch. Giving him full access to her as she felt him moving in close. His eyes locked with hers, some strange emotion in them as he stepped between her thighs. Locking the look he had away in her memory to look over later. For now, she had to do as she had been told. And honestly, what she wanted.

Rusty leaned over her, nuzzling her cheek lightly as he pressed to her entrance, making sure she wasn't going to stop him. And feeling a momentary surge of guilt. But then she said his name again in that husky needy voice and he was lost once more in the need to be with her. Whispering her name back, he slowly thrust inside, feeling her spreading open. She was so tight, almost too tight and he realized he was likely her first. Incorrectly so, but he didn't know better. The thought of being her first had him thrusting harder, determined to make his mark. Everyone remembered their first time. And he wanted to make it the best he could.

Slowly, he filled her, not even thinking of the consequences of his actions as his hips pressed to hers and he savored the tight grip of her walls around him. The way her legs curled around him to pull him in close and she whimpered so beautifully into his ear. Conscious of the fact they had little time to truly enjoy each other, he pulled back, then started to thrust faster, harder. His eyes closed and he pulled her hips closer to him, feeling her response to him as he angled himself to grind against her clit with every thrust. The position they were in was slightly frustrating for them both as they couldn't get a full penetration without pulling her off the counter completely. So he solved the problem. Pulling out of her, he set her back down on her feet and turned her to face the sink. Bending her over, he kissed along a long cream colored ear, hands cupping her hips and kneading. "Put me back in," he murmured into her ear.

Krysten blushed brightly and reached down, fingers wrapping around him and stroking, feeling how wet he was from his brief sojourn inside her and moved him up and into position. Her hips backed against him and she shivered with anticipation. Something felt so right about this position and as he started to fill her, her hand dropped away and she arched her tail up higher against her back. Whimpering in need, she gripped the edge of the sink and wriggled her hips from side to side. It didn't even occur to her how wanton she was being. She burned and ached inside and knew he could make it go away. After a half a heartbeat, she felt his hands slid a little higher up on her hips and then he was slamming forward, filling her to full with a forceful thrust that rocked her against the counter. A cry of pleasure was pushed from her and she pressed back to try and get him as deep as Dante had been. It wasn't going to happen since Rusty was a couple inches shorter, but she was gonna try.

He loved how she wriggled and pushed back against him, so eager for him, so wet, and so tight. She felt sublime and he couldn't resist her silent demand anymore then he could stop breathing. Fingertips kneaded her hips and he started to thrust into her, pulling her shapely ass back to make each thrust harder, deeper. Bending down over her smaller frame, he moaned her name into her neck as he licked up along her pulse. Filling her as much as he was able, his sac swinging to hit her clit with each thrust. He really really hoped that Dante would hit traffic so he could really enjoy this moment with the lovely siren beneath him.

A small hand cupped his swinging orbs and he jerked in surprise and his eyes closed. "F-fuck Kryssie..just full of surprises," he managed to get out, his thrusts changing to avoid losing her hand there. She gave a breathless giggle and her fingers squeezed lightly, tugging on him each time he pulled back and massaging when he slid back inside her. Her wrist rubbing that tiny little pearl at the top of her folds just enough that she was getting closer and closer. And when his hands slid up to cup her breasts, she got even closer. Her head ducked and her mouth parted as those little whimpers and gasps of pleasure came faster and faster. She was so close... His barbs started to scrape along her folds and her body clenched, knowing what was about to happen. Pressing back and grinding her hips, she whimpered his name, needing that rush of soothing hot seed to fill her.

He was helpless to resist her as she sounded so sexy, so perfect that he couldn't hold back his impending orgasm. His full balls tightened in her grasp and he thrust hard and fast into her for a moment or two more. Then, with a cry that echoed in the house, he was pressing as deep as he could get, his entire length twitching, pulsing as he filled her with his seed. And she came just seconds after him, her cry mingling with his, her walls milking him even more as she ground her hips back. A small part of his mind marveled at her. She seemed just made for sex, so sensual and responsive to everything. But, then again, he couldn't be surprised. She was nearly perfect at everything else, so why not sex?

Rusty let himself enjoy the tight grip of her around him for a few more minutes, dropping feather light kisses along her neck and shoulder as he gentled his hands on her breasts. But, she seemed to be the voice of reason after that and her hips wriggled and she tried to push up underneath him. "Rusty...my father will be home soon." She glanced back at him, biting her lip a little. "I need to clean up still and cut the pie." She didn't say the unspoken thing of them not wanting Dante to catch her freshly fucked by his coworker. But he understood it and slowly, reluctantly pulled from her.

"Next time, we'll do this right Kryssie. And I'll get a decent taste of you," he promised, reaching for a paper towel to clean himself up, then her. She straightened up and blushed a little, ducking her head at the mention of a next time. "I plan on asking your father if I can see you more often. You didn't think this was a one time thing, did you?" She blushed brighter, much to his delight and lifted her head to stare at him, fingers pausing on the buttons of her shirt. He tucked a lock of her chestnut hair back behind her shoulder, then tilted her chin up and kissed her. The kiss he had been wanting to give her for a year now. "Your age doesn't bother me. I'm willing to wait until you're 18 if I have to." He meant it too. Now that he'd had her, he knew he wouldn't be happy with another.

Krysten was saved from responding to that by the sound of the front door opening and closing. She squeaked a little and pulled away, finishing straightening her clothes and then turning to start washing the dishes. Her eyes on her task and not on the feline behind her. He was making her feel all fluttery inside. All warm and special. But, what about Daddy? She couldn't leave him, right? She heard Rusty curse softly behind her, then grab a dish towel and started to dry the dishes she handed him.

Dante walked in a couple of minutes later, holding a container of ice cream. He had been watching the entire thing, having stowed the ice cream at a neighbors house with the pretense of surprising Krysten with it tonight. He was rock hard from the show, from seeing his little girl so sensual and needy beneath another man. But he took care not to show it as he set the ice cream down and looked at the two. The tenderness Rusty had shown Krysten hadn't been lost on him, but he would ignore it for now. Right now, he had to process the feelings seeing her with the orange tom had given him. After they had dessert and he got rid of Rusty. That first. Then reclaiming his Krysten. Then going over his feelings...

"So, how about that dessert now?" He said it brightly, acting oblivious to the tension between the two. One sighed with relief, the other blushed and squirmed. He knew that Rusty's all too important cum was sliding from his daughter, and it had to feel odd. But he forced himself not to think on that too much and instead directed Rusty back to the dining room then returned to help Krysten. As soon as he was alone with her, he pulled her against her, then bowed his head and kissed her firmly, roughly, letting her feel his hunger. And pleased to note how she melted into him, her hands resting against his chest. "We'll talk about what he wants later Krysten. Let's get rid of him first and enjoy the rest of our night, hmm?" She nodded slowly, then nuzzled his chest.

Together, they cut the pie, scooped the ice cream, and made up the coffee. Together they served it to Rusty and sat together. This time, Krysten joined in the conversation, both at Dante's prodding and Rusty's. The entire time, feeling that cum leaking from her, making her squirm and fight the urge to get distracted. Both men satisfied with themselves at her squirms, though one unaware of the others satisfaction. An hour later, Krysten stood beside her father as they bid the oblivious tomcat goodnight. Her heart beating with anticipation of being alone with her father again. As the door closed, he turned to her with a grin of triumph and desire.

"Come on Krysten, let's go to bed."