Father, my father
Recker sat at the entrance to the tent she had been sleeping in. The tall trees towered above the small imp, her claws kneading absentmindedly next to her soft stomach. The canopy above was lush; branches clawing out at the dark skies, their leaves were mostly on the ground by this time of year. Silently, out of habit, Recker began to knead the leafy ground with her caws, watching the clouds as they tumbled over themselves in the air. She and her adopted father, though he seemed so much closer to a best friend sometimes, had gone out camping. It was to get away from it all. Both of them had been getting uneasy and stressed by all the loud noises and bustle of the city. Recker wasn't much of an outside dweller, though she loved it. there was just so much to do inside and she didn't enjoy being outside in the fresh air like she used to. And she was reminded why when a fat, cold raindrop dropped into her pink nose.
The imp jumped, bolting back and then shuddering, her black fur on end, her chest rising and falling as she sat, pent up, claws ripping into the tent's bottom. Her red eyes darted back and forth, her small wings curled on her back, ready to bolt her into the air if she needed to escape. Yet as she gazed at the blue fabric in front of her, almost black from the lack of light, she relaxed, her ears lifting from the flattened position and her puffy tail lowering slightly. Lifting a paw, she brushed at her nose, wrinkling it and peeking back outside of the tent. It had looked like rain for awhile, but she really didn't mind rain, or the cold. She just disliked being outside when it was raining. For though she liked the water, the cold water being poured down onto her left a bitter taste on her tongue.
The cobalt clouds, rolled in coal gray, roiled in the sky, rumbling gently but threateningly into the quivering trees. Adjusting her eyes to the darkness, Recker flicked her small tail, her paws running through her silky black fur and smoothing it as she watching the sky. The cool breeze ruffled her locks of fur, blowing through them and chilling her. Closing her eyes, she breathed softly, enjoying the sensation as she let the wind dance through her hair and tickle at the horns on her head. As she breathed softly, she heard the crackling hiss from up in the clouds, the space between the clouds lit bright with flashes of light that wove their way between the clouds. Swallowing softly, she trembled with excitement as another roar screamed from the clouds.
Thunderous roars grumbled from the snarling clouds, lightning wrapping around the gray masses and descending into the sky.
Though Recker liked the lightning, the loud sounds bothered her so she crawled back into the tent, snuggling in her sleeping bag. It was supposed to be warm, and comfortable. But the imp had a suspicion that they were meant for larger furrs. She herself was about the size of a bobcat, three feet long, maybe two and a half feet tall when she was on all fours. She was practically a large housecat, as her friends often teased her. Kalmar slept over in the other sleeping bag, curled up with the large fin on his head lying outside the bag on his pillow. As a squid, his colors changed, and the recent days, his body was a pale purple with blue specks coated over him. Recker though it looked pretty sexy, herself, especially with the blue and green sparkling pads on his body. If she stood up on her hind legs, as she rarely found a need to, he was about two feet taller than her. But she preferred padding on all fours, it was easier for her.
Digging deeper in the comfortable confines. the small imp closed her eyes and tried to drift off into sleep.
The wind howled, raking branches and moaning out like the crapping of a chalkboard. It was unnerving to the little imp as she clenched up, hearing the roaring, snarling thunder above, the sky briefly lit to life like fire as lightning hissed down from above. Quivering, she heard the creaking of branches from the wind. She wasn't scared of the sounds, but it made her paranoia shiver to life and made her fear that the tent would rip open or tear to pieces, leaving her in the dark. As another scream of thunder sides alongside a blistering screech of wind, Recker bolted from the sleeping bag, hovering over it.
She didn't want to wake Kalmar up, but she was spooked, and knew he'd want her to come to him if she was scared. Still, she didn't want to bother him and stood there, shuddering and breathing softly as she stared down at her father's head. Her fingers twitched and she frowned, reaching down but stopping herself. "Daddy?" She whispered softly, half hoping he wouldn't hear her.
Kalmar rolled over, opening his green eyes solely. "Mm, what is it?" Part of Recker's heart leapt as he spoke, the worry of her waking him vanished.
"I'm scared." She said softly, letting her words linger in the air. Kalmar looked at her, puzzled for a moment before he sat up, opening his arms for her. Carefully, the imp crawled into his arms, nuzzling his chest and clinging to him. His slick claws rubbed against her furry back as he held her tightly against his smooth body. Recker buried her head against his bluish chest muscles, whimpering softly as she heard another howling hiss from outside.
"Shhh, it's alright." His soft voice whispered in the darkness, kissing her forehead. Recker murred softly as Kalmar reached over her and grabbed a match. Her ears flattened on her head as she heard the flame flicker to life and her father gently pulled her off, stepping free from the sleeping bag. The imp curled in her father's warm bag as he sat down a few feet away and grabbed a candle, lighting it. The warm glow radiated from the wavering flame before Kalmar lit a few more, setting them on a wooden black to keep them steady. "There we are." he told her, standing and shaking the match until the little flame died, leaving nothing but a black stub. Recker looked up in the dull glow, gazing on her father as shadows danced around his lean figure. She blushed softly at him as he stretched, sitting next to the sleeping bag and chuckling. "You're going to have to scoot over if you want us both to fit in there.
Recker squirmed to one side, letting her father crawl in. She shivered as one of the slick tentacles on his back rubbed against her as he settled in, wrapping his long arms around her and nuzzling her furry face. Without thinking, she started purring, leaning up to rest her head against Kalmar's neck and her feet resting against his knees, hugging him back and rubbing her paws against his back. Her father returned the gesture, rubbing her back gently and rubbing his head against hers, squeezing her gently and sighing softly. As Recker purred, she felt something press against her stomach and giggled slightly, clinging tighter to her father.
"Daddy, that tickles." Her light giggling filled the air as a lone tentacle, normally wrapped around her father's arm, brushed from her belly button to her chest.
"Sorry." Kalmar said softly, closing his eyes as he felt his tentacle brush through the soft fur. "They have a mind of their own..." He heard his daughter gasp as the tentacle found its way along her thigh and wrapped around it, gently rubbing against her inner thigh. He felt her squirm slightly as her body tensed in his hold.
Another one of the tentacles on his arm wrapped around the other thigh, the tip rubbing gently up her torso, parting the fur and dancing around her sensitive skin with its tip. She heard Kalmar laugh slightly. Embarassed, she buried her head against her father and made a low mewl, nearly jumping as a third tentacle stroked her furry chest, making her murr. "Daddy, that's cheating." She breathed, clinging to him and trying to pull her les back together against the tentacles.
"Never said I play fair." He chuckled, looking down on his furry daughter as she arched in his arms, the candles glowing softly, casting little orange waves on the two as Recker sighed softly, trying to bite back a moan.
"Two can cheat." She huffed, reaching a paw up and hooking her father's neck, pressing her maw against his mouth. Kalmar froze as she did, almost seeming like he'd pull away. Shame and embarrassment flushed through the imp as she went to pull away, worried she stepped too far over the line before the smooth hand held her head to Kalmar's, holding her there longer as the two kissed. Recker's heart stuttered and she wrapped her other paw around the sleek neck, pressing up into the kiss and breathing softly into her father's mouth, her pink tongue rubbing against his teeth. The squid kissed her back, holding her head closer to him as his tentacles wrapped tighter around her, rubbing along her inner thighs and making her squirm. Recker halfway broke the kiss, a trail of saliva hanging from her tongue onto Kalamr's mouth as she moaned softly. "Daddy..."
"I'm here." He murmured softly, breathing and then taking her lips to his again, kissing her and rubbing his tongue against the roof of her mouth, making her shudder and bury her face into his, her lips hungrily seeking his as she kissed him back, one of her legs hitching around his. Kalmar's eyes closed as his other hand held the small of Recker's back, holding her still as the two tentacles around his daughter's legs rubbed against her, pressing slowly against her sex. He felt her stir in his arms, her paws gripping him tighter as the nails clenched at her father's neck, a low growl issuing from her maw. The slight pain made Kalmar groan, but his tentacles didn't mind, prodding at her lips and squirming in teasingly.
Blushing hotly, Recker pulled a paw away from her father's neck, tracing it down his stomach and hearing him huff softly until she reached the vent on his legs. Not to be outdone by the writhing appendages against her, she slipped two digits into the hot vent, stroking the nub of flesh protruding there. At last, she got what she wanted; a moan. Before she could continue her father's tentacles wrapped tighter, plunging into her virgin sex. The imp huffed and opened her mouth to moan but the soft, urgent lips were already against hers, drawing her tongue in and clouding her mind.
Recker arched her back against her father as Kalmar rolled within the sleeping back, hovering over his daughter and kissing her heatedly. Recker moaned beneath the kiss, wrapping both her hind legs behind her father's back as she stroked inside the hot vent with one hand, her other running across his neck, kneading the soft flesh.
The two tentacles twisted inside Kalmar's daughter's hot sex, pressing into the sensitive flesh, and rubbing up against the soft bump and making her spasm in his grasp. The tentacles dug into her, sliding in and out of her wet entrance as two other tentacles from his hands slid to her chest. Recker bucked into the tentacles, molding her furry body against her father's as she panted, her face flushed as their mouths parted, each of them moaning into the other as the tentacles groped the imp's breast, parting the fur to reveal her small, pink nipples.
Grinning, Kalmar stroked his daughter's cheek, covering one of her breasts with his mouth and sucking lightly, Recker squealed beneath her father, bucking into his tentacles and panting as they pushed and pulled at her insides, sliding their tips against the warm, damp flesh of her netherlips. Her paw rubbed harder in the vent, the head of her father's member sliding out of the vent and into her paws, preeing into the soft flesh between her pads, matting the fur. Rekcer's paw gripped at the length, her other paw clinging tightly to her father's neck as she felt the wily tentacles press farther into her until they presses against resistance. Recker squeaked softly, a tiny hiss escaping her lips as Kalmar and her kissed. But the tentacles did not breach the wall, instead retreating and rubbing against her sensitive spots again, her stomach archiving into the sleek muscles of her father's torso.
Kalmar panted as he hovered over her, sucking lightly on one of her furry breast, grazing the nipple with his teeth as he felt the damp paw tighten on him. He moaned slightly as he felt the fleshy pads dig into him, closing his eyes and running his tongue through her fur, making her clamp both legs around his knees, her mewling moans louder as he felt the sleek juices drip from the imp beneath him.
Light flickered over the two, sweat dripping from Kalmar's brow as he kissed Recker's jaw gently, her body trembling gently under his as her paw slid over his hard shaft, tracing over the strange veins and pointed head, her tail wrapping around his thigh and clenching as her little wings quivered under her. "I love you, daddy." She whispered breathlessly, her weak voice contrasting her bold grip and kisses she placed upon his neck.
"And I love you, my daughter." He breathed into her fur, slipping his tentacles, dripping, out of her and placing then gently around her waist, staining her black fur with the clear tint of her damp sex. She moaned, pressing her chest against his as the tentacles around her pulled her to her father, gently rubbing through her fur, making her arch and squirm to every touch to her sensitive skin. Both them relished in each other's presence longer, holding themselves to one another, hands and paws running over stomach's and thighs, tracing along muscles, both hungrily kissing and pressing into the other, wanting more. At last Kalmar's tentacles gently pulled his daughter away, letting him hear her uneven breaths and gasps as he rested a hand on either side of her head, his knees on either side of her thigh, his member twitching from between his legs.
No words needed to be said as Recker swallowed, squeezing her father's arm and looking up at her father with determined and loving scarlet eyes. He appraised them for a moment; this was his beloved daughter and he had seen her become so like him in many ways, yet more beautiful in her thoughts, his black rose. Careful, gentle, he reminded himself as his long, thin appendages held her carefully, pulling her hips from the ground and pulling her sweet flower to him. Kalmar closed his eyes as he felt the warm folds welcome him, leaning down to kiss his daughter. Her lips met his as he pulled himself to her, holding her tight as he pressed his hips into her. He heard her whimper as he pressed into her tight depths, the head of his length pressing against the fleshy resistance.
Opening his eyes again, the squid folded his arms behind his daughter's head, kissing her heatedly. She greeted him back with the same enthusiasm as her paws gripped his neck, kneading his back as their noses rubbed, leaning into one another and pulling at each other's soft lips. Both were in pure bliss, distracted as Kalmar bucked, stretching the skin and pressing his way into his imp. It took a moment but Recker howled out a moan, gripping him tighter as she felt him press in deeper than anything had ever been into her sensitive warmth. The walls tugged at the intrusion, her body quivering as she gently kissed her father's cheek, burying her head into the squid.
Having been with women many times, Kalmar closed his eyes, resting and arm on the ground and gently cradling his daughter's her against his shoulder with the other as his tentacles slithered over the fur, gently caressing her body. She was leaving the rest to him, she trusted him not to hurt her. As he felt the gentle kissing against the nape of his neck, the sucking against his sleek skin, he pushed himself deeper in, gritting his teeth and pressing father, hilting himself against her and feeling her tight walls clench around him. He rocked his hips into her gently until he felt sure she was alright, hearing her pant as her tongue fell from her maw, licking at his neck and back, wherever the soft appendage could reach at as she began to buck back at him, mewing softly, her paws gripping together, nails pressing into flesh. Kalmar moaned, nipping gently at his daughter's ears as he sped up, beckoning to her body, giving her all he could as he felt her stiffen, holding her tighter in place with the tentacles.
She moaned, louder than ever, music to his ears as he felt the wet warmth against him, greeting him, teasing him as he gasped a moan as well, it felt so good as it ran across the veins, pressing itself into grooves, coaxing him to release of himself as well. and he complied, gently pressing Recker into him, speeding up his thrusts as he felt himself tighten, needing to free himself as he pushed harder and harder, feeling the heat sear through his body, his seed freeing itself from its tight confines and into his daughter.
Recker howled out as she pressed herself into her father, feeling him lurch into her, the warmth making her scream and moan, whispering his name and huffing softly, the heat pressing deep within her, spreading throughout her small body and making her hold her father tight, breathing hotly as she felt the sweat run from her brow, the heat inside her body throbbing with a rhythm as it dripped out, making her whimper as she leaned up and kissed her father, his cheek, his jaw, his eye, anywhere she could as he breathed softly, grabbing her with a hand and rolling over, closing his eyes and pressing the furry body into his chest. Recker her arched her back against the tentacles, wincing as it pulled some of the length free, the absence making her buck back at her father, wanting the comfort back within her. She heard the moan beneath her and looked down, wrapping her thighs and legs against her father's hips, her paws against his shoulders. She nuzzled him, gently pushing herself into a sitting position on top of her father. He opened an eye and rolled his shoulders back as if he were going to follow her lead, but Recker pressed her padded paw into him, pressing him back as she leaned over, kissing him softly before straddling her father's waist, lifting her hips and pressing back down. She heard a soft growl escape the squid's lips and murred as she felt the erect length press up against her again.
Her breath was soft in the warm air and she heard, to her surprise, her father panting as well. Heat clenched in her chest at his acceptance of her and for the first time, she felt she could be brave as she lifted herself and pressed down, his member parting her further as she moaned. His hands gently gripped her furry hips as she established a pace, panting and digging her nails into his soft chest as she pushed, gently sliding her father in and out of her before she felt herself clam up again, unable to move as she whimpered. Feeling her freeze, Kalmar bucked himself up, the push enough to send his daughter over the edge again and lift her head to the air, her furry lips parting as she sighed softly, no moan coming this time as she surrendered to her father, her warmth greeting his own as both of them held each other's climax, warmth and heat echoing through them, fire filling veins as Recker wrapped her padded fingers through her father's, his hand squeezing hers gently. Recker panted, her chest rising and falling as she rested, sitting, on her father, whimpering gently and feeling the pleasure wrap through her, intense pleasure as she felt full, all the tears in her heart healed, all her hairs quivering along her pink skin.
Both eyes opened partially as she mewed softly, feeling the wet juices pool against their bodies, soaking her fur and sliding along Kalmar's click body. The pleasure vibrated within her body as she swayed weakly on her fathers'
Kalmar's hands gently grabbed his daughter's back as he moved to the side, a tentacle pulling his length free slowly as he brushed his finger's through his daughter's fur, kissing her forehead gently and wrapping his other arm around her, pressing her moist form to his, cuddling her to his chest as he closed his eyes.
As he laid there, he opened his eyes again as he heard her steady breathing, a smile coming to his face as the light danced over them, along the walls of the tent and along the sleeping bag he pulled over them. The howling outside had not died down, the rumbling cries of the cloud had not ceased, and the flashes of light continued to ravage the sky. But as he looked down at the calm, peaceful face of his sleeping daughter, he could not help but sigh softly. No matter where he was, it was heaven if his daughter was happy and safe alongside him.