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Krysten's Corruption Chapter 6 Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2016

Krysten was left alone the next day, though for the first time in two days, it was back to a semi normal routine. Dante had gotten up late, showered and dressed, and hurried out the door with nothing more then a chaste kiss to the top of her head. Which left her to find comfort and distraction in the mundane tasks of her every day life. But, by lunch time, she was squirmy, needy, and desperately wanting to touch herself. But, she remembered that the last time she had done that by herself, she had been taken painfully. There was a small part of her that whispered that Dante wouldn't be home until almost dinner. That he'd never know.

She was a good girl though and she ignored that part of her. He hadn't said she could and so she didn't. So instead, she focused on her school work, desperately trying to gain something from the dry passages she was reading about medieval history. Her term paper was on the subject and while a week ago she had found it fascinating; now all she could focus on was her body and the newly discovered pleasures it had experienced. Eventually though, she managed to lose herself in it, even managing to take some notes for her paper.

She was so caught up in her work and her drive to not focus on anything else that time flew away from her. Dante arrived home, with her still sitting at the kitchen table, the books spread out in front of her and the dinner still needing to be started. He arched a brow, both at her ability to actually try to work on school, as well as the thick scent of her heat. He wasn't too upset about dinner. She had done so magnificently the day before that he was willing to give her a day off. He had pizza in his other hand as a matter of fact. A rare treat for her since he preferred her cooking to just about anything else. "Krysten?" he called out, watching as she jumped up and glanced at the clock, suddenly scared.

She stood hurriedly, barely sparing a glance towards him as she gathered her books together. He noticed the wet spot on the back of her dress and the way her scent just got all the stronger and he was suddenly very very glad for the bag in his other hand. "I'm sorry father. I got caught up with my school work. I'll have dinner started in a moment if you'd please be patient." She turned then, books clutched to her aching breasts and looked at him fully for the first time. She took in the sight of him, a bemused smile on his handsome face, a large box of pizza balanced on one hand, a nondescript white bag in his hand that held his briefcase. He actually chuckled at the look of confusion on her beautiful face.

"Don't worry about dinner. I thought you deserved a treat. And now that I see that even now, you're doing what you're supposed to, that treat is doubly earned. Go put your books up and meet me in my study Krysten." She nodded mutely at his order and hurried past him. He breathed deeply of her scent as she passed, then headed to his office, eager to get rid of his handfuls of things so he could readjust himself. He had been hard as soon as he had smelled her. And her innocent submission hadn't helped.

Setting the pizza down on top of his desk, he sat down and opened up the drawer where he kept his picture of Aurora. Only it wasn't the type that he usually had sitting on his desk. The beautiful white rabbit was displayed in a way that her daughter had never seen. His wife, on her knees, wrists tied to her ankles, nipple clamps torturing her beautiful pink nipples, a thick ball gag in her pretty muzzle. And to top it all off, she had cum pouring out of her, far more then one man could deliver, staining the hint of the butt plug she wore beneath her cotton ball tail. He set it atop the pizza, stroking a finger down the front of his wife's front. His heart ached still for her. He missed her terribly. And until two days ago, this picture had been all he needed to satisfy those male urges.

"Baby, you'd be so proud of her. She's your daughter, your beauty, your grace, your spirit. I look at her and I can't help but see you," he breathed, even as he reached with his free hand into that white bag. He had spent his lunch break getting this stuff. And had been assured that in a day or two, she'd be completely safe. As long as he gave it to her as quickly as possible. "I won't hurt her. But I think she's ready to embrace life the way you did. The way you taught me to." He stroked his fingertip along the picture of his wife's cheek, then slid the picture away, just as Krysten came into the room.

She stood there, hands clasped behind her back, head dipped down just a little and ears splayed subserviently. And it dawned on him that he had already been training her all these years. She already acted like a good little sub, she just didn't know it. "Come here Krysten. And take off your dress. I need to give you something to make it safe for you." He held the bottle in one hand, the injection needle in the other. His old circle had pointed him to the man who had provided this. An experimental drug that would keep all the need of a heat, without any of the danger of pregnancy. Though the man had been sure to warn him that if she was already pregnant, then this wouldn't stop that. He hoped for her sake she wasn't.

Dante measured out the first dose, watching from the corner of his eye as Krysten stepped closer, hesitated, then started to strip. "Good girl. Now, this is something daddy found that will help make it so that if we do play during your heat cycle, the same dangers won't be there. I'm reluctant to use it, but the past two days have proved how hard it is to resist your scent. And the last thing you or I want is for you to end up pregnant. What we did last night only satisfies one of our needs... and it isn't yours. That isn't fair to you sweetheart." He explained it all frankly, calmly. Despite the fact that her slowly bared body was getting to him and he ached to just throw her over his desk and fuck her senseless. But there would be time for that later.

Krysten was a little shocked that he was talking to her like he was. Very rarely did he explain things unless she asked for that explanation. And here he was, not only admitting a weakness, but trying to keep her from being miserable. She had fully been expecting more of the same play they had done last night. Even if it didn't satisfy the burning need inside her that much. Once she was naked, she stood there, waiting, watching him curiously. "Where does it need to go Daddy?" The last time she had had a shot, it had gone into her arm. So why did she have to strip down to nothing? Not that it hadn't felt so very good to get out of her confining and chafing clothing.

Dante chuckled again, then coaxed her to bend over his lap, her pert, spankable rear lifted up for his enjoyment. "As close as we can get to your womb," he told her. "Two shots a day throughout your heat. By tomorrow evening, things should be safe." He didn't give her anymore warning then that, sliding the needle into her right ass cheek and injecting the medicine into her. She yelped at the sudden pain, but knew enough not to clench or squirm. It was over in a manner of seconds and he murmured his praise as he pulled the needle back and capped it. "Good girl. You took that remarkably well." He rubbed the spot he had just violated with the needle, soothing the ache away, even as his other hand moved to rest between her legs. "And you have surprised me pleasantly today. Not only did you do your usual chores, you even did your school work. I fully expected you to be in bed all day, playing with your pretty pussy until you couldn't think straight." His fingers sliding just barely through her folds, feeling how hot and swollen they were, how needy she was.

"You..you didn't say I could Daddy," she pointed out, her voice thick with emotion. Afraid that she would get punished for something. Usually she was only like this when she had done something wrong. Though never before had he teased her privates like he was, nor was she fully naked. "I wanted to. But you said that good girls don't touch themselves. And you told me every other time to when we um... did stuff together. And you never said I could this morning. So I didn't. And you didn't say I didn't have to do my chores." It all gushed form her, even as her hips pushed back towards his fingers unbidden. Needing a deeper, harder touch from her father. But afraid even now to ask for it.

His head tilted as he thought about her words, his finger pulling back to suck her juices off it slowly. She heard him sucking, but made no move to look, though her ears flicked back and her cheeks flushed with bright color. "That's true, I didn't. But, that doesn't change the fact that I am still very proud of you Krysten. Not just of how you acted today, but yesterday as well. You've behaved yourself admirably and done everything asked of you without hesitation." He rubbed along her lower back, then lifted her back up and onto her feet. "After your heat is over, you and I shall sit down and talk about how things are going to change. But for now, the next few days are going to be all about you. I've taken the rest of the week off of work so you won't be alone in the house by yourself." He brushed her hair back, seeing her eyes light up at the idea of a whole week with him.

"Really Daddy?" She was so delighted that she threw her arms around him, uncaring to her nudity as she hugged him happily. His arms slid around her waist, and he lifted her up and onto his lap, this time straddling it.

"Yes really sweetheart. But right now, I need to help you with your heat. The scent is driving me crazy and If I don't do something soon..." He trailed off, his fingers once more delving between her legs. This time, there wasn't any of the teasing of before. This time, his fingers pushed into her tight sex, slowly filling her as his head dipped down to nuzzle into her bared breasts. "See the white bag Krysten? Inside is a box. Grab one of the packets inside and open it." She was a mewling, squirming mess on his fingers as soon as he had pushed past her folds. But still, she reached for the box of condoms and retrieved one.

Under his guidance, she opened it and then moved back and undid his pants. She was walked through how to pull him out without hurting him, then sheathed in the condom, though he hated the feel of the latex sliding down around him. Even if it was her small hand coaxing it down. Once she had him securely sheathed in the protection, he lifted her up and laid her back on his desk, spreading her legs open. His thumbs found her folds, spreading them open as he lifted his gaze from her bared sex to her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you Krysten?"

She went bright red as soon as he lifted her. Even brighter when he spread her like that and she felt the cool air on her sensitive and needy sex. But his words, those had her squeaking and shrinking a little into herself. And yet a rush of liquid heat bathed his fingers. She nodded slowly, but he made no move to get closer. "Let me hear it Krysten. Tell me what you want." His words were huskier, his eyes darker and she knew somehow that he was holding back through sheer will alone. So, she gave him what he wanted. As much as every inch of the good, proper woman inside her fought against it.

"Please Daddy, f-f-fuck me. F-fuck your little girl," she breathed. Then, when he flicked his ears forward and tilted his head, she said it again, louder. "Fuck me Daddy. I..I need your ...thing. Um..cock inside me." At his rewarding smile, she smiled back. But then he was thrusting inside her, spreading her open and making her smile turn to an look of surprised pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she seemed to just cum around him right then and there. A night of need, followed by a day of torture had left her on a razor thin edge. His fingers and words had only pushed her closer. And the fact that she had been made to beg just made it all the keener. Now, she was lost in the bliss of that pleasure she had just discovered and he was bending over her, teeth on her neck, hips thrusting against hers.

Dante marveled at how hot she felt, even through the latex of the condom. And when she started to milk him before he got even halfway inside her, he realized that she had been far needier then she had let on. Or she was just that sexual, that responsive to him. Both were likely, and he had a feeling that he would be exploring the latter in a week or so. For now, he gave her what her body was craving. His teeth found the curve where neck met shoulder and he bit her, feeling her body tighten even more around him at the primal bite. He didn't bother to use finesse to fuck her. He just took her hard and fast, the desk providing a delicious counter to his thrusts. He wouldn't be able to cum inside her yet, but he could give her body the hard fucking it wanted and hopefully take the edge off of her heat. Because if he couldn't, they would both go insane by the end of the week.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, even with the sensation blocking of the condom. Not with how she moved beneath him, her hands grabbing at him, legs curling around his waist as she lost herself in the pleasure, or her scent teasing his nose, her cries echoing in his ears. A small part of himself was grateful she didn't have much experience to know. Not yet at least. So, he drove himself as deep as he could, taking his daughter hard and fast. And when she came around him a second time, he was right there with her, pressing as deep as he could, filling the condom with his seed instead of her.

Carefully, he pulled back, smiling just a touch at the whimper as he did so. Sliding the condom off, he tied it, then dropped it into the trashcan beside his desk. "Good girl. Feel any better?" he asked, his voice a little raw and husky. She whimpered again, sliding off the desk and onto the floor at his feet. Which worked out just fine for him. Sliding a hand into her hair, he guided her towards his cock, still mostly hard, covered in his own cum. "Lick me clean Krysten. But gently. I'm still sensitive."

Krysten stared at him, hesitating. She was still a little dazed from the fast, hard joining on his desk, her sex pulsing with need, but the burning fading a little. And now he was asking her to lick him clean. She remembered how good he had tasted yesterday, but that had been before he had spurted. Now he wanted her to do it after? But, when his expression firmed and his fingers tangled in her hair, she leaned forward and obediently started to lick him clean. She could taste the latex on him and her nose wrinkled. But the taste of his salty seed was stronger and she lapped at that eagerly. He had to pull her away after a moment, reminding her in a soft voice, "Gently Krysten." She whined, but tempered her eagerness, her tongue cleaning him with feather soft strokes. Watching his face the entire time.

He looked pleased, relaxed, contented even. Which just firmed her decision to do whatever she could to keep him like that. Her hands slid up along his thighs and she bent her full attention to cleaning him. Pleased to taste only him now, his length staying mostly firm. She even dared after a moment or two to suck him into her mouth and flick her tongue along the head, tracing each barb. He jerked in shock, but then his fingers were caressing along her ears. "That's my beautiful little girl," he purred, watching her as she pleasured him even more, by her own choice now. She looked up at him, those needy green eyes still managing to look so innocent as she worked to pleasure him. And far faster then he would have guessed, she coaxed him back to full hardness.

Before long, he was taking full strokes into her hungry mouth, moaning with pleasure as he savored the way she pleasured him. She was still a novice, but she had learned something since that first time in the shower and it showed. Her tongue swirled and teased, tracing the length of him to find those sensitive spots. And when she found them, she focused on them for a moment or two before returning to exploring. He still couldn't get deeper into her mouth then halfway, but the feel of her throat kissing the tip of his length and her soft occasional gags on his sensitive length made up for it for now. "Soon, I shall teach you to take all of me," he murmured, watching that delightful blush stain her cheeks once more. And then, to his surprise, she started to push forward more, trying to take more and more of him. "Careful Krysten," he breathed, his cock twitching against her tongue.

She pulled back then, panting softly to try and catch her breath. He let her, though his hand remained tangled in her hair. "I did it before Daddy. I... I want to do it again. I want to be a good girl," she pointed out. His eyes widened, then warmed, turning to a molten silver that made her shiver and her pulse race. He pulled her back towards him, slowly sinking back into the depths of her mouth once more. And to his delight, her hands slid up to his ass, kneading the firm muscles there and giving him full control.

"Then swallow when I push against your throat. Tilt your chin up more as well." He guided her into a better position with his free hand, then pushed forward. She swallowed a little too late, causing her to gag around him, tears welling up in her eyes. He stroked along her cheek, pulling back to let her recover, then pushed forward again. "It's alright darling. Try again. Just like everything else, you have to practice it." She nodded a bit, then tried again, managing to get another inch or two of his impressive length into her mouth. Oh yes, practice indeed. He couldn't try and deny that he wouldn't love every bit of their practice either. Even with the way she gagged again around him, her throat rippling and convulsing around his cockhead. He stroked one long ear, not pulling back this time, simply savoring the pleasure. "It's alright, just breathe darling," he crooned, soothing her back into a slightly less panicked state.

He coaxed her into taking another inch of him, until she had almost three quarters of his length in her mouth and throat. He left it at that, since she tended to gag and choke when he tried to press deeper in this position. And when he saw her frustration growing, he shook his head, bending slightly to give a hard little nipple a firm pinch. "Do not fret. The more tense you get, the worse it will be." She winced, even as her hips squirmed from the pain and she moaned around him. And then, an idea sprang to his mind. Pulling from her tempting mouth, he shuddered at the loss, then reached for the locked drawer in his desk. He unlocked it with the only key, grabbing for the nipple clamps that had lain, almost forgotten, inside the drawer for a decade. There were a few other things, all things that had been in that picture of Aurora, things he hadn't ever gotten around to getting rid of. But those things could come later. For now, he would take baby steps with his lovely daughter.

"Do you trust me," he asked, watching as she panted softly, her eyes curious at the various things inside the drawer and what he held in his hand. Her eyes flicked back to his and she nodded without hesitation.

"Of course Daddy. What are all those things?" she asked, then focused entirely on him. "What are you holding?" At his grin, she felt a shiver of need and no little apprehension race down her spine.

"Nipple clamps. Now, hands on your ankles, and arch your back." Instantly, her hands dropped to her ankles, clasping them and arching her back up and towards him. Her full, heaving breasts were presented to him, her nipples hard and swollen in her desire. He knelt down in front of her, bending his head to suck on one nipple hungrily. So far, her pretty breasts had been mostly ignored as her heat had called to him too much. But, as she mewled and moaned beneath him, shuddering and trembling with each suck of his mouth on the sensitive bud, he made a vow to change that. It was abundantly clear to him then how sensitive they were. Especially as her mewls got higher pitched, closer to that thread of pure pleasure that she only voiced when cumming. But, before she could get there, he lifted his head and closed a clamp around her nipple. A soft, pained cry was pulled from her, but she didn't move from her position. He gave the other nipple the same loving attention as his fingers tightened the first clamp until it was almost too painful.

Soon, he had both nipples clamped and tightened, a chain falling between them. He straightened again and stood, once more sliding his hand into her chestnut hair. "One hand on the chain Krysten. I want you to tug on it whenever I thrust into your mouth." She licked her lips, nodding as her hand lifted up to grip the chain. Her other hand remained where it was, a tight grip on her ankle. And as he thrust into her mouth, she tugged and her eyes clouded over with pain and pleasure. A cry followed and with that, he slipped into her throat, pushing just a little past where he had been stopped before. He kept up a slow enough rhythm that she could keep up, even as he watched her pleasure climb along with the pain. And as she worked to pleasure him, her moans and cries just made it better and he soon slid both hands into her hair. Guiding her to slide back and forth, watching her pretty face as she writhed and trembled on her knees before him.

Finally, even he couldn't take much more and he moaned her name. Reluctantly, he pulled from her mouth, then grabbed a condom and slid it over himself. Pulling her up with the chain, he guided her back to the desk, only this time bent over it. One hand around her had tight grip on the chain, tugging on the clamps attached to her nipples as he slid himself deep into her tight sheath. A loud, desperate cry filled the room them as Krysten fractured into her climax then. He grinned against her neck, liking this trend of hers to cum as soon as he slid into her. Of course, with how he was playing her body, it was only natural. This thought a fleeting one as he used her as roughly as he had before, thrusting hard and deep into her. As if trying to break past the condom, the tip of him battering the entrance to her womb. And with one particularly hard thrust, he actually pushed past it and another cry of pained pleasure escaped her as she felt her cervix give and her body filled even more. He came then, the pulsing and twitching of his cock easily felt, the condom filling inside her and giving her such a shivery, weird feeling. Nowhere near as pleasant as his seed filling her directly, but in a strange way, nice and alluring.

They slumped together over the desk afterwards, shuddering with the release that had encompassed them both. For Krysten had followed her father into orgasm as he had moaned his bliss into her neck. And this time, when he pulled out of her and threw the condom away, she was sated enough that she didn't complain. Oh, the heat was still there, but she was clear headed again and smiling like a cheshire cat. And before he could even tell her to, she was turning around and dropping to her knees to lick him clean. Though this time, he left it at just a cleaning. When she was done, he picked her up and set her on his lap, pulling the almost forgotten box of pizza towards them.

They ate together, feeding each other bites of the treat, giggling and laughing with each other. Krysten blushing terribly when he ate the dropped cheese and toppings off her bare breasts, his tongue flicking the clamps still torturing her nipples. Dante grinning and making an effort to drop more, just to see her blush and feel her squirm. And for the first time in a decade, he found himself enjoying an evening with laughter and delight, with someone he truly adored for being herself. Though there was a repeat of their sex when they went to bed that night, he was content to let the evening pass with simple teasing and touches, spending the time until bedtime relearning who his daughter was. And to her shock, he even helped her with the dishes, drying them as she washed.

The rest of the week was like that, a mixture of sex and companionship that forged their bond into something unbreakable, something that nothing could shake. It went beyond that of a dutiful daughter eager to please and a harsh, demanding father to that of friends and companions, lovers and beloved. There was a rapport between them that grew with each day that when the end of her heat came, at the regular time, she was loathe to see it go. Even if it meant the promise of new, exciting things. Things he had steadily been introducing her to, training her to. But, she knew it would have to end, that the real world would have to intrude again and so she savored what moments she had with just her daddy, devoted to him as she could be.