<7> Nakir dared to let out a light chuckle. “Truly? I am most certain you could find a much better mate out there, one less old and such.” Aalia twitched in his grasp, quietly shocked that she hadn’t been immediately rebuffed. “Why would I want another mate over someone I already love?” she persisted, her tail coiling around his wrist and gliding up along his toned arm absently. “And maybe I don’t care about age.” The gears in Nakir’s mind were working hard to try and process his daughter’s surprising words. “Me? Truly?” he repeated in soft shock. “Not just because of Kani and Laruu’s advances?” He could feel Aalia shake her horned head in the darkness. “Mmh mmh. Not [i]because[/i] of them, but I admit… I kinda regret not stopping them, if nothing else but maybe… well, I don’t wanna say to [i]get[/i] to you first -you’re not a [i]thing[/i] or anything- but just to, maybe, show you how deeply I love you, and that I wanna care for you [i]that[/i] way.” “Aalia,” Nakir returned softly as his hand drifted upward along her side, stopping to tenderly caress his daughter’s cheek. “You are not like your friends in the slightest.” This gave the youthful priestess pause. “How do you mean?” “You have been friends with them for a very long time,” he reminded her. “Laruu is cockier than most females. I would wager she instigated things due to her ego. Kani mentioned jealousy earlier, too, and I always recall her being the quiet type who just wanted equal treatment. What they did, they did for themselves, but that is not what you are doing right now.” His dimly-glowing eyes cast a soft light over the back of his daughter’s head, making her dark blue hair look more vibrant than usual. “You have not accosted me like those two did, nor do you inquire on your own behalf, but mine. It is a small distinction I suppose, but if I were to say no, I know without doubt you would leave this room, no matter how crestfallen you may feel.” Aalia felt her tentacles begin to quiver as sadness seeped into her mind. “Oh….” His rough hand lingered for a quiet moment on her cheek before it descended again, carefully tracing the side of his daughter’s body in the darkness. “But I do not consider myself a male who acts on lust if I can help it. Yes, it has been a… trying time to spend the last few decades without a mate, but I have done so with the intent to focus solely upon my beloved daughter. I did not want my desires to turn my eye away from you, and admittedly that may have been why I did not entirely spurn Laruu and Kani, but in those moments I fear I did just what I did not wish to do.” Further and further his hand drifted downward, until again it rested upon her belly, but the touch was merely brief. Those weathered fingers continued their descent, instead drifting to the fringe of Aalia’s pajama pants. “You have been the only female in my life for many years now, Aalia. If you truly wish to show me love, you cannot simply do it how your friends have. You mean so much more to me than that, and, if you will allow it, I can show you what would make me the happiest.” That quaking of sadness evaporated, suddenly replaced by a mixture of shock and strange excitement. Cuddling with her father was far from new, but he had never teased his fingers so close to somewhere so intimate before. “R-really?” she uttered in surprise. “Of course, Daddy. I’d do any- ahh!” Her last gasp was almost breathless as she felt his hand suddenly dip past that border of fabric, his thick fingers drifting over the exceptionally thin, final barrier of her own panties. There was a calm, quiet knowledge in his strangely expert touch as two fingers tenderly squeezed their way between her thighs, stopping to press down against her covered, outer folds. Nakir cuddled into his daughter just a bit closer, the gesture proving to be just enough for a subtle, sheet-covered bulge to vaguely graze Aalia’s backside. “Shhhhh,” Nakir cooed into his daughter’s ear, his face gently nuzzling into her hair. “I want you to know just a few things, Aalia. One: I truly believe that I want this as much as you do. Two: At any point, if you ask me to stop, I will do so without hesitation. Three: I will always love you no matter what you decide, and perhaps tonight’s events have… allowed me to see you in a new light, too.” Aalia’s exhale was shaky as she found herself pressing her hips tenderly upward into her father’s touch. “Y-yeah?” “You are a woman now,” he admitted. “A strikingly beautiful woman that any male would die to be with. Thinking of you in such an intimate fashion had never occurred to me before tonight, but now, with your feelings coming to light, I… I cannot stop thinking of you in such a way.” His touch was firm, but tender, and his fingers began to glide back and forth over her soft panties, caressing her nether lips from top to bottom and back in gentle, rhythmic fashion. It was more than apparent that he was delighted to simply take his time as the occasional shift of his fingers, acting like he was about to pull her panties aside, merely ended in a teasing graze along Aalia’s inner thigh. “You will always be my daughter, Aalia, but-” Aalia let out a soft gasp and jerked her head around before he could finish, pressing her lips lovingly against her father’s in a deep, desperate kiss. One of her arms shot up through the darkness to wrap behind his head, lacing her fingers tightly into his hair as she pushed her hips firmly into his fingers. Kani had been right about none of them being able to take proper mates -the priesthood in particular was relatively strict in regard to celibacy- and simply feeling her father’s touch sent shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her sharp gesture lasted for what felt like an eternity, and when the kiss broke, she found herself almost breathless, her chest heaving as her glowing eyes locked onto her father’s in the darkness. “I want more,” was all she could eke out. Nakir let out a shaky exhale of his own, and finally a nimble finger dared to hook into Aalia’s panties and draw the thin fabric to one side. Slowly, a second finger came to rest upon her now-bare nether lips, this one carefully slipping between her soft, blue petals and elegantly gliding up and down, as if testing her reactions to each portion of her nethers he touched. The elder male looked deep into his daughter’s eyes as his free arm shifted beneath him, shuffling Aalia just a bit until his muscular bicep slipped its way under her resting head and neck. Gentle gasps and grunts echoed into the darkness throughout Nakir’s shifting, and with his arm in place, his elbow bent to bring his hand tenderly against Aalia’s belly, pulling her into an even tighter embrace as he explored her more intimately than ever before. With each little touch, Aalia’s mouth drew open bit by bit. Soft, wordless gasps slipped from her lips as she basked and reveled in her father’s affectionate touch, excitedly submitting to the continuous stream of thrilling shocks that shot through her body. Was she dreaming? Nakir seemed to simply enjoy giving her pleasure, though the increasing bulge against Aalia’s backside told her he was getting some pleasure of his own nonetheless. The intensifying warmth from his touch became almost impossible to resist, and despite her desire to somehow return his affections, Aalia gladly succumbed and turned back away from him. Instead, Aalia flattened her body against his as best as she could, thriving with her cheek pressed tight to his warm skin. “Lower,” she dared to whisper as one of her hands touched down upon his submerged fingers, gently guiding his thick digit down just a fraction of an inch to hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her other hand moved down to find his hand on her soft, squishy belly, and carefully she began to guide it upward beneath her pajama top, further and further until his fingers grazed the underside of her coarse brassiere. A muffled groan of pleasure escaped the focused Nakir as he happily enmeshed his face with his daughter’s hair, breathing deep of her scent as his lower finger pressed down a bit more firmly upon her sensitive spot, soon melting into a series of slow, tender swirls among her petals as they clearly grew wetter and wetter as the moments passed. The warmth of her body so close to his was heavenly to the seasoned hunter -a path that had caused him to grow much more accustomed to the cold solitude of nature more often than not- and the more firmly she pressed back, the more powerfully his thinly-covered tool wedged itself along her pajama-clad backside. The hand that touched his daughter’s brassiere hesitated for perhaps a half a moment before he pried her underwire up, hungrily slipping beneath it to tenderly grasp as full of a handful of her left breast as he possibly could. Every gesture, every touch, every breath in the darkness sent fiery hot butterflies through Aalia’s plush body. Her father’s rubbing grew louder by the moment as she felt her nethers drench and slick his thick finger. Despite his inherent gentleness, Aalia could practically feel his hunger when Nakir squeezed her left breast, the wonderful waves of warmth forcing her to relinquish her grip on her father’s hair. In tandem, she couldn’t resist shoving that same hand up beneath her pajama shirt and brassiere to grab her free nipple and tug it in rhythmic time with her father’s squeezes. As her heat continued to rise, the deathly silence of the dark room periodically broke, Aalia’s breathless gasps evolving into short, half-stifled moans and squeaks of uncontrolled delight. “Shhhhhhhh-sh-sh-sh!” Nakir cooed in Aalia’s ear. “They may wake….” Aalia’s head turned from side to side, but no further words formed, nor did her squeaks and moans cease. Instead, the hand upon her nipple shot down to her father’s, grasping at him desperately to tug his fingers from her breast and cover her own mouth with his hand instead. The motion was more than enough to muffle her moans, replacing them with sharp, heated exhales through her nose instead. The eager priestess resumed pulling and tugging hard at her own nipple, and finally the hand she’d had pinned beneath her worked its way out and up to grasp fiercely above Nakir’s fingers to press down on her own clit. Her deft fingers knew her body better than her father did, and while his touch had brought her right to the precipice, her swift back-and-forth rubbing over her most sensitive button pushed her over the brink. Nakir’s grip tightened all the more on his daughter’s mouth and quim as he felt her tense up in his arms, then began to rapidly quake and quiver as a fierce-feeling climax racked her curvaceous body. He had no choice but to pin his head against hers to keep her thrashing from injuring either of them. His hand was suddenly drenched with a silent squirt of her nectar, dampening her panties and pajama pants thoroughly in the process. Her slender tail swung back and forth wildly in the darkness as pleasure overwhelmed the orgasming Aalia, but after a few moments the quivering appendage was able to slip beneath the covers to coil itself tightly around her father’s right, bare leg, clinging to him for dear life. Never before had she ever felt a climax of such intensity, and while it may have only lasted just a few long moments, the afterglow was debilitating in itself, and her entire body went limp, save for the occasional shock and shake. Her relaxed repose allowed Nakir to hold his daughter even closer as she basked in her finish, his hand daring to leave her mouth to wrap around her soft chest instead. “Shhhhhh,” he cooed more gently this time, savoring the feeling of his spent daughter in his arms. It was impossible to see in the darkness, but the inflection in his few words made it apparent that he was smiling.