Story by Custos
(Original posting 10 November 2023 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Xennos gift: My Beautiful Zoe

Softly humming and cradling his little girl in his arms, George walks from the bathroom into the hallway. Playful little Zoe, just barely one year old, is tugging at her daddy’s ears and pulling them into her small mouth to give them some good nibbling onto, cooing contentedly and happily as she rests warmly in her daddy’s arms. Having just enjoyed a nice warm bubblebath and the both of them scrubbed squeaky clean, father and daughter are ready for one of the oldest and most cherished of Heartfield traditions. The wife and family out of the house, George and Zoe have all the time in the world to strengthen their bond, as the tradition says it will.

Zoe is munching on George’s hair as he carries her into the nursery, a room he and his wife had lovingly decorated for their little girl and painted a soft pastel pink. Stuffed animals and toys decorate the room and the little toddler bed, the piece of sleeping furniture positioned in such a way that one would only need to open the door to observe the sleeping beauty within. Both father and daughter are as bare as they day they were born, which was just over a year ago for little Zoe, George placing an affectionate kiss on top his little angel’s forehead as he sits down on the foot-end of the small bed. They both share the same creamy colour of fur, with patterns of darker cream decorating each in their very own ways. Both their ears are long and floppy, Zoe’s hair slightly curlier than her daddy’s, but the biggest difference are their eye colours. George has a beautiful light ocean blue, whilst Zoe has inherited her mother’s ruby-like crimson hue.

The little tot is gurgling and mumbling to herself as her daddy lays her down, cooing to her as he tickles her pudgy tummy and makes her giggle as he leans down and blows raspberries on top of it. He smiles up at his baby’s beautiful angelic face full of happy laughter, alternating the raspberries with little kisses as he places them all over Zoe’s cute little nude body. His family had always been very close, even when he was a child himself, passing down traditions some families may balk at but were perfectly acceptable to the Heartfields. He once asked his mother and father where they come from, and they had thought hard about it, but simply said that the love their family shares for each other has been passed down for many generations. So far that its origins were probably lost or hidden in some treasured family journal somewhere.

George places a soft little kiss on top of Zoe’s pudgy belly, the little toddler babbling to herself and him, her beautiful red eyes following his every move with anticipation and a big smile. She’s suckling her thumb, the darker sleeve patterns in her fur illuminated by the soft light above the bed, contrasting her creamy complexion wonderfully. The young adult’s heart is beating hard and fast, despite his constant interaction with his daughter he can’t ever stop being perplexed at how perfect she is. His little girl. Made from himself and the most wonderful wife he has ever known. And she is his, and trusts him so unconditionally. Loves him so deeply.

Zoe’s sweet little lips curl into an ‘o’ sound as she coos, her sweet and loving daddy having placed a kiss somewhat lower than her tummy. Despite her young age, she knows what she likes, and her body is yearning for more touches of her daddy. George smirks:”That’s my girl,” and closes his eyes as he continues his light and sweet kisses down from Zoe’s belly button, all the way down to the top of her pudgy little mons. Hidden at the very top of the chubby little lips is the tiny button that would send George’s little girl into throes of pleasure, and he certainly isn’t going to deny her tonight. But pleasure is like a fine wine, needing to be cherished and slowly ripened before finally popping the cork and drinking of the ambrosia within. Slow and steady wins the race.

Another little coo is elicited as George places his lips on top of his daughter’s baby vulva and presses a soft kiss down into the softness, applying a little more pressure as Zoe takes in a sharp breath. Her little pudgy legs kick in a frog-like motion, the tot suckling her thumb as she starts mumbling for her daddy:”Da daa. Dadaa. Mm.”
Breathing hot breath all over his daughter’s one-year-old sensitive slit, George has his eyes closed to better focus on taking in every little detail and scent of beautiful pure little girl. His baby girl. He takes in her scent and opens his mouth, his tongue darting out and tenderly curling into the crevasse of Zoe’s pudgy mons, the adult bunny’s strong hands taking hold of the baby’s chubby legs and holding them spread as she starts to wriggle in ecstasy.

Dragging his warm slimy tongue up from the bottom of the baby’s pussy all the way up to her sensitive little pearl, George’s humanoid penis is throbbing against the side of the toddler bed, leaving wet sticky trails of precum all over the sheets. A haze descends upon his mind, the Heartfield Heat as his parents call it. A state of utter arousal and need, that only another Heartfield or close family friend can sate.

Zoe’s little fingers are intertwined with her daddy’s hair as he slowly and methodically laps at her chubby slit, continuing to keep her legs apart to prevent her from kicking him in uncontrollable pleasure. She continues to coo out for him, encouraging him to go on and ensuring him of her pleasure:”Mm. Da daa. Dada. Mm.”
With a slurp, George’s half-lidded dreamy eyes open again and look into his daughter’s flustered face, a happy goofy smile plastered on there as her little chest heaves with want:”That’s my little girl. My beautiful Zoe. Ready for daddy?”

George crawls up as he straddles the tiny toddler bed, releasing Zoe’s legs and laying them over his hips as he scoots up. His erection is throbbing with a near-painful need as it hovers over his daughter’s groin, strings of precum oozing from the meatus and dripping down to lubricate his baby girl’s chubby baby slit even further. Zoe seems happy to see her father’s penis, already accustomed and very familiar with it as it has quickly become her favourite toy and source of milk shortly after birth. She tries to grab for it, curling her little fingers, making George smile as he offers her his big adult fingers instead:”Mm. My sweet little girl. My beautiful little Zoe. Daddy loves you very much.”
George repositions his lower body slightly and his juicy pink cock head makes contact with Zoe’s pudgy mons, placing a sticky fatherly incestuous kiss down upon the sensitive little lips:”Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, baby girl. We’re both gonna feel really good.”

Slowly and sensually, carefully, George leans down over Zoe’s form as he supports himself with his hands next to her head, sliding his juicy slick helmet over the blushing slit of his baby daughter. His half-lidded blue eyes are connected with Zoe’s red ones, nearly closing with each thrust of his penis sliding over her lubricated cunny. No words are spoken save for Zoe’s cooing and mumbling for her daddy, her tiny fingers reaching up at him to play with her father’s hair and darting down between her legs to squeeze the juicy plum that is George’s helmet.

With each inward thrust, George’s erection pushes open the outer labia of his daughter’s pussy, sliding smoothly through and over her cleft before ending up with his balls snuggly pressed into the slit and his tip snuggled into Zoe’s cute little belly button. Their loins are connected as closely as a father’s and daughter’s can be at that age, all slick with their combined arousal, though more from one than the other. Back and forth, slowly and methodically, tenderly and fatherly, George slides his erect penis against and through Zoe’s cleft, closing his eyes as his body shudders in ecstasy. The tingling up his spine divine, making his cock ever harder like no other could. This is his baby girl, his beautiful Zoe beneath him. Perfection poured into mortal coil, sprouted from his loins. He’d always worship her, love her unconditionally and deeply.

Huffing, a few pearls of sweat on his brow, George opens his eyes just to find Zoe’s smiling back at him, also half-lidded and clearly riding the waves of her own immature pleasure. He can feel his heat rising, his balls drawing up against his little daughter as he thrusts over her, his orgasm impending. George doesn’t hesitate, leaning down and closing his eyes as his lips find the toddler’s. A soft sweet kiss, from a father to his child, growing more passionate as from a lover to a lover. His large tongue swirls around Zoe’s little one, both in a forbidden incestuous dance as the baby closes her eyes too and draws her father in to suckle on him.
- “Mmph. Zoe…”

Jet after jet of thick hot semen spurt forth from the swollen pink cock head, all over baby Zoe’s sweet little cunny and stomach, then her chest and neck. Some even spritzes against the bottom of George’s own jaw as he kisses his daughter deeply and passionately, grunting as he hunches his hips back and forth, riding out his climax as he covers Zoe’s chubby little body in the seed that made her.

The spurts have died down to mere dribbles of oozing sperm, yet George can’t stop grinding his pulsing sensitive shaft through his daughter’s cleft, the swollen head hot as a furnace as it warms Zoe’s tummy. But then, after a few minutes of after glow, George releases his daughter’s lips from his, withdrawing his tongue from her suckling mouth as she groggily looks up at him.

It is a sight to behold, his one-year-old baby daughter spread out onto her small toddler bed, covered all over in the warm glistening love of her daddy, his pink cock head still connecting and smooching Zoe’s chubby slit as a pool of his fatherly incestuous semen is formed in the crevasse. George smiles down warmly at his beautiful baby girl, stroking her hair and cheek, wiping away some of his seed from her eyes:”You’re my beautiful little girl, Zoe. And I will always love you. I want to show you that every single day.”

Zoe gurgles happily and groggily, clearly getting sleepy as she too had shuddered in her own immature climax along with her daddy. George leans down as his tongue darts out, gently removing his seed from Zoe’s fur as he tenderly and thoroughly starts cleaning her up. Taking some extra time to clean every nook and cranny between his daughter’s legs, knowing the soothing warm sensation inside and over her pussy would help her fall asleep, George then places a last kiss on his baby daughter’s blushing vulva and quietly slips out of the room after turning on the night light:”Goodnight, princess.”