Caine was in the zone. He dared not speak up too much, lest he hinder the flow of creative juices fuelling the steady creation of his art. As he looked between his tablet and his models, brow somewhat furrowed and shoulders hunched as he concentrated on each stroke of his stylus and each line and curve of the beautiful pair of women he studied so diligently, only one statement was purposefully expressed to the muses that he owed this chance to. 
“You girls are lifesavers.” He shyly sighed, a small and contented smile spreading cheek to cheek momentarily before that concentrated stare returned. 
“Yeah, yeah.” Caine’s wife chuckled. “You know that if you just wanted to get us all dressed up, you could’ve asked, right?” Belle gazed over at her husband with little difficulty thanks to the pose that they’d been ‘directed’ into. She lay on her back on the wide cushy king sized bed in the centre of the master bedroom, body perfectly relaxed and hands digging passionately into the bountiful butt of the pretty young grey furred thing sat upright atop her lap. Her soft yet strong fingers parted the girl’s ass cheeks and kept her most delicate parts completely exposed to Caine’s eyes, and at the mercy of his deviously drawing digits. 
The women’s outfits might’ve been considered to be cute and frilly, were it not for how little there actually was to them. The closest things they resembled were maid’s uniforms, with their delicate headdresses, puffy but short-sleeved aprons (minus enough of the front that their breasts were totally exposed) and long, sleek stockings. 
“This is just the pose that I was asked to draw. It’s always easier when I have live references, you know that by now.” Caine confidently retorted right away, without letting his concentration flicker at all, even while he flitted between his drawing and his models. Still, in the following moments it certainly did look as though he was spending more time looking at the latter than the former. “Still, it is a lot more fun this way.” He conceded with a cheeky chuckle. 
From between Caine and his full time wife and part time muse came a girlish giggle from the badger sat so comfortably in the middle, which in turn was complemented by the more mature laugh of the girl’s mother. 
“I j-just hope this view’s, umm, inspiring enough for you, Dad.” Melanie quietly and cutely muttered, her voice cracked by the thrilling yet slightly embarrassing exposure she felt from not only putting herself on display for Caine, but displaying so much. It was certainly a unique experience, being ‘immortalised’ in drawn form. But there was something more heartfelt, more passionate, more real about it than simply showing off for a selfie. The fact that her caring, artistic and passionate dad was taking the time to chart her curves, colours and every other aspect of her body down to such intimate details made her feel quite special indeed.  
Melanie rode that thrill, that special feeling, as a motivating force that saw her fingers slithering between her spread thighs and rubbing slowly but forcefully between her already slick labia. With wide, passionate eyes she looked over her shoulder right at Caine, head slightly cocked to one side with a bashful smile spread from cheek to cheek. 
In lieu of an explicit verbal response, Caine instead gave a deep breath as a shiver spread down his shoulders and arms, then shuffled to and fro in his seat. He then turned back to his tablet, more motivated than ever to create a work of art worthy of such irreplaceable beauties. His fur stood on end, his teeth gritted together, and his heart pounded with a deep desire that he channelled through each stroke and line. 

The next time Caine even glanced at the tableside clock, over ninety minutes had passed, much to his surprise. After a deep stretch and a straining lean back in his seat, he looked with a wider view over both his artwork, and his beautiful muses. The former was largely complete, with the precise lines and delicate details to each of their bodies and outfits traced across the page neatly and accurately. The latter, both of the ladies in fact, were still sat just as he’d asked of them, though perhaps noticeably more restless than before. 
“I think that’ll do nicely.” He surmised with a satisfied nod at his work. “Thanks, girls. This was really a huge help.” 
Belle was the first to smile, shuffle off of the bed and stand, while Melanie seemed to take her time in stretching her legs after having posed for so long. 
“You’re welcome!” Belle chirped. “Let us know if you need any more reference work at some point.” The bovine combed fingers through her hair to untangle and freshen herself up a little, while leaning down to Caine, still sat at his desk, and pecking her husband on the cheek with a lingering, wet kiss. 
“Well we do know a good place to get new outfits if we need ‘em.” He pondered aloud. 
“As if you need another excuse to visit Zara.” She replied coyly. 
“I’m sure Taylor would love to see you too.” He countered.
“Touche.” With that, Belle finally turned to make her way out of the study, not without a thoughtful, devilish smile. “Maybe next week, then. For now I gotta go over some work stuff with Clara.” 
“Alrighty, have fun hon.” Caine mumbled, already re-absorbed in putting some finishing touches on his sketch as Belle clicked the study door closed behind her, leaving just Caine behind, with Mel. 
Not a second more passed before Mel reminded him of her presence, either. He felt her arms around him and her chest smooshed against his back just before he heard her affectionate little moan just by his neck. 
“Hey, sweetheart.” Caine smiled, while saving his work, shutting his PC down and shuffling his chair away from the desk. 
“Don’t forget, Dad.” Mel said, barely more than a whisper. “You promised me a ‘thank you’.” 
“No worries, I didn’t forget.” Caine smoothly retorted, already turning around in his seat. What he’d felt from her body against him provided a plenty clear hint of what was to come, but once he actually had the chance to look right at her, the sight was no less exciting than he’d come to expect from his sweet little girl. 
There Mel stood, perfectly naked, hands clasped together behind her back, with her nicely developed curves, perky youthful breasts, wide shining eyes, distinct striped facial fur markings, hair cascading gracefully down her back and her moistened prominent little mound on perfect display. 
It was an image worth immortalising in and of itself. But now, Caine knew, was hardly the time to pick up a pencil. 
“G-Good, cuz, I mean, y’know how Milo’s been held up with school a lot lately...” Melanie implied bashfully, tail twitching in adorable fashion behind her plump young rear end. 
“I know, sugar.” Caine reassured her, one hand caressing her hip and keeping her close, his legs parted and his approving, proud, passionate stare scanning every speck of her nicely maturing body. “I’d never say no to my beautiful little girl.” 
Mel felt a tingle rush through her body, and allowed herself to roll with the impulsive, libidinous desires boiling inside her mind, enough to promptly kneel in front of Caine quite suddenly, and lean her face to just above his navel.
“Th-thanks, Dad.” She purred, while already beginning to hastily undo and slide Caine out of his pants. He did nothing to stop her. Within moments, his member had been freed, flicking up and out and filling Mel’s view in the process once she’d positioned herself in point blank range of the engorged, excited shaft that she was similarly excited to see. 
Her excitement became all the more obvious once she’d pursed her lips, slid her mouth down to the root of Caine’s cock and given a brief but passionate moan of gratitude. 
“Mel...” Caine instinctively moaned back, while rocking his head back, shuffling his hips forwards and sinking a palm through her smooth hair. He breathed deep so that he could keep his body under control; Mel had become quite the talent with her tongue after all the fun she’d shared with him and her lucky young boyfriend, and if Caine wasn’t careful he knew she’d end up getting him too worked up too quickly. 
Gently but confidently, after letting her lips linger to and fro along his shaft for a minute more, with her fingers teasing and tickling in complementary fashion around the tender base and his hearty balls beneath, Caine encouraged her to lean back while he straightened his posture a little more. Mel looked up at him quite puzzled, but he just smiled back with the tenderness of a father and the quiet devotion of a lover. 
“Let’s take this to the bed, cutie.” Caine whispered, slow and clear. “Only fair I reward my pretty little muse, too.” 
Mel just bit her lip slyly, rose to her feet and walked to the bed hand in hand with Caine, at which point they both all but collapsed atop it, bodies passionately embracing and lips mashed together, immersed in the sight, taste and feel of one another. 

--- 
“Aaah!” Mel sharply cried as her Dad’s tongue whipped quite suddenly between her sopping folds, with the same addictive enthusiasm and hunger that she’d come to expect from him whenever they fooled around. This particular indulgent bedroom session was proving no exception, either. More or less as soon as Caine had stripped down to render himself as naked as Mel was, he’d turned her how he needed her, hooked his arms around her hips and helped himself to her slick honeypot. 
“Ohh gawd...” She shivered, barely able to gather her wits enough to return the favour to her doting Dad. Though regardless of how much selfless pleasure Caine undoubtedly got from eating her out, evidenced by the constant, almost violent throbbing of his dick. It stood proud and thick, mere inches from her muzzle. As she cast her eyes up and down the shaft of lively flesh, Mel felt mesmerised for a moment, surprising even herself with the passionate desire she felt for Caine. No matter how good he was at navigating her body, she still truly wished to make him feel as good as he deserved to as well. 
It took the feeling of Melanie’s cheek fur nuzzling up his cock for Caine to finally pause his oral assault on her pussy. He panted right back to her from where he lay under her curvy, ripe young body, his cock giving a twitch and his hips shuddering upwards to prove to her how good such loving nuzzles felt. His fingers sank into her even firmer, and he barely managed to lie still enough for Mel to guide his length between her lips when she reached the drooling, aching tip. Once she did manage to inhale a few inches, with her eyes half shut and her chest heaving with every exhale being laced with a sensual moan, her hands smoothed down Caine’s legs further and further, while her mouth sunk deeper and deeper. 
“F-Fuck!” Caine swore, loud enough for the noise to carry out of the room and down the hall, where unbeknownst to the lovers, Belle’s ear twitched, eyebrow raised and expression shifted to a knowing smirk. 
Caine rested his cheek against Mel’s thigh, permitting himself a rare moment of self indulgence as he just rested and basked in the tingling delight of her lips bobbing and tongue whipping over his dick, her satisfying weight atop his, the scent of her body and her soaked sex washing through his mind, and her hands massaging his thighs. 
“Y-Yes, baby...” He encouraged her, mere moments before he re-applied his tongue and muzzle to her slick folds, his motivation stronger than ever to show his little girl a really good time. As he ran his tongue up and down her entrance, expertly pushing in far enough to accompany the constant thrilling stimulation with spikes of bliss when he licked her most tender spots, Mel was managing to just about concentrate on him despite the distracting pleasure. Her right hand took to cradling and fondling his balls, their weight filling her palm as she descended, gradually deep enough to swallow almost every inch of him. An act that prompted a sudden jut of the hips off the bedsheets from him, and a doting guttural groan that rippled in heartfelt manner from her tonsils even while her mouth and throat were so full. 
Mel twisted her head one way when she pulled up with pursed lips, and the other way when she slid back down Caine’s member, forcing her lips to stretch as she steadily yet carefully maintained her rhythm. She found it easier to work her way along the entirety of his manhood this way, not to mention the consistent pleasured physical reactions he gave acted as great motivation for her to continue. It was a good thing as well that she found it so natural, given how thrilling the movements of Caine’s tongue and muzzle were becoming, pressed right into her pussy as he was by now. He would lash his tongue in broad washes up and down her entrance, curl and flick it about deep within her, push his lips around her slit to give open mouthed passionate kisses, and on occasion nip and chew her rear end with playful and brief bites, making for short and sharp sensations that counteracted the slow, luscious stimulation against her sex. 
Both of them were feeling their bodies burn up, but their devotion to the pleasure of the other was what kept them moving, licking, bobbing and breathing one another in, even under such a passionate assault. 
It wasn’t until Mel felt Caine’s length swell greatly within her grasp around the base, that she opened her eyes and changed her approach proper. 
“Y-Yes... Ohh, yes, Dad...” She cooed under her breath, eyes barely open yet her expression wearing a look of adored fascination like a mask. She stared at his now slick, twitching and obviously fiercely aroused erection with a lust that stopped her from saying much more. All that she could bring herself to express, was the one thing she wanted in that moment.
“Cum for me...” She whined with the passion of a lover that seeks their partner’s orgasm over their own. Her right hand took up a motion quite similar to what her mouth had performed before; stroking down with a firm but tender twisting motion only to tug back up while twisting the other way. With her left alternating tingling tickles between Caine’s balls and his now violently expanded knot, she watched with utter fascination right above his cockhead, when she wasn’t panting steamy breaths over it or sliding her tongue right across the underside, where she knew he’d feel it most. 
“Ohh g-gawd... M-Mel! Nnngh!!” Caine growled, humped and thrashed about, obviously mere moments from giving her what she wanted; whether he mean to let loose so quickly or not. Not to be outdone, he ‘repaid’ her attentive service in kind, with an abrupt and constant assault on the young beauty’s clit, while his fingers kept her splayed, palms pressing and parting her cheeks, and his soft muzzle fur rubbing around her pussy. 
The poor little thing barely lasted five seconds before her climax hit hard, flowing through her body like furious thunder, much to Caine’s pleasure and pride. 
“D-DADDY! NHHHHHAAAAH!!!” She screamed, carefree of whether her dear mother just down the hall could hear. Her body seized up, pressing down onto and clenching around Caine’s thankfully toned form, her pussy contracting and squirting in quick waves. Somehow even amidst such ecstasy, while her head remained raised and eyes shifting between shut tight and flickering open helplessly amidst her pleasure, her hands kept up those same jerking and caressing motions. That, together with the intensely exciting sounds and sensation of her climax, finally set Caine off as well. 
“NHH! MEL!” Caine grunted. A quicker expression of intense pleasure than hers, yet the thick ribbons of seed he humped out that splashed across Mel’s face and shot straight up into the air only to land amongst her hair and forehead certainly spoke of the ferocity of his orgasm. Again and again he let loose, even after she’d ceased stroking and simply clenched and tugged around his cock, while still twitching out her own orgasmic high. 
For the longest moment, they both remained there, barely moving yet willingly and blissfully shackled by the intense pleasure they gave one another, making a mess of themselves and one another but ultimately only becoming more focused on one another than before. Even after Mel laid her winded body down on his, cheek nuzzled into his groin and muscles lax and weary, and Caine flopped his head back onto the comfy but wrinkled sheets, they both knew without a word needing to be spoken that they were far from done. 
They panted in sync. Mel licked a thick, salty drop of Caine’s cum into her mouth, blushing deeper as she savoured it. Caine smeared his cheek into Mel’s inner thigh, rubbing to and fro at a snail’s pace. They kept up these and other miniature expressions of their desire for a little longer, until Caine gave a low chuckle, speaking as he slithered out from under Mel. 
“Mind letting me out, cutie? I’ve got a fun idea.” He confidently questioned. 
Mel smirked back, while sampling another finger smear’s worth of his cum. 
“Oh yeah?” She giggled while starting to crawl forwards, letting Caine climb to his knees behind her. “We’ll see about that.”

--- 

“OH YES! DADDY! HARDER, DADDY!” 
Mel had to admit, this was fun. She’d barely moved atop the bed, but behind her raised booty, Caine was moving more than enough for the both of them to benefit greatly. After some tender and passionate caresses and minor re-adjustments just to make sure that ahead of ‘round two’ they were both able to indulge themselves fully without discomfort, Caine had taken a firm hold of Mel’s hips while he knelt upright on the bed behind her. With his tall and sturdy posture, his grip strong and confident yet not aggressive as he guided her soft supple body, and her ready raised rear end presented enticingly before his eyes, it was easy for him to slide inside her. Mel had welcomed him with a whimper muffled by the sheets as she clenched and acclimated to his girth, but it hadn’t taken long for her to melt around and underneath him. 
And on Caine’s end, as if his sexy little girl didn’t feel amazing enough, the sight and sound and sensation of her sincerely losing herself in the moment caused him to go wild in turn. 
Hence what had led to Caine pounding Mel back and forth along the sheets, while Mel gasped and cried out for more amidst her own clenching, receptive motions back into his hips and around his cock. 
“Nnnh, Mel! Goddamn, you’re tight baby...” Caine growled, addressing her by now as his lover first, and daughter second. 
“F-For you, Daddy!” She hurriedly replied. “All for you!” She quivered and momentarily clenched her sex around him harder as she spoke, demonstrating the sincerity behind her desire to give herself to him completely; testament to her love and trust in him, as a lover as well as a father. 
“M-Mel...” Caine repeated, gritting his teeth by now. In an impulsive, animalistic move, he raised his left palm and sent it cracking down upon her jiggling, ample butt cheek. 
“AHH!” Mel sharply shrieked, wide eyed and fists balling up the already ruined bedsheets. “Yes! YES!” She panted before Caine could even ask if she liked it.
“Good girl..!” Caine shuddered, then rewarded her honesty with another quick swat. 
“YES, DADDY!” 
Mel thrashed her head back, her cute long hair wafting with the motion as she rocked to and fro in complete receptive sync with Caine’s every pull back and thrust forward. Soon she’d pressed her upper body down to the sheets, building up more pleasurable friction and panting out each exhaling breath with a steamy, lustful whimper. 
As amazing as her youthful body and tight sex felt to Caine, his pleasure was also tempered with pride for his sweet, sexy little girl; in the woman she was fast becoming, and the lover she’d already proven herself to be. It was no wonder, with her inquisitive and open hearted nature, that Mel had adapted so capably to everything she’d ‘learned’ from he and Belle, though it never ceased to make his heart swell with pride, passion and need all at once when he took her to bed. This time was no exception. 
He cracked his hand over her slightly reddened cheek a few more times, switching to his right palm in due course to give much the same to the other cheek. He kept no particular rhythm to the movements, purposefully so; he knew it would be more exciting for her to feel each spank coming unpredictably and erratically. Whether each hit accompanied a slow tug of his cock out of her gripping, soaking pussy or an abrupt pounding deep enough to send his balls momentarily smacking her furred flesh from beneath all at the same time. 
“Haaah... Aaahh!” Came Mel’s moans time and time again, spiking from either a new spank or Caine’s member brushing past or directly hitting one of her sweet spots. 
Caine let out a deep moan of his own and bent at the hip to lean his body over Mel from behind, his hands clasping the sheets either side of his shoulders. 
“I love you, Mel...” He whispered. 
“L-Love you too...” She hurriedly replied. With a little difficulty but surprising haste for such a young thing so caught up in the heat of the moment, Mel raised herself back up onto her hands only to plant her left over Caine’s own, and reach above herself with the right to tug her Daddy down by the back of his neck. 
She kissed him abruptly, and with closed eyes and a steamy growl through his nostrils Caine instantly kissed back with vigour. Her left hand squeezed tight over the back of his own hand as their tongues played, saliva swapping and mouths waving wetly around one another, pursing and pulling back into little pecks that led again to deep open mouthed make-outs. All the while Caine rocked and rolled his way in and out of Mel, at a slower and more tender pace for the time being, though with the building knot at the base of his member all too obviously smacking against her entrance as the seconds ticked by, both lovers knew that their lovemaking could only end one way. 
“Cum in me, Daddy.” Mel spoke, crystal clear but quiet as a mouse, the words cascading from her lips the moment after Caine let her catch her breath after their intense liplock.
“Ngh!” Caine grunted briefly, pressing both hands with doubled ferocity into the sheets beneath. With a sudden shove of his hips forwards that began to push the first swollen inches of his knot past her vice-tight entrance, he worked towards doing exactly what his little girl wanted. 
All Mel did in response was collapse into the bed and show her delight in the only way that made sense. 
“Y-YES! DO IT DADDY!” 
As he pushed forward, she grinded back, both lovers aching to feel the same thing. Each fierce motion he made into her cunt sent his now fully inflated knot deeper and deeper inside. Caine gripped her hips in both hands now while Mel furiously rubbed and flicked at the sensitive fur just north of her clit. Again and again their bodies collided together, the wet slaps and raucous sounds from them both reaching a crescendo, until it all hit them both at once like a wall of ecstasy. 
“FUCK! MEL!” 
“C-C-CUMMINGDADDYOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!” 
They let loose, the very moment after Caine finally stuffed every bloated inch of his knotted cock inside his sweet sexy daughter. He kept her pressed into the bed, hips pushed forwards as his body arched above her, while Mel in turn remained paralysed and quivering with a mouthful of bedsheets that she bit down upon with fierce passion. While her eyes twitched and her limbs shuddered with the rippling quake of her orgasm, Caine kept his stern expression with eyes shut tight. Both father and daughter rode out the pleasure their own way as he kept her plugged up, unloading everything he had as deep as he physically could inside her. With his generous knot doing its’ job, not a drop drooled out of her soaked sex.  Deep grunts from him and sharp gasps from her accentuated the pair’s mutual high, until they gradually came back down to earth, the waves of pleasure having given way to an exhausted, tender tingling. 
Caine collapsed, though in quite the controlled fall, onto Mel, where he lingered some time, nuzzling and pecking her absently, until he broke the silence. 
“Let me guess... You’re going to want more, aren’t you?”
Mel gave a short, strong hoot of laughter that mellowed out into a gentle, tantalising giggle. 
“Guess I take after mom, don’t I?”
“Sweetie, hate to break it to you but, that’s not exactly... possible.” 
“Not literally! More like...” Mel sighed, letting her little gag die out in favour of making the most of their valuable quality time together. “...Never mind, smart guy. Just help me roll over, would you? I’ve got a fun idea.” 
Caine nuzzled and smooched the back of her head. 
“Whatever you say, pumpkin.”  

--- 

 It was a rare occasion that Mel found herself fully focused on any one thing at a given moment; her inquisitive, intelligent and active young mind kept her very much lucid through her waking hours, curious about almost all new pieces of information she could inhale through her studies or social life. 
But even she would admit, on reflection later that day, when Caine held her against the wall, cushioning and supporting her thighs in his splayed strong hands as he looked into her eyes with a kind of focused devotion she’d never seen before... 
At that moment, nothing filled her mind but him. 
“...D-Don’t...” She whimpered, each word necessitating a conscious effort on her part to scrape out while her sweet sexy father rolled his hips in and out of her time after time. “...Stop...” 
Caine had no intention of doing so; in the lustful rush of the moment he couldn’t even envision the possibility of him ever having his fill of Mel. As if it wasn’t enough to feel her against his chest, around his cock and atop his groping and supporting palms, the added kinky thrill of tugging his still ballooned knot back and forth in her passage had him completely immersed in the pleasure of her company in that moment. Her hands clung around his shoulders and dug into his back, finding little purchase in the tensed muscles he used to keep her aloft but still pulling him close nonetheless as best she could. 
“M-Mel... Ohh sweetie...” Caine husked, his steamy breaths adding to the cloud of thick air surrounding their bodies and filling their lungs with the scent of one another. 
He bucked particularly hard inside her and turned his muzzle to kiss her deep and hard. An immersive kiss that both lovers put their all into, tongues lashing and whipping, their breaths meeting and flowing into one another’s mouths like great stormy waves colliding and flowing past one another, eyes shut tight. 
Mel moaned a long wet moan into their long wet kiss as she did what little she could from her suspended, pinned position to reciprocate her Daddy’s pleasurable motions. Her pussy clung around him harder than ever with that knot still moving back and forth, though she knew what he was really seeking to do, so with a cheeky nip to Caine’s bottom lip, she decided to ask for it outright. 
“I want...” She began, only for her words to be stolen away when Caine tugged back, his knot stretching the outer lips of her pussy. The strain made her hiss, clench her teeth and thrash her head upwards, but when she regathered herself enough to look him in the eyes, her words were crystal clear and dripping with desire. 
“I want you to fuck me with that knot, Daddy.” 
As Caine heaved out a guttural growl and lowered his head to Mel’s neck, she saw a kind of primal glint in his eye. One that manifested in how fiercely he chewed a love bite into her neck, how strongly he clutched her butt, and how forcefully he pulled his knot back out of her until it suddenly popped free, the rest of his cock sliding with relative ease back out in comparison until just the tip remained. 
“Haaaaaah...” Mel shakily panted. Her every nerve from her neck down to her sex had been lit aflame from the slightly painful but wholly exhilarating sensation. Her ankles stung into the small of his back as if to coax him back inside, while her toes curled up tight. No matter the momentary displeasure that Mel felt from such a huge swell parting her pussy once again, what she wanted had not yet changed. 
Caine slammed his way back inside before she could even ask, still making a meal of her tender neck. It took much less work this time for him to pop his knot inside, an act that had her gasping and gripping him in her hands, within her legs and all the way around his throbbing cock. 
“Yes! YES!” Mel growled out, as Caine took to humping, grinding and altogether enjoying the tight, wet, warm embrace that his sexy little girl always offered. After some moments of his gruff, abrupt movements that sent Mel pressing up firmer against the bedroom wall, her hair becoming messier still and her tail quivering beneath, Caine pulled himself back, once again freeing her from his knot with again, less resistance but no less loin tingling pleasure. 
Their pace carried on building, hastening and intensifying, every forceful slap forwards stealing sharp breaths from Mel’s lungs as her legs loosened around Caine’s hips momentarily, just to look back in with pressing heels into his back once his knot plugged her again. Although the speed of their fierce rutting was naturally slightly slower thanks to the intense effort it took from the both of them, the ferocity of it all was more than worth it. 
As each steamy moment flowed into the next, their bodies having taken up the job of expressing their need and passion far more effectively than their words could by this point, there was an unspoken animalistic need clouding both their minds. It kept them panting and grunting, shoving their hips together and clinging to one anothers’ flesh and fur with such force that any discomfort from the friction or strain of such a tight coupling was but dust in the wind. 
“Aaah... Haah...” 
Mel’s shaky voice continued, while her split but soaked sex gripped her Daddy tight, from the tip to his ballooned base. 
“In... Me...”  
That was all she could muster, and it was all that Caine needed. He was already giving her his absolute all; any thoughts beyond claiming and pleasuring and flooding his sexy little girl could never hope to pierce his focus at that moment. Still, her barely audible beg did coax a throbbing from his loins and a deep growl from his throat, one that resonated out from where he licked and nipped up Mel’s neck, all the way up to her ear. 
It clearly was not long in the making until he gave her what they both needed, as well. 
Caine leant back to look her in the eyes, faces barely an inch apart. Frazzled strands of her wavy bangs had tumbled down over her visage amidst the fray, and a low glow was visible from cheek to cheek under her fur. Such sexed up symptoms somehow made her even more beautiful in his eyes. When he hilted in her and sent particularly strong shocks of pleasure through her, she’d throw her head back, hair rubbing along the wall behind as she bounced at the mercy of his motions. 
“Oh god, Mel baby...” Caine hurriedly spoke as he nuzzled his cheek into hers. 
“C’mere...” Mel replied, fingers clinging to his cheeks and jaws as she led him into a deep, slathering kiss. As their tongues danced and lips smashed together obsessively time after time, Mel felt the familiar, joyous rise of a massive climax coming so, so close. 
He was close too, it was obvious. He’d even managed to smooth his left hand up from her thigh to her lower back; clearly his need to cum in her had summoned up strength enough in him to keep her aloft with the support of just his right hand. His touch all over her, his cock pulsing and moving so much within her, the scent and feel and sight of her passionate, experienced father all over; all of it put her over the edge, even regardless of Caine’s own nearing orgasm. 
“MNNNNNNNH!” 
Even so, Caine came first, if barely. His lips widened in the kiss, eyelids clenched even tighter shut, hips slammed forwards to keep her utterly immobile against the bedroom wall, and his fingers curled to grip furry fistfuls of her flesh. Naturally he had slammed in to the very root, his knot feeling almost bigger than before somehow as he let his load out as deep as could go inside her. He came, in violent crashes of motion, sound and soaking sensation, with such force that even despite such a girthy knot inside her, occasional drips of spunk would slither down to his balls beneath them both.
“NNH!” 
Mel squeaked suddenly, but a moment after Caine’s own hearty muffled growl. The short, sharp cry was an understatement in comparison to the immense, constant tingling thrill that felt like it was spreading from the depths of her heart all the way to her curling toes and the top of her scalp. But the rest of her climax she rode out in relative silence, stunned and shivering and gripping Caine within her snug cunt for every drop that filled her passage up even more than his first load had. His cock jumped and twitched so strongly inside Mel that she had to scrape and smear her fingers around Caine’s tense shoulders to wring out the sensations joyously, and soon pop her lips away from his with a spit bridge lingering then falling messily over their fur, just to steal a quick, vital breath and take her turn gnawing on him.
Both lovers’ bodies eventually calmed, loosened and stood weakly against the wall, not a word spoken, and none needed. With his knot now well and truly sealing her sex up for keeps, there was a deep, warm satisfaction in knowing they were bound to stay that close for some time. 
In that precious afterglow, it was the slight, miniature actions that were the most enjoyable. Mel’s fingertips breezing aimless lines through Caine’s back. Caine’s tongue gingerly prodding across Mel’s shoulder. The gentle washing of one another’s breaths into the sex-thick air around them, acting as a more effective atmospheric aid than the most fragrant wax candles or the finest incense. 
“Mmmm.” Mel sounded out with enough volume to make it clear she finally had something to say. “S-So... what’s next?” 
Caine’s eyes shot open, muscles rigid out of recognition of that tone of voice of hers.
“R-Really?!” He groaned, in deflated disbelief. 
“Pleeeeease?” 
Caine bit his lip, and attempted to stay silent for as long as he could, in hopes of giving Mel the illusion that she hadn’t already cracked like a nut. Best she not know she could seduce him with that much ease. 
“Fine...” He eventually said, though in actuality the pause was far shorter than it’d felt like in his mind. “...but at least go cowgirl so that I can lie down!” 
Mel gave a short laugh and a miniature snort, the adorableness of which warmed every nook and cranny of Caine’s being. 
“Alright, ‘grandpa’!” 
Caine let the first syllable of what was going to be a ‘witty’ retort slip past his lips before he rightfully figured out that it wasn’t the best idea to bring up the sexual performance of Mel’s actual grandpa at that point. 
“Love you.” 
Her words were so sweet and sincere that they alone added now fuel to his fires, making his cock throb once again inside her. 
“Love you too, pumpkin.” 
With that, he carried her, still leant against him and completely locked around him, to the bed. 

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Mel supposed it was strange to think of her own dad as being ‘adorable’, but there really was no other word for how he looked at that moment - laying beneath her on the bed, still panting somewhat to finish catching his breath after their intense rut against the wall, his gaze focused on her pretty young face while his hands focused on squeezing and massaging her plump breasts. 
Adorable, or at the very least, cute enough for her to enjoy letting him have all the fun he wanted with her chest, soft and satisfying to the touch as her boyfriend would also have attested. So she kept her arms up over her head, bent at the elbows to let her rake her own hands through her hair, to keep her chest freely puffed out for his groping pleasure. 
Though Mel let out a wry giggle at how obsessively Caine’s hands squeezed and hips rolled up into her from where she sat atop his groin, that knotted cock still well and truly rooted inside her, her own needs were more than obvious. Her hips hadn’t ceased to rock and roll atop him ever since they’d gotten settled on the bed a few minutes before, moving around with slight slick sound effects thanks to the utter mess that’d become of both their loins. Her breaths came stunted and shivered, at an altogether slower and more sensual pace of course, but still possessed of pleasure and passion. 
“Nngh, sweetie, you...” Caine mumbled as his fingers flicked across her nipples. “Y-You weren’t kidding, huh?” He picked his hips up from the bed momentarily to meet her grinding in kind. “Sure were... pent up, huh?” 
Mel shut her eyes briefly, both to revel in the moment and from amusement at her ‘adorable’ father’s words. 
“W-What, you complaining?” 
“Of course not!” Caine retorted, with a sly, double palmed squeeze on Mel’s bosom, forcing her flesh to spill out around his fingers somewhat. “Milo sure is missing out though, hope he can ‘catch up’ with you soon.” 
“Oh, he will!” Mel continued to ride him at her slow and steady pace, now biting her lip as a full body tingle waved through her, culminating in a wiggle in her miniature little tail. “Mmm, if anything you’re going to owe Milo, for getting to do his job for him...” 
“Fair point.” Caine nodded, shuffling slightly so that he could prop his upper body more upright on a little pile of pillows. Now that he was getting his ‘second wind’, he wanted to be ready to round off their evening right. “Maybe we’ll have to set up a double date then soon...” 
“Mnf, yeah?” 
“Yeah, and maybe I’ll let him have the rest of that night with you...” Caine slid his hands up to Mel’s shoulders. “...and your mother...” He guided Mel down to lay atop him directly, once again bringing their faces as close together as can be. “...all to himself.” 
Mel peeled her hair away from her face, sunk her hands into the sheets beneath, and smiled wide. 
“It’s a date.”