Story by Custos
(Original posting 19 December 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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Aegileon prize: The Warmest of Holiday Wishes

Askedavi is staring down at the cup of coffee in his hands, alternating between his beverage and his young son sitting opposite of him in the booth. There is an uncomfortable silence between the two spotted hyenas, which the little boy alleviates by tapping his spoon against the glass of his hot cocoa. Eight years old and fully aware of the rift between his mom and dad, which had culminated into this awkward situation. Into the divorce.

The diner is decorated festively, it being the day before Christmas. Outside, adults are hurrying along to get some last holiday shopping in, a sharp contrast with the silence inside between father and son. Askedavi’s expression is a little sad, the handsome hyena having reached the ripe age of thirty-five. He and his wife had been together for a very long time, even before they got married. They both couldn’t have been happier when Astor was born, the handsome young boy sitting right in front of him. But sometimes, due to no fault of anyone in particular, people just… drift apart. It would be this family’s first Christmas without mom and dad together. She’s got her new boyfriend and Astor will join them for New Year’s, Askedavi got Astor for Christmas. He doesn’t have a new partner yet, as the wound is still far too fresh. How his ex-wife could pick up a new boyfriend in such little time is beyond the hyena male, but he genuine wishes her the best.

When the server comes along to top off Askedavi’s coffee, he politely declines. Astor is leaning against the window, supporting his cheek with his hand as he looks at the families passing by. Both his mother and father had a few conversations with him, the first ones together, trying to explain a few things. How it wasn’t his fault whatsoever and that they both still loved him as much as they always do. It’s difficult to explain grownup problems to an eight-year-old, and Astor had rejected their arguments completely at first. But as time went along and his mom actually moved out of the house, reality set in and the boy learned to adapt. It still sucked, though. For an eight-year-old he did try to be supportive of both his mom and dad, and his mother’s new boyfriend. Still, it is hard.

“Hey bud, what’s bugging ya?”

Askedavi smiles meekly at his son, trying his best to put on a cheerful face. Astor seems to awaken from his revelries and stops tapping his glass:”Oh. Nothing, dad. Just thinking.”
The adult spotted hyena sips his coffee and tries to steer his beautiful son’s sad mind into another direction:”Are you curious about what Santa brought? Those presents under the tree look awful big!”
The father’s tone of voice is secretive and conspiring, which elicits a smile from Astor as he rolls his eyes with a chuckle:”Da-ad. I’m not six anymore. I know it’s you who puts the presents under the tree.”
Lifting his cup of coffee to his lips and darting his eyes cartoonishly back and forth, Askedavi plays indignant:”Moi? I have no idea what you’re talking about, young man. Better not let Santa’s spies hear you, or they might eliminate the ‘troublemaker’!”

Astor giggles again, drinking up his hot cocoa as his father too finishes his drink. Askedavi pays the waitress and the two pack up their gear, walking into the winter’s frost, snow freely falling from the sky as lights twinkle everywhere. The cold darkness of the season is setting in early, the colourful and bright decorations holding it at bay as the streets are filled with last minute shoppers. Askedavi looks down at his son as the boy holds his dad’s hand, the innocent youth not aware of his pondering and just looking around at this and that. The spotted hyena male’s heart breaks for his son. He tried not to overspend on gifts, as it is not his intention to simply bribe the boy’s sadness away. That doesn’t work, anyway. But Askedavi’s at a loss on how to help Astor. The best he can do is simply be there for his son, so his mother had said on the phone from warmer sunnier places. Advice he’s intending on honouring, especially tonight.

The two stop in front of a toy store, the windows displays full with wonderful contraptions like Ferris wheels and little trains driving through festive miniature towns. Christmas music is playing through the streets and both hyena males’ feet are deeply buried in the snow. Askedavi doesn’t even realise that he’s observing his son instead of the displays until Astor turns to look at his father, looking curious. His dad offers a smile, which the boy responds to in kind before the two of them continue walking on home.

Back at home, Askedavi slips into something more comfortable, which means an ugly Christmas sweater and nothing else. His ex-wife and he had never been prudish and Astor was raised freely, but Askedavi discovered the pleasures of nudism after the divorce when he no longer needed to be presentable to a partner. Astor had been curious and even joined him on a few occasions, but he never pressured the boy. Astor is allowed to walk life at his own pace and follow his own interests.

The adult spotted hyena turns on the colourful lights of his truly awful holiday-themed sweater, his plump sheath framed snuggly underneath and his hefty set of balls dangling just below. The wool of the garment bulges out a little as Askedavi has developed somewhat of a dad bod since a he passed the thirties. It never bothered him and Astor likes his father’s soft tummy as it makes for a better pillow when they watch movies together.

The boy doesn’t even bat an eye when his dad reappears in the living room like this, Astor simply asking:”Dad? Can we watch a Christmas movie? They’re playing ‘The Grinch’ in a little bit. Askedavi simply nods and sits himself down on one end of the sofa:”Sure, bud. We can watch movies, play games. Whatever you want tonight, alright?”
Astor nods and grabs the remote, seating himself on the other end of the couch as he flicks on the television. Askedavi feels a little sting as his son sits so far away from him, but he chokes down his feelings with a sip of eggnog. The father however shouldn’t have worried, for with every passing minute Astor scoots just slightly closer to his dad. As if he doesn’t want to admit needing the physical closeness, like a big boy, yet facilitating proximity in a very non-subtle way.

Eventually, Astor is lying against his dad and resting his head on Askedavi’s firm round stomach, his eyes still glued on the television screen. A happy smile curls around Askedavi’s lips in an unguarded moment, reaching his hand to stroke his boy’s mane. God, he loves his boy so much. He quietly hopes that Astor knows that, whatever happens. Whatever has happened. The boy’s fur is a creamy complexion with darker reddish mixed in, spots adorning his shoulders and hips. Just like his dad’s, just on a smaller scale. Beautiful amber eyes and a cheeky fang sticking out from his upper lip. Fit and athletic, about waist high compared to his dad. Astor is a beautiful boy, and he’ll be quite the heartbreaker in a few years. Boys and girls will be lining up for his attention, if he is anything like his old man when he grows up.

Without even realising it, Astor snuggles lower down on his father’s taut belly as he watches the movie, his warm breath rolling down upon Askedavi’s groin. The plump sheath swells up a little, a hint of pink peeping out of the black lips of the adult hyena’s furry package. Askedavi isn’t paying it much mind, aside from basking in the warm feelings his son’s breath over his penis is generating in his tummy. Astor, however, is sneaking many glances at the emerging lipstick from his dad’s sheath. The boy’s always been a daddy’s boy, slightly clingy even, and has always had a fascination with his father’s naked body even before Askedavi started being a nudist after his divorce. Using any excuse to walk in on his dad showering, usually pretending to need the toilet. Sitting on the bathroom vanity as his dad trimmed and shaved his fur. And in recent years, helped pluck stray grey and white hairs from the adult male’s fur.

Astor reaches an arm around his dad’s groin and behind his back, effectively locking the adult spotted hyena in a tight hug as he rubs his cheek into the softness of the ugly Christmas sweater. The back of his arm firmly presses against the warm wet surface of his father’s emerging canine penis, the boy’s heart pounding harder as he realises this is the closest he’s ever gotten to touching his dad’s penis. Askedavi flinches slightly but relaxes again just as quick, setting down his eggnog and stroking his son’s mane:”That’s a nice hug, son. You alright, bud?”
Astor’s eyes flick back up to the movie, scared that his dad may shoo him away if he realises the boy’s true curiosity:”Uhu. Sure, dad. Just… it’s a little quiet here without mom. If she were here, she’d be talking all through the movie.”

Askedavi chuckles, knowing full well what his son means. His ex-wife would pay the movie half a mind, get lost on the plot, and then start asking questions and start commenting on anything that would happen. The adult spotted hyena tries his best to reach his arm around his son’s lean torso and pull him against his stomach in a tight hug, giving Astor a squeeze:”Yeah. She would have. I suppose from now on I’ll have to talk and hug for two, eh.”
As the hyena father squeezes his son tighter, the tip of his exposed pink canine penis is pressed more tightly into Astor’s arm. Askedavi can feel the boy’s heartbeat increase rapidly. And so does his heartbeat. The thirty-five-year-old has never looked at his son this way before, the boy’s features reminding him very much of himself when he was that age. And of his mother. Both of their best features poured into one beautiful little creature, his handsome little Astor.

The little boy’s angelic voice is soft and perhaps even a little cautious, just murmuring:”I like hugs, daddy. If that’s okay.”
Askedavi gently grabs his son underneath the armpits and raises the little eight-year-old pup up next to him on the couch, the boy looking a little confused and wary as he looks at his dad. The adult spotted hyena quickly puts his son at ease:”Of course, it is. Sweetheart. Daddy loves you very much. And you can have all the hugs you want, alright?”
Astor immediately leans forwards and into Askedavi, clutching his dad tightly as he nuzzles his little muzzle in the scruff of the adult spotted hyena neck. The boy doesn’t say anything but Askedavi senses his son’s fragile emotional state. And to be honest, he has to push back to keep his eyes dry as well.

Father and son sit on the couch, Astor straddling his daddy’s lap as they hug tightly, the movie long forgotten as the two seem to reconnect on a deeper level. Heal together. Askedavi’s paw gently strokes up and down the boy’s back, slipping his hand underneath his son’s t-shirt to make direct contact with Astor’s skin and fur, adding more intimacy to the act. Whether it is the eggnog or the fragile emotional deep connection between the two, Askedavi gently draws his son back a little and looks into the cute eight-year-old boy’s eyes. Their eyes meet, a sniffle audible as the father detects tears in his son’s eyes. His expression softens a little, stroking the back of his boy’s head, murmuring:”Daddy loves you, buddy. I would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

Astor sniffles some more and nods, trying to avert his eyes to keep his dad from seeing him cry, but Askedavi gently grasps his son’s cheek and leads his gaze back to him:”Anything, son. Anything.”
Before the adult realises what he’s doing, he leans forwards and presses a gentle kiss on top of his son’s lips. Askedavi immediately rebukes himself and draws back, eyes wide. It had been a reflex. His boys looks just as vulnerable and beautiful like his ex-wife did when she’s sad. The adult’s body had reacted completely on its own and had responded in the way it knew would soothe her best. The father’s terrified eyes try to spot confusion and anger in his son’s expression, but Astor shows nothing but sadness still. Perhaps a little bit of surprise too, but not the revulsion the adult had expected. Before Askedavi can draw back further and sever the connection between him and his son, Astor meekly asks:”C-can I have another, daddy? Please?”

As Askedavi considers how to tell the boy how inappropriate it is for a father to kiss his son that way, the sheer vulnerability and need for affection in Astor’s eyes paralyses the thirty-five-year-old dad. The spotted hyena only manages to utter a soft sigh, already finding his face drawing closer to his son’s again as their lips meet once more. The adult closes his eyes, trying to set aside that inner voice telling him how wrong this is, focusing on being gentle and accommodating to his son in need when he suddenly feels the boy’s arms encircle his neck again. Astor leans closer into his daddy, embracing him tightly as he reciprocates the grownup kiss fully. Askedavi’s heart is pounding in his chest and he can feel his son’s is doing the same, their heartbeats synchronising and slowly rising together, as if hand in hand on this forbidden adventure between father and child.

Slowly, Astor withdraws from the kiss and gently pants in soft huffs against his father’s lips. The boy’s forehead touches Askedavi’s, the pup positively nuzzling as this time it’s his father’s turn to reciprocate, a low and pitiful whine escaping the adult’s lips. Astor is fully lying on top of his father’s taut belly, only in this moment becoming acutely aware of the warm moistness seeping through his pyjama pants as he presses into his daddy’s impressive erection. Their crotches are aligned as the boy is straddling his father’s lap, and Askedavi can feel Astor’s cocklet is stiff as well through the thin layer of fabric, both firmnesses gently rubbing against one another as his son starts to slowly grind back and forth against him. One belonging to a thirty-five-year-old father, the other to his eight-year-old and very affection-starved son.

- “S-son. Bud. I don’t… You don’t have to-“
Astor just hums in acknowledgement, pressing his cheek into his father’s muzzle in response, continuing to grind into his daddy’s groin and making his own feral canine cocklet twitch further and further out from his small sheath:”Uhu.”
Drunk on loneliness, love for his son, and a hint of eggnog, Askedavi relents and gives in fully into the moment. Screw tomorrow. Tonight is theirs and theirs alone.

Askedavi’s strong arms reach around his son’s small frame, gently taking hold of his precious boy as his muzzle puckers and he starts placing small little kisses all over Astor’s cheeks and face, working his way to the boy’s neck. The spotted hyena boy’s tail wags profusely, high-pitched whining escaping his lips as he presses himself as tightly into his father’s body as he can manage, grinding his small groin into the adult’s exposed throbbing canine cock:”Ngh. Daddy. M-more. Please.”
Askedavi breathes warm waves of breath over his son’s neck and throat, gently unbuttoning the pyjama top as more of the eight-year-old’s boyish chest is revealed to his needy eyes. His beautiful son’s body, laid bare piece by piece. Perfection incarnate.

The adult spotted hyena pulls off the boy’s pyjama top and gently places his palms on Astor’s chest, making the boy squeak as he gently squeezes the tiny pectorals:”My boy. You’re so beautiful, son.”
Askedavi closes his eyes again, riding the wave of love and lust for his eight-year-old son, pressing his strong muzzle firmly into the boy’s meeker smaller one. Within the same firm movement, his broad flat tongue darts out from between his fangs and lips, gently prying in between his son’s and being granted access by the needy little boy. His son’s flavour is youthful and sweet, innocence washing over Askedavi’s tastebuds as he holds the back of Astor’s head to keep him firmly locked in the very adult and very inappropriate incestuous french kiss. His other hand is slowly unbuttoning the boy’s pyjama bottoms and working the piece of garment down and off his son’s hips without Astor even noticing, their hot red rockets making contact and rubbing against each other in a passionate intimate dance.

Still maintaining the deep kiss, both parent and child swirling their flat pink doggy tongues over each other’s, Askedavi gently guides his son to the side and lays the hyena boy down on the soft sofa. Not breaking the connection between their muzzles for even a second, the strong and slightly muscular father with his taut dad belly now leans over his son, hunching his precum-oozing feral canine cock into Astor’s nearly identical little one. The furry covers of their sheaths roll up and down their sensitive pink shafts, making both adult and pup groan and moan into each other’s mouths, saliva dripping everywhere as they struggle to maintain their deep suction onto each other. Astor’s mind is blown, his youthful immature brain overloaded with so many new and overwhelming pleasurable sensations, all originating from his daddy whom he loves so very deeply. He’s craved his father’s love, especially since the divorce, and though never in such a way as he’s experiencing right now, he never wants this moment to stop. He’ll do anything for his daddy to keep kissing him and grinding his big wet willy against his’.

Finally, Askedavi draws back from the deep kiss with a loud inhale of fresh breath, Astor doing the same as both their bodies and minds are granted a short reprieve. Father and son find each other, eye to eye, as they both pant and recover with the adult’s fat dog cock still draped over his son’s smaller one, spritzing precum like crazy. Astor’s eyes speak of deep trust and love, of surrender and submission. With all his body, he’s begging his daddy to continue. To do more. To show him so much more. Askedavi’s voice is low and raspy, still very riled up but slightly worried:”Are you okay, bud?”
Astor nods, his long hyena ears flopping a little and his mane sticks to his forehead due to their combined sweat. Askedavi smiles, his voice more confident now:”Want to continue?”
Again, Astor nods, a small cheeky grin curling the corner of his lip, making his father fall even more in love with his son if that were remotely possible. Askedavi’s smile grows even broader, the father leaning down to nuzzle his son’s nose, pushing his warm shaft over the boy’s smaller one onto his stomach, murmuring sweetly:”Whatever you want, we can do, sweetheart. All you need to do is ask.”

Slowly, Askedavi crawls down his son’s lean and fit body, pressing kisses from the boy’s lips into his neck, his tiny nipples, down his torso, and finally on top of the child’s small erect penis. Astor lets out a loud audible gasp, stars in his eyes as the touch of his father’s lips to the pointy tip of his feral-shaped dog penis causes his young brain to short-circuit. The adult male spotted hyena grins, his fluffy tail wagging lazily from left to right as he acknowledges the pleasure his action caused his eight-year-old son. He blows hot air over the boy’s little penis, causing Astor to moan and giggle, placing his large paw on the tiny knotty still hidden by its sheath. In one swift swoop, the caring father closes his eyes and opens his lips, slipping his son’s small erection smoothly inside of his muzzle whilst simultaneously drawing back the boy’s sheath for the very first time. A beautiful pink knotty is revealed to the world, Astor’s body convulsing in ecstasy and not even noticing discomfort from drawing forth his knot, throwing his head back into the sofa and pushing up his hips into his father’s muzzle:”Ngh! Ah! Daddy!”

Askedavi has to restrain his young son’s writhing body with one arm whilst his other holds Astor’s small penis up for him to suckle on, the boy wracked with uncontrollable urges and spasm as he babbles nonsense and utters random sounds as he experiences the first blowjob of his young life. Given so lovingly by none other than his sweet daddy whom he adores.

The room is bathed in the twinkling lights of the Christmas decorations, the television has gone to sleep and the only other natural light comes from the crackling hearth proving warmth. Gently, Askedavi releases his son’s penis from his muzzle, savouring his son’s flavour as he slowly lifts the boy up into his arms bridal style. The adult’s erection is bobbing angrily in front of him as the spotted hyena carries his little boy over to the soft rug in front of the fireplace, gently laying him down and offering his son a moment to recuperate. Astor’s little penis is twitching violently, though, due to his young age not a single drop of precum jets up from its tip just yet. The boy clings to his father’s chest and neck, even after being laid down, his young lips seeking his daddy’s once more and Askedavi gladly indulges his son’s request.

Askedavi lies side-by-side with his son in front of the warm flames of the hearth, grinding his hips and cock slowly into the boy’s form as they mumble and murmur sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Astor telling his father that he’s the sweetest and the best daddy in the world. Askedavi replying that Astor is the best son a father could wish to have and that his daddy will always love him, no matter what.

The adult hyena is surprised when during their cuddling and kissing, his son’s small fingers venture out and grasp his big throbbing canine shaft, giving it a squeeze. His chest swells in pride when Astor proclaims:”It’s so big and warm, daddy.”
Askedavi’s cock lurches in his son’s grasp when Astor then asks:”Can I try it too, daddy? Can I suck your weenie?”
The hyena father gives his son another kiss on the forehead:”Of course, sweetheart. You can suck daddy whenever you like, okay?”
Astor nods and Askedavi changes his position, rotating around so that his penis is within reach of his son’s face, and vice versa. Sensing the hesitation from his boy, perhaps a little bit intimidated by his father’s size, Askedavi starts suckling Astor’s cocklet once more. He relishes in its pure and sweet innocent taste, flashbacks of experimenting with his male friends in the woods when they were younger firing back from deep within his memory. He smiles around his son’s stiff little canine penis as he contemplates how wonderful those memories are in hindsight.

Astor is presented with his father’s thick pulsing feral-shaped penis jutting out from its fat sheath, the bulb of the male’s knot still hidden by the furry cover. The boy’s small fingers glide over the warm and sticky surface of his father’s shaft, gently squeezing and sliding up and down its length, exploring it curiously. After such a long time of being curious and interested in his daddy’s cock, he finally gets to see and touch it up close, though he’s never realised that’s what he actually wanted to do with it all along. A deep gratitude wells up in Astor’s chest and he leans forwards to plant a sweet little kiss on the pointy tip of his daddy’s cock. He can hear the adult spotted hyena moan and subtly thrust his hips forwards into him, reassuring Astor that he’s doing a good job and boosting his confidence. Slowly his pink little tongue explores the warm flesh of his father’s erection, swirling around the base where it sticks out of its sheath and then all the way up where his lips enclose the pointy tip to gently suckle.

Askedavi is lolling his tongue out of his muzzle as his body receives the innocent tokens of prepubescent love and lust from his eight-year-old son, the adult much taller than the boy and thus he’s able to bypass Astor’s cocklet and spread his legs a bit wider. Astor gasps in surprise, his father taking the opportunity to sink more of his adult penis inside the child’s muzzle, when he feels a warm wet tongue lap deeply into the crevice of his bum. Askedavi hums contentedly, causing his tongue to vibrate and massage his son’s sensitive virginal sphincter as he laps at it:”Good boy. Such a good boy. My sweet Astor.”
Astor is overcome with love from his father’s praises, and immature lust from his daddy’s tongue worming inside one of his most private of places. Askedavi’s cock pulses nearly painfully, spritzing jet after jet of watery precum all over and into his eight-year-old son’s muzzle, making the pup suckle and lap like a boy dying of thirst in the desert.

Slowly but certainly, Askedavi’s tongue slips deeper inside his preteen son’s virginal ass, the boy’s tail wagging uncontrollably as the father relishes in the innocent flavour of his boy. So pure and sweet. So clean. So… wonderfully Astor. He couldn’t possibly love his son more than right here in this moment. And he hopes Astor feels the same, wanting nothing more than for his son to need his father’s affections just as much as he needs his boy’s. Askedavi’s tongue swirls around inside the small boy’s innards, finding the firm little nub that is his son’s prostate, and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it with vigour. Astor wriggles and writhes once more in his father’s embrace, his lips halfway down the adult’s fat cock as his mind goes blank in immature pleasures.

Askedavi then withdraws his tongue with a slurp, slowly drawing back his cock from his baby boy’s lips and observing the panting horny little boy in the light of the fireplace for a moment. His youthful lean and fit body is panting, his mane sticking to his forehead as his creamy fur with darker red patterns and spots contrasts in the flames’ luminance. His cocklet is beautiful and cute, throbbing wildly near his daddy’s face whilst his tiny pucker winks in excitement, Astor’s youthful body inviting for more on instinct. Askedavi places a tender kiss on his son’s buttock before getting up on his knees, repositioning his son onto his back in front of him in the light of the flames:”Son. Sweetheart. Daddy wants to… If you’re okay with-“

Astor’s eyes meet his daddy’s, the panting eight-year-old hyena boy smiling mellowly and clearly in a haze of boyish immature lust:”Uhu. It’s okay, daddy.”
Askedavi smiles but tilts his head, gently masturbating his pulsing cock as it leaks out copious amounts of male excitement down onto his son’s body and fur:”You know what daddy means, right? Daddy wants to…”
- “… to give me a hug like when you did with mommy. I know, daddy. To make the sex, right?”
Again, Askedavi has to chuckle a little as he gently rubs his son’s lean stomach, contrasting his dad bod’s tummy greatly:”To *have* sex. Yeah. It may hurt a little at first, bud. Just tell me when to stop, okay?”

The boy nods, seeming a little impatient as he lifts up his legs to his chest and exposes his winking anus to his daddy, wiggling his butt a little in a tease. As if to say without words:”I know. Just do it already, daddy!”
Askedavi’s heart is pounding in his chest, his one hand firmly massaging his cock and already he feels he needs to hold back or he’ll suffer premature release, his other hand holding his son’s legs up:”Okay, bud. Slow and steady.”

With the softest of touches, Askedavi’s pointy canine tip makes contact with his eight-year-old son’s hot sphincter, the tight little ring winking as if to welcome the very penis with which it was once created. Slowly and teasingly for both parties, the father hyena slides his hot red doggy cock through the cleft of his son’s buttocks and over Astor’s cute little balls, the little sac jiggling with excitement as the boy whispers:”Hurry, daddy. Hurry.”
Askedavi bites his lip, mentally having to hold back as the sheer urgency in his little boy’s voice nearly made him explode all over Astor’s small body. After a few agonising seconds of pacing himself, the adult male points his tip towards its mark, smoothly sliding the head of his penis inside the velvety soft ring of his son’s ass.

Astor coos out in boyish wonder and amazement, his father’s rimming having stretched and lubricated him for this very moment, and the pleasure of feeling his daddy’s hot pulsing flesh sink inside of his small body far outweighs any discomfort their size difference may have caused at this moment. Askedavi’s body is trembling, his heavy balls swaying between his strong legs as they ache to come to rest against the wagging tail and plump soft buttocks of his son. Slowly, more of the spotted hyena father’s pink feral penis sinks inside his preteen son’s cute bubble butt, until the lips of his sheath meet the hot anal ring of his boy’s sphincter. The heat of both sears into father and son’s minds, Askedavi and Astor moaning loudly and lewdly alike. The father keeps pushing inwards, Astor groaning a little as his father’s size finally starts to become very noticeable, though he bites through because he wants to be a brave big boy for his daddy.

Slowly, the adult’s sheath is peeled back as more of his cock buries down inside his son’s tight ass, when suddenly the hot bulb of his knot blocks any more progress. Askedavi’s tongue lols out and he leans forwards over his son for another deep intimate incestuous kiss, his little boy’s cute feet paws resting over his hips as they twitch in Astor’s convulsions. Their muzzles locked together and their bodies bathing in the light and warmth of the hearth amidst the festive Christmas decorations of the living room, the hyena father slowly starts fucking his little son’s ass properly. His feral canine cock slides smoothly back and forth through the eight-year-old’s anal passage, Astor moaning lustfully into his daddy’s muzzle as his little tongue swirls around his dad’s broad flat one. The little boy can feel the power and might that still resides in his daddy’s body, the round tummy of his father the only place with excess mass and yet it also feels firm and muscular in the moment.

Askedavi’s heavy balls swing back and forth, bouncing against his son’s buttocks in a lustful playful dance, their forbidden incestuous union for none other to experience but father and son. Their little secret. Their wonderful little secret. With each thrust into his son’s warm and tight tail hole, Askedavi feels the burning need in his loins grow. The instinct to rut and mate and breed. To couple and lock his bitch to his loins, ensuring impregnation and preventing rival males of supplanting his seed. No, his son’s wonderful sweet little body belongs to none other than him. Astor is his special little boy, and he’s gonna make sure there will never be a doubt in his son’s mind about that ever again!

Astor notices his father’s thrusts are become rougher, more wild and primal. Their muzzles are still locked in a kiss, and even that gesture becomes more aggressive, the older male’s eyes burning into his with a deep passion and desire. A glint of his sweet caring father’s nature in there, as if to say:”Hold on, son. Be brave for a moment. Daddy needs to do this.”
In response, the boy’s body and mind reacts as well, as if instinctively responding to the dominant mate’s rhythm of the wild. Astor curls his toes and his body spasms rhythmically, as if a female going into labour. His anal passage tightens and widens, milking his father’s shaft urgently, but more importantly it tries to relax for what is to inevitable come.

The slamming of his father’s knot into his buttocks becomes agitated, nearly frustrated, like a feral dog in heat rutting his bitch with no patience whatsoever. Their bodies are rippling in tune with each other. Push and pull. Tighten and relax. A deep growl bubbles up from Askedavi’s inner core and into his son’s muzzle, Astor finding that his dad is lightly biting down on his tongue. Holding the boy in place with his whole body, his legs, his hands, and his teeth. His mating partner is staying put for what is to come.

A powerful slam into Astor’s backside and tears are welling up in the boy’s eyes as the pleasurable pain of his dad’s knot forcing itself through shoots from his tail hole up his spine and overloads his brain. Askedavi’s eyes roll up into his skull, his sheath drawn back as his sensitive bulbous knot is freed from its prison like a titan from its godly cage, ready to wreak havoc upon the world. The father’s knot seats itself deeply inside his son’s spasming body, the poor boy’s anal ring closing tightly behind it as Astor convulses in pleasurable pain. Jet after jet of thick hot liquid male essence is injected deeply into the boy’s bowels, Askedavi releasing the kiss with his son only to sink his teeth into the boy’s neck like an animal in rut. Astor cries out and clutches his daddy’s neck and shoulders, his little legs cramping around his father’s hips as his spasming anal passage eagerly receives the incestuous gift from Askedavi’s loins:”Ngh. Ah! D-daddy!”

Wave upon wave of thick creamy fatherly semen floods the eight-year-old’s body, soothing the pain and discomfort the bulbous knot’s entry caused, Astor’s vision turning black as his youthful little cocklet spasms in his first ever powerful dry orgasm.

Astor is aware of the warmth and the cosiness he finds himself in, slowly drifting back to the waking lands as he is acutely aware of his father’s scent. The same scent he experienced when he nuzzled into his daddy’s leg and crotch at younger ages, as well as the more potent newfound essence that decorates his innards and saturates the air in the festively decorated living room. The eight-year-old spotted hyena boy slowly opens his eyes and finds himself being rocked back and forth in his father’s arms, sitting in the adult’s lap still in front of the fireplace. Askedavi notices his son is awake and gently kisses and grooms the boy’s mane with his tongue, nuzzling him:”Welcome back, son. You had a powerful orgasm there, buddy.”

The little boy winces as he clenches his tail hole, finding that his daddy’s knot is still firmly seated inside his tiny bubble butt and still pulsing as it pumps spurts of cum deeply inside his son’s body. Askedavi embraces Astor a little tighter once again, gently rubbing the pup’s back:”You gave me the most wonderful gift a father could want, son. Thank you. I hope you liked it too?”
Astor senses his daddy’s voice trembling a little, the question asked in masked nervousness. If he could purr, he would, and he snuggles into his daddy’s chest as he returns the tokens of affection by grooming his father’s fur with his tongue as well, planting little kisses everywhere:”Uhu. I love you, daddy.”

Askedavi smiles as he rocks back and forth where he sits, patiently waiting for his knot to shrink in front of the fireplace with his son locked onto his lap:”That’s a relief, bud. We don’t need to do this again if you don’t wan-“
Immediately Astor pipes up:”No. I want to, daddy. It feels nice. Can we please do it again? Please?”
Hearing the need and excitement in his son’s voice is all the answers Askedavi needs and he grins as he can feel his cock swell up again inside his son, making the boy coo out in immature pleasure:”Of course, buddy. Whenever you want. Daddy loves you. Merry Christmas, son.”
- “Merry Christmas, daddy. Love you too.”