Chapter 19 Skanita left the luxurious cluster of vegetation when the sky darkened into blackness. She followed the trails of pungent musk all the way to her father, who rubbed his hind paws along the place he urinated on to spread the bitter scent of his markings. As soon as he saw her, he abandoned his duties to give her a warm, fluffy greeting with licks and rubs, just the way she liked. Skanita sunk her nose into his fluffy neck, remaining there for a few good moments before she licked him along the cheek. “Sorry for taking so long. I needed a bit of time to gather my thoughts. Mating my father is not quite how I imagined my life to be going once I became a proper female. That’s how you put it, right?” “Indeed.” The male said. “Unexpected moments like these are something you will need to cope with in your new life, Nita. As much as I wish, I cannot remain with you forever. That moment we enjoyed, well, I more than you…that’s something fleeting.” “Then I suppose we should make the best with the time we have left.” Skanita brushed herself against his side with a warm purr. Regret still had its thorns embedded in her flesh. How could she talk about enjoying their time together when half of her heart still beat in the chest of her brother? She tried to focus on Han. The cougar that was here with her. The male that smelled almost like her beloved Skan… “Stop.” “Why?” Skanita smiled mischievously. “It’s not like I was touching you down there…” The male closed his eyes, rumbling warmly as his daughter pushed her head under his jaw again. “Mrrr…I have to strengthen the scent marks, Nita. There is a time to play, and a time to be responsible. You can come with me if you want, but I cannot delay such important matters any further.” “I know. I just…” Skanita couldn’t put this simply, so she licked his muzzle a few more times to express her affections. “What we did before…can…can we do it again? Maybe slower, and softer?” The sound of her father’s breath replaced the pleasing purr that rumbled within his throat. “I love you more than anything else in this life, my Nita, but even though I promised I will do anything you ask, I simply cannot let you bear my cubs. It is not our way, for a father to mate with his daughter. It weakens the family’s name, it withers the cubs…you deserve a mate by your side. Not a brother or a father. A real mate.” “But there’s nobody else to find!” Skanita ranted. “Unless…unless you expect me to mate with that rapist that hurt mother!” The male remained impassive to her advances, but Skanita still tried to convince him of her plight, rubbing around him like a female in desperate need of a male’s affections, licking at his whiskers, tasting the warmth of his neck, even moving behind his body to take the pungent scent of his wet sheath deep within her nostrils, a smell that made her eyes unfocused and her gender moist with desire. She flicked her tongue towards his ripe sack, almost tasting it before his tail slapped her fluffy head. “What was that for?” Skanita hissed. He struck twice, thrice, four times before the young female got the message. “We cannot mate again. What happened before was weakness on my part. A mistake I will not repeat ever again.” “But…the chances of cubs are what? One in a thousand?” A wet lick over her disappointed face made Skanita shiver. “You’re my daughter. You will always be my daughter. No rules or any cougar will ever change that. You are here because you care for me, just like I care for you. And I can’t bear the thought to see you weep tears over a mistake that can be so easily avoided.” That was the first time she heard actual weakness coursing through her father’s powerful voice. It reminded her that beneath all that luxurious fur, beneath his toned muscles and impressive exterior, he was still a cougar, just like her, prone to fear, regrets, and mistakes. “What about Skan?” Skanita asked calmly, subduing the warm shivers of arousal coursing beneath her stiff, trembling tail. “He made his choice. Honestly, he should no longer be a concern to you, Nita.” “I know he left, but what if he comes back? A few days ago, he told me that we will always remain together. Days, father, not weeks or months. What…what if the stranger found him? What if he’s bleeding somewhere, crying out for aid that will never arrive? “Don’t be ridiculous. I have searched these forests far and wide for his scent. He’s gone from our lives, Nita.” Skanita sniffled. “It’s…so hard to accept that he’s gone. My brother, whom I cuddled against every night, who whispered of adventures in my ears, adventures are never going to come to pass. I miss him so much, father. So, so much…” “What?” father’s voice became sharper. “Adventures? What kind of adventures did he speak of?” “The usual.” “Hunting? Claiming a territory of his own? A female, maybe? What did he tell you, exactly? That it is a good idea for siblings to mate with each other until the female’s belly grows like a tumor?” Nita froze. “Father, that’s not-“ “You are mine, Nita, not his. Mine!” Han barked, not giving her respite to even breathe. “And I will not see my daughter with a heavy belly like some common breeding bitch. We deserve better. You deserve better, so bury whatever craves you have into the depths of your mind or I will banish you out of my home right now!” Pelting saliva assaulted her face while her father spoke and growled, snarled and talked. This was the stern male that raised her. The strong father she always looked up. She just forgot how young she still was, how inexperienced, all because of that accursed heat. “You’re right. I’ll-I’ll do what I can to…” she bowed her head, unable to even look in his fierce red eyes. “I’ll reign in these embarrassing desires. It won’t happen again. I promise.” “Good. Now follow me. I want us to enjoy this night like we used to back when we were still a proper family.” Right. Like she used to when she was an innocent cub, long before all this mating ordeal made everything so much more complicated. Skanita followed at her father’s side. Nothing changed in that regard. The landscape remained unchanged, more so when they entered back in the forested part of their territory. Above her, through the hundreds of branches that offered only a few glimpses of the night sky, the stars flickered with the same intensity she saw every night. Even the other inhabitants of the forest remained stuck in the past, the cries of a dying prey provoking nothing but an uninterested twitch from Skanita’s ears. She wasn’t interested in anything else aside from the worries that still resided in the back of her mind; thorns that pinched her whenever her mental probe strayed too close. Skanita preferred to focus on her father’s scent instead. It changed. Or her perception did. She never found it particularly enticing before, and now, after she embraced his member so intimately, after she took his seed so deep within her, Skanita could hardly control her own body. It took great strength to keep walking at his side without rubbing into his neck or touching him with her tail. He didn’t mind simple affections. Every now and then he gave in to lick her ears or nip at a whisker. The hardest part came when they stopped. Skanita found it impossible to stay still while her father marked the trees with his claws. She raked her own lines into the dirt, her instincts set aflame by the heavy musk wafting around them. She didn’t know what manner of strength she unearthed to hold her growing lust in check. Maybe it was tiredness. Or fear for the dark future he threatened her with. Perhaps even both. The journey came to an end when crescent moon joined the high stars, and with it, temporary relief from her desires. Skanita snuggled against her father. They didn’t talk much after he accomplished his goals. None of them was particularly interested in words when other feelings spoke so much louder. He yawned first, then she yawned right after him, and with their declaration of exhaustion spoken, the two cougars nuzzled each other lovingly before resting their heads on their warm paws. Skanita remained awake for just a bit, then slowly drifted to sleep, the close proximity to a strong, protective male appeasing her instincts just enough to let the young female rest. Warm shivers roused her from her slumber. She had no idea how many hours passed, or if she even slept at all. The moist touch of what seemed like a tongue bore an air of familiarity, almost like… Skanita’s eyes shot open to catch that warm tongue right where she wanted: dabbing at her entrance with the softest of licks before retreating back inside the maw like a lazy snail. The male certainly took his time, probably thinking his little tongue flicks went unnoticed. Not by her. Skanita rolled on her back, spreading her legs just slightly apart to open herself like a delicate flower before her father’s warm, perverted tongue. She still kept her eyes closed…and after a few moments when nothing but his breath moistened her gender, his tongue returned, bringing the oozing drops of the nectar that gathered upon the delicate surface of her lips back into her father’s hungry maw. Skanita’s breath tripped among the moans that surfaced from her chest. It felt so good…so filling to feel that tongue upon her pussy again. Four licks she got. Only four before he pulled back. A hiss escaped his nostrils. Then a low, rumbling growl. He was dazed by her scent. Distracted. And Skanita rolled onto her fours like a storm, expressing her heated desires through long licks of affection paired with rough nuzzles over his snarling muzzle. She went around his head, pushing into his neck, licking his sides, his legs, even inhaled the sharp scents of his obviously aroused member, a smell that made her tail tremble with utter lust. She pulled back a few moments later. As much as she wanted to taste the very source of his scent, she could not bring herself to betray her father again, heat or no heat. Skanita sat on her haunches. She looked at her father, he looked back at her, both snarling from the potency of each other’s scents. “This matter is more…difficult than I anticipated,” the male spoke once he calmed himself down. “I know…for a moment I thought you were my brother.” “He did the same? Licking you in the night when you are unable to consent or defend yourself? That evil mink…putting his tongue where no brother should.” “Father, he’s not a problem anymore. You are.” Han’s eyes narrowed a little. Skanita knew she pinched his pride a little, but she had to do that for her plan to work. “This wasn’t the only time you licked me in the night, was it?” “Grrawwwwwh…” Han shook his head. “You caught me. I have watched you sleep at first, then I groomed you, hoping that action will distract my errant mind from the appetizing scent of your heat,” the male licked his nose with obvious lust. “In truth, it only made it worse. The scent of a fertile female is stronger than flesh. Stronger than even blood. I can hold off famine, fight cougars, keep my family safe…but I can do nothing about the scent of my own daughter. I cannot stop it. I can’t ignore it. What I can do is taste you, little by little…and hope my own cravings won’t get the better of me.” “Father…if these urges are as strong as you say, don’t you think we should listen to them?” “You speak of dangerous things, my dear, innocent Nita. Please, don’t tempt me further. Not when my willpower is sacked by the desire to breed you again…” He looked at her, eyes glistening with desire. He wanted her…just as she wanted him. “If our instincts urge us to mate…maybe it is the right way to heed them.” “No. Absolutely not.” “But you want this.” “What I want, what I really need, is distraction,” he rolled onto his back rather unceremoniously with his unsheathed member throbbing so viciously before the female’s lusty eyes. “Come to me,” he beckoned with a paw. “I want you to be the playful cub I raised, not the female you became. Play with my neck. Bite my ears. Lick my paws. Do what you have to keep my mind wandering.” “I can also…” she reached with her paw towards his aroused cock. The spire angrily throbbed at her approach. A bead of fluid rolled down the flaring barbs to soak into the short fur of his sheath. “No. It is weakness to spill on bare ground. Do what I asked while I think of a better solution.” Skanita had no reservations to do as he requested. She started with his ears, playful and fuzzy, her favorite thing to bite as a cub. She took one of them inside her maw, gently nibbling on the furry cartilage while she kneaded into his neck with the soft pads of a forepaw. “That’s good. Keep going.” Skanita smiled when she noticed his member remained just as restless as before. He asked for distraction. What best way to offer that than using everything she had? Skanita released his spiky ear from her mouth, then procured the other to apply the same gentle treatment. She liked to hear him growl. Obtaining dominance over such a powerful cougar as her provider was no easy feat. “Quite enough,” the male licked her warmly along her jaw once she finished. “You might not be skilled with your claws, Nita, but your tongue, and your touch…you sure know your way to a cougar’s heart.” “Only because I know how much you deserve it, father.” Skanita returned the affection tenfold. She climbed onto her father’s belly with one of her hinds, massaging him there with her soft pads while her tongue slid around his head, tasting even the salty mucus oozing from his nose. She slowly slid over his trembling eyelids, then up towards his scruff where an ample amount of dust hid within his fur. Skanita groomed him long and hard. Only when his fur was all spiky and wet did she move down to his throat. A tongue was improper for that tangled mess of fur, so Skanita sat against her father’s chest to knead into his fluff like a kitten with her sharp, careful claws. She encountered a good number of clumps from the times he slept on the humid ground, but father was not one of those whimpery males to complain about everything. He remained still while his daughter ran her unsheathed claws through his dense fur, the strands slowly parting and reuniting at the passing of her fine claws. Skanita kept that up until her joints ached. She was relieved to hear her father utter her favorite word. Her tongue was all but ready to meet something of equal warmth and greater softness. “The others,” her pleased father pawed at her nose to point towards his hinds. “Lick them. Gently please. Try to keep your barbs for later, when I’m moist and used to your touch.” “Ticklish, are you?” She crawled back towards his tail, where his scent reigned louder than his words. “You wouldn’t believe just how much.” Han released a pleased sigh and flexed his toes in preparation for the good times ahead. To distract her own needy nose from inhaling too much of his arousing scent, the female pushed her muzzle into one of her father’s hinds, the earthy smell of his pads a welcome treat to her nose. She cleaned his pads with a few lazy strokes with the tip of her tongue, then rounded to do the same for the furred top. Skanita had a methodical approach to paw cleaning. She always liked to take her time, to taste every toe. That chance was robbed when her father kicked insistently against her maw. Skanita opened her maw to growl… Then found herself stuffed with a most unlikely meal. The rough fur of a paw wasn’t exactly pleasant, rubbing around the roof of her mouth like coarse sand, and she barely had room to move with those spreading toes occupying her entire maw. “Suck on it, just like your mother,” her father’s jaws trembled with excitement. “Lick everywhere. Leave no spot untouched.” The smaller female bowed her head in understanding. She started with his toes first, carefully passing her barbless tongue tip under the unsheathing claws. Her father was just like her, always loving to grab and knead into things when licked. So Skanita carefully maneuvered her way between each toe to avoid getting pierced by the sharp tips of the hook-like claws. She rolled her tongue from toe to toe, tasting everything there was to be tasted, then pressed against the central pad to clean it too while streams of saliva washed back and forth between the cougar’s flexing toes with the help of her fleshy tongue. Skanita swallowed the amount building up within her maw, then quickly moved to his claws. The tips could easily harm her, so treated them with the tip of her tongue, cleaning around and under them while she grazed the impressive toe claws with her teeth. Her father’s growl lengthened. He pushed his dripping paw out, urging Skanita to claim the other. She repeated the entire procedure slowly and carefully, unknowingly stirring the blissful male far more than she initially intended. “Mrrrawwwrrrr!” Han trembled as he fanned his toes within the wet confines of her maw, exposing the full length of each claw to her tongue. Skanita licked their sheaths, then followed up to each of their lengths. Once she reached the curved end of her journey, she bathed the sharp tips in her saliva before she started grazing on them, two at a time. Shudders passed through the male’s leg. She could feel them thrumming within her maw just as clearly as she smelled the increasingly potent musk of his cock, up until a squirt of warm fluid latched onto her fur. Skanita spat the paw out, watching her father’s toes curl hard inwards as his member oozed two more strings of a suspiciously cloudy fluid. “I can’t…mraarrrr…can’t hold it off.” The cougar writhed, jaws trembling with the might of his eager, unspent passions. “I tried, Nita, but the heat of your tongue…you are the living image of your mother.” “Father, I’m sorry if I-” “Oh, enough about such pesky regrets. Take me inside your beautiful jaws. All of me!” he thrust his flaring erection towards the female’s twitching nostrils. “It’s better to release inside a maw…than to fill your belly with my cubs. That’s not… how it should be.” Skanita’s mouth watered at such delightful opportunity. Oh, how she craved for a moment like this to happen; a moment when she’d finally wrap that twitching pole within the suckling coils of her tongue. The opportunity to drag the same cock that sired her into the depths of her maw and feast on her father’s potent cum until she squeezed out every last fertile drop out of his perky, beautiful ballsack. “No…” a paw kicked her away as she moved in to inspect the precum soaked treat. “My sack…Start…start with my balls. I want you to feast on my scent…in the same way I feasted on yours.” To lick the allure of his fertility straight from the source, uninhibited, unjudged by her stern father? Skanita almost doubted the reality of the situation until he insisted with a sharp, urgent hiss. The female immediately dropped on the cold ground, not even minding the chilling effect it had on her flushed pussy lips. She pressed her belly against the ground to make herself comfortable, then placed a paw over the base of her father’s tail to keep it in place. Only after these base preparations had been made she dared to press her sensitive nose against his hefty sack. The fur was rough, much rougher than the spheres hiding within. Skanita nuzzled into them, amazed by how firm they felt. They played around her nose like two slippery orbs as she rubbed them from one side to the other. How strange that these two seed-bringers enticed her senses even if they carried no particular scent of their own. “Is that good?” She draped the smooth tip of her tongue over his perky balls. “Y-yes, yes,” Han kicked around her neck. “Clean them.” And so she did, until something pushed her attention down to the puckered entrance of his tail. The smells surrounding her father’s tailhole almost dazed her with their ferocious intensity. The musk was strong there, even stronger than the fluids of his cock. Skanita quickly moved back to his sack to poke one fruit with the tip of her tongue. The slight taste of urine hung about them, but it was normal after hours of ceaseless marking, and, after a few thorough licks, the fluff of his balls became just as clean as his paws. “More,” the male growled out. “Lick with the barbed part of your tongue. I’m feeling a little itchy after all that teasing you’ve put me through.” Skanita nodded her head and broadened her strokes into long, enveloping strides. She passed from one sphere to the other, leaving a wet combed trail in her wake. She kept that up for about a dozen strokes before her father pushed his sack between her lower canines. Skanita took only one sphere inside the wet confines of her jaws, cradling the orb between her teeth, suckling on it as gently as she could to avoid damaging the precious contents that hid within. She did the same with the other, and when her father kicked her again, she took both of them inside much to the cougar’s growling delight. His member tensed with a ripple of passion, then shuddered as his muscles tensed all at once. Three pelting strings of precum shot out of his bloating cock to wet the fur around his lower belly, including Skanita’s nose. Lust overpowered her senses. She saw nothing before her eyes but her father’s eagerness to cum, his cock wet, eager, begging to be tasted. The female opened her hungry jaws just enough to let her tongue poke through. She touched the member, and when she felt it throb with such strength, such mad desire to unleash its life-giving essence, she wrapped her tongue around its form and took it all in, wet tip, flaring barbs, soft flesh and everything else that she could suck on. “Grraaarrrr!” her father’s bitter growl washed through the surrounding darkness of the forest, strong and raw, yet not more pungent than his taste. His liquid musk filled Skanita’s entire muzzle, the taste of strength, of fertility, and most of all, warm, delicious seed. The female moaned in the depths of her throat as she slurped at the heated cone that throbbed between her lips, caressing its tensing surface with her soft tongue, brushing with her barbs…she didn’t care how she got to touch her father long as she feasted on his delightful, masculine scent. After all, she had been waiting for this over a long period time. His smell teased her throughout the entire night, and now, when she could finally taste him, Skanita suckled on his rod with all the lust she could muster. “Too good…it feels like…sky above, I think I’ll-“ Han growled his way through shudders of pleasure. He throbbed, harder and faster. A paw came crashing down on her head, and the cougaress’ instinct to growl only opened her maw to the rest of the male’s equipment. The balls she smothered earlier now slid inside her mouth too, pushing the barbed member into the top of her maw as her nose pressed hard into her father’s musky groin. His muscles turned to stone. Hard, ruthless shivers coursed through his flesh. Skanita saw his toes flare, his head slamming into the ground as his maw shot open with roaring intent. She knew what was going to happen, and she definitely was not prepared for the suddenness of his release. The first spurt shot so hard against the roof of her mouth, it split his seed into numerous shards that pelted the insides of her mouth like rain. Some latched onto her tongue, others dribbled out of her maw, and a few wicked ones tickled her throat enough to trigger her coughing response in the worst possible moment. “Mrooaarrrr!” the male roared with utter abandon. Stream after stream of warm, viscous seed erupted from his tensing malehood, and all Skanita could do was cough on the ridiculous amounts of the white stuff pouring inside her maw. It was so much, and with her throat contorting against her will, she could barely use her tongue to block the virile streams. Three came before her coughing reflex stopped. Once she regained control, Skanita pressed the male’s quivering balls tight between her fangs to seal the flow of cum inside, then tried to direct the spurts towards the sides of her mouth where she had a chance at swallowing all that fluid. Maneuvering around a spitting member was a hard task with such a pent-up male. Her father craved hard for this moment, offering the biggest batch of cum she swallowed so far. Skanita pushed her enveloping tongue against the pole, the pole throbbed back in return, and the amount of viscous essence was not getting any lesser. Skanita panicked. She tried pushing herself away from that spitting menace, only to have her father’s claws press into the back of her head. He held her there with all the strength he could muster, trembling and growling in the midst of his pleasure. He was not about to relinquish his shelter. Not when he had a tongue rubbing around his cock and fangs to cradle his twitching ball sack. The female did all that she could to cope with the load. She wanted to enjoy the fertile streams coursing through her father’s flesh, to savor the smells of his seed…but the fear of choking kept her from her own moment of pleasure. The seed pooling inside her maw was thick, hard to swallow, triggering her very will to survive until she finally wrestled her father’s paw off her head. Skanita’s maw pulled back, unleashing a riptide of milky essence upon her father’s groin, then taking several ropes of heated fluid on her head as his cock spat back with vengeance. The end of his climax was sudden, and messier than Skanita ever expected. She opened her eyes to clumps of fur and small puddles of ivory essence inhabiting her father’s naturally light colored belly. “Arrrr,” she pulled her lips up. Now that she could smell his fertile essence, she wanted nothing more than to taste his life-giving seed upon her tongue. “I’m sorry…” the male’s paws twitched with weakness. “I lost control again. I should have…grrrr…held on for a couple more moments. Give you time to prepare, before…” “We can do it again.” Skanita smiled. “This time I’ll know what to expect.” “Of course, daughter…but for now, you know what to do.” A good daughter would never leave her father messy, so Skanita put her tongue to work, feasting on her father’s essence, just like he asked her to in the beginning. She hadn’t stopped until she cleaned every bit of seed from his body. Then, she snuggled against him to be bathed by his tongue as the male carefully cleaned her tawny head of his own milky produce. After the grooming rituals had all been taken care of, the cougars settled down to rest. Sleep came hard to her with the taste of male seed fresh upon her lips. Skanita knew what came with the dawning of a new day. She couldn’t just waste the time with further games or delays. Not when this was probably the only chance she would have to mate with her father to her heart’s liking. He was precious to her now, much more so when her brother vanished from her life in the blink of an eye. The young female waited until he fell asleep, then crawled over to his backside to take in his scent again. She savored the taste of his balls too while she was at it. Anything that could keep her mind anchored in the present worked. She even licked his sheath a few times, tasting the wet tip of his protruding penis, though such actions stirred the heat beneath her tail far too much to keep doing it constantly. For better or worse, she had to contain her excitement until a better time arrived. Morning found her cuddled against her father. She woke up with her face towards the rising sun, swishing her tail with eager excitement as her parent blinked his tired eyes. “I felt your tongue on my backside throughout the whole night,” the male nuzzled against her neck. “Try to keep away from our genders next time. We males are just as sensitive as you down there, heat or not. Something you should keep in mind when your mate returns home from the same set of duties.” “I don’t really care about a future that might not even happen…” Skanita said curtly. “Might not?” Han eyed her with suspicion. “Tell me, sweet daughter. Do you plan to live your life in solitude?” “I don’t have to. Not when I have my father to provide me with everything I need to be happy.” He chuckled at that. “You still have so much to learn.” Skanita kept her eyes on the horizon, barely sparing a glance at the larger cougar. Where was her brother? Could he have found a female to love, perhaps more than he loved her? Her claws dug into the soil. The notion of seeing her brother with another female made her feel rightfully angry at the way he abandoned her. No farewells. Not even a sign of his intentions. He just…vanished. “What are you thinking of, my sweet Nita?” Han’s voice was a few pitches below her brother’s, and, although during an ordinary day she would’ve been irritated by his commanding voice, right now she was pleased to have at least him by her side. “Time. If you want me to be more precise, the time we have left to play together,” Skanita dashed a lick over his lips, looking into his eyes. “We deserve as much. I know mother won’t mind if you teach me further on how a female should mate.” “She might not. I certainly could not care less if I had your youth. But your body will undergo visible changes if my mature seed finds purchase in your belly,” the larger male gently exposed his daughter’s belly to the whims of his tongue. “I cannot allow my cubs to grow within you, Nita.” He said after a few long licks across her womb. “Each moment we spend teasing each other increases the probability of this horrifying scenario.” “So what do you want me to do?” She hissed, angry at his refusal. Just like her brother, he put his own worries above hers. “I can’t just lick myself. I tried that. My tongue never smothers my need in the same way your seed does. I need you here, with me, father. I need you back inside me…” “What you need to do is find a mate of your own before this need drives us both to do something stupid.” “Really? You’re sending me away? Wasn’t it enough that my brother left? I should leave too?” Skanita turned her head away from him. “That isn’t what I meant.” “It’s what you said though! If…if you wouldn’t have put your damned cock inside me I wouldn’t think of it all the time, but it happened. We mated. And now you prefer to have me suffer because your principles are far more important than the well being of the daughter you said you love.” “I do love you, Nita. With every fiber of my heart. Listen. What I said about finding a mate is still a few months down the line. Your heat will subside in a couple of days, but when it comes back, it might be best to leave, Nita.’ “What if I don’t want to?” she stubbornly clung to her own sense of pride. “I don’t want to throw myself into the claws of a male I might not even like. I love you, father!” “The feeling is mutual, my dear Nita. I will provide you with everything, just not with cubs.” “But I love you! Isn’t that enough to change your mind?” Skanita blurted out. “I love you too, daughter…and that is why you have to resist these urges.” Her paws fell around his silky neck. Then her father turned around, brushing her off as if she was nobody. He planned to leave her alone, just like her brother did. Skanita’s limp paws fell back on the ground. Of course. Why would he be different? They were of the same blood, Skan and he. “Please…” she pleaded with a soft voice. “Don’t just turn your back on me like Skan did. At least…lick me one last time. I want to…to feel your warmth again, beneath my shuddering tail. Just this once.” Surprisingly, her father agreed with that simple request. Skanita swiftly jumped back onto her fours, tail lifted, looking with gleaming eyes at the majestic form of her father that walked around to inspect her from every angle. She shuddered when his warm breath fell upon her bare, twitching pussy. Han took in her scent through a few hungry whiffs, then pushed his tongue upon the source of her greatest need. With slow, gentle pokes, the male dabbed at her twitching sex, puffy and sensitive thanks to her heat. Skanita mrowled, scratching lines into the dirt as her sex convulsed with spasms of pure pleasure. It felt so incredibly good to get what she wanted. The fear of losing Han in the near future, knowing that no other cougar could touch her like Skan or her own father did right now stirred the young female like nothing else. She knew this pleasure was finite, and because of that, Skanita planned to enjoy every lick of it. With a shuddering growl, Skanita pushed herself back into his muzzle, encouraging him to feast on her squelching flesh. Drops of her abundant lubrication splattered down Han’s feasting maw. The male twisted his head this way and that to add motion to his licks, which made Skanita squirt endless amounts of her fluids upon his messy lips and clattering fangs. “Mrraawwh!” Han pulled back to snarl with lust. “Was that one of them?” Skanita nodded her head erratically as her pussy quivered with spasms of gushing femcum. Han pushed his muzzle back in, then licked her orgasm in all the ways she wanted, until her tail arched along her back and her legs trembled with the strain of another release. Skanita barely managed to stay on her fours when his barbs scratched the gentle surface of her gates. That great force that gathered within the depths of her pussy felt similar to the need to urinate, only infinitely more intense due to the hungry tongue lapping at her spasming muscles. With a howl of pure pleasure, Skanita squirted a second, more voluptuous wave that fed her parent with over seven spurts of female fertility. Only then, when she was completely satisfied, did her cunt stop twitching, leaving her father’s chin wet with slimy arousal. “Awwwwrrrhhhh,” he rumbled as he licked her juices off his soggy lips. “Another orgasm and I would’ve undoubtedly wet the soil with my essence. Are you satisfied, my daughter?” Skanita’s tongue rolled between her lower fangs. She was panting. Panting for more. And her father failed to understand why as he came to cuddle with her. “I gave you what you asked for,” he said, confused as to why Skanita kept looking back over her shoulder. “One last mating. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you this day.” “No.” he stated sternly. “You wanted my tongue, I gave it to you. That concluded this ridiculous bargain.” “Please, father. I’ll lick myself clean so that not a single drop of your seed will get inside my belly. Then-then I’ll wash myself in the river. Cold is the enemy of seed, right? Didn’t you tell me how it withers and dies in the coldness of winter? Of how you bathed in the river to avoid leaving our mother heavy with cubs when-“ “Enough of this nonsense, Nita. My affairs are completely unrelated to this matter. I gave you pleasure. Why do you keep stepping on my toes?” “Because licking is not mating. Let’s do it in the tail if you’re so afraid of putting cubs in my belly,” Skanita said, desperate to feel her father’s strength bloom within her body once again. That took the male by surprise. Han blinked his eyes several times, and even then he had issues voicing out his thoughts. “Nita…I hurt you the first time. Do you really want me to do the same? Inside an even tighter place? There’s no lubrication in there to protect you against my barbs.” “Mate my tailhole.” Skanita dared him on. “We talked about this, Skan and I. I want to know how it feels.” “Yes, but you’re a female. What if you won’t enjoy this? I won’t hurt my own daughter just because she wants to play games.” “Please…” she stared in the loving yet determined eyes of her parent. “One mating. That’s all I’m asking for.” The male released a grave sigh. “A quick one. And if you still refuse to behave appropriately, I will have no choice but to educate you into how to suppress these urges. Do you consent with my demands?” Skanita nodded her head in understanding. She could barely hold her paws still as she settled into the standard mating position. His front paws came on either side of her shoulders. A few licks over her nape calmed her down enough to stay still. Within a moment, she felt his hinds crouch down to lessen the distance between their tails. Skanita felt his tailbase rub against her own, shortly before his hardened flesh poked for her tail. She lifted it as high as she could… Then shuddered all over when her dear father pushed himself not into the moist heaven that was her pussy, but the tight, puckered ring that led into the depths of something stranger. Skanita gritted her jaws when his warm meat entered her passage. She expected pain. His barbs caught onto her flesh in a similar way during her first time, yet now, everything seemed to be a lot more intense in the absence of lubrication Skanita tightened her jaws. She couldn’t growl. It was unfit to complain. She asked for this, after all. But his member was not getting any wetter. The throbs surging through his cock betrayed her flesh with the false promise of release, and though his tongue ran along the nape of her neck, Skanita shivered not from the pleasure of having her father inside her, but from the pain his barbs caused, counting her heartbeats to take her mind away from the agonizing jolts that came with each thrust. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of back and forth thrusting, it came. The shudder that preceded the moment she had been waiting for. Her father tensed like a spring within her, then pushed himself as deep as he could to unleash his sorely needed seed within her aching tailhole. Skanita growled with sheer need when that happened. His calming essence fell like a blanket over her irritated flesh. Within two potent spurts, her pain was gone, replaced by a fiery hazard of intense pleasure. Skanita thrust herself against her father. She pushed, pushed, pushed into his spasming member until the male finally picked back his pace, thrusting in and out of her tail in the midst of his ejaculation to rub those delightful barbs along her cum flooded passage. The sensation felt beyond her imagining. It was raw, potent, strong, making her moisten harder than she ever did before. Skanita’s third climax rushed over her like a storm. She growled even louder than her father, pushing her head back to encourage him to hold onto her nape tight with his trembling jaws, only…he had no strength to do so in the midst of such an intense fit of ejaculation. Instead of licking, the cougars put up a yowling serenade, growling their mutual love as they soared over the peak of their bliss together. The pleasure soon dulled its edge. The two cougars remained locked together, knowing full well what would happen after they broke their union. Skanita stared at the brightening sky, and so did her father, resting his larger head on top of hers. The time to pull out from this serene dream would soon be upon them, but until that moment came, they could enjoy another lick. Another touch. One last squelching throb that tied them together in a way only a father and daughter could ever understand.