[b][u][center]A Deserving Daughter For Antithesis By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Heat season was unbearable for any female, but particularly for those that liked to have a clear head. Shayla was one of those, and she didn’t have the same resistance to it that an older female might have had. Having only gone through a few, the young Rottweiler was not prepared when she was hit with it and had no real medication, distraction, or method of dealing with it… Except one. Shayla watched her father far more intently that day than usual, watching him as he cooked breakfast, staring at him throughout the football game in the afternoon, and peering at him over her book as he continued to work in the garage on the car. The muscle-gut Rottweiler never seemed to notice her attention or her heat - the latter mostly because she was swimming in perfume - but she noticed him. And she thought...is incest that bad? There were multiple ways around it, really, her rationalizing mind had said. She could use one of his condoms that he had for the lady friends that he occasionally called over after work. She could pull off. She could go and find a place to get the morning-after pill. There were a hundred different options that she could avail herself of. Because with the way she felt...avoiding sex was not an option, and compared to the heat in her belly, incest was not so great a shame. So, Shayla did what any woman would do. She took some of his sleeping pills, dissolved them in some soda, and then waited for them to take effect. She watched her dad get loopy during his comedy shows, then helped him upstairs to bed, all the while swearing that there was no way that he could miss the constant swirl and squelch and squish of all her juices in the three layers of padding that she kept in her panties. It was a miracle that she was able to keep her hands off him as she helped him up the stairs. The fact that she was able to toss him on the bed and [i]not[/i] immediately jump his bones was a testament and a half to her determination. The ropes, however, were the greatest challenge. He was asleep. He was knocked out. He was completely, totally dead to the world. Shayla groaned, feeling the desperate need to just unzip him, suck him until he was hard, and then start riding him, but she was still smart enough to know that if he woke up, he wouldn’t let her continue. She couldn’t let him stop her. She couldn’t. So, the ropes. Her hands shook like a junkie waiting for their next fix, her body shaking and her breath coming in short, swift pants. It was hard for her to see, her head bobbing up and down, her nose filled with the increasingly obvious smell of him. Her dad. Her father. The one that got her mom pregnant. The one that had raised her. The one that had - [i]Nnngh, stop it. Stop it. Just...tie...the damn...rope…[/i] Shayla did it with one last grunt of annoyance and need, then finally stood up. Her clothes didn’t matter anymore, and she didn’t care about wearing them again. She ripped them off with the ferocity of a feral, her breath coming faster and faster. Her breasts, a bit small for her species but still sensitive, rose and fell with a light jiggle. The gray-ish fur along her back became whiter towards her belly, and her pussy… God, her pussy was a mess. It was drenched, completely soaked, the fur down there hanging down and dripping like she’d just gotten out of the shower. She couldn’t help herself as she fell to all fours, pulling herself up between her father’s bound legs. [i]Don’t need to get his pants off. Just unzipped.[/i] She did just that, her hands shaking worse than ever. She swore that she was going to wake him up by the vibrations alone, but she eventually managed to fish out his dick. It was half-hard already, which was good. A good seven inches, enough for her tastes and beyond. She grabbed it tightly, squeezing it to the point of throttling it at the base, and dragged the head against her tongue. “Mmmph...mmm…” He was sweatier and muskier than she’d like, but it didn’t matter. It was cock. It was male. That was enough. She sucked on it a few times, dragging his shaft in and out of her mouth until it was a good bit harder than it needed to be. The Rottweiler dragged herself forward, sliding her pussy against his cock. The shaft seemed to throb in response, his body giving her permission even if he couldn’t. [i]Oh god...give me…[/i] No condom. No time. [i]Just pull off when he’s close. You can do that. You can do that.[/i] Shayla lifted her hips, rubbing the opening of her pussy against her dad’s dick, and then...pushed down. The feeling of him sliding into her was like nothing that she had felt in years. Not since she lost her virginity to a dildo had she felt that sort of shock run through her. Not in pain, but in pleasure. He was nicely thick, his cock throbbing inside of her, warm and rigid and oozing from his own excitement. But it could be harder. Desperate for that, she rubbed down around her pussy lips, getting as much of her juices as she could, then leaned forward. Her fingers darted over her father’s nose, rubbing the pheromone-laden gunk around it, and almost instantly - “Mmmph!” He grunted in his sleep, his cock immediately twitching inside of her. He was so much harder, veins popping along the sides of his cock, and she bit her lips to hold back her moan as she felt it almost seem to swell in size. Yes, that’s what she wanted. That’s what she needed. The Rottweiler lifted herself up, feeling his cock scraping against her inner walls again, rubbing at her pussy in such different ways. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets at the soft relief that this was giving her, the reminder that full relief was on its way if she just kept pursuing this need of hers. She slammed down, hard. Half-worried that it would wake him up, she didn’t slow down. She kept riding, bringing her hips down again, and again, and again, slapping her soaking crotch against his. He didn’t stir. He snored. Her dad just...snored as she was fucking the living daylights out of him. In another time, it would have been almost hilarious. Now, it was just relief, relief that he wouldn’t know what she was doing. [i]Smart enough to earn this...smart enough to get it...give it to me, daddy...give me your cock…[/i] Unable to bring herself to say such things, she still thought them, still savored them as she bounced up and down, riding his cock with everything that she had. Every time that it bottomed out in her, she felt her pleasure rise again, and every time that she slid up to the tip, there was some small voice that told her that she needed to stop before she lost every bit of control. That voice got quieter and quieter every time that she ignored it until there was nothing left of it. Riding him with abandon, the young female rested one hand on his chest and the other on hers, fondling herself, squeezing her breast as she shoved her pussy back against his cock again and again. He was getting stiffer, the head of his cock swelling in the way that males always did before their discharge. [i]No, no, not fair...not close enough...not yet…[/i] But if she kept riding, if she kept fucking him like this, he was going to blow inside of her before she was able to cum. If he came, if he filled her up… [i]Just do it faster. Fuck yourself, get off. No cum. No cum.[/i] Shayla whimpered as she lowered her hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit desperately, hoping that maybe, maybe she could get herself over the edge before her father went over his. Just one orgasm. One. That’d be enough to get her through the night, enough to keep her from opening Fuckbook and looking for someone - or some pack - that would treat her like a bitch all night long. [i]Just one…[/i] The Rottweiler got more and more frantic, riding her father like he was nothing more than a dildo beneath her. His breathing was a little faster, but he was still fast asleep, still tied up like a complete toy. Just...a bit...more… Suddenly, he grunted, his hips twitching in his sleep. Shayla gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt the first warning pulse through his cock. [i]No, so close! I can’t...I can’t…[/i] She needed to get off, needed to get off his cock, needed to cum, needed to get off… Needed to get off… Unable to help herself, unable to deny the orgasm that had been building up, she slammed herself down. The first splatter of seed inside of her fulfilled the chemical imbalance that heat created, the need to get bred meeting the way to get it done. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her mouth fell open with a blushing moan. And it was a loud, loud moan as she came, spasming over him, clenching on his cock and milking it for everything that it had. She wanted him to fill her in that moment, her clever brain overwhelmed with the possibilities of pleasure now that she had his cock inside of her. Drowning her heat. Drowning her need. “Mmmph...Shayla?” And just then, drowning her with worry as she looked down and saw him opening his eyes, blinking away sleep. Maybe she hadn’t calculated the dosage of sleeping pills quite right… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]