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Feral wolf dad x human (fif)teen daughter (because it’s smut, I ain’t gotta explain shit), oral incest. If you’re into that, enjoy! If not, heck off and maybe the next one will be more your speed ^3^
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“Daddy, have you seen my phone?” 
Cain lifted his massive wolf head from the arm of the overstuffed couch where he lay with three legs curled under him, the fourth paw prodding at a large tablet pc. The feral surveyed the room with a sweep of his huge muzzle. “You left it in here on the end table, Tiff,” he called out toward the hall.
	A messy, dripping mat of strawberry blond hair poked out the hallway, then swished around and flopped back, revealing Tiffany’s pale, freckled face. The redheaded human stepped into the living room, toweling off her hair fresh from the shower and dabbing drips from her pale blue halter top and khaki shorts. “How’d I leave it in here? I thought I brought it in my room last night,” she said, tossing the towel over one shoulder and pushing her hair back out of her face. 
	The wolf shrugged, leaning forward to greet his daughter with a quick affectionate lick to her hand. “How should I know? You’re fifteen, nothing you do makes sense to me,” he quipped, flicking his tail. “Good morning, by the way.”
	“Good morning, Daddy,” she replied in her soft, almost melodic voice, her eyes rolling only a little. She rubbed over his long muzzle with one hand, pale fingers almost vanishing in his plush brown fur. Stepping past him, she picked up her phone and dropped onto the couch next to him, sprawling out on the remaining space - not that there was much. She lay with her right arm curled up and over his hip, thumbing through her phone.
	Cain crooked his head to look back at the girl. “Comfy back there?” He shook his head and went back to his tablet, claws and pads  typing out a work email with surprising dexterity.
	Tiffany wriggled down, making herself comfortable. “Mmmhm!” She hummed from his rump, using her free hand to stroke Cain’s tail.
	He grumbled and growled softly as she dug into his hip bone, until he kicked out his back legs, left leg sprawled over his daughter’s lap, and rolled more to his side. “Hey quit that back ther- ow that’s my kidney that bony little elbow of yours is digging into!”
	The girl giggled and stuck out her tongue, but swapped phone hands and stretched her arm out over the wolf’s back instead. “Better?”
	“Better,” agreed Cain shortly, trying to get back to work.
	They lay in the quiet morning of the cozy country house, cool autumn breeze blowing through the open windows carrying the scent of freshly fallen leaves, the only sounds the wind,  quiet blips and blorps of the touchscreens, and the rush of air drawn in and forced out by the wolf’s lungs.
	After a while, Tiffany’s phone beeped and buzzed. “Oh crud, Sarah canceled on me for today!” She slumped a little, tapping out a little sad face emoji before setting her phone aside with a resigned huff. “Well there goes the day,” she said, her earlier energy deflated. “Guess I’ll just die.”
	“I’m sure you can find something else to do with your day besides wasting all my money at the mall with your friends,” Cain said, not looking up from his tablet. “For one thing, your laundry hamper’s been full for the last week, and it’s frankly starting to stink.” He sniffed the air, and wrinkled his nose with a growly grunt. “Never thought a human could smell worse than me after rain…“
	Tiffany groaned and flopped into his side theatrically, burying her face in his long, soft fur. “Nope, dead,” she said, muffled into his hip.
	Cain rolled his eyes and gently kicked at her. “Come on, you’ve got things that need doing. You’ve got that history paper due on Thursday I know you haven’t finished, there’s dishes in the sink-”
	“Can’t hear you, dead!” Tiffany called into his side, limply flopping her limbs around his kicks.
	Cain ignored her and kept going with his list. “-the trash needs to go out, the whole house needs vacuuming… oh, and the bathroom is-”
	“CAN’T. HEAR. YOU!” She huffed into him, then groaned and sat back up, pouting. “I really was looking forward to today. I haven’t seen her since she moved…” She sat slouched, elbows on knees and chin in her hands. “I’m really bummed… we were gonna hit the nail place and splurge on massages and stuff… after that freaking test yesterday and the presentation and that ASS JEFF-” She grabbed a pillow, clutched it to her chest and screamed into it.
	Her father craned his neck around to regard her, his ears folded back and a small whine in his throat. “I’m… sorry, Tiff, I didn’t realize you were so worked up… you’ve been hiding it well, so it never really… registered . Um..” He jumped down from the couch - though with his size, it really didn’t change the height of his head - and sat in front of his daughter, laying his head in her lap and nuzzling her gently. 
	Tiffany sniffled, then bent over to wrap herself around her father’s head, nuzzling her pale cheeks between his ears, almost totally buried in him. “I’m okay Dad, just... really stressed out. I’ll be okay, I just need to unwind.” She sighed, gently stroking her pale fingers through his thick fur.
	Cain huffed, tail waving at the pets despite his efforts at self control, and nuzzled her thigh. “Well if you’re not expected anywhere today... “ he trailed off and prodded his nose against the crotch of her shorts, looking up at her with a wolfy grin, tail wagging.
	The little human girl blushed and squirmed, biting her lip. “W-well… I was thinking about it when I woke up… I just didn’t want to… I didn’t want anybody to notice,” she said, cheeks pink.
	“Mhmm. I can see how you might find it awkward to explain to your friends,” he cleared his throat and attempted an imitation of Tiffany’s voice, “‘oh the funny walking? Yeah, Daddy fucked me senseless, like, an hour ago!’” He chuckled softly.
	Tiffany grinned back and flicked his ear, then reached down to undo the button on her shorts. “Like I’d tell them. They’d be jealous, and I-” she lifted her hips to tug the shorts off her butt, her little white panties curling up on themselves and coming off with them, “-want you all to myself!”
	Cain snapped at them and swung them away, then dove his face between her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart. His cool damp nose pressed into her warm damp sex, and he huffed a huge lung full of her young, freshly washed pussy and growled softly. “Mm… if you didn’t have to be in public, I don’t think I’d let you wash,” he said, and before she had a chance to reply his tongue shot out and slurped sloppily over her tight little slit.
	Tiffany groaned in delight, falling back against the couch, little legs wrapped around her father’s head as his tongue lashed her slit like a man dying of thirst. “Oh god… that tongue…” she murmured softly, hips wriggling slightly under his oral assault. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips into a small ‘o,’ hands making a mess of her father’s dense brown fur, clinging to him. Coos and gasps left her lips, back arching and falling back, chest heaving faster and faster, her sounds growing in pace and pitch until she bit her lip and squealed.
	The wolf took his cue and drove his broad, thick tongue between her folds, slamming it into her tight canal and stretching her open wide. Tiffany howled out, hands grabbing hard at his head and pulling him against her as her pussy spasmed and clenched on his tongue, a rush of honey-sweet girlcum soaking her father’s maw. Slowly, he pulled back, curling his tongue to catch as much of his little girl’s fluids as he could, dragging out the tail end of her shivering orgasm, her slim body shaky. She opened one eye and licked her lips, dried out by her panting breath, and shook gently from head to clenched toe, feeling every muscle tense and slowly unwind as she came down from her oral induced high, until Cain slipped from her nethers and lapped gently over her slit and thighs. 
	“Ooooh… gosh, Daddy….” Tiffany trailed off, letting go of his head and slumping into the couch again. She held her breath a moment, then forced herself to breathe evenly, slowing her heart back to normal pace. “Yeah… yeah no way I’m sharing you,” she said, giggling weakly, “even if you do exhaust me.” With a last low shivering exhale, she slid down the couch and laid out on her back, hands resting on her belly, eyes closed. 
	“I appreciate that. I’m not sure I could handle more than one teenage sex drive in the house at a time,” Cain said wryly, chuckling to himself. “I hope you’re not planning on taking a nap now, sweetie,” he said, nosing the girl in the arm before hopping up on the couch and straddling her.
	“Aww can’t a girl get a quick nap after sex?” She pouted, then opened one eye. “OH hello,” she said, staring at the heavy vieny crimson wolfcock hanging over her face, the tapered tip almost touching her chin. Cain shifted his paws a little, and Tiffany felt the soft plop against her forehead of his fat, meaty balls, hanging low and heavy. And full. “Well,” she reached one hand up and gently lifted his balls off her face and let them drop aside, “I guess I can push through without sleeping…” She leaned up and kissed his shaft, giggling softly, then said, “but lay down, I don’t want you destroying my throat. Again.” 
	“Sorry sweetie,” Cain said sheepishly, “you’re just so… well... And I get carried away,” he humped the air a few times for emphasis, his balls loudly slapping his daughter’s head.
	“Ow, jesus, stop that!” Tiffany batted at his nuts until he yelped and hopped the couch, saying, “you’re gonna give me a concussion with those freaking wrecking balls!” She rubbed her head and prodded him with a foot until he laid down and rolled over to his side, then slid down off the couch to lay beside him, her head between his legs. “Now hold still,” she ordered, wrapping one tiny hand around his eager cock and tracing her thumb along the thick pulsing veins. For a few long moments, she just gently cupped and felt it, drinking it in with eyes and hands - his length too much to hold with both hands, girth too wide to close her slim hands around. The deep crimson red color, shot through with a network of purple, some visibly pulsing with his heartbeat, all leading up to his narrow, spoon-like tip, and the little hole there, already collecting a small pool of cloudy fluid. Her fingers moved over it, almost reverent in their attention, feeling over the bumpy, slick, almost scalding hot slab of her father’s maleness. 
Cain huffed, his tail swishing on the carpet, suppressing the urge to hump into her small cool hands, though he couldn't help but clench and make his cock jump and spurt a little jet of pre across his daughter's arm.
The heat on her arm broke her daze, her face shifting from worship to lust. She lifted her arm to her face and lapped over the streak, her eyes locked with her father's until she heard a tiny whimper. Grinning, she returned to his cock, one hand gripping it gently, the other slowly stroking down to gently finger over his already swelling knot. Both hands worked him fully out of his fuzzy sheath until she could get a few fingers cupped behind his knot and squeezed gently. 
The wolf panted and rolled his head back into the carpet with a low, pleasured growl. His tail slapped against the floor and his forepaws wriggled out until he found her leg and hugged around it. “Ungh… Tiff you… wonderful, evil tease,” he huffed into the floor while his hips rocked agaisnt her body. 
Tiffany kept her hands steady - no matter how Cain moved his hips or twitched his canid cock, she kept her hands set, stroking him exactly as she wished - in full control. In slow, gently twisting strokes, she worked his cock with her right hand while her left squeezed and teased at his ever-growing knot. Every few passes of her smooth, cool hands over his hot, semi-rough length, she dipped down to plant a long, slow slurp from his knot to his curved tip, leaving a fresh thick coating of spit to lubricate her practiced technique. “Shush Daddy, I know you love it,” she said softly, giving his tip a little suckle to silence any rebuttal. 
Cain painted harder, the floor creaking under the arhythmic beating of his tail. His whole body trembled, putty under the gentle ministrations of his daughter’s hands. He shut his eyes tight and pawed at the floor, fighting back the already growing pressure in his aching nethers. Too soon! But she was so damn good with those hands and that tiny wet little mouth of hers and- Cain snarled and shook from snout to tail, his thoughts swimming.
With a devilish grin, Tiffany snapped her hands back, leaving her father gasping and thrusting into empty air. “Not so soon, Daddy…” she giggled, sliding her hand back to his balls and taking hold of them gently. Hot and heavy, each filled her little hands, nearly rivaling his knot for size. Their soft fuzz tickled her face as she moved herself in and slurped one into her mouth with practiced ease, hefting the other in one hand. Her tongue swirled over his fat nut, pressing it to the roof of her mouth and compressing it lightly, until her father whined, then relaxed and she turned to sucking on it. In her other hand, Cain’s ball rolled and slid between her fingers - a squeeze, a tug, pressing up against his taint… the wolf drooled onto his daughter’s leg, cock soaking everything near it. She popped off one testicle, licked up his length once, slowly dragging her tongue over the tip to savor the musky, salty taste of pre, before she slurped up his other ball. This time, her hand returned to his cock, stroking in time with her tongue on his nut, alternating pressure across her fingers. Cain groaned, his heavy flanks trembling, fighting the overwhelming urge to just knock her over and rut her maw - to just take her and make her his bitch. 
Feeling his body tense and writhe under her, Tiffany pulled off his balls to bring her mouth to slather his cock in spit before grasping it with both hands and jerking him expertly. “That’s it Daddy… come on...don’t you hold back on me,” Tiffany rocked her whole body with his, hands gliding in high gear on his dripping cock and baseball of a knot. She leaned over to whisper in his ear in her seductive voice while she gripped behind his knot hard,  “I haven’t had breakfast yet, Daddy… you’re not gonna leave your baby girl hungry are you?”
Cain howled out, hips bucking enough to knock Tiffany over, though her hands never left his throbbing, jerking cock as the first shot of burning, watery wolf spunk blasted across her chest. She dove back into place just in time to wrap her lips around his tip for the second jet, swallowing greedily as her father’s cum flooded her mouth, soon overflowing and bursting out her lips to splash down her body. The wolf kept howling and snarling through his orgasm, humping against his daughter’s iron grip and pumping his load into her belly, her tongue and hand teasing out every drop his eager balls had to give, until his bestial grunts faded down to panting and groans, and his rapid-fire spurts slowed to a regular pulse. Tiffany pulled off his cock, swallowing a last mouthful and gasping for air. She caught her breath through cum-soaked lips, then positioned her face below his leaking cock and let go of his knot. A last howl accompanied a final flood of cum, spilling down and painting her face. 
 Tiffany collapsed to the floor in a small puddle, her halter top see-through with the sea of cum glazing her upper body. Cain turned his head to look, then growled low and rested his head on his paws, smiling and enjoying the sight of his daughter soaked in cum, panting, with her soaked, recently tongue-fucked teen pussy on display. 
“Better Daddy?” Tiffany sat up on her elbows and wiped the cum from her face, one eye shut under a thick glob.
	Cain made an affirmative grunt and stood, turning around to lap up his cum from his daughter’s face. “Much. Now,” he gave her a little cheek kiss and wagged, “you said something about breakfast?”
	“Oh god…” Tiffany clutched her gut and shook her head, “hell no… I don’t wanna puke up puppies.”
	Cain chuckled. “How about another shower then?” he asked, prodding her with his nose.
	“Ahhh finnneeee,” Tiffany stroked her father’s snout, sticking out her tongue, “But… maybe in a couple of minutes?”
	The wolf nuzzled into her chest and started lapping her clean. “Agreed.”