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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Claire_Novak
  Character:
      Castiel, Claire_Novak
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Watersports, Golden_shower, Omorashi,
      Unbeta'd, Freeform, Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, PWP, PWP_-_Porn_Without_Plot, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-27 Words: 1600
****** Golden (W)hole ******
by Sincest_(Popsackle)
Summary
     The title is a terrible pun and I apologize.
     Cas and Claire are in an established relationship. Her age isn't
     mentioned here, but I'm tagging for underage just in case that's how
     you imagine her. She is supposed to hold it in while getting Cas off
     and meets her edge.
     Not beta'd yet.
Claire raised her head off Cas’ dick, her lips shining wet with a mix of her
own saliva and his precum. She trembled, one hand wrapped around his cock.
“Please,” she whimpered breathlessly. “Dad, please. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he said, determined but soft, and reached down to brush the
golden locks out of her face and cup her cheeks. “Just a little longer, baby.”
“No, Daddy, I can’t. It’s—Oh God.” She dropped her head and squeezed her thighs
tight together, crossing her legs, with her ass still held high. A few, single
drops escaped her, rolling down her thighs and into the folds of her knees.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Cas whispered, stroking her face. “Hold it. Try to hold
it.”
“It’s so hard.”
“Alright. Come here.” He extended a hand to her, letting her take it, and
pulled her closer until she was over him. “Hold it,” he ordered again, his
voice soft but determination in his gaze. She knew the look. He’s always had
it, ever since she was born. She remembered the same look from when she had
only been a toddler and he potty trained her. It was the same look and the same
tone. Softness and understanding his voice, letting her know that there was no
failure in trying her best, but determination and firmness in his eyes—the same
blue eyes she had inherited—that let her know he believed she could do it, that
made her know he really wanted her to manage it. A firmness she was always
eager to please.
“Try to hold it,” he said again, and cupped her hips, bringing him higher over
herself. His hands—big and callused as ever—carefully wandered down her smooth
thighs and to the front. His thumbs slipped between her thighs. “Can you do
this?” he asked with a challenging look. “Can you spread your legs for me and
still hold it in, baby?”
Claire only whimpered in response, her hands curling to fists against his
chest. She bit her lip, holding herself back from a desperate cry, as Cas’
thumbs slipped between her thighs and moved them apart.
“Daddy,” Claire whimpered, feeling another few drops escape her and drip down
onto her father’s lower stomach.
“Shhh,” he said, rubbing her belly with a gentle hand. “It’s all right. Just
try to hold it.”
“Oh god, it’s so much,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “Please, Daddy, I
need to go.”
“Wait for it.” He grabbed her flat hips again, thumbs running over her hip
bones and eyes fixed on her full, pink lips. He guided her downwards, her hips
back to his hard cock, standing tall and straight towards his beautiful
daughter.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked, running his hand up and circling her full
breasts. “Don’t you love how full you feel?”
She nodded hurriedly, her mouth standing open and her cheeks flushed.
“No,” he whispered, as Claire bent over, back arching over him. One hand held
her hip, the other ran through her hair, holding her to his chest. “No, Claire
baby, feel it. Feel how filled up you are.”
“But I can’t hold it anymore,” she whined.
“Don’t think about relief, think about how full you are, please. Isn’t that
what you always wanted? Fullness? Completeness?”
Claire took a deep, long breath, closing her eyes. Pushing herself up, a smile
curled around her lips. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Oh god, that’s so good.” She had
barely spoken the words, when a thin, short trail of warm, golden pearls ran
down her thigh and onto Cas. “Oh f—I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he assured her, stroking her back with one hand. “You enjoy the
fullness.”
Again she nodded and swallowed. “But it wants out.”
“Just wait.” He moved his hips up a little. The head of his cock brushed
against her, his precum mixing with her wetness and warmth. Claire moaned,
jerking a little against him, her muscles clenching even harder than she knew
she could.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, stilling the slightest bit over him and looked down at
him. “I can’t—“
“Feel even fuller?” he prompted her, arching a brow, and again the mischievous
smile tugged on his lips.
Claire exhaled a shaking breath, understanding what he was getting at. Slow and
careful not to relax her muscles the slightest bit as she moved, Claire lowered
her hips back to him. Cas offered a hand, helping her guide himself into her,
where he belonged.
Claire’s lids fluttered as she sank deeper down onto him. With a moan, she
threw her head back, struck with the fullness of ever inch of her body, feeling
as if she should have burst minutes ago, yet still managed to hold it somehow.
Feeling as if for the first time she was truly whole, ever hole that had
lingered in her body filled with something warm. Feeling as if she was in
perfect control for the first time.
A moment long they only sat like that, with her on him, and him inside her, his
hands resting on her hips and hers on his chest. Cas stared up at his daughter
in amazement and she looked back down with a smile and blushed cheeks. He could
feel single drops run down the base of his dick when she briefly relaxed to let
him inside. He drew a deep, careful breath, calculating his every move.
Cas shifted his hand around her hip. He brushed a thumb over her clitoris,
drawing another moan from her. Claire reared up, a shiver rushing down her
spine.
“It’s really bad, Dad.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered, carefully brushing his flat thumb over
her again and again. Then he let his hips twitch up once, moving inside her
ever so slightly. Claire clenched her jaw, trying to silence a moan.
“Do you feel full now, baby?” he asked, starting to move, his thrusts rhythmic
and greater with each time.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her nails scratching over his skin. “Oh, you make me
feel so full. I-I can’t take more.”
He grunted, thrusting harder up against her.
Hesitantly, Claire began to move as well, every inch of her trembling, her eyes
screwed shut. “Oh my god, Daddy.”
“Can you hold it?” he whispered, panting as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I try,” she whimpered. “I just—” She thrust down his entire length and
screamed, pressing herself flat against him, her nipples brushing over his.
“Oh, god, Daddy, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Alright,” he said, not stopping his thrusts. “Let go now. Trust me.” He ran a
hand over her head and pressed a kiss into her hair.
“No. No.” Claire sat back up, her hands pressed against his chest, her breasts
and cheeks flushed bright red. “No, I want to hold it.”
“Oh god,” Cas muttered, his jaw dropping open. Somehow Claire always managed to
amaze him. She had since she was a child. She had always been determined. When
she had decided to learn to read, she did, way ahead of her age, just like when
she had decided to master the monkey bars.
Claire let out a soft moan, bobbing up and down on Cas’ dick, letting him hit
the walls inside of her to fully extend the feeling of complete fullness.
All at once, she stopped, only a shiver running over her body, making her
breasts shake. Her head dropped, her knuckles turned white, and a long, warm
stream of gold emptied out onto Cas’ lower stomach, drenching him and the
sheets, leaving a comfortable warmth around him.
“Oh,” he moaned, his face relaxing. “Oh, yes.” He twitched inside her,
involuntarily.
Claire’s mouth stood open in a silent moan, barely able to breathe through the
sudden relief she felt. A moan, almost like a whimper, escaped her when the
stream started dying down. “Oh. God,” she managed to get out. “Oh god Dad,
please.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, wrapped one arm tightly around her, and rolled over so
that he was lying on top of her, sunken between her spread legs—the warmth of
her spread between their bellies. He held her wrist down with one hand and
thrusted into her, hard and quick.
“Oh god,” Claire screamed, their nipples rubbing together. She squirmed under
his weight, desperate for him to fill out the emptiness she had just left
behind.
Cas fucked her harder into the mattress, fired up by her contents spilled out
on him, now spreading over them with each thrust and each squirm, already
covering their nipples and bellies, and running down the folds in Claire’s ass,
mixing with sweat.
“Daddy,” Claire panted, feeling him slam deeper into her, right where the
pressing feeling had been until she couldn’t hold it anymore. “Daddy. Daddy,
please.” She pressed herself into the mattress. Cas stemmed himself up and
thrust one more time. He fired his load into her with a long groan. Claire
screamed out, feeling his warmth and contents take up the space inside her. She
wrapped her arms and legs around her father, pulling him in back close,
breathing into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby,” he promised, only raising his head enough to kiss her, tired
but gentle and loving. “You did that so well. I’m proud of you.”
She beamed up at him, wrapping herself more tightly around him when the cold
air met the wetness engulfing almost her entire body, from her sensitive
openings over her belly to her chest, so that his warmth could keep it away. “I
love you, Daddy.”
“And I love you, honey.”
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