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Nomak woke from his slumber rather sluggishly. He’d always been a late riser, preferring to wait until the sun was already well risen before he even thought about getting up for the day. The white furred dragon stretched slowly and glanced around, absentmindedly scratching at his grayish underbelly. His lair was empty, which meant his daughter was probably in the clearing outside basking. He paused to lap from a small, clear stream that flowed through part of his lair before moving on, treating the day as he would any other.
As he stepped out into the mid-morning light, the sun caught on her silvery form a few meters away… but something was off. His gut twisted strangely as he caught her scent, the morning’s worries fading away as the cloying aroma caused his mind to go blank and his cock to almost shyly peek out of its sheath. Emaril was oblivious to his gaze, raising her tail at just the right angle to reveal her pussy. Her vulva was swollen with her first heat and dripping with receptiveness. Confusion flooded Nomak briefly until an uncomfortable realization sunk in: had her mother not died a few months prior, Emaril undoubtedly would’ve been encouraged to leave their territory a few weeks ago to find one of her own. Without the instinctive desire to drive away a potential mate, even one he had such an immediate blood tie to, Nomak had allowed her to stick around for far too long and now it was too late.
Unable to think of it further, Nomak closed the distance between them, instinct demanding he shove his snout against her pussy to investigate her more closely. Between his legs, his cock had shamelessly inched about half way out of its sheath and swung back and forth as he approached, a few drops of precum already oozing out of the tip with budding anticipation. Nomak hadn’t bred anyone since his last clutch with Vela - the clutch Emaril was from - and the realization of how long it had been since he’d known the pleasures of flesh crept up around the edges of his consciousness as he desperately tried to rein in his feral instincts.
Emaril’s own thoughts were too foggy with estrus to notice her father’s approach, but the cool scales on the top of his snout as he pressed it against her genitals, inhaling deeply, snapped her out of her reverie and she started, “...D-Dad?” For her, today had been like any other except that she’d started to feel more and more off as time had passed. Her loins felt strange and warm and her thoughts were jumbled and slow. Vela had died before educating Emaril about sex. For Emaril, today was just a regular day and the strange sensations she felt coupled with her father’s unusual behavior were the only indications that anything was wrong at all… as with forcing her to leave his territory, Nomak had not picked up the slack as far as her education went. She was having trouble thinking straight and mainly understood that she wanted or needed something very badly, but she couldn’t figure out what. He’d never taught any of his children about mating and hadn’t ever had to. Some dragon fathers surely had these types of discussions, but Vela had been a reliable mate who’d proudly done the heavy-lifting as far as the parental stuff went. In some senses, Nomak was really just a bit of a deadbeat.
When she addressed him, Nomak didn’t answer. He couldn’t. She’d stepped forward in her surprise and he’d simply followed her, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and gleefully swiping between her lips. Emaril gasped, but didn’t move as he kept licking, his hot tongue lavishing every inch of her sensitive pussy with a couple targeted swipes passing her clit and dipping inside her swollen folds. The male was fully hard now, his cock proudly on display and oozing with anticipation as he lapped at his daughter’s cunt. Her stance had widened as he did so and her tail pulled to one side invitingly while her wings lowered. She was telling him he could mount her, even if she herself didn’t know any better. Special receptors on his tongue only reinforced what her scent told him: she was in heat and he could impregnate her.
Finally, he paused and stared at the vagina in front of him. It was so hard to think through his arousal, it felt like he was trying to swim against a powerful current. Her aroma and flavor were too enticing and access to her was uncontested. His territory hadn’t been challenged in many years… What’s more, they were secluded out here. His territory was massive and few dragons visited this remote lair. When Vela was alive, this had been intentional as she disliked the social niceties demanded of someone hosting a traveller… Nomak himself hadn’t seen another dragon aside from Emaril in over two months, but even that one had been a distant red passerby flying far, far away.
As he slowly came back to reality his long, horse-like cock twitched eagerly and even smacked against his belly fur with naked desire, but his mouth felt dry. What would Vela think…? His wife wouldn’t have let this happen and Nomak silently cursed himself for letting this slip through the cracks. It was only natural that Emaril would come into season eventually… he had been a fool to let her stay in his domain. Almost apologetically, he started licking her gently again, pressing his tongue into her virginal hole as he did so. Much later, he would find it impossible to deny that he liked the way her pussy tasted, but for now he licked her almost out of some shameful obligation.
Revulsion coupled with a strange thrill warred in him as he licked away until his daughter’s voice broke his reverie, “Dad… what are you doing?”
Nomak could barely respond when he paused this time, his voice choked with naked lust as his instincts begged him to just get it over with, “You’re in heat, Emaril.” Take her. They screamed. Breed her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He reared up and hooked his forelimbs around her hips, pulling her closer to him and Emaril didn’t struggle. Her body sang with an unfamiliar desire that had smouldered quietly in her loins until Nomak’s tongue had turned it into a raging inferno. She wanted whatever came next. Needed it.
I’ll just pull out before I knot, thought Nomak, trying desperately to find common ground with his primal desires. Once we finish, I can make her leave…
“Heat..?” She responded curiously as something hot and slimy slid between her legs. Her father’s shaft brushed up against her inner thigh momentarily as he lined himself up. As he pulled back and pressed forward at a higher angle, he missed and his head dragged downward along her rump until it slid over her asshole and finally kissed her pussy.
As he docked with her lower lips, Nomak felt a strange thrill override his discomfort with the situation. He could fight his shame and disgust later. As long as he kept his focus and pulled out before he knotted her, everything would be fine. For now though, Emaril’s virgin pussy was too tantalizing to ignore. He hilted himself inside of her in one thrust and held here, immediately overwhelmed with pleasure. He tossed his head back and moaned unapologetically, his wings spreading as he savored the sensation of her sweet cunt wrapped snugly around every inch of his penis.
His daughter’s insides were tight like a vice, but yielding and so deliciously warm. He twitched inside of her and huffed gently before looking down at her, a spurt of pre escaping him as he felt her out. Dimly, he was aware of her cervix against his tip and he could feel the dilation of it that only further reinforced the information he’d collected from her scent and taste: if he orgasmed inside of her, she’d be pregnant within the hour.
He could do this, though. He could pull out before he knotted and spill his seed on the ground. He could stop this before it got any farther than it already had. He just had to focus.
Emaril had tensed with a squeak when his cock thrust inside of her, the discomfort and pain of her cunt stretching interminged with an awkward joy budding in her chest. She felt happy, but wasn’t sure why. Was it the heat? It had to be, for she had no carnal knowledge and was fully unaware of the incredibly risky nature of this taboo union. She had no idea the lengths Nomak was going to in order to fight his desperate instinct to impregnate every receptive and willing female in his territory. They were intelligent beings, of course, but even the bipedal folk occasionally succumbed to the feral desire to fuck and breed even when it was wrong - some even liked the forbidden nature of situations such as the one she and her father had found themselves in.
Emaril’s sex clenched and fluttered around his cock as she adjusted to him, her fluids oozing out around the base of his shaft and down his nuts onto the ground below. Nomak moaned again at the predicament - one wrong move and she would be pregnant with his incestuous offspring… He hadn’t expected the thought to turn him on so much. His instincts had played a role in getting him hard and inside of her, but now that he was, his chest ached with a new and unusual feeling. Would it really be such a bad thing to keep her here? To fill her with her siblings? If he wanted to, he could keep her here forever and their children could stay, too… And their children, and their children. He could have sex with them all and they could have sex with each other...
No. He couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. For Vela’s sake.
He opened his eyes and started to pull out of her, stopping just short of pulling out entirely before he pressed himself back into her wet hole. She squelched around him and made a soft noise of pleasure. He had to focus. He could do this.
It doesn’t matter what she would think, a dark voice quietly whispered somewhere inside of Nomak. Vela is not here and she won’t ever be again.
He pulled out of his daughter again and then pressed back inside of her. He was shaking with a new desire. His instincts wanted to impregnate her, to make her his and a gleeful, darker train of thought now desired the same. They were so far remote, no one would ever find out what he had done, what they were doing right now… Why should it matter if he bred her? If he bred their daughters? If he let their sons breed them? It wasn’t as though their incestuous coven would ever interfere with the goings on of others, so why should he care so much?
Nomak drew in a breath and pushed those thoughts aside. After he did this, he would leave his territory, he decided. He would disappear. He needed to find another place to seclude himself and a new mate so that he could put this whole matter behind him. His dick twitched with desire and another spurt of precum fired into his daughter’s cunny as he spoke, “J-Just… Just relax. It will start to feel good in a moment.”
Emaril glanced over her shoulder at him, lowering her left wing as she did so. His face was contorted with strange emotions and his eyes unfocused. Much later, she would recognize him as a male in full rut, but for now he was simply her father. She unconsciously squeezed his dick and nodded, “O-okay.”
“Push your hips back into mine,” Nomak instructed as he began to slowly thrust into her. Her delicious young pussy was driving him insane. He just wanted to let go of the reins and fuck her with all he had, but he also wanted her to enjoy it. Sex was a wonderful thing to experience with someone else, after all, and it was her first experience. It might be incestuous, but Nomak still wanted her to enjoy it. To enjoy being mated with so that she could find a partner and live happily, some day... The dark desire to breed her loomed at the edges of his consciousness, waiting for him to make a mistake.
Emaril began to press her hips back against him as he thrust and he rumbled in his chest with pleasure, picking up the pace until the clearing echoed with the wet smacking sounds of his body against hers. With each thrust, his dick caressed her silky insides and sang with pleasure. Precum oozed freely from him to intermingle with her own juices and each time he pulled back, more of those juices slipped out between them onto the ground below. He was making a mess of her and the thrill of it was becoming intoxicating. Over the wet sounds of their wretched union, Nomak dimly noted that his daughter was moaning and to him at that moment, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
After savoring her soft moans for a few moments, he finally spoke, “Do you like it? Does my dick feel good?” Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
“Y-yes!” Emaril answered, her front claws spreading wide and digging into the soil as her pussy clenched around his prick, accentuating her response. She had even stretched her wings out to either side to support her as she pressed back against his thrusting cock. “It feels so good!”
Nomak moaned and started to thrust harder. His knot was swelling and now his thrusts were changing tempo. As it had begun to swell, he’d found it too difficult to stop right away… Just a little more. A little more. He could hold out a little longer. After all, when she left, who knew how long it would take before he found himself inside of another pussy? Now, he had to force himself inside of her and pull back more firmly, causing her sweet hole to stretch to accommodate him, contract, and then stretch again to release him. As he rubbed himself inside of her, his tongue lolled out and he started trying to find a good stopping point. He needed to or he risked being unable to pull out.
Now, he thought with a twinge of disappointment. As he began to withdraw, Emaril abruptly clenched, jerking backwards against him and he paused. So focused on not orgasming, he’d forgotten his daughter’s own pleasure. Now, she was cumming for the first time, her sweet pussy clenching and fluttering around his dick as she spasmed and rocked her hips in delight. Fluid spurted out of her onto his nuts and he felt almost shy about it. Not even Vela had squirted on him when she came.
He held still, savoring the way she twitched and moaned around him. There was something deeply satisfying about making a sexual partner climax and despite the circumstances, that same satisfaction and pride swelled in his chest. He was proud of having made her cum and thrilled to know that she liked being fucked by his cock enough to do so. But now, he needed to take care where he did the same. He would deny that dark voice inside of himself and pull out.
Nomak started to withdraw, but then his knot caught and a chill went up his spine. The male pulled again, a bit more insistently this time. Emaril’s pussy stretched a millimeter more, but his knot held. Terror and adrenaline erupted through his system and mixed with his arousal, making his limbs heavy as he began to panic. He couldn’t pull out. While he’d been focused on letting Emaril enjoy her first orgasm, his knot had swollen and tied them together and there was nothing he could do. No. He could still do this. He just had to remain calm and explain the situation. They needed to stop and hold still until his arousal dipped and his knot loosened, so that he wouldn’t cum-
Emaril pressed her hips back against him with a moan, her wet pussy clenching pleasurably around him, “I want to feel that again! It felt so good!” Even though she was freshly post-orgasm, her heat had gone into full swing - she needed something more. Her body wanted her to fuck him until she physically couldn’t any more, her hungry womb begging for him to give it what it desired most. She tugged forward and pressed backward against him, working his knot in an effort to chase her own continued pleasure.
In the same instant that his daughter had begun wiggling her hips, Nomak felt the pressure begin to build inside of him and his heart leapt with fear and delight as his balls tightened against his body and that traitorous pressure started to flow up his shaft almost in slow motion. No!
And then it was over.
Nomak’s fear and disgust melted instantly as he began to ejaculate, pressing his hips firmly against hers as his head fell back and he moaned in pleasure. Each powerful pulse of his cock thrummed with the rhythm of his heart as he blew his load directly into her fertile womb. As she became awash with his virile seed, his mind went blank and his heart soared. His hips jerked and shook and her wet insides gleefully drank every drop he had to give. Somewhere distantly, the last fringes of his consciousness wondered if Vela was watching him impregnate their daughter.
As he started cumming, Emaril paused her gyrations. The warm sensation of his semen pooling in her lower belly felt strangely delicious and her overwhelming instincts only reinforced her delight. This is what she needed. What she wanted. The young female was happier than she’d been in months, although she didn’t yet understand why.
And she wanted more.
After a few minutes, Nomak’s orgasm tapered although his dick kept twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. He started to relax, almost defeated, dropping his full weight down upon Emaril. As he pressed her to the ground, they stayed tied and several minutes passed in silence aside from their panting. Eventually, he softened and his knot loosened enough for him to pull free, his semen pouring out of her pussy onto his flaccid cock and the ground beneath them.
“Emaril…” Nomak started. What should he say? She needed to know what he’d done to her. What they’d done together. He needed to make her leave… for Vela’s sake if not her own.
His daughter craned her neck and nuzzled him trustingly, “That felt really good, Dad! Can we do it again?”
Nomak’s mouth felt dry. The dark voice whispered sweet nothings to him again and his worries about Vela slowly faded away when faced with the reality of his daughter's state. He’d undoubtedly impregnated her already and he would’ve been lying if he’d said her question hadn’t caused his flaccid cock to perk up a little. Emaril’s heat would continue for the next four days regardless of today’s coupling and they were too far away from anyone else for her to find another stud … Shame enveloped him only to melt away a few seconds later. What was the harm in fucking her through rest of her heat? It wasn’t as though she wasn’t pregnant already. They could have fun rutting together and he could teach her all sorts of sweet things about her pussy while they did so. He could always just explain things when their minds were clearer and she could make the decision to leave or stay on her own. For now, they could fuck as much as they wanted to.
The male smiled and he nuzzled her back, licking her snout. “We can do that as many times as you want, Emaril. Just raise your hips for me…” He pulled away to give her room and rose slowly, watching as she dutifully exposed her sloppy cunny to him. This time, he mounted her without a second thought.