Revelations by IndigoNeko

WARNING: This story contains adult-only content. Check the tags before you continue reading.

Chapter 12 – Tender Secrets

=^.^=

Thursday,  May 28th, 2015

Elizabeth sighed in pleasure as the drying jets kicked on, blowing toasty warm air through her damp fur. She closed her eyes and waited for the full-body fur dryer to finish it's cycle, using her paws to cover her ears. This unit was much noisier than her own. After it was done, she opened the glass door and stepped out onto the plush rug covering Lexi's bathroom.

It didn't take too long for her to brush out her fur and smooth it back down. After that she slipped back into her clothes and glanced in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She absolutely loved wearing the teal shirt and blue/green plaid skirt. It was one of the few outfits she had that went well with both her winter coat and summer coat. 

She pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway. The house seemed very quiet after the noisy dryer, though she could clearly make out the noise of the other upstairs shower. She wandered back into Lexi's room, noticing that the bed had been straightened a bit and that Lexi was now tucked under the covers.

Standing in the middle of the room for a moment, she wondered what to do. Then she remembered her homework, and the other homework that her teacher had given her to give to Lexi and headed back downstairs to get her backpack.

By the time that Raenne and her husband had managed to get cleaned up (again) and dried off, Elizabeth was halfway through her mathematics assignment, sitting at the computer desk in Alex's room with the keyboard pushed out of the way. 

While David went downstairs to watch a bit of television, Raenne stepped into Alex's room and padded up behind the stoat-ferret hybrid. 

“Lizzy?”, the tall tigress asked quietly.

“Yes, Mrs. Andreyev?” the tiny stoat said, looking up from the page of fraction problems.

Raenne squatted next to the chair, so her head was level with Lizzy's. “It's fairly obvious that you know that Alex is both boy and girl.” Lizzy nodded. “However, it's something that we would like to keep a secret. You and your dad know. You can tell your mom too. But please, don't tell anyone else at school. The other kids might make fun of her or tease her, and maybe hurt her. Then we'd have to leave.”

“I won't tell anyone, I promise.”

“Thanks, Lizzy. Let me know if you need any help with your homework”, she whispered into the girl's ear. “I'll be in the master bedroom, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Andreyev,” the girl whispered back. “Oh, and Mrs. Eaglantine gave me these assignments to give to Lexi,” she said, tapping a stack of papers covered in sticky notes next to her. “She said that was all of the assignments she needed to do to get caught up for Monday.”

“Oh, good. Thank you, Lizzy.”

“You're welcome!”

Raenne stepped over to Alex's bed. The kid was out like a light. She picked up the various things she'd brought into Alex's room earlier that afternoon and put them away in the bathroom before heading back to the master bedroom and sitting in the recliner next to the dresser. Picking up the bright yellow paperback, she settled back, quickly losing herself in the convoluted murder mystery revolving around a journalist and a computer hacker.

It must have been at least a half hour that she sat reading before she was brought out of the story by the sound of the doorbell. She closed the book and stood up, heading to Alex's room. Lizzy was already putting her books away. “Your father's here to pick you up. David and I are going to have a short talk with him, if you want to join us down in the living room.”

With that, she headed downstairs, taking a moment to start up yet another recording on her phone just in case. She was pretty sure at this point that she wouldn't need it, but it never hurt to be sure. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, David was already opening the front door.

Terrence stood just outside, dressed in a navy blue suit, complete with red tie, looking every inch the professional business-fur. 

“Hi Terry. Please, come in,” David said.

“Elizabeth is packing up her schoolwork,” Raenne said as the hob stepped into the foyer. “She should be down in a moment. In the mean time, we all need to talk.”

Terrence nodded, looking resigned and irritated as he followed David down the main hallway past the dining room and into the living room. None of the three adults took a seat, ignoring the huge sectional sofa and recliner. The ferret folded his arms, glaring at the two much larger tigers in front of him. “Well?”

Raenne took the lead, explaining from the beginning to make sure there weren't any misunderstandings. “After Alex got back from your house last weekend, Alex inadvertently revealed that she'd had oral sex. Then later, when I was giving her The Talk, I managed to put a few things together. Enough to guess that Elizabeth had been having sex with you and Julia. So, this afternoon when Julia came to drop Lizzy off, I asked her about it.”

“Yes, and you gave her a goddamned heart attack,” he said heatedly. 

“Look, I just stated that Elizabeth seemed to know way more than she should have about sex than any nine-year-old should. I was guessing about half of it. Julia collapsed within the first few sentences. I had no idea it would trigger a heart attack, and I did everything I could to treat her once I realized what was happening. And I'm not sorry in the slightest; the alternative was calling the police and CPS. Considering Julia's reaction, I'm fairly sure that calling them would have had some serious repercussions, not the least of which would involve you and Julia being incarcerated and Elizabeth being taken into protective custody until everything got sorted out.”

“I know,” Terrence replied, “You had every reason for it. It doesn't change the fact that you gave her a heart attack.”

“How's she doing?” David interrupted as he saw Elizabeth walk down the hallway towards the living room.

Terrence pursed his lips, then relented. “She's doing well. The doctor says she'll make a full recovery, though he's recommended a few changes in lifestyle to prevent another.”

“Mother's going to be alright?” Lizzy asked as she stepped into the room.

Terrence turned around smiling. “Yes, princess. Your mother will be alright,” he said as he knelt and held his arms out. Elizabeth into his arms, and he picked her up, holding her against his chest and giving her a kiss.

Both of the tigers relaxed a bit. Raenne took the lead once again. “Good. After Julia collapsed, she said something about hormone problems and that Lizzy would die. I asked Lizzy here, and she said she has some hormone problems that lead to aplastic anemia, and that she'll die if she doesn't have sex.”

Terrence looked down at the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. “Yes. She has an extremely rare combination of both ferret and stoat heritage traits. Her stoat heritage trait is one that causes her to go into seasonal estrus from mid-spring until mid-fall and started shortly after she was born. Her ferret heritage means that she won't leave estrus until she ovulates. Just like you felines, we're induced ovulators. If she remains in estrus for too long, she will develop aplastic anemia, leading to weakness, lethargy, and eventually...well...”

“What about the hormone shots?”, David asked.

“Unfortunately, the hormone shots that work on ferrets don't work on her. The doctors believe that it's a complication from her stoat heritage. We also tried using manual stimulation for inducing ovulation, but it didn't work either. She needs the presence of the hormones active in...er...fresh semen as well as manual stimulation in order to induce ovulation. However, it's only a temporary fix, since she usually re-enters estrus within a week any time during the spring and fall.”

Both David and Raenne looked at each other. There was the explanation for the inexplicable. 

“When she enters estrus, her estrogen levels spike, and the hormone imbalances make her a bit weepy,” Terrence continued. “But you're not weepy right now, are you princess?”, he asked as he kissed his daughter on the nose again.

“Nope! I'm fine right now. Can we go see mother?”

“Sure thing, baby girl.” Terrence looked up at the two tigers. “Thank you for taking care of her this afternoon. There weren't any...umm...issues when she was...uh...playing...with Alex?”

Raenne shook her head. “No. I gave them both a lecture on safe sex and showed them how to use a rubber. The condoms we had were too large, though, so David picked up some smaller ones one his way home.”

Terrence looked around, then asked “Where is Alex, anyway?”

“She's sleeping”, Elizabeth piped up.

Raenne nodded. “She took one of her vicodin pills earlier.”

“Well, in that case we should probably make our farewells before it gets too late,” Terrence said, tapping Elizabeth on the top of her head.

“Thank you very much for letting me come over and play with Lexi, Mr. and Mrs. Andreyev. I had lots of fun!”

“You're welcome,” Raenne replied. “We're always glad to have you over, Lizzy.”

With that, Terrence turned around and headed back out to his car, pausing at the foyer and asking, “Is it okay if we leave Julia's car in your driveway until tomorrow afternoon? The hospital has a twenty-four hour observation policy for heart-attack victims.”

“Of course,” Raenne said. “It's not blocking anything, and leaving our cars outside one night won't hurt them.”

“Thank you. Have a good evening, Raenne, David.”

“You too,” Raenne said, watching as Terrence carried Elizabeth out to his blue BMW parked on the edge of the cul-de-sac.

“He called her Alex,” David whispered into her ear as they watched the blue car slowly drive away.

“You caught that too, hmm?”

David nodded. Raenne nibbled her lower lip, worried that the man who placed so much emphasis on full names had stopped using Alexandrea's.

=^.^=

It wasn't more than a few minutes before Terrence walked into the ICCU, once again carrying Elizabeth in his arms, and walked up to the desk. “We're here to see Mrs. Stouffer.”

The rabbit sitting at the desk looked up at him, nose twitching slightly. “Oh, hello again Mr. Stouffer. I take it that's your daughter?”

“Yes, this is Elizabeth. Is Julia still in room four?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you, Kelly.”

“You're welcome. Let me know...” the rabbit's voice trailed off as she watched the ferret quickly walk down the hallway, clearly not paying any attention to her anymore. She shrugged, then went back to entering the information from an admission form into her computer.

Moments later, Terrence walked into the small room, where Julia lay in a hospital bed, propped up and reading an e-book. As she looked up, a smile lit her face. 

“Mother!” Elizabeth exclaimed, squirming in her father's arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, princess. I'm fine,” she said leaning up to kiss Elizabeth as Terrence walked up to the side of the bed. “If it wasn't against hospital policy, the doctor said he'd have let me go home tonight.”

“You're not coming home tonight?” Elizabeth asked, worriedly.

“No, baby. It's okay though, you can sleep with father tonight if you want. You'll be fine without me.”

Elizabeth sniffled, sadly. “O-kay. I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you too, baby. Don't worry, though. It's just one night. Did you have fun at Alexandrea's?”

“Yes! She coached me at swimming. I managed to beat my best lap time, and I even did a whole kilometer today!”

“Really? Great! Did you do anything else?” Julia asked, glancing up at Terrence, who nodded.

Elizabeth caught her quick look and glanced up at her father's as well, before looking back at Julia. She wondered if she'd done something wrong. Julia glanced at the door. Terrence took the hint and set Elizabeth down and closed it.

“It's alright, princess. You didn't do anything wrong this time. Though you shouldn't have done anything sexual last weekend with Alexandrea. At the very least, you should have told us that you had.”

“I'm sorry!” the little stoat said, “Really, I am. I just...I couldn't help it. I was all itchy and father was on a trip and-”

“Shh, I know why you did it,” Julia stated quietly but firmly. “That still doesn't make it okay. Alexandrea's parents found out about it, and if they had called the authorities, the police would have taken you away from us. It could have been months before we got you back. You could have gotten very, very sick before we got you back.”

“I'm sorry!” Elizabeth said, sobbing, tears running down her face. “I didn't know...” she began shaking, realizing just how bad it could have gotten. She barely felt her father's arms wrapping around her.

“Shh, I know you didn't know. But that's why we told you to never do it in the first place. Every rule has a reason. Don't break the rule unless you have a better reason, okay?”

“Okay...” the little stoat said, sniffling. “I don't want them to take me away from you. Not ever.”

Julia smiled. “I know, baby. I don't want them to take you away from us either. Now, did you do anything else with Alexandrea?”

“Mmm...” Elizabeth thought a moment. Lexi's mom had said it was okay, so... “Did you know that Lexi has both boy and girl parts?”

“Your father mentioned that to me, yes. He also said that you'd asked if you could do sexy things with Alexandrea. Did you?”

“Uh-huh” she said, head bobbing up and down.

“Did you two use protection?”

“Yes. Lexi's mom showed us how to put on condoms and everything.”

“Good. Did you two have fun?”

“Uh-huh! She's not nearly as big as father is, but she has little bumps all over the tip of her boy parts. It's really weird. Her tongue has them too, but they're scratchier. They feel really, really, really good when she licks my flower and...”

Julia held up her hand, “You can tell me all about it when I get home tomorrow, okay? As long as you had fun, and you were using protection, that's all that matters. Did you manage to do any of your homework while you were over there?”

“Yep! I did all my homework, and I read a few chapters in Old Yeller.”

“Good girl,” Julia said with a smile. “Since you did your homework, if Alexandrea's parents allow it, you can visit her this weekend too.”

“Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Terry? Don't forget to have her take her pills when she gets home.”

“I won't, angel.”

“In that case, you two need to get home. It's already far too late.”

With that, Terry picked Elizabeth up and they both gave Julia a kiss.

“Drive safely, you two!” she said as they made their way out of the cramped hospital room. She sighed, and looked down at her eBook. The room was silent once again, except for the quiet beeping of the heart monitor next to her bed.

=^.^=

Ten minutes later, Terrence's blue sedan slowed to a crawl as he waited for the the wrought-iron gate to inch it's way open, then pulled into the circular driveway, and then into the car port next to the house. The garage door began to close as he turned off the engine, and Terrence unbuckled his seat belt and looked over at his daughter sitting in the passenger side. Her head was tilted so far down that her muzzle was resting on her chest. He couldn't help but smile. It wasn't even dark outside, and she was out like a light. There was ample reason for it though, if what she'd said about swimming a whole kilometer was true. 

He got out of the car and quietly shut the door, then walked around to her side and opened the door, bending over to unbuckle the belt and lift her out. Her head lolled to one side, boneless to all appearances, in typical ferret fashion. Gently shutting the passenger side as well, he walked over to the one of the two doors on the side of the garage. He pressed a paw pad against a black plate next to the door, and there was a click and a whir as the door opened.

As he stepped into the entertainment room, Charlotte appeared in the doorway leading to the kitchen, wiping her paws off on a hand towel. Her flour-spotted apron hinted that she was busy indulging in one of her favorite past-times. She immediately saw that he was carrying his little girl, and smiled, whispering “Welcome home, sir. How is Julia?”

“She's doing fine,” he quietly replied. “She'll be back home by tomorrow evening at the latest.” He paused, looking down at the burden in his arms. “Could you get my briefcase and Elizabeth's backpack from the car? If you could bring the briefcase to my bedroom, I would appreciate it. I have some work to catch up on.”

“Yes, sir,” the dobby-girl said with a quick nod before heading back out the door he'd just entered through.

Terrence walked through the entertainment room to the front foyer, and over to the antique-styled elevator lift next to them. A soft chime rang out as he pressed the call button, and the grate slid to one side. A few moments later, the chime rang again as it stopped on the second floor and he stepped out, careful not to bump his precious cargo against the sides of the lift.

The bedroom lights were on, but very dim. Still, it was more than enough for him to see, and he walked over to the side of his bed and lay Elizabeth down on it, as gently as he could. He adjusted the pillow under her head and walked over to the closet to grab a spare blanket for her. Just as he finished tucking it around her, Charlotte walked into the room, carrying his briefcase and Elizabeth's backpack.

She handed the briefcase to him, whispering “I'll put her backpack up in her room. Is there anything else you need this evening?”

He set the briefcase on the bed. “If you could bring up a glass of water and Elizabeth's pills and set them on the nightstand next to her, that should be it. Don't stay up too late making a mess in the kitchen,” he whispered back with a smile.

“Of course not, sir,” she replied before heading back to the hallway. She turned around just before leaving the room. “I'll definitely be done before sunrise,” she said with a smirk, then vanished around the corner.

After taking a few moments to relieve himself in the master bathroom, Terrence once again went to the closet, closing it most of the way behind him and quickly shedding his clothes down to his boxers. Just as he finished, he heard the click of the bedroom door and glanced out. The glass of water on the nightstand told him that Charlotte had done everything he'd asked. He sighed at the sight of the small plastic cup filled to the brim with pills next to it. Iron, B6, B12, C, EPO, G-CSF, ATG, Zinc, and a multivitamin just for good measure. He didn't blame his little girl for hating pills. She had to take far too many of them.

He made a mental note to wake her up for her pills before he fell asleep, and lay down on the bed. Taking the remote off the nightstand on his side of the bed, he flipped the television on, then turned the volume down, leaving it on CNN so he could glance at the news ticker. Then he opened up his briefcase and pulled out a stack of printouts, leaving the laptop at the bottom.

Hours later, he was still reading printouts, mumbling quietly to himself. “...FOXP2 gene damages are associated with the functional articulation disorder susceptibility and allele gene rs1852469T in FOXP2 gene may be an important factor...” Terrence sighed. “Ugh. Why did Greg want me to read this? We already investigated FOXP2 as an IQ booster. Hmm...Unless he's thinking of smart pets...”

Terry was interrupted by a yawn as his daughter began to wake up, throwing her arms out with a stretch. He glanced at the clock. Huh, he thought to himself, already 11:15. He turned off the television, which he'd been ignoring for the past hour, and set the papers he was reading on the nightstand. When he rolled back over, Elizabeth was sitting up, blinking to clear her eyes. 

“Hello, princess. Enjoy your nap?”

She started to mumble something, but another yawn caught her off-guard. Then she nodded at him.

“You need to take your pills. They're on the table next to you.”

She stuck her tongue out and made a face. “Blegh.”

“I know. You still need to take them, though.”

She twisted to one side, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, then reached for the pills and water. It took several swallows before they were all gone, and she set the cups back down. Then she fell backwards onto the bed, her head landing next to his hip and looked up at him. “Mmm...hun-gry.”

“Snack hungry or meal hungry?”

“Meal.”

“Okay then. Let's go fix you something.”

Shortly thereafter, he found himself downstairs in the kitchen with Elizabeth, fixing a deli sandwich...probably the only thing he could reliably prepare himself. One large sandwich and a glass of milk later, he and his daughter headed back up to the master bedroom.

As he was closing the door, Elizabeth quickly stripped her shirt off, tossing it into the closet next to the hamper. Her skirt and panties followed shortly thereafter as he lay down on the bed, still wearing his boxers, and picked up the papers he'd been reading and shuffled through them, making sure he hadn't missed anything, then put them in his briefcase and set it on the floor. Both of them crawled under the covers and he rolled over to turn down the lights. As he rolled back, he felt Elizabeth snuggle up next to him.

“Goodnight, princess,” he said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too, father,” she said as she pulled herself tight to his side, nuzzling his chest.

=^.^=

Elizabeth lay in bed, head against her father's strong chest. She could feel his chest rise under her head, hear the steady beat of his heart in one ear, the faint whistling as he breathed out in the other.  She didn't know how long she'd lay there. Only that it was late, and she was tired, but for some reason couldn't sleep. It happened sometimes, and she knew the best thing for it...but she didn't really want to wake Father. He would never scold her for it, but she knew he needed his sleep. 

She lay there, silently, hoping she would fall asleep again. The faint ticking of the clock, barely visible with the lights turned as low as they were, was as soothing in it's own way as her father's heart beat. They were almost in sync. Not quite, though. She sighed, and wondered if she should get up and go play on her computer or something. Then she remembered that it was locked at night, and sighed again.

“Father?”

When he didn't respond, she asked again, louder. “Father?”

After a moment, she shook his arm, and waited a moment. “Father?”

“...mm...Yes, princess?”

“I can't sleep.”

“...mmm...Do you want a pill?”

“No! I already had a bajillion of them.” She paused, then asked more quietly, “Would you...would you mate with me? Please?”

“...mm'kay. If you think it'll help.”

“Uh-huh,” she said as she moved further under the covers. As she rolled off his arm, he used it to push the covers back so he could see her better. He used his other to increase the light a little, just enough to see her clearly. 

Elizabeth smiled to herself as she reached into his boxers, feeling for his sheath. It didn't take her long to wrap her hands around it and begin squeezing gently. She found that was the fastest way to get her father stiff. It wasn't more than a moment though before she was interrupted.

“Hold on, baby. Let me get those off.”

She sat up, impatient, and waited as he lifted his hips and began pulling his boxers off. Even in the dim light, she could make out the hint of pink, the tip of his penis poking out from it's hiding place as his sheath was revealed. She grabbed his boxers and helped, pulling them all the way to his ankles and then completely off. She turned and tossed them towards the closet, then turned back around and lay sideways with her head on his stomach, touching her lips to the end of his sheath. 

The faint smell of his musk inundated her nostrils, and she felt a slight tingle between her legs. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his penis and gently sucked on it, running her tongue across the tip. It wasn't move than a moment before she felt one of his hands come to rest atop her head, and the other over her hip, rubbing her fur. 

His member slowly grew as she suckled gently on it, growing millimeter by millimeter in her mouth and sliding from his sheath. As it grew, she began to run her tongue around it, circling the head repeatedly. She idly moved her lower paw between her legs, running one finger-pad around her flower. It couldn't have been much more than a few dozen seconds before his length grew large enough to touch the back of her throat, and she pulled her head back. It was shiny with her saliva, but she knew it would take quite a bit more than that to keep it slick. 

As if her father had read her mind, he said, “Hold on, princess”, reaching for the tube of coconut oil on the shelf at the head of the bed. She sat up, then rolled over and spread her legs to bare her flower to Father. He squeezed a dollop of the paste out of the tube into one hand, then clenched it into a fist to spread it over his paw and ran it over his now-stiff member, coating it with the quickly liquifying oil. He pumped his hand up and down a few times, spreading it around and glancing at her flower. 

She scooted her hips up towards the head of the bed as he squeezed another dollop into the tip of one finger-pad, then braced herself for the slightly chilly sensation as he gently pushed the finger against the entrance of her flower, then began to rub it in circles. A moment later, he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing it against her button as he began to push his finger deeper inside her. 

Satisfied that she was well-lubricated, Terrence flipped the lid closed and set the tube down, but continued to pump his finger in and out of her tunnel and rubbing his thumb around her button. She sighed in pleasure and let her head fall back against the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. Father had such wonderful paws. He knew exactly how fast to rub her flower.

It was probably somewhere around a minute before she felt the tingle in her loins telling her that she'd reach orgasm soon, and decided that she wanted father inside her when that happened. She raised her head and began to roll over, feeling her father pull his finger out of her. As she sat up, he caught her eye and smiled before sticking his finger in his mouth and licking her juices off it. She scrunched her face up into a look of disgust, then they both burst into laughter.

She rolled over and kissed him on the nose, then pulled back with a giggle. He was too fast for her to get away though, and caught her around the chest, pulling her back against him for several more kisses.

Elizabeth pulled back after the last one, smiling. “I love you, father.”

“I love you too, princess. I love you and your mother more than anything else in the whole world,” he said as he pulled her into a hug. 

After a few moments, she pushed against his firm chest, and swung her hips over his tummy, sliding back until she could feel his penis against her rump. She reached back, gently taking hold of his member while leaning forward and pushing her flower back to meet it. When the pointed tip of her father's member was nestled firmly up against the entrance to her tunnel, he began to press firmly against her. 

It took several long moments and judicious hip rotation before the head of Father's penis finally made it's way into her, even with the oil lubricant. Then she began to push her hips against him, only gaining mere millimeters at a time. It was quite a long time before she managed to fill her tight tunnel with his length. She stopped to savor the feeling, laying against his chest, and he ran a paw down her back.

The intimate embrace let her feel her father's heartbeat between her legs, even as she heard it with her head against his chest. Still, she wanted to feel more than just his heartbeat, and pushed against his chest with her tiny paws, moving to a sitting position. He wrapped his paws around her butt and lifted a bit, making it easier for her to lift and lower herself with the tantalizingly slow pace that they both enjoyed.

Terrence, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying the feel of his daughter's tight passage gripping his penis so tightly, the pressure against the tip every time she bottomed out against him, and the sight of her tummy bulging slightly just above her pubis. Then she began to gyrate slightly, the subtle wave of her long torso mesmerizing him. 

It didn't take long for the tingle in her belly to return, and she continued to press down harder with every downward stroke. She could feel him bumping against the top of her passage, and slacked off a bit. Mother had told her many times that it would hurt if she did it too hard. Still, she was getting close to her first peak, and began to bounce a bit faster. 

The tingle was getting strong and stronger with every downward stroke, and she reached a hand toward her button, only to find her father had beaten her to it as she felt his thumb-pad against it, rubbing gently but quickly. It took only a few seconds of his ministrations before that tingle turned into a full blown spasm that started deep inside her flower and began to radiate out across her entire body. She stopped moving as her stomach, then her legs and arms began to jerk as her orgasm washed over her.

She pushed herself back up again, despite being in the midst of an orgasm, not wanting to stop her rhythmic bouncing. At the top of her stroke, her father moved his thumb across her button once more. It felt like she had been shocked, and her legs gave out. Before he could get his hands back under her, all forty pounds of her dropped straight down onto his rock-hard, driving him deeper inside of her than she had ever felt before. 

She gasped in shock, and her father quickly grabbed her legs and began to lift her up, terrified that she'd hurt herself badly. That was even worse, and she yelped. “Stop!”

“Oh God. I'm so sorry, princess. Are you okay?” He was petrified. If he'd torn her cervix open, she'd need to go to the hospital, and if they were stupid enough not to read her medical history, they might call the police, and that would get the CPS involved...

“I'm fine”, she choked out. Her entire body was still twitching from orgasm, and it felt like she was being stretched wider than she'd ever been stretched in her entire life, but only at the very top of her flower. “Just don't- ...don't- move.” She clenched her teeth against the pain.

It was fading, but slower than she'd have wished. She took a few shallow breaths, then a few deep ones. It felt like father was going soft inside her. “Wow. Did I really get you all the way inside me?”

“Uhh...Yes, baby. How much does it hurt?” he asked while turning the lights all the way up.

She felt his hand poking between where they were joined and looked down. He drew his hand back and looked at it. She didn't see anything on his hand other than the usual slickness. “It doesn't, now. It stung at first though. I think I'm fine now.”

“I don't see any blood, but I need to make sure. I'm going to lift you up now, okay?”

“Okay, father.” She pushed off of him, and she felt him slide out of her with a squelching noise. His penis was definitely going soft, and she frowned in disappointment.

“Roll over, princess. I need to make sure you didn't tear anything.”

She sighed, and rolled over. He sat up and gently pulled her over, then used one hand to spread her flower open. After a moment, he gently stuck a finger into it. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

She nodded as he continued to move his finger deeper inside of her, until it was in as far as he could get it. Then he swirled it around a bit and pulled his finger back out and held it up. “Well, you're not bleeding.”

“Can we get back to mating each other already?”, she asked with a bit of exasperation. Sometimes adults got all worried over nothing.

He gave relieved laugh. “Sure, princess. If you still want to. I...umm...”, he paused as he looked down. He'd completely lost his erection, he was so worried. “I'll need a moment before I'll be back up for it though.”

Terrence took a moment to grab more lube, then ran his paw up and over his now limp member, fondling and squeezing it until some life returned back to it. His baby girl sat next to him, watching, and rubbing her own parts with one paw. She used a bit of oil as well. 

When he was stiff again, he asked “Why don't you lay down and let me do the work for a bit?”

She shook her head. “No, thanks. I like sitting up like that.”

“I...umm...I'm worried you might accidentally do that again. I don't want to hurt you, baby girl.”

“It didn't hurt. It just startled me, father. Honest. I kind of want to try it again.”

He didn't really have an answer for that, though it did make him cringe. The thought of hurting her made him sick to his stomach. Still, if it didn't hurt...”Okay, princess. But you stop the moment it hurts, okay?”

“Okay father. I will. Promise.”

That being settled, he stopped stroking his member and lay back against the pillows. His daughter quickly crawled back over him, adroitly positioning his member against the entrance to her passage. Then she sank back onto him, far more easily than the first time. She managed to get him over halfway in with the first push, and almost the rest of the way in with the second.

Elizabeth paused at that point, feeling his tip pressing against the top of her channel. It stung a tiny bit, but at the same time, she knew that she could get him further in, and sat down with all her weight. She could feel his tip pushing hard against the end of her insides, and waited a moment. She could feel something loosening inside her. It started to sting a little bit again, and she tried not to grit her teeth, waiting it out. Then it popped, and she twitched, feeling him go another two inches inside of her. She took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to relax.

Terrence could feel the ring of her cervix slide down around his penis, tight as a  rubber band. It wasn't quite painful, but it was definitely strange. He felt somewhat ashamed as he felt his penis surge at the unexpected sensation. Knowing that he was all the way up inside his baby girl's uterus was....strangely arousing. About the same was watching his daughter fisting his wife. 

After years of trying to deny it, he was starting to realize that he was probably perverted. He could feel himself start to leak copious amounts of seminal fluid. Not quite a full orgasm, he could definitely feel it running out of his tip, pooling inside his daughter's womb. He wanted to thrust, to drive himself all the way to orgasm. He held back though, not wanting to hurt his little girl. Eventually his flow came to a stop, though he was still rock hard, knowing that he was as deep inside her as he'd ever been.

Elizabeth felt that familiar soothing sensation, a gentle warmth that calmed the constant itch inside her at the very top of her channel and relaxed, feeling the tightness near the top of her vagina easing, and the slight sting vanished. She shivered, wondering if father had squirted inside of her. He wasn't getting soft though, so she lifted herself up, feeling that ring at the top close up, and she sat back down. It held for a moment, then popped back down around the top of father's penis. It was very, very weird.

Still, it felt good, and she lifted herself back up until he was nearly all the way out, and sat back down. Once again, it held, but only for a split second before he was all the way inside her again. The soothing sensation was making it's way all the way up and down her passage. Father had definitely squirted inside her, though he was clearly up for another. She smiled, and looked at him.

He was staring at her belly, watching the lump that marked the head of his penis make its way all the way up to her belly button, shocked. The feel of her cervix popping open around the top of his penis every time she sat down was utterly bizarre, and yet he was harder than he had ever been in his entire life. Then he met her eyes, and smiled back.

She continued to raise and lower herself, taking it slowly, ecstatic that she'd was finally managing to take her father's full length. By the time she started to feel the tingle in her belly again, her legs were burning, even with father helping lift her up. Terrence, on the other hand, was amazed that he hadn't blown his load yet; this was one of the most amazing feelings that he'd ever felt. It was like having someone wrap their lips around his tip and suckling on it while he was having sex. 

“Father, I...I'm almost...”

He smiled, bringing a hand up to her clitoris, and gently rubbed his thumb-pad against it, rubbing quickly, but softly. He could hear her start to gasp, and felt her passage begin to clench around him. Then she bounced one last time, sitting down hard. He felt her cervix pop down around his head one last time and felt the tight ring of muscle rapidly clenching around him. That did it for him too.

Semen began to leak from his tip for a moment, then squirt hard into the very depths of her womb. She could feel his sticky love coating her insides in places that she'd never felt him before, and moaned. The orgasm that rocked her body was about as strong as it had ever been. Her legs, her arms...her entire body was twitching in time with the rhythmic clenching of her flower.

Terrence reached his hands up, grabbing his daughter around the chest as she began to fall over. He tried his best to hold her in place even as his own orgasm wracked his body, causing one of his legs to spasm uncontrollably. His member continued to twitch inside her long after he'd spent his load. When his legs stopped twitching, he lowered his little girl until she was resting against his chest, and ran a paw down her back, holding her gently.

“That was wonderful, princess,” he said quietly after a few moments. “Thank you.”

When she didn't respond, he looked down at her. Her head was resting against his chest, eyes closed. Her back was steadily going up and down in time with her breathing. Apparently she didn't need a pill to help her sleep, he thought, leaning his head back against the pillows. He reached over and turned the lights back down, soon afterward following his daughter into the realm of dreams.