Chapter 18
Skanita maintained a swift pace as she advanced through the sun-basked valley that ran between the stony expanse of the Rocky Mountains. She wanted to avoid tiring herself too much, yet at the same time, the eagerness brought by the looming reunion with at least a member of her family excited her, especially after two days spent in total seclusion. Skan, her beloved brother, became nothing more than a sweet, fleeting dream that forced her to awake into an imperfect world. Without her brother -her half- to stand by her side, Skanita found herself forced to opt for the next best thing. Han. Her father. Possibly the very reason why Skan left her in the first place. 
Skanita often wondered how would father react when he saw her. What could she do or say to make him understand that mating with her brother had not been a mistake, or a rushed decision? What if she just kept it all buried within her mind? Somehow, running away from the past seemed just as dangerous as confronting it.
Skanita had a few hours to decide. At sunset, when her paws took her away from the mountains and into the heart of the wetlands, she had to make a decision. The humid scents of the ponds forming from the collection of rivers that carried the crystalline water onto the even plains rushed upon the wind. She entered one such pond to clean herself of any trace left by her brother. In order for her scheme to be successful, she had to remain firmly rooted in the present. It was hard, sure, but less painful than to keep thinking of what could have been if she awoke in his embrace at the start of this strange, mournful day.  
Skanita made her way past the lake lands, venturing to the very fringes of her territory, a place her father warned her of multiple times. The winds seemed to grow colder, buffeting the grizzled trees with icy winds during the cold months of winter. Skanita was not beyond such challenge today. It was still the middle of summer, and she was much too young, too energetic to let nature slow her down. Cutting through the trees, venturing through bushes, that was the path she chose to cut the distance as much as she could to make it back to her father before nightfall.
An hour or so later, his strong scent entered her nostrils. Heart quickening in her chest, Skanita followed the trail. “Father?” she asked once the pungent smell of a fresh marking made her nostrils shudder for just a moment.
A growl came from the thick vegetation. Skanita recognized it all too easily. She pushed herself through the lush vegetation to emerge on the verdant bank of a small pond and see none other than her father in all his splendorous glory. Though only a couple of days had passed since the incident, it seemed like an eternity since she last laid eyes upon him. Skanita opened her mouth to talk. Only a hushed growl came out. He had the same fire within his crimson eyes, a flame that warmed when touched and burned when provoked. And he was big too, at least a head taller than her, with more dense muscle hiding underneath his fur. Skanita looked over his toned body. Not a single strand of hair changed there. He was still the same father that raised her, the provider that kept her fed and protected, but ever since she started mating with her own brother, her fears of being discovered changed this perfect image. Turned it into something lesser with each passing day. 
“Father…I’m sorry for being gone so long. I just…needed time to…” Skanita started, only to clamp her maw shut as the bigger cougar got onto his fours. He watched her for a few breathless seconds, then pushed himself off the ground, crashing into her not with the intention to harm, but to love.
“I’m glad you returned.” His warm paws pressed her down and held her against the ground so that his barbed tongue could taste her fur. His breath rolled around her ears like a summer breeze, calmer than the growl rippling through his throat. Skanita’s heart melted with the first semblance of affection she felt in days. It wasn’t aggression she heard, but the fierce affection of a concerned parent.
“Why?” Han rolled her onto her back, nibbling into the thick fur of her neck with affection. “Days, Nita. Days without even a sign of your presence. I know it’s hard to understand your brother’s reasoning. Believe me, I was a wreck to find him gone without even a farewell…but there comes a time in a male’s life when they need to make tough choices. Skan had made his. Do you understand, daughter? He’s never coming back.”
Skanita couldn’t find the strength to reply. Not when she struggled to keep the hot tears from spilling down her cheeks. That rotten, selfish bastard…how could he leave after everything they’ve done, all the intimate moments they shared? Has that truly meant nothing to him? Did he just use her to fulfill his most basic of needs only to discard her for a better prospect?
“You’re right,” Skanita answered on a stern, confident voice. Her reply made her father’s austere eyes widen for a moment. “Painful as it is, he made his choice.”
“Yes, Nita…and now we must make ours. You are still too young to know the bitter touch of grief. So fragile, when your instincts keep pushing you in the embrace of a male, even if he happens to be your own brother.”
“Father…we haven’t-“
“I know,” Han said calmly. “You’re my daughter, Nita. I trust you to make the right choices.”
Did he? She could hardly tell fiction from truth, especially now, when she was tormented by the same heat that washed over her father’s body. Han traded words for licks, and the warmth of his tongue felt so much better than the cold worries prodding at her from the corners of her mind.
Skanita chose to squeeze life in her grasp rather than let it pass her by. She grabbed into his fur with her paws, then dragged his head towards her nose so she could taste his fangs, smell his breath, and stare into his vermilion eyes for a heartbeat before his broad tongue blocked her view. 
The female growled as she was pushed against the ground again, one broad paw holding her there while the bigger, more powerful male sniffed, licked, grazed at every part of her slender body. Skanita waited for him to calm down from his burst of affection. She missed the touch of another just as much, and after such a bitter, sudden departure, nothing felt better than the kiss of his gentle fangs upon her exposed neck.
“I want to know why, Nita. Tell me why have you not come to me earlier if this heat affected you so? Those games you’ve played with your brother…I could have done so much more for you.” The male started licking around her head much to the female’s growling pleasure.
“I was scared. In need. Afraid of what would happen if I failed to satisfy the fire that raged inside me. I…I had none who could truly understand me apart from the very brother I shared a womb with.” Skanita confessed.
“You had me,” the male hissed. “You are not a cub anymore, Nita.” He empathized those words by pushing his nose hard enough into her paw to coax the sharp tips of her claws out into the open. “You can kill just as easily as I can…” his nose then pointed towards her swishing tail. Her gender, so small, almost unnoticeable a few weeks before now bloomed into a pink flower that always glistened with the results of her lusts. “You can carry cubs within your womb even if you are not ready for such burdens. An adult must learn responsibility, but my daughter, my family…we make fear itself bend to our will. Isn’t that what I taught you during our hunting lessons?”
“Skan had always been more receptive to such lessons. The path of a huntress never suited me.” Skanita reached towards his muzzle. “I know I should have made a better decision. It’s just that…my own instincts led me astray after Skan started to court me. He asked me to become his mate, made love to me with tongue and paw…I was happy. Happy and afraid, because…I knew that being with him is a lie I have to live with for countless days, until…until he…” Skanita pushed her head into his neck to take a deep breath of his scent. He still carried the vague smell of her home inside, molded with courage as well as the other simple joys of the days before her heat. She used to knead her way through her father’s luxurious coat from neck to belly during her days as a cub. It still felt so soft to the touch, like a cub’s fluffy coat. 
“You still carry a slight reminder of his smell inside your fur,” her father pushed his nose into her belly. “Vague, but noticeable to the nose that greeted him when he was but the size of a rock. I trust he treated you right during these games you played? Did he ever get aggressive or asked you to engage in less savory adventures?”
“Father, what’s that supposed to mean? Skan never mistreated me.”
“That’s what I used to think, before…” he shook his head. “Let us not darken this moment any further. What does my daughter wish of me now?”
“To serve you in any way that I can, father. It was wrong of me to leave you alone. I was selfish, and now I wish to atone for the mistakes I’ve made.”
“Really?” A gleam flared in his eyes. Something that Skanita never noticed before. Her father was loving, stern…but he never looked at her in the same way he did now. “Would you consider…showing me what you’ve done with him?”
“Of course, but first I must ask you a question, and you need to answer truthfully.” Skanita licked her nose, holding on to her father’s unwavering gaze. “Do you wish to mate me…father?”
The male blinked, then licked her warmly across her muzzle. “Oh, Nita. What kind of silly question is that? I’m your father!”
“And a provider who never relented from his duties. You took such good care of us. What if I ask you to provide me with something my brother never did?” Skanita met his tongue just briefly before they both started expressing their mutual affection once again. She held on to his neck with her forepaws, and he crouched on top of her, low enough to warm her with his body, yet still applying enough force with his paws to avoid hurting her with his larger weight.
No words were shared, only growls. For a few precious moments, they each basked in each other’s embrace, enjoying the simple pleasure of a tongue sliding along fur, or a warm nose sniffing into an ear. 
“Father…father, stop. There’s something I must know before we continue this further.”
The male released her soggy ear, much to her dismay. 
“What if I carry his cubs?”
“Carry what? You’ve only said you haven’t mated him a hundred times.”
“Yes, but…he mated my paw more times than I can count. He spilled so much seed inside it; seed that had the chance to spill over on my belly and bloom during the many nights I slept on my back. Is that not what females do when they wish to conceive?” Skanita shook her head. “I should have been more careful. Now my favorite position might just give me his cubs!”
“My dear, silly Nita…you worry too much about a future that’ll never come to pass,” her father warmly encased one of her paws between his jaws, licking between her toes with that lovely barbed tongue, making Skanita purr with utter delight. “For a female to conceive, she needs to mate hundreds of times. Even if you were to lick yourself with a tongue laden with seed after a pleasure session, the seed would not find purchase in your womb. Same goes for paws. You need his cock inside you many, many times, as we are not wolves to produce cubs from the very first mating. The seed of a cougar is thin. That’s why we make up for it through sheer persistence.”
Skanita blinked her eyes. “If that’s true, what moves such a downpour after weeks of drought? You kept me in the dark when you could have told me this earlier, before I learned it all on my own.”
“In spite of what you have done with Skan, know that you are still my beloved daughter, the same precious cub who came into the world wet, blind, smaller than my paw.” Han draped his tongue over her muzzle. “I love you, Nita. Nothing will ever change that.”
“I…I love you too, father.” She stammered under the waves of unexpected affection. “I’m sorry for straying away from you. If only I could turn the time back, to be more open with you, more trusting than the fearful recluse who choose solitude over courage…”
“Worry not, Nita. You’re here now, and your father will take care of all your needs, like any provider should.”
Skanita flexed her paws as her father touched her sensitive pads again. He carefully sneaked his tongue between the tawny fur that surrounded her toes, licked between each claw, then tasted her pink pads one by one before letting her moistened paw dangle above her chest. 
“Mrr…that feels…mraahhhh…so good…” Skanita purred. While she lay belly up, her father started licking along her chest with broad strokes of his broad barbed tongue, washing whatever water still clung into the clumped strands of her fur. Han tidied the clumps with long, broad strokes of his barbs. Warmed her flesh with rushes of familiar heat so much that Skanita’s hind legs trembled when his breath coursed through her lower belly. He was close…so close to the source of her heat, and the sudden thought of being claimed and filled with the same seed that conceived her made the cougar’s young, excited heart leap with eerie pleasure. Skanita pawed at his head. She wanted him to go lower…but the male’s tongue climbed along her leg instead to lick her moist paw pads all over again. 
Skanita spread her toes apart. She loved the combination of rough and moist that was her father’s tongue. The grizzled cougar knew his way around her body better than anyone else apart from her brother. He pressed his nose into her pads just at the right angle, then blew a puff of warm air that made her toes curl with tingling pleasure.
“Mrrrfffff…...fatherrrrr…” Skanita grabbed at the air with her unsheathed claws. She felt so warm. So…loved.
And during this moment of weakness, her father switched to her other paw, licking it until the young female kicked at his nose just to relieve herself of all that tingling heat coursing through her muscles.
“You are mine, Nita. All mine. Every strand of fur you carry in your coat, every soft padded toe you walk upon, every claw that hides within your sheaths, and every tooth that sinks into the prey I bring… you even smell like me, Nita…”
He towered above her, his wrinkled lips exposing fangs that dripped with warm saliva. Skanita was not afraid of the sudden passion that poured out of him. Skan too got possessive every now and again, yet none had more right than the very male that created her.
His lips twitched as he drew in a sharp breath. Skanita froze. They both did, Skanita hardly kept her paws still from all the excitement coursing through her while her father drew closer and closer to her tail until his warm tongue slid its wet, barbless tip along her wet, fleshy gender in an electrifying surge of sexual heat.
“Father…that’s…that’s too…”
“I’m only cleaning you, Nita,” the male hissed, clearly ravenous for the sweet taste of her puffy, heat-stricken lips. “Relax. I know what I’m doing.”
Skanita batted the air with her forepaws. Rushes of expectation forced her tail to swish around manically behind her shivering haunches as her father revealed the entire length of his impressive fangs. Seeing him snarl like that made her heart pound with intense desire. Her legs spread without her accord, as if her own body wanted to entice a strong male into tasting one of the most rewarding treats a male cougar could get his tongue on.
Han didn’t even linger. As soon as his Flehmen response ceased, he dabbed his tongue over his daughter’s gender again, tasting the honey from the very source of the female’s irresistible heat.
“Hrrrawwwwrrrrr!” Skanita’s hind legs crossed over his head, keeping him there, begging him to linger just one more moment with that silky tongue of his. 
And he did. He lapped her sex three times with that beautiful tongue, four times, five times…more than he usually did when he sampled her scent, and what started as a sudden bout of excitement suddenly turned into something much more pleasant for the young female. The playful heat that raced through the sparkling strands of her fur flared higher with each lick. The tongue she craved for no longer dabber at her sex, but pressed against her twitching lips, seeking to feast on the slimy bounty hiding within the flesh that moistened further with every beat of her pounding heart.
“Grawwrrhhh, that’s…father…you’re getting me too…it’s all so quick…” Skanita strained to speak, yet the male kept stroking her heat further and further, caressing her sensitive lips in a way they have never been touched before by his tongue. Before, he aimed to cleanse. Now, it became clear that his desires had shifted towards more primal needs…and there was nothing she could do to stop him, for it felt far too good, much too wrong to get in the way of her blazing instincts. She felt so sensitive down there. Defenseless against the beast she just unleashed. 
A rippling shudder traversed her stiffening body. Skanita opened her maw to speak, but her own father cut her words short as the raspy part of his tongue met her silky lips in what was the strangest and most intense embrace she ever felt for the past lonely days. Tingles of pain made her muscles clench, and pain made them open up again as the stimulation forced her open like a fresh, blooming flower covered in the silky dew of a warm, misty morning.
“Mraaaahhhhh! Hraaarrrr!” the young, fertile female trembled, her defenseless sex battered by the male’s restless tongue. His nose smelled nothing but the sweet scent oozing from her squelching lips. His tongue tasted nothing else aside from her obvious pleasure, squirting out in unwanted spasms, one at a time. He never used his barbs before. Why? Why was he doing this now?
Skanita kicked her paws, heart thundering in her chest as the heat slowly acquired a sinister edge. She was afraid of what was coming. Afraid of the hungry beast she’d feed if her lust exploded out in the open.
“Fatherrr, prr…prrease!” the female cougar growled out with utter desperation. “Sssstop. Stop, mrawwrr, stop…before I…I’m going to…!”
Her face contorted as sounds she never thought possible slithered through her barred teeth. Her desperate words passed by deaf ears. Once he tasted honey, no male ever wanted to feast on anything other than silk.
And his tongue felt just so good rubbing against her sweet, puffy lips. It twisted from one side to the other and slurped her juicy sex like a voracious predator, scratching her sensitive flesh with hundreds of small barbs, then diving that smooth, silky, barb-less tip into her unprotected canal with short prods that filled Skanita with bursting jolts of intense pleasure.
During this wild ascent to the wildest peaks of her pleasure, Skanita’s toes curled so hard the tips of her claws came out. Her tail straightened, and every muscle she could control apart from her heart tensed against her will, cutting even the flow of air coursing through her panting maw. 
“I’m going to…father, you’re making me too warrrrrrm…” Skanita’s mumbles grew faint in the squelching feast that happened beneath her tail. A rumbling growl coursed through her father’s throat. Two strong paws slammed against the female’s inner haunches, spreading her legs apart so that warm, restless tongue could push its tip deeper than it ever did before. 
Skanita threw her head back, eyes rolling in their sockets once her cunt was laid bare before her father’s assault. The heat that had been building up within the depths of her sex now rushed through her body like a tidal wave of untamed bliss, heating everything in its path, then becoming greater, and greater, pressuring her gender to give it all up until it heaved with a spear-like squelch.
Two growls rippled through the darkening forest. One muted and soft, the other wild and desperate like any primal beast. Skanita shifted from one side, then to the other, curling her spine in strange ways as her body emptied itself of all that rippling heat. She never felt the flames consume her in such wild feverous passion ever since Skan probed her silky walls with his barbed, beautiful penis. Like then, the primal force of her needs ripped through her flesh like a flurry of claws, only that each spasm brought immense surges of pleasure instead of debilitating pain. Her tunnel squelched, spat, twitched and trembled, unearthing the hidden treat sought by her hungry father, who still slurped with greed and licked with utter need for more of her scent, his tongue making the messiest of sounds as it dabbed against Skanita’s spurting sex. It became clear from his desperate assault that he wanted to keep her going for as long as he could by using barbs to stimulate the sensitive walls. Skanita had no chance but to throb. She was no longer in control of her own body. Waves of heat crashed down upon her senses in repeated bursts, keeping her leaking and trembling more than she ever bargained for.
The tide of pleasure ended as suddenly as it began. With a deep, shaky breath, Skanita splayed herself on her back, growling weakly as her sex still emptied itself of the last slivers of gushing heat. Satisfied, father licked his wry lips off her juices. “You’re… fertile,” he licked his nose again, still snarling from the potency of the scents he just ingested.
“Wh…what?”
The male took a few moments to clean himself. Once his lips fell back over his fangs, he crawled closer, nuzzling along one of her hind legs. “My daughter matured into a proper female…”
“I…I’m not carrying cubs? Are you sure?”
“No, of course not,” the male licked into her neck. “I told you before, Nita. Even for a breeding female, it takes many couplings for seed to take hold, and…not all males are equally successful.”
“That’s good to hear,” she mumbled tiredly. “But I still don’t know why you had to do…that.”
He gave her another loving lick. “Of course not. I wanted to taste your scent, but it was more intense than I imagined. My instincts just got the better of me.”
“It was so…overwhelming. I don’t want that to happen again. Cubs can wait a year or two.”
Could they? Her father’s continuous affections did not distract Skanita from the smell of his own masculine musk. He was hard under the tail, his crimson spire dripping in the same way she did a few moments ago.  Before she could point out that particular problem, the male crashed beside her, pawing playfully at her limbs, dragging them over to his exposed belly.
He looked so big, inviting, fluffy… Skanita just had to remember how good she felt in her brother’s loving embrace to make her decision. Aroused or not, she crawled on top of the only male she had, carefully pushing her tail out of the way of his cock to avoid stirring him more than necessary.  Right now, she wanted to love her father more than she wanted to breed him.
“Say you had the chance to mate whoever you wish. How does the ideal male look for you?” His paws wrapped around her neck again in a way she absolutely loved. “Does he preside over an immense territory or provide you better than me?”
Skanita licked her father’s nose, tasting a bit of her own essence in the process. “Is this a game?”
“Perhaps,” the male replied. “Indulge me. I must’ve earned that right by now.”
“Oh, shut that playful muzzle before I bite it whole,” She nibbled at his whiskers, and the male, being no pushover, pulled onto a few of hers in return.
“Alright, stop. My ideal mate…he is many things, and I guess I’d like him just the way he’d turn out. Silly and stupid are not qualities I’d refuse unless they become excessive. Sure, he can’t know me as well as you and my brother can, but family members can’t just mate and raise cubs together, right?”
“Yes. Of course,” the male said. “Cougars need foreign blood to prosper. That’s why your brother chose to leave. We males need to roam and mate as many females as we can before we settle on the right one.”
“But…is that not…”
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” Skanita shook her head.
“What have I said about lies?”
That they had sharper fangs than cougars. But Skanita couldn’t just talk about mating all over again. She couldn’t. Not when she felt her father’s member throb against the base of her tail. It was so close to her lips. Just one push. That’s all it would take for her own sire to slip inside her wet pussy and fill her with the same rippling strength that burned within his muscles.
“My brother had a dream a while back, about…mating with another male.”
“Oh, really?” Her father smiled. “Are you not just pulling my whiskers again?”
“No, father. Is that…bad? Does it mean he likes males?”
“Nita, Nita, Nita…” he caressed her head with a loving paw. “You’ve matured in body, yet your mind still frolics around like an overexcited cub. We’re talking about a dream. It’s not unusual for the mind to wander towards what cannot be, especially in dreams, where our control is wrestled from our grasp.”
Skanita nodded her head. “Be that as it may, there are cougars who do it in the tail, right?” After her father nodded, the playful female pressed on further. “Tell me how it feels, both to mate and be mated.” 
“Well, tight, for one. An ass lacks any sort of lubrication, so you’d have to apply ample amounts of licks before even hoping to get inside. Once there, it’s tight. Not very different than mating with a female. But to be mated…now that’s something a lot more bizarre. How to put it so that you understand?”  her father adjusted himself better on her prone body, rubbing his wet spire around the female’s bare lips. “Females have their pleasure center located right behind the entrance of their pussy, but for us males, there is something even more sensitive than the nerve-packed barbs adorning our cocks. There is something small, something sensitive within us that makes the seed come out. You felt it too when I tasted your scent.”
That she did. But even after such an intense moment, her gender still dripped with liquid heat, unsated, unconquered…and Skanita found herself pushing her rump towards her father’s tail, feeling the barbed protrusion of his needy cock tense with pounding throbs. 
“In your tail, mrrr? It sounds a bit gross, but part of it intrigues me. Oh, to see a cougar on top of another, both painting the ground with their seed. Why does it stir me such?”
“Because it is forbidden…” Han whispered. 
Skanita smelled his arousal, washing in ample amounts around them. By this point he had already squirted an impressive amount of lubrication on her lower belly, and she knew for certain that this talk of sex aroused him to no end, especially after his recent game of tongues.
“If that is the case…why are we locked in such an intimate embrace, when a few thrusts are all you need to paint my fur with your essence?”
“Ah, Nita…clever as ever. I admit there’s nothing more I wish in the world than to release my own seed right now…exactly here,” he draped his barbed tongue over her muzzle three times from separate directions. “On your soft, perfect body.” 
Skanita licked her father’s snarly lips in return. She had him pinned. All that was left to do was take advantage of his already stoked instincts. “Put it in me then. Just for a moment. I want to see how it feels.”
“Are you sure?” Han’s eyes glimmered with lust. “It is wrong for a parent to engage in these kind of games, but for my daughter, I will do anything.”
“We can’t mate. You said it yourself.” Skanita looked into his striking eyes. “But then you also said it takes many matings for the seed to take hold, so just do it this one time, alright? Just the tip, only for a moment, then pull out, fast as lightning.”
He licked his muzzle with eagerness. “That sounds easy, but…Instincts are not easy to tame. Once they overcome your mind, they won’t relent. I might get rough with you, Nita. Are you still sure that’s what you truly want?”
She knew rough before. Those long days when desire leaked out of her with no male to quench her need were more painful than any cock could ever hurt her. Skanita played with her father’s head, but with every passing heartbeat, she felt increasingly attracted by his gender. What if she took it inside her mouth and suck the cum out of his cock instead?
Skanita decided to follow her first plan. Her need burned down there, at the base of her tail. She lifted it, then rubbed herself from side to side. The male’s paws tightened around her neck. He growled at her first. Then he traded his words in favor of a most loving touch. He licked her as she stimulated his gender with her wet backside, then nibbled her neck strong enough to hurt once her lips kissed his hard, aching flesh.
Skanita couldn’t stop herself once she found such a wet, throbbing treasure. She shoved herself against her father’s member, forcing his spire inside her soaked passage faster than any of them expected. 
“Hrrraaaarrrhhhhh,” the female snarled as the flaring barbs of her father’s erect cock raked the sensitive insides of her flesh. Storms, she forgot about the barbs, so hard, so raw, so painful! Skanita pushed her paws against the male’s powerful chest, her instincts urging her to flee from harm’s way. 
But her father’s massive paws clutched her tighter than ever. The male’s throat vibrated with a sudden, trembling growl that made Skanita’s fur stand on end from the sheer strength of the vibrations coursing beneath her. Once he felt the warm embrace of her flesh, the cougar shoved his member inside down to his very balls, sliding the entire length of his rock-hard cone through her tunnel like a battering ram. 
“Rawwwwhhhhh!” Skanita screamed out in pain and elation alike. “Too rough!” She spat fiercely, the tiny protrusions catching onto her flesh like a thousand minuscule claws. Shudders of agonizing heat forked along the scratches left by his barbs, filling the young cougar with a bright flare of unexpected pain. 
And that was just the beginning. Skanita felt his throbbing member pull back towards the entrance of her clenched lips. She growled and spat, then choked when her father plugged her again with the entire length of his shaft. 
He started thrusting at a steady pace shortly after he got accustomed to the soaked depths of her insides. Skanita’s claws came out of their sheaths. She imagined her first time with Han to be calm, warm, full of love, like it had been with her brother, not the shuddering-inducing torment it turned out to be. 
“Father…father! This hurts. Pull out. Prrr…prrease purrrr aawwaarrrrhhhh!” she yowled back at her father, whose warm breath flowed across her snarly face. She tried to wrestle his paws off her, but he was stronger than her. Bigger. 
And fully and utterly inside her.
No sane male would ever jump off from a fertile female willingly. Especially not a strong one like Han. Skanita felt the sting of his claws pressing through her fur. Like his barbs, his paws latched onto her with a stinging embrace, holding her prisoner against his warm, vibrating belly as he surrendered body and soul to the ancient instinct to breed. 
“Fatherrrrr, it stingssss! Stop…please stop! You’re hurting me!” Skanita begged over and over again as her defenseless passage cried its own liquid tears around the hungry member that invaded her. It came in and out whenever it pleased, with squelching throbs that splattered crystalline drops around their union. She was so wet down there, yet it still hurt so much. The pain set her inner flesh on fire, and in her desperation, Skanita latched her jaws around her father’s neck when he thrust his head up to yowl out his bliss, her grip feeble compared to the bite of his claws.
She was weak, and he was strong. Much stronger than her brother had ever been.
“Graawwrrrr!” the young female yowled as crimson snakes made their way down from her wounded pussy. 
The male’s own lips pulled up to reveal his shining fangs, menacing and beautiful at the same time. They latched on to her neck, hard and cruel, same as his member. 
Skanita couldn’t even snap at him now. Held by his paws, trapped against his belly, she could only clamp her tail muscles as hard as she could around his battering cock, hoping that was enough to hold the male’s lust back.
It wasn’t. The tightening grip of her muscles only served to enrage his thrusts. His cock throbbed harder, pushed deeper, scratched her over and over again until a surge of intense heat shot into her passage deeper than his barbs ever did. 
Skanita’s teary eyes widened for a moment, then sealed shut as heated tremors ran over her entire body. Another surge came, harder than the last, stimulating the very source of her heat while her passage rippled around the member that pounded like a second heart. She knew this. Felt it when her brother came inside her. Skanita no longer had to fantasize about her father filling her with his powerful seed. She had him right here, right now, with his large, fertile balls jerking up towards his twitching tail as he emptied himself inside her, launching rope after rope of thick essence deeper than his tongue ever reached before.  
“Mrroooaaarrrraaawwwwrrrrr!” the male’s throat rippled with cry akin to a wounded beast. Hot, humid air rolled over Skanita’s contorted face, flaring back the unbearable heat that lay in waiting. The pain left by his barbs had all but evaporated, replaced by surges of pure pleasure as the male’s viscous seed coated her tunnel with a warm layer of protection. When they rubbed along her passage, his barbs no longer hurt, but stimulated her flesh in a way she never thought possible.
The female tensed like a spring. She took three more thrusts. Then four, and five, before her own muscles started emptying themselves of all their inner heat. She embraced his perfect member with all the strength she had for two pounding heartbeats, then loosened a sharp squirt that bathed her father’s cock with more warmth than he could handle. 
Skanita cried weakly, joining her father’s deeper growl as they both soared over the peak of their pleasure. A dozen of seconds after his first spurt broke loose and he was still cumming so hard inside her. She felt the spasms of his tail, the warm trickles of seed and female essence pooling beneath her soggy lips. Thoroughly coated in an ivory film of cum and female ejaculate alike, her father’s perky testicles sent their fertile sperm deep inside her.
Skanita forgot all about his claws, his jaws, his barbs. She focused on his cock, plowing in and out of her passage, each trip stirring dazzling surges of intense delight. She loved how deep it entered, how it tensed before every spasm, how it filled her tunnel with rivers of creamy essence. She absolutely loved the feeling of being thoroughly filled, and so she milked that life-giving seed with all she had, sucking it in through pounding spasms that brought the fertile fluid into the depths of her body, each spurt feeding her instincts with more waves of blanketing warmth. 
Han remained inside even after he ceased throbbing. The simple presence of his cock inside her walls kept Skanita twitching a dozen more times. Now that their growls had died down, the squelching sounds made by her clamping gender became a lot more obvious.
“Nita…” the male rasped after the might of his instincts left him completely and utterly spent.
“Stay there,” the female perked her head up to lick at her father’s jaw. “I…I want to feel it inside me just a bit longer.”
“It’s not… how I imagined it to be. How it should be. I hurt you.”
“They’re scratches. Just feeble little scratches compared to the gift you left inside me…” Skanita whispered, panting weakly, half dazed from the filling pleasure that still coursed through her limbs. She never felt so…filled before. It was as if her father’s seed fed her instincts with the juiciest meat one could find. So much of that beautiful fluid still pooled up inside her…kept in place by her father’s persistent, semi aroused cock. 
“No. This, I cannot do.”
That single word ruined her moment of great delight. Once he saw himself out of her pussy, Skanita rolled onto her side, splattering the ground with her father’s precious seed. Upon seeing such treasure go to waste, she immediately rolled onto her back to preserve what she could, but the stubborn male pushed his head between her legs and laid siege to her gender with the same tongue that brought about her first release. 
“Awwwrrr…father…why?” Skanita watched him eat her out with the big eyes of a submissive kitten as he pushed and wriggled his tongue into her flooded depths to coax out as much of the ivory cream as he could. She knew why. They talked about cubs moments before they mated. It made sense to avoid carrying her father’s cubs…but after she had him inside her, Skanita felt only bitterness at the messy sounds made by his slurping maw. 
She let him take his essence back, as was his right, then crawled into the thick vegetation for a moment of solitude. Skanita watched the veil of the night claim whatever remained of the fiery clouds that sailed on the violet sky. She thought of many things here, from her first time she licked her brother’s member to the many times they mated. How would Skan feel now, if he found out that his mate had betrayed him in turn? That she coupled with her own father? Would he accept it? Wherever he might’ve been? Perhaps with…another female?
Skanita couldn’t bear that thought right now. She pushed her nose into her gender to feast upon the scent of the little hope she had left. A thin streak of pearlescent fluid made its way out of her twitching lips. Skanita sniffed at it a few times, then took it upon her tongue, the virile fluid forcing her lips to bare and reveal her snowy fangs. Some of her father’s seed still lingered well within the depths of her pussy, and the mere thought of having a male’s essence inside her calmed her in the absence of her brother, who filled her in similar fashion more times than she cared to count.