Our Father – Ch.1 [M/f, str8, fantasy, breeding, incest, pain]

**Our Father**

*A corrupted father-of-many is intent on weaving a vast, incestuous family of obedient servants (among other more nefarious plans), beginning with taking the virginity of his firstborn daughter.*

This story is based off /u/fenoxo’s popular text game “Corruption of Champions” (which I had nothing to do with!). If you’re unfamiliar with CoC, this story may confuse you, but I’ve written it to be welcoming and enjoyable for newbies.

**All characters depicted in sexual situations are of legal age.**

Comments are much appreciated.

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**Chapter 1: Daddy’s Girl**

It’s been a long time coming – long by this world’s standards, at least – and you’ve been there every step of the way. You watched your daughter be birthed, you gave Kylie her name, you watched her hatch from her egg, you wiped her tears away when she skinned her knee, and you watched her take flight for the first time. Your daughter was once a tiny, fluffy-feathered chickling, but now she’s a tall, nubile, and gorgeous teenaged girl.

Kylie may be a harpy like her mother Sophie – your first broodmare and first *“wife”* – but unlike the pitiful things on her mother’s back, Kylie’s wings have thankfully grown into these great deltas of long, golden feathers that can fling her weight from the ground with the quickest twitch of her muscles. Her long hair falls to the small of her back and is the same shade as her mother’s, bright and white-blonde, but her eyes are the color of yours, and she’s got fewer long-feathers on her body than her mother, stopping at a fine line on her forearms and calves. The short-feathers of her upper-arms, thighs, and torso are soft and plush, almost like a golden fur. She’s lithe and slender, not half as meaty as her wide-hipped, big-breasted, big-assed slut of a mother, but she still has her curves of her own. With her slim, hourglass body, tall cheekbones, sloped, button nose, and full, plump lips, your daughter is truly the picture of beauty.

Kylie’s of your sharp mind, too. Intelligent and inquisitive but always eager for your affection and your approval. You’ve made sure she has a good head on her shoulders, to know when to fight and when to fly, and to know how to use the sickle-like talons of her feet, though, admittedly, your advice on that began and ended with simply, *“Aim for the throat.”* Kylie knows to be nothing like her ditzy mother – a woman who’d sooner open her legs for an imp than slay it – and she knows to question everyone and everything. Or, rather, everyone but you. But your hard work is finally finished. Kylie is grown now. You’ve done your duty to her, and now it’s time for her to do her duty to you.

You go to Kylie when the sun has nearly set, just as she’s about to take flight and roost in her and her mother’s nest. She’s wearing an off-white, makeshift bra on her chest and similarly ragged pair of breeches, giving herself some modicum of decency, unlike her always-nude mother. Another teaching of yours. Her body is a treasure to be safeguarded, as you’ve told her, and not some free gift to be teased to others.

You grab her hand as she smiles to you. “Sweetie,” you say softly, “You’re not sleeping in the nest tonight.”

“Where am I sleeping?” she asks you with a tilt of her head. She must think you’re pulling some prank on her.

“In my tent,” you tell her flatly. “With me.”

Her smile vanishes. No doubt that was the last thing she expected you to say. There’s a curious look in her eyes as she silently studies your gaze, trying to astutely glean some explanation from your expression, but you give her nothing. She’ll find out soon enough.

You lead the way as you walk Kylie to your tent – the largest in your camp but still far too small for your tastes – and your daughter folds her wings behind herself as she enters with you. When inside, you take her by surprise and turn on a dime as you capture her lips in a kiss, but surprised or not, Kylie doesn’t reject your advance. Only the opposite. She melts under your affection, and she lets your eager tongue in to play with hers. There’s no cosmetic or barrier between your lips and hers. Only flesh and flesh. Kylie has none of that golden lipstick of her mother’s on her lips, a whore’s tool that chemically induces lust. A tool you won’t ever be needing with Kylie.

You put a hand to the back of her head, to her long, platinum hair, and you slip the other down her back, to her bra. You have the straps popped in an instant, and the bra falls quietly to the ground. You put your hand to her breasts and grab a big, groping handful of her sizable tits. They’re not overly large like her mother’s, but they’re perky and rounded. Well-shapen. The soft flesh yields pleasingly under your squeezing fingers, and Kylie gasps into your kiss when you pinch your thumb and forefinger hard over her nipple.

You move your groping hand from her tit and slip it down to her breeches, and you yank them down in one hard flourish, making her fully nude. You grab a firm cheek of her tight ass and grope her again as you growl hungrily into your kiss. You bring your hand down hard and give her rump a sharp swat, and Kylie reacts with another gasp as her ass gives a fleshy jiggle at your spanking strike.

Grinning wickedly, you move your other hand from the back of Kylie’s head to the thick, feathered root of her right wing, a few inches from where it joins her back, and you give it a firm squeeze. Her breath catches yet again at the rough touching of her ultra-sensitive flesh, and you almost burst into laughter. She’s like putty in your hands. An easy lover.

Eventually you tire of kissing her and break your lips from hers. “Get in bed,” you tell her, and she quickly does as you ask.

You pull your shirt over your head as Kylie sits on the edge of your cot. You put your hands to your pants and your hard, aching dong springs free when you drop them. Kylie’s eyes lock on your manhood, and – not at all to your surprise – the look in her gaze is a bit more of unease than it is of lust. She’s not her dumb slut of a mother, after all. She’s not a mindless, lustful bimbo receptive to any and all seduction and wooing. She’s wise enough to be nervous of what’s to come. But she’s young, and she’s your child. She idolizes you. She’ll do whatever you ask, and as much as you do truly love her, you intend to use that to your advantage. “Don’t be afraid, sweetie,” you assure her. “You’re my baby girl. This is where you belong, with me, in my bed.”

She nods and lays down onto her back, folding her wings neatly beneath her. You swiftly climb into your cot with her and plant your knees beside her legs. Her thighs are held closed, and you’ll let her have that little bit of privacy – for now. You put each of your hands to your girl’s perky, fleshy tits, sinking your fingers deep into her soft breasts as you grope her. You give her boobs a few slaps and swats, watching her tit-flesh jiggle for your amusement, and she winces at the sharp pain of it. “Ow,” she squeaks.

“Hush,” you tell her sternly. “I don’t want to hear any complaints tonight, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kylie tells you hurriedly, and her words give you a swell of fatherly pride. She’s a good girl. A daddy’s girl.

“Open your legs, sweetie,” you command her, and Kylie obeys you in an instant. A few beads of moisture have already begun to leak out from the tuft of short, golden feathers at her crotch. When you pry the feathers open with two fingers, the pink, virginal slit of your daughter’s teen pussy has nowhere to hide, and you drink up the sight of it. Nervous or not, she’s sopping wet, and her tight, puffy cunny looks ready and eager for her daddy’s thick cock. It’s perfect. A pink little pie ready to be filled with her father’s white cream. When you look closer, you’re greatly satisfied to find a thin, fleshy film guarding her tunnel. Her maidenhead.

“Adorable,” you coo to your girl as you ogle her wet slit. “You’ve got the cutest little cooch, you know that?”

“Mm-hm,” Kylie hums shyly. She’s just happy you find her pleasing.

But you don’t ogle her for long. You’ve got your eyes on the prize now, and it’s time to plant your flag. You scoot over a bit and put your knees down between your girl’s spread legs, and she meekly opens herself a bit wider for you. You give yourself a few quick strokes as you line up your long, throbbing prick against your daughter’s tight slit, and you give her pink cunt a few prods with your thick, swollen crown. “Ready, sweetie?” you ask her. “Ready to make Daddy happy?”

A look of fear flashes in her gaze, but she nods to you all the same, never taking her eyes from yours. “Yes,” she whispers.

Your aching cock twitches, hungry to break in its newest bitch, and Gods do you have a treat for it. You’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. You’ve got a lot of pent-up aggression to unfurl, a great deal of unsatisfied lust to finally sate. You already know your girl’s pussy is going to smart by the time you’re done with it.

You push the thick head of your cock into Kylie’s cunt, slipping between her plump outer folds, and it catches against her hymen for just a brief moment before tearing through. Her pink slit is forced to gape around your invading prick, and it triples in size from the little hole it once was to now accommodate your massive, aching manhood.

“Open up, sweetie. Let Daddy in,” you grunt, as if your words can somehow goad your daughter’s snug snatch into letting you push your cock through it. Gods is she tight. The fear tensing her muscles makes the wet walls of her cunt seal vacuum-tight around your cock, showering your pecker in a hot, heavenly pleasure. Kylie squirms and writhes in pain beneath you, but that only makes her cunny squeeze tighter on your cock, doubling your bliss.

“It really hurts, Daddy,” she whimpers.

*“Quiet,”* you snarl at her, and you punish her insolence by rocking hard into her body with deep, violent thrusts. You force your cock angrily through her tight cunt, groaning as you greedily ravage her. “You’re my baby girl – *nngh* – and you’re mine,” you grunt, fucking her harder and harder, groaning into her ear like a rapist beast. “Your – *rrgh* – tight, teen pussy – *damn* – is mine. And when I cum inside you, your – *nngh* – womb will be mine, too.”

Kylie jams her eyes shut and nods, absorbing your words. She’s your bitch. She belongs to you. Her pussy is nothing more than a tight, wet hole for you to cum inside at every end of every long day, and she’ll get used to it before too long. She’s always been a quick learner.

You crash your hips harder and harder into her, spearing your cock through her hot, gripping cunt, slapping your balls into her ass. You give her jiggling tits a few more rough slaps before pressing your weight down on her, squishing her breasts beneath you. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to, sweetie,” you whisper to her as you kiss her, exhaling your hot breath over her face.

“You, Daddy,” she tells you obediently.

“And what is it for, sweetie?”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “For your cock, Daddy,” she cries out. “For squeezing your cock and making it feel good.”

“Your womb, sweetie. Tell me.”

“My womb is yours, Daddy. It’s for you to squirt your seed into, for you to fill up with your cum.”

Your lips curl into another grin. She’s such a better lay than her mother.

You break your kiss and rise to your knees, and your manhood becomes a blur of motion as it plunders your girl’s cunt. You groan louder and louder, swelling with pleasure, and you grab Kylie’s shoulders as you near your finish. “I’m almost there, sweetie,” you grunt. “Clench down on me, sweetie. Squeeze your pussy on Daddy’s cock. Make it tight.”

Though you never doubted she would, Kylie knows exactly how to do as you ask, and she clenches her pussy down on your throbbing prick. That extra bit of *oomph* is all you need to take flight. Your pleasure bursts into bliss, and your cock jumps and twitches inside your girl’s heat and wetness. The slit of your cockhead dilates as it spews out thick ropes of potent seed into your daughter, and they each flow through her cervix before finally settling in her fertile breeding ground. The first half-dozen spurts alone are enough to have her womb sloshing white with your spermy cum, and the spurts after those leave no doubt your seed will take root. You bellow out a hearty, animalistic roar as you empty the last of your load into Kylie, letting everyone in your camp know that you’re deflowering, defiling, and inseminating your own child – and that you’re rather enjoying it, too.

Only when the very last of your pleasure fades and your prick has half-softened do you finally pull yourself from your daughter’s freshly-deflowered cunt. The slit of Kylie’s sex, once pink and pristine, is now red and raw, bruised by your loving. It looks like it hurts. You probably could’ve gone a bit easier on your girl, but then it wouldn’t have felt as good for you, would it? And Kylie is your fuck-toy, after all. This is her duty to you. Her first night of many. The sooner she gets used to being your teen slut, the better off she’ll be.

A thick glob of your white seed bubbles up from her red slit, and you quickly put the flat palm of your hand to her cunt, plugging the leak. “Raise your legs above your head, sweetie,” you tell her hurriedly. “Keep them there. Let my cum sit in your womb. We want my seed to find your egg, don’t we?”

Kylie gives you a cute little nod. “Yes,” she says sweetly. She raises her legs high and locks her hands under her knees to hold them there. The frothy river of your seed flows back down her cunt and pools with the rest of it inside her womb.

You scoot over by Kylie’s head and dangle your half-erect cock beside her lips. “Now suck me clean, sweetie,” you order her.

Your cock is slick with your seed and smells strongly of the musks of both man and woman, but Kylie is far past the point of denying you. She obediently puckers her lips and pushes them down your cock, nursing on your length as she sucks you off noisily. She thrusts her plumped lips down your crown and takes you to the back of her throat as she suckles you and licks your cock clean of your cum. She winces at the strong, salty taste of your seed, but she manages not to retch or gag, and her surprising skill pulls a sudden, breathy groan from your lungs as your cock begins to harden once more. It doesn’t take you long to decide that you want her to do more than clean you.

You put your hands to the back of her head and start bobbing her down aggressively onto your cock. “Hollow your cheeks, sweetie,” you instruct her. “Suck tight, and keep licking the head.”

Kylie does just as you bid, and in moments you’ve got your daughter sucking you just how you want her to. Your cock is rock-hard again, but it won’t be for long, as only moments pass before Kylie’s puckered lips and flicking tongue have you cumming again. You’re silent this time as your second orgasm hits you, and you give your girl no warning. Your load spurts out sudden and thick onto Kylie’s tongue and she jerks in surprise, but you keep her head pressed down onto your length, preventing her from pulling off. Your twitching pecker layers her tongue with more seed and even spurts as far to paint the back of her throat with white, but you still don’t hear her gulp to take it down.

“You have to swallow it, Kylie,” you urge her matter-of-factly. You won’t be taking your cock from her mouth until she does.

At last you hear her throat gulp as she swallows down your thick, salty cum. Her face twists in blatant disgust, but she dutifully swallows down the whole lot of your load, down to the very last drop.

You slip your cock from your daughter’s lips with a pop and put your hands to her legs, urging them down, letting her lay flat. Your seed flows in a thick, white stream from Kylie’s pussy, but you’re far too tired to bother with it. You’ll clean it later. You lay beside your girl – mindful of the sharp talons on her feet – and you pull the furs up over the both of you, putting your arms firm around her as you pull her against you, sharing in the heat of your bodies. Kylie sighs as she rests her head on your chest. You peer down at her, but the sun is gone now and it’s too dark to see her face. You don’t know if her expression is pained or peaceful, but you suppose that, really, it doesn’t—

—“I love you, Daddy,” Kylie whispers, taking you by surprise and breaking the silence.

You smile and sigh gently. “And I love you, sweetie,” you whisper back as you close your eyes.

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