Taboo Part 1

The night was warm, but it always was in this part of the desert. Even if the wind coming off the ocean nearby should have been cool, it was not.

And Traigar was hot.

He’d left the small country house in the grasslands hours ago, feeling a strong need to be away from it, and sort out his thoughts. And the Barbarian shaman had sought out his kin in their village near the sea.

Maybe if he was near them, drank with them, spoke his native tongue with them, he would forget what awaited him back at the house. But he did not forget. No amount of drink had erased the day’s events from his mind. And no amount of conversation took his thoughts from her.

At last, he was drunk, but not stupidly so. Only drunk enough to know he had to go. One of the local girls in the village had been making eyes at him, flashing him glimpses of her naked sex beneath her skirt. But it had only make him think of her, awaiting him in that soft bed.

The moon was still high in the sky when Traigar forced himself up from the sand around the fire, and said his slurred goodbyes to his people. Then he wandered on a zigzag path back through the short grasslands to the house.

The air took on a faint chill, and it brought him back to his senses. He breathed deeply, standing infront of the door, forcing himself to think of nothing, and failing.

She was everywhere, everything. He could smell the pure nubile scent of her on his hands. And it reminded him of the sweet taste of her. And again, for the hundredth time that night, his groin was hard in his leggings beneath his kilt. He needed release. And she was so close at hand.

He almost burst in the door in his hunger, but managed some sense of calm as he closed it quietly.

There she lay, on her stomach on the bed. The firelight from the fireplace danced across her naked ebon skin, reminding him yet again of her Drow heritage. Her mother, a mysterious witch of a woman he had bedded for but a brief period while traveling, had never looked so curvaceous.

The girl lying on the bed murmured in her sleep, clutching the pillow beneath her cheek closer with her hands underneath. One of her legs, the one nearest him and furthest from the fire, bent and came up slightly on the bed, rumpling the sheets she must have long since thrown off.

He had left her satiated and asleep, and she must not have wakened. She was so young, so fragile and new to the world. The day had been a day of battle, and the poor enchanting mage was exhausted.

Traigar quietly made his way to a chair near the end of the bed, resting against the wall there. He rifled through his things, his packs and bags of herbs and potions.

I will leave, he told himself, repeating what he had been telling himself all night while drinking.

I will turn around now and leave, and never return. This is wrong, in so many ways.

But as he turned around, the firelight caught on her skin.

Her flesh wasn’t like his. She was beautiful, gorgeous and feminine even if she was no more than a child. But she was wrapped in an ebon skin so blue it was almost black. His eyes traveled up the curve of her slender feet, probably so sore from the running he had made her do today. He wandered up her legs with his eyes, looming over the foot of the bed now. And he found it hard to breath as his eyes were drawn over the backs of her thighs, up towards her rounded, curvaceous buttocks.

A true Drow would not be so curvy, she would be more slender. Cha`ol’s mother was more slender, elvish. But Cha`ol had inherited more of her father’s blood than her mother’s. And she was fleshy in parts where a normal Drow would not be, dark-haired where a pure Drow would be white.

Traigar gulped as he noticed the fine curve of the sleeping girl’s backside, her firm spine and soft shoulders, and the dark silky hair that covered half of her face as she slept.

Those eyes, he remembered.

Those intoxicating eyes. She was hypnotizing him the moment they first met, and he had known she was truly aware of her power over men as she stared into his eyes, her fingers trailing the slight trace of sweat between her breasts through her bodice.

She murmured again, a soft sigh. And her leg moved further up the bed.

Traigar found himself breathless as the soft roundness of her cunt became exposed to the flickering firelight. The orange flames danced over her nether lips, catching glistening drops of fluid there and dancing.

She was wet, the barbarian realized.

Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out to touch her.

His large fingers trembled as he finally came to her sex. He was leaning forward, stroking her puss lips, when she lifted her head suddenly, and looked at him, grinning.

“Father,” she said quietly, almost purring the word.

Father.

He made to pull his hand back, but just as he did, she rolled over beneath him, legs spread, hands beneath the pillow she was propping beneath her head. The sight of her naked form on the bed made him lose his breath. Her thighs parted so invitingly, her secrets open to his eyes.

Traigar stood and quickly began to undress, gaze glued to his daughter’s sex. She was gleaming in the firelight, ready and excited even in her sleep, even as she only just woke up.

She wanted him.

He was soon naked, and kneeling between her ankles on the foot of the bed. His cock was rigid and hard, but he suddenly didn’t know exactly what he wanted. A look of doubt must have passed over his face, because suddenly Cha`ol was concerned.

The young girl sat up on her end of the bed, and moved closer to the much larger barbarian, coming to him on her hands and knees.

He held his breath, hands at his sides, as she looked up at him.

Smiling, Cha`ol took his cock in her nimble fingers, and began to stroke him.

“So hard, Father. Is this for me?” she said coyly in stunted common tongue.

“Yes,” Traigar forced himself to answer.

He looked down, watching as her fingers slipped beneath his testes and cupped his balls, his family treasures, gently caressing them. Then, his eyes glued to her lips, he watched as his daughter’s mouth opened and she took in the head of his cock.

Her mouth became sealed around the head of him, and he immediately felt the urge to cum. But he refused to let himself. His three wives had long taught him the importance of sustained pleasure and excitement. And he wanted more of Cha`ol than he had ever had from them.

His daughter’s lips were tight around him, her eyes closed as she moved her mouth lower down his shaft. She was so tiny, so small, even if she was more human-shaped than elvish. Soon, she was pushing the head of his cock to the back of her throat, and he could feel the firm sponge of her tonsils and palette.

She was taking him in, gods she was taking in so much of him.

Traigar couldn’t stop looking down.

Cha`ol’s mouth was firmly suckling him now, her head bobbing up and down. He realized his hands were lifting before he actually meant them to. And soon, his fingers were tangling gently in her hair, pulling her to him, to his groin.

He licked his lips.

“Suck it, Cha`ol. It feels so good…”

He couldn’t believe he was encouraging his own daughter to suck his cock. And yet he was.

The young girl moaned around his flesh and suckled harder.

Traigar gripped her hair and began to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth and back out, in and out. She had coated his cock with her saliva, slickening him thoroughly so he could glide out of her mouth and quickly back in.

He was out of control, he realized. He was fucking his daughter’s face, and enjoying it, and wanting more, to cum in her mouth, down her throat, all over her face.

Traigar pulled her by her hair and flung her from him, panting. She landed back where she had been lying moments before, on her back, round eyes blinking up at him.

He knew he must look frightening to her, his face flushed and his chest heaving with exertion.

She was trembling, creeping slowly back up the bed and away from him.

Too late for that, he growled to himself.

The barbarian reached out and gripped her tiny ankles in his fingers, dragging her smoothly and quickly down the bed towards him. She cried out and reached behind her for the headboard but missed it, finding only the soft pillow. She threw it at Traigar, but he batted it away effortlessly.

He was drooling now, slathering at the mouth, gritting his teeth. His eyes felt ready to bulge out of his head.

He felt like he had earlier that day, when he had first met the girl. He had been corresponding with her mother recently, and he had wanted right away to meet the child she had bore him without his consent or knowledge. She seemed ashamed of the child, and that appalled him, that any child of his had been growing up disrespected.

But then he had seen her, and he was as smitten as any father gazing upon his own newborn child. It was as if it was her first entrance in the world. And he had finally been able to witness it.

She was standing there in a white robe that looked tight and soft at the same time. It clung to her curves, and showed her for the woman she was. But looking into her eyes the first time, Traigar had seen something there he had thought only to see among his own people. Cha`ol shared his passionate personality. Even if around her mother, she was calm and demure and obedient, her father had known right off that there was also a fire in his child that only a few would ever see, if they were lucky.

Later that day, he had been the lucky one.

She had been flirting with him shamelessly, baiting him with tales of her sexual escapades with her guard, her only true experience with a man. Cha`ol had teased and toyed with her father all day, until at last she had brought him here, to her mother’s country house.

She had sat near him, dangerously near, and had wiped with her fingertips at the trails of sweat slipping between her rounded breasts.

Traigar had tried to talk to her. But it had been useless. Finally, he’d given in to the raging passion inside, disrobed her and himself, and taken her almost viciously on the floor.

And she had not fought him, but had encouraged him.

Ashamed, he had helped her dress, ignoring her sly glances and blushes. Later they had found a good camp to kill at together, Traigar struggling to keep himself calm and teach his daughter the ways of using shamanic magick on unsuspecting prey.

But he soon became the student as she slipped herself into his arms, felt beneath his armor, and released him yet again. She seduced him easily there on the blazing sands, and he had taken her from behind.

He had taken his daughter like a dog, a bitch in heat, slapping his balls against her clitoris as his cock thrust deeper and deeper into her tight sheath. He had been slobbering and enraged with lust, grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her head back until her spine was arched like a cat. He had cum inside her after making her orgasm around him, he had poured his seed into his own child.

And now, he was feeling that same loss of control again.

Cha`ol squealed softly and gripped the sheets in her hands, but Traigar’s hand came down on her chest, between her breasts, his strength easily pinning her to the bed. He growled threateningly and she froze, eyes wide as she looked up at him then down to his engorged cock.

She was his prize now, his victim, his to have as he wished. And she knew it.

He slowly lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek tenderly and wiping at a drop of his own pre-cum that rested on the corner of her mouth. Then he moved his hand to her chest.

She had round breasts, not pert and perky ones like her mother had had so many years ago. Traigar dragged his thick fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.

“Do you like when I touch you?” he asked quietly.

She nodded.

“Say it, Cha`ol.” ”I…I like when you touch me.”

Traigar nodded, one of his hands moving up Cha`ol’s leg to grasp her fleshy thigh in his fingers. She was so tiny, so fragile and soft looking beneath him. It made his cock throb and bounce.

“Do you remember what I told you earlier, my daughter?”

The young girl nodded again, looking down to where Traigar’s hand was going down her ribs, to her navel.

“Tell me.” ”When we are in public, I am your daughter. And I am to call you Father.”

“And?”

His fingers teased the indented navel of her abdomen, then moved lower, until he was covering her mons with his palm, stroking her dark silken pubic fur with his fat fingertips.

“When we are alone, I am yours. And I am to call you Daddy.”

“Like now.” ”Yes, Daddy,” the girl said.

And as she spoke, he felt her tremble.

In excitement or fear? He did not care.

He was going to fuck his daughter again, no matter what.

His wide thumb opened her folds and quickly rubbed her clitoris until it was hard, a pearl-like bud peeking out of her dark sex. Traigar lifted her up by the thigh, forcing her ass off of the bed, and brought her cunt up to his reaching lips.

Then he was lapping at her, his thick tongue forcing her puss open and licking her from bottom to top. His free hand went behind her, holding her up by her back as he licked and licked over her.

She tasted so good, so sweet.

Like she had earlier.

“Cha`ol…my daughter…” he groaned, lapping at her sweet cunt.

“Daddy,” she answered, cooing as her fingers reached up to his hair.

He couldn’t resist it any more. He dropped her down to the bed, his hands going to her hips and holding her pinned again to the mattress. Her eyes were wide again, and for a moment, she looked innocent, ignorant of his desire for her.

And even a little bit afraid.

“Daddy?” she asked.

“My daughter,” Traigar answered.

Then his cock was finding its own way inside her, diving into her sopping wet cunt. She cried out from the pain of his merciless thrust, and he felt her stretching around him.

He had no idea of her real age. She couldn’t be that old. If she were a human child, purely human, she would be so small he would likely break her permanently with the viciousness of his fucking. If she were pure elf, she would mentally be many years his senior, if not physically the same age as him.

But she was a half breed, and had only partial traits from either of her parents.

That made her physically smaller than other Drow her age, but mentally further than her human counterparts.

She was old enough to have a woman’s body, but young enough to make what he did to her dangerously taboo.

“Fucking you is taboo,” he whispered, groaning as he held himself up on his hands on either side of her.

“Do it anyways, Daddy,” she answered.

He pounded into her, making her small girl body bounce beneath him on the bed. He could feel his cock going further and further into her with each thrust, until finally he was bottoming out at the base of her womb. He ceased the hard fucking and lay ontop of her, her head low against his chest as she dwarfed him. And he focused on his cock.

He could feel the head of him pushing up against the forbidden base of her womb. Then, as he squirmed around inside her, side to side, he could feel it giving way. He pushed, deeper, and she cried out in pain beneath his chest, her child-like voice muffled.

There. A soft pop and his cock was completely within her, the bulbous and sensitive head buried in the depths of her womb.

Traigar clutched his daughter’s trembling form to him and wriggled his cock around, more. Then he rolled suddenly onto his back, taking her with him.

There were tears of pain in her eyes, but right now he didn’t care.

“Ride me, daughter. Ride your Daddy.” ”Yes, Daddy!” Cha`ol answered.

And she began to grind.

Traigar gripped her by her hips, forcing her harder down on his cock. He could feel the entire head of his member pushing into her womb, spreading the forbidden barrier. Her nails digging into his stomach told him he was hurting her. But he was sure her elven blood would take care of any damage.

Right now, he just wanted to be released inside his daughter’s womb.

Cha`ol ground against him, pushing herself over him. Her body rocked back and forth in his hands, and he urged her to go faster with his fingers. Then he cupped her ass, remembering her delighted shock as he had fingered her anus earlier. Again, he slipped one fat finger into her puckered flower, making it writhe serpent-like inside her.

The reaction was instant.

Cha`ol began to buck against him, over him, wriggling as his finger danced in her tight, tight asshole.

“One day soon, I’m going to bust your cherry there,” he growled, forcing his finger deeper as he pushed up into her womb with his hips and cock.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!”

She was cumming!

He could feel her sheath milking him, stroking the shaft of his manhood.

“Yes, cum for Daddy. Yes yes!”

“Daddy! Daddy!”

She was crying his name, tears streaming down her face.

Then suddenly, he couldn’t resist. He rolled her back over, and began to pound into her for all he was worth. He could feel his cock tearing inside his daughter’s tiny sex, filling her cunt and probably damaging her womb.

She wouldn’t need it, he told himself.

She was going to be his sex slave. He was going to fuck his daughter every night of his life for the rest of his life, if he had his way.

And with that thought, Traigar came, coating his daughter’s innards with his seed.

Filling the product of his desire with fresh lust.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise over the desert, Traigar stirred from an easy slumber. His child was nestled in the crook of his arm, and as he looked down into her open eyes, he could tell that the pain he had caused her was a memory now. He was right. Her mother’s Drow blood had helped her heal from the wounds he had undoubtedly caused her.

But they still cut him, and filled him with regret. Tenderly, he kissed her forehead.

Then she sat up, stroking her father’s cheek. He reached out, unashamed now as he stroked one of her heavy round breasts.

“I have been thinking, Father, while you slept.”

“Of what?”

He lifted his mouth, pulling her closer with his fingers firmly on her breast, until her nipple met his lips and he was tasting the salt of her skin.

“I think…you could convince my mother it is in her best interests that you ..care for me.”

He nodded, now biting gently at her erect nipple.

She stroked his hair, smiling.

“She may even give you money for my upkeep. And she need never know what is between us.”

Traigar sat back now, lying flat again.

“Is that what you want, my daughter?” ”Yes, Father. Very much so.”

He reached out to her, and she melted into his arms, against his chest. His mouth sought and found hers, and she suckled his bottom lip even as she spread her legs and climbed over his groin. He could feel his cock stirring against the cool wetness of her sex, and he pulled from the kiss to look at her.

“Are you sure?”

She moved her body until she was positioned over his cock, teasing herself for many moments with the smooth head of him.

“I am sure,” she said.

“You are my Father. My Daddy. I want to be with you forever.”

Traigar grunted, feeling her now-heated sex against his cock. Then he reached out, pulling her by the hips, and impaling her firmly on his sex once more.

He liked that idea. That her mother would pay him money to fuck his daughter, his wonderfully delicious and tight daughter. Child of his loins, flesh of his flesh.

And he spent the morning doing just that.

 

K.Skellington.
Copyright © 2002 [BloodWine Productions]. All rights reserved.
Revised: October 24, 2003 .