Taboo Part 2

The city was quiet, but there was nothing new about that, for the Drow were a quiet race, and their home worlds under the earth reflected that. Nothing moved, nothing stirred.

Traigar could hear his own heart beating, and for a few moments, as a guard paced by his hiding place, he wondered if others could, too.

But the guard kept going. And slowly, Traigar began to move out of his hiding hole and further into the dark elf city.

All around him was the radiating blue glow of the underworld the Drow lived in and called home. There was no single light source, only the constant glowing of the world, the stones, even the buildings.

Thankfully, where he needed to go was not too far into the city. He was creeping through the foreigner part of the city, where the few races that would associate in trade with the Drow made their homes and shops.

Closer he crept to the particular part of the city he needed to get to. Another guard approached and the barbarian shaman slipped breathless into an alley way and ducked into an empty crate. Soon, the guard was gone, but Traigar’s problems were only increasing.

He chewed his lip, wondering how he would dodge the ogres and trolls that stood between him and his prize – Cha`ol.

Somewhere in this part of the city she was sleeping, cradled deep in her mother’s townhouse. Since Cha`ol had left him, returning to her underworld home, Traigar hadn’t seen or heard word from her. And her mother did not respond to his letters, pleading to be allowed to see the young girl once more, to take her hunting, to teach her things. Anything.

After a few days, he hadn’t been able to sleep any more. He could smell her hair as it wrapped around his face. He could feel her lips on his mouth, his neck, his groin. He missed the feel of her nestled against his body all through the day, writhing beneath or above him all through the night.

Cha`ol was his! And he was going to take her with him out of this city and this life, for once and for all!

Slipping past the ogre and troll guards was easier than Traigar had thought. They had worse vision than the Drow guards, he realized. And their sense of smell, though very keen, was very much focused on food and edible things. They did not smell him as he crept past them.

Then, he was there, entering the townhouse.

So this is where her mother had lived all this time. And where Cha`ol had been growing up the last few decades. She was still such a child, her mixed blood putting her behind the maturity of other Drow. And yet, for her young looks, her human heritage made her voluptuous and curvaceous. How his hands ached to touch her, caress her. How his groins ached to be buried within her orifices again.

Buck up, and wait, you’ll have all of her you could possibly desire, he cautioned himself.

Then he was slinking down the curved staircase and pushing through the heavy metal door.

No guards hung around on either side, and Traigar dared to breathe a bit easier. Then he ran lightly up the first staircase to his left.

If he was correct, the style of decoration and quality of furnishings showed he was nearing the main bedroom. Cha`ol’s mother likely slept there.

Traigar remembered the Drow woman very well, even if their only meeting had been brief. It had been intimate, and detailed enough that he could see where Cha`ol got her wicked ways from.

If her mother were there, sleeping, maybe he could slip into her room, touch her again. Would he dare?

Traigar moved to the open doorway of the master bedroom and looked into the dark depths of the room.

Nothing stirred.

But he could make out two forms…three? Covered by the blankets and sheets that made up the bedding in the far corner of the room.

He gulped and slipped away. He would have to move quickly if he wanted to pull this plan off properly. Down the hall he wandered, ignoring any door that looked less than elegant.

Cha`ol was the only daughter of this Drow House. She would be set in a lavish suite of rooms, no doubt.

But then again, she actually might not. Her mother was ashamed of the child’s human heritage and had proclaimed Cha`ol’s brother as the heir. That was why Cha`ol had thought that her mother would take the idea of sending the girl off to the northlands very well.

It must not have gone so simply, Traigar thought, frowning as he crept past what appeared to be the dining hall.

There was no way Cha`ol would not have come back to him, to his camp on the beach, near the village of his people. She had given him her word. And she had seemed so serious.

No, of course she had not been lying. Something must have gone wrong. His sweet, luscious Cha`ol would never lie.

Then, he was suddenly there, nearing the open door way that led to her room. He could smell her already.

But so could someone else.

Standing in the shadows to one side of the doorway stood a massive and ugly war-wounded troll. He must have been a hired guard belonging to the House, for he was dressed in wonderfully shining armor and carried a very large weapon.

As Traigar came slightly closer, he saw that the troll had his greaves unlatched and open around the groin, the codpiece out of place. And one of his bulky hands was jerking furiously. The barbarian shaman could hear the fast panting of the troll, could smell his fetid breath. Then, he heard a gasp.

The beast was masturbating!

Traigar moved behind the troll, unseen in the monster’s excited state, and looked around him. The monster’s beady eyes were glued on the sleeping form of the girl lying half uncovered in the bed just beyond the door, his clawed fingers stroking fast over a cock the size of a black mamba! A curvy buttock shone in the light reflected from the troll’s armor, the sweet labia exposed through the girl’s shift and between her pressed together thighs as she lay innocently on her stomach on the bed.

Rage burned in Traigar’s belly, and he had to resist the urge to pummel the much larger male into the nearby wall.

I just have to bide my time.

Finally, the troll groaned, a low and feral sound. Then he was redoing his greaves and armor, bending to wipe up the spilled puddle of semen at his feet, and moving on down the hall.

Probably to spy on Cha`ol’s mother.

Traigar watched, breathless again, as the troll came near his hiding cubby hole in the wall. The troll stopped to smell the air, but thankfully moved on down the stairs. The shaman could hear the creak of the steel door, and then the swampy smell of troll was gone.

He sighed in relief, then held his breath as he slipped easily into Cha`ol’s room.

She was asleep, her head turned to face him on her silken pillow. The radiation was less in the darkened bedroom, but he could see the stains on her cheeks from her tears.

She had been crying, had fallen asleep crying.

Traigar’s heart leapt to his throat and felt tight. He ached to touch her, but for some reason found himself holding it off. Slowly, he took off his helm and gazed for several more moments at Cha`ol’s closed eyelids. Her eyes beneath them moved back and forth, fluttering.

She must be dreaming.

Then his eyes began to roam down her body. His fingers reached out and plucked the blanket from her shoulder and hip and dropped it on the bed behind her. Now her sleeping form was completely exposed.

Traigar sighed contentedly as his fingers dropped her soft skin. Her shoulder was bare, the loose silk shift slipping down her arm. She felt warm, and had the smell of a youth, a child even. He breathed her in, knowing full well the depths of her maturity.

He ran his fingers down her arm to her side, over the silk shift. Then he was playing them over her ass. Oddly, her buttocks were warm in places, heated, swollen even with welts.

He frowned, and scooted down next to the foot of her bed.

In the dim light, he could see the hand marks on Cha`ol’s ass.

Someone had spanked her until her round buttocks had welted and swelled!

He gasped, shocked and enraged, pulling his hand away.

And in her sleep, Cha`ol sobbed, a heart-wrenching sound that tore Traigar’s breath away. He couldn’t wait any longer, and moved to her side.

“Cha`ol…Cha`ol!” he whispered, shaking her by the shoulder.

As soon as her eyes opened to look at him, deep blood-red pools gleamed through escaping tears in the darkness right into his soul.

“I’m…I’m dreaming…This isn’t real…” she said, unable to speak coherently.

“No, it’s real. I’m here. Get up, kiss me, you’ll see.”

Cha`ol sat up immediately, throwing her arms tightly around Traigar’s neck. Her rounded breasts pressed into his black leather tunic, and her tear covered face came to his as she kissed him deeply.

He could feel her tongue searching for his, and he met it eagerly, lapping at it and playing with it. Then he was holding her tightly to him, his face in her neck.

“I knew you hadn’t forgotten me. I knew something went wrong,” Traigar sobbed.

Cha`ol pulled away, her small hands on his cheeks.

“Of course not, Father. I love you. I told you I want to be with you forever.”

Her words, the earnest look in her eyes, told him she meant every word.

Traigar got onto his knees next to the bed, his barbarian height still putting him high above Cha`ol where she sat. He cupped her small human-shaped round face, and rubbed away her tears with his large thumbs.

“I came for you because I knew you couldn’t come to me. I’m going to take you out of here. I…”

But looking into her eyes, seeing her full pouting lips, leaving this room was the last thing on his mind.

“Do you…do you still want me?”

“Yes, Father.”

She said it so easily.

“You know what I said about calling me that, at times like this,” he reprimanded her lightly.

Cha`ol blushed and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Say it. Say what I want you to say.” ”I want you, Daddy. I want you so badly!”

His mouth was over hers so quickly, so fiercely, she gasped against his lips and her hands flew to his wrists. But she clung to him, and did not push him away. While their mouths met with great heat, Traigar’s hands were moving over her body. The shift was ripped from her nubile form, and her breasts bounced easily into his hands.

Finally, he pulled from the kiss, unwilling but forcing himself to look upon her.

She was panting, her bosoms heaving in the dark. Looking at her naked flesh, her slowly hardening nipples, made Traigar’s lips curl in an animal snarl. He wanted her like he hadn’t before. But he wanted her differently. He wasn’t an animal, a troll, a beast.

“Cha`ol, I…I want you. Right now.”

He stood up, noticing how she looked out the open door to the hallway, then back at him, gasping, hand at her mouth.

“Now?” she whispered.

“Yes. I have to have you now.”

He was undoing the weapons belt at his waist, and peeling his tunic up over his head. Her eyes moved furtively between her father’s naked chest and open desire, back to the hall. Her mother was sleeping only doors down, and if she heard any sound, she would come running. She was Drow. Her ears were sensitive. Cha`ol was obviously afraid.

But he didn’t care.

“I’m going to show you how to please me. Right now. I can’t wait. I’ve waited for you too long, dreamt of my daughter’s mouth. I want to feel it, Cha`ol. I want to feel you.”

She looked up at him, and her eyes were filled with trust and fire.

“I want to show you how to please me, my daughter. Don’t you want to please your father?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

And he could tell by her tones she meant every word.

Now, he was completely naked. Cha`ol was sitting on the side of the bed, small legs hanging over the edge. He towered above her, but when he reached down, his large hands found her breasts easily. Traigar rolled them in his palms and felt his cock lurch between his thighs, growing harder and harder. Cha`ol’s eyes dropped to it, and she licked her lips, her small hands going up.

Before letting her go, Traigar pinched her nipples painfully to get her attention. The girl winced and looked up at him.

“I’m going to instruct you on this, daughter. I’ve dreamt of the perfection of your mouth. And I want you to learn how to please me, perfectly. You’re going to be the best lover, my only lover, my perfect daughter.”

He reached down and gripped the base of his cock. Cha`ol was looking at it as if she had never seen it before. Previously their love-making had been brutal and intense. Now, though, he felt like taking all the time in the world. He stroked himself infront of his daughter’s face, watching as she wet her lips again and again.

She was hungry for it. She wanted it. It made him only grow harder.

“Open your mouth, very wide. That’s good,” he said, moving slowly closer and spreading his feet far apart to lower his center of gravity.

Cha`ol opened her sweet mouth, lips parting, wet tongue waiting for him. Slowly, he lowered his cock against her tongue, moving the already wet tip over it.

“There. Don’t close yet. Just feel it. Feel that? That’s my precum. I want you to taste me, see how much I want you. Mmm…”

Cha`ol’s eyes stayed glued on Traigar’s, but she wriggled her tongue slightly beneath his cock.

“Good girl. Now, close your lips. Good, wrap them around my cock head and suck back, so you take all the head into your mouth.”

Gods, she was so perfect, listening to his exact instructions.

Cha`ol’s lips wrapped around the underside of the sensitive ridge that defined the shaman’s cockhead. His daughter obediently sucked back, and his cock was soon quickly enveloped within her hot, wet mouth.

Traigar closed his eyes and reached a hand up to Cha`ol’s face, stroking her cheek. She moaned and the vibrations went through his sensitive cock flesh.

“Careful,” he warned, pulling his hand away and putting both fists on his hips.

He looked down, his eyes scolding her.

“You don’t want to pleasure me too quickly. I want to enjoy you. Only go quickly if I ask, daughter of mine.”

She didn’t move, looking up at him abashedly.

“Now, with your hands, reach beneath my cock. I want you to take my sack into both hands, hold it with barely your fingertips, and gently roll it. Ah yes, like that.”

Cha`ol’s small hands reached up through his fur and lightly picked up Traigar’s balls. She did exactly as he had said, rolling them in her fingertips.

“Feel them, Cha`ol. You came from there. That’s where my seed grows, where I make it. Feel the small balls? Those are my family’s treasures, my heritage. I put you into your mother’s belly with those. Be gentle, always be gentle with them.”

Cha`ol rolled them gently, carefully, between her fingertips. He shivered, feeling his balls tighten under her carefully guided ministrations.

“Okay, now move one of your hands to the base of my cock, Cha`ol. Hold me still with one hand, while the other holds my balls.”

She obeyed, moving slowly, achingly slowly.

“Now move your mouth lower over my shaft. Take my cock head deeper into your mouth. Take it in as much as you can. I want to watch you take it.”

He looked down, watching as his daughter’s lips moved further down his rigid shaft. She closed her eyes, and he could feel her gulping to swallow her extra saliva as she took more of him in.

“Now tighten your lips, daughter. Yes and suck back again. Suck me gently.”

He moved his hips forward, resting his hands on her shoulders as she sucked. He could feel the insides of her cheeks as she gently caused a vacuum and sucked her father’s thick member deeper into her mouth.

“Mmm, you’re so good at this. Gods, you were made for me. Your mouth was made for my cock. It has to be because you’re my flesh, my blood, my seed. Made for me, Cha`ol,” he groaned, staring down at her mouth around his cock.

His fingers wound into her hair. He couldn’t control himself much longer.

“I’m going to start to move in and out of your mouth now. Keep your teeth wide, and up off my flesh. Don’t bite down, never bite down. You need a lot more of this before I can teach you that. Get ready, I’m going to start to fuck your mouth now, daughter.”

Traigar gulped, finding his knees suddenly shaking as he began to move his hips forward and back. The motions dragged his cock in and out of his daughter’s mouth. She formed an O with her lips, without even being told, and he bucked a bit harder, until he felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

Would she be able to take all of him in? If he knew his little girl, she would try her best.

“Cha`ol, I want to..to feel you suck all of me. All the way to the base. I know you can do it, if you relax and try. Will you try…for me?”

He was panting now, and knew he would cum soon, even if she didn’t manage to deep throat him. But if she could, it would be the best feeling he’d ever had. And to think his own child was doing it for him.

Cha`ol pulled off and he could see a silver thread of his precum dripping from her bottom lip while still suspended off the end of his cock. The sight tore at his guts, it was so beautiful in this dark blue darkness.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” came her soft, quaking voice.

He petted her hair, softly, loving her so much just then.

“Just try. That’s all. Just relax, breathe through your nose, and try, Cha`ol.”

She nodded and went back to his cock, opening her mouth and suckling him again.

Traigar bucked forward a few times, renewing his incredible hard-on. And then, he was ready. Slowly, his fingers tightened on her hair. She opened the O of her mouth wider as more of his thick shaft disappeared between her lips. He could feel the objecting spongy flesh at the back of her throat, then felt his cock head pull back.

A bit worried, he withdrew and fucked her mouth normally. Then, determined, he wound his fingers harder in her hair, holding her head still as he slowly pushed forward, more.

Her mouth slipped down his cock. He felt her fingers digging into his hips as she struggled to take all of his member in.

“You can do it. Do it for me, Cha`ol,” he encouraged.

“Do it for your Daddy.”

Hearing his words, she seemed to relax. He pushed harder in, holding her head completely still now. His hands in her hair probably tore a bit, but he was beyond thinking of such trivialities. He was focused solely on her mouth engulfing the entirety of his cock.

Then, the cockhead was at the back of her throat, bending slightly, and as he pulled her head forward more, he was down. Down the back of her throat.

Quickly he withdrew, not wanting to make her vomit by overwhelming her too much. But before she could spit him out, he was pushing back into her throat again, forcing more of his cock down.

Now, at last, her lips were at the base of his cock.

He began to buck more, biting his bottom lip as he looked down. Cha`ol, his half-Drow daughter, was sucking his cock, deep-throating him, her father. She was taking all of his huge cock between her lips and accepting it gracefully to the back of her throat and beyond.

Traigar closed his eyes, feeling the incredible surge of his cum as it boiled up out of his tightened balls and burst forth into his daughter’s throat. He continued to fuck her mouth, even as her cheeks filled up with his un-swallowed cum.

“Drink it, daughter. Drink my seed, swallow it all, yes yes…”

Cha`ol began to swallow and gulp around him for dear life. He could feel her choking on it, but it didn’t stop his desperate thrusts as he fucked his little girl’s mouth.

“Ah! Ah ah ah!”

Her fingers dug painfully into his flesh and she struggled to pull away from his hands. But these things only served to heighten his ecstasy, and Traigar continued to spurt into Cha`ol’s throat.

Finally, the last dredges were being forced out of his cock. He gripped her hair tightly still, keeping her tight to his groin.

“Drink it all, Cha`ol. I want to feel you drinking me, tasting me, I want to feed you my seed as I fed it to your mother. Yes, drink it.”

She did as she was told, obeying her father’s directives submissively until at last, he pulled himself from her, spent and limp.

Panting, Traigar looked down into his daughter’s face, stroking her dark black hair that separated her from her Drow companions with their white locks and slender forms. She was round-eyed, round faced, and round bodied. She was his.

“Cha`ol,” he said lovingly, looking down into her eyes.

Then he knelt infront of her, wiping at her mouth that looked slightly bruised, stretched and tender.

“If I take you away from here, from your mother and all of this, this is all you have to look forward to. I will please you, but you will live to please me. Are you sure that is what you want? This is your last chance to change your mind.”

Her arms went around his neck eagerly, quickly, and she snuggled against his chest.

“I’ll leave with you, Daddy. I want to please you and stay with you. Didn’t I do good? I can do better!”

“Of course, Cha`ol.”

Traigar smiled and hugged the girl close to him. Sometimes, she acted like a seven or eight year old human. But she was far beyond that age, both physically and mentally. Just, when he was around, she looked to him for guidance.

“You won’t be able to bring any of your clothes. I’ll have to buy you new things. And you won’t be bringing any money. And we need to leave, right now.”

He stood up, dressing quickly. Cha`ol slipped on the same white robe he had first seen her in, when he had first met his daughter at her mother’s request. Her rounded breasts were squashed together and exposed down the center between the lacings of the bodice.

His groin lurched again, even though it ached from so recently cumming. Immediately his eyes went to her mouth, and she smiled at him so sweetly just then, she must not have known what his thoughts were.

Or, maybe she did. His daughter was quite the seductress, flirting with him as soon as they first met. It had been a shock, back then, but a pleasant surprise. She had wanted her father as much as he had wanted her.

“Ready?” he asked, and she nodded.

He put out his hand and she slipped her ebon skinned blue one into his, following him out into the hall. A set of stairs led right from her bedroom down towards the steel door that would lead them into the underground city.

The troll was no where to be found.

Out the steel door they went, keeping to the dark side of the curved staircase as they made their way up to the city streets. Then, suddenly, Cha`ol was torn from his grasp, squealing until a giant hand covered her mouth. But her eyes warned him into silence and Traigar cleverly slid into a shadowy cubby that probably usually held a guard. He watched to see what was going on.

“Well well well,” came the rugged, deep voice of the troll guard.

Traigar watched as the monster’s hand moved from Cha`ol’s mouth down to her chest. Beastly, the guard fondled Traigar’s daughter’s breasts. Rage filled him, and he snarled, but before he could act, he met Cha`ol’s eyes.

They were steel now, red and livid of their own accord, but showing the wisdom and intelligence of her mother’s blood. She nodded to Traigar, who remained hidden in the shadows while she turned to face her captor.

“Lumpin,” Cha`ol said quietly. ”Lady Cha`ol,” the troll snorted, not releasing her but holding her by the arms.

“Let me go.” ”I don’t fink so…”

Lumpin licked his lips.

“I been waitin’ for you. I knowed you was gonna try somethin’, some night. Your mudder tol’ ol’ Lumpin to watch for you. Now I see you leavin’. And now’s my chance for you.”

“Chance for what?” the girl asked almost coyly.

Traigar’s heart dropped into the darkest recesses of his soul as the troll took one of the shaman’s daughter’s hands and put it on his codpiece.

“I finkin’ I can have some of whatever you been givin’ out that’s got your mudder so worried ‘bout you, that’s what!”

“And what makes you think I’d give you any of that? You’re a stupid troll. And I’m Drow. I’m not allowed to…fornicate…with your kind…”

Her fingers slipped the codpiece to one side and the troll drooled openly, long pointed nose looking slimy and mucus-filled as he snorted eagerly. Cha`ol’s hands reached into the leather leggings, fumbling with the massive cock behind them.

The troll shivered and shook, his armor jingling.

“But I won’t tell no one. If you make me happy, you fornucade wif me, I won’t tell no body you went anywheres.”

“I don’t know, Lumpin. It’s…so big… And if you bragged to someone, or if they pretended to worry about me…”

Traigar gulped again. From where he was, he could see his daughter’s hands stroking the bare exposed cock that coiled in Lumpin’s pants. And he could smell the excited troll’s swampy fetid stinking breath.

The troll put his clawed fingers on Cha`ol’s small shoulders, urging her down to her knees infront of him and closing the space between them.

“No worries dere, no one cares for you. You just some half breed in the way. And if they act like they care? Lumpin know it lies. Now you suck me. It big, yes, you just suck the head like good lil’ Drow bitch.”

Cha`ol carefully maneuvered the snaking green fleshed cock head closer to her mouth. Traigar could hear her smacking her lips several times as if the whole thing was so distasteful to her. It had to be.

“You act like you’ve done this to girls like me before, Lumpin,” Cha`ol said, being subtle.

“Hell yeah! Bigger smarter richer ladies than you, too! Your mom, she suck Lumpin good. But I even had Priestess Dhar`may! Oh she like it in her bottom, Lumpin slipping right up. Now you open good.”

As Traigar watched, Cha`ol’s mouth took the fat squirming troll cockhead into her lips. It must have stretched her wide, but she managed just the same. She didn’t even choke.

It was a stroke of luck that only moments ago, he had taught her how to relax and take all of her father’s own cock into her throat. Now, Traigar was watching as his daughter put her skills to work on someone else.

A fat disgusting troll, no less!

Cha`ol suckled and slurped, loudly, around the fat cock. The sounds made Traigar grimace and yet some part of his was responding to this scene infront of him. His daughter, on her knees infront of some other man. Thoughts began to swirl in his head, names, places. But he forced them away, forced himself to ignore the raging member in his own leggings.

“Someone over there. Who dat?” Lumpin called out, ceasing thrusting forward.

Cha`ol pulled off his cock, her hands reaching up and down the full serpentine length of the troll’s shaft.

“You knew I wasn’t going out to be alone, Lumpin. You don’t want to see who’s out there. You want to pay attention here. If you don’t, I’ll tell Priest Zennir that you do Dhar`may up the…”

Her words were slow and subtle, but the meaning was clear. Lumpin grunted and nodded, putting one hand now on Cha`ol’s head, and the other on his cock just below the fat head. Traigar watched as Lumpin smeared the cock around Cha`ol’s lips, all over her face and chin and cheeks, before putting it back in her mouth.

“Don’t you worry. Lumpin and you got a secret now. We got swapped secrets. You suck me good, little girl, and I let you go. Maybe you suck me when you come back, too.”

This time, when he finally put his cock into Cha`ol’s mouth again, she gripped it tightly with both hands, stroking it firmly up to her lips as she suckled. She sucked hard, for all she was worth, and soon, Lumpin was beginning to shake.

As Traigar watched from the shadows, his daughter sucked the troll guard off, making him cum in her mouth, over her tits, in her hair. The wicked seed seemed never ending, but finally, as he smeared his head all over Cha`ol’s tightly bound tits, Lumpin was done.

“You like that, eh? I knew you would. You like suckin’, just like your mudder does. Maybe when you come back, I show you what else your mudder likes, huh?”

Lumpin stood up and put his clothes back on, doing up his armor. Cha`ol stood up as well, trying and failing to clean herself off. Then she eyed Lumpin.

“Who said I was coming back?” ”Huh?”

“I’m not coming back.”

“Ha! You bein’ funny now! Course you come back! Or your mudder kill Lumpin, ha!”

Cha`ol’s eyes narrowed and her small hands went to her curving hips.

“That is the plan, xas,” the girl said soflty, glaring wickedly at the troll.

“Huh? You tryin’ to get me kilt?”

“If that’s what it takes for you to keep my secret, I see no problem in it.”

“You lil Drow bitch!” the troll said, his fist rising.

“Ah ah ah!” Cha`ol warned, not cringing from the threat even a little bit.

She folded her arms over her stained chest and raised one dark eyebrow at the troll.

“What do you want to get busted for? Hrm, Lumpin? Do you…want to get busted for killing the daughter of a Drow noble? Or…do you want me to get caught, and then confess you forced me to suck your cock, and that you shove your fat penis up the behind of one of the noble Priestesses? Or…do you think it’s best…if…”

She moved closer to the troll then.

“If you only get into trouble for letting the half breed bastard child of the House leave in the middle of the night with her lover, showing that you have a weak spot for brandy, maybe?”

She nodded to a flask at the troll’s waist that had been jiggling liquid-like. Lumpin grunted and reached for it, uncorking it and suckling it like it was a bottle and he was a baby.

“Okay fine, you go now then. But I tell you, if I find you again, you gonna have to do more than just suck me, bitch. I make life hard for you.”

The troll gripped his groin in one paw.

“I make it realllll hard, Cha`ol!”

She seemed to shrug his comment off and walked away.

It was only when the guard went around the corner that she reached into the dark cubby hole and pulled Traigar quickly out. She didn’t say a word, but quietly led him through the streets, perfectly avoiding the guards. She seemed to have done it before, escape through the city like this. And for a moment, Traigar wondered what life must have been like for her. Did she find herself hiding in the city, taking these very secret paths she was showing him now to get away from the people who must have teased and tormented her?

They spoke not a word as they came up to the final tunnel that led them from the cavernous underworld out to the surface. Traigar could smell the fresh air on one side of them, and the almost-chemical scent of the Drow world on the other. He turned to look at Cha`ol, their eyes meeting almost desperately.

He wanted to ask her again if she was sure, one more time. But her mouth went to his, and he was pushing her up against the wall.

There was no time for this, he knew. But he couldn’t help himself, and didn’t stop his hands from pulling her robes up. Her own fingers desperately played at his waist, undoing his belt, lowering his leggings, pulling out his already-excited member.

Traigar buried his face against his daughter’s sweating neck-flesh, licking and lapping at her skin as his hands reached into her robes and cupped her ass. Her legs parted for him and she guided his cock expertly into her tight sheath.

He groaned, feeling himself fill her immediately, as if he had been made to fuck her, his daughter, his child.

Into her he thrust, more deep and vicious than he ever had before. His thoughts went wildly to how she had just sucked that troll’s cock, to how easily she had figured out a scheme to get them safely to the surface.

“You’re mine, mine!” he breathed in her ear.

“Shhh, Daddy! The guards! They could come at any minute!”

She was panting, clinging to his shoulders and back. But he fucked her so hard, she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from squealing.

His voice was quieter, but he continued to berate her.

“Did you like – uhnf – sucking his cock? Did you like it?”

She couldn’t answer, because if she opened her mouth, she would be crying out from the pain of his hard pistoning cock in her tight young cunt.

“I watched you – doing that. And I got so hard. I had to have you, right now – uhnf – and fuck you, right here. Cuz you’re mine, Cha`ol! My daughter! Mine!”

He was going to cum soon, but he wanted to treasure the moment, so much. He continued to thrust into her, feeling her body stretch as he grabbed her by the undersides of her thighs and lifted her legs higher, wider.

“I’m going to – uhnf yes – watch you suck another man’s cock. I’m going to use you, because you like it. Because you want it. Because you’ll do anything to please me, won’t you, Cha`ol. Yes you will!”

And as Traigar pushed his raging cock deeper and deeper into his daughter’s aching and wet pussy, he thought of her on her knees infront of someone besides that troll, someone who might deserve the right to have his daughter’s sweet mouth on their cock. Someone like –

Traigar came, filling his daughter’s sweet crevice with his hot sperm, holding her pinned against the wall while they both gained their breath again.

“You’re going to do it, because you love me,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear.

“I do, Daddy. So much. I would do anything for you.”

She was stroking his head, and holding him so tightly.

They were free. And they would be together. And she loved him like no one in his life ever had. He would love her, the same, even if that did include showing her how to please others he respected.

Together, father and daughter clung to each other, weeping in the shadow of the tunnel until they were ready to move along.

 

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