Taboo Part 3

The sun had long set. Traigar and Che`ol had set up camp on the edge of a giant river. Traigar knew the river well, but Che`ol had never seen such a massive body of water. It rushed past their river bank encampment, and she sat on the sandy shore, wrapped in a blanket to keep the sun’s rays off her delicate blue skin.

Traigar had taken care of the camp. He’d arranged a tent, but he was sure they wouldn’t need one. He’d packed their gear into a safe and secure animal-proof assembly, but likely no animals would come near a camp that smelled even remotely like a Drow.

The barbarian shaman looked over to where Che`ol sat, watching her watching the river. Then he called out to her.

“Che`ol, come over by the fire now.” ”In a minute. The moon is coming out and the water is rushing so fast and yet so quiet…”

Her voice was so soft, dulcet tones. But Traigar sighed and got up off the stump he had been sitting on to walk over to her. He put out his hand, frowning. Silently, Che`ol took it and let him help her rise. Then he took the blanket from over her head.

“It’s night time now. You don’t need to cover yourself from the sun.” ”What about from strangers,” the young girl said quietly, lowering her eyes to the ground.

Traigar put a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to meet his gaze.

“There is no one here. We are far from your home lands now. Anyone who sees you is going to think twice before touching you, never mind wanting to cart you back south.” ”Or they could want to kill me,” the girl said softly, looking off to the side.

“My dear, that would be a waste of flesh. They would rather enslave someone as beautiful as you before they ran you through without enjoying you…”

He was talking silly talk again, making her blush. But her blush was such a lovely deep color of burgundy, he didn’t mind how silly and foolish he sounded.

Like a lovesick puppy, or a young lad all over again, he chided himself.

Looking down into Che`ol’s deep red eyes, stroking a hand over her black tresses, Traigar felt his body reacting, felt his groin tightening in his leather leggings.

“Father?” Che`ol asked softly.

Traigar smiled down into his daughter’s face.

“You can always tell when you excite me, can’t you, child,” he asked.

She nodded, and smiled slightly.

“You like that, don’t you.”

“Yes, Father, I do.”

Traigar still held Che`ol’s face by the chin, one thumb just below her bottom lip. He pulled her close to him, his hand moving the blanket completely from her body as he tilted her head back.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Then he was kissing her, laying his lips down onto his daughter’s soft mouth. And her body was pressing against his, her arms moving around his neck. Traigar kissed his daughter deeply, then hefted her slight, slender form up into his arms and carried her back to the camp and the fire’s warm golden glow.

There, he lay her down on the bedding he had set out for them both.

To share.

This would be their first night away from civilization. Since they had left the underworld where Che`ol’s mother had kept her, they had had to travel by regular merchant routes, to avoid any Drow guards that might be sent out to bring Che`ol home. Drow would not frequent the usual inns and taverns Traigar knew about. So that was his best route. He had no qualms telling everyone that the unusually dark haired, round-eyed and curvaceous beauty at his side was his own child. It made him proud the way other men ogled her and coveted her.

But it also made him want her more.

Since their first meeting, Traigar and Che`ol had been lovers, breaking the laws of all the cultures of the realm by mating as madly as newlyweds. He had taken her on the sands of the desert the first day they had met, after her mother had finally informed him of Che`ol’s existence. She had flirted with him shamelessly, eagerly even, wooing and seducing him with glances and light touches of her hands against her own exposed skin.

And he had fallen for her on the spot, intrigued with her unusual looks and Drow mannerisms. Che`ol was unlike other humans her age, but also unlike other elves. Drow of her level of experience were well versed in the ways of sex and scintillation. Che`ol seemed immature, like a child. But unlike her human counterparts, she had a woman’s full and mature body, albeit inexperienced.

Before meeting her father, the girl had only slept with her guard, a pale skinned elf with a vendetta to fulfill, of which Che`ol was only one small part.

Che`ol’s virginity had been taken by the elf while she was in his guarded care, and as Traigar looked down on his little girl now, stroking her rounded cheek and teasing along her lips with one rough fingertip, he regretted that elf the honor Che`ol had granted him.

I should have been the one to take her maidenhead, the barbarian snarled inwardly.

Thrills shot through him as he ran a hand along Che`ol’s neck. She lay prone on her back now, on the soft furs Traigar had brought from the north eons ago to use as his mat and bedding. She lay there with her hair spilling around her head like a dark crown, and he began to run his fingers through the locks, brushing them over her shoulders.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, making his daughter blush again.

Now his hands were opening the front of her robe as he straddled her hips, sitting on his heels to keep from crushing her small form beneath his heavy weight. The laces on the front of her white bodice came undone easily, and her breasts almost rolled into his hands. She sighed contentedly as he caressed her freed globes, closing her eyes and soaking up the attention like a cat.

Like my kitten, my sweet kitten, Traigar spoke to himself.

He eyed her breasts, lovingly, tenderly, thinking of his daughter’s first time, or at least how it should have been.

He imagined if he had always known of Che`ol, if her mother had told him long ago of the girl’s existence instead of disregarding his role in his only child’s creation.

If I had known of her, I could have taught her so much.

For a moment, he wondered if he would still feel the strong attraction to his own child that he had now. But he had no doubt he would. Traigar knew without a doubt that though this child was fruit of his loins, product of his lust with another woman, she was made for him. His body fit hers, regardless of her small size and elven heritage. She fit around and onto him as if she had been created solely to please him. Therefore, he had no doubts he would have desired her under any circumstances.

And how sweet it would have been to watch her grow. These breasts in my hands, to watch them become buds, then slowly round out.

Traigar ran his hands gently over Che`ol’s cleavage, teasing at the nipples.

To have been there the first time she felt the stirrings of desire. To be the one she would have come to with her questions about the world and about her changing body. To have been the first one to touch her intimately.

I would have killed for such a chance.

He lowered his mouth to one of his daughter’s round breasts, and her fingers came up to his thick hair, stroking him tenderly as he began to suckle on her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers as his tongue flickered over it.

He should have been the first to do so to her. Traigar imagined her as innocent now, how it would have been then. Her body reacting to a mouth embracing her nipple, becoming erect and hard between his lips for the first time. The first happy gasps of delight she would have uttered as her father caressed her breasts.

He could feel himself becoming painfully rigid in his pants.

It would have been the same back then. His lovely daughter lying so still and prone in her bed, beneath him, excited for the first time and unsure what to do. She would naturally have enjoyed his tongue’s caresses, his mouth’s sensuous kisses.

Che`ol arched her back, and Traigar smiled inside, knowing his child’s need was growing. He sat up so he could look down on her more, and he moved himself off to the side, sitting next to her. His fingers undid yet more of her robe, exposing her ribs and her smooth navel. Then his fingers began to move lower, down more, pushing the robe aside until the swell of her hips were exposed.

“Oh, my beautiful child,” he whispered.

She practically purred.

Traigar moved his hand down over her smooth belly, blocking out the night sounds and the river rushing by. He put himself back in her room in her underworld home, from where he had only weeks ago stolen her. Before taking her away that night, he had made love to his child in her own bed, showing her how to please him by guiding her through fellatio.

She had done so well. She was a good student, but he was sure it was only because she had been created for him, from him, by him.

Che`ol closed her eyes now, and her father watched as her flesh broke out in small round bumps of excitement. He moved his fingers lower and saw her sex in the fire’s golden orange light as if for the first time. And he pretended it was.

He pictured himself in her room, her so much younger than now, her body still curvaceous but almost immature. He would have run his hands down over her navel, like he was doing now. He would have tickled through the dark fur of her mons, to play over her labia.

Traigar moved to sit near his daughter’s thighs, parting them slightly so he could view her naked sex. He teased the crevice between the two chubby lips with a fingertip, and was rewarded with her eager groan and a subtle shift in her body.

“Do you like how your daddy touches you?” he asked her now as he would have then.

“Yes,” she cooed.

“Only I can touch you like this, Che`ol. I should have been the only one to ever touch you. For I am the only one who has ever loved you.”

As his fingers stroked her cunt lips, she parted her thighs, gasping lightly as his fingers almost instinctively dipped into her darker recesses. He could feel the tight cunt within, between the folds of her inner labia. Her sheath, her privacy, her hole.

His, now.

He had claimed it so ruthlessly, time and again, every chance he had. He recalled how deeply he had buried himself one night, to the point of making his little girl bleed and ache. But she had allowed him, she had encouraged him and then, after healing, she had wanted to do it again – because she knew he did. She existed to please him.

And yet, his only purpose in his life from this point on was pleasing her. To keep her safe, protected, and free of harm, to keep her feeling love, Traigar had risked life and limb to enter into her dark Drow city, steal across unknown parts and sneak into her mother’s fortress-like house. Just to steal his daughter back.

He would do it again in a heart beat, he knew, as he stroked the ridges of her sheath.

She was his, was always his, would always be his. Up inside her he slipped a finger, wriggling it around. It never ceased to amaze him how all elves seemed to have the uncanny and very magickal ability of returning their privacy to its natural size. No matter how brutal his fuckings had been, his daughter was always tight, so tight.

Most times, it made him want to brutalize her more, force her harder down on his cock when she rode him, made him want to penetrate her and fill her to the brim like no man ever had before.

But tonight, all he wanted to do was love her.

Traigar lay next to his daughter, his head near her legs. Then he rolled her onto her side. Che`ol willingly let him move her until her thighs were spread over his face, a knee on either side of him.

“So achingly beautiful. You own me, Che`ol. And I own you.”

She moaned, looking up his body to his face between her thighs. The robe lay where they had left it, where she had been lying on the bedding. Now she was naked, on hands and knees above her father.

Traigar gripped Che`ol behind the knees, pulling her sex down over his mouth. And slowly, lovingly, he lapped at it.

“Cum for me, Che`ol. Cum on your father’s face. Show me you love what I do to you,” he pleaded.

Then he set to work making his little girl cum.

Che`ol spread her legs, hugging Traigar’s waist, nuzzling his growing cock through his leggings with her cheek. He lapped gently at her labia, kissing and caressing her folds with his mouth. Then he teased up into her sheath with his tongue, forcing it like a small penis in and out of her tight hole. She was wet, and soon, she was drenching his face, collapsing over him as she writhed in orgasmic ecstasy.

Traigar rolled her off of him, then let her rest, staring up at the stars twinkling in the midnight sky.

Che`ol. She was heaven on earth to him. He could still feel the ache of his need for her in his own loins. It was a need he would have to take care of.

Then, wonder of wonders, as if reading his thoughts, Che`ol was undoing his lacings and opening his leggings.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly, letting her work.

“You are my father. I love you. I want you to be pleased, too.”

“Oh, Che`ol, I am pleased,” he said, sitting upright and touching her face.

Without being able to resist, Traigar found his hand going to her round breasts, stroking the nipples again until they were firm and erect.

“Everything about you pleases me.”

She looked away as if ashamed.

“I wish…”

“What?” ”I wish I had never known a man until you, Father.”

When she looked up at him, tears glimmered in her dark red eyes.

Traigar quickly pulled her into his arms, hugging her close.

“Oh, my sweet baby girl, my child, no no no. Never regret the experiences you’ve had. I’ve suffered long years with my wives, none of which were ever as beautiful or loving as you. I will not regret them though, just because I have you.”

She lifted her now tear-covered face and looked up at him. Gently, he lay her back on the bedding, and began to remove his own clothing. His tunic came off, then he was pulling his leggings completely free of his legs.

“Every experience I had before you shows me how wonderful you truly are. It gives me something to compare you to. I know you are the best lover I have ever had, my daughter. That I ever will have.”

Traigar’s daughter smiled up at him, parting her thighs as he lay between them, over her, stroking her cheek with his fingers.

“I love you,” he whispered.

He meant every word.

Slowly, he reached between their bodies and began to maneuver his cock against Che`ol’s cunt. Her tiny wet lips seemed to suck at him, drawing him inwards. He parted her, teasing the enormous head of himself over her clitoris, making her jump and gasp.

And then, he lifted himself up on his elbows. He gazed down into his child’s eyes, and thrust deeply within her, slowly. He let her feel every inch of his length as he slid into her sex.

Soon, Traigar had filled his daughter’s cunt with his own cock. He could feel the throbbing of her body, the beating of her heart, all around his aching flesh. And it took his every ounce of will power to keep from forcefully ramming himself up inside Che`ol.

With his eyes locked on hers, he slowly began to withdraw.

“I love you,” he said again.

“And to me, you are all the woman I will ever need. To me, you are my wife. My love, my mate for eternity.”

Tears slipped from Che`ol’s eyes and she smiled happily up at her father. Her arms went around his neck, and she drew him down onto her body. He bent his head to hers, kissing her deeply as his cock slowly plundered back into his daughter’s cunt again. And he fucked her, slowly, deliciously, lovingly, all night long.

 

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