Taboo Part 4

The moon was glowing in the sky. Traigar found he couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was Che`ol, lying in slumber next to him. He rolled over on their bedding, looking at her.

Tonight was the first night they had spent together away from towns and villages and prying eyes. The barbarian shaman was glad for it, glad for the discomfort of having to sleep in the open, on the rough ground. It meant that no one would be around to question why he traveled with a Drow, a Drow with black hair, rather rounded eyes and the soft curves of a human.

There would be no telling anyone that she was his daughter. And no attempting to sleep without touching her, caressing and kissing her, fondling her and fucking her.

Traigar had found that so hard to do, to not reach out and have her. And he had awoken each morning to find her staring at him wantonly, her full dark lips pouting. But he was not going to risk getting caught having incestuous sex with his own child, no matter how mature elves were at Che`ol’s age. The laws of the land forbid their passions, and he had to give in to those if he was going to make good their escape.

He had stolen Che`ol from the very house her mother kept her locked and guarded in. He had crept in one night and woken her up, and had wanted her again instantly, just as when he had first met her. He had taken his time, showing her how to please him with her mouth. Then, while they were escaping, he had been forced to watch from the shadows as Che`ol used her new skills on the troll guard that had found her running away.

It had sickened him, watching that troll’s fat and rigid cock moving in and out of his daughter’s mouth. But her newfound skills had excited the troll, and he had let her pass.

They had traveled for some distance, sleeping in various inns and taverns, only ones run by humans or other good races. It had been hard to explain Che`ol’s presence, but she obviously didn’t look like a full Drow, and for a change that worked to her advantage.

It meant they couldn’t make the deep, passionate love he was now accustomed to having with her. And that had torn him apart.

So now they were moving through lands without cities and villages. There were no taverns here, no questioning guards or suspicious innkeepers. There was only open space, sky till the end of forever. And his daughter at his side, each night.

Traigar pulled the thin blanket from Che`ol’s shoulder, and her eyes flew open, smiling at him in the starlight and moonlight.

“You are so beautiful,” he said softly.

He ran a finger down her arm to her elbow, then back up. From where she was lying on half on her side, half on her stomach, her breasts were mashed between the crook of her arm and the blankets and furs beneath her. As he watched, her nipples became erect, dark and hard in the fire’s dying light.

He smiled. He loved her innocent and immediate reactions to his simplest touches. She was almost pure when he found her, having only recently been deflowered. And how he loved her innocence.

Down his finger went again, then back up. Then he ran it over her shoulder blade, her back, her ribs. His smile grew as she closed her eyes and shivered, her mouth slightly parted.

So much he wanted to do with her. He wanted to explore her, to know her body completely.

Traigar’s fingertips danced lightly over one of Che`ol’s buttocks, grazing down the indent of the part between her cheeks. He bit his lip and watched her face as he boldly slid deeper into the crevice.

She did not pull away. Her tongue came out and she licked her lips slightly and swallowed. He could see her face beginning to flush as he played deeper in the crevice.

She was not afraid. And she was willing to let him do anything to her.

Traigar’s fingers moved lower, until at last he could feel the wrinkle of her anus. He teased over the tight, dry pucker. Then he let his fingers slip lower, down to her sex. There, he could feel the heat of her growing desire.

She was becoming excited.

Traigar moved slightly closer to his half-Drow daughter, his fingers pressing against the folds of her sex and parting them. Soon, he was rewarded by feeling his fingers coated with her nectar, her juices. He moved down over her slit to her clitoris, teasing it to a rigid erect hardness from this awkward position. Then he brought his fingers back to her sheath and inserted two deep within his daughter. She was trembling inside. He felt his own sex becoming hard and he bucked it forward until it rested against her leg.

Then he began to stroke her. He bent his head forward, kissing Che`ol’s pointed ear delicately as he finger-fucked her sweet tightness.

“Cum for me, Che`ol,” he asked his daughter.

And quickly, readily, as if on command, she did. His fingers felt the tightening and clenching of her cunt around them, and she moaned, released in a small orgasm that made her whole body tremble and quake.

But Traigar didn’t pull his fingers away from her. He ran them carefully up to her behind.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said softly to his daughter as his fingers found her pucker once more.

Carefully, he rubbed the wet digits over the asshole of his child. He teased at the creases and wrinkles. Then, cautious, he began to press a finger within.

Che`ol had never been entered this way. He could tell. And the thrill of that knowledge was so exciting, his cock bounced against her leg. He looked down at her. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was sucking on the tip of one finger, as if for security.

Traigar pushed more of his finger into Che`ol’s ass, using it to coat her behind’s insides. Soon, his fingers were dry. He moved them to her cunt and soaked them again, feeling her folds shaking and swelling around him once more. Then he ran the fingers back up to her ass, thoroughly drenching the tiny hole there.

“Che`ol,” he whispered to her softly.

“I’m going to do something new to you. I really want to do this. It will make me feel so good. It’s part of loving you, my daughter. Don’t be afraid.”

Che`ol gulped and looked at him, then closed her eyes, nodding.

“Roll onto your stomach and spread your legs, but bend your knees, so your bottom is in the air. That’s all you have to do, Che`ol.”

She nodded again and did as she was told. And as she did so, Traigar got on his knees behind her.

He looked down at her perfectly rounded ass cheeks in the firelight, then fondled them gently. Wistfully, he thought about the times he had been spanked as a child. How he wished he could have spanked Che`ol like her mother must have.

But that was a thrill for another day, he told himself.

Tonight was something special.

Traigar reached down to his own groin and began to stroke himself hard. He wanted to be as erect for this as possible. He wanted his cock rigid and firm, so that he would feel every inch.

As he stroked himself, the barbarian reached out to his daughter’s trembling cunt and touched along the chubby lips there. He got his fingers soaked again, then ran them up to her asshole, keeping it wet.

As he did so, he moved his cock head closer.

Even looking at the sight of his bulbous and smooth cockhead approaching his daughter’s anus excited Traigar to the point of aggravation. He groaned and had to force himself not to cum on the spot.

Closer he came to it, one hand on the small of Che`ol’s back, the other around his member. Then he was placing the head of himself against her tight pucker. And then, he was pushing in.

He groaned as the flesh resisted his cock.

She was so tight, maybe too tight.

But he was so hungry for her, and wanted to have her this way, so badly. He continued to press against her flesh, using both hands now to pull her cheeks apart. It didn’t help her to spread any further, but it gave him something to grip. And grip he did, as the head of his cock pushed more and more into Che`ol’s ass.

She moaned in shock and pain, but didn’t pull away.

He was too dry, already. Traigar got up on his feet.

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he asked quietly, panting.

Che`ol obeyed.

Then he dragged his cock over her wet cunt, grateful he had pleased her first before attempting to do this. He needed all of her juices right now, all of her previous desire if he was going to complete this as painless as possible.

With his cock newly soaked, he began to try to enter her ass once more. With his feet firmly on the blankets, he crouched down. Gravity worked for him and not against him as his cock began to finally enter his daughter’s anal canal.

“Ohhhh…yesss…,” the barbarian groaned loudly.

He could feel the heat of her ass opening up to his cock as he pushed deeper. Traigar reached out and instinctively grasped Che`ol’s hair tightly, using it to lever himself downwards. Then, there was a pop of muscle around his cock and he was past the tight and strong rim of her asshole.

He was inside her.

He reached down and held his cock tightly, guiding it deeper inside, unwilling to stop. He didn’t go fast, but took his time, feeling every last inch of his long, thick length entering his daughter. As he pushed onwards, feeling her take him anally like she could not vaginally, feeling her resisting him every inch of the way, he was at last buried to the hilt. His balls were pressed against her wet cunt, and his shaft was completely enveloped within her tightness.

Traigar pulled out, completely.

He wanted to savor that feeling again.

Gripping his soaked cock in his hand, he stroked himself and teased at Che`ol’s ass. Then, he pushed himself slowly inside again, holding himself with his big hand until there was nothing left outside of his daughter to hold.

Buried once more within her, Traigar gripped her hair with one hand, and her shoulder with the other. And then, he began to furiously pound into his child.

He rammed himself hard into her, and he was rewarded with her anguished panting. Anal sex was a pleasure for him. It made him feel bestial and monstrous and large, even if he was larger than most women could handle. Riding a woman’s ass gave him strength, power. And he used to prefer it to anything else. Perhaps that was why he had had no children with his wives.

And now he was at last doing it again. With his only child.

Traigar viciously reamed Che`ol’s ass, pounding in and out of her and groaning, wincing with the burning pain caused by the friction of his fuck-thrusts. He pulled himself out completely, letting her breath, only to plunge in harder and deeper. With her head forced back by the grip of his hair, she was whining and crying out, but softly, not asking him to stop.

“Gods, Che`ol. You’re perfection, in every way.”

He could feel himself about to cum. Traigar leaned hard over her body, his weight completely supported now on her small, fragile form. His hips were bucking wildly, and he was fucking her ass so hard now her head was whipping forward and back with his frenzy.

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum inside your beautiful ass, my daughter. Yes. Yes!”

Then he was spurting his seed, plunging faster than ever as the cum coated her anus and canal, making her slick for him. He wrenched harder on her hair and shoulder, almost howling.

At last, he was done. He looked down at his half-soft cock in his daughter’s ass and almost wept at the beauty of it. Then he pulled himself out, watching as he slipped from the wrinkled not-so-tight-anymore hole.

Traigar threw himself down next to Che`ol, and she gladly collapsed, panting, onto the bedding.

Then he reached out, pulling her close to him.

“I’m sorry if that hurt you. I love you. You know I wouldn’t hurt you if I didn’t think I had to.” ”I know,” she whispered, quickly coming into his embrace.

He dropped kisses down to her face, her lips, stroking her back and shoulders.

“I wanted you to be able to accept me in all ways. There is no way to prepare a woman for that kind of…lovemaking. It just happens, and most women do not like it.”

Che`ol nodded, still trembling. And Traigar almost felt bad for her.

“The only way to become used to it is to do it often. Your body becomes more accepting that way.”

She looked up at him, studying his face.

“Did you want to do it again, Father?”

He looked down at her and petted her cheek.

“Maybe. But not right now. Right now, I just want to hold you, and remind you that I love you above all things in my life. You’re my daughter. You’re mine.”

She smiled at that and put her arms around his neck. As she lifted her lips up to his, he felt his cock stiffen, even though it was aching.

Ahh, Che`ol, my sweet daughter, and only child. If you kiss me like this, I’m going to have to love you like that after all.

But he kept his thoughts, and wants, to himself.

 

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