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Gryn was smiling big as he walked along the mountain-edge platform, coming back to the ship. The sun was setting into the valley, turning the clouds a deep crimson. The Toydarians, though renowned for being immune to Jedi mind tricks, were not as immune to good, old fashioned grifting. He not only talked them out of an extra ten percent for his "trouble" with the Black Sun gang, but he'd even gotten them to give him back the decoy crates of meiloorun fruit.
Ukky was off-loading the crates from the ship's freight elevator platform to the hover cart for the Toydarians when Gryn got back from talking with the dock supervisor. He pulled Ukky aside and handed him a sack of credits.
"Your cut, Buddy."
Ukky smiled, baring his huge teeth. They Toydarians gave him a wide berth when they saw his menacing fangs, but Gryn knew the Wookiee was pleased.
"And, I need a favor. Take this into the port station," he handed him another bag of credits, "and get us some supplies. Human rations for me and the girl, whatever you want for yourself. After that, do what you need to to get in touch with your guy about the parts for the hyperdrive."
Ukky nodded. Gryn patted him on the back and headed for the boarding ramp.
"Oh!" he hollered back at Ukky, a cold wind blowing over the edge of the docking platform, ruffling his jacket and mussing his hair, "Put the crates with real meiloorun fruit back on the ship. The Toydarians don't want them."
Ukky gave a quick salute and started moving the crates back onto the platform. Gryn headed up the ramp, whistling. He stopped in the corridor outside his room, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody saw him as he removed a floor panel to hide the remainder of his credits.
He was still whistling as he came into his quarters. He was happy. He'd not only had a successful trade, he'd also cum all over his little girl's pussy right before that. His high spirits, however, were shattered as he came in to find Gyndi crying on the bed.
"Where have you been?!" she shouted, standing up on the bunk. Her arms were stiff, at her sides, her fists clenched. The tendons in her neck were standing out as she raised her chin to yell at him. "You've been gone forever! I thought you'd left me. I thought I was all alone."
"Gyndi," he came toward her, hoping to calm her down, but she recoiled from him, turning toward the wall. He reached out toward her, but she raised her fists above her head, ready to strike him. Gryn caught her by her fist as she tried to bring it down on him. She was strong for her size, but no match for a man. He dodged the other fist, and she screamed at him and started to kick him. Gryn slapped her face.
Gyndi stopped, looking up at him in fear and anger and shock. She held her hand to her cheek. Tears were falling from her eyes.
"You don't talk to me like that," he said calmly. He pushed her back, making her fall onto her butt on the bed. Her legs splayed as she fell back, and he saw that she had taken off her pants and was just wearing her panties. His cum had seeped through, making a large get spot in the thin fabric that was stretched tight over her puffy lips.
He sat down next to her and scooped her up and brought her into his lap. She crumpled into him as he wrapped his arms around her. He put a hand on the back of her head and felt her sob.
"It's okay, Honey," he crooned, petting her hair. "I know you were just scared."
"I thought I was all alone," she cried.
Gryn took a handful of her hair and tilted her head back, making her look up at him.
"I told you I'd be back," he said quietly.
"No you didn't," she said, her eyes brimming. "You just said to wait here. But you took forever, and I..."
"Shhhh," he wiped the tears away from her cheeks as she looked up at him. Then he leaned over and kissed her trembling mouth. "It's okay, Meiloo," he whispered, holding her cheek in one hand as he held her hair in the other. He leaned in and kissed her again. Her mouth was so soft. He couldn't believe how soft her lips felt -- so much softer even than her mother. His heart was fluttering as he kissed her over and over, parting his lips.
She melted. The tension slipped away from her every muscle as her father's mouth pecked and nibbled and sucked at her lips. She took a shivering breath and let it out in a long sigh.
"I love you, Gyndi," he whispered. "I'll always come back for you."
He looked down into the deep, brown pools of his daughter's eyes.
"I didn't know," she breathed.
"Now you do," he said.
"Promise?" she asked.
He nodded. "I promise."
"'Kay," she muttered.
"But you have to promise to never talk like that to me again."
"But...I was scared, Daddy," she protested.
He slapped her cheek lightly to remind her of the smack he'd given her before. "Promise me," he said, leaving his hand there.
"I promise," she smiled. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
Gryn pulled her to him closely and kissed her again. The hand on her cheek drifted down her body, caressing her neck, her shoulder, her arm. He slid it down her hand and let it land on her thigh. He dragged the back of his fingernails down to her knee and then back up again. She shivered and tried to gasp, but he put his mouth on hers again, making her moan. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes as he pushed her thighs apart and cupped his hand over her young sex.
"You were a good girl, though," he smiled. "You kept your cummy panties on."
"It's sticky and cold," she told him.
He rubbed his fingers up her slit, pushing the wet fabric into her cleft. She breathed in sharply. He grabbed the leg band and pulled it aside, exposing her pussy to the air. His creamy seed oozed around her lips, and he pushed his finger into her slit and pulled it away with a glob of his congealing cum. He lifted it to her mouth.
"Lick it," he told her.
She looked at it in fear.
"What is that stuff?"
"It's my cum. It came out of my dick. Your pussy made me feel so good that I came all over you." He moved it closer to her mouth. "Now eat it."
Gyndi looked hesitantly at the white gel on his fingertip, but she parted her lips nonetheless. He pushed his finger in.
"Suck it off and swallow it."
She squinted her eyes shut as she obeyed him. He felt her tongue wrap around his digit, felt the suction of her little mouth. She shivered in disgust, but she swallowed all the same.
"Good girl," he panted.
"S'yukky," she said when he pulled his finger free. She squinted her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She shook her head and shivered. "It tastes like fried rot-wings. I don't like it."
Gryn pushed his finger into her pussy again. Rubbing it up and down her slit, feeling his cum stick to his finger. He brought his finger tip up to the top of her slit and circled around her hood.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"You like that?" he asked with a grin?
"That felt..." she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Eat more of my cum, and I'll do it again," he told her.
Gyndi opened her eyes.
"It's gross. Why do I have to eat it?
"Well, it's got lots of protein and minerals. It's very good for you."
"That's why I have to eat it? Because it's good for me?"
"No," he shook his head. "I want you to eat it because I think it's sexy to watch you suck my cum off my finger."
Gyndi opened her mouth, but she looked up at him with her little eyes, watching him. He put his finger in her mouth. His nostrils flared, and he moaned as he watched his little daughter suck his cum again.
"You're a good girl, Gyndi," he sighed.
She smiled. Then she gagged a little as she struggled to swallow his cold, slimy cum.
"Such a good, good girl."
He inserted his finger between her labia again and traced it up through his cum to encircle her clit once more.
"Ungh," she whimpered.
"Yes, Baby." He felt breathless watching his daughter pant as he rubbed her pussy. "It feels so good, doesn't it?"
"It's so tingly," she whined.
This is so wrong, Gryn chastised himself. But her little pussy was getting slick. And despite how horrible he felt about what he was doing, he knew he wasn't going to stop.
"You made me cum, Gyndi," he whispered, dipping is finger into her hole until he felt her hymen's resistance.
"Cum." Her head lolled onto his shoulder.
"Now I want to make you cum too."
Her breathing quickened.
"It's tingly, isn't it?"
"Unh huh," she breathed.
"Have you ever felt this tingly before?"
She shook her head no. Her eyes were rolling in her head. Her hips started to buck as he slipped his finger up and rubbed her clit again. He scooped up more of the cum from between the folds of her labia and brought it to her mouth. She leaned forward and sucked it from him without any further prompting, eager to please him, eager to earn her reward. She still gagged as she tried to swallow it down, but she forced it, and he returned his finger to her tiny cunt and gave her what she was craving.
"Do you like me rubbing your pussy?"
"Yeahhhh," she moaned.
"Say it."
"I like it, Daddy."
"Beg me for it."
She squirmed in his lap. Her hips slid, pushed forward, humped toward the pressure of his finger. He pulled it away.
"Beg me," he repeated.
Her eyes opened, looking up at him.
"Please, Daddy." Her nostrils flared. Her brow furrowed.
"Please what?"
"Please rub my pussy some more."
He scooped up another dollop of his cum and fed it to her.
"Good girl," he whispered as he put his hand back on her cunt.
She kept looking up at him. He loved it. He loved how desperate she was. How innocent her desperation was. She had never felt this before. She'd been so curious about the things her whore mother did. Yes, he knew it now: Bela had been selling her body, and Gyndi had seen it. She'd heard the moans, heard the whimpers, heard the her own mother's ecstasy. Without knowing what it was, she had yearned for it. And now he was giving it to her -- her own father was about to give her ecstasy.
"Is this fucking, Daddy?" she asked, her voice so trembly and light. "You said fucking feels good, and this... ungh... it feels soooo good."
Gryn smiled.
"You want to be fucked? Like you mother was fucked?"
She nodded.
"I'm going to fuck you someday, Gyndi," he promised, looking down into her glassy eyes. "But today, I'm going to teach you what it feels like to cum."
Her cunt was dripping wet. He found the last glob of his sperm and fed it to her. She never broke eye contact with him, except to scrunch up her face as she choked it down.
"I love watching you eat my cum," he told her. "You're going to eat so much of my cum, Baby."
"It's so gross, Daddy," she whined. Her body was starting to tremble, to shake in random spasms.
"But you're going to do it. 'Cause you're a good girl. Right?"
She nodded. Her breath was catching. She grabbed his forearm to steady herself, but also to pull against him as she bucked her hips forward.
"Yes, Baby. Cum for me. Cum for your daddy. Cum all over me." The way her body writhed, the way her hips rose and fell with such desperation reminded him of her mother. Bela's cunt would get so hot and gush on him, and he would always call her his slut. Seeing Gydni move the same way, he couldn't help himself. "Cum for Daddy, you little slut."
"Oh!" She lurched. He covered her clit with all of his fingers and slid them back and forth, damp with her moisture, driving her toward her climax. "Ungh!"
"That's it. Cum for Daddy. Cum for me, Gyndi."
As she doubled over, grasping his hand, moaning loudly, grunting, writhing, Gryn had never felt more powerful in his life. He'd fucked beautiful women before. He'd negotiated incredible deals with some of the most notorious gangsters in the galaxy, but nothing -- nothing compared to the sensation of giving his own daughter her very first orgasm.
He felt a gush of hot fluid rushing onto his hand. It dripped down between her thighs to drench his pants. He didn't stop. He kept rubbing her, driving her, forcing her to cum for him. She couldn't breathe. Her body was convulsing. She pitched forward, almost throwing herself from his lap. He caught her, grabbing her by the cunt and yanking her hair which he still held in his other hand, controlling her body, forcing her to stay put.
He stopped rubbing her and just held her. He let go of her pussy, her hair, and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Good girl, Gyndi," he crooned. He pet her hair, rubbed her back, squeezed her tightly.
"Daddy," she whined.
"I know," he whispered. "It's okay. I know."
Once her breathing settled, Gryn picked her up and carried her tiny frame over to his bed -- their bed. As he stood up, he realized that his pants were drenched. He laid her down, then took off his pants and settled in next to her. She turned her head to look at him. Her chestnut hair was splayed on the pillow. He brushed her hair away from her face, revealing the white forelock that told everyone in the galaxy that she was his daughter. Then he leaned in and kissed her.
Gyndi's little mouth stirred as he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back. There was still a war inside Gryn, telling him that this was wrong, that fathers don't do this to their daughters, that he was hurting her. But when she pushed her mouth against his and parted his lips, those voices in his head fell silent. It might be wrong -- it was wrong -- but it felt so right, and he wasn't going to stop.
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered.
"I know," he replied.
He put his hand on her cheek, holding her face as kissed her brow, her nose, her chin, her lips.
"Daddy?"
He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes.
"Sometimes Mommy, when she kissed those men, they would put their tongues in each other's mouths."
Gryn smiled. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingers.
"You want to try that?"
She nodded. His loins tightened. He felt the tension in his belly as lust burned inside of him for his young daughter. He was startled by how sexy it was to hear her little voice ask about kissing like a grown up.
"Just do what I do," he said.
He leaned in and kissed her, opening his lips. She parted hers in response, and he sighed to feel her following his lead. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, feeling so aroused at the wet touch of her tongue meeting his.
She giggled. Gryn pulled away and looked down at her.
"It feels funny," she said, smiling.
"But do you like it?"
She nodded, very seriously. He saw her eyes glance down to his mouth in expectation.
"You want more?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said, and she reached up her arms to wrap them around his neck. She lifted her head to meet him, and he felt her mouth immediately open to him as they kissed. She moaned as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He put one hand behind her head, twining his fingers in her hair as he made out with his daughter, his young daughter who was only...
Oh my stars, I don't even know how old she is!
He pulled away from her, leaving her panting.
"Gyndi, how old are you?"
It took her a moment to clear her head and realize that he'd asked her a question.
"Ummmm," she had to think. "Eight standard cycles."
"Oh fuck," he moaned.
"Is that bad?"
"No," he reassured her, lying down on the pillow next to her. She turned to him, and he tucked her hair behind his ear. "It's just that nobody would understand what we're doing. I mean, men aren't supposed to kiss little girls like this, much less..." He looked down at her bare pussy. "Much less cum on them or give them orgasms."
"But why? It feels so good like you said."
Gryn mulled over the best way to approach this, to get the message across that others think this is bad but not make her feel like she's bad for doing this.
"People don't think kids your age should be learning about sex," he said, propping himself up on his elbow. "They think you're supposed to play and go to school and run around and... well, be a kid. But..."
He looked at her and saw the image of her whore mother so clearly.
"Look, it's only natural that you're so curious about sex after what Bela exposed you to. And it's something that our bodies really enjoy. It's important. It's how we can get babies, and it's something that makes us feel close to each other."
She nodded. "I feel close to you."
"But it's powerful. It's addicting almost, like a drug. Even grown ups sometimes make bad choices because of how powerful sex is."
"Sex?" she asked. "I thought it was called fucking."
"Gyndi," he sighed in exasperation, "you have to stop saying that word. Little girls shouldn't say things like cock or pussy or fuck. I know that I've crossed so many boundaries with you already, but I have to draw some lines, some boundaries."
She had a blank look on her face. He realized that she wasn't following him.
"I have to make some rules for you. Okay?"
She nodded.
"I'm your dad, and you have to listen to me and obey me. And if you don't, then, I'll have to spank you. Understand?"
She nodded enthusiastically.
"And then you'll put your big thingy on my pee spot and squirt your stuff on me?" she asked with bright and eager eyes.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "I'm doing this all wrong. Don't say shit, by the way," he added.
"I already know that's a bad word," she said matter of factly.
"Look, sometimes I'm going to have to spank you. And apparently, sometimes that turns me on and makes me want to ... cum all over your pussy." He pushed his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "But I need you to listen to me when I tell you not to touch anything on the ship's control panel. And when I give you a rule, I need you to obey it. And if you don't obey it, I'm going to punish you. Do you understand?"
Gyndi nodded.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said, and she leaned over and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
"I know, Melioo. I'm sorry I worried you."
"Thanks," her muffled voice said.
"Want to kiss some more?" he asked.
She lay back on the pillow, brushing her hair out of her face. The way she did it with both hands at the same time, her dainty fingers pushing her hair behind her ears, looked so much like Bela that it made her look grown up for a second.
"I like it with tongues," she said.
He leaned over to oblige her, but as his lips neared hers, she asked. "If I can't say pussy, then what should I say?"
"Oh," he pondered, taken off guard. "Well, a pussy is like a kitty, right?"
"So I can call it my kitty?"
"Yeah," said, leaning in and giving her a peck on the lips.
"I liked it when you touched my kitty."
He kissed her again.
"And when you rubbed your thingy on my kitty."
He kissed her again.
"And when your thingy squirted that stuff all over my kitty."
Part of why he wanted her to stop using grown up words was so that it would hopefully not turn him on so much when she talked about sex, but hearing her talk about such explicit things with such innocent words just turned him on even more.
"Good," he said, and he pushed her head down onto the pillow. "Now shut up and let me kiss you."
She started to say "okay" but was cut off when his mouth met hers and his tongue pushed past her lips turning her attempt a speaking into a muffled "mmphmm". She melted, wrapping her little arms around his neck. He pressed her into the bed with his body on top of hers, pushing his hand up her shirt to find her tiny nipple stiffen under his touch.
Gryn woke from a sleep, alert, his senses piqued. He cocked his head and listened. Gyndi's snoring was soft and quiet, like an intermittent purr. He heard the ship creak on its mooring pads as the mountain wind whipped past it in the night. He closed his eyes and turned his head slowly, listening in each direction. Something had awoken him. He knew his ship. Whatever sound it was that stirred him wasn't something usual.
There.
A scratching sound. Hollow. A rustling.
He got up, pulled his pants on and slipped his DL-44 blaster pistol from the holster where it hung next to the bed. The sound of undoing the snap to get his pistol free made Gyndi stir. Her eyes opened, and she blinked at the sight of her dad, shirtless, with his weapon at the ready.
"What's going on?" she croaked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sat up, and the sheet fell away from her naked body. The sight of her chest, undeveloped but with a puffiness under her areolas that matched the roundness of her cheeks, made him sigh. He remembered how her nipples had felt under his tongue as he'd made love to his daughter until they fell asleep.
"Shhhh." He tossed her his shirt. "Put this on. There's something on the ship," he whispered.
"What?" she gasped, pulling his white, v-neck, collared shirt over her head. She pulled her hair free from where it was trapped under the back of the collar, and he remembered her mother doing the exact same thing.
"I'm going to go check it out. I want you to say here. No matter what happens, you don't leave this room, understand?"
"What if something happens to you?" she asked, getting up on her knees. The shirt came down just past the middle of her pale thighs.
"I'll be fine," he said. He reached over and mussed her hair.
"Do you have a bad feeling about this?" she asked, pulling his hand down from her head to hold it next to her cheek.
"Not really. Probably some damned Tyodarian insect that got caught in a ventilation shaft or something. Now you stay here."
He squeezed her cheek, patted it, and left her, sealing the door behind himself.
Gryn paused in the corridor and listened again. The rustling was coming from the cargo hold. He stalked slowly in his bare feet toward the noise, keeping his back to one wall and his pistol held up at the ready. He strafed to the edge of the hold and peeked around the corner. There was nothing in the hold but the crates of meiloorun fruit. He glanced around, keeping his attention wide so that any movement would catch his eye. Then he heard it coming from the direction of the crates.
He slunk forward on his bare feet, approaching the crates. He expected to find some wild creature between them, but when he peek over the edge, he saw nothing but the deck of the cargo hold. Then the noise happened again, and he realized that it was inside one of the crates.
With his blaster in one hand, he gingerly unfastened the latch on the crate. He lifted it up slowly, aiming at the crack under the lid. The thing inside must have frozen in fear. Gryn lifted the lid up quickly and stepped back, aiming into the box.
Nothing happened.
Still pointing his blaster at it, he peered over the edge to see what was inside. There were the rinds of several desiccated meiloorun fruits, and on top of them, blinking at the sudden bright light, sat a little creature, curled up to protect itself.
"A fucking tooka?" he said.
"Gyndi, come here!" Gryn hollered as he reached in. The small animal hissed as though it thought it was menacing, but the sound was anything but threatening. Gryn caught it by the scruff of its neck, calming it as its own mother would if she were carrying it.
"What is it?" Gyndi asked, peeking around the corner of their quarters.
"Come see," Gryn said. He set his blaster down on a nearby crate and picked bits of meiloorun from the animal's fur.
Gyndi gasped when she saw the animal dangling from her father's grasp.
"A loth-kitty!" she squealed, running forward.
"Easy," Gryn warned. "You don't want to frighten him."
"He's scared?" she asked, covering her mouth with her little hands as she looked up, wide-eyed at the animal, walking closer.
Gryn watched his little girl walk toward him wearing nothing but his shirt. She was precious. She was precocious but still so little. She was sexy.
"Sit down on the crate there," Gryn told her. Gyndi did, climbing up on a crate much like the one she'd hidden in to escape the men that would have enslaved her like her drug-addled whore mother. But what kind of man is she with now? Gryn wondered as he watched her legs under his shirt with a lustful eye. She sat on her bottom, and he lowered the animal into her lap.
"It's a tooka. A loth-cat. It was probably hiding in the meiloorun fruit on Lothal when it got crated up."
"All alone?" Gyndi asked.
"Hold it by its scruff," Gryn said, taking her hand and making her replace his grip on the animal. "That's how its mother would carry it. They have to stay calm when their mom moves them around, so holding it this way makes it feel calm."
"And makes it think I'm its mommy?"
"Maybe," he smiled.
"It's so soft," she said, reaching her other hand out to pet its flank. The strange animal laid its ears down in resignation and opened its wide mouth to yawn. "Awwwww," Gyndi crooned.
"That's a good sign," Gryn told her. "It means it's relaxed enough around you to put its ears down and feel sleepy."
"That's right, little guy," Gyndi whispered.
Gryn set his hand on her little knee and watched her pet the animal.
"I think he likes you."
"Can I keep him, Daddy?" she asked, looking up at him plaintively.
Gryn tilted his head and winced. "I don't know, Gyndi. He's a wild animal. I think we need to let him go somewhere he can be free."
"But he has no mommy to take care of him," she argued. "He needs a family. If I didn't have you, I'd be all alone. We can't let him be lonely."
If you didn't have me, Gryn mused, you wouldn't know what a man's cum tastes like.
"I love it here. I know he will too."
That broke Gryn's heart. For all his fear of hurting her and not being able to stop himself from molesting his daughter, she loved it here.
"Well, some captains do keep them around to eat vermin on the ships. I mean, just imagine if we'd had a womp rat come in with a shipment. We'd have to take care of it ourselves."
"You get womp rats on the ship?" Gyndi asked, pulling her legs up under herself.
"I'm joking, Baby," Gryn said, taking her by the ankles and pulling her legs back free. She kicked them as they dangle over the edge. "But I'll think about keeping him. I wouldn't kick him out on Toydaria, anyway. Those flying slugs wouldn't appreciate his cuteness."
"He needs a good name. We should give him a Toydarian name since we found him here. That way we'll always remember this place."
Gyndi hadn't set foot out of the ship. To her, "this place" was the stop when she got spanked and molested. Gryn sat down next to her and put his arm around her.
"Do they always eat meiloorun fruit?" Gyndi asked.
"No, I think they normally eat bugs and mice and stuff like that. The meiloorun must have been his dessert."
"How do you say dessert in Toydarian?" she asked.
Gryn thought for a moment.
"Well, they speak Huttese here. So...lickmoomoo."
Gyndi giggled and kicked her legs. "Lickmoomoo!" She fell back rolling in laughter. The enthusiasm of her voice giggling in glee and delight tickled Gryn too, and he couldn't help but join her.
"That's a dumb name," Gyndi finally said, rolling over into Gryn's lap. "We'll just call him Moomoo for short." She looked up at him and smiled. "I love you, Daddy. I never had a loth-kitty before."
"You have to take care of him," Gryn explained. "Make sure he has water. Make sure he stays out of trouble."
"I will," she promised. "I'll be a good mommy to him just like you're a good Daddy to me."
"Just don't make him eat your cum," Gryn said.
Gyndi scrunched her face up and stuck out her tongue. "It's gross."
"But you ate it all," he remarked. "Why?"
She shrugged. "I like it when you make me do things."
Gryn's breathing changed. He felt his cock thicken where it was trapped in his pants. Gyndi's cheek was resting against it where she lay in his lap. She felt it. She turned her face towards it and closed her eyes and smiled as she rubbed her cheek against the bulge of his cock.
"Let's put Moomoo back in his crate for tonight. When Ukky gets back, I bet he can make a little house for Moomoo to keep him in our quarters. And you and me are going to go back to bed."
"How come?" she asked as her father scooped her up in his arms and dropped the tooka back into the crate.
"Because I want to make you do things."
"Kay," she whispered, and he carried her to their bed.
To Be Continued.