Octavia opened her eyes wide, her heart skipped a beat, her pupils dilated, and she slowly closed her eyes again. Trembling, her hands went up to her father's face; hugging his head, sinking her claws into Stolas' plumage; who affectionately kissed her beak with a restrain that could only be attributed to paternal affection still within his being, his desire to turn it into a passionate and fleeting kiss was barely weak enough compared with the affection for his little girl's innocence, and Octavia was unable to take control of the situation due to a strange sensation of eroticism that came from the soft gesture of his father.
The taste on her beak could only be compared to the sweetness of honey, freshly harvested from the last apiary on the face of existence.
Stolas, whose mind had been clouded by something beyond his comprehension, would gradually lose control, and his last act of consciousness would result in taking Octavia by the shoulders; and forcing himself to separate that kiss, which would culminate in a thin bridge of mixed saliva hanging from both beaks, he would see his daughter in the eyes with a lost gaze and an agitated breath that would make him feel like his heart was trying to escape from his prison of flesh, feather and bone.
Octavia on the other hand, impulsively wanted to return to her father's beak, her breathing more on pace compared to her father's; she allowed him to take the lead, if only for a moment, but Stolas' mind was still not completely erased; so, with all her strength, she threw herself at him, knocking them down on the bed.
Part of Stolas' face had been covered by Octavia's, forcing him to close his eyes and, with his agitated breathing, get intoxicated by the scent of his daughter, the perfume of her plumage, the warmth of her body. And it was in that instant that any iota of the demon prince that he was ceased to be.
Octavia regained her stance by bracing her hands on the bed, allowing him to free his hands that now lay outstretched from side to side. And when the mind is weakened the heart is exposed and unable to lie to its wishes, whatever these may be.
Stolas with one of his arms took his daughter's head once again, who was now staring at him. She; that despite seeming to be the one orchestrating this play, had a look that was the result of eroticism, excitement, pleasure, desire… and guilt. He then touched her mouth and with a finger on the edge of it, he was drawing it as if it came out of his hand, he did this over and over again as he closed his eyes recording the shape of that mouth he wants, a shape chosen among all and chosen by the one to draw it and that, by chance of fate, exactly coincides with the mouth that smiles below the hand that draws it. Octavia looks at him, she looks at him closely, closer and closer until their mouths meet again and they fight affectionately, biting each other, barely resting their tongues on their beaks, playing between them where heavy air comes and goes. Then Stolas' hands sink into his little girl's head, slowly caressing the depth of her plumage while kissing each other as if their mouths were full of flowers, or of lively movements, of dark fragrance. And the bites have a pain that is sweet, they drown in a brief and terrible suck of breath, and that instant death is beautiful. And there is only one saliva, and they can feel themselves trembling against each other like the moon trembles reflected in the water.
Octavia, who finally had her father under control, knew that she must not let him go, or the beast that awoke within him would take control and she would never get it back again. So, while she was still connected to his beak; she took one of Stolas' hands which she brought from him to her waist and began to tuck it under her blouse, signalling him to undress her now and then.
The feel of Stolas' arms crossing her slender body as he obeyed, gave Octavia sensations she had never felt before. Hands that took care of her, held her, hands that were always there for her to hold on to and never let go. Those hands now crossed her curves as the wind caresses the mountains, and her plumage was disarranged like the leaves of the trees, simple victims of the intimacy between the wind and the earth.
The inevitable interruption of the kiss, due to the need to get rid of what her body was covered with, felt eternal as they both took the opportunity to catch their breath that they sorely needed. But still on the offensive, Octavia took it upon herself to finish taking off her clothes by sitting on her father's waist, to leave the absence of intimate clothing that covered her, in full view, which almost seemed like an orchestrated act with intention and sin; that body that was once that of an innocent girl had transformed into something more. Her body giddy, highlighting her small breasts and nipples tense with excitement. She now supporting her arms on Stolas' chest to prevent him from making a sudden movement, while she erased from her mind the modesty that still haunted her from the beginning.
But as Murphy's Law dictates; what you do not want to happen must happen, she did not have enough strength to stop him, and he, ecstatic by the eroticism of his daughter's body, did not think twice, and raised himself towards hers while stopping her fall. And he, with a hug, a hug in which he buried his face between his daughter's breasts, pushed as if wanting to reach her heart. Octavia could do nothing but let out a cry of surprise followed by a groan of pleasure at the feel it on her skin. Then Stolas began to probe her body more and more, kissing and licking every part of her chest and her tits; playing with the tip of his tongue on her little girl's nipples while she hugged him tightly, inviting him to eat more.
Octavia had a unique and intoxicating flavour, a mixture of sweat, warmth, eroticism and passion and something else. It resembled the taste of the forbidden fruit that had given birth to creation and to sin, to impurity.
But something she had forgotten, was that she was not the only one who seemed to be prepared in advance, because between movement after another of her father, she noticed that someone else was relatively naked too, because her sudden lover was only wearing a simple robe. She became aware of this when she felt something getting bigger and bigger near her buttocks and her father lowered his hands more and more towards her waist.
Immediately, fear took control of her again, but the pleasure was already such that, even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop what she started. A part of her wanted him, contrary to her superficial feelings, she wanted him now. To feel the man who always loved and cared for her, to feel him inside her, to feel his warmth, his love and his passion. Her mind was spinning as Stolas was still teasing her body in every area he reached.
As it was obvious Stolas had his own plans too, his hands lay at the height of his daughter's butt, an adventurous hand dropped two fingers between her buttocks that now touched her cloaca; he caresses her with his nails while Octavia lets out another moan that drove her even more crazy. Those curious fingers went even lower and felt her already wet cloaca that, without the need to apply the slightest force, let them enter as much as they wanted; and they did just that. The more they played inside her cloaca the wetter she got; Octavia couldn't stop moaning in her pleasure as she held on tight to him.
—Dad…! She let out a moan.
As fast as a thermal shock caused by a bucket of cold water, Stolas came to his senses and as if he had never left, he seemed to be aware of what had happened all this time; but he strangely had no thoughts of stopping or giving up. However, it did cause her to stop for a moment –enough for a conversation to sneak between them, because she noticed and took the opportunity to ask.
—I-Is that how you felt? You and Blitz? Is that how you felt listening to your heart? Tell me, is all this really happening?
—Only if you want it to happen. —he replied—.
—I'm scared.
—Daddy is here.
Then they both kissed again. Despite it being just another kiss compared to the first, it wouldn't take away her feeling of ease. Like on those nights when her father accompanied her to tell her that there were no monsters under her bed, and she would be okay.
Stolas then gave Octavia the indication to lie down on the bed properly and she obeyed delicately, each second that passed without doing something felt like a punishment as it cooled her mind and body; that began to ask her what she was doing. Stolas, despite feeling the same, still had traces of that hidden force that drove him to continue, so once she was in position, he prostrated himself in front of her, but despite what Octavia thought would happen he simply crouched down. He hugged her legs one with each hand and placed his gaze on her crotch.
You could see how wet she was, and Stolas just stared at it. This caused embarrassment on his daughter, whom every second questioned herself, but each time she chose to continue regardless.
So, he leaned towards her, which puzzled Octavia, because it was not what she thought would happen. Stolas began analysing her scent, sniffing all over her crotch, every part of her. He would take long licks around it, as if she were a plate he could clean with his tongue.
The feel of Stolas' tongue aroused Octavia in incredible ways she didn't know were possible. Stolas knew it because as he was holding her feet, it was obvious to him the rapid spasms her daughter was having.
Stolas gave with his tongue one, two, three slow passes over her cloaca, and Octavia could do nothing but shoot a moan at the stars, her spasms were already uncontrollable and like a padlock she began to close her legs between her father's head. as she brought her hands to his head and back to the bed, not knowing what to hold on to.
Stolas immutably continued the oral carefully, little by little he pushed his tongue inside her, even if he didn't want to force her, her body surrendered itself to him.
Her taste was intoxicating, however. A mixture of the taste of their fluids with eroticism and the sin of lust gave a complete course with a single meal. While the moans of her daughter served as an essential companion.
His tongue kept going in and out, skimming her inside walls from top to bottom and left to right. It was then that Stolas felt confident to help himself with his hands, using his fingers to open her cloaca and see inside her more easily and exposing each part. There he began to slowly run his tongue over her inside area, causing strong sensations of pleasure that could only be described as heaven without leaving hell. A sudden glory that caused her to abandon her awareness and focus solely on the pleasure as she grabbed her father's head and pulled him hard toward her.
Stolas continued to play in a thousand and one indescribable, unimaginable and impossible ways that took her daughter from one world to another and back again while he continued licking, sucking and stroking with his tongue in a circular way until the time had come, and although she did not know; he did.
She kept pushing her father's face towards her screaming to please not stop, screaming how much she wanted and needed him not to stop as her back curved. Stolas knew it, his daughter was about to cum.
She then gave a great moan as she came, and Stolas captured everything in his mouth. Her mind was clouded in the sea of passion; lost in the abyss, the sensation of exquisite and lustful climax. And her body was filled with spasms as a strange panic at such a new experience made her cling to her father's head like never before. The feeling of bewilderment for something never before explored –but that brought her ecstasy beyond her imagination, morbidity that completely embraced her, thus giving a catharsis of purification of all her previous emotions, leaving her mind in a blank limbo where there was only her.
And so, as her orgasm ended and her mind returned, Stolas rose and began to climb her body until he was facing her. Lovingly arranging the plumage of her daughter who was still recovering, he looked at her tenderly as a warm red painted her cheeks. Her chest heaved with each breath, and she felt as if her heart was going to burst.
—My dear Via, take your time, I'm here for you. —Stolas whispered to her daughter as he finished arranging the plumage on her head—.
She was still afraid of any pause, she couldn't explain it to herself, but every moment of calm was like an opportunity for guilt and doubt to take her heart and force it to stop completely, so as soon as she heard the words of her father, she took him again and kissed him. Stolas returned the kiss gently and again their scents mingled. Octavia couldn't help but let out a tear from one of her eyes, while she clung to that kiss as if it was the last kiss she would give in her life.
When it was finally over and they parted once more, Stolas noticed that stealthy tear and asked.
—Via-?
—Take me. —Octavia answered, interrupting in an almost mute tone of voice—.
Stolas merely turned his head to the side to indicate that he had not heard.
—I want you to take me! Make me yours, I want you to show me how it feels, I want us to be whole forever. —Octavia yelled—. Please. —She said as if she wanted to keep from sobbing—.
—My little starfire...
They kissed again tenderly and thus Stolas settled between Octavia's legs and began to bring his penis closer to her intimacy. She was still nervous as she clung tightly to him.
Stolas began to penetrate her slowly, which caused Octavia to let go of the kiss, allowing her to launch a new moan of unknown pleasure, leaning her head against his, leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out as if she were a panting dog. She, without thinking, with her thighs pushed her father's buttocks so that he penetrated her completely, which only amplified her pleasure, but also aroused a blurring confusion with pain. As it was her first time.
This thought carried the entire act in her mind, but at last she had conceded the climax of her consciousness. Such an important moment in the life of every person, the first time that she gives herself in body and being to another. Always telling oneself that it should be kept for the most special person and the one you think you really love; what more appropriate than this, giving herself to a father that she had loved so much since she was a child, the first man who took care of her at all times and who despite adversity was always by her side. No better way to pay for a life of unconditional love than with her own flesh, her own love.
The sudden pain disappeared in a short time as he made a constant penetration movement where each soft or hard thrust was received by her with open doors and begging for more. His cock inside her was embraced by warm throbbing. Her body trying to capture him inside her, but not being able to stop him.
After a few minutes Octavia had another orgasm. She could swear to herself that it was more intense than the last.
And just as everything continued its course, the necessary time passed for Stolas, who began to hear his own panting, his own moans. He knew it was his turn and, just as he was ready to cum at minute's notice, he though eager of the idea; to cum inside, while at the same time being terrified of the idea, thinking it twice before committing. Perhaps it was destiny, or the feminine intuition of her little girl that; just as she had trapped him once, she would do it again –forcing him to stay inside her. Which soon made it clear what would happen now.
And so, Stolas for the first time in that act had the opportunity to have an orgasm of his own, screaming his daughter's name while he ejaculated without being able to stop and filled his daughter with his semen. Octavia, feeling his warm seed, also screamed with pleasure, but it was already imperceptible to know if she was just moaning or screaming in unison with him.
Stolas' body also arched as he came, his mind screaming with pleasure and ecstasy knowing what he had done, while his conscience was in total panic. He wanted to keep cumming until he lost his mind.
Some time went by, allowing Stolas and Octavia to regain some strength in well-deserved calm and silence, Stolas was finally able to get out of her, allowing the semen that hadn't been able to enter, to drain from her cloaca. And they looked at each other's bodies. Stolas' body finally gave way and lay on her side, but still on top of her by some extent, leading her to turn her head so as not to lose eye contact while they stroked each other's plumage.
—I Love you.
It was the last thing Octavia said to her father as they rested. And as their minds grew cold and their consciences recovered from madness little by little, they got up and sat up in bed; one beside the other.
Stolas picked up his phone which had been dropped during sex and it showed that the food had been delivered long ago. "Probably received by a servant." He thought to himself.
Octavia put her hands on her chest. Perhaps to know if this had been a dream, or had all of this had really happened.
—I think we can still have dinner; don't you think so? —Stolas asked as he put his robe back on—.
Octavia was still silent.
—We should take a bath; I can wait for you in the dining room. —He continued without hope of an answer—.
Then Stolas stood up and walked to the door. He walked out quietly, closing the door behind him, watching the little girl turn her back on him as he closed it. Had it all been a terrible mistake? He headed back to his bedroom with this thought on his mind.
Once he had left the room Octavia also checked her phone, which only contained a notification. She knew she should reply to that message, but she just turned off the phone and got up.
She walked to her own bathroom and as she did, she gently touched her cloaca, which still felt wet and a little sticky, product of her father's semen still leaking from her. She turned to see her bed, turned into a mess of quilts and blankets and pillows all over the place, she brought her hand back to her chest bowing her head down and locked herself in the shower.
They were both going through the beginning of a moral hangover that would take great effort from both of them to overcome.
The fire of passion can burn you if you are too close, and they embraced that flame with their whole body. They listened to their impulses, and they guided them along the path they wanted to walk even if they told each other that it was not so.
Now they must speak with their hearts, face themselves and accept who they are or find a way to generate the necessary catalyst to continue their lives now that they had united in one being. Or to atone for their sins and suffer the consequences.