3 Daughters Ch. 04 - Kiera the Dom

Legends of the Azizam - AltU

Daughters of Fable

Chapter 3 - Kiera finds her inner Dominatrix

-From the journals of Kiera Fable.

***

'Fuck this.' I thought.

I liked the way Pappa tasted when I woke up, but I did not like the experience. I didn't want to do that again. Ever. Ten minutes after I woke up, I was dressed to leave and my backpack was packed. As I quietly padded down the hall, I could hear noises coming from Ava's room. It sounded like she was having fun. I wasn't.

I padded downstairs and slipped out of the garden door. Pausing, I took a deep breath, then set out. The plan was to take the path through the woods to the studio. Momma Katie said she'd be down there and we needed to have a talk. This wasn't going to work for me.

My resolve hardened as I walked. I hadn't checked the time, but it was dark and cool. I marched toward the edge of the yard, but as I neared the path I slowed. I didn't mean to, I just did. Then I stopped right at the edge of the yard and felt like I couldn't take another step. I stood there for a moment, wondering what was going on. I took a hesitant step onto the trail, then another.

"Is everything ok, Kiera?" Said a voice. I almost shit myself and made a stupid face, then whirled, ready to fight.

"Momma!" I said, rushing to her. My eyes flooded with tears and I didn't know why.

"Hey, hey." Momma said, gathering me into her arms. It was a side hug as I didn't even give her time to square up to me. One big breast was in my face and I could feel her hard nipple on my cheek through her teeshirt. I loved those tits. I loved nursing from her. My snatch reacted and I pressed myself against her thigh without thinking. "Hey, honey. It's ok." She said, rubbing my back. "What's wrong?"

"I-I... don't know. It's not right."

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I..." I struggled for a moment and she let the pause continue. I felt like I had to talk. I pressed against her leg again and my snatch sent another wave of pleasure. "It just doesn't feel right. I can't have sex with Pappa."

"Ok. Whatever you feel is ok. What doesn't feel right? Can you describe it?"

"I didn't like it when he fed me." I said, reliving the experience. "You brought Pappa in and all the sudden I was in front of him, begging. I didn't like it." Momma's hot body felt so good. I hunched her thigh even harder. I couldn't help it.

"Oh, ok." Momma said, grabbing my butt and forcing me into her thigh harder. Fuck. It felt amazing. "I think you're a little frustrated at the moment. Do you want to take care of that and then we can talk some more?"

"Can..." I started, then paused. I felt my cheeks flushed and realized I was a little embarrassed. Momma will understand, so I just blurted it out, "Can you take care of it for me?"

"Oh." Momma said, then pressed her thigh into me again. I groaned at the sensation. Then her pause started to worry me. Had I crossed a line? "Well, I didn't expect that. But... ok. Yes. Can we go back up to the pool's patio?"

"Ok." I whispered.

I had been fantasizing about Momma as often as Pappa. I almost rubbed myself raw not long ago, but at least I'd figured out to spit on my fingers. Then I got the bright idea to slip into Ariana's room.

She had no problems with letting me crawl between her legs and lick her snatch. It took a minute, but I even managed to make her come. She also hadn't had an issue with reciprocating. I had to coach her a bit, which was fine - neither of us knew what we were doing. Eventually, she got me off though.

Ever since that moment I've been dreaming about Momma's perfect face between my legs. I'd just hold her head and hump those gorgeous lips. I felt like I was dreaming as she guided me to one of the lounge chairs. She undressed my bottoms like I was a kid and folded them before kneeling in front of me.

"Relax, honey." Momma said.

There was no teasing, she went right in and got to work on my pleasure knob. My body tensed and I was immediately overcome with waves of pleasure. Her tongue did tricks I didn't understand and I knew that Momma knew her way around a snatch. I overcame the shuddering and put my hands gently on the side of her head and started to move my hips.

I wanted to throw her off a little and make it last. It didn't work. She was glued to my knob and I couldn't do anything but go with it. I got gooseflesh and my skin felt electrified for a moment before it flowed through my knob and burst into reality. I groaned and shuddered.

"Yes, Momma!" I called out, shivering as the last few wonderful jolts went through my body.

"Feel better?" Momma asked, coming around to sit beside me. She was leaning toward me, waiting for my reply. Her wet lips looked inviting and I wanted to taste myself on her. I leaned toward her and she put a finger on my lips. "Sorry honey. When the time comes I'll teach you how to kiss but not yet. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Listen. You're going to have strong urges to kiss really soon. I don't think that's what just happened, but there should be no kissing for a little while. Sorry. Please know I'm not rejecting you." Momma explained, her eyes begging me not to be hurt.

"Thank you, Momma. I've been dreaming about that." I said, nodding down at my snatch.

"Of course, honey. Now tell me, what's up? What made you want to get away from the house?"

"I just didn't like that. When he fed me. It was like all of a sudden he owned me."

"Ah, I see. Is it fair to say that you don't like the idea of just doing whatever he wants?"

"No. I mean... Yes, what you said." I said without a pause. I felt my lips make a thin line on my face.

"You want to do what you want to do, right?"

"Yes, that's it. He's my Pappa. He's in charge and always has been. He says something and we have to do it."

"Well, I'm in charge too." Momma said, grinning.

"Geeze, I didn't think of that."

"It's different with me, right?" Momma asked. I nodded, she was correct. "Ok, I'll tell you a secret if you do me a favor. Deal?"

"I'll have to hear it first." I said, grinning. She used to get me with that little trick every time when I was younger. Momma laughed and her mirth made me giddy inside.

"So, when you see Poppa's eyes you will feel compelled to go beg for food."

"From now on?"

"No, it's... Well, it's more complicated than that. From our experience, when there's a difference in... power? We try to balance that power by taking it from him in the form of his potent food. That's why you slept, which is only temporary as well. When the power between you balances you'll no longer react that way."

"Oh, ok. That makes a weird kind of sense. What's your secret?" I asked. Mom smiled really wide.

"First, don't look him in the eyes for now. Remember, it's only temporary. Second, when you're done having him do what you want... By the way, he will do what you tell him to do."

"How do you know?" I blurted, then covered my mouth. Mom didn't like it when I interrupted her. Thankfully, Mom just smiled.

"When we're naked or having sex, he does exactly what I tell him to. Just know that he isn't into humiliation. You don't have to be mean if you're in charge. Got that?" I nodded again, considering her words. "Want one last secret?" I nodded with vigor. This was starting to sound more like what I wanted. "When you're tired and ready, open your mouth and say, 'Ahh.'"

"What?"

"Look. When you look into his eyes, you will feel compelled to get down and do exactly that. Instead, you pick the time and place and say that with your mouth open. He'll come hustling to you, not the other way around, and feed you. He can't resist."

"Whoa. Really? So I can be in control of everything?"

"Yes. Turns out you're like me in that way too." Momma-Katie said, looking at me with approval. She brushed hair back from my eyes and my skin tingled where she touched. My needy snatch started to heat up again. "I can switch from time to time, but mostly I like to be in charge too."

"Switch?"

"Sure, sometimes I like for him to be in charge and decide what to do to me and things like that. Turns out, one of your sisters is submissive. She always wants him to do things to her and never wants to be in charge. So far."

"Ari."

"Yup, smart girl." Mom said, pinching my cheek. I felt my cheeks get hot. It felt good to make Mom happy.

"Ok, what's the favor?" I asked, remembering that I was bound to do her a favor now. Usually, when she wanted a favor it wasn't something I wanted to do. Ugh. My body was really starting to hurt.

"Give your father a chance, honey. Ok? Can you do that for me?" Mom asked, her eyes begging me. "He's the only one who can teach you to control your urges."

"Urges?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Mom grimaced and nodded. "I don't really like surprises, Mom. What urges?" Mom took a deep breath. I fidgeted, my eyelids were getting heavy. I was hurting and tired now.

"So, when that wonderful penis of his makes you come, or sometimes after you feed, you'll want to take his life with a kiss."

"Say what?" I asked, my eyes wide. Susan had said something like that but I hadn't really thought about it since then.

"That's right. As far as we know, he's the only man on the planet who is immune to that kiss. To make matters worse, when he doesn't allow you to kiss him, you'll sing to him. Any other man would do exactly what you sing."

"Pappa won't?"

"Not unless he wants to do it."

"Wow. Ok. Yeah, of course I'll do it. If that's what you want." I said. Mom nodded and patted my shoulder. When she touched me, it didn't feel good this time. My shoulders ached. "Mom, why do I hurt?"

"Growth spurt, dear."

"My tits too?" I asked, massaging my breasts delicately.

"Everything. Guess what makes you feel better and helps get you through this more quickly?" Mom asked, a grin on her face and twinkle in her eye. It was probably something I didn't want to do. I considered for a moment, then it dawned on me.

"Pappa's semen."

"Bingo. Now get back in there before I have to carry you again."

"Ok." I sighed. "Do I have to go to my room?"

"I don't care, but you'll probably be more comfortable in your own bed."

"Thanks, Mom." I said, then leaned in for a hug. I thought she was going to break me, but realized it probably only felt that way because I hurt. I wanted to be happy and enjoy her warm body again, but I couldn't. I felt more crummy by the minute. I did like it when Mom kissed me on the forehead, then offered her own forehead for me. That was sweet.

I dragged myself inside and probably looked funny with a backpack, teeshirt, and shoes on, but no pants. I didn't care. The house was quiet and dark and I found myself at the foot of the staircase, dreading the climb up. I had run up those stairs dozens of times the day we did the fashion show. Now I couldn't bear the thought of taking one step.

"Is everything ok?" I heard Pappa ask from behind me. He didn't scare me because something had let me know he was there. His smell? Yes, I could smell him from over here. He smelled good. Really good. I felt exposed. "Kiera?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, turning but not looking at his eyes. Pappa was naked and looked as good as he smelled. I wished I was in the mood. I motioned back to the garden door. "Mom is outside. We had a chat. She can catch you up. I need your help." I said, plopping down on the bottom stair heavily. I felt like I weighed a million pounds.

"Sure, anything. Name it."

"Ahh." I said, sticking my tongue out.

In a flash, Pappa had crossed the fifteen feet between us and a long, thin dick was in front of my face. Mom was right, this was more like it. Out of instinct more than a decision to do so, I took him all down my throat and my body started to feel better with each gush of semen. My mind, however, started to switch off. I barely remember Pappa lowering me gently to the floor.

***

My mind turned on much as it had switched off. All of the sudden, I was awake and ready. I threw the covers off my sweaty body and instantly felt better. Ideas came and went and I licked my fingers and stroked my greedy snatch. It was always hungry these days and it seemed worse now.

I imagined Pappa's naked body but that didn't feel right. I worked in my mind until my snatch got hot again. Yeah, I'd take my stud for a ride. That's what I needed to do. My knob lit up like a beacon and I shivered with a little orgasm. It took the edge off.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone, then put it down and crushed a bottle of water. The phone was way too bright, but I fumbled with it until I managed to turn down the brightness and was surprised to see that it was three o'clock in the morning. Oh well. I sent Momma-Katie a text and thanked her. I was sure to let her know I felt much better about things now.

I started to text my Stud, then erased it. It was necessary to let him know what I expected without going into all the details. That would take all morning. I gave up for the moment and took my phone down the hall to the bathroom with me. Sitting on the toilet, it occurred to me.

Kiera: Good morning, Stud. Your Queen needs your services.

Anxious for a reply, I could barely take my eyes off the phone long enough to finish my business. I started to think what it would be like, then felt my stomach flip when I realized I needed a plan. If I was going to be in charge, it was up to me.

Rick: Right away, my Queen.

My stud's response made me chuckle - he got it. Then my stomach did another flip as I hustled toward my room. I really needed a plan now and flopped into bed to think. My greedy snatch was humming away excitedly. No, I didn't want to be in bed just laying there, waiting.

Standing, I put a hand on my hip and tried to look regal. My hands went to my hair to brush some out of my eyes, then it occurred to me that my hair was a mess. Being naked with messy hair made me wonder about how I smelled. Was I gross? I suddenly felt exposed and not ready. A knock froze me for a second. I had to squeeze my thighs to try and calm my snatch for a second. My face burned with embarrassment. I was clueless.

"Come in." I said, not sounding as confident as I wanted to. I immediately messed up and looked at my stud's face. He had sunglasses on, which made me smile. "Why do you have sunglasses on?"

"So my queen can look at my face if she wishes." My stud said, casting his face down. That was sweet of him. He was playing right along too and I loved it. I took a deep, steadying breath.

"Thank you, stud." I said, really meaning it. "Can you lay down on the bed for me?"

"Of course, my queen."

I heard myself giggle and didn't mean to. He was just so damn sweet. And sexy. Really, really sexy. Seeing that perfect body as he slid into bed gracefully made me quiver with excitement. I still had no plan and was winging it. The urge to climb on top of him came to me, so I did it. When my face was over his crotch I couldn't help but pause. I wanted to taste him again. My snatch twitched impatiently.

"Do I need to do something to make it hard?" I asked. It sounded a little sassy even though I didn't mean to. I actually had no idea what the answer to that question was. Once it started to transform into a smaller, erect version of itself, my question was answered. It seemed odd that it got smaller. The guys in the videos always got bigger. I started to ask, then chose my words carefully so I didn't sound sarcastic or anything. "Do you have other sizes?"

"Yes, my queen. Any that you desire." My stud said. He sounded so formal. I liked it. It was exactly what I had fantasized after I woke up.

"Oh, my." I said, my eyes going wide. I had to move my head as his erection blossomed into a giant version of itself. I quivered and groaned as an electrical surge went through my body. As if in a trance, I sat back and put my hands on it. I could feel his heartbeat in those crazy veins. What could I do with something like that? "Wow." I breathed, then I was straddling him and pressing his massive head against my hot snatch.

"The queen is ambitious." My stud said, smiling up at me as I squatted and rubbed him against me.

"Ung." I grunted as he slipped off and ground against my pleasure knob. I held his dick there and humped the underside of its head for a moment. I needed it inside me. Bad. "Let's start with the smallest one for now." I said, grinning back at him. "Do you ever get to use that big one?" He nodded and his dick disappeared under me. I went to my knees, fishing between my legs for it. I needed it badly. "Mamma-Katie uses that big thing?" I guessed, then groaned as I got his place at the entrance for my overheated snatch.

My stud nodded again and I thought I would explode thinking about Mom with that giant dick inside her. I strained against that smallest dick and wasn't sure if it would work. My gut twisted a little as I imagined that I might be broken. Frustrated, I strained harder and put my weight on it.

In the blink of an eye, I went from red-faced and straining to a crumpled mess on my stud's chest. It felt like electrical ecstacy radiating from my tortured snatch. It hurt bad, but that only amplified my circuitry and I was jolting helplessly with my eyes rolled back in my head. It was amazing.

Then another thing happened that I can't explain. I wanted... no, I needed to kiss Pappa. I strained to get to his lips, his dick slipping out of me. My compulsion to get to his lips was clearly stronger than my desire to have him inside me.

He held me back, but a quick swipe and his hands went wide. My lips met his and... nothing. Nothing happened. I knew instinctively that this was how it worked and his energy should be mine now. He pushed me back and I strained to get at him again.

"Fight it, Kiera." Pappa said, not struggling now that he had a grip on my shoulders. I didn't want to fight it, but his words triggered Mom's warning about no kissing. This is what she meant. Embarrassed and ashamed, I put my head on his chest and felt tears come to my eyes. "Shh. It's ok. Everything is fine. Try not to think about it. It'll get easier. Just try and resist it, my queen."

"Sorry." I said, the fire in my middle igniting again when he called me his queen.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm here for you."

"Fuck." I whispered, my body at war. My heart was heavy because I could have hurt Pappa if he were a normal man. My brain needed time to process things but my snatch needed more attention. I gave in to the next strongest desire and backed down until I felt my stud's dick against me. I wiggled just right without even thinking about it and, this time, he slid right in. "Oh, yeah." I whispered, then shivered.

Rocking back, I took it all in and groaned. Forward, then back. Forward, then back. It was just what I needed. I'll never forget feeling that hard dickhead dragging in and out of me. I sat up and he went a little deeper. Yes, that was it. I ground my hips on him without thinking how and my hands went to my sensitive breasts.

I wanted my stud's big, strong hands instead so I guided his hands to me. He didn't resist and, better yet, he knew exactly what he was doing. I groaned as I rocked, his hands gently massaging my breasts and pinching lightly at my nipples. Each time he pinched, I quivered. Electricity built to a higher voltage, slowly but surely. This went on but no matter how hard I ground and moved, I couldn't quite push it to the edge and I was becoming tired.

"Command me, my queen. What do you need?" My thoughtful stud asked.

"I want it harder and faster. How do I do that?" I asked.

"May I show you?" He asked. I nodded. With a sure movement he grabbed my hips with his big hands and pulled me up, then thrust his hips and slapped against me hard just once.

"Ung." I grunted, shuddering.

"Like this, my queen? Want me to fuck you?"

"Yes. Fuck me, stud." I commanded. He pounded into me once, then twice.

"Your wish is my command. Bigger, smaller, thicker, faster, harder, anything my queen desires." My stud whispered, then started to fuck me hard and fast.

Hearing him call me his queen already had me winding up but as soon as he started to fuck me properly I went to a different place. I had arrived at pleasureville and I had an express ticket to orgasmtown. My insides started to give me a shock with each thrust and I can't be sure what my body was doing. My eyes were closed, but I could see the pulses of hot, blue, electricity.

"Oh yeah. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me, stud. Yes. Oh, Yes. Yes! YES!" I heard myself calling out. I didn't mean to, it just came out.

Then the electrical ecstasy came as well and I revelled in the feeling. I felt my stud's cock throb inside of me, pouring out his heat. This is what I needed. It was glorious. Then the pleasure I had been craving faded and lips were all I could see. Pappa's lips. I stretched and fought for a moment before I remembered. Turning my head, I struggled to press that urge down. I needed to... wall it off. Separate it. Partition it off. Finally, it faded.

"Good. Very good." Pappa said, holding me and stroking my sweaty skin. My body hurt then as the stolen orgasm faded. I knew on some level there was more. It should have lasted. Now, even my skin where Pappa touched me wasn't pleasant. "This is aftercare. Your mother does it well. She treats me like a sex object until we're done, then she lets me know that isn't all I am to her."

"What if I wasn't done, stud?" I asked, being sassy on purpose.

"Oh? Then tell your stud what you need."

"I'm just kidding." I said, giggling. "I want to. I just hurt so bad."

"I know, Kiera. It sucks." Pappa said, kissing the top of my head.

"Can I do anything to get it over with more quickly?"

"The mothers told me that you should get double helpings as soon as possible. Triple, eventually."

"Can we do that now?" I asked, willing to do whatever it took to speed the process along.

"Only if you can stay awake long enough to ask twice. I can't force feed you, unfortunately."

"Ok." I said, dragging myself upright by force of will. "I love you, Pappa. Thank you for understanding." I almost melted when he smiled and I thought he even got a little misty eyed when I leaned down and kissed his forehead. Moving over his dick slowly, I looked at his wet, flaccid penis and salivated. "Ahh."

I concentrated on staying awake and remember pulling away and trying to ask for more. I don't think I got a second helping.

***

A hot mess greeted me when I woke up. Not only was my snatch hot and ready, the sheets were soaked with sweat as well. Gross. Why was the morning sun so incredibly bright? I was completely parched and smiled when, with barely slitted eyes, I found two cold bottles of water on my bedside table. Pappa must have added a little bit of salt because they tasted wonderful. I chugged the first one. My body obviously needed it.

Rick: Good morning! There are sunglasses for you and you probably already know why. Your vision is changing. There are also fresh sheets there too. I'm here when you're ready, my queen.

Kiera: Why does the queen need to change her own sheets?

I giggled and covered my mouth. I liked being sassy although it wasn't as fun as it used to be. Mom used to get a little cross about it until we had a talk and we both realized that I mostly did it for fun. With sunglasses in place, I was nearly finished changing my sheets when my phone chimed. I chuckled when I saw the notification. Yeah, I had changed Pappa's name.

Stud: Sorry, my queen. I can't seem to find any servants in the castle. I did manage to locate your stud though. ;) Or I can just come up to talk?

Kiera: No, a sexy stud is just what I need. Give me 20 minutes to take a shower.

My thighs squeezed involuntarily at the thought of having my stud take care of me again.

Kiera: Make that ten minutes. Don't be late.

Stud: Yes, my queen.

I was not used to that yet and the way my stud was ready to serve me caught me on fire. Busting into the hall, I stumbled and put up a hand to shield my eyes. The skylights in the hall let in far more light and it was hard to bear it. What the hell was wrong with my eyes anyway?

I managed the long walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I sighed and leaned back against the door as if I had escaped a monster. It was a little dim in the bathroom but after removing my sunglasses, I didn't even need the overhead light. I barely managed to avoid masturbating while showering, which meant I was about to go crazy as I padded down the hall toward my room. My eyes shielded as before.

"Oh." I said, freezing in my doorway. To my surprise, my hunky stud was already in my bed when I got there. He was laying on his side, sexy face on his hand, watching me. Perfect. "What should I do with you?" I asked, closing the door behind me and walking toward the prize on my bed while swishing my hips and trying to look sexy. I probably looked as strange in my sunglasses as he did now.

"Anything my sexy queen wants."

"Hrm." I considered, smiling at the compliment. I really had no idea and had been so focused on not touching myself that I hadn't thought about exactly what I was going to do. It felt like a lot of pressure being the one who had to decide.

"Maybe my queen would like to sit on my face to start with?" My stud suggested.

"Excellent, suggestion." I said, watching him roll over onto his back.

That enormous erection sprouted again and I quivered. I crawled onto the bed and straddled his face so I could face that giant dick. Apparently he'd already figured out that I liked to look at it. With my calves hooked under his shoulders, I lowered myself until I could feel his hot breath on my fresh, steaming snatch.

I felt like I was dripping wet. My stud was just as experienced as Momma because his tongue immediately flicked out and touched my pleasure knob. My skin felt like it was crackling with static electricity and, within seconds, I knew it would take long.

I groaned and put my cheek on his long, fat dick. I wanted to try and suck some sweetness out, but my body was already starting to shudder. I hunched my hips, trying to get away from his darting tongue and make it last. My stud's long, hot tongue explored my snatch hole instead and I groaned again and realized how badly I wanted a dick to fill me up. Lifting his weighty dick, I licked the big head, hoping for that taste I craved. There was none. I rose up on my knees a bit more in order to stroke him with both hands and encourage some semen to come out.

The movement put his tongue on my ass and he started to make circles without stopping. I liked that, but not as much as my pleasure knob. Abandoning the giant cock in front of me, I adjusted again and my stud's tongue went to work on my clit again.

I had decided to orgasm quickly so I could get that dick inside me again. I needed it. My stud made short work of my pleasure knob and, after quivering for thirty seconds, lightning was about to strike.

"Yeah. Eat my snatch." I demanded, humping his perfect face. He pressed a finger into my snatch and the pleasure leapt out immediately. "Ung." I grunted, smashing my pleasure knob into his mouth. He sucked and flicked as I shuddered and jolted about. It was far better than masturbating but not nearly as explosive as his dick had been. When I recovered enough, I untangled myself and realized that I was in the perfect position for doggy style. I held the position. "Put it in me. Do it hard."

The bed barely moved and my stud was behind me, holding my hips. After just a short pause, he crushed it into me and lightning struck. I bucked repeatedly due to the shock of an explosive orgasm. I convulsed so much he lost his grip and it came out.

"Again!" I gasped. All I could think about was his lips but if he had a hold of me, I couldn't get to him and maybe it wouldn't end. I tried to turn toward him, but he grabbed my hips with his strong hands and guided me expertly back to his cock while I squirmed. His cock smashed into me again and lightning struck again. My convulsions worked his cock around my snatch hard, bumping something inside painfully, amplifying my orgasm. I started singing about kissing him and tried to stop, but the song poured out. I tried in vain to concentrate on the pleasure and, in my frustration, managed to stop singing. "Again!" I managed and he did. I saw sparks behind my eyes, then the world went dark.

My eyes flickered open.

"There you are." Pappa said, grinning at me while he caressed my cheek. He chuckled deep in his chest. I loved that sound. "You're a real life firecracker."

"What happened?" I asked, the tingles in my body slowly turning into an ache.

"You passed out for twenty seconds or so."

"I did? Is that normal?"

"Well, when you ask me to stab you hard several times in a row... Pretty much. Mommy-Angie does that on purpose sometimes. She calls it, 'getting your brains fucked out.'"

"Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like." I said, offering my own weak chuckle. Angie did have that mischievous side to her - so I could see that. I could see why too. I moved, wanting to get back on all-fours and give it another go. My whole body complained. I groaned and managed to snuggle closer. It wasn't a good groan. It felt like I'd been tired, sore, sleeping, or playing with myself forever. "When does this end?"

"Well, Ava is about twelve hours ahead and she's still tired and sore, but the urges are getting more manageable at least. The soreness will probably last another week or so. From what I can tell, it'll get better for you from this point."

"That'll be nice. How's Ari? Is she your sex slave now?" I asked, making Pappa snort.

"Sex doll, actually."

"Yeah, I can see that." I said, giggling. It felt nice to be close to Pappa and I regretted ever being weird about the submissive thing. "Sorry about my little getaway yesterday. It seems a little silly now. That was yesterday, right?" I didn't even know what day it was anymore.

"Awe. That's sweet of you to say - but don't worry about it, ok? You're really going through it right now." Pappa said, his deep, warm voice making me feel safe and comfortable. "Things are changing for you. Just know that your mother and I want to provide you with the space you need to find your niche."

"Thanks, Pappa." I said, squeezing him as best I could before my body made me quit. He squeezed me back gently. "I'm dead tired. I need to take a nap."

"I'm at your disposal, my queen."

My stud's comment and the switch in tone made me giggle. I stayed relaxed for a moment more as I summoned the energy to eat. With another groan and what felt like an epic amount of effort, I rose to my knees near my stud's waist.

"Ahh." I said, watching as his flaccid cock responded to my request. I plunged over it and Pappa gently took my hand as I drank him in. My body felt tingly all over and the pain receded but the tiredness amplified. I willed myself to stay awake and withdrew as if in a dream. More food meant I'd get through it faster. "Ahh." I managed, though I couldn't say if I actually ate again, or not.

***

Author's note: Please let me know which of the three daughters you enjoy most to this point. Each has their own story to tell. So far, they have each surprised me in a different way. Who knew Kiera was going to like having her brains fucked out? I also didn't know Ava was going to discover her butt in the shower until it happened. Sweet little Ariana had some interesting struggles. Solved by a post-it note on her chest? Well done, ladies. You got this!

Fans, critics and trolls are all encouraged to comment. Your comments mean a lot to me.

☙ Randy Lector ❧