Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

[Cereus]

Antony Corelli was home alone, the house silent other than the slow metronomic tick of the clock above the mantle. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, a Tuesday, oddly enough. Last day of school, he reminded himself. They'd have to move again shortly, this time with the excuse of being near the college campus Diana would be attending in the fall. He closed his eyes tightly, nostrils flaring, inhaling deeply. Even before he heard her graceful steps on the stone walkway up to the house, she inadvertently advertised her presence. She was home. Again. His only daughter, Diana, newly 18, on what was her last day of high school.

Gradually, over the past several months, and completely unaware of it, Diana had been changing. Nothing immediately visible, not to her, and not to anyone that knew her, except her father. She'd matured, and her scent stung him, burned him, called to him, and he struggled against it's heady lure, turning his face away from the pretty girl, and stifling a choking, snarling cough as she swung the front door open, dropping her book bag with a thump onto the floor, and kicking the door shut behind her. He didn't know if she'd realized it, but over that last few months, he'd kept as much physical distance between himself and his daughter as the house allowed. Sitting in the leather bound chair in the far corner of the living room, avoiding her in the hallway, or kitchen, struggling desperately to silence the feral growls that rumbled from deep within his chest when she was near him.

Like Antony, Diana was a werewolf, one that had never transformed, and wouldn't until she'd been mated by another of her kind, several times...both in his human form, and werewolf. Only then would she ever realize her true potential, and become, for the first time what she truly was. Had her mother, his wife, still been alive...his mental train of thought stopped for a moment as the familiar stab of grief found it's way into his vitals, and paralyzed him...had she still lived, she could have controlled Antony, offering herself to him, inviting him to spend the raging lust that boiled inside him on her willing body, and together they would have explained to Diana....told her the truth, showed her, by transforming in front of her. Together they would have searched for, and introduced her to potential mates of her own kind.

It was not to be. Eris...his beautiful Eris was gone. Dead in an unfortunate accident that had forced Antony to take his daughter, and flee. Together they'd lived as quietly, and normally as was possible. He kept her true identity from her, as she grew from a young girl, through junior high, then high school, watching with trepidation as she bloomed into the lovely young woman she had become. A young woman with a secret that couldn't remain hidden for much longer. She was in heat, as was normal with her kind, her body ready for her mate, advertising for suitable males to come find her, take her, and allow her at last to transform. He knew she didn't feel well...he could see it in her face, and as the moon waxed toward full, which would occur in another two nights, she'd become snappish, impatient, hungering for something she couldn't quite identify.

Antony and Diana were alone though. He knew of no other werewolves, and had largely given up searching for the tell-tale signs of their presence. There was only him...and the beast within his breast would not be denied much longer. There was no other of her kind to mate her but him. Antony was a large man, six foot three, and 230 pounds. Possessed of thick, powerful arms, a broad muscular chest, and even thicker, stronger legs. Hazel eyes, much like Diana's, and long slate gray hair, tied at the back of his neck in a simple tail. Disguising, as best he could, the fact this his hair grew down the center of his back, nearly to his ass. For that reason, he never went shirtless, not at home around Diana, and certainly not in public.

That would have to change, and soon. He could no more deny his need for Diana, than he could deny his need to breathe. With school over for the year, it could be done properly. He could explain...he could show her. Then he would mate her, and she would at last begin to feel it. "Diana", he called out, an odd, husky quality to his voice, "Do you have plans tonight?"

 

[Cereus]

His daughter's scent swirled around him, teasing the beast within, tempting him, urging him....he felt the subtle shift of bones down the center of his back...and knew he was close, so very close to losing all control, his eyes were probably changing too, shifting from their normal hazel, to the orange gold of his animal form. He turned away from her, struggling to prevent himself from openly panting, tasting, as well as smelling the seductive scent of the ripe she-wolf in front of him. A scent undetectable to any other animal on the face of the Earth, save his own kind. He covered his momentary pause, and hid his face by pretending to rummage through the magazines at the side of his chair, until he regained control of himself.

Visibly shaken, but maintaining control, for the time being, he looked back up at Diana. He wanted to howl. He wanted to bare his teeth. He wanted to stalk her, chase her, force her to ground, and take her, spill his seed in her youthful body. That desire felt good, it felt bad. She was his daughter, the fruit of love, and lust with her dead mother. He just couldn't help himself against the heady scent his daughter's body gave off, and absent a suitable mate of her own kind, there was only him, and the beast rattling it's cage within, eager to be freed, eager to reach, and claw, and bite, and mate. And it would not be denied.

Antony took a shuddering deep breath, and forced himself to look Diana in the eye. "There are a few things I need to discuss with you...after you're settled". Lately, Diana's normal routine upon arriving home from school was to shower, change into comfortable clothes, and hide in her room....occasionally making brief appearances throughout the evening to raid the fridge. He knew what her body craved, and lately he'd been stocking the house with foods she required. Lean, blood-rare roast beef from the deli. Smoked turkey. Steaks, chops, and burger. He never commented on her eating habits, and suspected she was probably ashamed to admit them to her close circle of friends....all of whom practiced an almost meat free, low fat lifestyle...lots of fresh, leafy greens....the thought of which nearly made him gag, and such 'food' likely made Diana gag as well.

"I'll be downstairs...it's cooler there", he said, standing unsteadily...then growled, low, feral, deep within his chest, his eyes flicking toward Diana, fixing her with a predatory stare, as the gray fur down the center of his back raised aggressively. He bent over immediately, pretending to cough....cursing himself silently, "Fuck, fuck fuck! Get a hold of yourself!". He stood upright, "Damn summer colds", he said, rather lamely, trying to cover the brief display of what he really was. "They always get me", he added, stretching, reaching up for ceiling, an odd rippling pop tracing down the center of his back.

Diana gave him a rather alarmed look...of concern, Antony hoped, and with a nervous glance at him said, "Ok...yeah Dad. Give me half an hour?" Antony nodded, silently, then with a wave of one hand to his daughter, made his ways downstairs to wait....

 

[Cereus]

Antony waited until he heard the shower before moving from his chair. His preternaturally sharp hearing, something else he hid from his lovely daughter, meant she had very few secrets, and her habit of masturbating in the shower, the frequency of which had increased over the last few months, was well known to him. Lately, he'd been doing the same thing. With Diana busy, he prepared. First, locking the house up...it wouldn't do for unexpected guests to show up, and witness a very pretty, and naked Diana on hands and knees being mounted by a large gray wolf....something he knew without a doubt would soon happen. He drew the drapes, closed all the blinds, then headed for his own bedroom, and quickly stripped, and dressed in thin loose fitting pajama pants, and a t-shirt, before heading downstairs to wait for Diana.

She was punctual, as always, smelling fresh, and clean from her shower...though the particular scent that indicated Diana was in heat still clung to her. It was not something that could be washed off in a shower. The familiar edge in her voice was present when she asked him what was going on. Antony remained silent until Diana had situated herself on the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her bottom, and crossing her arms under her breasts. "First", he said, turning and shutting the door. Then locking it. "Let me finish without interruption. I'll answer all your questions afterward". He took a seat on the recliner, facing his daughter, and struggling to put his daughter's scent out of his mind...if only for a few more minutes.

He'd asked himself dozens of times how to break the news to Diana, and had finally decided that the best way was just to come right out, and say it. She wouldn't believe it, of course, and would think her father had gone completely, certifiably crazy....a notion he would disabuse her of when he transformed in front of her. "There are things your mother and I never told you", he started, "For your, and our protection". He paused for a moment, passing his hand over his face before continuing. "Your mother was, I am, and you are....werewolves". Diana remained silent...at least for the moment, possibly waiting for the punch line. "More, you are now mature yourself, and ready to transform", he continued, "and you've gone into heat for the first time. The ramifications of which I will explain shortly".

He stood, his daughters eyes following him. This was the hard part...the constant scent of his daughter's readiness to be mated kept Antony in a state of semi arousal, something he had absolutely no control over, and something he couldn't hide from Diana when he undressed. "Don't move, Diana", he warned his daughter, as he walked into the center of the room. He turned, facing her, and stripped the t-shirt off his body, and dropped it on the floor behind him. Then, taking a deep breath, slipped his pajama pants off his legs, and stepped out of them. He stood for a moment, naked in front of Diana....his state of arousal painfully obvious. As a general rule, male werewolves were well endowed anyway, and Antony was no exception. His cock was thick, heavy, and hung in a curve from his body, partially erect, and if he stood there for much longer, he'd be fully erect, and would almost certainly panic his daughter, and send her fleeing.

Before that could happen, he transformed. In a werewolf of his maturity, the process was rapid, taking all of two seconds. As always, it started with his spine, the vertebra shifting, changing shape, forcing him to bend over. His eyes...turning the usual bright orange gold he was known for, (he often wondered what Diana's eyes would look like when she transformed...his, or her mothers, a brilliant shade of green), irises expanding, legs, and arms changing, his hands shifting into thick, broad paws, tipped with scimitar curved ebon claws, fur sprouting, covering his body in a thick pelt of slate gray. He stood in front of her, on all fours, panting, tongue lolling out between wicked looking fangs, tasting his daughter's ready scent on the air, growling softly, and fixing the teen with a feral gaze.

 

[Cereus]

He studied the girl intently, watching her reaction, and after a few seconds, which did not result in Diana screaming, and attempting to flee the room, he padded slowly back and forth in front of his daughter, turning this way and that, letting her examine the beast he'd become from her perch on the sofa. He looked much larger, but in reality, it was the addition of his thick coat of fur that provided for that illusion. He weighed no more than he did as a man, though rearing up on his hind legs, his clawed forepaws hanging at his side, he was close to three inches taller. He was also, he belatedly realized, fully erect....his wolf like cock unsheathed, almost blood red, and jutting luridly up along his abdomen. He hurriedly dropped back onto all fours, not wanting to frighten Diana with what she might have begun to realize on her own. She was a smart girl, after all, inheriting her keen intelligence from both her mother, and father.

He shook his heavy, shaggy head at her question. Some werewolves were able to speak, and quite clearly in wolf form. Antony wasn't one of them, though Diana's mother was...a trait he hoped Diana inherited from her. He'd find out in two more days, at the full of the moon. He gave his daughter another minute to examine him...all the while imprinting his own unique scent on her brain, and forcing her body to prepare for her first mating, something he could detect through her evolving scent, and when he judged she was ready, he turned away from her, heaving himself up on his hind legs, and transformed back into the man she knew as her father.

He kept his back to her, while he scooped up his pajama pants, and slipped them back on, before dropping quickly back into his seat. "How, Diana, is what I need to explain to you", he said simply, with a shrug. It just wasn't that simple, and how to explain to his daughter that she would have to lie with her father, in both human, and wolf form multiple times before the moon was full, was something he decided to approach in stages. He explained to her about their kind, their need for secrecy, and their relative scarcity. "In fact", he added, "There are no others of our kind anywhere near us. Were there, males would have already sought you out" He kept his eyes on hers as he continued, "At first, Diana, transforming is not something you'll have any control over...your cycle will be governed by the moon".

He swallowed hard...her scent, so alluring, so much stronger, was making it difficult for him to maintain his train of thought. He pressed on, gradually broaching the final shocking subject of the evening. "Until you've mated with another male werewolf, Diana, you won't transform" He paused gesturing toward his daughter, "I know you don't feel well, and until that happens, you'll feel progressively worse" He could see it in her face that she was beginning to realize what he was suggesting. "I waited as long as I could, hoping I was wrong about there being no others of our kind near here....hoping that another male would pick up your scent, and seek you out".

He shook his head slowly, "That hasn't happened. I would have known another male was in the area. And now, we can't wait anymore. You can't wait anymore. You'll become seriously ill if you try to put this off. You're in heat now, the moon is growing. You need to be mated". Antony leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm the only male around Diana. It has to be me. It has to be soon".

 

[Cereus]

Antony remained quiet, his face expressionless as Diana exploded at him, then turned, and stormed out of the room. In truth, it had gone rather well. He listened to her moving about the house, then into her room, slamming her door behind her. He gazed around the basement...little did Diana know at the time, but he'd built it specifically for her. She'd need a safe place, when she first began transforming, and the basement was windowless, with a single door...a door Diana, in wolf form, would not be able to open. He would take no chances with his daughter, and committed himself years ago to preventing an accident similar to the one that took her mother's life from taking her.

He wasn't too worried about her coming around. He'd already planted that seed, by imprinting his scent on her. A male, adult werewolf, and her body knew what it needed....even her room, usually kept so tidy, but lately a tangled mess of clothes, blankets, and scattered pillows was a sign of subconscious nesting behavior. She was very nearly a full adult she-wolf, and the beast within her would get what it needed. He shrugged, and left the basement, mildly surprised that it was already growing dark outside...which suited his mood. He rummaged through the refrigerator, though found nothing to suit is immediate tastes, and selected a can of beer instead of a snack, and let himself out on the back porch.

Shirtless, for once, settling into one of the two lawn recliners, and opening his beer. The moon was rising...he could feel it's familiar tug, something Diana would be feeling too, assuming she wasn't already staring at it from her bedroom window. The evening was going to be cool, a welcome change from the last week and a half of stifling, humid weather. He took a sip, deciding at once that it wasn't what he wanted either, and sat to the side, and sat quietly, letting his senses expand, listening to the sounds of suburban landscape as night descended. Listening to the sounds of his daughter in her room, moving restlessly, no doubt confused...and still pissed off at her father.

He gave her an hour, until the moon, so nearly full, was riding high in the sky, thin dark clouds sliding silently across it's luminous face. With a sigh, he stood....outside he was free from his daughter's overwhelming scent, and for a brief period, was free of the gnawing hunger to mount her. That changed as he slid the patio door open...if anything, her scent was even stronger, and the growl that rumbled up from his chest echoed hollowly through their silent house. He dumped his nearly untouched beer down the sink, and dropped the empty can into the recycling bin, then steeling himself, padded barefoot down the hallway to Diana's room, and tapped lightly on her door.

 

[Cereus]

It had been difficult enough just to walk down the hallway to Diana's room, the scent of her body, ripe, and ready, had definitely grown stronger, advertising her readiness for a mate, even though it was not something she consciously realized. It was obvious to Antony, even before he raised his hand to rap lightly against her darkened door that she had responded to his own scent, and the pheromones that her body produced in response would force him to remain close...very close to his daughter. He couldn't at that point, even if he'd wanted to, leave her side. The flip side of that coin....the beast that rumbled and growled from deep within his chest, wouldn't allow Diana to leave his side either.

It didn't matter to him that Diana was his daughter. She was a she-wolf in heat, and Antony responded. He was as much a prisoner of biology as was she, and the taboo's that humans clung too would not prevent him from mating with the lovely young bitch, nor would they prevent Diana from offering herself to her father. Humans, in Antony's opinion, the dominant species on the planet, offered his species advantages by hiding openly within their society. He held a job. He'd attended college, (he had many degrees....the first he'd earned just before the outbreak of the U.S. civil war), he provided for his family. But he was not human, and avoided, (mostly), preying on them to protect the secrecy of his existence.

All those old black and white movies, creepy stories, about full moons, and garlic....or silver.... or whatever substance drove off werewolves, had a kernel of truth at their core. Silver was mildly irritating against the skin, (though internally...like a silver bullet...could prove fatal in rare cases), but was otherwise at most, a nuisance. The moon's phases guided the transformation of newly adult werewolves, when they were most dangerous to their host species....hence the basement he'd built for Diana. But to a fully mature werewolf, who could transform at will, day or night, and was practically immune to most of what humans might marshal against him, demonstrated both a weakness on their part, and a strength on the part of his own kind.

His real name wasn't even Antony Corelli. That was a name he'd taken from a bridge worker that had died in an industrial accident in Manhattan in 1916. His birth name was Canopus, that much he did know...which led him to believe that he'd originated from somewhere south of the equator, and other than that, the exact date, and place of his own birth was a mystery to him. Werewolves didn't dwell on such things, and in time, Diana too would forget the circumstances of her early life.

But for now....she was in heat, and he would have her. Daughter or not, her body called to him, and as she opened her door...with a look on her pretty face that suggested she was on the verge of telling him off yet again, he knew she was aroused. He could smell it on her, and see...her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top, her face flushed, and even the loose fitting black shorts she wore, pantiless, were wet. He was staring at the birth of an alpha she-wolf, and was unable to do more than that, until she made the first move...slipping one arm around his waist, the other reaching up around his neck, pulling him down, as she stood on the tips of her toes, pressing her parted lips against his, molding her nubile body against his in a most un-daughterly like way.

Enveloped in her scent, her body pressed against his, and struggle as he might against it, he felt the familiar shift of his vertebrae, as he hungrily met her offered kiss...exploring her parted lips with his tongue, tasting her, for the first time, his thick muscular arms enfolding her, his hands exploring, down the sinuous curves of her back, and over the round firm swell of her bottom, squeezing, spreading, low whimpered growls boiling up from within the depths of his chest. Without even having to bend over, he scooped Diana up in his arms, never breaking his kiss with her, teasing the tip of his tongue in hungry wet circles around her own, and as his eyes changed, turning a dusky orange gold, carried his wolf-bride toward the living room.

 

[Cereus]

The touch of her nascent fangs down his neck, then biting against his shoulder, urging him wordlessly on...Diana's canine's had grown...and while nowhere near the four inch fangs Antony sported while in wolf form, they demonstrated just how close she was to transforming. Supporting his daughter's body with one powerful arm, and feeling the soft feral growl purring from her chest against his own, he dipped his free hand beneath her shorts, cupping the smooth bare flesh of her trim shapely ass, something he would have never dared to imagine him doing just a few short months ago.

At home, Diana had always dressed for comfort, preferring loose fitting shorts, and tops, usually without panties or bra, something Antony never commented on...she had a right to be comfortable in her own home. The bounce of her youthful breasts, the jiggle of her pantyless ass never drew his attention, or comment. Until she'd gone into heat. Until the musky scent of a she-wolf in need of a mate perfumed the air around her, he never viewed her as anything more than his child. That had all changed, and try as he did to ignore it, he found his eyes drawn to Diana's body each and every time she passed in front of him.


She responded to the only male werewolf near by. And then...she was in his arms, the taste, and feel of her tongue fresh in his own mouth, her bared ass cradled in one large paw/hand, her growing canines biting into the flesh of his shoulder...so demanding....the lupine growl bubbling from within her chest reverberating with his own answered growl. He laid her down in the rectangular spill of moonlight that flooded through the back patio door...the sting of that pale light burning against his flesh. Her shorts were pulled down, exposing flesh that he never knew Diana shaved so thoroughly, the bare split of her sex...wet, and perfumed, so very ready. The triple flash of lightning, followed immediately by the house shaking crash of thunder announced the arrival of a summer storm just as Antony transformed.

He covered his bride, paws splayed out, mouth open, panting eagerly, long bushy tail sweeping against the ground, and ivory-black claws digging furrows in the hard wood flooring on either side of Diana. He shook his massive head, tongue lolling out, before shoving his snout between Diana's partially spread legs, and licking eagerly at the taste of her flesh, his long hot tongue dragging up between her legs, between the engorged lips of her pussy, a soft keening whimper spilling from him. He nudged at her, lifting his head, and snapping his jaws shut a fraction of an inch from her vulnerable flesh. He couldn't speak...but he would get his daughter into position using non verbal communications older than the human race. Antony thrust his snout between Diana's legs again, inhaling, snuffling, and panting, his tongue licking out to taste her.

He grasped her waist, and rolled Diana over, pausing long enough to tear her shorts from her legs, the tattered remains joining his own torn pajama pants on the floor. Glossy black claws rasping against her flesh, he lifted Diana to her knees, and pulled the growling female to him. That was the extent of his foreplay, (at least in werewolf form)...it was much more important that he made Diana his mate, and with his thick red wolf's cock unsheathed, and ready, growling, fangs bared, took his daughter's virginity. The slight resistance, as he curled his hips forward, driving the thick length of his cock into her body, tearing her hymen, and in the space of a single thundering beat of his heart, Diana was his. Even if there were other male werewolves in the area, they would steer clear of Antony's daughter, his own scent indelibly mingled with hers.

 

[Cereus]

Brilliant clear emerald green. Antony was pleased....Diana had her mother's eyes, and as he ached for his lost mate, he made her daughter his own. He held her still, black claws digging into her flesh, as he felt her body gradually accommodate his thick, fleshy cock, and with eyes cast down, staring at the spread cheeks of Diana's ass, at the stain of virginal scarlet coloring the swollen lips of her pussy, he began slowly fucking his daughter. Almost as if once removed, observing his action's through another's eyes, growling at the pretty young bitch, holding her still with heavy paws, as her hands scrabbled across the hard wood flooring, shoving her shapely ass back against Antony, even though it had to hurt her...the she wolf hidden inside the lovely young woman insisted on her own birth. Antony obliged her...eagerly, falling forward to brace him self on his front paws, and gently taking the back of Diana's neck between his massive jaws, thrusting his hips forward to drive himself deeper into her willing body.

He was well aware that he risked getting his own daughter pregnant, and if that eventuality happened, he would stay with her....truly her mate, as her belly swelled with her unborn pup, and her breasts grew heavy with milk. There would be no hospitals, or doctors, and no need for them. When her time came, Diana would retreat into her den, her nest, and there without need of retinue of doctors, nurses, technicians, and machines in attendance quietly give birth to her first child. It wasn't at all guaranteed she would even allow Antony in the room with her. And after that first....A question Antony had asked himself many times....what then? The wolf in him didn't care, he would remain mated to Diana, giving her pups as often as his Daughter went into heat, and as often as his seed took root in Diana's fertile womb. An adult male werewolf did not walk away from a female he'd mated. It just did not happen...and as long as he provided for Diana, kept her in pup, and drove off any other males that made an appearance, she would remain with him.

Her own growls grew more feral, deeper, as she pushed her ass back hungrily against her fathers thighs, filled by him, as he stroked the thick red length of his wolf's cock into her body, growling with each heavy muscular thrust, feeling the tips of his four inch fangs scraping lightly against Diana's neck. This first time happened fast, and was over fast, his growls, growing in volume, his panting breath hot against Diana's flesh, whipping his shaggy thighs forward against the smooth soft flesh of her bottom, and with a coughing bark, shuddered as he buried his cock deep in Diana's pussy, heavy muscular contractions jetting thick ropey strands of his cum inside her body. He held himself, and Diana still for the space of another half a minute, panting loudly, before easing his jaws open, and releasing Diana's neck. He rocked back, pulling Diana with him, keeping his cock buried in his daughter's pussy, and transformed. Paws were again hands, orange gold eyes were again hazel, and he was the man Diana had grown up with once again. I did wonder idly whether Diana felt him change inside her. A question he planned on asking her, in time. He slid his hands down her back, to her hips, pulling her ass against him, still inside her, unwilling to release the lovely bitch just yet.

He studied his daughter, eyes still green, lovely soft growls spilling from her throat, and her canines had indeed grown, perhaps as much as half an inch. He felt her shift against him, lifting up on her arms, and turning to look back at him. He smiled, for the first time in a long while, sliding his hands up her back, and beneath her thin tank top....he'd been to intently focused on just mating with her to bother stripping the pretty young woman. Now he wanted her naked, as exposed as he was, and he pushed her tank top up, feeling the fabric stretch over her breasts, and freeing them, if not to his gaze, certainly his touch. He reached beneath Diana's body, cupping her breasts....firm, and youthful, in his large hands, feeling her nipples, still very much erect, pressing against his palms. "You understand now, Diana", he said simply, "and you know now what you really are". He leaned back, resting his ass on his heels, pulling Diana up with him, hands still comfortably cupping her full breasts. "When you get up, daughter of mine, look in the mirror". Her eyes would remain their brilliant green for hours yet, likely until dawn.

With Diana straddling her father's muscular thighs, his cock still hard, still filling her, he slid one hand down her abdomen, and between her parted thighs, to trace his fingers around the base of this thick cock where it disappeared into Diana's no longer virginal pussy. He leaned forward to kiss the top of Diana's shoulder. He was hungry...famished, and Diana would be too. Eat, shower, then likely mate with her again, this time as a man, this time taking the time to do it properly, relaxed, explore her body thoroughly, and allow her to do the same. "Let's eat", he suggested, lifting Diana to her feet, feeling, with a sense of loss, as his cock slid from her body, a trickle of his thick white cum following it.

 

[Cereus]

After Diana had left for the bathroom, looking confused, and unsure of....everything, Antony placed a couple thick burgers in the broiler, and while they cooked, ran upstairs, and quickly rinsed off in the shower. He'd done it, made his own daughter his mate. He stared in the mirror at his reflection. Other than his gray hair, which he'd always had, he did not look like he was older than 30, and with a teenage daughter, the gray hair helped him look the proper age. His teenage daughter. His mind drifted back to Diana as he quickly toweled off, and walked back downstairs, never pausing to consider fresh clothes. He'd just destroy them again. They would have to move soon, something he'd been planning for anyway, so they'd be closer to the college Diana would be attending. Though, if she were pregnant, she might have to put college off until the following year. That also meant that if she were pregnant, they wouldn't have to move right away either. He decided to play that one out by ear, waiting first to see if Diana was with pup.

The burgers were about ready, almost raw in the centers, and he prepared two plates, and was just sitting down to his when Diana walked into the kitchen. Still nude, he was pleased to see, and seemingly unconcerned by appearing so. She also didn't display any outwardly visible signs of shock or surprise at finding Antony equally nude, and still semi aroused, and flying at half mast, where he would remain as long as his daughter was in heat. Antony sat, letting his eyes briefly wander over Diana's body, stifling a soft growl from purring up from within his chest at her scent, her state of undress, and her proximity. He needed to focus....he knew Diana would have questions, and he needed to provide her answers. She didn't disappoint. Even before she sat down to her own plate she asked him one of the questions he knew she would want answers for. He chewed and swallowed, savoring the blood rare flavor of his burger, then sat it down, and wiped hands and mouth with a napkin before answering her.

"If another male....I would drive him off", he said with a shrug. Werewolves didn't scar, they healed completely from any injury that wasn't fatal...but if they did, Antony's body would have been decorated with scars from battles with other males that had come sniffing around intent on poaching from his exclusive domain. The thought of another male mounting his mate....his eyes flashed orange at the thought, and a growl did escape his throat then. The tips of his fingers itched for curved black claws, and the familiar pressure within his jaws...fangs eager to sprout, threatened to drive him off topic. He swallowed through it, suppressing the need to transform, and continued, "If another female, in most cases, you would drive her off".

In most cases. He saw how that affected Diana, her face taking on a rather sour, and dark appearance. He explained to her that in some cases an Alpha female, he reached over to gently touch Diana's bare shoulder, would allow another female in her home. It was an evolutionary adaptation that provided for mateless females that had young offspring to care for, and provided a second pair of milk-heavy breasts for the feeding of same. If it were to happen, he continued after taking another bite of his burger, when the female went into heat, Antony would be driven to mate with her. If he put her with pup, she would remain indefinitely. If their unions remained childless, the female would eventually find a male of her own. "I would not be capable of driving a female off, Diana", he said as gently as possible, "It is not in our nature to do so. A male werewolf will not fight a female".

He caught the slight twinge in his daughter's voice as she asked the question, and understood why she was asking that particular question. "It depends entirely on you, Diana. Another female will not attempt to drive you off....because I would follow you, not her, and she would end up with nothing for her trouble". He stared down at his plate for a moment...surprisingly empty, and pushed it away from him. "I have absolutely no say in what you would do under those circumstances. It's the way we are".

 

[Cereus]

"It doesn't really hurt", he said, and unable to resist being close to his new mate, slid his chair next to hers, and slowly stroked the tips of his fingers against the back of Diana's neck. "It will feel odd", he continued...noticing for the first time a thin line of very soft, and fine darker, sable fur extending down the center of his daughter's back, which would vanish again when her eyes returned to their normal hazel color, "and the first few times will take several minutes. I'll be there with you when it happens" He let her questions flow, answering each honestly, and frankly, while teasing his fingers over her warm bare flesh, basking in her scent, and her closeness.

"You will go into heat anywhere from once a month, to once a year. It varies from female to female, and there's no way to predict". There were other issues, of course. Like humans, werewolves too engaged in recreational sex...., in all the same various forms as did their human hosts, it was a way for mated pairs to remain close, reinforcing existing bonds between male and female outside her fertile cycle. He explained that to her, adding as an afterthought, "Unless you're in heat though, you can't get pregnant". It was while she was in heat that she'd be driven to seek out the touch of her mate, punctuating her insistence with claw and tooth as needed.

"There's more. While you're in heat, you pose a significant risk to humans, even those you consider your friends". He leaned over to kiss the top of Diana's bared shoulder, unable to resist the feel of her flesh against his lips. "As do I. I'm taking two weeks vacation, starting today, and I suggest...strongly....that we keep contact with humans to an absolute minimum until you're no longer in heat". Their very existence depended on secrecy, and an unfortunate accident, by either of them, would put their very lives at risk. "Remember, Diana, my mate. You are a predator. You look human, because we evolved to prey on them".

Unable to keep his hands off his daughter any longer, he slid his chair back from the table, and pulled Diana onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her naked body, allowing his hands to slowly, idly, explore her. Her next question came almost immediately...how old was he? "I was born in 1837", he said, "24 years prior to the outbreak of the civil war. Which I fought in. For the North". There was certainly no reason to hide the fact of their longevity from her...and she too would be extraordinarily long lived...seemingly to stop aging at around 25, where she would remain for the duration of her life. How long that would be he couldn't say. Werewolves did not have a life expectancy governed by age.

He slid one hand to her breast, cupping that delightful orb of female flesh in his large hand, then slowly teasing the tips of his fingers across her nipple, taking quite a bit of pleasure from feeling it tighten, and come erect under his touch. "As you might now suspect, Diana, you have some brothers and sisters", he continued, "Eight brothers, six sisters. They're all grown, and on their own of course. And no, we don't keep in contact....for reasons of safety". He turned Diana to face him, lifting one leg over his thighs so that she straddled her father. "It's our way, Diana. Otherwise an accident by one could lead to the rest of us". He leaned forward to kiss her, cupping her trim bare ass in his hands, and brushing his lips across hers, fresh throaty growls spilling up from his chest.

 

[Cereus]

!

He met her kiss, when she returned it, as eagerly as she did, hungry for the feel of her tongue against his. His hands were on her bottom, the tips of his fingers dragging slowly up and down between the spread crack of Diana's ass, still very much exploring his daughter's body. Touching lightly, then pressing, completely unashamed, a lack of shame he was convinced Diana shared, as she growled her approval, squirming so deliciously against him, arching her back, and pressing the swollen split lips of her perfumed sex against the solid shaft of Antony's cock, sandwiched hot, and hard between their bodies. "Not here", he whispered, his voice thick, and husky, orange gold eyes fixed on hers, so brilliant green and bright. He was struck by how beautiful his daughter was...the wolfess within so close to the surface, nascent fangs just peeking from between her parted lips, eyes so amazingly green, the scent of her, a she wolf fully in heat, and eager not just for any male, but for him! These were not the emotions of a doting father, but from a male, her mate, that devoted himself entirely to her. It almost hurt to look at her

He stood, cradling Diana in his arms, possessively wrapping his arms around her, answering each of her soft, purring growls with one of his own, and kicking the chair they were seated on impatiently out of the way, sending it sliding across the floor to crash against the sink cabinet. He carried her upstairs, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist....her grip on him, as possessive of him as he was of her. It was in part why the pair represented such a threat to their unknowing human hosts...another male...even a human, expressing any interest in Diana would have raised Antony's hackles, sending him into a rage. Likewise, human females, like some of Diana's friends, who's gaze he'd felt more than once, would have driven his daughter into a possessive frenzy. As predators, they were violently defensive against any that coveted theirs.

Antony recognized this, and planned for it. Diana still depended on her father's years of experience in dealing with these non-threats.....he had little interest in human females...though in times past, he'd mounted a few, and likewise, Diana would never have felt attracted to human males, outside of innocent teenage fun, (she hadn't...he knew he was her first). But in their shared current state, neither would allow others of the opposite sex to openly admire, or actively court, the other, even if they were only human. Diana's mother, Eris, had been the same way, and that was what ultimately led to the 'accident' that claimed her life, and drove Antony into exile with his young daughter. Diana didn't even know the circumstances surrounding her mother's untimely death, and until pressed, Antony would never volunteer that information. He held those memories close, only allowing them out late at night, when it was safe to grieve for his lost mate....always blaming himself for her loss. His Eris!

Such thoughts...he shook them out of his head with an annoyed growl. Eris would have approved of what Antony was doing. She was as devoted to her offspring as Antony, and would have recognized the dire situation that forced Antony to make his daughter his mate. His daughter...that he would protect from making the same mistake as her mother. He huffed out a deep throaty growl, driving those thoughts from his mind. Diana was his mate, and to her he belonged, and to her he owed his attentions. Up the stairs, and down the hall...passing Diana's room....to an outsider a jumbled mess of scattered clothes, pillows, and blankets...but to Antony, an organized, and safe den in which a she wolf might bring forth her pup.

And at last, to his room. He kneed the door open, and turning slightly to accommodate his lovely burden, slipped inside.

 

[Cereus]

He shook it off, that momentary stab of pain that ripped through him, and focused on Diana, in his arms, so lovingly marking him as her own..an act so very important to mating. He would wear the marks of her teeth and mouth proudly, knowing that by giving them to him, she made herself his. Diana was his mate...something he reminded himself of, feeling her clutch tightly against him as he carried her into his room, and laid her down on his bed. As those marks healed, and faded, she would be welcome to renew them. He wanted nothing more than to be her mate, and while he wouldn't break her skin in response, his scent would stain her, and others would know...she was mated. His drapes he closed earlier, plunging his comfortable bedroom in darkness, and before joining his daughter on his....their...bed, he wanted to feel the touch of moonlight on his exposed body. He pulled the drapes open, bathing the room in wan moonlight, illuminating the she wolf on his bed, legs still spread, arms out at her side, glittering green eyes fixed so intently on him.

He whispered her name, softly, with a growl as he crawled on to the sprawling bed to join her, "Diana....", ducking his head to plant licking kisses against her exposed flesh, her tummy, then breast, taking her nipple between his lips to suck, roll his tongue over it's tight, and crinkled surface, allowing his fangs to drag over that sensitive female button. If he did indeed manage to put Diana with child, her breasts would soon swell with warm milk, which as her mate, he would be expected to suckle from her....the thought of which forced a warm rumbling growl from his chest. The way she'd leaned up, bracing herself on her elbows, biting at her lower lip...one nascent female fang gleaming in the moonlight inflamed his desire for her...and specifically to explore the one brief taste of his daughter he'd enjoyed previously. Her scent, intoxicating, her taste even more so, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to bury his face between her legs, growling, snuffling, and licking.

He slid down her body, tongue, and teeth in constant contact with her body, placing his hands beneath her knees, and lifting, spreading her shapely legs wide, as he rose above her, pressing her knees down on either side of her body, and fixing her with a brief smile, descended, rubbing his cheek against the split lips of Diana's pussy, letting her scent envelope him, his strong hands keeping her legs spread wide. Each of his growls were answered by Diana, who squirmed impatiently, against the strength of her Father, keeping her pinned, as he dipped his tongue between her silken lips, the taste of his daughter's pussy delicious, heady. He traced the tip of his tongue up, orally exploring her, grunting, and growling, finding the blood engorged bud of her clit just beneath it's hood, and focusing his attention there for a long, leisurely moment, swirling the tip of his tongue over that sensitive nub of flesh. As a werewolf, he was very much in tune with his senses....smell and taste both being very important, and he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from going down on his wolfess daughter, even if he'd wanted too.

She was wet, ready, and Antony hungrily licked at the moisture she produced, lower, licking the tip of his tongue into the opening of her pussy, then lower still, lapping greedily at the tight pucker of Diana's asshole, teasing wet circular licks around it's knotted surface. Lifting his head for a moment, he fixed Diana with his orange-gold gaze....he was duplicating her level of change, complete to slightly elongated fangs. He dropped his face again between her shapely thighs to nuzzle, and lick once again at her swollen, ready sex, before releasing her, for the time being, and crawling up between her legs, the thick shaft of his erect cock dragging against the inside of her thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. He grinned down at his daughter, pressing his hips forward, the swollen mushroom head of his cock teasingly at the wet entrance to her body, not quite penetrating her.

 

[Cereus]

As their lips met, he entered his daughter with one smooth curl of his hips, sliding the thick length of his cock into her. He gasped audibly against her lips, feeling her tongue against his own as she tasted herself on them, the soft purring growl of her approval vibrating against his chest. He pushed himself up, bracing himself with his arms, gazing down at her...his own daughter, he reminded himself. He'd struggled with that, not from any sense of putting her with a genetically abnormal child...werewolves were immune to that curse...but from his constant contact with humans. Their taboos, born of necessity on their part, had rubbed off on him.

Even while Diana's scent had blossomed, and his gazes at her youthful body grew hungrier with each passing day, his dreams at night haunted by her naked body beneath his, it had taken an effort on his part to push those feelings of guilt from his mind. He wanted her, and now he had her. She was a werewolf, and entitled to her birthright, and he would give that to her, happily, hungrily, eagerly coupling with the beauty, his Diana, his daughter. His, he reminded himself proudly. He would give her his child, without reservation, love her, and protect her, as only a very proud, and devoted male werewolf could.

There were other things she still did not realize, at least consciously. The closer the wolfess within her came to the surface, the more Antony would adopt a subservient attitude toward her. She would eventually be the defacto leader of their very small pack....it was one of the reasons allowing another female to join them would be entirely up to her. Antony, like all male werewolves was utterly incapable of fighting a female of his own kind. External threats to them...male or female was a different story entirely, which why the mated pair of wolves represented such a danger to humans. While bonding together, if pushed, would live up the scariest stories of werewolves humans whispered to each other.

His eyes gleaming orange gold in the fading moonlight were fixed on his daughter, her eyes, hunger and desire in their green depths, to her body, her breasts, nipples tightly erect, pooled atop her chest, and bouncing delightfully with each of his hungry thrusts against her body. Faster, breaths mingled with the soft growl of a werewolf coupling with his mate, rocking Diana's slight body back as he drove his cock into her, harder, faster, feeling her hands scrabbling claw like over his back, his ass, wordlessly urging him on. Her mouth was open, small fangs gleamed ivory in the fading light, as he consciously held himself back. He'd promised himself, no matter how difficult, he wouldn't simply rut animal like against his mate's willing body, taking his own pleasure, without giving her the same. He wanted her to cum, wanted to see it in her eyes, feel it as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him, clutching at her father as he pushed her over that delicious edge. "Diana...", he growled softly as his lovely daughter, "...tell me when".

 

[Cereus]

He could see it in her daughter's eyes, even without her throaty pronouncement that she was on the verge. Her gaze turned inward, eyes open, but not focused on anything Antony could see. He let himself go, no longer holding back, slamming his hips forward against Diana's spread legs, forcing loud complaining groans and squeaks from the bed's frame, and just as he felt her internal muscles seize tightly around the thick shaft of his cock, he came with her, each shudderingly pleasurable contractions of his own muscles spilling his seed deep in her fertile body. He ground his hips against hers, forcing himself as deeply as possible in her tightly clenching canal...the wolf in him hungry to put the pretty bitch with pup.

He collapsed onto his elbows, careful to support the weight of his body, and not crush his daughter beneath him, relishing the feel of Diana's legs around his waist, holding him close to her, as their shared orgasm gradually passed, leaving them both somewhat breathless. He moved his hips slightly, still so deep in his daughter's body, feeling her internal muscles continue to tighten around her father's thick cock. He leaned forward and kissed her parted lips, and leaning back slightly, smiled down at her. Sated for the moment, he felt his body relaxing, and with a blink, knew his eyes shifted back toward their more usual hazel. It wouldn't be long, he knew, before Diana relaxed enough to shift back to her normal teen age girl self.

He reached to brush a few strands of stray hair from her face, "This is your room too now", he told her, adding as an afterthought, "But don't mess this one up. Keep that your other room". The dim light from the open bedroom window had taken on a soft rosy glow...it was nearly dawn, and the two of them had been up all night, and would soon need sleep...especially Diana. The long night would be much more taxing on her, as the wolfess inside her struggled to free itself. There was more he needed to tell her first, though. Her eyes, fangs, and thin line of silky fur that had formed down the center of her back suggested to him that she was very close to tranforming.

"Tonight Diana....well, this afternoon, we'll have to lock ourselves in the basement, until it's your time", he told her, dipping for another kiss against her full lips. "It's best we approach this with caution, and not take chances". Another kiss...Antony relished the feel of Diana's full lips against his own. "By that, I mean I refuse to take chances with you", he corrected. Her first few transformations, even though governed as they were by the phase of the moon, still allowed for some leeway. She could very well transform a day early...or even a day late....and the exact time of that transformation was not something her father could predict precisely.

Antony rolled to his back, pulling Diana with him, still deep inside her, and unwilling as yet to break that delicious connection with his daughter. With her straddling him, now looking down at Antony, her petite hands on his chest, and his gaze, possessive, on her, he continued. "When it's time, you'll feel it first down the center of your back, and in your jaws....like pressure, like you're biting something hard". He reached up to cup one firm breast in his hand, hefting it's delightful weight. "When it begins, just hold on to me...it will take a few minutes....but when complete, you're going to feel wonderful".

 

[Cereus]

Antony rolled to his side, as Diana slid off him, and as she snuggled against him, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. The wolf within him was also pleased that she did not insist on a shower before sleep....he wanted his scent on her, subconsciously advertising that she was a mated female, one of the only ways he could physically mark her as his. He snuggled with his daughter, growling softly as the touch of her teeth, and lips traced across his neck, and jaw..her soft little teasing bites were nearly drawing blood by then..she was drawing ever closer to transforming, which was something Antony both welcomed, and feared. Diana's bites, and kisses slowed, her body curled tightly against his, and gradually her breathing came even, and steady, her lovely green eyes drooped, then closed, and with a sigh, she fell asleep. Antony stayed awake, cradling Diana in his arms, eyes open, staring at the wall in front of him for several minutes, mentally reviewing the past day's events, his large hands moving slowly over Diana's petite body. Without even consciously realizing it was happening, he drifted off to sleep.

It was the phone that woke him, how many hours later that day he didn't know. Antony yawned, ignoring the phone, and suppressed the urge to stretch as he realized who was curled so delightfully against him. Diana had rolled over at some point, and the two of them were spooned tightly together, Diana's warm, bare bottom pressed tightly against Antony's lap...which did nothing to help the state of semi-arousal he'd been stuck in for so long...her back was against his chest, his right arm used by his lovely mate as her pillow, and his left arm was around her torso, his hand cupping Diana's full breast possessively. The clock was behind him, and he didn't have enough freedom of movement to see it, so he laid there quietly, completely relaxed, savoring the feel of the warm young woman against him, who was apparently drooling on his right forearm. Humans, of course, would have been scandalized...ignoring for the moment that Antony, and his lovely Diana were both werewolves...Eighteen year old girl! Father and daughter! Incest! Humans, he'd learned long, long ago, spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about what their neighbors might be doing, and trying to erect legal barriers to prevent them from doing it.

Increases in human technological abilities, and competence, often used to ferret out that illegal behavior, was making it difficult for werewolves to exist in their human-host societies. It was one reason, Antony was certain, that he'd been unable to find suitable mates for his Diana....the mere thought of other males by then made his hackles rise, and a low rumbling growl erupt from deep within his chest....like Antony, they were in hiding. They all were. Werewolves strived to live 'normal' lives, nothing flashy, nothing that would attract attention, and using Antony as a case study....firmly middle class, decent job, worked Monday through Friday, owned a nice home, daughter in school, voted often, hung a U.S. flag outside his front door every Memorial Day, paid his taxes on time...made him almost invisible. If he was forced to flee, he had another three identities he could fall back on, and unknown as yet to Diana, she had two of her own, along with suitable amounts of wealth to ease that transition, should it come to pass. It wasn't a subject Antony liked dwelling on, but it was important, and he would have to soon discuss it with Diana.

Light from the afternoon sun slanted through his...their....bedroom window, and after a minute of mental arithmetic, Antony decided that it was about three in the afternoon. They'd slept for close to ten hours...more than enough for him, and just enough for the nascent wolfess he held possessively in his arms. They would need to eat....Diana more so than Antony....in her current state, she could burn through 20,000 calories a day just watching tv....and it did not fill Antony with warm fuzzy thoughts to think about Diana hungry, and with nothing immediately available to sate that hunger. He attempted to gently extricate himself, trying unsuccessfully not to wake his beautiful mate. He should have known better. Werewolves could go from deep sleep, to fully awake in the blink of an eye, and Diana was no exception. As he tried to slide his arm out from beneath her, her eyes winked open...hazel for the time being...and she turned her face to him. Antony greedily seized on the opportunity presented to him, and kissed his daughter on her parted lips. "Time to eat, kitten", he said...using his pet name for her from years, and years ago"

 

[Cereus]

Piles of eggs, and hashed brown potatoes, and bacon, and sausage...a feast that would have put a cardiologist into immediate cardiac arrest just by seeing it awaited her. Antony was a competent cook, and he knew what his daughter required, and as he stirred, mixed, or flipped...depending on the contents of each pan, his mind was on Diana, who he could hear upstairs in her room rummaging around. In just 24 hours, she'd gone from being a normal teenage girl, living a normal teenage girl's life, to a she wolf...mated, to her father no less...and she'd handled those changes to her life with remarkable ease, without complaint, and eagerly pursuing her own impending birth. Over the last several months...her final year of high school...she'd attended sleep-overs at her friends houses, and had hosted a number of her own. Antony always obliged her...ensuring that the fridge was stocked, and that he stayed out of their way...usually hiding out in the basement, or his room. Some of her friends were definitely flirty...honing emerging social skills on the safe target that Antony represented. He never responded to their fumbling attempts to attract his attention, of course.

But there was one girl...Sarah....that seemed determined to seduce him. Diana had her over a couple times, and without fail, she would eventually end up wearing nothing more than one of Antony's t-shirts, and a pair of panties. He couldn't walk the half dozen steps from his room, to the bathroom without running in to her. Literally. He'd even woken one morning to find a pair of her panties had been slipped under his door during the night. Diana was aware of much of that...and had grown increasingly uncomfortable with her friend's behavior....and it was then the that subtle scent of the wolfess within her first manifested itself. The next several months were an agonizing hell for Antony. As his daughter blossomed, and her scent perfumed the air around her, with no mate of his own, and no outlet for the urges to rut, and fuck available to him, he'd turned to masturbation...frequent, fevered, desperate...and ultimately unsatisfying.

While Diana was away for the three days of her senior trip...Florida, Disney World, beaches, sun and sand...Sarah had shown up...and to Antony's eternal shame, he'd invited her in, and spent the next two days fucking the pretty girl. He couldn't, of course, get the girl pregnant, and the many diseases humans suffered from he was immune to...in that respect, sex with the young woman was guilt free...but in his mind's eye, he saw only Diana...and knew that he'd betrayed her. As cathartic as those two days ultimately were...his betrayal stung, burned, and worried at him. He'd have to tell her...and warn her. Sarah would come back.

 

[Cereus]

He kissed his daughter when she arrived, reaching with one hand to pat her bare bottom...though he was clearly distracted. As she settled to eat, he headed upstairs for a shower. He mentally gnawed on the subject of informing her about Sarah....how he might broach that subject, he didn't know...."It might rain today, and oh...by the way, your friend Sarah? I introduced her to anal sex....right there. on the table". Blah....at times he really hated his animal nature, and the way it could, and would take over. Often times leaving him to deal with it's after effects. He had time, of course, and would gently broach the subject with Diana when the time was right. His shower was brief...quickly soaping himself, then rinsing off, and spending another few minutes shaving. The most pressing issue with Sarah was that she'd lain with a werewolf....and she would eventually come back for more. It was a fact for both men and women, once they'd been with a werewolf, they would return. The exact mechanics of why, Antony didn't know...and he was old enough to know better...the risk the girl posed to he and Diana far outweighed the simple pleasures he'd enjoyed with her young body. He knew better....Sarah was candy coated poison, so sweet, and so very lethal. His thinking at the time was that he planned on moving.....taking himself, and his Diana far away.

His one hope was explaining his tryst to Diana before she transformed, and picked up the girl's scent....That was something Antony was truly afraid of. ....Something about the air changed...it had an electric feel, that Antony focused on...then dismissed.... Diana on the hunt, with the scent of her prey stinging her nostrils, the mere thought of which made Antony shiver...both from fear, and anticipation. Once she'd transformed, Antony would be hers to command, and if it was blood she wanted, he would enthusiastically pursue it. It was why he'd built the basement...with a door that a werewolf couldn't open.

Shower done, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. No Diana, but the water was on, spilling from the kitchen faucet over dishes that had already been rinsed. Then he noticed her scent. He turned, looking for her, when the howl from downstairs split the quiet afternoon air. His mate called him....and Antony responded, transforming instantly, and lifting his snout high, answering her with a growling call of his own. The kitchen table was between him and the door to the basement, and with an impatient shove from one massive paw, he sent it crashing against the kitchen counter. She called again....this time there was an angry edge to the howl that echoed through the empty house. Antony paced downstairs, mouth open, fangs bared, hitting the basement door with one muscled shoulder, sending it crashing against the wall, then swinging slowly, lopsidedly back, one hinge twisted off...and then he saw her.

Heartbreakingly beautiful. Triangular ears, and her coat...a dark honey color undercoat, topped with glossy black. Green intelligent eyes. He dropped his head, jaws still open, displaying his fangs, tail down, adopting a submissive posture. He circled her, snarling...showing off. She was upset, angry...and he knew why...he could smell her too....that would lead to an uncomfortable explanation later. She sat, watching him, giving no indication that he was welcome to approach her...haunches down, not displaying, or inviting, though he could smell her need.....mirrored on his own body as his blood red cock slipped from it's sheath. He wanted her, his mate, but would not approach until she'd signaled him.

 

[Cereus]

Deep down inside, Antony was pleased that his daughter had the power of speech....it was something he missed...though at the moment, even if he could speak, there was nothing he could say. As she pounced, he held himself still, exposed, on his back, legs splayed, feeling his daughters fangs rasping against his exposed throat. "Stay away from me", she said...and Antony obeyed. Once she'd released him, he flipped over, and crawled to the splintered basement door, laying down in front of it....still very determined to protect her....And with things he still needed to say, he transformed. "I'm sorry, Diana". Those words echoed hollowly in the basement. Diana growled, her back to him. "West Virginia, the Appalachian trail. Bear Creek Spur. 3.2 Kilometers...There's a large mottled gray stone. There's something under it for you". He nodded to himself..done. "If anything happens...go there".

The stone itself weighed close to 200 kilograms, and was not something a human would try to move....or even could, even if he or she wanted to. To Diana, it was something she could lift out of the way with one arm. Beneath it was a an eighteen inch section of capped 6 inch PVC pipe, and inside it, was Diana's second identity. Tania Wright, 22 years old...bank accounts, drivers license, passport, birth certificate...everything she would need to slip into that identity. Hidden within that jumble of documents, were clues that would lead her to a third identity if she needed it. He groomed that identity, kept it fresh, and up to date, making trips once or twice a year specifically to keep those various documents ready.

He transformed again, and blinking orange-gold eyes, still stinging with the shame and humiliation of Diana's rejection, laid quietly on the floor in front of the basement door. It had not occurred to him that Diana had suffered right along with him...at least not to the extent he did. When Sarah made herself available, he took advantage of it, and it had never crossed his mind to ask her age...and to an animal that was pushing 200, a year or two around the magical age of eighteen was not something that made any logical sense to him anyway. Still...his actions had wounded Diana, and it was to her his thundering beast's heart belonged. He tried whining at her....which she ignored, carefully curling one paw, and digging furrows through carpet, padding, subfloor, and concrete. Her beauty, as one writer put it long, long, ago, was terrible to behold, and Antony, in the presence of that beauty...trembled.

 

[Cereus]

Move. That was something they could do...and that did make sense on a number of levels. If Diana were indeed pregnant, or became so while she was in heat, it would raise eyebrows. They lived in a small town, where everybody knew everyone else, and it wouldn't take long for some people to put two and two together. A new house...in a new town would allow the two to live openly together, without having to explain they were father and daughter, and that Diana was carrying her father's baby. She could still be Diana Corelli, and while the older man/younger woman might attract some attention, such relationships were not uncommon among humans, and while Diana's lovely belly swelled with child, it would result, in at most, a few quietly whispered comments. Moving would also, as Diana noted, take care of the 'Sarah' problem in a way that didn't end up with a dead human female. He nodded, still lying on his back, horribly exposed to his young mate, and even tried talking...."Ok, we'll move"....the words came out unintelligible, a few short clipped whines.

She approached him again, head low, with a growled warning to him not to move, which Antony obeyed without thought, spreading his rear legs, and exposing his vitals to her. She accepted his display, and didn't immediately eviscerate her father....for which he was thankful...and he even felt her attitude change. The touch of her snout, and fangs against his exposed throat didn't carry that same risk that they had just moments ago. She was exploring him, with newly expanded senses, her touch suddenly affectionate....she needed him, and needed what only he could give her. He responded immediately, his wolf's cock, thick and red slid from it's sheath, which was not something he could have stopped, and with the scent of mate, ripe, and ready full in his nostrils, he rolled over, whining, and growling, pawing Diana into position, her upper body low to the floor, her hips lifted, tail up, presenting herself to her father. Diana's pussy had changed along with the rest of her, plump, engorged, wet, and perfumed, and as he growled, and pawed his lovely mate into position, he used his long warm wolf's tongue to explore his daughter's sex, invading her, licking his tongue into the wet, and ready canal, then up, hungrily, and eager licking his tongue over the tight pucker of Diana's asshole.

Diana's own growls became more insistent, shoving her hips back at her father, and turning to snap at him as Antony continued the arousing sensory exploration of his daughter's wolf body. He was easily twice Diana's size, and had no need to lift himself in order to mount. He stepped over her, forelegs on either side of her sable body, just behind her shoulders, and hunching his hips forward, speared his thick dripping cock into Diana's pussy. Soft whimpers and growls, ducking his shaggy head low, and next to hers, he fucked her hard, and fast, the urgency of his...their...mating evident by the increase in volume, and frequency of their mingled growls, and snarls. As before, he gently clamped his jaws onto the back of Diana's neck, though biting a little harder, as a wolf, Diana was much tougher than she was as a teenage girl...and the feel of her mates fanged jaws on her neck as he impaled her on his thick wolf's cock, would, or should increase her sense of pleasure from the simple, yet urgent act.

It didn't take long. Diana's body was ready, and receptive, and she was at her peak fertility...something they both realized, and with a grunting growl, Antony drove his meaty shaft into his daughter's cunt, holding himself still, body quivering, as he began spilling his seed into her body. As yet unknown to both of them, it was this mating that would result in Antony's seed taking root in Diana's fertile womb. Her soon to be fertilized single egg, sweeping slowly down her fallopian tube, would, within a day, implant itself in the wall of her womb, and her scent would gradually change....she would still be receptive to mating, and would throughout her impending pregnancy, but the urgency of Right Fucking Now would be mitigated. The knot at the base of Antony's cock swelled, just inside Diana's body, and his motions slowed against her, though not halting entirely, a band of muscle just inside her pussy contracted just behind his knot, locking the two lovers together while the slow process of Antony's ejaculation progressed.

Every few minutes, while Antony continued to slowly thrust against Diana's hips, he'd growl and whine with simple pleasure as his cock spilled another load of his cum into his daughter. The only way he could have broken free from his daughter at that point was by either transforming back into a man, or by the application of very cold water. Neither appealed to him...they both realized, on an instinctive level, that the best way to get Diana pregnant was by coupling in wolf form, and it was not in their natures to resist that. For twenty minutes the pair was locked tightly together, Antony licking at his daughter's face, whining, and growling each time his cock jerked inside her, muscular contractions that filled Diana's pussy with Antony's musky seed.

 

[Cereus]

Separating from his daughter was uncomfortable, for both of werewolves, and it took an effort on both their parts to effect it. As Diana pulled, his knot, still thick, still minutes away from returning to normal stretched her wide, and with her jaws snapping at him from the discomfort, he slipped from her, followed by a stream of their mingled fluids that trickled from her sex. He would have immediately set about the affectionate task of cleaning his mate of those fluids, but Diana had other plans. He obliged his daughter immediately, flipping over on to his back, much less worried about her long, polished ivory fangs. He felt the touch of her nose, and tongue, first against his abdomen, then shivering with simple delight, the long warm licks of Diana's tongue against his still exposed, still thick cock. He lifted his hips at her touch...almost hopefully....as she gently, and affectionately cleaned her mate.

Then it was his turn. Diana snuggled in next to him, flipping on to her back, stretching, and wriggling playfully, her hind legs splayed wide, raking iron hard claws eagerly against Antony's body. He nudged her, playfully, stepping over, and around her, his tail wagging slowly from side to side, his nose in contact with her body, enjoying the full, ripe sent of his she wolf...so much stronger, and more arousing now that she'd transformed. He cleaned her as thoroughly as she'd cleaned him, licking his long heavy tongue over her thick fur, cleaning their mingled spend from her body, between her splayed rear legs, and over her engorged vulva...from which Antony's milky cum still dripped. Complete contentment at the simple act of grooming his mate...echoed in the soft rumbly growls that spilled from his chest. There was more he needed to do...she was a new wolfess, and Antony wanted to inspect her, examine her sleek new body for problems before they became problems. He stretched out next to her, gently, for a werewolf, biting at her throat, licking her face...marveling at the beauty of her green eyes.

He transformed, with a rippling pop down the center of his back...paused for a moment, and licked Diana's face again. He moved slowly...as Diana's mate, Antony was rightfully her property to command, and if unpleased with his actions, could inadvertently hurt him in her current form. Her new wolf's jaws could snap a 2X4 in half without trying, and Antony had bones that weren't as strong. He got to his knees...hands in constant contact with Diana's sleek body, and once certain she wasn't going to force him back to the ground, smiled, "Door first", he said, with a glance in that direction. In his haste to answer his mate's call, he'd smashed through the door to the basement, leaving it hanging drunkenly from only two good hinges. He didn't have time to effect permanent repairs, but he did manage to coax the door back into it's frame, and locking it securely....he fairly dreaded the thought of his she wolf having access to the outside world as yet.

Then it was back to Diana, still on her back, watching him placidly with clear green eyes, friendly growls still spilling from between her jaws. "I need to examine you, Diana", he said, while kneeling, reaching for her, running his hands over her head, checking her ears, the back of her neck, and shoulders...feeling the bunched quivering muscles, so well defined, under her thick coat. Down the center of her chest, noting the double row of teats, three on a side...though it wasn't at all clear that all would fill with milk following the birth, as yet unknown to both of them, of her child. Hind quarters were next, legs, claws, then leaning forward, he spread his daughter's engorged vulva, found her clitoris where it was expected to be...a soft red, and enlarged from her being in heat. "Up", he said, almost done. Her spine, and tail. The last...which she would likely find uncomfortable, involved Antony gently grasping the root of her tail, and lifting, as he licked his fingers wet. "Please don't bite me, Diana", he said, placing two wet fingers against his daughter's anus, "This will be over quick".

 

[Cereus]

"I'm sorry baby", he said pushing his fingers against her...inside her, and overcoming the involuntary resistance she offered that intimate invasion. He was as gentle with her as he could manage, while still maintaining a tight grip on the root of her tail, knowing that it was not a comfortable invasion, almost unannounced as it was, and it was not just any pair of fingers buried to the knuckles in her young ass...but her father's. Her mate or not, he knew she didn't relish it, and he hurried his digital examination, feeling for what he needed to, then just as quickly slipping his fingers from her, and releasing her tail. He held his hands up in supplication as she spun to snap at him...not an unexpected reaction..."All done, Diana", he offered.

"It's your lower spine", he explained, "When you transform, it....adds additional vertebrae from your coccyx, and if not formed properly, it can lead to problems. Pinched nerves, and the like. In severe cases, temporary paralysis of your hind legs". He'd not discovered the tell-tale knot during his brief examination, but for the first few times his daughter transformed into a wolf, he would need to repeat that examination. He could tell by the sour look she gave him that she didn't relish the thought of the repeat exams, it was why he tried to keep it brief, as that internal exam was the only way to detect it, outside of a portable x-ray machine that Antony did not have. "Had I felt it", he continued, "I could have called your attention to it...by pressing against it", and she would when transforming on later occasions, feel that left over bit of human girl, and learn how to avoid it.

He stood, his spine giving a residual crack as he did, and headed for the small bathroom/shower he'd added to the basement, and calling out over his shoulder, "Short of giving you flowers and candy first...the best way is to just do it, and get it over with quickly". Antony washed up, pausing briefly to glance in the mirror, then returned to Diana, after a very short detour past the small fridge in the basement. He decided beer suited him that time, and pulled one free from the plastic loop holder, and walked back to Diana, who still had a rather alarmed look on her pretty wolfess face. He opened his beer with a 'sssss-nick', and took a grateful drink before setting it down, and rejoining his daughter on the floor.

"It will only be necessary a few times, Diana, he assured her, "I promise. With strong arms, he pulled her to him, almost across his lap, to stroke his hands over her rough/soft pelt. Even in wolf form, and with that thick pelt she was still smaller than her father, though much stronger...something she still hadn't experimented with. "Moving", he said, changing the subject abruptly, and carefully steering his words in any direction but Sarah, "Colorado, not far from Vail, there's a small town called Rifle. I think there". The University of Colorado had a campus near Vail, and it would be perfect there for the two of them. Antony had even done some preliminary on-line house hunting, and had found a few excellent candidates in the area. Secluded enough for their specific needs, close enough to town to make shopping easy, and not far from the campus Diana might attend. "No one knows us there, daughter of mine....we won't have to hide".

 

[Cereus]

"We can leave soon", Antony said, lifting his hips slightly to rub his thickening cock against Diana's abdomen...god, he'd never be able to get enough of Diana! "After the full moon. I'll start making the arrangements in the morning". He laid comfortably under his wolfess daughter, running his hands lovingly, possessively over her magnificent body. Aroused again, of course. That wasn't something he could help, and already mental images of him mounting his daughter again flooded through his mind. Perhaps as a man...and he wondered, would his Diana expect him to thoroughly clean her afterward, as a man? That thought resulted in a very contented, and aroused growl to spill from his chest.

He scratched his fingers through his daughter's fur, forgetting, for the moment thoughts of moving, and pretty much everything else. Diana interrupted his arousal by placing her clawed paws on his chest, and asking how to transform back. It was a natural question for a new wolfess to ask. She didn't understand transforming from a teenage girl, and how to get back again was something she'd want to know. It was something she'd learn, through experience, and through the experience and guidance of her mentor, and mate. In a way, it was similar to learning how to cross your eyes, or view those odd 3D pictures. It took practice, it took effort, and the learning process could be long, and discouraging.

"Remember the feeling down the center of your back", Antony said, hands still moving over Diana's body, "Try to feel it, and concentrate on it" He traced a finger over one of Diana's pointed ivory fangs, "Remember the pressure in your mouth...going back feels the reverse of that...almost like your teeth are being pulled out". Antony ran his hands down his daughter's body, to her haunches, splayed so delightfully over his hips. "Close your eyes, and imagine yourself as Diana, the 18 year old girl, instead of the wolf".

"Don't try to force it", he said...then transformed beneath her, then transformed back into a man again, then just his eyes. "It's not something that can be forced", he concluded, "Try now, Diana, close your eyes, and try to capture that feeling". She looked down at her father, perhaps unsure, then with a studied look in her deep green eyes, she closed them slowly. He felt her body quiver above his, and still slowly stroking his hands over her body, waited to see if she could manage it. And if not, while sleeping, she would spontaneously change back.

 

[Cereus]

He rolled to his side as Diana climbed off him....leaving him more than a little disappointed, and issuing a complaining growl at the departing she-wolf. He was still struck by the deadly beauty his daughter had blossomed into, and unashamedly proud at having played his part in bringing her transformation about. Bah, to the humans, and their taboos, and restrictions, he thought. It was arousing to him knowing that Diana was his daughter, and that it was he that first mounted her, and his wolf's cock that had torn her maidenhead. He was inordinately proud to view her as both his lovely daughter, and beautiful mate. As far as he was concerned, humans could just stuff it. And a beauty she truly was, in either form...and, he reminded himself with a soft rumbling growl...his.

Antony grinned at Diana's "holy shit..." exclamation, studying the wolfess in the mirror that stared back at her. Her undercoat was a deep, very dark honey, interspersed with softer, lighter grays, and her coarser overcoat was an almost glossy black, more prominent down the center of her back....a sable Russian Tsars never dreamed existed. Polished and curved black claws, just over an inch long on all her paws, and of course, her piercing green eyes. He watched as she opened her jaws, and contemplated the rows of teeth within...molars toward the back, no longer the flat crushing tools a teenage girl might use on potato chips, but chisel edged weapons designed to crack through solid bone. Pre molars, larger, elongated, designed for both flesh, and bone. Curved saber like canines, knife edged incisors. What she saw in the mirror was a predator, and Antony, her mate, and father, would have to take her out, and teach her.....humans called excursions like that 'camping'. Werewolves called it 'hunting'. He suspected she knew exactly what it was she was looking at....and craved it, as was natural to her kind.

Her claws were next, and Antony watched her looking at amazement at them, flexing them carefully, tracing their wicked tips over the surface of the mirror....staring at the wolfess she'd become. He could almost feel her nod her acceptance of what she was, and found himself shivering with anticipation as she turned her attention back to him. He was still in human form...other than his eyes...still ready for his mate, cock lewdly erect, glistening drops of precum welling from it's tip. She dropped to all fours....a so much more comfortable way of walking...and with her eyes on him, she approached. Soft whines, and whimpers, gentle nudges, the way she pressed her wolfess belly to the ground, hips up, claws digging into the carpet...it inflamed his desire for her in ways simpler words never could. He responded immediately, flipping over, and approaching her from the rear, the sight and scent of her swollen sex beckoning him. Antony felt the familiar pressure in his jaws, and the rippling, stretching feeling tracing down the center of his back that indicated he was about to transform...and bit it back, struggling against it. He wanted his mate in the form he was right then, and though still growling in a very wolf-like fashion, approached the beauty in front of him.

As he did, Diana scrunched her rear claws into the carpet, tearing through the fabric easily, and lifting her wolfess hips high, tail curved over her back...so completely ready for him...and face first, Antony eagerly explored his mate. Licking his tongue hungrily over her swollen sex, and as Diana impatiently pressed her hips back against him, dug deeper, splitting the lips of her perfumed vulva with his tongue, lapping greedily at the honey her body produced....just for him.

 

[Cereus]

The more Diana squirmed, whined, and thrust her hips back, the more Antony was pleased. He eagerly delved into the delights she offered, licking at the nectar her body provided him, wrapping one hand around the root of her lifted tail, and licking his tongue over the plum of her sex, and above, tracing it wetly over the pucker of his daughter's asshole. Her body was ambrosia...., and he treated it as such, savoring each scent, and taste offered to him as the rare gift it was. She squirmed, and wriggled, and whined, and growled, but he wasn't quite ready to give in yet. He wanted more, and needed more. It wasn't just sex...though that played it's part...he would learn her through senses a thousand times more acute than humans possessed. Each taste, each scent imprinting itself in his brain.

He'd always been an enthusiastic practitioner of oral sex, and with the almost painful initial urges to couple with his new mate somewhat abated, he was determined to orally explore the vast uncharted territory his daughter's body represented. This was not just a prelude to the much simpler act of fucking...usually over much too quickly for his taste...but a way to bring his partner, his mate, pleasure. It was a gift he very much enjoyed giving, and would spend countless hours allowing his mate, through word, sub vocal encouragement, and the movement of her body to define the path that led to that orgasmic cliff. Then, with the lightest touch of his tongue, push her over the edge. It did not matter to him in which form Diana might be in at the time....she was his mate, and that was what mattered most.

Of course, there was still the biological imperative to put his lovely Diana with child, and there was only one way to accomplish that....something that she communicated to him with a warning growl, and snap of her jaws. While she was in heat, she would demand from him that he mount her. Antony was shackled to that same delicious evolutionary chain, and at her warning, giving a last lick across her spit-wet anus, he crawled forward, covering her body with his. He used his abdominal muscles to lift, and position his achingly hard cock, just against the split of Diana's wet sex, then gently eased forward. He knew she was sore....heck, less than 24 hours ago, his Diana had been a virgin....and against that, he felt her squirm beneath him, digging her claws into the carpet and pushing back.

 

[Cereus]

Antony was certain that he felt his daughter cum almost immediately after he'd entered her. Even in wolf form...the delicious, delicate, and arousing sounds of a female driven to her peak were like a drug to him. In response, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his arms, and fucked his lovely Diana. Hard, and fast....he got one orgasm from her, and he wanted a second...and was certain that she was close again. He eagerly sought to make that happen, using his body, his movements, and encouraging whispers, until he felt her pushing back against him with even more urgency. Closing his eyes, he focused on his own pleasurable sensations as he eagerly thrust his cock into his daughter's body, cumming at the exact same time he felt Diana's body squeeze deliciously around the thickness he impaled her with.

It was another minute before he realized that Diana had shifted...no longer a wolfess, but once again a teenage girl. She was in much the same position...her upper body pressed against the floor, arms in front of her, he lovely bottom up in the air, knees apart, and providing a visual treat to her father he would never grow tired of. It was when she bumped her head affectionately against his chin that he noticed her transformation. She would be safe for several hours...shifting for her was physically taxing, and it wouldn't happen again until she'd gotten some sleep, and just as importantly, food. He returned her light head bump, with an equally affectionate kiss to the back of her neck, then eased himself up, kneeling behind his lovely daughter, running his hands up the gentle curve of her back, to her hips, glancing down between the spread cheeks of her shapely ass at the delightful treasures below.

Just looking at her aroused him. He was toying with the idea of another fevered tryst, but saw the fatigue on Diana's face, and knew that she'd appreciate some sleep...and they would have plenty of time for that. He gave Diana's lovely ass a light slap, and gently eased back, eyes down, and watching as he slipped his cock from her body. Definitely a sight he would never get tired of. He decided Diana must have noticed where his eyes were directed, and she gave a teasing wiggle as she slipped from her. She didn't even move, other than to lay down right were she was, turning her hazel gaze on to her father, wordless. "Sleep", Antony said, gently patting Diana's bottom, "and food when you wake". The couch included a fold out bed, which he busied himself with while Diana watched from her spot on the floor. It was already made up, sheets, blankets, and pillows, and there was nothing more that needed to be done other than pulling sheets and blankets down.

Compared to Antony, Diana was small, and he dropped to one knee beside her, and easily lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. "I'll join you shortly", he said, laying her gently down, and kissing her lightly on her lips. She was asleep before Antony even turned the lights down. He was another 90 minutes. The basement door was hastily...and very quietly...repaired. The table upstairs was pushed back to it's normal spot, broken dishes cleaned up. A large plate of this sandwiches prepared, and an email sent to a realtor inquiring about the one house he decided would best suit him and Diana. It was a four bedroom three bath ranch, with full finished basement. Pool, three car garage, and sat on 25 acres. It was also very secluded, which they would need. It was currently empty, and available for immediate occupancy under a lease arrangement while escrow closed.

Done with everything, and yawning himself, he carried their sandwiches downstairs, and quietly let himself into the basement. Diana was still sound asleep, pillow tucked under her head, hair a wild spray around her, face down, with one knee bent, and leg lifted. He slipped the plate of sandwiches into the fridge, then joined his naked daughter in bed. She didn't budge. He laid there, in the semi gloom, slowly caressing the sleeping body of his daughter, amazed at how much had happened in just over 24 hours. Another deep jaw cracking yawn. He slid his hand down over Diana's bottom, and between soft warm thighs to gently cup the split lips of her sex, then curled next her, and slipped easily into a dreamless sleep.