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

[Cereus]

It was his daughter's touches...light, for the most part, affectionate, but also with a demanding edge to them, that slowly woke Antony. He stretched luxuriously, before pulling Diana closer to him, while she traced her fingernails over the defined musculature of his abdomen. "Soon", he replied in answer to her question, "Perhaps we can go camping for a couple days....". He knew of a place, only about two or three hours away, and if they timed their departure carefully, Diana would not be at risk of spontaneously shifting while in the car. It was also important for her development, in wolf form, she was built to run, and hunt, and those skills, and muscles needed to be trained, and used.

"Uhhh...", he continued, thinking, "tomorrow, after you've changed back into this form", he concluded, giving her bare bottom a pat. "Pack for two or three days, and you can sleep in the car on the way up". The spot he had in mind was a place he and Eris had used to go to frequently, far from civilization, and people, up several miles over poorly maintained logging roads, and isolated enough that his Diana would be as safe as she possibly could be...outside, running with her mate in wolf form. It wasn't completely without danger, but nothing in life was, and he could not keep his lovely daughter locked away forever.

Outside the danger the rare hiker or camper posed to Diana, the excitement of being free, truly free, for the first time posed the most risk. Antony was confident he would be able to use his larger size, strength, and speed to keep her focused, and out of trouble, though he'd be spending a lot of time shifting back and forth from one form to the other so he could speak to her. But it would still be very exciting. He nodded, rolled over, and gently kissed each of Diana's full breasts. "Eat. There are sandwiches in the fridge"

While Diana eagerly attacked the pile of sandwiches, Antony got up, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, mulling over the proposed trip. As long as he was there with her, he was certain he could keep his daughter safe. He didn't think they would see much beside a few snakes...and hopefully some prey. His lovely daughter was a killer, she needed to know how to hunt. It was in her blood, and she could not hide behind the trappings of human society trying to pretend she was anything but.

Almost finished with his shower, he stuck his head out the bathroom door, and found Diana had devoured more than half the sandwiches he'd made. Food and sleep taken care of, he called her to him. "Your turn, young lady", he said sternly, stepping aside to make room in the shower with him.

 

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Antony nodded at his very wet daughter, pulling her into his arms, "I know, kitten. I feel it too. I can barely stand to have you out of my sight lately". With Diana in his arms, Antony added a large dollop of body wash to his hands, and slowly soaped his daughter's back. "And for that matter, out of my arms, either", he added with a rough growl. He traced his soap slippery hands down Diana's wet back, cupping the cheeks of her ass, and teasing the tips of his fingers between them, and against the round pucker of her asshole, pressing gently, almost threatening to penetrate her. His touch was certainly light, and teasing enough, but Antony was a very virile man, and was eager to explore all the delight's Diana's young body offered...especially then, as the urgency to simply mate with her was not as intense as it had been. At that time, neither knew what the other might like, and enjoy...outside of mating, and there was no better way to find out through simple, gentle exploration. As large, and as powerful as he was, when it came to his Diana, he was a gentle man. Completely devoted, as both father, and mate. And still curious.

He turned her around in his arms, her back to him, her shapely round bottom pressed delightfully against him, and he added another glob of body wash to his hands, and slowly soaped her chest. Over and around her breasts, enjoying the feel of them in his hands, not quite filling them, but very close. He teased his soapy fingers over her nipples, then down her abdomen, just to her pubic mound, but no lower. He knew she was sore, and having her father digging his large fingers over such intimate, and sore flesh was not something she would likely appreciate. He stopped, and just enjoyed having her against him, so wet and slippery, and arousing...which he was certain she could feel. He clamped those urges down, for the time being, and with a last gentle squeeze to his daughter's breasts, rinsed off, and climbed out to give Diana a few minutes of privacy in the shower.

"Don't be too long. We need to talk", with a parting glance at his soapy, naked daughter, he dried off quickly, and headed back toward the fridge. He had two sandwiches, saving the final three for Diana. Then sat on their bed, and flipped the tv on. The weather channel was what he wanted, and he found it, and watched until their forecast covered the area he was interested in. Sunny and nice, clear skies for the foreseeable future. He left it on, and fidgeted quietly until Diana emerged, wrapped in her towel, hair still damp, but brushed out. "Lose the towel, daughter of mine", he said as she padded barefoot to him. She did as she was asked, pulling it from her body, and laying it over the back of the couch. "Sit", he invited her, patting the edge of the bed next to him. He inhaled deeply, testing, then again, his nosed pressed against Diana's shoulder. Her scent, over the last several hours, had changed subtly. She was still in heat, and would remain so for some days yet...but the reason for being in heat had been fulfilled. His little girl was knocked up.

As always, he didn't bother trying to beat around the bush...it was better, in his opinion to just come right out and say what needed to be said. "Diana...my lovely Diana....you're pregnant".

 

[Cereus]

Antony already felt guilty...he'd been lobbing curve balls at Diana for better than...he glanced at the clock....30 hours, and she'd dealt with each, quite handily. Only to get served another with the news of her pregnancy. They both knew it could happen, and likely would, eventually, but he certainly didn't expect it to happen so soon. The shock on her face revealed that Diana didn't expect that news either. He'd first become aware of her changing scent when he woke up, but there had been too much of his scent on her, and the orgasmic perfume of their last coupling to be completely sure.

After her shower, it was much stronger, though still subtle, and equally undeniable. It took humans weeks before they could possibly know one way or another...he thought...he wasn't up to date on human breeding habits. With werewolves, the female's body would begin producing new pheromones almost immediately, signaling her mate that she was with pup. This did not occur so the male could mark the date in his diary...no, those pheromones would force physiological changes in Antony. He would put on additional weight, all muscle, and would over time become much more aggressive, and protective of Diana, and the unborn life growing in her womb.

"Yes", he said as Diana straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around her father's shoulders, "I can smell it". He returned her kiss, greedily, answering her feral growl with one of his own. "Four and a half months", he said while wrapping his arms around Diana, and holding her close to him, "After we move, if the topic comes up, you're already four months pregnant". He kissed her parted lips again, then the edge of her sculpted jaw, then the nape of her neck. "Wear baggy clothes for a while". Werewolves had been using that little fib for hundreds of years, as there was no other way to disguise the fact that they did in four and a half months what it took humans nine to accomplish.

For most of her pregnancy, Diana would suffer no restrictions on her activities. She could hunt with Antony, and stalk, and prowl. It was only the last few weeks, when her body would signal her that it was almost time, that she would slow down. She'd eventually refuse to be more than a few steps from her den...her nest, and would rely on her mate for everything. They were intelligent, and rational beings, but they were still both tied to their underlying animal natures, so much more a part of them than their public 'human' appearances suggested. Diana's body would tell her everything she needed to know, and to do...it was in her nature. Evolution had equipped her well.

 

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He caught the playful tone in her voice, and grinned lovingly down at his beautiful daughter, amazed at how well she took....everything....in stride. She got that quality from her mother, he was sure. She'd never been one to argue against what was obvious, or what was presented to her as fact...things she could gauge the truth of with her own keen senses. She would have been proud of the young woman/wolfess her Diana had grown into. He didn't have any other immediately earth changing news from her, and was about to say so with a flippant joke of his own, when Diana forced him back, with a hungry little growl. He followed Diana's lead, resting comfortably back on the bed, pillow tucked under his head, just happy to have his naked daughter pressed so intimately against him.

Until the delightful touch of Diana's tongue, lips, and teeth had traced down below his chest, he didn't know what she planned, but once he did, he shivered with anticipation, slightly lifting his hips, bringing his erect cock...achingly hard, that much closer to the attentions of Diana's exploring mouth. At the first touch of her petal soft lips against the head of his cock, Antony groaned out an involuntary "Oh shit...", eyes fixed on his daughter as she turned her gaze toward him, her eyes shifted to that brilliant emerald green, her tongue out, mouth open to tease his aching flesh. He couldn't have refused her even if he wanted to, and he most certainly did not want too. As she ducked her head down to take Antony in her mouth, dark hair spilling across his abdomen, Antony squeezed his eyes shut....god, that felt so good! He felt his own eyes shift, flashing orange-gold, as hungry, and appreciative growls spilled from his chest.

How his daughter had learned to tease male flesh so deliciously...he didn't want to know, though he already did. Girls talked, and until just a few short hours ago, Diana had been one such girl. They shared secrets, and whispers, which she would have been party too. That second hand knowledge, coupled with a desire to please her mate did the rest. Antony was very pleased...panting, and growling as his Diana took his thick cock into her mouth, plunging down, her graceful hand stroking. Fuck, oh fuck! He tried to stop her, calling her name, "Diana...Diana!", and looking down at her, "You have....have...to stop, kitten". He growled, swallowing deep, and threw his head back. Too late. That very familiar tightening of his abdominal muscles, and the tingle in his groin, presaged his orgasm, and with a soft cry, lifting his hips, his cock pulsed in Diana's mouth, spilling his thick seed...then again, then again, then again.

 

[Cereus]

Eyes shut, and head back, he involuntarily reached for Diana, hands on either side of her head, not forcing her down, or holding her, but wanting to touch her as his cock spasmed, and spit in her warm wet mouth. The forbidden nature of their relationship was arousing enough, but this time it was different, he had his cock in his daughter's mouth, and she was eagerly swallowing as he came in her mouth, her petite hand stroking up the length of his manhood, almost as if milking every drop he would give her. It was glorious, and had him panting from the intensity of his orgasm.

It was only after he'd relaxed, and feeling the wet touch of her tongue tracing over the fat head of his cock, did she release him, and settle on the bed next to him. He left his eyes closed for several more seconds as his breathing returned to normal, then opened one, and peered at his daughter. She had a very self satisfied look on her face, and contemplated her father quietly. Antony rolled to his side, and leaned in for kiss, licking his tongue out, and between Diana's soft, full lips. "Bad girl, Diana", he said with a little half smile, while leaning back, and resting his head on one hand. His other he used to trace down the center of Diana's back, coming to rest atop her shapely ass.

"I don't know whether to spank you, or repay the compliment in kind", he added with a wink, "Or both". Her eyes were still a brilliant green, her lovely face framed with almost dry dark hair, her breasts, full, and round, just barely resting on the surface of the bed. And she was still very much in heat...which would have Antony ready for her again in just minutes. He slid his hand down the curve of her bottom, and between her slightly parted thighs, only mildly surprised to find his daughter was just a little wet...and not from the shower.

He tore his eyes away from the beauty in front of him long enough to glance at the clock....11:35 pm, and only two more hours til the full moon. It wouldn't be much longer, and at the full moon, she would be at her most restless, and would want out, to run, and hunt. He hated keeping his daughter penned up like that...it was not in their nature to cage themselves, and in the long run, even trying would ultimately fail. Taking her camping would help, he knew, and give her a chance to explore her true form fully, especially at night, when her senses were at their most keen.

Until then, they always had each other. Antony rolled over, covering Diana's youthful body with his own, kissing her warmly between her shoulder blades. He could always find ways to keep the lovely young woman occupied, and already felt the first stirrings of his cock coming back to life.

 

[Cereus]

Antony snorted, and leaning forward, rasping his own growing canine's over his daughters smooth shoulder, growled softly at her, "No, kitten", in an equally innocent, but hungry way, "Based on your life expectancy, I get to spank you for at least another 60 years". He growled again, a much harsher sound as Diana briefly lifted her hips, pressing her smooth, shapely ass up against him. God...the moon...he could feel it too, he always could. His daughter was going to be a delightful handful. and his physical arousal was nearly complete at that thought.

More pressure in his jaws, and he knew his teeth were elongating, something he would under more normal circumstance fight back. Not that time, not with his naked daughter pressed so vulnerably beneath him, not with the gibbous moon so close to full, and not with the wolfess in Diana teasing for his attention. His senses expanded, hearing, sight, smell, suddenly so acute is was as if he'd been perceiving the world through a layer of gauze that had been suddenly removed from him. Thick gray hair sprouted down the length of his back, and another growl rumbled up from his chest as his daughter's scent, so powerful, so commanding, enveloped him. Diana squirmed beneath him, answering his growl with one of her own.

"You can feel it", he said, his voice already growing thick, and indistinct, "Fight it Diana. Try not to change. It's the best way to learn what's happening to you". It would force her to recognize all the signs, each feeling, as her body answered the moon's call. With that, Antony growled again, and leaning forward, bit down on Diana's bare shoulder, much harder than he had previously, hard enough to draw blood. "Fight it, Diana!", he snarled. He caught her hands in his, and pinned her down beneath him, his breaths rasping out in ragged panting gulps across her bare flesh. He knew, just outside, riding high in the night sky, bright, and baleful, the moon was calling to her children.

He released her shoulder from his changing jaws, trickles of her own blood stained her pale skin, and immediately bit down again on her other shoulder, just at the nape of her neck. "Don't give in...Diana", were the last words he spoke for a long time. His body morphed, arms, and legs shifting, hands spreading into ebony tipped paws...but he controlled it, allowed it happen at the pace he set, showing his Diana what was possible, if she only tried.

 

[Cereus]

Both Diana and Antony exhibited nesting behavior as she was coming into heat. While Diana prepared a safe place to bear her pups, as her scent as a ready to mate female bloomed, she turned her neat-as-a-pin room into a jumbled, and seemingly random collection of her scattered clothes, blankets, pillow cases, sheets, blankets, and unconsciously scent marking her den, with a carefully arranged display of her own worn panties. Antony spent his days reinforcing his basement...one way in or out, meaning the door would be her target. The only other thing at the time with her that could withstand the anger, and single minded attention of a female werewolf would be...Antony. The door she could well splinter, easily. He could suffer her 'attention', granted it would hurt at the time, but it was a small price to pay for the security of his mate...he would just have to keep her focused on him, instead of the fragile door.

Even late at night while Diana was locked in the restless dreams of the she-wolf inside her, knocking at the door...announcing her presence...Antony spent many of those nights on the prowl, searching for miles around their house for a suitable male to court his daughter. A very fruitless search...no scent of a male at all...or female for that matter. He awoke each morning, cold and shivering, naked, in his bed, half remembered dreams of dogs to afraid bark, of wildlife that slunk out of his way...quiet, hoping he wouldn't notice them, and always...no sign, no scent of a mate for Diana. The point where he gave up his futile search, just two weeks in the past, he'd braced the basement door with 2X4's, anchored to the studs behind it with large self tapping lag bolts.

In answer to her first call as a wolfess, he'd walked through that same door as if it wasn't even there. Diana was calling again, and in response, Antony lifted his snout high, and answered her, setting the few hung pictures in the basement rattling against the walls. As his lovely...so very lovely...daughter asked him to let her out, begging for a freedom he couldn't yet give her, Antony was off the bed, and with a growl by way of answer, insinuated himself between Diana and the door. He was easily twice her size, and knowing what was coming, his hair stood up down the center of his back, and his forelegs, making him appear even larger.

She was made of rather stern stuff, his Diana, and even in her 'delicate' state, she was what human nightmares were made of. Even if he'd truly wanted to harm Diana, in her current state, a she wolf with pup, it would be damned difficult, even for Antony. He could provoke her though...knowing that he could blunt much of which she could throw at him...and he did. As she circled around him, whining softly for freedom...knowing that he could give it to her, he lifted one foreleg, and backhanded his mate, sending her sprawling half way across the basement. He'd already bit her...twice, and it wouldn't take much more effort to make him her target, instead of the door. He turned to face her, as she righted herself, head low, teeth bared, his tail dragging against the ground, and growled his warning at her.

 

[Cereus]

Antony panted loudly, filling his lungs with great hungry gulps of air, eyes on his daughter as she slouched half way across the room, her back to him, and laid down on the floor. The room was a wreck...they wouldn't be sleeping on the sofa bed again...or watching TV...or using the small refrigerator, which was lying in two pieces several feet apart. He glanced at the door. It had held, against the two times she'd dodged him, and smashed her body against it. Barely held. Both hinges he'd repaired earlier were again torn loose, and the door itself was partially splintered.

He was bleeding from several ugly looking wounds, certainly nothing fatal, or even dangerous. They still hurt like hell though. The side of his neck, a long furrow from her claws down his side, his right rear leg, (the worst of his injuries), right foreleg, just below his shoulder, and left foreleg just above his paw. Diana was bleeding too, though her wounds were entirely superficial...as aggressive as he pretended to be, hurting his mate in earnest was not something he was capable of doing. Gingerly he put weight on his right rear leg, snarling at the pain that bloomed as he did. He limped toward his daughter, very cautiously, approaching her from the rear, and growling softly...gently alerting her to his presence.

Other than huffing at him, and growling, she didn't react to his presence. He nudged her flank with his snout, and crept up beside her whining softly. He was beat, their fight had taken it's toll not just on the basement, and his daughter, but him too. Antony stretched out beside her, nuzzling her neck, then started licking the wound at the back of her neck. He could deal with his own wounds by simply shifting into human form, and if he so chose, back again. He didn't, as long as Diana was hurting, he was going to hurt right along with her. It was only fair.

They'd been at it for an hour, the moon was past it's zenith, and he could already feel it's alluring call begin to weaken....at least for that night. The next would be very different. Once Diana shifted back to her human form, he would bundle her up in his Land Rover, and three hours later, possibly before dawn, they'd be high in the mountains, with no humans for 50 or 60 miles. As safe a place for a young wolfless to explore herself that he could find. Two or three nights, Antony figured, while gently licking the back of his daughter's neck, and she would have at last her taste of freedom....at his side, of course. He nudged her again, growling, her scent, still in heat, was arousing other interests in his daughter.

 

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Antony turned and smiled at Diana as she woke, rubbed her face, and looked around. "Almost there", he said. They'd been on the road for almost 4 hours....the dirt roads that he'd used in the past had decayed horribly, and slowed them down, in many cases they were overgrown with saplings, forcing Antony to wind his way around them, trying to leave the road looking as if no one had driven on it. Their first hour in the car, with his lovely Diana snoring softly beside him, he'd stopped at an all night burger place, and purchased a sack full of cheeseburgers....they wouldn't be able to hunt until Diana shifted again, which wouldn't be for several more hours.

He'd eaten half a dozen, replenishing his body from their earlier fight, the rest he'd saved for his Daughter. With Diana awake, and her stomach growling loudly in the confines of the rover, Antony reached behind him, and pulled the sack from the floor, and passed it to Diana. "Eat, kitten", he said, while rolling down his own window, "All of them. You're going to need your strength". The dirt track crested a stony ridge, and wound down the other side, entering a large bowl shaped valley, heavily treed with pine, poplar, maple, and sycamore. An excellent place to camp....far from people, and with an abundance of wildlife, which the two would rely on for sustenance.

It was another bouncing, jouncing, and slow mile, before Antony turned off the remains of the ancient logging road, and carefully guided the rover another two hundred yards through the trees, stopping at last in a shaded grove of towering pines, and next to a tumbling creek. "We're here", he said, switching the engine off, and turning to Diana. It was odd seeing her in clothes again, dressed in loose fitting, and comfortable clothes, much like her father. She'd finished the rest of the burgers, and was gazing around, a touch of excitement on her pretty face...she knew what nightfall would bring. He couldn't help but grin at that, "Come on, lets get set up".

They didn't need much, which was why he was able to pack the Land Rover so quickly. They had a tent, which he doubted they would need, and just a few other things to make their outing more comfortable while in human form. A large thick pad, that once unrolled, inflated itself. Two large, fairly thin sleeping bags, which he'd already zipped together. Fire grate, small LED lantern, and a box containing towels, soap, shampoo, and the other minor necessities of life. Antony was out first, and immediately undressed. He was in a position where he didn't have to wear clothes, and he was unwilling to squander that opportunity. He laid out their pad, unfolded their sleeping bags, and hung their lantern on the branch of a tree off to the side. That was the extent of their preparations.

It was time for Diana to practice. "Get undressed, and come here, Diana", he said, sitting cross legged on the pad. "Hands and knees in front of me". The scent of her body, signaling his daughter was with pup had grown perceptibly stronger over the last several hours, and for the first time, he detected the diminished pheromones that marked her as in heat...very subtle, and it would be another week, at least before his daughter was completely out of heat. We watched her strip...so very unconcerned about being naked in front of her father...adding her clothes to Antony's which he'd stuffed in to the back of the Rover. He positioned her in front of him, hands directly below her shoulders, her knees an equal distance apart....visibly struggling to focus on the task at hand, and not urgent desire to take his daughter right then and there. "Ok", he said, voice rather shaky, "Center of your back...concentrate on that feeling".

She had rest, she had food, and with the moon just past full, it's pull still so strong on the both of them, he had high hopes she could come very close to shifting...consciously...for the first time. Antony got to his knees, and ran his hands down Diana's back, and over the shapely curve of her bottom, "Now...try Diana".

 

[Cereus]

Antony had one hand at the back of Diana's neck, the other between her thighs covering the soft warm lips of her pussy...try as he might, just touching his daughter's body was something he couldn't resist doing...and he had given up fighting against. He found his daughter's clit with one probing finger, still thick, and engorged with blood, hiding shyly beneath it's soft feminine hood. She was still very much in heat, still wet, and ready to be mounted by her mate, deliciously scented, her body perfuming the air around her with chemical markers that only another werewolf could detect, and a scent that Antony could not ignore. It was nearly impossible to fight against the urgent desire to just fuck Diana, again, and again, to the point of physical exhaustion.

As long as she was in heat, it was an itch that he could never thoroughly scratch, a hunger that would never be sated. Antony was very much a slave to his animal nature...he wanted her, constantly, and that burning desire was almost painful. He blinked, his eyes flashed orange gold, as he struggled to control himself...he had to talk his daughter through her first conscious 'shift', the pretty girl had to learn, and the only one of her kind to teach her was him. She wriggled beneath him, and he felt her body relax as she concentrated..."Good girl, Diana", he rumbled softly.

Her eyes were first, suddenly flashing bright green. She was so close...he could feel it, the slight tremor in her body, the purring growl that spilled from her throat...she was on the edge, not trying to force a shift, but inviting it. Sable fur sprouted down the center of her gracefully bowed back, a soft whimper, only to fade away. "Again, kitten", he urged her, "Don't give up, don't try to force it".

She turned and looked up at him, nodding silently, then closed her eyes. Her body trembled slightly, and again sable fur sprouted down the center of her back, thick and full...and all at once, it happened. He felt her change, her body shifted...no longer a naked teenage girl, but a wolfess...one with his pup, slumbering in Diana's womb....ready to run, and hunt....and kill.

"Yes...we can", Antony responded to her, "Stay behind me, and to my right". He would need to know exactly where she was, and until his lovely Diana learned to lead the hunt, she would remain behind him, watching and learning from her father's example. Antony shifted, shaking gently as slate gray fur clothed his body. No more talking...at least for him. He lifted his snout, and tested the air....mule deer had been through the area recently, a couple of black bears, some feral pigs, numerous coyotes, and one mountain lion. Unfortunately, none had passed through their campsite in the last two days. They'd have to track them down.

Antony turned and glanced at his daughter, nodding his shaggy head...then he was off, bounding across the alluvial scrabble that floored their valley, sniffing, and smelling, letting his nose lead them....meat, fresh and red, and bloody...that meal was out there, Antony was going to lead Diana to it. He turned hard right, leaping across the creek, and racing up the side of the crumbling hill....mule deer....their scent was strong, fresh....close...deliciously enticing.

Then he found the male. He skidded to a stop, so quickly that Diana plowed into him. His lips curled up to expose his deadly fangs, hair bristling, and rising down his back, and across his body. Antony lifted his snout, tasting the air....he'd gone that way, over the ridge...recently. He turned to Diana, growling. He blinked at her, then turned, and raced down the slope...Diana forgotten for the moment...there was another male, and Antony was going to find him, and kill him.

 

[Cereus]

The male's coat was snowy white, his coarser, longer, outer fur a bloody rust red, blue eyes...nearly equal to Antony in size, fangs bared as he paced a slow circle around the pair, doing exactly what Antony would have done....looking for a weakness to exploit. His intent was singularly focused on one goal...eliminate Antony, and claim the female for himself....it was not uncommon for a newly pregnant female to self abort when another larger, stronger male claimed her, going almost immediately back into heat. Antony pivoted, slowly, claws digging deep furrows in the stony ground, ready to pounce, should an opening reveal itself. The scent of the male stung, and burned, as his eyes tracked his foe....he detected a slight limp, left side....which was odd, as it was something he taught his own children to do...provide a false opening, fake a weakness, draw an attack...and....he lifted his snout to the air, and howled, long and low. Antony backed away from the male, dropping his head, and growling, snapping his jaws, trying pointlessly to speak. He felt/heard/smelled Diana behind him, backing away from the two males, confused.

Antony sat, eyes on his foe, watching as the male's muscles bunched under his coat, ready to spring at him. He shifted, and called out, "Michael!". That stopped him...Michael whined softly, taking several steps back. The immediate danger past, Antony turned around, and beckoned Diana forward. "Michael", he repeated, much softer, "I thought you were in Canada...with Theresa". Michael sat, a respectful distance from his father....it had been....at least 30 years since the two had seen each other. "I was", he said, talking to Antony, but with his eyes following Diana, "It didn't work out...two other males...". He didn't have to finish the sentence. He'd been driven away, and Theresa, his first mate, had stayed with the strongest, largest male.

Antony nodded...it was a rough life, there were no guarantees, and Theresa had elected to remain with the male she believed would best see to her, and her pup's well being. Michael nodded toward Diana. "She's in heat, and pregnant", he said. Antony nodded, grinning..."Yes, mine, and my mate. This is Diana, your sister". Michael turned, and studied her, trying hard to ignore her alluring scent. "She has Mom's eyes", he said simply....Antony gave a subtle shake of his head, and Michael deftly changed the subject, with a raised eyebrow...fully intending to ask about his Mother at a later time. "There are deer", he said, turning and pointing his snout up the long rocky ridge behind them, "The rest of the game is about gone".

Diana moved up beside her father, and sat, leaning against her mate, eyes still on the younger male. "Bear", Antony said, with a glance to his left, back toward his and Diana's campsite, "He's close". Michael nodded, "He's big, not a black bear. I think he's a grizzly...I've been saving him". Antony turned to his daughter, and whispered softly, "Shift, kitten....you're driving him mad". She did, almost at once. Antony felt a soft shiver from her body, and then she was his naked teenage daughter again. Michael's eyes were still on her, and there was only one way to give him any relief. Antony sighed...it was son, after all, Diana was already pregnant...he turned, and kissed his naked daughter on her lips, "Diana, let Michael mount you".