17 years old
My body is alight with tingling sensations which haven’t subsided since Daddy put his face between my legs, then forced me to suck his cock. I’ve seen his dick before. I like to watch him have sex with Mama, and I know how big it is. But when it’s in your mouth, it’s completely different.
The satin feel of the skin is so surprising because it’s wrapped around something hard and unyielding. I wanted him to put it inside of me, but he refused, his disgust penetrating the lust around us. But at least I got to taste his cum. He barely thrusted between my lips when his fluid splashed against my tongue and the back of my throat. It was salty, bitter, and kind of unpleasant, but it was Daddy’s and that’s all that matters.
He’s adamant about finding me a husband, and that means I’ll have to work on my charms to convince him he should be my husband. Why can’t Mama and I share him? Sure, it’s uncommon to have such a situation nowadays, but it’s not unheard of. Mama will just have to learn how to share … or else.
Besides, she’s becoming old and sickly. Unlike Daddy, who took down two bucks and a bear. We didn’t find a boar, but whatever. Mama can do without, she wouldn’t cook it right, anyway.
We’re making our way back to the crumpled concrete foundation, which means I only have one more night to convince Daddy to love me like a wife. He doesn’t need to find me a husband.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, his words sounding self-deprecating.
“Just feeling bad about not finding a boar for Mama.” I bat my lashes at him.
“Oh.” He deflates with relief, throwing me another look from the side of his eye. “She’ll be okay. She knew that would be a long shot.”
The forest slowly turns into sporadic dead trees, then the grass begins to thin out, gradually transforming into the reddened dirt I’m so used to.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Bevie?” I clench my jaw at the use of my childhood nickname.
“Why don’t we move to the woods?”
“It’s okay to hunt there, but we never stay longer than a night. There are creatures in there who suffered from the blast and could be a danger.”
“I’ve never seen any creatures.” My brows crinkle in thought.
“They hide while we hunt, but if we were to stay there, they may fight to reclaim what they feel they own.” He shrugs. “Besides, it’s better to be around people like us. Our small tribe works together to maintain our town, and we fight together when other tribes try to steal from us.”
“I see.” I chew on my lip.
“We’ll find you a husband in the tribe.” He nods, sending a wave of ice water over me. I don’t want a fucking husband who isn’t Daddy.
I open my mouth to tell him just that when he points ahead, his finger aiming at the crumbling structure.
“We made it, Bevie.”
It also means we’ll be home soon, and the thought leaves me with a heavy heart. I will have to work hard to convince him to claim me tonight, like our tribe did for our village, and then, when suitors come along, he’ll fight them off instead of giving me away.
I need Daddy to claim me like he did Mama.
We pull into the large compound, and Daddy jumps out to unload our bedrolls. I’m tired of sleeping on the hard ground, but I’m not excited about going home. We eat the last of our dried meat and berries, and Daddy begins to softly hum, filling the surrounding air with a soothing melody. I tip my head back and look at the sky. It’s hard to see the moon and stars through the murky clouds, but they’re there.
“Daddy.” I swallow down the sudden case of nerves. “We’ll be home tomorrow, and it saddens me.”
“Why, Bevie?”
“Can you please call me Beverly? Especially while we’re out here?” I stare into his icy blues and watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“Okay.”
“Thank you for showing me a few duties the wife has to do for her husband, but I want it all.”
“No, Beverly.” He shakes his head.
“What if my husband is mean? What if he hurts me … in bed?” I move to straddle his waist. “How will I ever know true pleasure?” My mouth skims against his, his breath warm on my face.
“Beverly,” he groans, his head tipping back, exposing his thick neck. I grind down into his lap while I run my tongue along his salty skin.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg. “I want my first time to be with someone I trust, someone I love.”
I see the moment he gives in to his most primal urges. His eyes flare with heat and his hands grab my ass roughly, dragging me closer to his hardening cock.
“It won’t be sweet.” His words are clipped, sounding angry. “But you’ll always remember just who you belong to.”
His mouth latches onto mine roughly, his teeth breaking open the flesh of my lips, and our tongues reveling in the iron taste of our blood. Our blood. My shirt is ripped from my body, the fabric worn and old, then I pull his shirt over his head, just to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.
The soothing feeling is ripped from me as he grips my hair and yanks my head back, his eyes looking harsh. “Stand up,” he demands.
My heart sinks as I look into the eyes of a feral man, but my pussy warms in my pants. I stand just like he asks and gasp when he ferociously rips my pants down my legs. His nose lands on the apex of my thighs as he takes a deep breath, groaning at my scent. Next my panties are torn from my body, the threadbare material tossed over his head, and then his mouth is once again on my most private parts.
His tongue flicks against that sensitive part of me, making my knees weak, and when he spreads my ass cheeks, dipping his fingers inside, it makes me feel like I’m about to combust.
“Daddy,” I moan, not sure what I need or how to ask for it.
“Lie on your back.” His voice is rough, scraping through the fear that’s currently taking my mind hostage.
I lie back on my bedroll, feeling the tension in my legs causing my muscles to twitch. But Daddy doesn’t care as he strips out of his pants, his enormous cock jutting out straight.
“It’s going to hurt, Beverly.” It almost sounds like a sneer when he says my name, and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to be punished. “Open those legs and let me see my wet little pussy.”
I pull up my knees, bending my legs so he has enough room to kneel at the end of my bedroll, then I let them fall apart, showing him how turned on I am.
“I can’t prepare you more.” His voice is filled with warning, but his mouth parts in a sinister grin. “You need to feel every inch of what you’ve been begging for.”
He falls between my legs, hiking one up and over his waist, spreading me open wider. His cock nudges a part of me that’s never been touched like this.
“Look at me,” he growls, his hand wrapping around my chin. “After this, Beverly, we never speak of it, never succumb to its lure again. Do I make myself clear?”
I nod, although I don’t agree. Then he’s pushing inside of me, ripping me in two with his girth and not stopping to ease up the pain. I scream as the feeling intensifies, and yet he continues, breaking through the resistance deep inside of me. He pauses, and when I open my eyes to look at him, he chuckles.
“I’m not even halfway.”
He’s enjoying the pain I’m exuding, and he’s wanting to draw out a little more as he grabs my narrow waist, slamming himself in the rest of the way. The pain nearly causes me to pass out, and when he begins to move, I feel wetness between my thighs. He leans up and looks down to where we’re connected, whistling softly under his breath.
“There’s so much blood,” he says in awe. “Your Daddy made a mess of your pretty little pussy.”
How those words slowly transform my pain into pleasure is beyond me, but when he moves again, I can feel the tingling sensations. The same ones I had when he licked and sucked me before.
He falls forward, his hands locking above my head and his cock in as deep as he can get. “Bevie,” he whispers into my ear. “I need to come, regardless of your pain. I need to come.”
Then he pounds into me, the harsh thrusts jerking me upward with each rut, and I slowly feel my bedroll inch away from beneath me, exposing the soft skin of my back to the unforgiving dirt. Still, he doesn’t let up. His grunts of pleasure, and the flexing of his shoulder’s muscles keep me fixated as he searches out his release.
The sweat drops from his chest onto my face, their salty flavor hitting my lips, and still, he keeps going. I can’t deny there’s a little pleasure in the sea of pain, but right now, this is about him claiming me. That’s okay, because I want to be his wife.
He suddenly pulls out, startling me to move up onto my elbows, and I watch as his hand vigorously jerks his blood-soaked cock. After a few pumps, he groans my name, and shoots his cum all over my stomach, the white ropes thick and warm.
“Happy now, Beverly?” His eyes are narrowed on mine.
Immensely.