This is a work of fiction. All Characters are 18 or older.
Ink, Sex, Magic: A Tale in Five Parts.
Part III. Bonds, Deals and Pacts.
I woke up in the bed I now shared with Kiernan, aching all over from my last work out, and around my upper arm where I'd gotten my most recent tattoo. The details of the night before had been blurred by the dense blanket of sleep that descended on me like a fog after my countless orgasms. By the time I 'd roused myself, brushed my teeth, and padded downstairs in one of his old Altar Of Plagues T-shirts, Kiernan had apparently run a marathon and was chugging down a bottle of water by the fridge.
I stood there admiring how sexy he looked in just a pair of well fit Under Armor shorts and sneakers, rivulets of sweat running down his chiseled muscles. In addition to his intentional body art, there were scars of varying size and discoloration, but I thought they made him even more appealing. They were the brands given to him by life, and I wondered if I'd ever know all of the stories his body had to tell.
"Mornin' sunshine. Enjoying the view," he teased tossing the empty bottle in the sink and drying his face off with the towel around his neck.
"Good morning indeed... How long have you been up?"
"Maybe an hour," he said, loading a coffee pod in the machine for me. "I have a lot of errands to run today." Avoiding my quizzical look, my father started concocting a protein shake that looked tasty until he added two raw eggs. I guess it didn't take his cock for him to make me gag after all.
"Can I come too? I won't take long to get ready, if I can join you in the shower." Kiernan grinned, eyes drifting down to see the stiff nubs capping my breasts. "Hmm, I don't think us taking a shower together would end up being a time saver, love. Besides, where I'm going is not a place for the uninitiated."
I pouted, but mainly because I couldn't take a shower with him. For a moment I was assailed with the whirring grind of the blender.
"How does your tat feel?" he asked when it ceased, going to the sink to wash his hands.
"Tender. Sore."
"Let Daddy see."
Coming close to him, I rolled up the sleeve of the soft cotton t-shirt, suffused with his scent.
Kiernan swept the stray hairs away from my arm and peeled the plastic wrap away, lightly prodding the area as he did. "Looks good. I'll put some more bacitracin on it before I go." Careful not to brush his coarse, sweaty chest against me, he held me around my waist, hands splayed over my lower tummy but didn't quite reach my mons. "And what about you, Li? How are you feeling?"
"Very, very, relaxed. Last night was..."
"I know."
"Especially when you...um..."
"I
know
," he growled, biting my shoulder, twitching hard-on pressing against my mildly sore ass. Biting me once more on the neck, eliciting a girlish shriek, he let me go and swatted me playfully.
Not caring that he was sweaty, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, lapping the lush sides of his mouth and dancing with his tongue. I captured his bottom lip between my teeth as I pulled away, leaving it looking flush and plump.
"Are you sure you have to leave so early, Daddy?"
"Yes, my greedy kitten. If I didn't, we'd still be in bed. Now, I'm going to take a cold shower so crash at your own peril."
"No fair," I grumbled after him watching his spectacular glutes and calves flex as he walked away.
Feeling ravenous as well as horny, I rummaged around to make myself oatmeal and a cup of coffee, nibbling on a leftover strawberry and reminiscing about the first time we really kissed. Sitting at the bar height dining table, I'd just started tucking in when I heard a nearby buzzing. It really wasn't my intention to snoop, but I did reach into the pocket of his motorcycle jacket, hanging conveniently on the chair next to me.
A text had popped up on the screen from someone named Morrigan:
Can't wait to meet you for drinks K. Still sore from the other night so I'll need them!
My heart skipped a beat. In a slight state of shock, I replaced the phone in his jacket-pocket as I was swept under an avalanche of speculation. I'd fallen in love with my father and he was off to go fuck another woman like it was a beer run. I guessed the first thing on his to-do list was a real woman. He
had
been having sex with me out of pity or guilt or lust or boredom or a Freudian mix. Or to screw a simulacrum of his one true love.
And why would he fall for me? A man like Kiernan needed a woman (or women) who could satisfy his indefatigable libido, who was sophisticated and self-contained, who could be his other half and bear his legacy. I envisioned Morrigan as this goddess- willowy, graceful, luscious curves and long lines; a perfect golden flame. Then, after only a few scalding sips of coffee and one tasteless bite of oatmeal, I threw out my breakfast and went back to bed.
I cried pathetically, wishing I'd heeded his advice and never fed him my forbidden fruit. My pillow was soaked when he rapped lightly on the partition of my fake bedroom. I wiped my eyes on my pillow, made sure my fanny was covered, and called out for my father to come in.
"There you are. Why'd you come in here babe?" The bed mattress creaked slightly when he sat down. He smelled so fresh out of the shower clean and down to earth masculine; so good that it hurt, like everything about my father. The way he massaged my scalp was torture.
"This bed doesn't have cum on the sheets."
"Oh. You got plans before work today?" Kiernan inquired before applying a dab of cool unguent on my arm with his hot hands.
"Not really," I muttered, trying not to respond to his touch.
"After?"
"Not yet." I yawned, hoping to disguise my clipped responses with fatigue.
"Are you sure you're okay, my love?"
"I'm just tired."
"Do you want to go out to eat tonight?" he ventured to ask.
"Maybe."
Having finished with tattoo maintenance, my father's hand wandered over to my back and lower, to the swell of my ass and down to my cleft. It took great effort not to present my cunt. "And do you need anything from me before I go?" He cupped me with his palm, only needing to feel the heat I was radiating to know that I needed him.
"No thank you, Kier." I tried to decline his pity-sex in such a way that I didn't seem upset.
"Hmm...Well call me if anything comes to mind. I love you, Lili." He buried his nose in my hair, kissing me in a fatherly way.
"Love you too." The words cracked along with my heart.
***
I waited fifteen minutes after I was sure he was gone before getting dressed and putting myself together so I wouldn't completely embarrass Jen when I visited her at work. She was one of the curators of a gallery called Esoterica, and as soon as I showed up, she could tell something was wrong.
"I'm going to take a smoke break," Jen informed her Glamazon coworker, who nodded without looking up from her phone.
We went back to the little back alleyway behind the building. Jen lit a couple of cigarettes and handed one of them to me. Normally I wouldn't have accepted, but I was too distraught not too. I told her what had happened, insofar as I could- that Kiernan and I were sleeping together and he'd recently asked me to move in with him and I was head over heels, but that morning I'd found a text from some bitch that sent me in a tailspin.
"Am I just being paranoid?"
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