Of Daughters and Mates

Rebekkah Jacobs stretched as she got out of her car in front of her father's cabin. The drive down through the Appalachians was always longer than she remembered. The sun was starting to set in the western Georgia sky. With a shake of her head, she popped the trunk and pulled out her travel suitcase. She could get the rest of her stuff later.

The cabin's door swung open at her knock. Unlocked. Not a surprise. After all, there was no one else around for at least a mile. "Dad?" Rebekkah called out as she stepped inside. Silence greeted her. His truck was out front, so he was home, but perhaps not

at

home. He could be out fishing or hunting or any number of other activities, and she did stop by unannounced, after all.

With a shrug, she wheeled her luggage into the spare bedroom. A yawn struck her. Rebekkah stretched again, feeling the long hours of driving catching up to her. She glanced over at the door, partly open, then shook her head. No reason to close it; she was too tired even to take her clothes off. A minute later, Rebekkah curled up on the bed, and darkness soon claimed her.

The scuff of something hard scraping across wooden flooring woke Rebekkah. A glance outside showed that night had fallen during her nap. "Dad?" she called out in a groggy voice.

Scfff. Tak-tak. Tak-tak.

Rebekkah sat up with a frown. She glanced out the window again, then froze, the color draining from her face. The moon crested the top of the pine forest, bathing the yard in silvery light. The

full

moon. "Oh, shit," she whispered to herself, realizing the enormity of her mistake. She'd gotten out of the habit of tracking the moon's phases while she was away at college. It hadn't been important since she wasn't a werewolf herself.

Not like her father.

As fast as she dared and as quiet as she could, Rebekkah got up and moved to the door. It was still ajar from her earlier arrival. She cursed her laziness now. She'd be safe if she could get the door closed and locked before her father made it into the room. In his wolf form, he wouldn't be able to get in, and in his half-shift, he'd have enough presence of mind to avoid her.

When a long, black-and-grey snout nudged the door open, those plans dissolved away. Rebekkah froze again, mind racing. That was her dad, alright. She'd recognize him anywhere, in any form. She'd seen this wolf plenty of times growing up--while her mom was still alive. After Hazel's death six years ago, her father always went away on a three-day trip around the full moon, saying it wouldn't be safe for him to be around her. He never specified the danger she'd be in, but it wasn't hard to guess.

Werewolves were no less intelligent in their wolf form, but it manifested differently. Her father's wolf was not her father, despite sharing his body. He had his own goals and motivations, and Rebekkah couldn't be sure what they were. She was an intruder in his territory, and lone wolves were more prickly about such things than established packs.

Her father's wolf would have full control of their shared body with the moon full. He couldn't wrest control back like he could on other days. Whatever the wolf wanted, it would pursue regardless of his efforts. The best he could do would be to try and reason with his alter ego, and that was only if Bekkah's father was paying attention. She knew he sometimes "took the night off" as a form of stress relief, especially after her mother's death. If this were one of those nights...

Still, it was the only thing she could think to try. "Dad, it's me, Rebekkah. Your little angel, remember?" She couldn't keep the nervous quaver from her voice. "Talk to Moony, Dad. Don't let this happen."

She backed up. The huge form of her father's wolf advanced in step with her. His shoulders reached Rebekkah's waist, and his chest was broader than hers. Two hundred and fifty pounds of feral muscle, at least. Lupine lips parted in a doggy grin, and a long, pink tongue emerged as the shaggy wolf panted.

"Woofy," she tried again when she felt the bed against the back of her legs, using her baby name for the wolf. "Woofy, come on, you're starting to scare me." Those golden eyes showed no hint of mercy. "Daddy--" Rebekkah started to say again, only to cut off with a shriek as the wolf lunged forward. Her eyes widened in terror, then screwed shut.

A wet tongue slathered Rebekkah's face with slimy moisture. She froze, then sagged with relief. He was still inside there, after all. It'd be okay. She opened her eyes and scratched her father's wolf behind the ears as he continued to bathe her face in his saliva. "Down boy," she said, spluttering as a lupine tongue lashed between her lips.

Rebekkah turned her head to the side, denying entrance, and the wolf's writhing, squirming appendage found her neck instead. A shiver went down her spine at the sensation. She never let people touch her neck. It was one of her worst weak points, and her father's canine tongue was lapping away at her smooth skin. She shifted her grip on the wolf's head, trying to push him away, but he was too big, too heavy, and having far too good a time for her to succeed.

Within seconds, Rebekkah found herself back to scratching her father's head. She couldn't help it. It felt so good. She tilted her neck, baring more skin to his hot tongue and cold nose. A soft, traitorous moan bubbled up from her chest, followed by a rush of blood to her cheeks.

"No, Woofy, stop," she whined. She couldn't believe she was getting turned on at a time like this. Her thighs rubbed together, already outside her ability to control them. Finally, she gathered the willpower to tighten her fingers in the scruffy fur around her father's neck and push his head away. "I'm happy to see you, too, Woofy," she said with a smile as she turned her face toward him.

A low rumbling growl made Rebekkah freeze. With the doggy tongue-bath, she thought her father had recognized her and exerted some influence, but no. If anything, those golden eyes looked even less human than they had before. The only thing lurking in those primal depths was feral desire. Another growl accompanied the wolf's lips curling up to reveal pointed canine teeth. Then he lunged forward again.

The wolf's mouth snapped against Rebekkah's shoulder, and she screamed, then again as he shook his head from side to side. His teeth weren't locked in her skin, but rather her blouse, and it only took him a moment to tear it to shreds and pull it off her body. He lowered his head and grabbed the band of her bra in its teeth. "No!" Rebekkah shouted. "That's--" expensive, she started to say, but it was pointless now as the custom-made garment snapped in two and ripped away from her breasts.

"Bad wolf!" Rebekkah tried. She heaved against her father's shoulders, but there was no mistaking who was stronger here. He paid her efforts no mind as he lowered his massive head and snuffled at her chest. A cold, wet nose nuzzled into her cleavage, followed by a streak of warmth as his tongue tasted her skin.

"Noooo," Rebekkah wailed, knowing what was about to happen. If her neck was a vulnerable point, her nipples were a self-destruct button. She'd grown up hearing girls with smaller chests than hers making catty comments about there being the same number of nerve endings on boobs of all sizes, so smaller ones were more sensitive per square inch. If so, Rebekkah pitied those girls.

A canine tongue swept across her peak, and Rebekkah's back arched into the sensation as fiery heat bloomed within her. She moaned and twisted under her father's oral assault, her hands now pulling his head closer instead of pushing him away. A thick fog obscured her thoughts as she writhed under the relentless, sensuous assault.

At least

, a tattered thought came to her,

he's not going to eat me

.

"Ooh," Rebekkah cooed. She knew this was bad in so many ways. Her father--in wolf form, no less--feasted on her breasts. If she didn't find a way to stop him soon, she had no doubt he'd end up fucking her. And with her so aroused... her mind shuddered at the implications. But still, she couldn't help but push herself into the warm, wet tongue lapping away at her nipples.

Time passed in a haze for Rebekkah as her father's wolf exploited her vulnerability with ruthless intensity. He drove her so high that she let out a wordless noise of complaint and tried to pull him back into place when his head pulled back. Of course, her strength served her no better now than it had since the start of this encounter.

Still dazed by the pleasure thrumming through her body, Rebekkah didn't react right away when her father shoved his head between her thighs. After all, they'd long since splayed apart thanks to his amorous attentions. She didn't look down until she felt teeth against her groin. Her bunched-up skirt obscured her sight for a moment before her father's head emerged, tugging her panties down her legs with him.

A jolt of adrenaline shot through her system. Rebekkah kicked out and managed to hit her father in the snout with one foot. She pushed off the bed, panic filling her, and stepped toward the door. A heartbeat later, she realized her mistake, but it was too late. Her panties twisted around her feet, and she toppled to the floor face-first. Rebekkah managed to get her hands under her to soften the impact, and it only took a moment to kick her feet free of the thin, damp cloth tangling them together.

A moment was all the wolf needed to act. A huge, broad paw pressed against Rebekkah's lower back, pinning her to the floor. She tried to push against it, to squirm away, to get through the door and close it, but it was no use. Now she was in a worse position than ever--lying prone on the floor, the dusty wood cold against her hard nipples, only a few shreds of her blouse and skirt remaining of her clothes. Her wet, inflamed nether lips glistened in the cool night air, exposed to all and sundry. Her father didn't hesitate.

The same warm, wet tongue that brought Rebekkah such pleasure by lapping at her neck and nipples now burrowed into the heat emanating from between her legs. "Nooo," she complained again, a helpless inevitability filling her as the wolf found her clit and lashed it back and forth.

As scared as she was, as terrified of the consequences, Rebekkah couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Her father's tongue felt better than anyone else who'd ever gone down on her. He seemed to know exactly when, where, and how to lick her, and it was so

long

. Moans and groans filled the room, torn from Rebekkah's lungs as her father's wolf drove her toward a climax with expert skill.

Some small part of Rebekkah felt hope as her orgasm approached. If she could come now, maybe she could hold out when her father mounted her. If she could keep control of herself until he finished rutting her, there was a chance to come out of this without hitting the worst-case scenario.

So, Rebekkah gave herself over to the pleasure. Spread her legs wider and pushed back against her father's canine tongue. Reached down and pushed her breasts up until she could wrap her own lips around her nipples. Even slid a hand between her legs to rub her clit in between her father's long, decadent tongue-strokes.

Closer, she urged herself. Closer, her father propelled her. Rebekkah could feel her orgasm approaching, could see the light at the end of the tunnel. She moaned, wanton, wanting. Her fingers flew across her nubbin. Her eyes closed as the sensations rose within her belly. Then, the tongue between her legs vanished.

Rebekkah's eyes shot open, instinctively knowing what was coming. She pushed against the floor with her hands, rising up, scrabbling away, but the beast was faster. His paws hooked around her shoulders and a hot, heavy, hairy weight pressed against her back. Worse--

better

, a treacherous, horny thought fluttered through her mind--something hard prodded at her pussy's entrance.

"Woofy, please!" Rebekkah was desperate now. This couldn't happen. It couldn't. "I'm too close, you can't do this, you'll make me come. Please," and then there was pressure and something long and hard filling her. She clenched down on the intruder as white-hot pleasure-terror swelled within her.

Oh, God, he was so big. Rebekkah was no virgin--no woman with tits like hers had any problem attracting partners--but never had anyone filled her the way Woofy was doing. She could feel her walls parting around his tapered shaft, every new inch forcing her farther apart, making her conform to his shape. And it wasn't width alone. His dick seemed to go on and on and

on

, digging deeper than she'd ever felt anything not made of silicone.

"Uh," Rebekkah uttered, eloquence taking a temporary hiatus in the face of the pleasure threatening to overwhelm and doom her. "Oh, God," as a long, hard cock withdrew from her depths. She could feel her walls clinging to him, trying to keep him inside her where he felt so good. He pulled back until his narrow, pointed tip nestled at her entrance, then lunged forward.

"Fuck!" Rebekkah shrieked and bucked back against her lupine lover. She couldn't think of it as rape, even with the torn remnants of her clothes still clinging to her. Even with the wolf ignoring her protests and burying himself inside her wet depths. Moonbeam's-Shadow--Woofy--could have been far more forceful in his attentions. Even now, he was taking care to keep his claws from scratching her skin.

Rebekkah knew her father and his wolf both loved her, each in their specific ways, and she loved them. This was her fault, her mistake in coming unannounced during the full moon. Men, humans, she required to keep their lust to themselves, but she couldn't expect the same from a wild animal. Not even one as intelligent as the wolf covering her now.

She was a young, fertile--a shudder went through her as the thought swam through Rebekkah's emotional haze--female in his territory, and he was a powerful, mateless wolf in his prime. Things would've been different if she hadn't had the thought to surprise him. Her father would have gone deep into the woods before the moon-shift overwhelmed him. He would've been nowhere near the cabin when she arrived, would've stayed away until morning.

But those recriminations were irrelevant now. Now, Rebekkah moaned like a bitch in heat, deliciously helpless to prevent the ecstasy from rising within her. "Moonshadow, you have to stop," she whimpered, knowing it was useless but needing to try. "You can't make me come, Dad. Oh, fuck, please don't make me come." Even as she pleaded with him, Rebekkah bucked backward to meet the wolf's thrusts. His swollen knot pressed against her clit at the apex of each rapid movement, and the pressure sent her spiraling ever higher.

"Daddy, please. Please. Oh, God, Daddy, you're doing it. I'm gonna come. I'm, ohfuck, oh Woofy, no, I'm coming, I'm coming, ohfuckDaddy, nonononoooooohhhh." Her father's earlier attentions took their toll on Rebekkah. When those deadly jaws closed around the back of her neck, it was too much.

Pleasure crashed through Rebekkah's mind, consuming her in molten rapture. She cried out repeatedly as she shook and twisted and pushed herself back into the animalistic dick propelling her to such heavenly heights. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she felt the first part of the mate bond flare to life within her.

A rhythmic pulsing nudged at Rebekkah's thoughts, demanding entrance, acceptance, submission. It took her a few heartbeats to recognize the rhythm. It matched the pace and intensity of the lupine hips pounding against her ass.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy," she moaned, "I can feel you. You're fucking my mind." The teeth around her neck tightened, pricking her skin. "You're going to do it, aren't you? You're going to make me yours. Your mate." Both the cock in her pussy and the mental probe slammed against her in response. "You can't come in me, Woofy, please. Please don't do this to me."

A low growl sent dangerous tingles up and down her spine, and the throbbing in her head made it hard to think, but Rebekkah pushed on. "Please, Daddy, I'll always be your little angel. Oh, God. Daddy. Please, Woofy, you don't have to do this. Don't make me your mate."

He was already halfway through the needed steps. Rebekkah had already come on her father's cock, and his teeth were one muscle contraction from drawing her blood. All it would take then was his orgasm inside her. Then she'd be his, body, mind, and soul for the rest of her life. And, since she was human, it'd be one-sided.

A mating bond between two werewolves was a mutual concession of control, a symbiotic relationship making both stronger. A were mating with a human was no such thing, regardless of which genders those involved were. The werewolf was always dominant. Their mate changed, their mind reshaping itself until their mate was of foremost importance.

Rebekkah knew it wouldn't be as bad as it sounded. Her dad had always been attentive toward her mother, supporting her hobbies and encouraging her to make friends. He wouldn't rule over her like a tyrant, but rule, he would.

Would it even be so bad? If I can get fucked like this every day, why would I want anything else?

The strange, stray thought filled Rebekkah with warmth before she shook her head. "Oh, God, Daddy, I can feel it happening. I can feel it forming." She panted against the dusty floor as her father's canine cock continued conquering her. Between the dual assault on her pussy and psyche, Rebekkah could feel another orgasm approaching.

"Don't come, Daddy," she begged as she writhed beneath him. "Don't come in my pussy. Don't fill your daughter up with your hot, thick seed. Please, Daddy, don't make me pregnant with my own brother or sister." Despite her birth control, a child would come of this. Somehow, someway, a new couple's first mating always produced an heir.

"You're going to breed me, Daddy. I'll be your little pregnant angel. All yours, unable to even think of anyone else." Rebekkah was no longer certain whether she was asking her father to stop or egging him on. It didn't matter. The wolf's intentions were clear. He'd caught her. Now she was his. His magnificent erection thrust deep inside Rebekkah's willing body. His presence burrowed into her mind, filling her with love and devotion.

Rebekkah needed him now. Needed him to finish the job. To feel her father's giant knot push past her nether lips and lock inside her while he coated her womb in his seed. "Please, Daddy," she moaned. "Please, ohfuck." She felt his mind-cock plunging deeper into her, dislodging thoughts and emotions, forcing her brain to conform to his desires the same way his dick reshaped her pussy.

The best, worst part was how amazing it felt. Rebekkah's love for her father grew with every pulse, as did her certainty in his love for her. How could he not? She was his most-valued possession, raised from his loins for his pleasure. He made her, and now he was staking his claim on her very being.

"Daddy! Again! I'm coming for you again! Please, Daddy!" It was clear to her now what she needed. "Please, please, make me yours. Bite me, Woofy, and fill me with all of your love." Teeth pierced her flesh a little, just enough to draw blood, and Rebekkah lost herself in ecstasy. She was his, his, she belonged to her father, the man she loved more than life itself. All he needed to do was fill her, breed her, mark her body like he'd marked her mind.

With a loud, warbling howl, her father's wolf forced his knot past Rebekkah's swollen pussy lips. Her voice joined his as his cock jerked and pulsed within her, completing the bond, defining her purpose. Impossible pleasure wracked her mind and body as the final seal of her fate closed around her. Trembling, twisting, writhing, Rebekkah sank into her climax as it enveloped her in the darkness of mind-shattered slumber.