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Daniel's wrinkled fingers weave through the boy's black curls and scrape at his scalp.
They've rehearsed this, their little play—Arun as his boy, his son, with a head in his old father's lap. Daniel is hard already, twitching in his jeans, thinking of what's next—it's a rough outline, but their roles are in place. He sees the commitment in Armand's bright eyes. Sees the innocence there, how his adult, vampire body coils inward, how he makes himself smaller for him.
It's proving to be a challenge not to hump into his boy's face when his supple cheek is squeezing right against the bulge. An hour of this; a small lamp by the bed, the small room dark and silent besides Daniel's soft voice, reading a book. When he finishes, he looks back down to Arun who looks like he has not been listening.
"U-Um. I was thinking…" He's fidgeting, fingers curling into his blue pajama shirt. "Daddy, I, um… I heard you and mommy screaming and… And gasping, and I, uh, u-um…"
Daniel pets his head and smiles tenderly.
"You're a curious kiddo, aren't you?" He watches Arun chew at his lip. "We fight sometimes, baby." He shakes his head sadly and Arun's hesitant expression shifts into worry. "Mommy doesn't always… want daddy."
The boy blinks up at him. Shifts in place slightly, cheekbone sliding across the hardness beneath, getting himself more comfortable. He thinks, his face softens, then blinks slower—getting sleepy, tired.
"That's silly, I always want daddy."
"Course you do." The old man's palm caresses the soft cheek and Arun presses harder into it, presses his lips into the lines. Daniel watches him patiently and thinks—pretends to think, to consider, while his heart hammers in his chest, anxiety in his bones. "You want daddy, yeah? Do you wanna… play a little game? Play with me how mommy does? Maybe you'll make daddy happier, hm?"
Arun's eyes widen and he nods, excited. Daniel has to bite down a groan when his face rubs against his erection.
"Okay, baby boy, let's see… It's like… It's acting, really, playing with our bodies."
His thick thumb rubs at Arun's plump bottom lip, rubs for a minute before he slowly sinks it into his mouth. Armand makes himself look surprised, but melts into the touch a second later. This he knows—he sucks at the thumb, sucks it deeper into his throat.
The kid's head is still in his lap, his neck twitching a little now. Daniel sighs quietly and sneaks his other hand down, across the revealed throat, below the collar. His fingers squeeze the muscle on his chest, massage into Armand's pecks.
"Mommy has boobs here, Arun, just like you." Squeezes harder and the boy writhes in his lap. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Mommy's are bigger," he mumbles with the thumb pressing down his tongue. "Are mine okay, papa?"
"Mhm, they're perfect, baby."
Daniel keeps at it for five minutes, ten, stretches it to half an hour, a nail occasionally catching on the hard nipple, fingering the kid's mouth until drool is sliding down his chin. He does it until Arun's eyelids are fluttering closed, sleep threatening to take him away.
"Wanna see something special about daddy?" he asks in a gentle whisper, stirring him awake.
Half-aware, Arun nods. Opens his eyes when he hears the sound of a zipper. They widen when his dad's member springs free, slaps gently against his flushed cheek.
"O-Oh." He blinks, bites his lip. "W-What's that?"
"Touch it, Arun, don't be afraid."
He extends a shaky hand towards the length—from down here, it seems to loom over him, so big and intimidating. His fingertips connect with it, trail across it, across a vein on the tender underside. Daniel watches him explore with innocent curiosity. Swallows a moan when the kid's palm wraps around it. He doesn't know how Armand does it, but he curls his hand in way where his fingers don't touch—too small to wrap around the girth.
"It's just a part of daddy, see? It's a cock. A part for making mommy and daddy feel good."
His face is so close. Daniel's palm pushes lightly at the back of his head, encouraging, until Arun's cheek squeezes against the hardness. The boy gasps—so warm, thick. He cautiously sniffs at it, fascinated.
He looks up at his dad with his huge, innocent eyes, and lets his tongue roll out. He licks at the length, slowly at first, hesitant kitten licks, but gets encouraged by Daniel's wide smile, the wrinkles deepening by the corners of his eyes.
"Yes, baby, that's good. Does it taste good, kiddo?"
"Mhm, it's—it's good, dad." He nods when he pulls away. Arun's palm is pushing harder into it, his neck twisting, a wild sparkle in his eyes. He twists the length towards his mouth and closes his lips over the fat cockhead. Daniel moans this time, loud and needy, as Arun starts sucking at him.
His tongue darts out, prods at the slit, and Daniel is seeing stars, fights not to thrust and hit the back of his throat. He lets Armand do it for a while, forgets for a moment that they're acting, playing father and son. He's getting so hot under his clothes, so needy, watching the mouth contort itself into a small shape, pretending he can't take him any deeper than just the leaking head.
"Am I doing well, papa?" he asks breathlessly once he pulls away.
"Oh, you're perfect, Arun, so much better than mommy."
He smiles, wide and pleased, blinks up at Daniel.
"Uh, when—when will I have a cock like you, daddy?"
Daniel chuckles and can't help it when his hips twitch, his dick smearing precum and spit across the curious kid's cheek. So, so clueless.
"Baby boy, you'll never have a cock," he says and watches with a smile as Arun's expression falls. "You're just like mommy, you know? And that's perfect, you're perfect like this. Let me see, baby, let's look together…"
Arun barely moves, breathless and anxious now, when Daniel moves him off his lap. He moves above him, down the bed, until his thighs are boxing Arun's body in.
"Here, baby." The old man's hand lands on his hips, spreads them wide. Arun's eyes are big as Daniel's palm rubs over the fabric of his privates. Only in his underwear—Daniel pushes the edge of it to the side without asking, buzzing with hunger. "Lookie here, see? That's your pussy."
Arun's chest is falling with heaving breaths now, hands closing on the blanket by his side. He lifts his head lightly, looks at his private parts. He's surprised to see it, it feels… weird. Uncomfortable.
"Why's it wet?" he mumbles, a little scared.
"It's wet because it likes me, baby," Daniel coos and applies a feather touch to his soaked folds. "Your pussy loves daddy's touch, it's excited."
Something in Arun relaxes a bit, has him nodding, but he's still biting at his lip.
"Wanna touch it?"
He shakes his head.
"Alright." The thick finger swipes across the exposed cunt and Arun yelps in surprise when it hits his hardened clit. Daniel repeats it, once, twice, five times, until Arun is gasping into the air. "Your little girl pussy is so pretty, baby."
"'M not a girl," he whimpers, writhing in place, sweating through his shirt.
Daniel clicks his tongue and shakes his head. His finger moves away and his hand wraps around his cock.
"But look, your pussy is so small and my cock is so big. See how different they are?"
The tip of Daniel's dick bumps into the warmth. Arun squeals again, his muscles spasming at the foreign sensation, a warmth spilling inside his guts. Daniel hums quietly, says "shhh", and drags the tip between the folds. Grinds it into his clit.
"I think you're a little girl, Arun."
The boy is shuddering and moaning quietly, trying to swallow the sounds down his throat. His eyes wide and confused still, pure.
"I-I don't think I am—"
Daniel pulls away then, his eyebrows squeezing together. Arun gasps, high-strung with anxiety. He doesn't like to see papa upset, disappointed, no, no, move back, move closer…
"Well, daddy's cock is only for girls." He leans in and his wide palm caresses Arun's cheek. The kid feels like sobbing. He tries to put his lips around dad's thumb, suck it in, but Daniel is shaking his head. He leans over him, then, and Arun jumps when the heavy cock lies on top of his spasming tummy. "Don't you wanna be my little daughter, baby? Want to make daddy feel good?"
When Arun nods, Daniel makes their lips connect. He's surprised—doesn't understand. But goes with it, goes with it when his father's tongue slips into his mouth. He sighs against it, whimpers as the wide, hot muscle pushes at his own, scrapes against his teeth. Almost chokes when it drives further down his throat.
Daniel moans into the pliant, smooth mouth when Arun's tongue fights against him. Christ, so good, so desperate…
"I w-wanna, b-but… I'm nervous, daddy…" The kid squirms under him. "Dunno know…"
Daniel is pulling away with a soft sigh, feels his heavy length drip precum onto the soft stomach below. He's holding Arun's face in his hands, looking at him like a marvel—can't help but grind his hips, the head of his dick pushing into his belly button, sliding higher.
"Aww, baby, it's okay, I'm here." Swipes a finger across his cheekbone. Lowers his face to Arun's chest—pushes his tongue out against the clothed nipple, soaks the shirt with saliva, sucks at the nub until Arun is squirming again. The kid's hands dart out and latch onto his father's gray curls, pulling him closer, closer. "You don't worry about a thing, okay? I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good."
"Y-Yes, okay, okay, dad," he mumbles.
Daniel sucks at his clothed nipples for a bit, drags his fingers across the fabric, all the while his cock hangs heavy above his kid's abdomen—dripping, red, so desperate. Daniel is putting is so much effort not to go insane, to stay gentle, loving.
He moves after a few minutes. Lies down next to Arun, turns off the bedside lamp, and pulls the covers over them. They're completely silent as he undresses Arun, undresses himself—the boy giggles when his fingers slide along his torso, his thighs. Daniel rewards him with a peck on the lips. This time Arun is the one to deepen in, tongue chasing after his dad, eyelids fluttering closed. It doesn't last too long because he pushes at the kid's shoulder, turning him to the side.
Pulls at him, his back to Daniel's chest, and holds him close.
Arun moans quietly, peacefully, a sound of relief and love. He almost forgets about the hardness pressing into his backside; it's so easy to forget everything when his father's lips are ghosting the back of his neck.
"My baby girl," Daniel sighs into the dark curls. It's effortless to pretend now and he knows it's the same for Armand—easier in the darkness. His fingers explore the front of Arun's body, squeezing his small tits, grabbing onto the hipbone, fingers curling around the gorgeous throat. "Ready to be my little girl, Arun?"
"Mhm." He nods, hums, and Daniel can hear the smile in his—her, in her small voice. "'M your girl."
Daniel's hand slides down to her buttcheek, full and warm, and latches on. He massages the soft flesh there, pulls it apart—hears the wet click of her pussy spreading open. Daniel licks along the top line of Arun's shoulder, nuzzles into her, licks at her ears.
Arun's body is buzzing with pleasure and Armand is floating. So far detached, so out of his mind, exactly what he needs. Groped, held, taken care of, in his father's embrace, yes, such sweetness…
She whines with pleasure and shock when Daniel's thick, long cock slides between her thighs. Dad is holding her thigh up for this, but puts it down after, and her legs are squeezing him, pulling him in. The top of his length drags across her pussy, puts delightful pressure on it at last.
Arun is blinking, raises the cover, looks down. The cock looks huge between her shaking legs—Daniel's highs are flush with her butt, as far as they can go. She's admiring it, admiring how it looks, dreaming what it would feel like to have one of her own…
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Her dad whispers against her neck, licks alongside it. "You'll never have a cock like this, baby girl, but that's okay, it's okay. It's better." He sucks into Arun's throat; Arun's hands twitch and flail, he doesn't know what to do with them when the pleasure floods over his mind. "It's better because your pussy can serve daddy, right? It can make me feel so, so good, baby."
Daniel proves it right away. He slowly withdraws his hips. Pushes back in. Arun whines, pathetic and weak, when the head of his cock drags back through the slick folds, so warm, so warm for him… She's choking on a breath when it goes forward—when it bumps into her cute, tiny clit. She reaches back, babbling something incoherent, grabs at dad's strong arms.
Pushes her hips forward and back, so hungry for more.
Daniel doesn't stop. He's thrusting, moaning into his daughter's neck, her thick thighs squeezing his length so nicely.
"Makin' me so wet, baby, feel it? Isn't it so smooth?" Bites onto her throat, sucks in a hickey. "You're making me so wet with your pussy, so good for me, such a good girl."
It goes on for forever, it feels like, until Arun is covered in sweat, spasming in his grasp, so, so close… But he doesn't know, his little mind doesn't understand what's happening. Only knows that it's good, it's so good, so perfect, and that she's being so good for her daddy, making him smile into her neck.
She wants to start crying when Daniel stops, stops right before she feels like a balloon inside her tummy will burst. Her sharp nails sink into Daniel's arm as she tries to move, to repeat the motion, to slide along the cock with her pussy again—
"That's it, baby." Daniel sighs and pats her head. Arun is turning back, wide-eyed, scrambling to latch onto daddy's lips. She's licking into his mouth while Daniel remains motionless, watches her with patience. "My sweet daughter… You can't make me feel any better, okay? The last step is not for you…"
"L-Last? N-Not?" Arun is choking on her own voice, trying to twist her body around, but Daniel keeps her in place. "But I'm good, I'm a good girl, you said I—"
"The last step is only for mommies, baby." Daniel leans in, starts showering the scrunched face in small kisses.
Arun is confused, restless. Her pussy is pulsing so hard, her guts twisting themselves into knots. She reaches down—finds her dad's hard, wet cock under the covers, rubs at the head, tries to push it between her thighs again.
"I can be mommy," she whines and Daniel watches a few lone tears slide down her angelic cheeks. "I'll be mommy, I'll be better than mommy, I can do it, papa, please…"
"Baby… I can only do more if you wanna get pregnant."
Arun freezes, though doesn't stop kneading Daniel's dick in her soft palm. Blinks, licks her lips. Father is petting her hair again, hands roaming around her supple body in comfort. Tears keep sliding down her flushed cheeks.
He knows Arun doesn't understand. But it's okay, he'll explain.
"It's when… When daddy puts his cock inside a pussy. There's a hole deeper in, very warm and soft, and it feels so good for daddy, so good for mommy as well. And then mommy and daddy move together until… until dad's cock shoots special juice deep inside."
"I-Inside… my p-pussy?" breathless, weak voice.
"Yes, pretty girl." Daniel's hand is sliding down her form again and she's gasping when it grabs at her ass. Moans, loud and high, when a thick finger slips inside her cunt without a warning. "Like so." Pulls out—it's rough, rougher than it's been so far, he thrusts it in and back out. "And it has to be done over and over. The pussy needs daddy's juice every day, every night, you see. Until daddy is sure that you're carrying his baby inside."
"Please," she cries out when a second finger plunges into her, pushing her thighs apart as far as they will go. "Please, dad, I need your juice, need—need you to give me t-the baby…"
"My sweet innocence," Daniel is scissoring her open now, but doesn't put too much effort into it. Wants her to be tight, unprepared. His thumb is pushing into her tight asshole, too, putting slick all over it, until it pops in. Arun is so lightheaded he feels he might faint. "You remember when momma was pregnant? Do you know what it means, girl?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes—" Eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Your baby in my tummy, dad, yes, I want your baby—I wanna be a mommy, want you to make me a mommy, papa, please—"
"If you're sure, Arun." Wide smile, bright, predatory, full of love. Daniel sucking her lips into his mouth, pushing his thumb deeper in her ass, scissoring her cunt open. His cock is hard against her backside. "Let's make you a mommy then, okay?"
He gets rough, then, pushes at Arun's shoulder. She yelps when she's thrown face-down into the pillow, when her dad sits on top of her butt, squeezes her into the mattress. But she's not scared, never scared—she's shaking with anticipation, his little daughter, his mommy-to-be, his wife…
Daniel watches as the angelic form humps the mattress, wheezes into the pillow. Her trembling fingers wrap around a blanket, pull it to her lips—she's sucking on it, soothing.
Daniel knows—he can turn his brain off now, he can forget the gentleness. He feels Armand briefly; his lover is falling apart at the seams, about to start screaming, trying to hard to stay still under him. If he could, he could throw Daniel off and fuck himself on his dick with no effort.
But that's not why they're here, doing this.
Daniel's fat cock slides between the slick buttcheeks for a moment. He watches it, stunned in appreciation, admires how gorgeous it looks beneath him even in the darkness, all shapes and smells. Directs it down, at last.
He didn't stretch her enough, he knows, not enough fingers for his baby's tight pussy. He plunges in all the same. His cock pierces through his weeping cocksleeve's flesh, fucks through the cervix on the first push. Arun is screaming, somewhere distant, but Daniel pretends to not hear.
He pulls out and thrusts in, harder, always harder.
Arun's body is flailing below him; annoying, that, he thinks. He submerges himself in the slickness again, forcing through the slight resistance, and lies over the form below. His chest pushing into the arched, soft back, until Arun's lungs are being squeezed into the mattress.
"Hurts, daddy, please!" She's sobbing. Is she stupid? Doesn't she understand? Daniel groans and fucks into her pussy. When she keeps wailing, he pushes her head down into the pillow—hears her choking on tears. Fuck, yeah, that's good, that's perfect…
He humps at his daughter's ass like a dog, long cock piercing through her insides again and again. Fucks her with vigor, fully out and back in, her slick on his thighs, his heavy balls slapping painfully against her.
When Arun goes limp, Daniel lets her hair go, twists her head. Eyes wide open, unmoving—he gets scared for a moment, thinks he's crossed a line, but Armand's tongue rolls out of his mouth. He smiles and pulls himself up towards the sweet, blissed-out face.
Daniel sucks his daughter's tongue into his mouth. Bites at it until she's gasping, becoming aware. Once he sees recognition in her eyes, his hand goes down. He shoves two fingers into the tight ring of her ass—she's whining again.
"You're making daddy feels so good, baby," he starts mumbling while he's spearing her open. Licks at her face, sucks at her tears. "Your girl pussy is so perfect for papa, do you feel it? It's taking my shape, baby girl."
"Uh-huh, m-mhm." A brainless little thing. Daniel tells himself there is no way she could be feeling any pain anymore.
"I'm being so good to you, baby, aren't I?" He's so close, shit, he's trying his hardest not to cum yet. But he can't stop himself from thrusting. He pulls out, shakes above the flat body, and shoves his bloodied cock into his daughter's asshole. "Oh yes, you're even tighter here, Arun. Such a sweet kid, so much better than mommy. You're making me so happy, sweetie, so happy…"
And Arun is nodding. Spasming under the adult body thrusting into him, abusing his little ass; moaning loudly when father pulls out, fucks into his dripping pussy again. Nothing in front of his eyes—darkness, light, spinning. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Ecstasy. She's making her daddy so happy. Her daddy is happy so she's happy, she's so happy, so grateful.
Daniel's hand sneaks under her body. He's tugging at her nipples, then pushing—pushing at his tummy. Arun screams when something inside him breaks. He goes limp.
Daniel moans and speeds up when he feels his baby's bladder give. Arun's thighs are twitching, and he feels her trying to stop it. He pushes on her stomach harder.
"Let go, baby, pee for daddy," groans into her ear.
The sound of his balls and thighs hitting against her backside gets louder, so much wetter, as piss begins to spill down her thighs and into the mattress. The smell of blood makes them both dizzy—Daniel is biting into his shoulder, then, fangs descending and tearing at the flesh.
Arun is sobbing from pleasure and goes mute when daddy's fingers go deeper in his ass, when his other hand rubs at his piss-slick clit. She's coming then, with Daniel's filthy words by her ear.
"Perfect, baby, you'll be a perfect mommy, you'll be so round… Arun, promise me, promise me you'll come to my bedroom every night. Daddy can't live without this pussy now, understand?" Slap, slap, slap, a cock drilling into her womb now. "When mommy is asleep you're gonna come over and lick papa's cock, okay? Until it's wet enough for you to sit on it, baby. I'll hold you up and fuck your body while mommy is asleep next to us, okay? She doesn't have to know—F-fuck, yeah, yes, Arun, and you can piss on daddy, empty yourself on your parents' bed, okay? If you're good, I'll lick you clean, I'll suck your little clit."
Floating, limp, breathless, wet all over—Arun never wants this to end. Daddy feels so good inside him but she doesn't have the strength to say it. Feels her pussy clench again, more piss coming out of her, choking on her own snot.
"When your tummy starts getting round, I'll leave mommy and I'll fuck you every day, kiddo, I'll keep you tied to my cock, shit—I'll fuck my cock inside your bloody cunt as soon as you give birth." The burning hot slipping out, sliding into her ass again, spearing her open. Thrusts in, back out and into her cunt, back into her ass. "You're getting your daddy addicted, kid, fuck—Didn't know my baby daughter's pussy was this tight, this good. Never gonna leave you alone now, you hear? Your daddy will take care of you forever, baby, I'll make you feel good all the time."
Armand isn't sure he even feels it when Daniel comes inside him—it must be his pussy, though, but he doesn't feel it. He feels Daniel collapse on top of him. Feels himself pee again, his bladder too abused and tired to stop now, all of him burning, buzzing, barely-there.
He's sobbing, doesn't know what's happening, but Daniel's arms are around him. He's saying something—pulling Arun close to his chest.
"You're okay, baby, I'm here, you did so well." Gentle kisses over his face, a motion of swaying from side to side, like comforting a toddler. Arun is shaking his head—so dirty, I'm disgusting, he wants to say, I'll never be a good mommy, you should hit me, you should keep fucking me—but Daniels tongue shuts him up. So do the fingers sliding across his sore, bleeding pussy. It feels like relief, a little bit. "You're the sweetest little thing, Armand, you were wonderful. You made your daddy so happy."
Squirming and sobbing. Fingers dipping inside his cunt again, scraping at the walls—and then at his lips, pushing the cum into his mouth. He chokes on it, but Daniel helps. Puts his tongue alongside his, helps him lap up their release.
He doesn't want to be done. He doesn't want to be Armand. He blindly grabs around for daddy, puts his fingers into his drooling mouth, sucks at them. Humps against his chest, tries to find his cock again—he can't, he can't, he can't find it, he's so empty…
Daniel embraces him for a long time after that. His dick is spent and sensitive, but his thick fingers are a comfort either way. He sticks them in Arun's pussy, lodges his thumb in his loosened ass, keeps them still until Armand's mind clears up.
It could've taken hours, he's not sure. By the end of it, he's limp again, and Daniel keeps caressing him all over.
"You okay, darling?" his lover asks once the crying subsides. "You did so well, Armand, you were so good for me."
"Good for daddy," Armand slurs out, his ear to Daniel's bare chest.
He's not Arun anymore, no, but he's so, so tired. And Daniel can be his dad for a while longer.
"Yes, baby, so good for daddy. Daddy is so proud of you, kiddo."
Armand purrs against him. When Daniel's lips find his, both adults once more, it feels like a reward.