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"Honey," Jeralt said. His words slurred as he reached over.
Byleth allowed the rough grab he gave her breast as she helped him back to the tent. He frowned at the firm feel of her armor but kept trying to grip her.
No one could see that she made no attempt to stop him.
It was more common than Byleth liked: Jeralt often mistook her for her mother. It was frequent when he was like this. Drunk, he did not always remember that the woman was not around. So too did he speak of what he wanted to do with Byleth's mother.
As it was, Byleth came to understand that what upset her was not the dirty words he used to describe what he wanted to do with his wife. What upset her was that the graphic descriptions of how Jeralt looked forward to having sex were not meant for Byleth. The more the realization dawned on her the more Byleth began to welcome the fantasy of a relationship with her father.
She was jealous of her mother. They seemed to have the same looks from everything Byleth had gathered from Jeralt's drunken image of her, although many were vague at best.
How he acted when his inhibitions were lowered were a tell that she could get what she wanted, even if it was not the exact way she envisioned having her father love her.
Now her interest lay in the penis he freed. She had only just helped him sit in his tent and already he was consumed by the lust for her mother that was projected onto Byleth. Normally this was the point where Byleth would leave him. If she was feeling it, she may sit outside the tent and rub one out with him. He was none the wiser, moaning "Sitri" as he jerked off.
But today was special. Byleth made sure he drank his fill and she had prepared herbs to avoid any chance she could get pregnant. He would have a hangover from the absurd amount of alcohol she coerced her father into drinking. That brought a pang of regret to her chest. But she could not have him remember what she planned to do.
Dropping to her knees, Byleth's eyes watched the pink tip of her father's cock was revealed. His thick fingers were nothing compared to the girth in front of her.
Her lips could feel the heat as she opened her mouth to place on his salty member. Her core could feel the groan of pleasure he made, leaving proof of what he was doing to her in her shorts.
Byleth had seen blowjob's before but had never given one. She understood that all she needed to make him cum was to move her head to the rhythm that made his moans louder or that made him want to fuck her mouth. Even so, she stayed still, watching his hand pump his erection.
The extra skin of his dick met her lips in a mouth watering kiss. Her tongue circled and flattened against every ridge and curve she could taste as she started to explore her father's foreskin.
The salty taste combined with the musk that had hit her made Byleth moan. This was finally happening.
As her tongue licked the center of his head, feeling that small slit, he growled lowly and pushed Byleth back. For a moment, she thought Jeralt had regained the clarity of what he was doing with his daughter. The thought flew away as she felt his hands forcing her shorts down.
He did not care to unbutton them. The stiff fabric and her wide hips resisted him. But once they were off, Byleth was her father's plaything. She was willing and loving the way he grabbed her panties and pulled them up to tease her.
She gasped as he pulled so hard her ass lifted off of the ground. It was rough but stimulating.
"You like that?" he asked with a husky slur. "If my honey wants to tease me, she should be prepared to be teased back."
Byleth breathed heavily against each tug rubbing her folds and clit. Her eyes could not help to do more than watch his lust clouded eyes and the shine of the cock she wanted to worship.
Her tights were next to go. Jeralt ripped through the center. Byleth's panties stayed on as he moved the fabric covering her crotch.
"You have to say what you want, baby," Jeralt said. His big fingers pushed into her dripping pussy.
" Oooh ," Byleth moaned, long and loud. She covered her mouth as he started moving his hands, rubbing her walls.
Until now, the biggest thing to enter Byleth were two of her own fingers. His two stretched her further and deeper.
Jeralt's thumb rubbed inconsistent circles around her clit. She had half a mind to stop him before they went further. It was too good to stop. The combination of his calloused fingers roughly touching her both inside and out and his heavy breaths as he stroked himself were all something that Byleth had no desire to miss.
The only thing on Byleth's mind was how she could stay quiet as he pulled her forward. He removed any hesitation to cross the line with the curl of his fingers, pressing in so deep that her legs almost felt too shaky to move.
But as he beckoned, Byleth came. She came with a strangled whimper.
Pulling his fingers out, Jeralt pulled her hips even closer. He bent over. His hot breath was so close to her center. Closer still, Jeralt growled as he locked on to her sensitive nub. Tears welled in her eyes as he flattened his tongue against her. Moving it up and down quickly, she held back her voice that threatened to cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck me," she inhaled desperately. "Give it to me."
Jeralt gave her a final suck, popping off as he sat back. Between her legs was a mess of juices. Arousal dripped down her thighs, shining and wet.
He grinned at the sight and wiped some of it off her steadily soaking tights. Byleth had a feeling of what he would do next but she could not help but tighten at the sight of him using the product of her desire to lubricate his cock.
He only gave it a few strokes. The lubrication made each languid motion audible with the sticky sound. Then she could see beads precum waiting for her on his tip.
"Please," she begged.
Jeralt smiled at her. "Do I have to invite you on my lap or should I ask you to get on your knees?"
Both thoughts made her hotter. But she scrambled to hook her legs over his. Jeralt spread his to prevent her from trying to back out although Byleth would never dream of that.
She bit her lip as he rubbed his dick against her folds searching for her entrance. He thrust a few times, missing her entrance and rubbing between her thighs.
When Jeralt positioned his shaft right, Byleth could feel the tip sink into her body. So turned on, she only felt pleasure as his girth deflowered her.
She reached her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. Her kiss was wanting. He responded with his tongue, deepening their sin.
"Gonna cum," he grunted. His forceful thrusts bounced Byleth on his cock.
Her hands bunched his collar. "Me too! I'm gonna cum," she said frantically against his lips. Trembling with the pleasure Jeralt sent up Byleth's spine, her moans vibrated with every quick thrust in her wanting heat.
"Here. You. Go," he grunted each word with especially intense motions.
The throb of his shaft as he seeded his baby girl was enough to send her over the edge. With her hands on his shoulders, Byleth kissed Jeralt. She savored the way their tongues intertwined and rolled as he poured into her. Even though she could only taste the hint of alcohol in his mouth, she felt drunk. That was the only way she could describe the warm feeling buzzing in her.
Too soon, he pushed her back. His cock almost came out. Between them she could see the glisten of sex and bit her lip.
His hands were on her hips as he lifted them. Her head and shoulders pressed against the floor. Byleth could feel his cock push deeper inside. Better still, she could see cum run out from where they connected as he stood.
She whined as he pulled out. "Dad?" she asked.
Byleth gasped as he placed his fingers on her stomach before his cum could drip far. Jeralt drug the trail of seed back to her pussy. She gasped as he parted her lips and fingered what he had scooped back into her cunt. He did the same for what tried to fall past her ass cheeks.
Byleth made herself as quiet as she could, needing to listen to him pant as he fingered his semen deeper inside of his daughter. He was dazed but focused on keeping it in her. She stopped wondering why as she relaxed against the floor.
It was not until he could get it up again that Jeralt took his hands off her cunt. "Honey," he groaned as he stroked his tip against her pussy.
She was going to moan his name back but was stopped by the hard thrust of his hips. A pleasure filled cry left instead. He had no sense of rhythm, just holding her legs around his sides as he plowed her.
"Fuck," he spat. She tightened from the surprise burst of heat inside. Byleth was wide eyed as Jeralt threw his head back. Clear liquid ran down with sloshing thrusts as Byleth comprehended the volume of piss her father flooded her with.
"So hot," she moaned. She almost dared to venture it was more stimulating than his cum as hot as it was. "Oh daddy! " Her brow knit as the pressure increased.
Her pants were staggered until a long exhale followed the slip of his cock. The stream hit Byleth's face and her eyes closed in reflex. Pee spurted out of her.
"Shit," he said. He pushed his girth back in. More of his piss pushed out of her cunt. His relief was not immediately over, with room made, he emptied the rest of his bowls and could carry on fucking Byleth in earnest.
She massaged her bouncing chest and moaned through it all. The feeling of her father's cum and pee both being sloshed around inside of her by his cock, of his own volition sent her reeling. Byleth had to keep her eyes open to watch her little heaven unfold. His muscles tensed with his hard, uncalculated thrusting. The feeling she had watching his cock coated in her juices as he plunged into her was indescribable.
A part of Byleth knew this was wrong. His love for her mother was strong. He reminded her how much alike she and that woman were almost weekly.
That reminder only made it easier for her to push aside the thought of being caught.
"Jeralt," she whimpered, knowing that she may only have that night. "I've wanted you for so long." He grunted and pulled her hips tighter to his. Her upper back and head still touched the tent floor. "Daddy," she whispered every word carefully. "Daddy, give it to me!"
He grinned. Lopsided in expression and grip, he gyrated to draw out soft moans.
"Daddies should have babies, honey. Can you gimme that?" Byleth nodded as best she could. Her range was limited but her desperation was more than apparent. He groaned. "My honey, fuck, wants a baby."
He sank to his knees. Her father's cock drove as deep as it could. The girth made her sigh as he was balls deep. Piss was forced out to make room for his size. There he moved quicker, barely pulling back to ensure that his coming load would not spill. Byleth placed her hands over his as he held her tightly. His face contorted as he came.
He pulled out as the last of his cum spurted out. Jeralt dirtied Byleth again. Cum landed on the underside of her breasts, starkly visible on the black fabric.
"Ah," Byleth sighed. She could feel his piss trailing down her ass where it flowed out of her pussy.
He caressed her thighs. "Mm feel good?" He waited for her nod with a yawn.
They were close enough to his cot that Byleth only needed to urge him to roll over. He took her with him before exhaustion and alcohol won him over. She remained in her father's arms for as long as she could, only wiggling free when she let reality sink in.
She had to clean up and slip away without any witnesses. There were no spare towels she knew he would miss so the floor had to be cleaned with her shirt. It was absorbandent enough for the various liquids, although she had mixed feelings about the smell.
Part of her clean up, Byleth told herself, included his fat cock. She couldn't leave their juices on him like that. He would know something was up. He would know he had sex with someone and she didn't know how easy it would be to find the connecting dots.
Besides, it was the perfect excuse to lick him clean. Byleth could feel him harden as she worked her way around, lathering every part in her saliva. The last thing she wanted was to leave him uncomfortable.
Her mouth couldn't take him like she wanted. Not without practice.
Her pussy was the only option, not that she minded. Byleth listened for the sounds outside and decided from the distant sound of drunks, a quickie was not off the table. She would love more but this would do, only because their time was limited.
Once Byleth was situated and her hips lowered. She played a bit with the feeling of his cock from different angles. As she found an especially pleasant spot, Byleth's hips shook until both their breaths were labored. He groaned something and she leaned a little closer while keeping her weight off him.
She sucked in her lip as she tried to force a moan down. "Dad," she whispered. Jeralt panted and rolled his tired hips out of time with Byleth. He gave her a guttural groan in his sleep. "Shh," she warned, her tone fluctuated.
Her eyes shot to the only entrance of the tent at the sound of a snapping branch. There was no indication that anyone heard them as she listened harder. Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she gasped.
"I'll give you as many kids as you want," she hurried in a hushed tone. "I'll be their mother and sister. Just cum inside me." She wanted to take the silence as permission to have her father's baby. "Please—hurry and knock me up."
She ground her hips against his thrusts. Her own pleasure was almost at its max. "Dad, please," she begged. "If you don't, someone will… will see. Hurry up." She was naked. Her face was flush. It would be clear to anyone that walked in exactly what was happening.
"Daddy, oh fuck! I'm gonna cum first." Saying as much, Byleth tried to keep her pace. She didn't do it well but the new tightness was enough to milk her father's cock. Byleth squeezed her eyes shut and slowed to a lazy rock on his lap.
It took all more energy that she liked to pull herself off of his soft shaft yet no time at all to lean back down and clean it. She didn't have the strength left to try and redress him, only to throw a blanket over him before she hastily pulled her dirty clothes on.
Piss and cum clad fabric covered her as Byleth looked both ways before exiting his space. No one spotted her leaving but a few members of their mercenary company saw her before she made it to her tent for a fresh pair of clothes. As few men were passed out near the direction she heard the snapping from but they didn't seem lucid when she went by.
After a round trip from her tent to find somewhere to clean off, Byleth was exhausted. Her body was tired and sore from using muscles she never had before.
With a glance to the box of herbs she prepared, Byleth frowned. A baby would be suspicious if he remembered even a sliver of his drunken state. Really, Byleth wished to carry one to term. As many children as he would care to have. She could outdo her mother in constitution, her abilities with a sword were already proof of her stamina.
Her father's request and his enthusiastic handling of her repeated in Byleth's mind.
There would be no evidence that she forced herself on her father, as long as he didn't remember. It could be anyone's child in that case. Byleth pushed the box out of sight and touched her stomach.