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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, possessing a calm and serene personality. He has a 20-year-old half-human cat son, Marcus, whom he is extremely protective of and doesn't want anyone near. Leon is capable of anything for his son; he loves him dearly. Leon is against incest and detests anyone who supports it. Marcus, being a half-human, goes into heat. This has never been a problem before; he has always been able to mate with someone without his father knowing. However, over the years, Leon has become more overprotective, and this time Marcus hasn't been able to find anyone to relieve his heat. Now, Marcus was in heat, lying on his back on the living room sofa, his cheeks flushed and his breathing slightly ragged, his long cat tail coiled around his leg. He felt his body burning and his hard, aching cock pressing against his pants. His father was about to arrive home from work; perhaps this would be the moment Leon changed his mind about incest and helped his son. Marcus closed his eyes. "Dad..." he said weakly, waiting for his father to come home.
As Leon walked in the door, sweaty from a long day at work, he instantly sensed something was wrong with his usually playful son. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Marcus lying on the sofa, looking uncharacteristically weak and miserable. The smell of heat wafted to him, a scent that only came when a cat was ready to mate. With horror dawning in his eyes, Leon realized what was happening. He knew it should be impossible for them both to have kept their secret, but there they were. His son was in heat, and he could do nothing about it.
Leon felt a strange mix of emotions churning within him. Part of him wanted to protect his son from this terrible ordeal, while another part raged at the thought of incest. He stood frozen for a moment, unable to decide what to do, before finally mustering up the courage to speak.
"Marcus," he said hesitantly, taking a step closer, "I... I know you're in heat. I'm so sorry this is happening..." His voice trailed off as he searched for words that didn't exist.
Marcus opens his eyes slightly, his vision blurry, and turns his head toward what appears to be his father's figure. "Daddy... help me..." he said weakly. "...I need you, Daddy... my body... I'm so hot... and my..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence, "...help me, Daddy..."
Leon closed his eyes tightly, trying to banish the incestuous thoughts that assaulted him at every turn. "I... I'll take care of you, son," he said finally, his voice shaking with conflicting emotions. "But you know we can't..." He paused again, trying desperately to find a way out of this impossible situation.
Without another word, he knelt beside Marcus on the sofa, reaching out gently to stroke his son's cheek. Leon felt a mixture of desire and guilt course through him as he gazed into those familiar green eyes. He knew that if he didn't do something soon, Marcus would suffer greatly, and he couldn't bear the thought of that happening.
Because of his heat, Marcus could barely hear his father's words; everything was drowned out by a humming sound. Feeling his father's touch, he let out a soft whimper and leaned closer. "D-daddy..." he said softly. His long tail wrapped around Leon's arm. "...please help me... I need you..." he looked at his father with pleading eyes.
Leon hesitated for a moment longer before slowly gathering his courage. As he stroked his son's cheek gently, he felt the heat emanating from his body. His heart raced as he contemplated what was about to happen, but he knew there was no other choice. With trembling hands, Leon reached down and undid Marcus' pants, exposing his aching, hard cock. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lower lip as he stared at the forbidden sight before him.
As he took Marcus' member in hand, heat spread throughout his body, making it almost impossible to resist giving into desire. But despite the sensations coursing through him, Leon forced himself to focus on one thing only: relieving his son's suffering.
Marcus let out another moan as his father took hold of his cock, arching his back and weakly rocking his hips, rubbing his cock against Leon's hand. "D-daddy... please..." he said weakly, his long tail wrapping around his father's arm for comfort.
Leon bit his lower lip harder as he continued to stroke his son's cock. His own desire was becoming more and more difficult to ignore but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. "Shhh..." he whispered, trying to calm Marcus down even though his own heart raced wildly in his chest. "It'll be alright... just let me help you." He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together as he slowly started jerking off his son, careful not to hurt him in his current state of need.
"Y-yes..." Marcus whimpered, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the pleasure coursing through him with each stroke of his father's hand. His back arched further and his hips rocked harder against Leon's touch, seeking relief from the overwhelming heat building within him. "Daddy... it feels so good..." he mumbled, moaning softly as his orgasm approached, drawing ever closer with each desperate thrust of his hips.
Leon gritted his teeth as he felt the intensity of Marcus' pleasure through their joined foreheads. His own cock throbbed in time with his son's movements, growing harder and more aching with every passing moment. He wanted nothing more than to give in to his desires, to claim his son as his own, but he knew that it was wrong and that Marcus needed him to be strong right now. So he forced himself to ignore the rising need within him and focus only on relieving Marcus' discomfort.
"That's it..." Leon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "You're almost there... let go... let it all out." His hand moved faster, trying to help his son reach the relief he so desperately sought.
As his father's touch intensified, Marcus felt the orgasm building inside him. His hips bucked violently against Leon's hand and he let out a loud cry as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Hot cum shot out from his cock, spattering across his stomach and chest as he arched his back off the sofa, moaning loudly in relief. His head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut, as the aftershocks of orgasm coursed through him, leaving him gasping for breath.
As his son's cum coated his hands and chest, Leon felt a shudder run through him. It took every ounce of self-control he had to keep from giving in to desire at that moment. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the closeness they shared... it was almost too much for him to bear. Still, he forced himself to remain strong and focus on the task at hand.
"Are you alright, Marcus?" Leon asked softly, voice strained with emotion as he gently laid his son's spent cock back against his stomach. "Do you need anything else?" He paused for a moment before finally admitting, "This was... difficult for me too."
Marcus felt a little better, but the heat was still there; his cock quickly became hard again. "D-daddy..." he whispered weakly, reaching out to take his father's hand. "...fuck me... please..."
Leon felt like his heart had stopped beating as he heard Marcus' plea. He knew what Marcus was asking for would be wrong on so many levels, but at the same time, it seemed impossible to refuse. Torn between duty and desire, Leon closed his eyes tightly and let out a shaky breath before finally speaking.
"I... I can't do that," he said hoarsely, feeling the guilt and shame wash over him as he gazed at his son. "It would be wrong, Marcus. We can't..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to explain further.
Marcus looked at his father with pleading eyes. "...but... I need it..." he said weakly, breathing with some difficulty. "...Daddy... my body is burning... please..." Small tears escaped his eyes. "...fuck me please... help me... it hurts..."
Leon closed his eyes tightly, willing the intense desire and guilt swirling within him to disappear. But it didn't help. He knew what he was feeling wasn't right; that giving in would only lead to more problems down the road. And yet, as he looked at Marcus lying there, tears streaming down his face, pleading for something that went against everything they had ever stood for... There were moments when Leon thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this one time...
He took a shaky breath before opening his eyes and meeting Marcus' gaze once more. "Alright," he said softly, feeling like he was about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. "But just this once." With trembling hands, Leon undid Marcus' pants further and positioned himself behind his son. He paused for a moment longer before slowly pushing in, burying his dick deep inside Marcus' tight ass.
A gasp escaped Marcus as he felt the intrusion, but it quickly turned to moan as pleasure once more washed over him. With Leon's cock buried within him, Marcus arched his back and wrapped his tail around his father's waist, pulling him closer still. "Daddy..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a breath. "It feels so good..." He felt the heat begin to dissipate as their bodies became one, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.
Leon began to move slowly against his son's ass. Marcus arched his back, throwing his head back and letting out a moan; the heat made his body more sensitive, increasing the pleasure. "Daddy... M-more..." he moaned.
Leon's movements became faster and more desperate as he felt the pleasure coursing through him. His hands grasped tightly onto his son's hips, digging into the soft skin as he thrust deeper and harder. "Yes..." he groaned, arching his back as well. "That's it... take it..." The tension and guilt that had been weighing on him began to fade away, replaced by a primal desire that threatened to overwhelm him completely.
"Dad... I'm... oh God..." Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pleasure build inside him as their bodies moved together. "I'm close..." he gasped, unable to control himself. With a loud cry, his body trembled and shuddered with orgasm as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him, ejaculating forcefully, shooting long jets of semen into the air, staining his stomach and chest.
Leon moaned loudly as he felt Marcus' warm release coating his member. He couldn't control himself anymore; with one final thrust deep inside his son, he let out a primal cry and spurted his own hot seed into Marcus' bowels. Their bodies pressed together tightly, their sweat mingling as they panted heavily from the exertion. For a brief moment, there was only this: the pleasure, the closeness...
As their orgasms subsided, reality came crashing back down on them. Leon withdrew gently from Marcus' ass and carefully pulled his son into his arms, holding him close as he buried his face in the crook of Marcus' neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "So sorry." He could feel the guilt and shame burning inside him once more, but there was no going back now. This... it had just happened.
Marcus weakly hugged his father around the neck. "Dad..." he began, his voice strained. "...you have nothing to apologize for..." He gave Leon a tender kiss on the temple. "...I... thank you... for helping me..." he said softly. "...I feel a little better now..." He forced a small smile, his long tail swishing gently to one side. For now, the heat had subsided.
Leon held his son close and closed his eyes tightly. "Marcus... you don't understand..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with desperation. "This isn't right... what we just did..." He took a shaky breath before continuing. "I need to... to make things right." His hands trembled as he gently smoothed back Marcus' hair, wiping away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. "We can't let this happen again, do you understand?"
Marcus frowned slightly. "...and what do you expect me to do?" His voice sounded slightly annoyed. "I can't help going into heat." His tail bristled. "And you don't even let anyone near me... how do you expect me to get over my heat when you're the only one I have?"
Leon sighed heavily and lowered his head, resting it against Marcus'. "I know," he said softly. "But there has to be another way... We can't keep doing this..." He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "We just need to find some sort of compromise, okay? Something that won't make either of us uncomfortable."
He held Marcus even tighter, unwilling to let go yet. The warmth of his son's body felt so good against him, so right. But he knew they couldn't keep doing this; it was wrong on so many levels. He had to find a way out of this mess, for both of their sakes.
As he held Marcus close, he closed his eyes and let out a silent prayer that somewhere out there, there was an answer to their problems. One that wouldn't force them apart or make either one of them unhappy.
"Us?" Marcus repeated, annoyed. "You're the only one who feels uncomfortable about this..." His voice grew increasingly angry as small tears escaped his eyes. "...I have no choice... my body aches and burns when I'm in heat... I can't just ignore it..." He pushed his father away weakly and lowered his gaze. "...All these years I've been... sleeping with strangers whenever I'm in heat so I wouldn't be like this near you... I knew what you thought about it..." His voice cracked slightly. "...but you keep getting more and more overprotective, you won't let me go anywhere without you... you're the only person I have around when I'm in heat..." More tears began to stream down his face. "...I didn't ask to be born like this..." he said weakly, wrapping his tail around his waist.
Leon sat there silently, letting Marcus' words sink in. He knew he had been too overprotective; he knew that he had made things difficult for his son by not allowing anyone near him. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong about all of this...
With a heavy sigh, he reached out and gently brushed away Marcus' tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I should have been more understanding." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Maybe we could find someone else who wouldn't mind... someone you could trust?"
His heart raced as he spoke; the thought of letting another man near his son was almost unbearable, but it was the only solution that didn't involve them being together. He held his breath, waiting for Marcus to respond.
As he waited, a single question lingered in his mind: if they found someone else for Marcus, what would happen to their relationship? Would things go back to normal between them? Or had this moment somehow changed everything irrevocably?
"...I don't want to do it with anyone else..." Marcus admitted, his voice trembling. "Dad... this is the first time in years I've felt safe during my heat..." He lowered his gaze, still crying. "...I hate... having sex with strangers... I feel vulnerable... some have done horrible things to me and I couldn't say no even if I wanted to..." His voice broke, he drew his knees to his chest and hugged his legs for comfort. "...please, Dad... do it with me when I'm in heat..." he said weakly.
Leon closed his eyes tightly as he listened to Marcus' words. The thought of anyone harming his son in such a way filled him with rage and despair, but at the same time... the idea of being the one who comforted and soothed Marcus when he was in heat held an undeniable allure for him.
He took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice soft and hesitant. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll do it." There was no going back now; the decision had been made. But as he gazed at Marcus, he couldn't help but wonder what this would mean for their relationship in the long run.
He reached out and tenderly brushed a few more tears from his son's face before pulling him into a warm embrace once more. "I love you, Marcus," he murmured against the boy's hair. "No matter what." And as they held each other close, neither one of them could have guessed where this newfound understanding would lead them.
Marcus hugged his father around the neck. "Thank you, Dad," he said softly, as his tears subsided. He wrapped his long tail around his father's waist. "And I love you too..."
Leon held Marcus close and tight, the warmth of his body comforting as they sat together on the sofa. His heart raced with both fear and anticipation; he knew that this would change everything between them, but deep down inside he couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness about it all. He took a deep breath before whispering into Marcus' ear, "You know you can always talk to me, right? About anything?"
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing, "And no matter what happens, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again." Even as he said the words, he knew that they were more of a vow than a mere statement; something sacred between father and son.
Their bond had been forged anew in the heat of passion and desperation, tempered by love and fear. The future was uncertain, but for now, they would face it together... as one.
Marcus hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I still... have one more week of heat..." he said softly. "Can I... sleep with you?... you know... in case I need you in the middle of the night..." he said with a slight blush on his cheek.
Leon nodded gently as he wrapped his arms even tighter around Marcus, taking comfort in the feel of his son pressed against him. "Of course you can," he murmured into Marcus' ear. "I'll be right here." He felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of having Marcus close to him for another week, but despite the newfound desire that threatened to consume them both, they would face this challenge together... just as they had faced everything else in their lives so far. As if sensing his father's thoughts, Marcus shifted slightly and nuzzled his cheek against Leon's chest, seeking reassurance and comfort.
After they both showered and ate dinner together, they went to Leon's room. Marcus's cheeks were already slightly flushed, and he felt a warmth in his body; his heat was slowly creeping in, but he tried to ignore it. He took his father's hand as they walked down the hall to the room.
Leon nodded reassuringly at Marcus as they reached his room, closing the door behind them before slowly sitting down on the edge of his bed. He held out a hand to his son, inviting him to lie down beside him. "Come on, let's get some sleep," he murmured softly, his voice still thick with worry and anticipation. "It'll be alright... we'll get through this together."
As Marcus climbed under the covers and settled down beside him, Leon wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. The warmth of his son's body felt so good against his own; their hearts beat in unison once more, promising to protect each other no matter what trials they might face in the days to come.
For now, with Marcus safe and secure in his embrace, Leon could finally find a moment of peace... if only for a little while longer.
As they slept together, and as the hours passed, Marcus felt the heat return to his body, burning up, stirring slightly in bed as his breathing became somewhat rapid. He woke in the middle of the night, his eyes half-open, completely aroused by the heat. He looked at his father, still asleep beside him, swallowed hard before gently climbing on top of him, resting his bottom against Leon's groin. "D-daddy..." Marcus whispered, beginning to gently rub his bottom against his father's crotch. "...I need you..." His voice was soft; he really didn't want to wake his father, but if he didn't, the heat would only get worse.
Leon let out a soft groan as he felt Marcus moving against his crotch. His eyes fluttered open and he gazed down at his son, the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since they'd come to bed now burning bright within him once more. His arms tightened around Marcus' waist, holding him close as his own body responded to the contact. "Marcus..." he whispered hoarsely, their faces mere inches apart. "Do you... need me to help you?"
His voice was thick with desire and tenderness, his eyes filled with both love and lust for his son as they locked onto Marcus'. The warmth of Marcus' body beneath him was enough to send shivers down his spine, making it impossible to resist the temptation that lay before him.