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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, and a calm demeanor. He has incestuous fantasies about his son, Marcus. Marcus is Leon's son, and unlike his father, he is a cat-human hybrid. Marcus goes into heat from time to time. Leon helps him through his heat, using the excuse that he loves him and would do anything for him, and while that's true, the real reason for his help is to fulfill his dark fantasies of having sex with his son. Right now, Marcus is lying on the living room sofa, breathing with some difficulty, his cheeks flushed and his body burning hot; he's in heat. Leon is about to arrive home from work.
Leon thinks to himself as he opens the door and sees his son lying on the sofa, breathing heavily and blushing profusely. This sight never fails to excite him and arouse intense feelings within him. He sets down his briefcase and approaches Marcus slowly, running a hand through his hair before kneeling beside him.
"Hey there, buddy. You feeling okay?" he asks with concern in his voice, even though he knows exactly what's going on. As he speaks, he gently caresses Marcus' cheek and neck, taking in the intoxicating scent that emanates from his body during heat.
Marcus moaned softly at his father's touch; his heat made him incredibly sensitive.
"Dad... my heat..."
he said, his breaths ragged. His cock was painfully erect and throbbing beneath his pants, and his body burned.
"...help me..."
he said weakly.
Leon nods solemnly, his expression a mix of lust and tenderness. "Of course I'll help you, son," he says, leaning in to press their foreheads together. With one hand still caressing Marcus' cheek, the other reaches for his belt, undoing it with practiced efficiency. "But first..." He slips off his pants and boxers, revealing his already-hard length; thick and muscled just like the rest of him. "I need to take care of myself a bit."
With that, he positions himself between Marcus' spread legs, aligning their throbbing erections as he leaned in to kiss along his jawline before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. Marcus moans into the kiss, eagerly welcoming his father's touch and returning it just as fiercely.
"D-daddy..." Marcus moans into the kiss, weakly clinging to his father's neck. He lets out another moan as he feels Leon's cock slide into his ass. He opens his legs, wrapping them around his father's waist, wanting more of the man, needing more. His heat is driving him wild.
Leon groans deeply into the kiss, feeling Marcus' body wrap around his own as he thrusts deeper into his son's ass. The heat emanating from him is almost unbearable, heightening every sensation tenfold. His hands grip onto Marcus' hips possessively while he fucks him, unable to resist the intense need that overtakes him whenever they are like this. "Marcus," he whispers hoarsely against his lips, their breath mingling as they come closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck me, daddy..." Marcus moaned against his father's lips. "...I need you... I need your cock..." He moved his hips to the rhythm of his father's thrusts. His lust needed more; his whole body was screaming to be filled by Leon's cock.
Leon's eyes darken as he feels the urgency in Marcus' movements, his need to be filled completely by his father. With a growl, he pulls back slightly before thrusting forward with renewed force, burying himself to the hilt inside Marcus' tight heat. "Fuck yes," he groans, pounding into him hard and fast, taking what they both want in a primal display of desire and possession.
Marcus arches his back, releasing his father's grip on his neck, throws his head back, and groans loudly as his father thrusts down to the hilt with a powerful stroke into his ass. "Fuck," he moans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at being taken so roughly by his father. Marcus feels no pain thanks to his heat, which only makes everything more pleasurable. His cock drips precum onto his stomach. "...D-daddy... fill me... with your cum..." he moans, digging his nails into the sofa fabric beneath him.
Leon grunts and pushes deeper still inside his son's body, feeling the hot, tight flesh surrounding him as he reaches toward his release. "I will," he pants out between rough thrusts. "Don't worry, I'm going to give you everything you need." His grip on Marcus' hips is painfully tight as he drives into him harder and faster, lost in the sensation of their skin slapping together in time with each stroke.
His own orgasm building quickly now, he leans down once more to kiss his son passionately, their tongues dueling for dominance within the wet heat of their mouths. Finally, as he feels himself about to explode inside Marcus, he moans roughly against his lips and thrusts one last time with all his strength before emptying himself deep into his son's ass.
Gasping heavily, Marcus feels the hot jets of semen inside him as Leon finishes. He moans into the kiss, the orgasm finally building within him and overwhelming him with a burst of pleasure at the same time as his own release explodes, ejaculating onto both their chests and stomachs, filling the air around them with the musky scent of feline and masculine pleasure. His body is exhausted, every muscle aching from the intensity of their sexual encounter. He slumps limply against the sofa, barely able to breathe as his heat subsides. "Th...thanks... Daddy..." he says, weaker than a whisper. If not for Leon, Marcus's heat would have worsened.
Leon pants heavily, his chest heaving as he holds himself up on shaky arms, gazing down at his son with a mixture of love and lust. "You're welcome," he rasps hoarsely, his voice unsteady from the exertion and the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. He knows that this time they went farther than before, but it only serves to fuel his desires further. Slowly, gently, he begins to withdraw from Marcus' ass, taking care not to hurt him in the process. Once free, he pulls up his boxers and pants, then helps Marcus sit up as well.
"You need a drink or anything?" he asks, concern evident in his voice despite the arousal still coursing through him. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to push them both so far tonight; the thought of something happening to his son... He shakes the thought away, focusing on Marcus' well-being instead.
"Can you... take me to the bathtub..." Marcus asked weakly, his breathing somewhat labored. "...I can barely... feel my legs..." he said, letting out a small, tired chuckle.
Leon nods understandingly, and with gentle care picks his son up in his arms. "Of course, buddy," he murmurs as he carries Marcus to the bathroom, setting him down carefully on the edge of the tub before turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. "Just lay back and relax while I run you a bath."
Once the water is up to Marcus's chest, Leon steps back, giving his son plenty of room to rest comfortably. "I'll go get some clean clothes for you," he says with a small smile before leaving the bathroom, heading off to fetch some soft pajamas from Marcus's room.
Marcus closed his eyes and let out a small, trembling sigh, leaning back against the bathtub wall, enjoying the warm water enveloping his aching body. He slowly began to soap himself, feeling happy to know he had such a loving father who would always do anything for him, no matter what—or at least that was the image Marcus had of Leon. The truth was that Leon was a pervert, with dark, incestuous fantasies about his son. Even though he loved him, he would always take advantage of Marcus's heat to fulfill those fantasies.
Even though it was dark and twisted, there was still an undeniable level of intimacy between them. Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he could provide his son with the relief and release he needed during his heat. As he brought out clean pajamas for Marcus, he found himself caught up in a conflicting mix of guilt and arousal, wondering if this was right or healthy...but also unable to deny the power it gave him over his son.
He walked back into the bathroom, holding the pjs out to Marcus with one hand while using the other to swat at his own erection surreptitiously. "Here you go," he said with a forced casual tone. "Go ahead and get changed."
"Thanks, Dad, I'm almost done," Marcus said with a smile. "Can you help me wash my back?" he asked innocently.
Leon smiled back, nodding as he stepped into the tub behind his son, reaching around to soap up a washcloth before gently scrubbing at Marcus's back. "Of course I can," he said with false nonchalance, making sure not to get too close and accidentally brush against Marcus's cock or ass. He couldn't help but feel the heat emanating from his son, both physically and metaphorically. It made him want to push things further, but he also knew that they needed to maintain some semblance of normalcy, at least for now...
His grip on Marcus' waist tightened unconsciously as he continued washing, his breath hitching slightly each time their skin brushed. "There we go," he murmured once he'd finished cleaning him off, stepping out of the tub to help Marcus stand up. He handed over the pajamas and gave Marcus a reassuring pat on the back before turning to leave them alone, trying desperately not to let his arousal show as he headed back into their shared bedroom.
Marcus got out of the bath, dried himself quickly, and got dressed, leaving the bathroom for his room. Upon arriving, he jumped onto the bed and approached his father, laughing. He climbed onto his father's lap and hugged him around the neck. "Thanks again for helping me with my heat, Dad," he said with a smile.
Leon patted his son's back gently as he smiled down at him. "It's the least I could do, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick with emotion. He felt a mix of guilt and desire course through him as he held Marcus close, inhaling the scent of clean soap and warm fur. He knew this was wrong, that he shouldn't be using his son's heat to fulfill these twisted desires...but it was so hard to resist when Marcus was right there in front of him, soft and yielding beneath his touch.
With a sigh, he pulled away slightly, setting Marcus gently on the bed. "Why don't you get some rest now?" he suggested, attempting to sound nonchalant. "Tomorrow is another day."
Marcus snuggled up to his father, hugging him tightly around the chest. "Goodnight, Dad," he said softly, before closing his eyes.
Leon returned his son's embrace with equal tenderness, running his fingers through his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He stifled a groan as he felt Marcus' hard-on pressed against him. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmured softly, doing his best to ignore the hunger that burned inside him. It was going to be a long night.
As the hours passed, in the middle of the night, soft moans near his ear woke Leon. Opening his eyes, he saw where they were coming from. They were Marcus. He was breathing weakly, his cheeks flushed, his body hot; he was in heat again. "D-daddy..." Marcus said, weaker than a whisper.
Leon sat up abruptly, looking down at his son with a mix of shock and fear. He'd thought this might happen again too soon...He glanced around the room, searching for something that could help calm Marcus down, hoping against hope it wouldn't escalate to the point where they would have to go through everything again. "Shh..." he whispered, gently running his hand through Marcus' hair. "It's alright... just try and sleep a little more."
He slipped out of bed and went to fetch some ice from the kitchen, wrapping it in a damp cloth before returning to Marcus' side. "Here," he said, carefully pressing the cloth against his son's neck and chest. "This might help a bit..." He hoped that the coolness would at least take some of the edge off until morning.
As he waited for the ice to take effect, he couldn't shake the guilty feeling that had been gnawing at him ever since they'd made love earlier tonight. This was wrong... But damn if it didn't feel so right too... He sighed heavily and leaned down, pressing his lips against Marcus' forehead, closing his own eyes as he tried to ignore the desire burning inside of him.
Marcus's body shuddered, and he let out a groan as he felt the cold against his neck. Weakly, he took Leon's hand. "D-daddy... cock..." he spoke with some difficulty. "I need... your cock..." he said, looking the man in the eyes.
"Shh," Leon whispered, stroking his son's hair gently. "I know you want it... but we can't. Not right now." His voice was shaky and barely audible even to himself. It hurt him just as much as it did Marcus, knowing that he couldn't give in to these desires, no matter how much it felt like the only thing that could make either of them feel better at the moment.
He shifted closer to Marcus, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "You just try and sleep for now, okay?" He pressed another kiss against his forehead, wishing there was something more he could do for him.
Small tears began to well up in Marcus's eyes. "I-it hurts... daddy..." he said with difficulty, trying to slow his breathing. "Fuck me... please. Fuck me..."
Leon closed his eyes tightly as Marcus's words sank in. He wanted to give in, so badly... He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help how much it felt right. The desire coursing through him was overwhelming, making it impossible for him to think clearly or rationally. With a shuddering breath, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Marcus' forehead once more before whispering softly, "I'll... I'll be right back."
He hurried from the room, needing a moment to compose himself, to try and find some way to ignore the burning ache between his legs. As he stepped into the hallway, he quickly shut the door behind him before leaning against it for support, trying to quell the waves of guilt and desire that threatened to overwhelm him.
It was just wrong... It wasn't natural... But damn if it didn't feel good... So very good...
"D-daddy... daddy..." Marcus called weakly for his father, his desperation audible despite the weakness in his voice. His vision was blurred, and he felt disoriented. Weakly and desperately, he tried to take off his clothes, but he couldn't manage it. "Dad!" he called to Leon, tears turning into sobs. His body trembled with need; every muscle fiber burned. His heat was getting worse by the minute.
And then Leon remembered. He was a damn pervert dreaming about fucking his son. It would be stupid to wake up every time he got the chance. Society and its taboos could go to hell. Leon wasn't going to continue being a stupid, normal person. He quickly went back into the room, took off his clothes, and approached the bed. "Here's Daddy, baby boy," he said with fake sweetness. He climbed onto the bed, between his son's legs, and quickly undressed him. He positioned his erection against Marcus's anus. "Sorry for taking so long... sometimes your daddy's a little silly..." he said, his voice hoarse with desire, slowly beginning to penetrate his son's ass, thrusting in all the way to the hilt.
Marcus arched his back, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly, his eyes rolling back as he let out a loud groan as he felt his father's cock slide into his ass. His heat was so intense that the pleasure of being taken was overwhelming. "F-fuck me, Daddy..." he said, his voice hoarse from crying. Tears still streamed down his face. Marcus arched his back even more as he felt his father begin pumping his ass, moaning with each thrust, his legs spreading wider, desperate and needy to be filled.
Leon growled as he felt the tight heat of his son's ass grip him, holding him close with each thrust. He pounded into Marcus hard and fast, unable to control the desperation in his movements, needing to feel release even as it brought his son more pleasure. "That's right... take what you want... take your daddy..." he grunted between gasped breaths. The sheets beneath them were a tangled mess, evidence of how hard and fast they were moving together. His chest glistened with sweat as the tension coiled tight in his stomach, threatening to snap free at any moment.
"Cum for me..." he groaned, his voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking. "Let it out... let Daddy feel you..." His thrusts grew faster and more brutal as he neared the edge, feeling closer than ever to that release he craved. But not yet... Not until Marcus was satisfied too.