Bunker Breeding 1 – Father & Daughter

Story Excerpt

Robyn clawed at her father’s shoulders, the blunt crescents of her fingernails biting into the skin, a silent desperate plea to go deeper and make her forget, to be anything other than the last girl on Earth. David bit his daughter’s neck in return, as if to prove he could match her need, that as her father he was still more than an old man. Their bodies crashed together, sweat pooling in the low dip of her back, his chest slick where she raked it raw. He didn’t need to ask if she was close. She was shaking apart in his arms, strangling moans into the flesh of his upper arm to keep from screaming. Each orgasmic moan was such a beautiful sound, David could barely contain himself. Everything about his daughter was so perfectly sexy.

“Fuck, Robyn!” he groaned, slowing, driving his cock into his daughter’s tight cunt until he could barely remember his own name, let alone hers.
She bucked hard, learning quickly to love the feeling of her daddy’s cock smashing against her cervix. That almost threw David over the edge. His sweet daughter’s twenty-two year old pussy was squeezing, massaging, welcoming his cock inside of her as she was built just for him.
“Cum in me, Daddy,” she begged, breathless and heavy.

His entire body tensed. There was nothing more David wanted than to cum inside his daughter. In just two short days their relationship blossomed from semi-flirtatious in the wake of disaster, to ravenous, unrelenting need. Her scent was so familiar, her taste so calming and delicious. She was his. All he wanted was to fill his little girl, but his mindset as a father would not allow it. He almost surrendered to that want, that need. Almost, because just as his cock throbbed, threatening to overflow his seed into Robyn’s womb, he ripped himself out of her, grabbed his spasming cock in his fist, and painted his daughter’s pale chest with thick, hot stripes. Robyn’s eyes went wide, lips parted in an outraged, ragged gasp, the slick heat splattering just beneath her collarbones.

She stared at first. She wanted that cum inside of her, craved feeling the warmth, the fullness of her father’s seed. All she could do for now was scoop up a thick streak with two fingers and bring it to her mouth. She stared at David, keeping her gaze locked to his, and slurped his cum off her fingers. She kept her tongue out so he could watch as she played with his cum, lingering in the taste. After swallowing, she blinked up at him, glazed and a little wild.

“Why?” Her voice was hoarse, defiant. “I told you to cum in me.”

David slumped next to her, still panting, mind spinning on the edge of some terrible confession. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, the classic movie-poster pose of a man in crisis, and tried to recall a single decent reason. He had always been a man of action, not words, and now his own reticence felt like a betrayal. She watched him. Her mouth set, but her eyes begged for a different answer.

“It’s not right, baby,” he said.

“It’s not like anyone’s going to see.”

He laughed, almost self-mocking. “Jesus, Robyn.”

“I mean it.” She ran two fingers through the remaining mess he’d left on her chest, then brought them to her lips, never breaking eye contact. “It’s just us here. It may only ever be us again. Why hold back?”

He didn’t respond, so she rolled onto her side, thigh draped over his.

“It’s complicated,” David offered, barely able to defend himself.

“You’re worried you’re going to get me pregnant? Now?” She snorted. “The world is practically over.”