#all the naughtier stuff is behind the cut

[honestgrins]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do one where Caroline goes to NOLA for whatever reason with enzo (if you want), and they get invited to some fancy dinner party. klaus gets all jealous and stuff. Bonus points if you can include jealous camille, and the rest of the Mikaelson gang, especially Kol. NO HAYLEY please. Sorry i just realized how long this is.

“What’s a beautiful vamp like you doing in my town?”

Caroline was halfway to a scoff at the terrible line, only to catch her breath at the very, very handsome man saying it. At least, until she processed what he said. Her eyes tracked the line of him suspiciously. “How’d you know I’m a vampire?”

Nodding toward her hand clutching a hurricane glass, he smirked at the obvious twitch in her finger. “Lapis lazuli doesn’t come easy around here, I make sure of it. May I ask where you got yours?”

“An old friend,” she answered simply, not wanting to give any more ammunition to what felt like an old soul. Before she could figure out just how old, a heavy arm fell onto her shoulders.

Enzo smirked down at her annoyed expression. “Gorgeous, did I ever tell you about the witches I fell in with? This was right before Augustine trapped, and it bothered them quite handily for the first decade or so why I didn’t burn in the sun. When one of the bastards figured it out, I made sure he lost a hand for taking my ring.” He glanced toward the stranger, his smile just a bit tighter than Caroline was used to. “Hello, mate. Has anyone told you how nosy you can be?”

The man held up defensive hands, his smile bright with a false ease. “Chalk it up to old habits, I look out for my people. Strange vampires usually mean trouble.”

“Are we strange, Gorgeous?”

“You are, maybe.” Rolling her eyes, Caroline shrugged Enzo off her. “But I can agree that we are strangers. I’m Caroline, this is Enzo. We’re just passing through town, figuring out our next steps.”

Leaving Mystic Falls had been a difficult decision to make, but once she made it, Caroline had her car packed within the hour. It wouldn’t be forever because she needed to keep up with her mom, she just needed a fresh start at her eternity. “Magically prevented from entering her hometown” seemed like as good a reason as any.

Enzo was a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. She always thought it’d be Bonnie in her passenger seat when she finally got up the courage to leave her childhood behind, and god, she missed her best friend so much. Stefan was supposedly trying to get her and Damon back, Alaric working on the border issue…and Caroline was tired. Whether it was a vacation, sabbatical, or just a new life, she needed to get away. Inviting himself along, Enzo made the hours of driving fun. No adventure was too small, no diner too greasy.

He also lacked a certain judgmental streak when she mentioned a brief visit to the Big Easy, just to see the sights. Despite a knowing disbelief in her flimsy excuse, Enzo just leaned forward to fiddle with the radio. He kept his pointed comments about her romantic life - or lack thereof - to a minimum, and even then, there was an affectionate teasing to his tone. Taking that as passive support for her plan, Caroline allowed herself to feel a tiny bit of excitement.

Because New Orleans, she found, was fun. Music could be heard all throughout the touristy areas, people happily dancing in the street. She and Enzo gleefully ducked through the shops, both cute ones and those of a naughtier variety. There were food vendors everywhere, each bite spicier than the last. Only one bowl of gumbo made her vampire eyes water, but she looked forward to testing even her expanded capabilities.

Somehow, the magic floating through the city made her want to let the monster loose, to relax the tight control that had become second nature to maintaining her human facade. As night fell, Caroline grew more aware of other vampires enjoying a similar freedom. She pulled Enzo with her as they followed some of the crowd to a bar, apparently a common enough haunt for Marcel to keep an eye out for newcomers.

He looked over them both warily, though his charming smile never dropped. “Do you know anyone in town? I’d be happy to introduce you to some friends, they would love to know more about your visit.”

Sensing an ever so slight murder vibe, Caroline figured mentioning a certain hybrid could go very poorly, very fast. But she didn’t like the implied obligation behind his offer, either. “No one is expecting us,” she admitted, hoping he wouldn’t get the chance to realize the small fib of omission. “I’m always up to meet new people. Enzo?”

“Lead the way, mate.” He gestured for Marcel to go first before helping Caroline hop off her stool, keeping her close out of suspicion. That was something they had in common, she’d realized over their road trip, loyalty was too easy for them both. Their fall into friendship was still new but no less absolute, he was Caroline’s person and she was his. If Marcel thought to test that, he would have a nasty lesson to learn. “And where are these royal friends of yours that care about two measly vamps?”

Caroline elbowed him as they walked down a spookily quiet street, the dark no longer comforting; instead, it had her monster on edge.

But Marcel laughed. “They certainly think of themselves as royalty, and they’re hosting something of a family dinner.”

“I would hate to interrupt,” Caroline said, having stopped dead on the sidewalk. She had a feeling whose house they were going to intrude upon, and she was nowhere prepared for that. This trip was supposed to be a whim, to get a peek at what that voicemail had promised. Eat some beignets, take in a haunted tour, then call him for a night to dance and drink and enjoy their banter before she jumped on a plane to see everything else in the world. Another promise he’d made, she would have argued if he tried to get her to stay. If.

It all sounded so good in her head, but Marcel was opening the gate to some creepy compound lit with a bunch of ancient-looking candles.

“Someone forgot to pay the electric bill,” Enzo teased, surprised when Caroline remained far too quiet.

At his concerned look, she just shook her head. “No, they’re just dramatic.”

Marcel’s head whipped around, though it was the sudden displacement of air coming from elsewhere that held her attention. Her eyes could barely track his approach, moving too fast for her mere vampire senses. Still, she knew better than to flinch when he finally appeared just inches from her, dimples cut deep into his cheeks. “Hello, Klaus.”

For a moment, it was like they were too focused taking each other in to see what might have changed since they last saw each other. Then a familiar glint in his eye as he smirked sent her right back to that forest floor and the remnants of a pretty pink lace bra. She blushed, looking away first, and Klaus puffed his chest in triumph. “Sweetheart, what a pleasant surprise,” he greeted smoothly, the warmth in his eyes bleeding out when he turned a dangerously curious gaze on Enzo. “I don’t believe we’ve met, mate.”

Ignoring the crisp accusation and immediate dislike rolling off the hybrid in waves, Enzo pulled Caroline closer just to make things interesting. “Gorgeous is something like my girl Friday lately, a real partner in crime,” he explained in a cheery voice. “So, how do you two know each other?”

Caroline dug an elbow into his side, though she refused to cower under Klaus’s angry expression at their proximity, even if a thrill of pleasure shot down her spine at the obvious display of jealousy. Pettiness might not be pretty, but she had learned to accept that about herself. “Freshman year wasn’t all I’d hoped it would be,” she explained as lightly as she could manage through the memories. “Anti-vampire society, doppelganger drama, everyone died then came back-”

“Thanks again for the save, Gorgeous,” Enzo chimed in, enjoying how Klaus’s face pinched in annoyance.

Rolling her eyes, Caroline couldn’t help a small smile when he looked to her with concern. “Long story short, I can’t go back to Whitmore or Mystic Falls.”

“Mystic Falls?” Marcel looked positively gleeful, and she watched in confusion as Klaus pressed his lips together, his ears flushed the deepest red. “Something about that place always seems to make him grin like a fool,” he explained, turning to Caroline and Enzo. “I think I’m beginning to understand why.”

“Sorry, she likes them a bit furry,” Enzo said with a cheeky grin. He let out a soft oomph at the harder jab from her elbow, though it didn’t seem to dampen his mood. “One wolf is a mistake, two is a fetish, Gorgeous. It’s just not healthy, a death wish to get your jollies.”

Klaus flashed toward him and pressed him to the wall by the neck. “It’s a good thing my blood is the cure to wolf venom, then.” Caroline had expected him to snarl, but his voice was perfectly calm and even courteous in a sense. “You seem to be the one with a death wish, given your flippant regard for certain intimacies that don’t involve you.”

Enzo regarded him through narrowed eyes, not at all appearing to care that his life was in mortal danger. Immortal danger? The whole vampire vernacular was something Caroline still had to get used to, thanks to her mostly sheltered, unique experience back home. It was a particular goal she hoped to accomplish during this first world tour, provided she got Enzo out of New Orleans alive. “See what I mean?” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Dramatic. This has been fun, but-”

“Honestly, Caroline, you should have known better than to show up here with some Salvatore knock-off expecting Nik not to tear his head off.” Rebekah strode into the room, heels clacking on the brick with each step. “Now take your little friend and leave, you’re not invited to dinner. Marcel, show them out, please.”

Caroline’s jaw ached with the tension required not to snap at the other woman and her imperious attitude. Of course, Klaus had yet to move an inch while Enzo just smiled in that easygoing way of his. “Trust me, Rebekah,” she sighed, pressing her hands to her face. “This isn’t how I hoped to be spending my evening either. I wasn’t going to call until-”

And in an instant, Klaus had dropped Enzo from the wall to flash before her with that predator look about him. A possessive gold ringed his pupils. “Until?”

Swallowing at the intense focus he seemed to have only for her, Caroline shook her head. “I wanted to explore a little bit,” she explained in a shaky voice. “You know, see the city myself before I let you try to sell its good qualities.”

His mouth pulled up into an indulgent smile, like she’d fallen into his meticulously laid trap. “I look forward to hearing your thoughts on New Orleans, love, to know your mind in all things. But I take issue with the idea that I might try to sell you a false image of the city when I think you’d enjoy it despite its more sinister tendencies. I have a feeling you’ll come to love those as well, in time.”

“She’s got rules against eating people, mate,” Enzo helpfully supplied, having worked himself up to leaning against the wall on his own accord. “If you can get her to loosen up on that front, I’ll be your biggest- What was the word, Gorgeous? When you tried to set up your dear friend Matt to date anyone other than Elena?”

Eyes wide, she wondered if she could actually learn how to kill with a glare alone. “You are not,” she fumed, “going to be Klaus’s wingman when it comes to me.”

“Like he needs one,” Rebekah scoffed, making a sour face. “She’s already fascinated. No taste, that one.”

Enzo shrugged. “She didn’t go for me, so I’m inclined to agree. But she kept me on as a friend, which means you don’t get to talk about her that way.”

Arms crossed and veins just beginning to show, Rebekah looked ready to kill while Marcel watched the show with a sense of amusement and alarm in case things got bloody.

Klaus smirked, hardly paying them any attention. He gently tugged at a curl hanging loose on her shoulder. “Have you seen much of the city yet, sweetheart? Your plans aside, there are some hidden gems I think you’d like to see.”

“I’m not staying,” Caroline blurted out, needing him to hear it once before he had a chance to talk her out of it. At his hurt expression, though, she felt the need to continue, “I’m going to see the world, and I’m excited about it. Enzo kind of invited himself along, but I like the company and he spent like sixty years in a cell getting tortured, probably deserves the vacation. Anyway, we still don’t know where we’re going first, maybe we’ll leave when we figure it out. I’m leaning toward India, but he likes South America.”

Smiling, Klaus seemed almost enchanted by her rambling. His plain enjoyment of her habits was something she never thought she would get used to. “You came here first.”

“Don’t get a big head about it,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I might be willing to accept suggestions and warnings about certain locations, figured you would be a good brain to pick. You’re never short of opinions.”

Klaus looked up with that infinitely smug grin of his. “Happy to be of service in any way I can. I may have a list or two for you, but only once you’ve decided upon a starting point. I’d hate to influence this trip of yours, if I’m already not to be trusted in my own city.”

Watching Rebekah and Enzo bicker with each other, Caroline met his gaze once again with a little more confidence. “Show me you can be trusted,” she challenged, her hips twirling just a bit in a tease. “I haven’t had a chance to find a beignet yet.”

Somehow, his grin widened further to show off his dimples in earnest and said, “It would be my pleasure.” Raising his elbow, Klaus waited patiently until she slid her hand into the crook of his arm with an amused, though resigned sigh. As he led her out of the compound, he couldn’t help pressing his luck. “Now, tell me all about this freshman year that finally pushed you out of the nest of the human life you were chasing.”

“Ugh,” Caroline groaned. “Where do I even start?”

Klaus didn’t care, he was just thrilled that she was there at all.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #to rely on the kindness of strangers #fic: gorgeous #my writing #anon anon #thanks for the prompt! #i hope you like it!

[timelordthirteen]

Some Other Time - Part 2

Mr. Gold/Lacey French, Mature

Summary: College student Lacey dumps her boyfriend and needs a new apartment, it just so happens her professor, Dr. Gold, has a room to rent.

Chapter Summary: Anon asked: Does Some Other Time!Lacey do yoga? If so, does Gold like to watch without her noticing?

Notes: For the impromptu Full Frontal Rumbelle Challenge that @emospritelet and @thatravenclawbitch started. I said I wasn't going to do anymore of this verse but here I am. I am a weak, pathetic writer, just out here begging for attention.

[AO3]

He was going to Hell.

Or, perhaps, he was already there? Yes, that made more sense. He was in Hell. One of his own foolish making, the road, as always, paved with the best of intentions from the moment he uttered the words, “I have an apartment you could rent, Miss French.”

For the first three weeks Gold barely knew Lacey was occupying any space in his house. He might see or hear her come and go, always using the back stairs and the back door so she could cut down the alley to the edge of campus, but apart from that they had no interactions within the confines of his pink Victorian. She joked one afternoon, as they sat in his university office, sorting through essays, that she was like Mrs. Rochester, locked away in the attic.

Except he wouldn’t have minded at all if she’d come down once in a while, perhaps for dinner. He saw some of the things she ate, and seemed mostly to subsist on take out, pizza, and ramen noodle cups. The spicy shrimp were her favorite if the case of 50 she brought home from the wholesale warehouse place was anything to go by. She seemed so proud of herself that she got them for a quarter each, and that made him wonder if he was charging her too much rent, and if he was making her financial situation worse.

He wanted to invite her to dinner, to sit in his kitchen and sip wine while he cooked for her. He wanted to make her laugh and get in arguments over translations of Homer, to see that fire in her eyes and hear her accent deepening as she got more and more insistent that she was right.

He wondered what she’d be like to live with, really live with. Did she leave dirty dishes in the sink or her socks on the floor? Did she insist on straightening the bookshelves before she went to bed? Did she turn the TV off or fall asleep with it on?

But of all the things Gold had considered about Lacey French, he could have never anticipated what the sight of her doing yoga on his patio would do to him.

Her back arched as she rose up, keeping her hands and feet flat on the ground as she did so. The pose left her with her arse in the air, made even more noticeable by the tight black leggings she was wearing. She moved slowly and gracefully, like a dancer, as her body rolled up slowly, her arms loose until her shoulders had squared themselves. Her hands came up over her head and then behind, stretching down to between her shoulder blades. She brought one leg up, bending it at the knee behind her and then raising it higher. Her body bent forward slightly, and she reached back to grab her foot with her hands Then, in a move he’d only ever seen Olympic gymnasts and ballet dancers do, she pulled her leg up.

He turned away a few seconds later, just as she lowered herself to her knees again and stretched over the mat. Her legs were slightly spread, and the position lifted her backside suggestively. The soothing voice of the instructor she was listening to called it Downward Dog, but the only thing in his mind involving the word dog was something far filthier.

His trousers were tight and he hurried from the room before it could get worse. Images floated through his mind, how flexible she was, how graceful her body moved, how strong her legs were, and how good it would feel to have them wrapped around him, squeezing him as he -

Fuck.

Gold shook his head sharply and glared down at his traitorous body as he sagged against the wall. Guilt sat heavy in his gut at the way he’d ogled her.

Lacey was his former student, a teaching assistant in his department, and now his tenant. He should not be having lurid fantasies of her while she was exercising. After a few minutes, he knew the feeling wasn’t going to leave anytime soon, so he made his way upstairs for a cold shower.

Lacey smiled as she sat up, breathing out slowly as she stretched. She always felt good after exercising, but today there was something different, something that wasn’t an endorphin rush and the burn in her muscles.

It was probably Gold.

Since she’d moved in to the small attic apartment in his house, it felt like a weight had been lifted. Trying to find a student apartment in late September was a lost cause, and the only thing she’d been able to find in her price range was well on the other side of the city. She would have had to drive every day and pay extra for parking. In the winter it would have been hellish to say the least.

Gold’s offer was like manna from heaven, and once she moved in, she knew she wasn’t going to try very hard to find another place unless she had to. His house was lovely, a perfect mixture of old and new, and the apartment was just the right space for her. Small and cozy, but light and open at the same time. It was one large room with a bathroom at the back, and a large partition between the bedroom area and the rest of the living space. The kitchenette suited her perfectly, since she rarely did more than heat up soup or boil water for tea.

Coming home to her own little space had reinvigorated her somehow, made her feel more relaxed. Even though she was renting and still sharing a space, it felt different from just renting any old apartment in a big building with ten floors and an elevator that broke once a week just when you were trying to carrying up the groceries. Maybe it was because she was sharing with a person she trusted more than anyone else, who seemed to understand her in a way few others ever had. Maybe it was because she wanted them to share a bit more.

She sighed and rolled up her yoga mat, tucking it under her arm as she slipped through the french doors into the living room. It was foolish to think that Gold would ever consider a relationship with her. He was unconventionally handsome, funny, and brilliant, and when he swaggered into class with his cane and three-piece suit her whole body tingled. But she was an older undergrad with a GED and a few courses from a community college, working her ass off to try to get a degree that might barely pay off her student loans when she was done. He was a tenured professor with numerous published articles, who had traveled the world, was writing his own book, and even assisted Scotland Yard once. They got on well so far, and she thought maybe they could be friends eventually.

She stopped to check the mailbox before she went upstairs, but there was nothing except the usual junk and a catalog for a lingerie shop. It made her cheeks heat to think about Gold seeing it. Would he wonder if she’d ordered from it? Would he ever flip through it and imagine her in something, preferably from the back pages where the naughtier stuff was. Grinning, she made her way up to the second floor and down the hallway, towards the stairs up to the attic space.

Just then, Gold stepped out of the hall bath, wrapped in a fluffy blue towel.

Lacey gasped and dropped her mail. Gold made a high pitched noise he would later deny, and dropped his towel.

Her eyes couldn’t help themselves as they traveled down his body. He was leaner than he seemed when he wore his three piece suits, and his skin looked soft and smooth. There was no hair on his chest, but the thin, dark trail that lead down from his navel pulled her gaze right down.

She gasped again. He was - his cock was - damn.

Her focus snapped to his face, which was bright red and frozen in something between shock and abject horror.

“Shit! Sorry!” she exclaimed, spinning around and covering her eyes at the same time.

Gold scrambled to pick up his towel, holding it in front of him as he limped to his room as quickly as possible. He had to move passed Lacey to do it, giving her a flash of his bare arse, which made him wince again in humiliation.

She peeked between her fingers as he ducked around the corner into the bedroom, and bit her lip as she caught a flash of his backside. The door shut sharply, and she blew out a slow breath before she turned and hurried up the stairs, visions of his swaying cock and dimpled ass leaving her with a wide grin and warm ache in her core.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #golden lace #golden lace fic #some other time #fic #my rumbelle fic #my golden lace fic #rumbelle full frontal #why did i write more of this? #why am i starting another thing? #i hate me

[captainkoolguy]

You're about to make a suggestion as to where you'd like to see — and feel — Gwyn, but for once the wolfess takes the initiative and motions for silence with a raised finger. Her ears swivel this way and that, perhaps listening for anyone else who might be nearby. Satisfied with what she hears — or doesn't hear, the wolfess looks around furtively, leans in close, and whispers to you. "Gale, if I might make a suggestion as to what we're going to do this time?" It's nice of her to take the initiative once in a while. Okay, what does she feel like today? "I... um..." Her lightly flushed face darkens to a deep crimson, her cheeks burning. Yes? It's not very nice of her to make a move and then leave you hanging like this. "Could you please be my daddy for a bit?" Hmm? You're not entirely sure you heard that right. "Well..." Gwyn takes a deep breath and lets it all out in one massive sigh. "You know how much I love my Daddy, but I'm not going to ask that of him. Not when..." If she's thinking what you're thinking... "You sort of look like him right now," Gwyn mutters, not looking you in the eye. "You feel like him — a bit. But most importantly, you have the same kind of smell that Daddy does. If I close my eyes and use my nose instead, it's not too hard for me to start imagining things... "I'm not going to ask you to pretend to be my daddy, Gale; that would be demeaning to both you and him. But you can be a daddy for a bit, can't you?" You pause for a moment to consider your reply, then notice Gwyn's face shift into the dopey, happy expression of an enthralled puppy. You don't have to use magic to guess at what the nursery matron is clearly fantasizing about — the heat radiating off her body tells you all you need to know not to mention the desperate, musky smell of arousal rising from her fur. Those are some huge daddy issues Gwyn's got, and it's up to you as to whether you want to help her work them out or not. Are you game for a little roleplay of sorts?

Hah. Well, if Gwyn wants someone to call daddy while getting pounded... well, who're you to say no? So long as Garth doesn't find out, that is... but what happens within these walls remains here. A smile on your face, you push the tea and cookies aside and tell Gwyn that she'd better prepare herself, because she's been really bad and you need to have a talk with her in private.

Gwyn looks appropriately chastised, but you notice that she can't stop her tail from wagging, the poor dear. Either way, you've committed yourself to this with those last words, so you might as well not disappoint poor Gwyn. Taking a firm hold of the nursery matron by her ungloved hand, you throw open the kitchen door and drag her out with all the authority you can muster. Gwyn follows eagerly behind you like a puppy faced with the prospect of a treat, and a few curious eyes trail the two of you as you cross the nursery's main room and make a beeline for Gwyn's bedroom at the back of the building. It's only when the two of you are inside and the door firmly locked that you pause and think for a moment how you're going to go about this. Hmm... given what Gwyn's told you...

Girl!

Gwyn practically snaps to attention, her whole body tensing as she sniffs at the air. You rummage around a bit in the drawers and find a spare pillowcase — without hesitation, you step up to Gwyn and bind it over her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. There, that should help her play out her fantasies a little easier. Snarling wolfishly, you press down on Gwyn's shoulders until she's on her knees in front of you, head bowed towards the ground.

Now, does she know what she's done? Why you've called her into her room to speak with her in private?

"N-no, Daddy. But — but I've been a bad girl, haven't I?"

Hmph, yes. She's gotten up in all sorts of mischief; such a naughty puppy she's been! And what did you tell her about not dragging all sorts of junk into the house again? For the gods' sakes, other people are going to pay to spend the night under this roof, and she's just going to dirty it up all over again?

"B-b-but my treasures -"

You cut Gwyn off with a low growl and cuff to the shoulder. Can be placed somewhere else, just not here.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Gwyn whimpers, bowing her blindfolded head and sniffing the air. Oh, that's a mighty fine scent coming straight from her, and you wonder what she's smelling on you. "I know I've been very bad, and -"

Try as she might, Gwyn can't help but moan softly, cringing a little as the sound escapes her lips. She tries to bite it back, but to no avail — the silence of her bedroom makes everything clear as day to your lupine ears.

What was that you heard?

"No, Daddy! Nothing!" Gwyn paws at the floor, her chest heaving as she pants wildly in panic, her tail thrashing about. "I- I didn't say anything!"

Oh, now she's lying to you, is she? That's another stroke on the naughty list for her! Reaching down, you catch the hem of Gwyn's long skirts and yank them up before she can stop you — not that she's got the heart to disobey her daddy. Unsurprisingly, she's already created a large, sticky stain on her panties, one that's spreading by the moment, the heat-swollen lips of her cunt clearly outlined on the wet garment amidst sodden fur.

Well, well, well... being berated and punished by daddy dearest makes her wet, does it? You'd never have thought she'd feel that way towards you, would you?

"I-It's not what you think... really... "

It doesn't matter what you think, it's what you're seeing that's the important thing. And what you're seeing is making you think you really need to give your naughty puppy some special discipline this time around. Such scandalous thoughts about her dear old father, most unbecoming of a daughter!

Gwyn whines, then yelps as you grab her by the neckline of her one-piece dress. The next few moments pass in a bit of a blur, but you almost literally rip Gwyn's clothes off her body — it's only because of her wriggling about to help you that the fabric of her dress holds, and you fling it away roughly to flutter neglected on the bed. Down to just her soft nursing bra and panties, Gwyn draws a trembling breath and holds it as you lean in close to her kneeling form, so close that you're certain she can feel your breath on her face. Satisfied, you stand up and give her a pat between the ears even as you work at disrobing yourself, your leather jerkin falling to the ground before you kick it away..

Don't worry, it'll be all right. Daddy's going to take care of everything, her included.

That's enough to set her off. The wolfess shudders from head to toe, her sumptuous curves aquiver, and makes a pained, needy, animal noise as her panties become truly and well soaked with glistening girl-cum. Tears stain her blindfold as her cries die into moans, and she leans against you, grabbing your furry leg and hugging it tight.

"I love you, Daddy." Raising her head to better get your scent, Gwyn pushes her breasts together with both hands; her lady lumps strain against the cloth of her nursing bra, nipples clearly outlined for all to see. "Look at what you made with Mommy. Aren't I beautiful?"

Haha. You have to admit that yes, Gwyn is quite the treasure; it's only natural, since she's your daughter. And as you stroke and grasp at her supple bosom, feeling warm fur and flesh yield under your fingers, there's little doubt that Gwyn feels beautiful, too.

"Do you want to appreciate me more, Daddy?" Gwyn asks with all the eagerness of a puppy desperate to please. "Do you? I'm better than Mommy at making puppies, you know. They'll all be beautiful."

Why, does she think she's going to weasel her way out of a punishment like this? Lest she's forgotten, she's still a very, very naughty puppy, and getting naughtier by the moment. There's no way she's getting out of this scot-free, alas.

"Oh, Daddy." Sniffing and shuffling a little closer to you, Gwyn leans forward and wraps her arms about your legs and knees in a great big doggy hug. "If you've got to punish me, then... there's nothing I can do about it, is there? I've been a very naughty puppy..."

Well then. She can start by standing up — you've something suitable in mind here, yes. Blindfolded as she is, Gwyn struggles to comply, and you speed up the process by grabbing the wolfess by the wrist and leading her over to the bed, easing her such that her paw-like hands are firmly planted on the mattress, her feet on the floor, and the rest of her bent over with her butt high in the air, framed by her simple panties.

"Daddy, what are you — oh. Oh." Unable to contain herself any further, Gwyn moans like a wanton whore as you take one of her plump asscheeks in hand and press your fingers down hard, shamelessly groping the nursery matron as if she were a wanton whore. She yelps and moans again, pushing her ass into your palms and wiggling about as you knead and press with as much rough, raw power as you can summon. The only way this could be better is if you were really Garth toying with his fecund daughter's ass, but you'll take what you can get — which in this case means the other half of Gwyn's delicious butt.

Gwyn sinks her face into the sheets and howls in ecstasy. Hopefully the walls here are reasonably soundproof...

No time to rest, though. Avoiding the nursery matron's furiously wagging tail, you play her ass with strong, powerful gropes for a few more minutes before finishing up with a firm smack to her ass. Casually, you edge a finger against Gwyn's soaked panties, allowing it to brush against the wolfess' cunt through the fabric — and feel her muscles tense and puppy-hole tighten, trying to draw the probing digit into her. Even though she's already pregnant, Gwyn's body is running on automatic by this point, trying to stuff her puppy pack fuller than it already is. Can she conceive while already pregnant? If there's anyone in the whole of Savarra who can manage such a feat, it'd have to be Gwyn.

Aww, how cute. Not yet, though. Not yet. Stepping away from Gwyn's ass, you sidle up to the wolfess' side and slide a hand about  the fertile swell of her midriff, getting bigger and bigger by the day. You move your hand in large, languid circles, feeling the faint throbbing of puppies being grown inside her breed-happy womb with swift and brutal efficiency.

Why, has she gone and gotten herself knocked up again?

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I've gone and been such a naughty puppyslut. But it feels so good, having warm cream between my legs and inside me, all hot and slippery..."

Oh no, you don't really have a problem with that. What you do have a problem with is how she went and let other people put puppies in her without letting her daddy have first pick. Why would she do that to her dear old dad? Her dear, darling, daring, dashing daddy?

"Okayokay! I didn't know! You get to put some puppies in there first next time, Daddy! I want... I want your children. And your grandchildren. I want your puppies, Daddy!"

You tickle Gwyn's swollen tummy, and the wolfess squeals in delight; there's a good girl. At the rate she's going, you'll be your own grandpa before long.

It's been a very nice visit, but it's probably time to turn your attentions elsewhere now. Sidestepping forward so you can reach Gwyn's front, you walk your fingers past her breastbone and up onto her puppy feeders proper, while your other hand works away at her bra. In a matter of moments, it's off and fluttering off onto the sheets, leaving your hand to cup those milk makers as they bounce free of their restraints.

Gwyn's boobs aren't particularly large, but boy are they dense. Weighty and firm as they press against your touch, they bounce and jiggle as you push upwards tenderly, Gwyn whining and moaning all the while. Her dark, engorged nipples brush against your fingertips, damp and rock-hard, and Gwyn lets out a piteous howl as you catch hold of each one in turn and tease the fat nub of flesh between thumb and forefinger.

"Don't tease me like that, Daddy... please, please fuck me already..."

Now, now. Good things come to those who are patient, yes? Besides, this is supposed to be her punishment. Did she think it was going to be easy on her?

Gwyn groans with aching, pent-up need, and you give one of her nipples a pinch, releasing a small stream of rich white cream onto the sheets. At this, Gwyn goes completely rigid and makes a muffled, needy noise in the back of her throat. Aww, the poor dear is at odds with wanting to obey her dear daddy and the increasingly insistent instincts of her body — perhaps you should see just how long she can hold out before she breaks down.

With that thought in mind, you take your sweet time petting Gwyn's puppy feeders, rolling the dense, milky masses with one hand while the other ever so gently teases the rim of her honeypot through her panties. Gwyn's muffled cries of lust and need grow increasingly pained with each moment that you persist in teasing her, denying her the fatherly approval that she craves, all that pent-up hunger — and cum- desperately seeking an avenue of release -

Gwyn can't take it any longer. With an agonized howl, the nursery matron goes weak in the knees as her body is racked by a powerful orgasm. She slumps forward onto the bed, turning her body to the side so the puppies growing in her belly aren't squashed under her weight. It's a few moments before Gwyn finally manages to recover some of her senses, and the wolfess turns her head back to sniff at you. Even with her blindfold, you get the impression that she's looking at you — or more likely, using her rather active imagination to project Garth onto you.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself..."

We're all mortals here, you remind Gwyn. We all have our limits. Smiling, you gather Gwyn's tail in your hands, taking your time in giving its whole silken length long, languid strokes. On her part, Gwyn slowly recovers from her first release, gasping and gulping down great lungfuls of air as strength gradually returns to her form.

Now, now, this is no time to get all tired. You're far from done with her punishment, after all.

"Ooohh..."

With a small flourish, you yank down Gwyn's panties, pulling it down to her thighs before ordering her to step out of them. Gwyn is more than happy to comply, and you fling the offending garment away, where it makes a wet, satisfying sound as it hits the wall. Now unprotected and fully exposed, Gwyn's' cunt winks at you needily, the wolfess wiggling her bottom at you as she tries to stay firm on her feet.

Ah, she's so beautiful.

"Daddy..." Gwyn has to pant to get the words out, pausing for a second or two between every few words. "Fuck me, Daddy. I've been such a naughty puppy, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't around to take me in hand..."

No, she wouldn't, would she? She'd just be a sad, lost puppy.

"Please make me your bitch, Daddy. I know you'll never love me as much as you did Mommy, but that's fine; I can live with that. I know you care for me, but not in the way that you did to Mommy, and that makes me so jealous... all I want to do is be your bitch, even if I'll always have to be number two. Is that so much to ask? To be your breeding bitch and spend the rest of my life giving you puppies? Our puppies..."

Well, looks like Gwyn's gone and lost herself in yet another one of her fatherly fantasies. With the heat and scent of Gwyn's arousal filling the entirety of the room, you've already gone more than half-hard — a quick brush of your shaft against her inner thigh, the feel of her girl-juices openly pouring from her honeypot, and you have to stifle a groan yourself as you feel your giant, pointed prick becoming painfully erect and engorged, touch working with the smell of sex to bring you to maximum readiness in minimum time.

Psh, enough foreplay. Gwyn's ready — arguably, she's been ready, for a long, long time. Grabbing hold of the nursery matron's birthing hips, you slam yourself into her cunt with a loud, wet squelch. Gwyn's pussy lips pose virtually no resistance at all to your entry — on the contrary, her inner walls are most welcoming of the intrusion, their silken surfaces clinging tightly to your arm-sized, animalistic dick as you plumb Gwyn's heated nethers. Burying her face into the mattress, the wolfess howls and cries, her paw-like hands scrunching up the bedsheets as she bucks against you, trying to take as much of you into her as possible.

Unfortunately for you, you don't get too far in before meeting with some hefty resistance. Despite your pushing and prodding, you can't force your way past this strange barrier — seems like Gwyn's body knows enough to not let anything into her womb while there're puppies growing inside it. A bit of a shame you won't be able to go balls deep into her while she's carrying your offspring, but hey, it's worth it for the chance to see Gwyn literally swelling with pride.

You'll just have to make do with what you can get — just like what Gwyn is doing right now.

Be that as it may, you feel your own body preparing for release, an ominous churning in your balls that grows and surges by the second. One hammer, two hammer, three, and your tip twitches inside Gwyn before releasing the entirety of your load into her.

Despite the enthusiasm with which Gwyn is fucking you, her powerful womb isn't accepting any new tenants while it's still being occupied. While rope after rope of your seed blasts into the nursery matron, it washes out from her puppy-hole as it stretches and redirects the flow out about the girth of your knotty dog-cock, creating an extremely messy creampie.

In fact, given the sheer volume of seed that you've built up — one that's no doubt helped along by Gwyn's vigorous participation and the heavy scent of breeding in the air — it sprays back out of her, paints your groin, gushes down both your thighs, and finally ends up on the floor. Not before giving a wet, glistening white shine to everything, though.

It's as if someone tried to stuff a pie crust with too much cream, with pretty much the same results — actually, that isn't too far off from what actually happened, yes? Either way, that's one mess she's going to have to clean up later.

Finally sated now that you've thoroughly and utterly creampied her, Gwyn nestles into the bedsheets. Her butt and legs still hang off the side as you slowly manage to withdraw from her, a few strands of cum still joining the two of you before finally breaking away. You take a step back to admire your handiwork — a blindfolded, naked Gwyneth lying practically insensate on the sheets, cum staining her thighs and the ground, her tail wagging furiously in sheer bliss.

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for making me your breeding bitch. I'll be so much better at it than Mommy ever was; I'll give you so many strong, healthy puppies."

You smile, lean over the bed, and stroke Gwyn's fuzzy ears. Good girl.

"I love you, Daddy."

You love her too, sweetheart.

"Mmmrr..." With the glow of your lovemaking fading, exhaustion is catching up to Gwyn, and the nursery matron's already beginning to doze off. On your part, you find an empty spot on the mattress, sit down, and make yourself as comfortable as you can while you clean up — it doesn't seem right to leave Gwyn here and now. Sure, there's going to be a bit of a letdown when she comes to and realizes that what just happened was just the two of you playing out a fantasy...

But for now, a few moments of reality are better than none, right?