Airboy: Daddy's Girl (Patreon)

Davy usually tried to stay in shape, but ever since the business in Bogantilla, he’d added jogging to his exercises. Maybe it was that he’d developed a taste for sharing, in some small way, the high speeds Birdie took him up to. Maybe it was because with all he had to deal with, standing still made him feel like a sitting duck. At least in motion, he was like a moving target for all the thoughts and memories he wanted to avoid.

As he rounded the curve around the Monastery, he saw Valkyrie going in ‘the guest house,’ the quarters put aside for her whenever she stayed with him and Hirota. She didn’t see him, but Davy couldn’t mistake her supple ass as she wiggled up the stairs to her front door. Just thinking about what he’d feel as his hand crested the bare skin of that ass started his cock growing down the leg of his sweatpants.

His mind wandering into a haze, Davy ran the rest of his two miles with a hard-on. It controlled his mind like a joystick flew a plane, pitching him into thinking of Valkyrie’s full, voluptuous breasts. But as soon as he thought of them, he imagined his father liking them as much as he did, kissing them, fucking her just as he wanted to. Davy’s smoldering erection died, as he’d wanted it too, but it left him with an emptiness he couldn’t stand.

Davy turned up the last stretch before the finish line. He had to forget about love—just finish the damn run!

He couldn’t take his own advice. He could almost feel the soft touch of Val’s tongue on the head of his cock, while at the same time all he could see in his mind was Val kneeling in front of his father’s hard prick. Christ, how could he get this screwed up in just a few short weeks? How could he be with a woman who he knew his father had been with first? How could he not, when she looked the way she did and made him feel the way he felt?

He made his way around the monastery for the last time and saw the guest house again. Now he could see the door was open. Davy took his twitching erection up the stoop and pushed open the cracked door.

“Val? You in here?” he called. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, Davy,” Val said, coming out from the kitchen. “I saw that you were running and I thought that I would make you some lemonade to cool you down.”

That wasn’t all she had done. She’d showered, now wearing a short robe over her gleaming wet flesh. It hung open, revealing a luscious abundance of her cleavage, but Davy was almost more drawn to how her dark, wet hair—always so thick and full—hung down her back and fell over her face in rivulets.

She stroked a few strands back, out of her eyes, and Davy was again struck by the perfection of her face. Her precise, angular features were almost intimidating, but there was real warmth, heat, in her luscious eyes and plush lips. Even fresh from the shower, she glowed with a raw sensuality that was natural—no amount of make-up or fashion could give it to her. And Davy had never met any other woman, no matter how made-up or well-dressed, who had it.

She offered him the glass of lemonade and Davy took it, drinking deeply—the cool, tart juice killing his thirst and soothing the strain of exertion. Between it and the lush sight of Val, he felt no exhaustion whatsoever. But without that, with him feeling so alive he could’ve just woken up from a long slumber… all of Davy’s body felt like dry tinder for Val to set alight.

“I’m glad you visited me,” Val purred. “It’s good you’re taking care of yourself—exercising, training—but there is the mental as well as the physical. You’d be surprised how much one can harm themselves, devoting all their energy to their physicality… to advancing their goals… without anything left over for enjoying themselves… revitalizing their spirit.”

She had another glass in her other hand, which she sipped. With the hand that had given Davy his drink free, she could’ve adjusted her robe—moved to cover herself more thoroughly—but she made no move to do so. Val sat back on the couch and relaxed, leaning back, not showing much more than her exposing costume, but also seeming to have no care at all if he saw every inch of her.

“Is that what you’ve been doing?” Davy asked her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Trying to,” Val corrected him. “I’ve been gone a long time. I have no goal to work towards, save acclimating myself to this new world so that when the chaos comes, I am ready for it.”

Davy’s throat felt dry already, even though he’d just polished off the glass of lemonade. “Strange way to live… always expecting chaos.”

“It is the only way to live,” Val insisted. “Haven’t you found yourself in danger, over and over again, since Hirota put that uniform on your back? And haven’t you enjoyed yourself?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. I’m just happy to be alive.”

“Exactly. Not everyone is.” Val’s eyes dragged over him, stopping at his empty glass. “Would you like more?”

Her legs slowly parted, giving Davy a better look up their length. Val noticed his eyes were on her exposed skin. Her thighs twitched, toned with powerful muscle. She opened her legs a bit more. The robe gaped suggestively.

“Don’t get up,” Davy told her. “There’s more in the kitchen, right?”

“Yes…” Val shook her own glass, swirling the ice cubes around the remaining lemonade. “Or you could have some of mine.”

“I’ll get my own.”

“Nonsense. You’ve just been through exercising. Sit. Take a load off. I’ll serve you; you’ve done enough for me.”

“Have I?” Davy asked, as if in a daze, and sat down on the other side of the couch.

Val smiled. His thigh was touching hers. The leg of his pants was damp with sweat. She rubbed her leg against his, enjoying the feel of that warm moisture on her clean, cool skin.

“I don’t think your father enjoyed himself—after I was gone. He let himself get sucked into an obsession. Work, work, work. No relief. No release. That’s why he couldn’t get free of his trap. You men hate to admit it, but even the heroes are not gods. You can work at knocking down a mountain as hard as you wish, it won’t fall. You have to find another way around it.”

“What about you?” Davy snapped at her. “Are there things you can’t resist? Urges you can’t deny?”

“Of course,” Val replied. “It’s easier when you just want something—you simply take it. But if you want your feelings to be returned, to share something, like your father and I did…”

“Damn it, Val!” Davy pounded his fist on the armrest. “That’s the last time you’ll bring up my dad!”

Val flinched at the violence of his response, but her eyes still flickered with interest. “Why should it bother you? Aren’t you comfortable thinking of me as his, not yours?”

“I’m not at all comfortable! Not comfortable thinking of sharing you with him, even the memory of him! If you want me, want to be mine… it’s all I can do to stop from fucking you right here, right now. If you don’t want me to, you’d better be the one to stop me. I’m tired of stopping myself.”

“But you can’t stand the thought of sharing me with your father?”

“No!” Davy cried vehemently.

“Then leave nothing left for him.”

Davy didn’t hold himself back any longer, but thrust himself onto her body. He took one of her breasts in hand while his lips latched to hers, providing her his warm tongue to be sucked on. But he could only be satisfied by kissing her mouth for so long. The firm resilience of her tit in his hand was too tempting.

He kissed his way down the opening in her gown, his hands going up to stroke her lovely face and pet through her soft hair. Val kissed his hand repeatedly as he suckled at one of her perfect nipples, biting gently, his teeth scraping over warmly engorged flesh, stretching out Val’s areola as she moaned in overt approval.

She pressed her cleavage up to his exploring mouth and pushed at his wrists, wanting more of the thrilling excitement of his hands on her hot skin. She was soon writhing passionately, feeling Davy’s mouth on her nipples, his hand squeezing the teat that he couldn’t suck on. She felt his erect manhood against her thigh.

Davy dropped his hand down to the sash of Val’s robe, opening it up to get to the little that wasn’t already exposing. Pulling the bottom of her robe aside, he reached down to her pussy, felt the hot slipperiness that awaited his touch.

“Oooooh!” Val moaned, feeling his fingers sample her tightness. “I’m all ready for you… Let’s see if you’re ready for me.”

She reached between his legs, feeling the tent that his erection had made in his sweatpants. She wasn’t disappointed. Davy had a nice thick cock, made to be sucked, made to please a woman. Val pulled the elastic waistband of his pants down under his erection, then dropped down beside the couch, kneeling on the floor with her head at Davy’s waist.

She was immediately confronted with a pearly drop of precum running down his throbbing glans. Val caught it immediately with her tongue, the sweet taste mingling with the musky smell of his sweat to arouse her even more than she already was.

“Ready as you’ll ever be,” she teased.

“And tired of waiting,” Davy grunted.

“I can wait to taste your cum if you can wait to give it to me,” Val cooed, running her finger along an engorged vein in Davy’s length.

Another drop of precum oozed from his cockhead for her to taste, its deliciousness making Val feel on the verge of frenzy. If she’d wanted to ravish Davy before, now she knew there was no stopping herself. Val would have his cock or she would burst into flames. Her only consolation was that there was no way Davy could want her to stop.

Closing her fist on the base of his cock, Val assuaged her own need the only way she knew how. She ran her moist tongue over the helmet of Davy’s throbbing cock, relishing the taste as it hit her tongue, then sucking hungrily for more. Then, sucking even harder, she took his stiff prick into her luscious lips.

As she suckled at his erection, Val tugged impatiently at Davy’s pants until he helped her pull them off. She slotted herself into place between his legs on the couch and pumped her mouth up and down on his cockhead and the first few inches of his shaft, before freeing her mouth to kiss at the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. Her eyes were big and bright as she watched his balls move around his sac in response to her lapping tongue.

“I always love seeing how full they are,” Val purred sensuously. “Lets me know how much I’m going to be able to get out of you before I have to stop.”

Milking his raging erection with both mouth and fingers, Val spared one hand to cup Davy’s balls. She massaged them gently, getting a feel for the hot cum waiting for her inside. She could taste it on his glanshole as well and that drove her wild, making her pitch her mouth up and down his length, lick madly at his knob for every drop of precum his arousal produced.

Davy could hardly contain his appreciation. “Jesus Christ! Feels so damned good, having you suck me off!”

A wave of excitement swept through Val’s cunt as she mouthed his prick. As hard as it was for her to think of anything but the massive erection skewering her mouth, she had to imagine how it would feel as it fucked her—how Davy would praise her as he experienced her tight pussy instead of her mouth.

But as much as Val looked forward to that, she couldn’t yet let go of the taste of his cock or how it felt inside her mouth. She took in as much of his shaft as she could without gagging, playing her wet little tongue all over his length as her head pumped up and down on it as well, as if priming Davy for how she wanted him to piston his cock into her soft cunt. Then she just barely managed to pull her mouth off his rigid erection, holding her lips against his glans in a constant struggle not to take his cock down her throat again.

“Davy,” she moaned. “Which are you going to fuck now? My mouth or my pussy?”

“Hnnngh!” Davy exclaimed, his hands on her head, ready to force her mouth back down on his prick. But despite the tightness of his grip, he restrained himself.

Val didn’t begrudge him his willingness to fuck her face. She was barely holding back herself. “Which one, Davy? Which one gets all that cum inside you?”

Davy couldn’t even answer, but leapt to his feet and pulled Val up behind him, looking around for a bed.

“In there! Fuck me in there!” Val told him, pointing to the bedroom, and Davy didn’t even try to drag her along. He picked her up and carried her there.