Chapter 4 - Parental Mishaps (Incest, Breeding, Pregnant Sex)

(This particular chapter is linked to a recent commission of mine, which you can find here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/pupete/969845/Commission-Again-daddy- )

Varren was only sixteen when he managed to smuggle himself onto a spaceship and escape his home planet. Even back then he was a randy piece of work, all too eager to get into trouble and make a name for himself. A year after his successful escape he found himself smuggling drugs and weapons to the planet Cardacia. The Cardacians were a semi-aquatic species, able to survive on their surface cities or below the harsh waves of the planet’s vast ocean. A beautiful people, and just as boisterous and wild as Varren himself. The Cardacians had half-lives compared to most sentient beings. They lived, on average, only fifty years or less. Because of their short lives they tried to cram as many experiences into their lives as possible. They had an insatiable appetite for exploration, new adventures, and often times sexual dalliances. That last one was something Varren took particular interest in.



Back then he found a powerful and beautiful Surdama, one of the higher ranking members of the Cardacian’s oligarchy. She was beautiful, powerful, with the influence to condemn any offworlder to death should they displease her. She was also his contact for the job he was on at the time. She controlled the underworld market of her homeworld, funneling drugs and weapons into the….proper hands. And she found the young, strapping altered human a sweet treat. She indulged him, and he indulged himself with her. He spent more than a month on that watery world, taming the Surdama with his own virile passions and dominance. 


Those were fond memories, but ones he never expected to relive. Not until nearly a year ago. Before he had his own starship, before his turn of luck as he called it. Before his new slave girls and his newfound ambition. Back then he was still little more than a run of the mill merc. Running odd jobs, stealing from clients, the usual. That was until he received an unusual message, one sent by an unknown sender. The message was short and quick: “Come to Cardacia and claim what you left there.”


The message was vague, but definitely had him intrigued. There wasn’t much he had left there, save for Surdama Khali. The thought of the woman brought a stir to his loins, remembering fondly how she and him fucked like animals for nights on end, high on drugs and flush with credits thanks to the smuggling ring she operated. Those memories brought a smirk to his lips, and within a day he was on a public shuttle to Cardacia. 


The planet was beautiful, just as he’d remembered. He exited the shuttle to the view of a vast blue and green ocean, distant cities of pure white-crystalline metal could be seen off in the distance, seemingly floating on top of the rocking waves. The Cardacians had themselves a gorgeous planet, but as beautiful as it was up above….the depths held the murky underworld Varren oh so dearly loved.


He made it through customs easy enough, throw enough credits at guards and they’ll happily look away. He had only one lead to go off of really, the Surdama. She was his only real link to this planet, so his first stop was to her Den of Mists. A prominent gentlemen’s club and pub that served as a major hub for her smuggling businesses. The place was packed with offworlders, not that it surprised Varren.


He stepped inside and grinned, happy to see his old lover was still in business. He’d been planning to start off with a drink, only….


“You. The boss wants to see you, human.” Two Cardacian guards snuck up behind Varren just as he reached the countertop. Varren eyed the thugs up, knowing too well that picking a fight with them would end with him losing some teeth. These grunts meant business, which made him begin to worry that perhaps the message hadn’t come from the Surdama after all…


“Fine, fine boys. I can take a hint.” He moved away from the counter slowly, smirking a little as his eyes shifted about looking for any possible exit. Sadly for him….there wasn’t any. The two thugs kept a firm grip on him as they led him to the upper offices and practically tossed him into a room. “Hey! Watch the digs.” He warned as the two men scowled and glared, but didn’t dare raise a hand to him. They stepped away as the door shut behind Varren and locked up tight.


“Okay….not what I expected.” He looked around the dark room, but only faint lights were on. “Khali?” He called out into the darkness, all while fingering around his holster for his pistol. Then a familiar voice laughed in the darkness, Surdama Khali stepped out, wearing a lovely skin-tight green dress that showed her curves off perfectly…


“Apologies for the rough treatment my dear….I have to keep up appearances, you understand. It wouldn’t do well for my rivals to know about our past….relationship.” She spoke coyly, but seemed cold as well. Cunning as always, he loved that about her. But part of him was worried she’d finally decided to cut some past ties and cut him out…permanently. 


“Yeah, I can see that.” He mused. “It wouldn’t be good to let your enemies know you used to shack up with some human thug like myself back when I was younger…” He kept a hand at his holster, just in case, but Khali shook her head with a growing smirk.


“Oh, I don’t hide that fact my dear. Most already know I used to have a human lover…they just don’t know it’s you. Your lack of infamy back in the day was actually a useful bit of fortune. Plenty of my rivals tried to find you, but your…sudden departure left them chasing only shadows.”


Varren felt a slight sting of guilt there. Yeah, he had left rather…abruptly. He didn’t want to be dragged into her agendas and power structure. He wanted his freedom, come hell or highwater. To fuck and kill when he wanted to, not when others ordered him. Still, he’d left a note…not that it was much of a condolence really. “Yeah…about that, sorry beautiful. I’m not usually one to get attached, and part of me wanted to keep chasing my silly dreams of making it big on my own.”


But surprisingly, Khali smiled. “I don’t begrudge you for seeking your own path. If anything, I do respect you for it. But I didn’t send that message that brought you here…” That part surprised him to hell.


“If you didn’t…then who?” He asked, slightly…actually, VERY confused. 


Khali snapped her fingers as some lights turned on in the room, illuminating a large bed…and a Cardacian laying upon it. She looked young, beautiful…and different from Khali. For one, she had a human-like nose. Which Cardacians didn’t have. And she had large ears, which was also a distinct difference from the rest of the species. But other than that she looked nearly exactly like Khali…


“Ummm….who is this?” Varren asked, but he already had a sinking suspicion.


Khali grinned darkly. “You remember some of my people’s traditions, yes?” As she spoke he began to think back on some of their talks. Specifically about her culture…and one discussion came to mind. “Incest among my people isn’t frowned upon as it is by other species. In fact, it is considered a sacred rite that a Father takes the first mating of his Daughter…and as it happens, our daughter wants to continue the tradition.” 


Varren swallowed hard and let out a nervous chuckle. “So…you mean she is…” He shook his head, feeling a bit nervous…and horny. “Oh shit…” 


Medura smiled at her daddy with a lustful grin on her lips. “I want you to be my first daddy…I want to be yours.” She moaned as she reached down, spreading her folds, showing her moist sex. Varren had crossed a lot of lines in his life, but this one was a first!


“W-W-Wait a second, just how old is she!?” He stammered, not that his clear erection in his pants was a sign of him saying ‘no’.”


Khali giggled at the question. “She is sexually mature, if that is what you mean. By at least two years in fact. Our kind reach sexual maturity faster than you humans, after all…and she has been eager for you to claim her…” Khali reached down and stroked Varren’s bulge, the man moaning deeply as she did so. “So claim her my dear, make her yours.” She whispered sweetly, seductively. 


Varren saw how Medura moaned in anticipation, fingering herself with reckless lust. She wanted him bad, and dammit so did he! He grinned, pushing back his anxiety and nerves as he unzipped his pants. He grabbed hold of his daughter’s legs and pressed his manhood against her moist folds, biting his bottom lip as he broke one taboo he thought he never would. It was sinfully sweet, taking Medura’s first time. She cried out in pain and pleasure as her daddy claimed her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck and moaned sweetly into his ear. 


“You’re so big daddy…so thick and warm. You’ve made me your woman. I want you to fill me up. I want you to claim me, make me yours fully. Tame me, train me, breed me…” Her sweet temptations made him shiver with excitement as he grinned back and began to thrust into her depths.


“Gladly, my darling.” He whispered back, kissing her lips with a firm, forceful kiss. His tongue dancing with her own as his hips rocked back and forth, fucking her with all his vigor and reaching deeper each time! He was firmly set on his intent: To breed her!


Medura moaned sweetly into his mouth as their tongues wrestled together, her fingers dragging against his shirt, grasping on tightly as she felt him hilt against her depths. He couldn’t stop himself even if he fucking wanted to, and dammit he didn’t want to for that matter! He kept thrusting until at last he felt a surge of pleasure, his thick seed erupting into her womanhood with a thick flood of virility. His daughter cried out in bliss, body shaking as she felt his seed flood her depths, filling her womb.


“Daddy…” She moaned as they broke their kiss, saliva connecting their lips together for a moment longer. Varren grinned as he looked down, seeing his cum leak out of folds and stain the bedsheets. It was a delicious sight…


And one he would see again. He stopped bye a few weeks after he’d claimed himself his third slave, the gambling Xagarian, Sylx. He grinned as he looked down at Medura, now visibly pregnant with his child….or grandchild in this case! She moaned deeply as his cum settled into her pussy, some of it leaking out. “Again, daddy?” She cooed as her tiny tail clung to his manhood’s base. 


Perhaps he’d make sure to be more involved with his next kid….and considering how some of his slavegirls had been getting constantly fucked daily, he suspected Medura wasn’t the only one of his recent lovers to be with child….


Oh well, maybe he’d enjoy a big family!

