Your Daughter Discovers Dominance

//play option for tigershark
As you wade into the river, your daughter[s] immediately wrangle[s] you into some sort of tag-like game. [She|One of them] tries to explain the rules to you, but her mouth slurs the words in excitement, and she rushes off to play before you get the full picture. Regardless, you understand the basic idea—tag and don't get tagged.

However, only moments later, [another of your girls|the other one|she] zips by and taps you on the shoulder, disappearing behind you in a flash. Apparently you're "it" now, and you'll need to act fast if you don't want to lose. Your daughter[s] seem[s] to be taking this very seriously, and [she has|all of them have] the instincts and body to excel at this. You rush forward with a long stroke.

//spe + tou < 100
But try as you may, you can't quite catch [her|any of them] at all. Your [hands] always end up just short, the shark fins ahead of you completely untouchable as your lungs struggle to keep up with your ambition. In several minutes, you're completely out of breath, but your daughter[ appears|s appear] to be having a great time regardless.

You call [her|them] back over to you and tell [her|them] that [she's|they've] won for now, drawing a self-satisfied giggle. To your relief, [she seems|they seem] to forget about your defeat fairly quickly, engrossing [herself|themselves] in their next aquatic activity and leaving you to drag yourself back onto the shore.
//+tou, +fatigue

//else
And with the heady rush of triumph, you latch onto your [closest] daughter, practically tackling her mid-stream. The two of you tumble about a bit in the current before you manage to right yourself, grabbing onto a rock for stability while maintaining your hold on her lithe body.

[say:Hey,] your daughter shouts after she's finished sputtering, [say:that's against the rules!]

She looks a bit upset; you're going to have to decide how to respond.

[Explain] [Relent] [Teach Lesson]


[Explain] //tooltip: Tell her why she lost.
Her pouty face makes it pretty clear that she at least genuinely believes this, but you inform her that at the end of the day, it's about speed. You were quicker, better, and that's what makes you an alpha. She would do well to learn from this lesson rather than take it bitterly. If she can follow your example, she might even be an alpha one day too.

As you talk, her expression goes from peeved to pumped-up, and she even ends up nodding along. [say:Thanks, [Dad], I'll show 'em!] she says, before tearing off back into the water in pursuit [of what, you don't know|the other shark[s]].

You pull yourself from the water with the satisfaction that you've shown your daughter something important.


[Relent] //tooltip: Maybe she's right after all.
You apologize and say that you weren't sure of the rules. Your daughter just grumbles in response, slipping back to play [alone|with her sister[s]], which you take as your cue to get out of the river. You're left with a feeling of uncertainty over how you handled that as you head back to your camp proper, damp and disappointed.


[Teach Lesson] //requires underage and genitals; tooltip: Show her how a loser should service their superior.
Rather than let the little shark-girl go, you promptly pull her up and out of the water with you, causing her to gasp in frustration. Before she can complain, you sit her down on a rock and tell her in as firm a tone as you can that she's going to listen to you. She looks a tad defiant but, perhaps cowed by her recent defeat, says nothing.

You start to explain that it's important to recognize when you've lost—no matter what you might think, what excuses might come to mind, when someone's just plain faster, stronger, [i:better] than you, then that's it. Your daughter looks a bit downcast by now, but you say further that it's not the end of the world; giving in and pouting will make her a loser for life. Instead, she should embrace her role and try to do better next time, and you know how to help her with the former.

By now, she looks somewhat curious, but the realization dawns on her when you [if (isnaked) {gesture towards your [genitals]|start removing your [armor]}]. The tigershark turns redder than normal, but doesn't look away, seeming to have taken your words to heart, so you take her hand and lead her over to a comfortable spot.

//cock
It's starting to get difficult to hold back, but you manage as best you can, being gentle as you guide the young girl to her knees and shift around behind her. Like this, her little prick dangles pitifully between her legs, and you inform her that it will be remaining untouched for today. Her body wobbles slightly in uncertainty, but she doesn't move as you get into position and rest your [cock] on her nubile lips.

Before slipping in, you tell her that she's a good girl for being so obedient.

And with an easy motion of your hips, you enter her. You penetrate your daughter with a slow, steady movement, making sure to eke as much pleasure as possible out of this first stroke. She grunts quietly, shifting her hands in order to get into a more stable position, but you barely give her enough time before you're off, your [hands] sliding up to her waist and squeezing as you start to jackhammer into her.

The soft flesh of her flanks provides an excellent grip as the world starts to sway with bliss, your fingers curling reflexively as your head dips slightly backwards. You can feel yourself getting close at an astonishing speed; your daughter really is perfect for this. You hold on for the moment, though, and put even more pressure into your motions. The resulting slaps can probably be heard over the sound of the river, but you don't care, instead focusing everything you can on the girl below you.

Every thrust puts you that much closer to climax. You can feel your prick twitching inside of her, and the need for release is almost too great, but you extend this as much as possible, taking on the duty of showing the girl true dominance. It's only when you absolutely cannot hold it back any longer than you erupt within your daughter, [if (cumlow) {shooting your weak load into her depths|spraying your [if (cumhighleast) {massive }]load and painting her walls with your seed}]. It's almost as if something inside you has snapped, as the only thought in your head is to pump her as full as you can, and your body obliges, causing the shark-girl to screech as she buries her face in her arms.

[if (cumlow) {In short order|Eventually}], there's truly nothing more you can give, but your [cock] still pulses a few last times in futility. You pull out unceremoniously, letting your daughter flop to the ground in exhaustion.


//vag
For a moment, the two of you just stand there, observing each other's naked bodies. You see her little cock stiffening slightly, so you make sure to tell her that she hasn't quite earned the right to use that today. Her only reaction is confusion; it seems you'll have to be a bit more direct with this.

You take the tigershark into your arms and lay her on her back, sidling up her body until you're practically straddling her neck. She still has enough freedom of movement to bend her head up to look at you, so you solve that problem by thrusting your hips forward until your entrance rests just in front of her nose.

It only takes a little bit of prompting to get her to stick her tongue out, whereupon you slam down, engulfing her face entirely and forcing her to put her mouth to use. You tell the young tigershark what a good girl she is for accepting her place below you, punctuating your statement with a roll of your hips.

You start out by riding her with languid strokes, but this quickly proves not enough, driving you to pick up the pace and exhort her to be more enthusiastic. Your hands drop down to her head for leverage, and you really lean into her, desiring as much contact as possible. Like this, her cute little button nose presses right into your [clit], nearly causing you to jump back from the sudden sensation.

But you instead choose to press in deeper. Your fingers tangle with her short, silvery hair as you rock your hips back and forth, closing your eyes to better focus on the immense pleasure coming from below. This feeling of completely smothering your daughter overwhelms your senses as her eager tongue works wonders on you. It seems like your little girl really is devoted to pleasuring you to your immense satisfaction as you take everything she gives and more.

And before long, you find yourself skirting the edge. Your entire body gets tenser and tenser as your [legs] squirm, your breath hitches, and your [claws] dig into her scalp. The tigershark keeps going through everything, her unrelenting devotion enough to finally push you past your limits. Your voice comes out, and your grip alternatively relaxes and tightens. Your fluids [if (vaginalwetness > 2) {spill|trickle}] out across her face. Your vision blurs. For a fleeting moment, you forget everything.


//both
As your orgasm dies down, you slump back and roll to the side, panting heavily. You spend a few moments looking at nothing in particular, just lightly stroking yourself and bathing in the warm feeling of being an alpha.

When your gaze does lazily slide back over to your daughter, you note firstly that she seems even more worn out than you, and secondly that there's a sticky white puddle between her trembling legs. It seems she really did heed your advice about embracing her role as a beta.

Well, you imagine that she's learned a lesson, though the look on her face makes it unclear how much of this will stick. In any case, you think she'll most likely be faster next time, so you gather your things and depart.