anemonemenene

//kid a scene, requires vagina

[Lovemaking] {Tooltip: Cuddle with your daughter and focus on her feminine side.}]

A curious smile forms on your anemone daughter's face as you [if (singleleg) {move|step}] closer to her barrel, and her complexion only grows more brilliant once you rest your arm atop the rim. She [if (high confidence) {looks|sneaks glances}] [up at|down at|[if (high confidence) {straight at|towards}]] you, though, and you've no doubt [if (high corruption) {she knows what you want|the two of you have the same idea in mind}]. [if (high corruption || libido) {With a [father] like you|Considering her diet}], it's almost instinctual, after all.

Her eyes follow the lazy drift of your finger through the water, and each brush against her vibrant blue skin leaves her trembling once you slip away. Despite her usual [if (high confidence) {confidence|curiosity}], she merely leans back, seemingly content to watch your hand dip beneath the surface and trace along the feathers of her gills. That's fine, of course. [if (high lust) {You can hold out a little longer|You're in no rush}], and you're more than happy to give your daughter all the affection she needs.

You start off light, following the gentle contours of her body, and the only sound comes from your hand climbing out of the water and trailing droplets across her skin. She doesn't seem to mind the quiet, as you're well aware, and her eyes follow your path as you work your way upward, only glancing away when you glide across her shoulder and slip out of sight. You linger there, letting her delicate hair sting your fingers until warmth [if (high lust) {rages|blossoms}] beneath your [skinshort]. With her venom seeping into you, the sharp contrast of her cool skin against the heat of your palm comes as even more of a surprise, though no matter how deliberate you make your touch, she still seems a bit [if (high confidence) {confused|unsure}]. That just won't do, and you take a moment to guide her closer, delighted at the tiny gasp that slips out her when you pull her to the rim. Her murky eyes flit shyly up to your own as she senses your building desire, but you can't mistake the hunger swirling inside.

[if (isday) {Sunlight glitters across every inch of her skin that peeks above the surface|The reddish light of the moon paints her a rich purple}], lending her an elegance that seems almost at odds with her usual self. Her [if (high confidence) {eager|nervous}] nod comes as no surprise, and her entire body trembles as you lead her hand to your [if (isgoo) {neck|collarbone}] and let her fingers trail down your [if (isnakedupper) {bare}] chest. [if (!isnakedupper) {Even through your [armor], the anticipation of h|H}]er delicate touch sends shivers across your sensitive [skinshort], each one making your daughter grow bolder. A fuzzy tingle brushes your cheek as she leans closer, her venom-laced hair immediately turning your face [if (hasscales || isgoo) {hot|flushed}][if (isfluffy) { beneath your [skindesc]}].

Your [if (isgoo) {desire|heart}] pounds in your [if (igoo) {head|skull}] at their sting, and it's hard to concentrate on much more than your daughter's lips, now only inches from your own. Their striking blue color catches your eye, and if she came any closer, you [if (high libido) {know you couldn't|don't think you could}] hold back. Maybe she knows, and that's why she stays just out of reach, waiting for her [father] to take the last step. It would be entirely your fault if anything happened, after all, and she seems content to let this choice rest on you.

How could you not? Her lips already glisten with water, beckoning you with an irresistible invitation, and she quivers as soon as you shift forward, unable to hide her own excitement. Even her eyes drift shut when the warmth of your breath hits her cool skin, but that only makes you want to tease her more. Teaching her the value of patience is your [paternal] duty, and you can hardly think of a lesson she'd enjoy more.

Your [if (isnaked) {body flares up again|[armor] seems to grow a bit more stuffy}] when you brush a strand of hair from her face. You're not sure how much more of this you can take, judging by the [if (high wetness) {wetness|heat}] pooling between your thighs, but you do your best to push that thought aside as your lips glide gently across hers. It's light enough to make her giggle in surprise, and seeing your daughter so [if (high confidence) {caught off-guard|shy}] makes her all the more delicious when you press in and claim her for yourself.

She seems a little stunned, so you give her a chance to [if (high confidence) {compose herself|relax}] while you pepper her cheek with kisses. Her blue skin deepens with each one, and she's almost as dark as the sea by the time you ghost across her mouth once more. [if (low corrupt) {Even though she's your own child, e|E}]verything feels right when your lips meet hers again and her hands [if (isnaked) {dig into your [skin]|cling to your [armor]}], never wanting you to go. Between the sweetness of her taste and the dull throb of her venom in your [if (isgoo) {core|veins}], you could savor her all [day], sharing your passion for your daughter with her in the best way you know.

When you do pull back, her eyes are clouded with desire, and she's practically wrapped herself around you trying to climb out of the barrel. Her slender body is [if (low str) {surprisingly}] light in your arms, and a shiver runs through you as water drips off her skin and runs down your [if (hasplainskin) {own|[skindesc]}]. Though she's too high up for a proper kiss, she's at just the right height for you to lean in and press your lips to the softness of her stomach. The little anemone squirms delightfully in your grip as you trace your way up, and it's impossible to miss the quiet sounds that slip out of her once you reach the gentle rise of her breasts. Her gills brush against your nose as you go higher still, and she clings to you even tighter when the warmth of your tongue glides across her nipple.

Since she has little heat of her own, your every touch must be amplified many times over, and that thought gives you plenty of ideas. You're not [if (isday) {sure how long she can stay out in the sun|keen on being caught by surprise in the dark}], though, so you carry her over to the front of your [cabin] and set her down. Your daughter's eyes widen as you throw open the [if (builtcabin) {door|flap}], and you've no doubt your curious little girl would want to poke around were it not for the dusky blue rising to her cheeks and the fact that there's more than just water dotting her thighs.

Instead, she [if (high confidence) {smiles|shyly glances away}] when you scoop her back up into your arms and [if (singleleg) {enter|step}] inside, her hair setting your [if (isgoo) {senses|nerves}] alight as she relaxes in your hold. The entire journey to your [bed] seems like little more than a hot, breathless blur, and you can't be bothered to care about keeping the bedsheets dry as you lay her down[if (!isnaked) {, letting your [armor] [if (light armor) {flutter|clatter}] to the ground a moment later}].

[Next]

[if (builtbed) {You climb in beside her, entwining|There's barely enough room for the two of you, but you have all the space you need to entwine}] her fingers with your own as you take in the intoxicating scent of her venom. Your pulse thrums faster with every breath, and as slim as she is, it's effortless to lean in until your lips brush across her chest. The first kiss to her soft, smooth skin sends a shiver through her entire body, and seeing your daughter so desperate for her [father]'s touch sparks a fire deep within your core. Right now, you need her more than anything, no matter [if (low corrupt) {if it's wrong|what anyone else thinks}].

Her hands slip from your own and wrap around your back, holding you close enough that her gills tickle your [chest]. The feathery sensation soon has you both in [if (ischild || isteen) {giggles|laughter}], only finally fading away when you pop up to catch your breath. Any doubts you might have had vanish at the sight of her curious smile, and she can barely stay still as you find her mouth again. With all her venom coursing through you, even the gentlest contact leaves your [skinshort] tingling with desire, and your mind quickly fogs over as she presses into you and deepens the kiss.

Even though she lacks experience, the cool caress of her tongue still meets your own with a breathtaking contrast, and as odd as it seems, you'd swear you can taste the lake on her lips. Your daughter grows more [if (high confidence) {passionate|confident}] with each passing moment, her hands soon slipping further down your [skindesc] until her fingertips brush against your [ass]. The contact [if (high confidence) {gives her pause|makes her momentarily tense up}], but you won't let her worry, not slowing down your efforts until she relaxes into the kiss. Only when she grips you harder and grabs your cheeks between her soft, hesitant fingers do you break away from her lips, and her unfocused eyes seem to stare right through you as you trace your way down to her neck.

With each squeeze, you sink lower and reward her with another kiss, and she squirms with delight as you brush aside her gills and take her nipple into your mouth as you start to suckle. With her unique anatomy, you don't have to hide your love, and her hands clench down in surprise when your [if (hasfangs) {fangs brush|teeth scrape}] lightly against her sensitive skin. Her response makes your [if (isgoo) {mind sink deeper into your lust|blood surge faster}], but you somehow find enough control to pause and make sure she's okay. You wouldn't want to frighten her, after all, and as [if (high confidence) {quiet|shy}] as she is, it's hard to know exactly what she thinks.

A firm press of her knee to your [vagina] serves as answer enough, sending aftershocks [if (isgoo) {racing throughout your body|running up your spine}] as you moan into her neck, your hands digging into her back. With the aphrodisiacs flooding your system, even the smallest shift of her thigh winds you tighter and tighter, and the scent of the lakeshore fills your nose as you bury yourself in her soft skin. It's hard to [if (low corruption) {believe what your daughter's touch does to you|get enough of your daughter's touch}], especially when her fingers grip around your [ass] and hold you tight against her.

You doubt the [if (builtcabin) {walls|tent}] can contain the slick, frantic sounds of her thrusts, but the heavy haze coating your mind washes out all thoughts of what [if (>1 camp members) {your camp|anyone nearby}] might think. Nothing else matters besides the anemone beside you and the tension curling in your gut, and your breath catches in your throat every time her hair brushes across your cheek. Compared to her, you're practically burning up, [if (isgoo) {with no relief in sight|sweat already [if (hashair) {matting your hair|beading on your forehead}]}] as you drive yourself closer to the edge.

With single-minded purpose, you wrap your arms around her and nuzzle into her neck, letting the world fade away to the brilliant blue of her skin. She trembles alongside you every time your ragged breath flutters across her throat, and your eyes soon drift shut, unable to take any more stimulation. Every inch of you feels stretched so tight you might snap, and your cries vanish into her shoulder as you mash yourself against her one last time. You cling harder to your daughter as fiery warmth crashes over you and rolls [if (isgoo) {all the way down to your base|down your spine}]. A gasp slips out of you as she continues to rock into your [vagina], your arousal already [if (high wetness) {running down|smeared across}] her knee. Your thighs clench around her with every press against your [clit], desperate to keep her close, and it's only when your breathing eventually slows that she slides [if (singleleg) {away|out from between your legs}].

Despite the pleasure still pulsing beneath your surface, even the brush of her skin against [if (hasplainskin) {yours|your [skindesc]}] sends shudders through your core, the venom in your [if (isgoo) {body|blood}] flaring up again at her touch. No matter what you do, [if (isgoo) {her every subtle shift|every beat of your heart}] has you craving more. Your mind already races with newfound desire, and you find yourself unable to calm down. You can barely breathe in this suffocating heat as her hands slide higher up your back, but no matter how much you need her, even pushing yourself up to her lips feels like an impossible task. Fortunately, your daughter comes to your aid, and you put up no resistance as she slips out of your arms and rolls you gently onto your back. Her [if (high confidence) {gaze quickly|shy glance slowly}] shifts to a half-lidded hunger as she stands behind you, leaning down until your head swirls with anticipation at the touch of a palm to your chest.

[Next]

A blue blur settles in front of your vision as she lowers herself to your lips, and you instinctively latch on to her legs with newfound strength, digging your [claws] into her skin. The sharp sting makes her jump in surprise, the perfect opportunity to pull the little anemone close enough that she shivers with your every shaky breath. Her wetness trickles down to your hand, and the scent alone is enough to cloud your thoughts. Nothing less than tasting her directly could possibly satisfy you now, but you content yourself with tracing your tongue along the softness of her thigh, never quite reaching as high as she'd like.

Though she tries to press down and cover the distance, you hold her steady, drawing out her desperation a bit longer. Seeing your usually hesitant daughter so eager is a worthwhile reward, after all, especially when she can't help herself from tensing at the slightest parting of your lips. That's not quite what you had in mind, though, and all you give her is a gentle breath across her feelers, your body thrumming with excitement as the feathery tendrils stretch in your direction and beckon you in. Despite her shyness, she can deny her needs no longer, and you lean up just enough to brush against them, delighting in the whimper on her lips and the electric tingle on your own.

The fresh dose of her venom makes [if (isgoo) {heat swell inside you|your [if (isnaga) {tail|toes}] curl}], but she fares no better, slumping forward and [if (hasbreasts) {cupping your breasts|bracing against your chest}] for support. Your head rolls back, lost in lust as her hair drapes across your stomach and sends pulsing heat straight into your core. [if (isgoo) {You melt into the warmth|Sweat trails down your back}], and the sheets are no doubt [if (isgoo) {stained|soaked through}] by now, but all that seems so far away when your mind goes fuzzy and even the press of her palms into your nipples makes your [if (isgoo) {vision blur|eyes water}].

Like this, your daughter's raw, inviting scent floods your senses, and her glittering folds lie close enough to touch. Her feelers twitch with your every exhale, their tips already slick with a potent mixture of aphrodisiacs and arousal. A slight shift up and gentle squeeze of her thighs has her cling to you in anticipation, and she tickles against your face when you press in for a kiss. Unlike before, the soft taste of the lake is tinged with the saltiness of the sea, and you can feel the tension quivering in her body as you trace along her entrance, never quite dipping inside.

She wants more, though, pushing back against your lips in silent demand, and you give in to the heat raging beneath your [if (isgoo) {surface|[skinshort]}] once she parts around your tongue. Even on the inside, she's surprisingly cool, but that only makes your own warmth more obvious as she shivers around you, every part of her calling out for your touch. You can hardly think of a more [father]ly duty than to soothe your daughter's needs, and the first brush of your thumb against her clit is all it takes for her thighs to clench tighter. Even her tendrils grasp at your finger, doing their best to keep you in place, and the sight of her body betraying her quiet composure comes as a heady surprise.

Much like the hot sting of her hair splayed across your [if (isgoo) {base|[if (isnaga) {underbelly|legs}]}], and the little anemone's gills gliding along your stomach causes your breath to catch in your throat at what will happen next. Even though you know it's coming, the first touch of her tongue leaves you gasping into her folds, but the shock quickly fades to pleasure as she laps up everything [if (high wetness) {she can|you have to give}]. There's a hunger to her that [if (isgoo || high libido || inheat) {you understand all too well|you can't imagine}], and each lick is so earnest in her affection that you can't help but give her what she needs.

There's a delightful pause and thrust of her hips when you dip lower, [if (haslongtongue) {wrapping your lengthy tongue around|twirling your tongue across}] her clit before slipping back into her depths. As if following your lead, she too shifts, and your entire body tightens beneath your daughter when her icy kiss meets the heat of her venom and sets your world ablaze. Her legs tremble in your grasp as your moan vibrates through her, and you don't let up, sliding deeper while she does her best to hold you in place.

Not a moment later, her lips brush against your [clit] and tease you with the softness that never comes. Her motions grow more and more erratic every time you swirl your tongue inside her, and the tingle of her feelers against your chin gives you just the idea to push her over the edge. She tenses in surprise as you take them between your fingers, stroking her thighs to keep her calm as their warmth seeps into you until you fear you might [if (isgoo) {melt away|break in two}]. The hushed sounds of her pleasure don't escape your notice, and every little moan that slips out of her only spurs you on more.

She must need this more than you can imagine, and you're happy to help her out. Her tiny tentacles grip at your hand as you pull away, but she barely has time to notice your absence before you spread her folds and slip a venom-coated fingertip inside. Her entire body trembles against you at the first contact, her inner walls squeezing down around your tongue as the dose seeps into her body. With each slow lick, she shudders again and again, and the sight of her succumbing to her own sting is so entrancing you could never look away. Every shiver that runs through her seems to echo in your gut, but you won't be distracted from giving your daughter all that she deserves.

Considering how [if (high confidence) {quiet|shy}] she often is, hearing her fall apart under your touch comes as a welcome reward, and you can hardly think of a better sound in your ears as you pull her flush with your face, uncaring of her juices trailing down your chin. The ever-present pressure of her legs around you wavers with a brush of your thumb against her clit, but it quickly returns as soon as you rub in earnest and she gasps in surprise. They clench even tighter once you slip out of her depths, pausing to let her desperation sink in for just a moment before savoring your daughter's taste, drawing out her pleasure for as long as you can.

Only once she grows calm in your arms do you finally slow, delighting in how she squirms against your chest when you press your lips to hers. She's still refreshingly cool atop your own feverish heat, cuddling into your warmth as she works her way down. For a moment, you wonder if she can sense your desire or feel the venom still flowing through your [if (isgoo) {body|veins}], but the sharp chill of her fingers tracing along the inside of your thigh makes it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Especially when she spreads your wetness across your [skindesc], and each stroke of her hand creeps closer to where you want her the most. It's with a curious hesitance that the little anemone finally touches your entrance, but a thrust of your hips seems to reassure her what to do. Despite knowing what's coming, you can't stop yourself from clenching down as her cold settles into your core. Each time you relax, she presses in farther, and the shock quickly fades to a tingling pleasure that leaves you breathless as she explores every inch inside.

Encouraged by your reaction, she slides as deep as she can, growing more excited when you shudder every time her palm bumps against your [clit]. You grab her legs, looking for something to hold on to, and that seems to be the response that [if (high confidence) {restores her|gives her the}] confidence to truly take you as she buries her fingers inside, thrusting them about until she hits a spot that arches your back off the [if (builtbed) {bed|sheets}] in surprise. Her enthusiasm soon fills your [cabin] with the slick, sloppy sounds of your daughter's love, but it's impossible to care if anyone can hear when her head lowers just enough for her hair to drape across your lips and bright-hot pleasure flashes behind your eyes.

Her hand never stops moving, even as your [vagina] grips down on her and you dig your [claws] into her thighs. The constant heat of her sting rips your breath away, rolling upwards underneath your [skindesc] until every part of you shakes in response, and you'd swear it's only by her weight on your chest that the entire [if (builtbed) {bed|floor}] doesn't fly away. You're thankful when she presses tight against you, her body molded to your own as your pleasure crests under her curled touch and your walls clench around her fingers, milking them in vain. Everything flashes hotter and hazier than before as she thrusts into you again, and finally the constant pulse of her venom spikes to a tingling high that settles over you, [if (isgoo) {saturating your core|from head to [if (isnaga) {tail-tip|[if (isdrider) {spinneret|[if (hashooves) {hoof|toe}]}]}]}].

You're vaguely aware of her motions slowing as you come out of your daze, and the stark emptiness catches you off-guard when she eventually slips out of you, your juices dripping off her fingers onto your [skindesc]. With no hesitation, she leans forward and laps it all up, leaving you to shiver beneath the soft caress of her cool tongue. Only once she's done does she turn around, and though it's hard to peer beneath the haze of her blue eyes, you've no doubt she enjoyed it as much as you. The [if (high confidence) {bright|shy}] smile she gives before [if (hasbreasts) {settling into|lying atop}] your [chest] answers all your questions, and you're content to cuddle here with your daughter while you both recover your strength. As peaceful as she is now, you almost want to run her hair between your fingers, but you quickly catch yourself and trace out her gentle curves instead.

When she finally stirs, you help her to [if (builtbed) {the ground|her feet}], taking her hand in your own as you leave your [cabin] behind and step out into the [day]. The walk over to her barrel passes in comfortable silence, and she wastes no time hopping into your arms so you can help her inside. She seems to almost glow as the water washes over her, and her familiar blue darkens to a lovely shade when you claim her lips one final time.

A tiny wave, barely above the rim, is the last thing you see before she sinks beneath the surface.