I Didn't Know...

Nathan lifted Shilo into his arms, holding her against the leather of his suit as he carried her from the graveyard. She was lifeless as a doll in his arms, her head cradled to his chest. She stayed unconscious as he carried her back through the tunnels, to their home, and even as he ascended the stairs.

He set her gently on her bed, making sure the plastic curtain stayed parted. He disappeared long enough to strip of his Repoman attire, and when he returned Shilo had barely moved. He found her nightgown and Held her in one arm as he worked to change her. It was harder than when she was just a sleeping child, but he worked in that haze parents drifted into when they were doing something routine. Shilo passing out was routine, even if it was a stressful one, at this point.

Nathan pulled back her blanket and lifted her up, laying her down so her head rested on the pillow. He pulled the blanket up, and closed the curtain, walking out towards the door. He flicked the light off, then remembered he’d left Shilo’s wig on. Shaking his head, he walked back and pulled the curtain back, leaning down. He placed a hand on her head, when her own reached up from under the blanket and covered his.

Her eyes slit open and she looked up, muttering something.

“Shi?” he whispered, and she let go, rolling over onto her side and tossing her blankets aside. He shook his head and smiled, reaching towards the blanket to grab it, when his eyes caught the glimpse of her short nightgown having scrunched up to the tips of her hips. Her black pants were snuggled around the curves of her ass and hips, with small white polka dots breaking the blackness.

Nathan blushed and pulled the blanket over his daughter, only to have Shilo kick it off again and roll onto her stomach. She reached under her pillow and gripped it to her, spreading her legs and pushing her butt up in the air. The words, “Grave robber,” left her lips in a gasp.

Nathan’s pulse rushed, and he decided to leave the blanket, and her wig for that matter, and let her sleep off whatever gas they had drugged her with. He was about to turn to go, when he rolled onto her back, spreading her legs just a bit so he could see her sex, tucked into those same panties. Her hands were gripping at the bed, clutching it, and her breathing was escalating.

Worried now, Nathan sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, brushing his hand over her forehead. She was warm, hot to the touch, and he let his fingers run down her cheek, over her neck, feeling her pulse just below the surface. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked over, her eyes hazy.

“Shilo,” he whispered, and she reached up, taking his hand and pushed it down, until it brushed over her collar bone, and finally, over her left breast. His eyes widened and he tried to recoil, but Shilo kept his hand firm under hers, closing it so he cupped her breast. She exhaled, arching her back a little, her night gown rising up more. When her hand lifted, Nathan withdrew quickly, his throat tightening, and watched as she squirmed, her forehead beginning to shine.

Not wanting her to overheat, yes, that had to be his reasoning; he reached forward and pulled her up, resting her against his chest, as he unbuttoned two small buttons behind her neck, then helped her out of her nightgown. He tossed it to the side and she reached up, clutching onto his shirt, her naked torso pressed against him. He traced her spine, not sure what to do, as she mumbled something that sounded like “Grave robber” again. She looked up, eyes half close, and smiled a little.

“Shilo, lay down,” Nathan said, trying to keep his voice steady. She leaned back, exposing her small, maturing breasts to her father as her head landed on her pillow. She sighed and reached up, cupping them herself and kneading them gently.

“Please,” she whimpered, the heat within her body boiling despite her lack of clothing. Nathan stared, eyes fixed on her pale skin, her lithe body. He reached out and touched her stomach, traced his hand up. Her squirming lessened, and when he cupped her breast again, she sighed, as if it was sending cool chills through her body.

Gently, he ran his thumb over her nipple, watching as her head tilted back slightly and her lips parted as her breath escaped her. She was obviously barely aware of the world around her, and Nathan was pretty sure she was lost in some sort of dream. However, as wrong as it felt, he couldn’t deny the twinge of excitement that infected his veins.

He reached under Shilo and lifted her again, so she sat on his lap. She reached up and loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling under his chin as he ran his fingers along her spine. She nearly purred.

“I’m hot,” she sighed, feeling like a fire was lit under her flesh. Nathan let his hands roam from her back to her sides, and around to cup both her breasts. Everywhere he touched felt so much cooler to her.

Without thinking, Nathan bent his head and licked the tip of Shilo’s nipple, before taking it into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, reaching her hands down to grip his thighs. He bit gently, and she cried out, thrusting herself back so she fell onto the bed. Nathan chased down after her, as if someone else had suddenly taken over him, and kissed her other nipple. She thrust her hips up, and his hand traced down over her stomach and between her legs, stroking her sex gently through her panties.

She panted out a name Nathan didn’t understand, and didn’t care. He could guarantee if it weren’t for Shilo’s fever, for whatever drug had been introduced to her system, this would not happen. Her dream would stay within her head.

But seeing her writhe, seeing her squirm in discomfort from heat and an eagerness for just a caress, he couldn’t bear. He’d do anything to keep Shilo at peace. And how could he deny his lovely daughter, as much as his consciousness chastised him?

By now Shilo’s panties were damp, and she was nearly crying out in frustration at the lack of skin on skin. Nathan dipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, but hesitated, until she reached down herself and pushed them down, pulling her legs up and tossing them to the side. Before Nathan could react Shilo was sitting up, pushing against his chest, trying to push him down. He fell sideways and she climbed over him, pressing her pussy down over his groin. Her eyes were dark, intent, and when she whispered, “daddy, please,” something in Nathan snapped.

He didn’t protest when Shilo’s fingers slid up over his shirt, pulling at the buttons desperately. She got about half of them open before he was pulling her up, lips touching her stomach, then over her sex again. She slumped forward, her hands gripping onto the bed as she spread her thighs over Nathan. He reached up, gripping her thighs and ass, gently kissing her nether lips. She groaned, hanging her head down and mumbling something.

Nathan let his tongue slip between them gently, licking along the wet heat, making Shilo moan. He did it again, his tongue lingering around her clit, running over it again and again softly. Shilo began shaking as he sunk his fingers deeper into her round ass, pulling her closer so he could suck on it gently.

She cried out, eyes opening wide, then whimpered. It was almost torment, the way her muscles were tightening, so close to the edge. She sunk her head down lower, panting loudly, tears coming to the corners of her eyes. She wanted to let go, needed to, but somehow her body wouldn’t let her.

Finally, she pulled herself free and fell to her side, her head hitting the pillow. She spread her legs so Nathan could slip between them, and she arched up, gripping the zipper to his pants and pulling it down quickly while her other hand popped the button open. She tugged on his shirt, and Nathan was quick to get the buttons free and toss it to the side, as if he could see her commands within her eyes.

She was tugging on everything else, on his pants and the waistband of his underwear, feeling his hardened length brushing against her arm. He looked down at her, and she looked sexily up at him.

“Precious, are you sure?”

She nodded, whispered, “Yes,” and suddenly there was nothing to hold him back. Nathan tugged everything off himself in a rush, Shilo only catching glimpses of what she had been so hungrily after.

And then he was between her legs again, leaning over her, kissing her shoulders, her collar bone. Her hands where running behind his neck, over his upper back, sparking desire in every nerve. His heart was racing, blood pumping hot through every fiber of his body, and Shilo was pushing her pelvis up, her sex just barely brushing him.

“Daddy, please,” she gasped, and Nathan pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, slick and tight. He leaned over, kissing her cheek, and then her forehead as the head pushed in gently. She winced, gnawing on her lower lips as he nibbled along her jaw line, pushing in just a bit more.

“Shi,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close, her muscles tightening around him. She tilted her head back, gasping, mouth falling open as he fully seated himself inside her, tearing what innocence rested in her body to oblivion.

Shilo was crying, softly, tears that ran down her cheeks, leaving her chest heaving, and her lip sore from worrying it. Nathan kissed below a trail, stopping it, and licked it gently, kissing the corner of her eye. Her arms wound tighter around him as he kissed her eyelids, her temples, nibbled below her ear as her breathing slowed, as her muscles relaxed.

“Shi?” he whispered so softly she barely heard it, and she spread her legs more as he slowly drew back. He lifted his face and she nuzzled under his chin, finding the crook of his shoulder to muffle her cry as he thrust back inside, deeper now. She squeezed her eyes shut, braced herself as he did it again, gently, feeling the sharp pain dulling, turning into a soft, warm tingle, and then into an ache every time his cock drew back, almost leaving her.

“Dad,” she gasped, arching her back as he reared back, grabbing her calves and lifting her legs, holding them apart as he drove deeper into her. Shilo’s head thrashed, her hands gripping the bed, pulling on the sheets, before moving up to Nathan’s torso and dragging her nails down it. He hissed, and Shilo arched up, gripping his shoulders. He reached down; gripping her as he fell back and she straddled his hips. She reached up, sinking her hands into his hair and tugging, hovering over his lips before pressing against them. He held her under her butt, helping her move as her lips nearly bruised his with such desire, such force that his head spun.

She gasped as he pulled her down completely against him, giving him time to flick his tongue against hers. Shilo responded forcefully, being fully awake, fully alive, and twisted hers with his, losing herself in the taste, the feelings, the heat and the pure rush of everything into her veins, her body, her very being.

She was the one to break away, arching up so he could bite at the crook of her shoulder as her clit begin brushing against him with every thrust in. She moaned, gasping every time Nathan pushed into her, ground her most sensitive parts against him. Her nails dug at his back and shoulders as she arched completely, crying out as her orgasm wracked her body, convulsions wrapping her muscles around Nathan and milking him dry as he dove into his own orgasm. He groaned, gasped, and held Shilo close as they rode it through, determined not to let go.

When they stopped moving, Shilo slouched forward, resting against his chest and shoulder, breathing calming, becoming smooth and fluid as fatigue mixed in with the toxins still in her blood. Gently he lifted her up and laid her down on the cool sheets. He ran his hand along her cheek, feeling her skin cooling down.

“Precious,” he whispered, and she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes.

“Daddy,” she whispered, reaching up and running her fingers over his hand. “I didn’t...know…” she trailed off, her voice faded, her lids too heavy. They shut, and Nathan leaned over, kissing her forehead gently, before getting up, dressing himself, and then her very carefully. She’d sigh happily when his hands brushed over her breasts, or how he’d brush the sensitive skin of her high thighs and butt as he slipped her panties back on.

As he was lifting her wig off, her eyes opened just enough to see him moving, and she whispered, “…I’d love you…so much…”

But he didn’t hear her. Nathan placed her wig carefully on its stand, then walked out, afraid to look back, and wondering, in fear, in agony, if Shilo would remember when her fever dropped and the drugs wore off.