Harry and Toi – Harry 4

Harry and Toi

Harry 4

* * *

I don’t know what the time was when I broke my daughter’s heart. I do know my will broke at just past two in the morning.

The first thing I did after Toi fled the room was grab the bottle of rotgut I kept under the sink, intending to drink myself unconscious, but I couldn’t even get to the bottom of the first glass, and I have never felt that much despair.

I tried sleep anyway but only succeeded in tangling up my bed sheets. I kept going back and forth.

On one hand, my heart and my crotch wanted nothing more than to go into my daughter’s room and give her the ride of a lifetime. Imagining how sweet that would feel, especially in my heart surprisingly, brought me closer to tears than anything since the day my mother died.

On the other hand, I wasn’t just some randy older guy. Though it had happened in the weirdest way imaginable, she was blood. She was family.

That didn’t matter a hill of beans, but I knew how strong the sense of familial obligation could be. I had been tortured by it in my misspent youth. I very much feared it would be too strong for my daughter to fight.

I hated the thought of her spending her best years caring for her invalid father so much I couldn’t stand it. My head kept insisting that she would stay with her old man only because he was her father and wither unblossomed, her youth and chance at a real life wasted.

But her latest words kept rattling around in my skull, obscuring the clarity I had had. Would she really never choose another, better man? Maybe…

No. I could not do that to her; I would not. She’d get over it; she was young and didn’t really know her own mind.

I was right when I told Toi she hadn’t lived long enough to be afraid of what might happen down the road. Those dreams of hers didn’t count; they couldn’t be a substitute for actual experience, though she obviously thought they did.

As the hours past, however, I began to think that that recklessness of hers might be a good thing. How many chances had I turned down because of fear? How might my life have been better if I’d had more guts?

I’d had lots of guts once, in my long-ago youth. My fecklessness had led me to make decisions that had hurt people, people I cared about. I carried so many painful memories.

I got better, though. I stopped being an uncaring selfish bastard. As I had grown the fuck up, I learned to do kind things; to help people. Some of those good deeds had cost me dearly, but I never once regretted doing them. I learned how fulfilling it was to help people. Hell, that’s why I did my job and would keep doing it until I couldn’t anymore.

The question of this late hour: would I be more selfish if I accepted her offer, or if I continued to refuse it?

Then an epiphany. I would never know until after I tried. This mental torture would continue so long as I refused to find out what might be.

Time for courage, Tranker.

I showered first. I had always found a good spritzing brought clarity of mind. It did again. It reaffirmed my commitment to this. For good or ill, I had to make the leap. Only after could I know if it was the better choice. Until then, I had only my good intentions to steer me.

As I toweled off, I briefly considered spoiling Mæve’s evening by turning off the live vid and audio feeds she didn’t think I knew about but decided not to. I would have to give Toi a head’s up later, though.

* * *

Her door was open.

I had clearly heard it close when she retreated there. I didn’t remember if it had still been closed when I went into the bathroom, though. She might be awake and have heard me shower. If that was the case, Toi was telling me the invitation was still good.

Or maybe it just hadn’t latched. A window was open in the kitchen. If she had opened the bedroom window, a breeze could have pushed the door ajar.

The doorknob had a lock; I had shown it to her when she came here to change. If she had wanted to be alone, she surely would have locked it.

The knob turned easily in my hand.

That was as clear a signal as I was going to get.

Naked, I pushed open the door and quietly entered my daughter’s room.

I had turned off the bathroom light, but some light filtered down the hall, and I could see into her room.

She was curled up naked on top of the covers and crying softly. My heart broke again. I had done this to her. ‘Last chance Tranker. You can back out now, or…’

“Toi?”

She lifted her head. Even in the gloom, I could see her flushed, tear streaked cheeks and her shining puffy eyes. Without a word, she sat up and reached out her arms to me, fingers opening and closing rapidly.

I was sitting on the bed and folding her in my arms without thinking about it. “I’m so sorry for this, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have—”

“No.” Her voice trembled but was clearer than I thought a weeping woman’s would be. “It’s not that.” She pulled away enough to look me in the eye. She sniffled and took a deep breath. When she resumed, her voice was as steady as her gaze. “I remember everything, now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“My life. My lives, rather. I remember all of them clearly. The memories came to me suddenly as I lay here. Wait. It’s too dark.” She reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. Sitting up straighter she withdrew from my arms and held both my hands in hers.

I was unsure if I really wanted to know, but was sure I needed to, so I asked, “How many?”

“I don’t know. Hundreds, maybe thousands. One thing is constant in all of them. I have never known family. My mothers all died during my birth. I was always their first and only child. No siblings. My fathers never knew I existed.”

“Always an orphan.” I began to understand why her feelings for me were so strong.

She nodded. “One other thing. The Spirit of Fyre never lingered after I performed the task for which it incarnated. Always it departed and I lived the rest of my lives as a normal person. I did find love and made families of my own.”

“But it wasn’t enough.”

“Right. There was no continuity with the past. No lineage. No sense of belonging to something larger.”

“Until now.”

“Yes, father.” I saw joy in her eyes, even as her tears began to flow again.

There was no more need for words. I moved in for the kill. Her mouth eagerly met mine. I enveloped her in my arms again. It was one of the better kisses in my life. Without breaking the kiss, Toi lifted a leg and swung around the face me, wrapping both legs around my waist.

She pulled away. “Play with my tits, daddy.” And back at it again.

I happily obliged. They were every bit as advertised: the firm mammaries of a young woman. I squeezed those mounds and pulled on then pinched the nipples, delighting in the feel of soft flesh in a way my jaded mind hadn’t in far too long.

My harder pinching drew a gasp from my baby girl. She pulled me away by a handful of hair. “Suck it, the right one.” Pulling me down and pressing me toward the aforementioned boob.

I sucked and nibbled and bit. Her gasp and the way she pushed me against her told me I should do that last one some more, so I did.

Toi’s hand moved along my arm until it found my hand, still busy on her other breast. Grabbing my pinkie, she pulled it down.

I got the message.

I felt the wet folds of her inner lips bracketed by her dryer, thicker outer ones as I ran a featherlight finger up along them, stopping just short of the clitoral hood.

She made an unhappy noise and tried to move my hand to her clit, but I smacked her away.

I switched tits and began torturing the other one as I again traced her labial folds, this time downward.

I must give the girl credit. She put up with this for longer than I would have thought. Forcing me had not worked, so she resorted to begging, just as I’d hoped. “I need your tongue, daddy. Please. Lick my pussy,” she sighed hoarsely.

I ignored her and kept going.

She began to whimper, did my darling daughter. “Please, daddy. Put your mouth on my cunt.”

Such language! It was exactly what I wanted to hear. I lay her down and swivelled her body until her ass was over the bottom edge of the bed, wrapped an arm around each thigh, and descended to Toi’s sopping vulva.

She had been patient, had my loving offspring, so I rewarded her with a wide-tongued taint to love button lick, lingering on the end of it. Her gasp was followed by a wheezing panting that continued as I tortured her bean with my tongue.

Here I must pause to relate a concern that suddenly occurred. Toi had told me of her memories, or dreams, of other lovers, but unless she’d been busy in the last three months, she was a virgin. My daughter was obviously eager to shed that status but actually penetrating her, even if only digitally, still gave me pause. Part of me, it seemed was still unsure of this was the right thing to do. I compromised by continuing to rub her folds as I wiggled my tongue on her clit.

That obviously wasn’t good enough for my princess. “Stick your fingers inside me…please,” around her increasingly ecstatic cries.

As my lady desires. I gave my baby girl a righteous finger fucking. One, then two digits, easily slid into her heat. I curled up my fingers to repeatedly hammer her g-spot while sucking rhythmically on her clitoris. The symphony of Toi’s orgasm began, soon after.

Once her cries had transitioned to panting, I crawled up next to her on the bed.

She rolled over and hugged me tight. I thought she wanted a breather, but I was wrong. Lifting her head she pierced me with those deep grey eyes. “Fuck me, daddy. I’ve waited long enough.” Rolling over on her back again, Toi skootched up a couple of feet, lifted her knees and parted them. Looking over at me, she just said, “Please, daddy,” pulling herself open her fingers.

I knelt at the foot of her altar. She looked down at me, biting her lower lip. Reverently, I aimed my cock at my daughter’s pussy, which she continued to hold open for me. At first contact, I looked up at her. Tears again streaked her face as she gave me a lip trembling smile so full of love, I thought my heart might burst. “I love you, baby girl,” I professed as slid into my daughter’s warm, wet cunt.

Before I could withdraw for a second stroke, her hands were on my shoulders, pulling me down onto her. Arms and legs wrapped tightly around me.

I gently fucked my daughter.

She whimpered into my ear with each stroke.

I felt a momentary fear I was hurting her, and I slowed. “You okay?”

He heels dug into my ass as she pulled me in hard. “I’m wonderful, daddy.”

Relieved, I increased the speed and force of my stroke.

“It’s finally happening. My daddy’s finally come home.” Then a cry from her as another orgasm approached at speed.

Surrendering the last of my restraint, I began slamming my daughter’s virgin snatch.

Together, we lost ourselves in bliss. Our howls, I was sure, were audible to my neighbors.

* * *

I will treasure that memory and that of the following few minutes to the end of my days.

Well, except for the part where Toi said, “You’re heavy. Get off.”

I did so, pulling her along until she was on top of me. She giggled as I did so, then slid off to one side. Wrapping one of my legs in both of hers, she draped an arm across my chest.

We just held each other. After a while, Toi rested her chin on my chest to look at me and asked, “Any regrets?” There was no apprehension in her eyes. She was confident of my answer.

And well she should be. “Not a one.”

“Good. So. Ready for round two?”

“You’ll need to give your old man a few more minutes.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You think so? Maybe not. Check this out.” Her eyes never left mine as I felt her hand press flat against my lower abdomen, just above my Old Fella. A warmth that increased to just below the pain threshold radiated from it. It stopped and she quickly withdrew her hand.

I now felt as if I’d just had a good night’s sleep and a pot of coffee. And not only that; I suddenly had a raging hard-on. “How the hell—?”

She laughed. “I am the Fyre Child and I remember what that means. Besides my memories, one of the things I recovered was how to replace a night’s sleep. The other is to…revive…a flagging libido. I figured it would work for you, too.” She had a fist around the base of my dick. “Looks like I was right.”

“Why would a young woman need that?”

“Oh…uhm.” She blushed prettily. “I’ve been masturbating quite a bit, lately.”

“Understandable, I suppose. You are new to the whole, having-a-body thing. Wait…have you been—”

“Fantasizing about fucking my Daddy while vigorously fingering myself? Damn right, I have.”

The change in her attitude was astonishing. All hesitation, all evidence of self-doubt, was gone. I had definitely made the right choice, and I was determined to fully accept that. “How was the real thing?” I was both eager and afraid of the answer.

She leaned up and kissed me good. “Better by far than any of my fantasies.”

I was deliriously happy, suddenly. “So, now what?”

That teasing, oh so evil grin. “Now that you’re ready again, we get nasty.”

—Gideon Jagged
Innsmouth, November 2026

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