Lily

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I am Lily’s father. My name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father’s Day when she was taken from me, and I still believe being Lily’s father is the most important thing in this world.

Unfortunately, my daughter dwells in another world.

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I glanced at the necklace I hoped would bring Lily back to me. The silver of it caught the light of the fading moon and the sparkle made me believe it had the power to save my daughter. Could the world be restored by a simple silver necklace? This frail hope wavered as the light changed and the necklace grew dull. It could have been any piece of wrought silver, nothing special or magical. I turned over and listened to Ned snore. He was soft in his sleep, not the bull of a man he is when he’s awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. I wondered where Lily was tonight.

The old clock on the nightstand hummed quietly, its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of the necklace that lay beside it, and yet I heard the clock. It won in that department. Time always does.

Ned moved against me. I felt his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. Until him, I had only loved Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love had disappeared from my life all together.

The clock still hummed, never quiet. It was old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to know that it was passing, and with each minute, Lily fell farther and farther into the darkness. Tears came then, and at the same time Ned’s c**k pushed more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I could truly feel his p***s—not hard, not entirely soft—on the edge of wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace, hearing the clock, feeling Ned’s c**k, his muscles, made me fall into him and close my eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I was,” I said softly.

“No, you weren’t.” His voice was sleepy and distant, yet he knew things; he knew I was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.

“It’s Father’s Day,” I said, skipping over my lie. “Do you think she’ll come?”

I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another tear fell.

“Come closer,” he whispered.

“How much closer could I get?”

“Closer,” he said again, a growl, a grunt—there was the bull I knew.

His lips brushed my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.

“I never get sick of touching you,” he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.

Smiling, I turned in his big arms and could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him. Magic arms, I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me feel completely safe; and for one man to be able to do that for another is amazing.

I kissed him and was happy to discover that his breath was not bad, but sweet, a trace of his toothpaste before bed still there. I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed gently, his c**k fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked him through his boxers. He was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper. At one point, I was almost certain one of us was going to stop breathing.

He finally relented, but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.

“f**k, you make me nuts,” he grumbled. We both laughed at his joke.

His hand reached for my c**k—I slept naked, so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough hands and my skin.

“You like that?”

I nodded. I did like it. I thought I wouldn’t ever be able to like s*x again, or any intimacy, after Lily disappeared.

His hands were rough, but I relished his edges. He touched me as if he knew me and, after a year, I guess he kind of did.

“You want me to suck it?” His voice was hoarse with the question. There was still a shy embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn’t really believe he was going to suck c**k.

“What do you think?”

My response excited him, I could see it in his eyes. Even in the dark, the fading moon told me just enough.

When you have a daughter like mine, you learn a lot from the moon.

Ned slid down, his hands searching my body, naked and smooth. His tongue flicked over my n*****s. He pulled at them with his teeth and I could feel his gentle suck and bite. I dug my hands into his back, then up to his neck. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and even though I could see the necklace and hear the clock, Ned had managed to make me his and I was grateful.

“f**k,” I called out as his mouth took me in. He swallowed me at once, the heat and the soft wetness was perfect. I pushed my hand back and felt for the headboard behind me. He’d made it for Valentine’s Day that year and as my fingers pushed against it, I could feel the grain of the wood, the solid design of it. His mouth was full and I heard him making contented noises as he slurped and sucked me.

I was just about to tell him to slow down when he stopped and lifted my hips, then put both his hands under me, cupping my ass. He squeezed, then released, his face buried between my legs. He licked at my balls, one then the other. He pulled me by my ass so I was even closer to his face. His stubble was rough against my bare skin. He liked to call the growth his summer fur, and the sharpness of it could be almost painful, but then his lips would cover the tender flesh and I’d forget everything except the pleasure. When his tongue slid from my c**k to my balls again, then under my balls, my heart really began to pound.

“I want your ass,” he said, not necessarily to me because he knew I wouldn’t resist, it was as if he was saying it in awe of his ability to claim me. He lifted me up enough to run his tongue over the crack of my ass, then made a satisfied grunting sound as if he was hungry and finally allowed to eat.

I closed my eyes, reached down and lifted my balls so he could use both hands to spread my cheeks. “f**k,” I muttered as his tongue pressed against my hole. Ned’s lips pulled at the sensitive skin, causing quick, electric stings of pleasure to flare up along my back. He didn’t pull away, but buried his face deeper in me. I let my balls go and began stroking my swollen c**k, which was already wet with pre-c*m. My fist made a wet, sloppy sound as I stroked it up and down. My obvious enjoyment only drove Ned deeper. His tongue was inside, darting, circling, and consuming me. He dragged me to the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor, and I could tell by his furious movements he was busy jerking his own c**k. His grunts and moans only added to the intensity of his oral consumption. Ned pulled and sucked with such intensity I began to shake. His strong hand grabbed one of my legs, gripping the quivering muscles as he ran his hand along its length. He knew I wanted to c*m.

“I want you to shoot on my face,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

I knew his hunger, and I managed to nod before he returned to his banquet. It wasn’t long before I felt my body escape into the nothingness of utter abandon.

“Ned!” I called out and looked down to see his face between my legs.

He forced my hand away from my twitching c**k and stroked it furiously.

“Yeah baby,” he said, his other fist pumping his d**k. “That’s it, yeah, shoot that load!”

I arched my back and let it go, calling out something unintelligible. Ned stroked faster and harder. “f**k, man, f**k,” he cried out as my c**k brushed his face and c*m erupted from my angry d**k. As I looked down, Ned smiled, covered in my thick seed.

“f*****g hot,” he growled.

Instead of wiping his face, he stood, swiped a hand across his face, then reached down to stroke his d**k using my c*m as lube. In fascination, I watched as he pumped his c**k, his body tense, his face lost in want, and even at that moment, he was beautiful. I could see the orgasm unbending within him.

“I’m gonna c*m,” he growled through gritted teeth. “s**t, man, I’m gonna f*****g blow.” Even before he finished saying it, I could feel the warm rain of his c*m. His body shook as one of his hands gripped my thigh, and he froze there a moment until the quaking stopped. When he finally looked at me, I offered a satisfied smile.

“Wow, I must have really needed to c*m. Don’t move, I’ll grab you a towel.”

“You think,” I called out. Looking down, I watched as c*m began to run down my sides.

Ned’s heavy footfalls padded down the hall to the bathroom, then the water turned on and he cursed as he’d probably stubbed a toe or banged into the corner of the sink. Even in this bliss I realized I was still Lily’s father and the monsters might have been pushed back momentarily by our love, but when I saw the necklace sparkling on the table, I was aware they were still just outside the door.