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THWACK!

The arrow thudded loudly into the trunk of a thick evergreen tree, startling the young buck not a foot away from where the arrow had impacted. Frightened, the beast took off in a dash, bounding logs before it disappeared as fast as the arrow had flown, darting into the underbrush with a rustling of leaves and the sound of twigs snapping in its wake.

"You missed!" Andrei hissed through his teeth, snatching the bow back from his sister as he took off after their food, nocking another arrow as his lithe rodent body slipped through the gaps between trees, following the tracks left by their prey with at least a measure of competency.

"How could you miss?! That was the easiest shot I could have set up for you, and you missed!" He snapped quietly, his frustration clear on his features. His long rat tail flicked as he moved, keeping his balance between bounding steps.

"I'm sorry! I told you that I'm not good at these things!" Kasia meekly squeaked from behind him, struggling to keep up with her brother's almost frantic pace while carrying all of their other supplies as well! This had been their normal arrangement. He would hunt, and she would carry everything for him. He would haul a beast back home, and him and father would skin it and prepare it while she went and buried the scraps.

"If you were out here helping more, you would be. Father isn't going to put up with you not pulling your weight much longer, and I'm doing the best I can to help you, but there comes a point where you have to help yourself also, sister." He muttered, his temper fading like the tracks in the soft earth beneath them. He'd stopped at a river, the water quietly gurgling, washing away any trace of the deer that might have been left to follow. He sighed. She knew he was disappointed.

"You need to be able to do more. As it stands, you already take all the easy jobs, and leave everything else to me and Father. You eat, and occasionally help clean, and sit around while Father and I do everything else. You need to do more, or he's going to force you to leave, especially since you can't find a mate."

"Well, neither can you!" She shot back, stung by his words. Yes, it was true, she didn't do as much as them, but neither did any of it interest her. She didn't have the skill with a bow, or a knife. She wasn't as strong as they were for moving or hammering or digging. In a way, she felt pushed into the role they now blamed her for, even if she was quite comfortable in it, and didn't have much incentive to do much else... Besides, all the other rats within 10 miles of their den didn't exactly strike her as good potential mates. They were more eager to show off and brag about their achievements.

"Not for lack of trying, unlike you sister. Father isn't going to be happy. This was supposed to be your hunt."

"Well why can't you just kill a string of rabbits and say it was me?" She protested, folding her arms across the simple leather tunic that covered her chest, laden with scuff and scratch marks from her claws habitually scraping across the material.

"That defeats the entire point of having brought you out here to hunt! You're still doing nothing with yourself but getting everyone to do things for you!" Andrei called, already turning his back on her as he began the trudge through the trees, following the game trail that led home. She quickly fell into step beside him. There was an awkward silence for a long minute, the only sound a soft breeze rustling through the trees, and their clawed feet scratching against the dirt as they walked.

"I'm sorry. It's not like I wanted to be this way, just... You and father always seemed to push me away into this. I can't swing a hammer, I can't shovel earth, I can barely cook..."

"It's because you don't apply yourself sister. If you just stuck to something until you mastered it, you would be able to do those things by now, instead of just being a layabout... Don't worry... We can come out again tomorrow, and I'll help you practice with the bow before we go tracking any game. You just have to be good at something, or else soon, Father will just send you out. You're old enough to have a mate by now. You'll be someone else's problem, not his." Andrei sighed with some finality.

Kasia just looked at her feet, quietly counting the steps as they passed. She'd heard them arguing about her some nights ago, while they thought she was out of earshot, but a rat's hearing was sharp, and she caught every word of the hushed, yet heated dispute. Even now, she recalled it in vivid detail while she had sat and watched their shadows dance upon the wall from the firelight.

"I cannot provide for the two of you forever alone. What am I to do when the winter comes, hmmm son? You have to teach her something useful, I have not the time! Between keeping the other packs from simply engulfing us, and these fox attacks the others are spreading rumors of, it is not enough."

"Well what am I to do about it? She is lazy! She will not commit! I've tried time and time again to teach her-"

There was a pause, before her father had reached out, setting his clawed hand firmly upon her brother's shoulder as the shadows on the wall moved. She heard her Father's tone change as he spoke to him sternly, but still maintained the gentle, fatherly voice she knew him for.

"I am your sire, and she is your sister. You do not speak of her in such a tone. Everyone can find their place, even if some take longer than others to find it. She will have her place by the first snowfall... Else we may be forced to force her to take a suitor and combine clans with another soon."

There was a heavy silence that fell across their den, and for a few long moments, neither of them spoke.

"Winter is still far off Father... I will try my best to teach her."

She tried her best to push the thoughts from her mind, instead returning her focus back to her brother.

"So why haven't you found a mate yet?" She prodded him with the pointed question, and her finger as well, trying to direct the conversation anywhere but her recent failings. Her brother adjusted the bow over his shoulder, shifting so that the string wasn't cutting into the silky fur of his shoulder.

"It's complicated."

"Complicated? Really? That's your excuse? Come on Andrei, I know you can do better than that." She said with a laugh, her long, rodent tail twitching as it dragged along the ground behind her.

"And I know you can do better with a bow than whatever that was, but I'd much prefer it if you would keep trying to come up with reasons why you shouldn't, rather than trying change the topic to my problems." He pointed out to her unnecessarily, and the retort stung. She sighed, and like that, they were back on to her own failings.

Her brother must have noticed her downturned look, and sighed in turn sympathetically.

"There was one, but she was courted by another before I had the chance." He confessed, stopping on the trail. "Beautiful she was, with a voice like birdsong. A curvy figure that would have made an hourglass jealous, and fur like finest silk... It was her eyes though, they were so... Soulful and sweet, and just..." His description faltered with the smile he had worn describing the female, leaving Kasia to just nod quietly. Her brother looked like he'd been struck by an arrow.

"So... Why didn't you talk to her?"

"I was with Father at the time, trading some deer hide to one of the other clans in the north. I told myself I would the next time we visited, but that wasn't for some months. When we returned after winter, she was already swollen with another's litter, and had a great hulking brute standing over her." He muttered, kicking at a loose stone, sending it clattering into the underbrush.

"Ahh..." Was all she could manage. "So, what about since then?"

"Father said there would be others, but... None like her. At least not that I've found. None have caught my eye, so it hasn't been worth my time." He shrugged dismissively. "When you've seen a feast and are offered scraps... But Father is right. There will be others. Perhaps not her, but soon our clan will have the numbers we once did again."

He did his best to sound optimistic, but at the same time, she doubted at least part of the reasons behind his explanation. Within the clans, numbers were everything, but since the flood that had all but washed away the great packhome, the rats had been scattered, dividing into rival packs and clans in the wilderness, and most guarded their females jealousy. After all, there was only one way to increase a clans numbers reliably.

"If you say so. I'm sure no lady could resist your charm and charisma." She gave a soft, sarcastic laugh when her brother playfully struck a heroic pose, and promptly tripped, stumbling over a root jutting from the path.

She helped him back to his feet, the siblings both laughing now as Andrei tried in vain to brush the dirt from his jerkin.

"Come on then, oh mighty hero. There's some warrens down the trail a little further. If you insist, I can try and bag a few hares. At least then we have dinner." Kasia smiled. Part of her was still anxious about what their father would say to her, but that was a conversation for later. She would try, and perhaps that would at least count for something.

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By the time the sun had begun to set on the great forest they called home, Andrei had collected a quartet of brown, fluffy hares that hung loosely on the rope over his shoulder. Despite his best efforts to try and give her instruction, Kasia just didn't have a feel for the bow like he did. He could look at the arrow and estimate where it would fly, how fast it would fly, and if it would strike his target. Kasia.... to put it lightly, did not.

She had tried at least like he had asked her, but after all twenty of their arrows they had brought had ended up lodged in the dirt of the warren mound, she'd finally just given up and passed the bow back to her brother to finish actually catching their dinner.

"Don't worry about it. You'll do better tomorrow." He tried reassuring her, petting her shoulder. She managed a smile, even if it was somewhat mirthless.

"Thanks... I'll try."

The cave they called their home now wasn't a natural formation, at least not entirely. When their father had stumbled across it, half drowned by the flooding and dragging his two children with him, it had been bare and abandoned, empty for some time. But it was set deep enough that most of the inside remained dry, and it was still above the waters, and that had made it home.

Over the years, her brother and father both had helped to improve it, first smoothing the floor, building a proper doorway, curtained walls... It wasn't luxury by any means, but they could farm in the small garden in the warm seasons, and it was cozy and kept the wind and snow at bay in winter.

At least that's one thing I'm decent at... Kasia thought with a soft grumble as they passed the beds of earth that her father and brother had constructed, hemmed in by wooden logs.

"Father, we're back!" Andrei called out as he pushed the door open, entering the almost gloomy interior of the cave, illuminated mostly by the fire that crackled away in its stone-lined pit.Their father was busy at work whittling a bundle of sticks down for arrows on a table nearby, and smiled, his slightly crooked nose twitching.

"So how did it go today?" He asked with a flash of his long teeth as he set his work down, untying the thick leather apron that was scored with slips of his carving knife. His fur was rough looking from his age, but he was still in the prime of his life. Even if it didn't all sit right, it was as sleek and glossy as ever. They at least all knew how to take good care of themselves.

His eyes were kind, but Kasia couldn't have missed the way they turned down slightly in disappointment as her brother began to speak. Neither of them could lie to him, even if they had wanted to. Her own gaze found the floor, her cheeks reddening under her fur as Andrei recounted her failed attempt at hunting by herself.

"...She's getting better though Father. Her aim is improving, and she was able to fire all of the arrows without her arm getting tired... With some more practice-" He started, but their father raised his paw, and her brother fell silent, taking a step back.

"It is good you're improving Kasia, but I can't have your brother going with you. There is too much to do yet, and everyone must pull their weight... It would be easier to keep up if either of you had a mate already, but..." He sighed, waving his paw dismissively. "Ahh, it is what it is. But we each need to do our part. I cannot pick up all of the slack so that your brother can teach you each day. You have to be able to do these things yourself, daughter."

Kasia sighed, nodding her quiet agreement. She couldn't refute that much.

"And unfortunately..." Her father continued, catching her off guard. "You're reaching the age where you should be able to live by yourself, to have a mate and raise children of your own. Neither of you are children anymore. Son? When was the last time you tried to court a lady?" He asked, his gaze fixing on Andrei.

"I uh-"

Their father's attention shifted before he could come up with an excuse.

"And you, daughter. When was the last time you even tried to impress a partner?" His voice was accusatory almost, and she simply looked at her feet, not answering. She hadn't ever, that was the simple truth of it, and she knew he was aware of it all too keenly.

"If our clan doesn't grow soon, it will be snuffed out, either by our rivals, opportunists, or the winter. You cannot expect a tree to grow if you do not provide for it, and I fear the time for learning how to do so may have already passed... Now come, bring the hares over here, and we'll start preparing them. Kasia, you can help me. It will be good practice for you. Andrei, if you wish to tend to the garden and the scraps, that will be good learning for you." He instructed simply, ignoring her brother's look of shock.

Kasia simply strode past him with a reassuring pet on his arm, grinning as ear to ear as a silky rat could. "Oh, don't worry brother. At least the vegetables can't bite."

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"Here, and then slice the meat off like so-"

Kasia watched as her father demonstrated how best to remove the bones to her. It smelled, and both of their paws were red from the work, but she had at least done her part. Her father wasn't letting her slack today, and she knew it. Carefully taking the knife, she made the cut as he had instructed, working quietly in the firelight.

"Good... You'll need to at the least know this. Preparing meals is a vital skill, and also a good way to win a mate's favor. I should know! Your mother won me over with her cooking." He chuckled, reminiscing with a warm smile on his features.

"You look just like her, do you know that? Maybe a little more well fed, but..." He added with a soft chuckle as she finished slicing the last of the meat, pushing it aside into a metal pot so that they could stew it later. They washed their hands off in a small basin in the stone where a trickle of water flowed and pooled through the cracks in the rocks.

He watched her quietly as she cleaned the gore off of her paws, with a look she couldn't quite place, but it made her feel... Strange. She felt her cheeks redden, like she was being scrutinized.

"Back in the days of the great packhome, you know broodmothers rarely worked? They stayed at home while their mates worked to bring food, while keeping the home and bearing the clan's young... Your mother wanted that... You two were our first and last litter, sadly... All that remains of our name." He began from nowhere, still looking at her that strange way while Kasia dried her paws off on a scrap of cloth. What exactly was he getting at by telling her this? Was that what he wanted for her from her future mate?

"Well, I'm... I'm sure Andrei will find a mate soon..." She started, her cheeks now a vivid shade of rose.

"And what of you, daughter? When will you find a suitor?" He asked her, and the question gave her pause, her back turned towards her sire.

"I... I'm just waiting for the right one..." She stammered, overly nervous for some reason.

"I know you cannot hunt, and you cannot work as long or as hard as many others might... But there are other roles you could fill to help our clan... You have your mother's grace and beauty, both admirable traits to pass along." He smiled from behind her, brushing a hand across her cheek softly.

The touch almost made her jump from her skin, and yet there was something else there... A warmth that was all at once strange and new, yet familiar, sending a hot flush through her as she leaned into the touch, not entirely sure why she did though.

"She was sweet, but she was no hunter... She could cook meals like you wouldn't believe, and she enjoyed keeping home for me, as long as she could be there to raise the children, and I came back to make more with her... We always wanted a big family, a clan of our own, truely. But there might be a way you can help and we can still honor your mother's wish." His tone had changed to something that was sweet, and soft, whispers of promise hidden just beneath the surface of his words.

"Do... Do you know a male who would be s-suitable?" She stuttered over her words, feeling like a leaf caught in a gale. The slightest nudge might have blown her away entirely. Perhaps he had found a mate for her while she had been out, but she knew she was fooling herself as soon as she thought it. She'd heard stories of the great packhome. Pairing between family members wasn't uncommon in hard times.

"I might have... If you'll have me... I would take care of you, finish teaching you what you would need to know to keep a good home. You would be welcome to stay for good, and your brother and I, and eventually, your children would take care of you as the broodmother of our clan. It's a position of great honor, you know." His voice seemed to rumble in her ear affectionately, and with a tender kiss upon the side of her neck that left her flushed as red as a beet, he parted, bowing his head.

"Just... Consider the idea. You know your own strengths and weaknesses... It could be an opportunity to rebuild what we may have had were it not for the floods, and for you to contribute greatly to the rebuilding of our family."

Her sire turned, walking away to go and fetch the stew and set it to cooking. She was still blushing when her brother finally re-entered, his tail giving a curious flick when he noticed his sister's state.

"Are... You alright?" He asked, one fluffy eyebrow raising. His whiskers twitched.

"I'm fine, we were just... Discussing mother. She sounded like she had a wonderful life... I wish I knew more about her." She sighed wistfully. Her mother's lifestyle did indeed sound idyllic, and it was the truth, she did wish she knew more... She wished their mother were here so she could ask her about it. What made her choose to do it?

"Well, drink some water or something. Your fur isn't meant to be that shade of pink." he commented dryly, carrying the armful of vegetables over to prepare and add to their dinner.

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The food was good, and their meal was taken in silence while the crickets outside sang a chorus of night time to the world, the three rats sitting around the glowing fire pit. Kasia couldn't help but blush every time her father looked across the flames at her, his eyes doing far more than just taking a casual glance. She'd seen that look in her brother before when he'd eyed off females visiting the other clans to trade, or from the other clan's males eyeing her as well. It was a look of hunger, but not one that any food could sate.

"So I was thinking..." Andrei started, clearing his throat to break the silence that had filled their cave. "That tomorrow, maybe Kasia and I can go down to the hare warrens and give her some time to practice her archery. Then in the after-"

"That... Won't be necessary. I think we'll have other plans, and I may need her help... But we'll see what tomorrow holds when it gets here." He glanced across at his son with a quiet chuckle that made his long face curl into a smile. His eyes flicked over to Kasia, and she grew warm under his gaze once more, looking down at her food.

Perhaps... Just... Perhaps, this was what she was meant to do?

The thoughts wouldn't leave her, even when night came, and they undressed, the two siblings sleeping behind a thin curtain that separated them from their father's side of the nest.

"Good night, children. Sleep well."

"Good night, Father." They responded in unison. Kasia curled up on the bedding they had made from straw and fabric, her brother laying down beside her, stretched out in all his lazy glory. It was no strange thing, being naked around him. This was always how it had been after all, amongst the clans since before her father's father's time. She felt her gaze wandering over him, examining his body, the furry sac between his thighs, and his silky furred sheath swelling out from his waist, hiding and protecting his maleness from the elements.

Was that what her father looked like? He'd often said that he looked just like Andrei when he was younger...

She had little experience in it though... Males, that was, or courtship. Or really, any of it. She'd barely even touched herself but a scarce few times when both of them were away long enough for her to enjoy the experience. She'd heard of how rats mated, passionately and quickly, wrapped up in each other with the male giving powerful thrusts of his hip-

"Can I help you there sister?" Came Andrei's voice as he looked at her from one confusedly cracked eye.

"No! No, I just.... Go back to sleep. Sorry... I got lost in thought." She blurted quickly, rolling over to hide her flustered expression.

"Mmhmm. Okay." He hummed doubtingly, rolling over until his back was towards her. "G'night then."

She waited a few moments that seemed to span eternity before she let out her breath, listening to her brother's quiet breathing as he rested. If this was what she could do to help, then why should she deny it? Family pairings weren't that uncommon, were they?

She couldn't confidently say. Once, it had been a taboo, but rats were already vermin as far as the other species were concerned. Why should they hold themselves to the same standards when they could simply overwhelm their foes with strength in numbers. But after the floods, the genetic stock had lessened significantly... Rumors in the other clans of such pairings were spoken of in hushed tones, like it was an act of desperation... Considering they were the last three of their clan, perhaps it was...

But she'd made up her mind... This was what mother would have wanted, right? And father clearly did, else he wouldn't have said anything of the matter to her.

Slowly, she slipped out of their nest, careful so as not to wake Andrei as she crept over the the edge of the curtain, and slipped around the side of it. In the faint glow of the fire's embers, she could just make out her father, laying on his side in his own large nest, his eyes still closed. Good, that was good... She didn't think she would have the strength for this if he had been waiting up for her.

As quietly and carefully as she could, she slipped into her fathers sleeping area, crawling up on the bedding beside him. Every quiet crunch of the soft material beneath the fabric covering it sounded as loud as a thunderclap to her sensitive ears. She siddled in beside her sire, turning and pressing her back against his chest as she curled herself into his warmth.

There were no words between them, but she knew her arrival had roused him by the way he pushed himself against her, shuffling about to make himself comfortable. He shifted slowly after a moment, bringing one arm up and around her curvaceous figure, his paw stroking slowly through her soft fur until it rested above her belly, caressing her his protective and comforting embrace.

"So I take it this means you've come to a decision about my earlier offer?" He whispered, placing a delicate kiss on the top of her head while he allowed himself a few moments to take in the scent of her fur. She bit her lip, already feeling her father's sheathe swelling against the base of her tail, his own darker, rougher fur mingling with the lighter and smoother of her own.

Taking a breath, she nodded firmly, steeling herself for whatever consequences her choice would have, for better or worse.

"And?" He probed her, running his claws across her belly. His kisses trailed down her head to her cheek, breathing heavily in her ears. She trembled in his hold, and nodded again resolute in her

choice.

"Yes... I would... I want what mother wanted... I can help our clan grow." She finally let the words spill all at once. Something warm and slick was making the fur around her virgin slit all sticky as her father's hips rolled against her shapely behind. His free paw pulled her tail up and aside, moving it out of his way as he leaned over her, the mass of his body covering her own. Kasia looked up, and all of the fear and trepidation she had felt before faded as her Father smiled down at her, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. He wouldn't hurt her, she knew. Those eyes held nothing but love, adoration, and a burning lust for her.

"You are your mother's daughter, without a doubt... I wonder what else of you is hers. You made the right choice..." He praised her, his hand coming up from her belly to brush over her cheek again. She only had a brief moment between those words and what came next, as her father's tip slid between her pre-slickened folds, forcing a gasp from her lips. He parted her moist, virgin sex like he was peeling the petals back from a rosebud, delicate and cautious motions that drew a quiet moan from her as he pressed just inside of her.

She could feel every detail of her father inside of her, the way his maleness tappered to a fine point that rested against her previously untouched hymen. Each eager throb of him spilled a wash of precum into her body as he waited for her to adjust, and each one was like a splash of heat that only stoked the fire building in her loins.

"Are you ready, daughter? If you are having second thoughts-" He started, but she hushed him before he could put any more hesitation into her mind. If she faltered now, she would never do it. If she did this now, there would be no going back. She kissed him on the lips, and he reciprocated in kind, their tongues wrestling while her father claimed her virginity on the end of his maleness, muffling her cries with his mouth.

She bit her lip and hissed as her father broke the kiss and her hymen in the same moment, rocking his hips gently into her as he lay his mark on depths not even her own fingers had explored, his motions slow and smooth, easing her through the pain. It had already taken all of her self control not to bite his tongue when he thrust inside of her, but he soothed her with soft kisses and gentle whispers by her ears, easing her into her newly earned womanhood.

"Shhh... It will pass... I was your mother's first as well... You'll soon be swollen with our beautiful offspring, and our clan will flourish once more, and it will all be because of you, dear daughter..." He said with a soft, yet proud tone that seemed to make her cheeks flush red and her heart soar. If there was any doubt that this had been the right thing, it was long gone now. Gently, she reached up and took his hand, leading it to her breast. His fingers instinctively curled around the soft globe, carefully pinching her nipple between two knuckles as she bit back a throaty moan.

"You can keep going... It doesn't hurt as much now..." She sighed, but squeaked in surprise when her father was suddenly rolling her onto her front, keeping his paw on her breast beneath her as he began the thrust firmly, holding himself deep while he pulsed inside of his own flesh and blood.

"Shhh... Don't want to wake your brother now... Let this just be between us for now until you start showing.. You'll have so many litters to care for, sweet daughter. Your mother would be... Nggh... Proud of your choice." He grunted softly, his hips wetly slapping up against her own.

She bit her lip against and nodded, moaning into the nest beneath her and just quietly hoping that it was enough to muffle her pleasured noises. The curtain in front of her face fluttered gently as if disturbed by a breeze, and she froze, tensing up in alarm. Her father didn't seem to notice, and merely hissed in pleasure, burying himself until his tappered rodent tip was pressing against his sweet daughters cervix, wet precum spilling into her in copious amounts. After all, rats were nothing if not good at reproducing, and she was certain now that was exactly his plan for her.

She encouraged him, her focus returning to the stud upon her back, his hips moving of their own volition now. She doubted he could have stopped if he'd wanted to. She groaned as the pleasure raced through her, nerves alight with new sensations of bliss and ecstasy that took her to heights she had once thought impossible, but her father drove onwards, the pressure in her womanhood growing beyond her limits.

"Oh- Ahh... F-Father...I..." She managed to stutter out, her hips pushing back into his rough fucking. She'd felt this before only a few times with her fingers, but never actually been brave enough to continue once she reached it. Her womb itself seemed to clench along with the rippling muscles of her passage, anxious yet eager to receive her father's seed.

"Good girl.... Let it happen Kasia... Show your father how much you love him. Cum for me daughter." Her chosen stud was panting, the wet slaps of his cock and heavy, seed laden sac slapping against her stretched sex echoing in the cave.

She couldn't have resisted his command if she tried. Her climax struck her like lightning, hard and sudden as her whole body clenched like a vice. She soaked herself in lust, her feminine arousal shamelessly coating her father's pink shaft in a new layer of lubricant that added more to the wet slaps of her deflowering and breeding.

She moaned lewdly and loudly, biting the fabric of the nest hard, her eyes clenched shut as stars shot across her vision. Her head span, and for a moment, everything but that incredible high seemed to fade, her body heaving and shuddering on her sire's impaling girth.

He'd slowed his pace slightly when the world finally came back into focus, het arms and legs still tingling with the afterglow of her peak... A peak her own father had given her... Blearily, and still slightly pleasure drunk, she turned her head to look up at the rat who was still pounding away at her soaked snatch, a warm and proud smile on his elongated features.

"I've waited years for this... To hear you moan like that because of me... I'd always hoped you would end up as mine. You are so much like your mother..." Her father said, his breath going ragged as his thrusts picked up force, wetly pounding himself into his daughters soaked and spoiled cunt.

His hand around her breast fondled and groped, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he humped her into the bedding. It was all she could do to remember to keep breathing! Between grunts and moans, the wet sounds of their coupling, and the rhythmic slapping of her father's sac tapping against her clit, it would have been entirely unmistakable for anyone listening just what was going on in the cave.

"Ah~ Please just... Don't stop-" She begged of him, already feeling a second climax building rapidly as the rat on her back did his damnedest to breed her, her own father grunting and huffing in pleasure, interspaced with rough and passionate kisses and nips to the base of her neck.

"Don't you worry daughter. I've no plans of stopping... You'll be the broodmother of an entire new generation of our clan. I'll make sure of that. You'll never need to worry about being without a litter in your belly." He huffed, the dirty, naughty promise being just the trigger to make her cry out in bliss again as he pushed her over the peak of her pleasure.

This time, she was aware of everything. Once more, the stars shot across her vision as her body tensed like a coiled spring, clenching hard around her father's twitching rodenthood. She heard him grunt, and felt as he pushed himself deep. His tip bottoming out within her, the fur of his sheath mashing firmly against the opening to her sex. A heat blossomed inside of her, soaking her father with her love and pleasure while his inner muscles worked over the male buried in her cunt, the very same male that had contributed his seed to her creation.

She cried out as he did it again, drawing back with an agonizing slowness before he slammed himself home, gasping at the ceiling as his own peak hit, and Kasia's sire began to sire his next litter of children within her fertile womb. She felt in vivid detail the first splash of his hot cum across her cervix, the way it coated her and dribbled to pool by her womb's gateway, where his swimmers would make their way to sow her ripe and primed depths with his seed, and give life to the next generation of their clan.

He leaned over her, kissing her hotly while his prick throbbed in his offspring's birth canal, each jerk of his breeding rod accompanied by another warm ribbon of seed inside of her vulnerable passage. His gift was generous, and he filled her until his precious seed was dripping back down the insides of her thighs, her cunt spasming around him in another wonderous climax as father bred daughter, and her body milked him for every drop.

"Ahh... Ah... Oh Kasia.... That was... You are your mother and so much more..." He cooed sweetly as his lungs struggled to keep enough oxygen in him to avoid blacking out from the intense peak they had shared.

"Yes... Thank you Father... So.... I can stay here like this? Sharing your bed?" She whispered, her paws adoringly stroking along her father's whiskers. He chuckled a moment, before he lifted himself again, and his hips began to roll once more, drawing a low, luxurious moan from his sweet girl's lips.

"Ahh... We're not done yet daughter... After all, we have to make sure your litter takes first."

She moaned as he started to fuck her into his bedding once more, not even bothering to quiet herself a little this time.

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Behind the curtain, Andrei rolled over, his paw stroking fast with his fingers wrapped tightly around his throbbing member. She'd actually done it! She'd let father go and mate her. Even now, he could hear the sloppy smacks as their father rutted another batch of cub batter into his sister, their sire's own daughter! He bit his lip hard, grunting silently as he curled, cum spraying from his tip as his peaked right there from the lewd show going on just behind the curtain.

Panting as his spent prick slowly withdrew into his silky furred sheath, he gave a silent sigh, his fur and the bedding now messed with the traces of the orgasm from his own paw as he looked back towards the curtain, when his father and sister were busy still going at it. He really should have just slept, but... The temptation for another peak was nigh irresistible. Slowly, he crawled back across the bedding, lifting the edge of the fabric again.