Pairing: Kratos x Daughter!Reader
CW: in¢est (father/daughter), dubcon, drunk sex, hurt/comfort, mentions of grief, implied future overstimulation
General Tags: pwp, creampie, bed sex, making out, denial of feelings, fem!reader, reader's appearance is not specified, reader is AN ADULT, post god of war 2018, pre god of war ragnarok
When a snowball effect occurs, no one truly knows that its being taken place until they're far too deep into it. Sometimes it blows over in their face.
But for you, you knew before the snowball began to roll bigger than you could handle. And given the…strange circumstances, it would've rolled into a titanous snowball if you weren't so careful.
At least, you thought so.
It all started a season after Faye's death; your stepmother, your brother's mother…his wife. Kratos wasn't dealing with it well, even after the long journey to Jotunheim; becoming great pals with a bottle of mead for most nights.
Now he wasn't abusive, you knew your father would never struck any of his kids, but he sure wasn't positive when intoxicated. Deep in the night — when Atreus would be deep asleep in his bed — you could hear his muffled sobs from your bed, his drunken mutters about her; about the fact that she was gone, that she cannot return home, to her son, to him.
Your heart would always ache for him, for his pain and loss. Sure, you also dealt with the grief of Faye's passing, but she was his wife — the one who helped him see the light, to be better. And now what's left? A broken god, a broken man and a broken father.
How much you wanted to help him, to ease his pain. But with a man like Kratos, you felt like there wasn't much you could do. Perhaps Mimir could help, he's a wise man after all. But at the moment, for now, you decided to step back, to give your father space unless asked otherwise.
Well…he sure asked. But not in the way anyone in their right mind would think.
Your tired mind was so focused on laying in a bed after such a laborious day, you simply just plopped onto the first bed nearby. Snuggling against the furs of the bed, you lay farther on the other side of the bed, facing the wall. It was the most comfortable you've ever felt in a long time…rather that, or your body was just very sore from today's work. Either way, you were very comfortable to the point where you were starting to drift into sleep with heavy eyes.
It probably was about a couple hours at least before your body twitched yourself awake. You see that it's dark now, the dying fire pit being the only source of light inside — save for the moonlight peaking out of the cabin's cracks.
You could hear the gentle breathing of Atreus, right behind you to your left. He's sleeping peacefully, you could tell from how slow and calm he breathed with the occasional light snore.
But something doesn't make any sense. You vividly remember the sound of your brother's slumber usually being behind you to your right. Never your left. The only way you could hear him from your left is if you were sleeping on—
The sound of the cabin door opening could be heard, nearly jolting you in a panic.
…Shit! You slept on your dad's bed!
It's one of the many unspoken rules in the house; not to sleep in your father's bed. Dear gods, this is going to be embarrassing. You don't like being scolded by him, not after so much work on being the best daughter he could ask for — a bit over a thousand winters or so of work in fact!
With how much effort, how much obedience, how much training and never faulting you endured…the idea of being scolded for something easily avoidable felt world-ending to you. And as you hear the sound of your father's footsteps approaching the bed, you feel as if the world was going to end.
But much to your surprise, he didn't say anything. You heard him taking off his boots, setting them to the floor before slipping into bed with a heavy huff. The smell of alcohol bled through, invading your nostrils.
You didn't know what to do in this situation, so you resulted in pretending to be asleep; keeping yourself still, breathing slow and calm as possible and keeping at least one eye closed (even when you're just facing the wall).
After what seemed to be minutes — with the sound of Kratos' slow heavy breathing — you assumed that he fell asleep. But before you could register the sound of your father shifting in bed, two large white arms wrapped around and pulled you close to him.
You nearly made a sound out of surprise, thankfully you kept yourself together. Your father wasn't one for physical affection, not often, so experiencing his arms around you felt quite—
Your heart nearly jumps out as you felt his warm mead-filled breath fogging against your shoulder. "Faye…" He mutters softly, sliding the tunic down, making your shoulders more revealed to him.
Faye? Did….did you hear that correctly?
A hitch of breath almost unleashed when you began to feel his surprisingly soft and warm lips pressing against your now bare shoulder, peppering it with kisses that lingered longer than it really should. "Let me touch you…" He breathed, moving onto the back of your neck. "Just one more time, Faye…."
You nearly freeze at the realization. Holy shit…in his drunken haze, he's under the belief that the woman he's holding onto and kissing is his late-wife…and not his own daughter.
The thought of this was a lot, and bewildering. You hardly look anything like Faye, not at all. Was your father that drunk that he can barely tell the obvious differences between you and your stepmother? It seemed to be the case.
His hands snaked under your tunic and began touching your breasts. You nearly gasp from the coldness his hands still possess, causing your nipples to harden from the cold. Assuming the hardening was arousal, he begins fondling them, releasing a soft groan from the feeling of soft warm skin.
"Fuck…" His kisses became more, sucking and biting your neck and shoulders, leaving marks that'll definitely show in the morning. "So soft…."
You could hear the thunderous sound of your heart beating in your ears, shivers running up and down your spine.
With one hand remaining on your breast, he moves the other hand down, slinking down in your pants. His hands immediately found your clit and began running circles against it with his fingers.
You bit your bottom lip, holding back your moans. This shouldn't be happening, it's not right; he's your father for crying out loud! Not only that, but he's clearly too drunk to think clearly! This needs to be stopped.
"So wet for me…" His voice slurred slightly, moving his hand more followed by a chuckle. "Wetter than usual…"
You would pull away, but from the way he was speaking, he sounded…delighted, content. Not that pain-filled, emotionally wreaked man like usual — as in…genuinely happy.
Because of you, he was happy for the first time in a whole season.
Sure, that happiness was under the false belief that he was touching Faye and not his own daughter. But that almost didn't matter to you. He's happy.
And that made this whole situation seem not as bad.
So still making yourself seem asleep, you didn't protest when he starts to remove your pants, sliding them off along with your undergarments. It felt like a second of cold air hitting your wet cunt before Kratos began inserting three of his fingers inside of you, moving with surprising speed despite his drunkenness.
Your mouth open, eyes fluttering and going cross-eyed. Fuck, how does he find your g-spot so quickly? He moved with such swiftness and calculation, like he knows just what he's doing. Maybe with all of the sexual encounters he experienced back in Greece, he does in fact know what he's doing.
It wasn't long before you orgasmed on his fingers and hand, nearly moaning as you did so. You were a panting mess for a bit, legs twitching as you attempt to recollect yourself.
Your body twitches slightly as Kratos takes a scoop of your juices from in-between your legs. He takes his cum-covered fingers and put them in his mouth, letting out a "mmm…" while he tastes you.
"You taste wonderful." He whispers huskily. "Somehow more wonderful than last time."
…You didn't know if you should feel flattered or sad by that.
But you didn't have time to contemplate as you heard him began unbuckling his belt. You didn't look back at him, not only because you were worried that once he sees your face he'll realize it's you, but also because you didn't need to look to figure out what he's doing.
Quickly, you feel him grabbing your ass cheek, thumb caressing it as his fingers were gripping near your thigh. He lifts your leg up, granting him access to your pussy.
A quiet moan leaves you when you felt him rubbing his cock against your folds, moving his hips, thrusting himself against you.
"ιερό σκατά." He grunts, his movements quickening as he breathes against your neck. "You're so wet…so slippery…" His breathing gets heavier by the second. "…I….can't…hold on like this…I need to…."
You covered your mouth before you could scream as he shoves his cock inside of you, stretching you out. Fuck, he's so big!
He doesn't slow down, far from it. He fucks you hard and fast, with need and purpose. He holds you close as he rams his cock in and out of you with impressive speed. "So tight…."
You were trying not to scream in pleasure, not wanting to wake Atreus up. But fuck, this was just too good.
You now fully understand the women back in Greece, why they would throw themselves at your father — shit, you would've done the same!
Sounds of skin slapping together almost filled the room as his balls slapped against your cunt, thankfully it kept staying a tad bit quiet, not loud enough to wake anyone.
Fuck, you were seeing stars at this point with every thrust. This was a pleasure you haven't felt since…well, ever! In all your centuries of existence, you never really had a chance to experience anything like this — always on the move with your father, no time to meet anyone, not even men.
But now….now, you're experiencing everything. And you can't just get enough of it.
His alcohol-filled breath goes heavy with each pounding as he starts kissing your neck and shoulders sloppily with animalistic need. During this, you eventually look down a bit, seeing the way his dick fucks you fast with such ease, you moan just from the sight.
After what felt like forever yet too soon, you could feel him twitching inside of you, making you tighten up more. He was getting close.
He knew this too as his thrusts became sloppy and filled with wild lust, ramming deep and rough. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna…f…fuck…—"
With one hard thrust he rams in there deep as he shoots his load in you, filling you up with his hot seed. He stays in you for a while, his cock twitching inside as your tight walls milks him dry.
The feeling of his cum is what made you also become undone, body twitching and shaking as you orgasm for a second time, breathing in sputters against your hand until it all rides over.
You could feel his hold on you starting to loosen, panting labored breaths slowing down. "…I love you….so much…." He murmurs before the next sound you hear from him is his snoring.
After a moment, you decided to get out of his bed. Staying there would be a very bad idea; if he wakes up in the morning seeing you next to him, both of you guys pant-less with his cock still buried in you, he would never forgive himself, he wouldn't understand your reasoning for letting him, and the relationship you guys have would be damaged forever. You cannot risk that.
You carefully wiggled your way out of his grasp, biting your bottom lip as you pulled yourself off of his cock, nearly groaning from the feeling of your cunt clenching from his absence and the soft squelching pop that came after removing yourself from him.
Once you were free, you picked up your discarded pants and undergarments, putting them back on as you hopped off the bed. Your father shifted in his drunken slumber, his cock now semi-hard. You swallowed roughly at the sight, but kept your composure as you lifted the blanket over his waist, covering his nakedness.
Despite the intensity of what happened, he looked so peaceful asleep, a small smile on his lips. You find yourself smiling, leaning close and giving him a gentle kiss on his bald head before turning around.
Mimir's head wasn't on the round table near the door. Now granted, a part of you is in fact glad he wasn't inside to witness what just transpired, but still, it was concerning that he wasn't there.
When it eventually clicked, you rolled your eyes. Not again. With a swift put-on with your boots and your cloak, you carefully opened the door and went outside.
There he was, on a log, left in the middle of this damn snow storm. You grumbled as you made your way to him. "Father left you again." You weren't asking, you knew that's what happened.
As you picked Mimir up, you hear a tired grumble from him. "Drunk bastard…"
"Mimir." You find yourself scolding.
"I know, lass. He's grievin' and all….but still, not right to leave me here."
He has a point. "I know…" You sigh before walking your way back to the cabin. "Maybe I'll keep myself up, to make sure you don't get left out all night and all…"
"I don't know, on one hand you deserve to rest well—" He pauses. "What are you doing up at this hour?"
Shit. "My body jerked me awake." You say with surprising ease. "And I noticed you weren't at your little station."
"Hm, seems like fate was callin' then." He jokes. You laugh.
When you brought him inside quietly, you set him on top of the small sack on the table.
"What's with him?" You heard Mimir whisper, referring to the pant-less Kratos. Despite you covering him, his pants were on the floor.
Not letting your panic get the better of you, you gave a shrug as you walked over to grab a book. "He was dead asleep when I awoke." You whispered back as you walked over to Mimir, opening the book to the first page and setting it onto the easel. "Is this one good for the night?"
"Very good lass." He speaks quietly.
You smile, picking up a wooden spoon and handing it to him…well, more like setting it in-between his teeth, since he's a head and all. Once he bites onto the handle, you give a polite smile. "Goodnight."
"Rest well." He muffled with the spoon in his mouth.
With a nod, you make a turn and head onto bed…your bed to be specific. As you snuggled against the furs and pillows of your own bed, you watch your father's peaceful state with a smile, falling asleep to the sounds of Mimir turning the pages of his book and your family's snoring.
The morning after was peaceful, strangely delightful….for the most part.
You were enjoying your breakfast with the family, chewing on some bread. Your father was taking small bites while Atreus was going full-town on his food, scarfing them down.
Furrowed brows, you flicked at his arm as you scolded him, "Don't eat like an pig, it's impolite."
"But I'm starving!" He argues, muffled with his mouth full of food.
"Your sister is right. Use your manners." Kratos says gruffly.
Your brother grumbles as he chews much slower. You almost found yourself smiling in victory.
After a bit, you find yourself taking glances at your father. For the first time in a while, he seems more…peaceful at the moment, and that made last night's events worth it.
Though there is a bit of a downside; your eyes would occasionally glance at his body, low-key ogling him. His well-built muscles, nicely structured face and cultivated brown eyes….sweet gods, since when did he look so attractive?
The sound of your name being called got you out of the hurricane of your thoughts. You looked at Mimir, letting out a "Hm?"in response.
"What's with those marks on your neck?" He asked with a risen silver brow.
You felt yourself freezing as all three of them stare at you. While Atreus seemed unaware of the nature of the marks on your neck at first, Kratos and Mimir looked at you with alarm.
Panic rushed through you. Shit, what do you do? What do you say? You can't say what happened! Come up with something! Quick! Anything!
"Oh my gods…." Atreus gasps, as if realizing something. "You sneaked out, didn't you?!"
You shriveled in your seat, cheeks warm with embarrassment. "…yes." You muttered, staring down at the ground.
"…What?!" You heard the sound of your father standing up abruptly, he sounded angry.
"Snuck out??" Mimir barked in surprise. "When in the bloody hell did you sneak out???"
"….In the middle of the night, a bit after bringing you back inside." You lied. You can't really say before since the timeline wouldn't make much sense to Mimir.
"A bit—" He pauses. "How did— I didn't even hear you!"
"I've learned how to be stealthy and quiet since I was seven." You looked up. "You'd be surprised with how easy it is to sneak out—"
"You've snuck out before?" Her father spoke, eyes intense with anger.
You nearly mentally shit yourself. Okay, maybe don't go too far with the lie. "…Well no…..not….often…."
You could see your father clutching his fist. Shit, he never been this angry towards you….very scary….and hot? Despite the weird feelings, his anger made you go defensive, even with the lie strangely.
"I-I never go too far from the stave, everything perfectly safe!" You put your hands up in defense.
"That doesn't explain the marks though…." He says coldly.
After a moment of silence, Atreus looks at you with a "…Ewwww….you were with a boy?"
"A BOY?!" Both Mimir and Kratos exclaimed. While Mimir was just genuinely surprised, your father sounded even more pissed…for some reason.
You nearly jolted from your seat at the rise of voices. "…Well, uh—"
"Who is he? What's his name?!" Your father pressed, leaning against the table like he was interrogating you. Though in this case, it sure felt like he was.
Geez, what's his problem? Sure, the guy isn't even real. But still, he has no reason to be so pissed off over this fictional man.
"He's just a Midgardian man, I don't really know his name." You formed your words carefully, making sure your fake story makes even a lick of sense. "It was just a hookup."
Oh that was a poor choice of words, because your father looked like he's fuming. "A…hookup?"
…Okay, so you were grounded for the first time in centuries — you didn't even know that was possible — but hey, it's better than Kratos finding out that he drunkenly had sex with his daughter!
Though the downside with that is now you're struggling with this whole new level of feelings all on your own. You would find yourself staring at your father, watching his muscles move with thunderous grace and strength, how beautifully curved his nose was, even the sound of his voice made the inside of your body rumble with arousal.
There was no doubt about it, you wanted him badly. But given the…nature and circumstance of these feelings, you couldn't really vocalized them to him, or anyone for that matter.
Thankfully, you didn't have to keep it all inside for long. Though while he does it less with you being grounded and all, there are times where it's clear he'll get drunk in the night.
And when those days come, you gleefully head over to your fathers bed when Atreus is deep asleep, waiting for your drunken father to arrive. And he does, he sure does arrive….forgetting Mimir once again (thank goodness ) as he gets in his bed and have his way with you, unaware of the incestuous actions he's committing.
You love every second of it; the way he stretches and pounds into you, holding you close while kissing your neck and shoulders, cumming in you with his hot load. Fuck, you loved it all, and you wanted more.
There was even those odd times where you would get off of the usual routine; moving your hips against him, sucking his fingers while he takes you, hel, you even jerked him off when his cock was thrusting against your folds that one time.
All of it was beyond amazing, consuming your body. Even when he's not drunk, sleeping in bed. You're in your own bed, masturbating with all those filthy thoughts of your father. Sometimes you would wish he could wake up and see how much you really loved him, how good of a daughter you can truly be.
Though, as the days of him getting drunk becomes less and less, the days of him fucking you went away too.
It was bittersweet; on one hand you're glad he's getting better, improving himself….yet on the other hand you'll miss those touches, the way he stretched you out.
And the absence of his fucking sure didn't make those feelings go away, in fact it worsened. Now even the simplest of gestures was a lot — for example, when he went to check on your temperature with the back of his hand, you felt yourself becoming very aroused, undergarments soaked just by a simple touch.
Fuck, you felt so pathetic. But the best you could do was just quietly masturbate away when everyone else is asleep, unleashing your forbidden desires upon your clit while one of your hands covered your mouth, silencing any possible moans that could escape.
Two-thirds of a season had past. And despite behaving well as much as you could, following every order without question….you were still grounded, much to your own frustration.
Dealing with these incestuous feelings towards your father was one thing, not being able to go out and hunt was a whole other kind of punishment. And as you silently sneak out a window with a bow and quiver of arrows, you could not take that punishment anymore.
You wandered your way in the woods, the moonlight being the only source of light. Eventually you catch some deer tracks in the snow, determined, you followed them. After minutes, possibly more, you managed to find it; a red deer munching on a small blade of grass that was peering out of the blankets of snow.
Slowly, with careful breaths, you take out an arrow and draw out your bow. The silence was deadly as you aim your direction to where the heart would be. You let out a deep, slow breath, calming your mind as—
Something grabbed at your wrist, making you yelp in surprise, causing the deer to flee in alarm. You turned to see Kratos, looking at you with fury as his grip tightened a smidge.
"You disobeyed me." He says coldly, his voice frustratingly sending shivers down your spine. "I specifically told you not to go out, and what did you do? You—"
You jerk your hand from his grasp. "It's bullshit!"
His eyebrows rise in surprise. You never raised your voice at him, never had….until now apparently. "…Excuse me?"
"This grounding, this punishment!" You snapped. "Atreus literally shoots you with an arrow, talks back to you countless of times! And all he gets is a scolding!" You crossed your arms. "But when I go out and have a simple hookup, I get stuck in the house all day!" You pressed your finger against his chest. "Two-thirds of a season, father!" Your hands moved as you rant to him. "Two. Thirds!"
You didn't even know why you were still going with the lie at this point. Maybe to not accept the reality, to not fully acknowledge that you're covered with filth, to not acknowledge that you might be a bad daughter after all.
"You had went to bed with multiple women may I add!" You pointed out. "So you can fuck around, but I can't?!"
"That is not the same!" He raises his tone. "You could've gotten yourself pregnant, (Name)!"
"I took precaution, I knew what I was doing." You argued. And you weren't exactly lying, after every fuck you would use every herb you could find to aid you, to make sure you don't get pregnant. And it worked. "And I'm sure as hel you didn't though!"
"This is much more than a hookup, (Name)!" He yells. "You left the stave — alone! You could've been hurt, or killed!" He steps closer, tone becoming a tad softer as he brings his hands out, touching the sides of your face. "Freya is constantly on our tail out there, and if something were to happen, I…." His voice weakened for a moment. "…I wouldn't know what to do with myself."
Your expression soften, every anger you felt seemingly vanished. You touched his hand before leaning against his palm, snuggling it and closing your eyes.
Your heart fluttered when you felt his thumb brushing against your cheek, "I've lost so much already and…" He whispers despite you two being alone in the middle of the woods. "…To even think about the idea of losing you is….is too much for me to handle." He then rests his forehead against yours. "I care about you so much….too much…so please, be careful….for me."
He leans back and presses a kiss on your forehead, your heart nearly fluttered once more when it lingered for longer than necessary.
"Please…" He whispers, lips brushing against your forehead before going for another long soft forehead kiss.
A hitching breath accidentally slipped out when he kissed your forehead again. He stops for a moment, you mentally panic.
After a moment, he kisses your forehead again. But then he trails down, kissing the root of your nose, then the bridge and then the tip of your nose. He moves down and lingers, lips inches from yours, you can feel his breath hitting against you.
Your heart was pounding loudly from the closeness, lips parted as your breathing became heavy. You look at him, his eyes that usual enigmatic look — but there's something deep within that look, something that you yourself have felt.
Everything happened so fast; one moment you're both standing there, the next your lips crashed onto each other, moving together in animalistic passion and need. He presses you against a nearby tree, if it wasn't for the protective layers of fur the bark would've digged at your back.
You could feel his hands exploring your body as he presses himself against you, tongue sliding in your mouth with ease. He groans at the warmth and taste, bringing himself close.
A moan leaves you within the kiss. Was this really happening? Before you could answer that yourself, he abruptly pulls away.
You watch as he backs away, amber eyes widened and filled with emotion. He looked down at his trembling hands, then back at you. "I…." He looks back down in shame, unable to look at you. "…I shouldn't have done that…" The sound of his voice weakened.
As you regain your breath, you reach out to him. "Father…—"
"Let's get home." He says dismissively, bitterly before walking away, to the direction of home. Your heart shattered.
You reluctantly followed, fighting back tears of heartbreak. He doesn't look back at you, or seemingly acknowledge your presence on the way back, and that hurt you even more.
He didn't even say a word to you when you both reached the cabin, just head on inside and went to bed. Mimir notices you two and opens his mouth, saying something. But the both of you were trapped in your own mind to process the words.
You lay yourself down on your bed, facing the wall. And after a moment, you found yourself quietly cried against your hand, everything spilling out.
He hates you. You almost sobbed harder at that thought, but it was obvious by his reaction; he hates you. Your lips trembled as tears rolled down your face as one thought replayed in your head over and over until you eventually fall asleep;
In the morning, you felt emotionally drained, pretty out of it for the most part. You barely ate your breakfast, slowly chewing bread like an ass eating some grass — though in this moment, with your father avoiding you, you felt like an ass.
He knows, clearly he knows of your desires, your filth. And he hates you for it. Everything you two built in the last centuries completely crumbled, destroyed, all because you had to be disgusting.
A part of you felt like throwing yourself off of a cliff, as insane as it sounds. Or perhaps run away, far from here. Everything felt like it was over, like you needed to leave, for the betterment of everyone…especially him.
The sound of Atreus calling your name interrupted your storm of thoughts. "Hm?" You look at him.
"Are you okay?" He asks, face read with concern.
You nodded slowly, pulling a fake smile. "Of course, I just had trouble sleeping last night."
"'Cause your father caught you sneaking out?" Mimir chimed.
"You snuck out again?" Atreus gasp.
"I wanted to go hunting." You say dismissively. "I just found it…tiring that he has me grounded for so long."
Mimir speaks up again, "Given that you've repeated on what gotten you grounded in the first place—"
"Please." You find yourself scoffing. "Gods forbid someone doesn't want to be cooped up here forever."
Atreus looked at you with shock. Granted, you never spoken this way before, very out of character. But with everything crashing down upon you, you just can't help but be….angry.
Eventually taking a deep breath, you resume to your breakfast.
"(Name)…" Mimir speaks more softer, more…concern. "He just wants you to be safe, and running off, to a guy no less—"
"I don't know why it matters…." You grumbled. The memory of your father's constant scolding about the whole 'meeting up with a boy' thing made your blood boil, it made you want to go out and actually hook up with a man to spite your father. "….Father's been with multiple women, yet it's a problem when I do practically the same thing?"
"He what???" Atreus squeaked.
"It was way before he met your mother, Atreus." You said as calmly as you can manage.
Mimir goes to open his mouth, you intervened.
"I took precautions, I took the proper herbs to prevent anything from happening." You pointed out.
"That isn't a one hundred percent guarantee."
"Better than father's lack of protection!" You find yourself snapping at him. You were getting tired of this conversation and feeling like you were the problem. Even when it's a lie, it's still extremely frustrating.
The sound of the door opening interrupted the conversation turned argument. Kratos walked inside, hanging his axe up before sitting himself down on the table. Having enough of this, you stand yourself up, pick up a random book and sat yourself onto your bed.
You eyed the pages, ignoring everyone else for your own mental sake.
That night you decided to run away. As immature as it sounds, you couldn't stand being in the same room with the father that you figured hated you. He's avoided you, avoided talking to you or even acknowledged your existence — to you, it was clear as day; he detested you.
Now you're just getting yourself out of the picture.
With the proper furs on your back and bag full of necessities, you quietly snuck through the window.
You were careful with your movements, dragging your feet, making yourself quiet against the snow as you walked from the side of the cabin and to the front.
The weight of what you were planning on doing made you stop for a moment. You turn to look at the cabin, really look at it for the last time.
With a shaky breath, you turn yourself back and moved your feet to began your journey.
You nearly yelp, jolting before turning yourself around.
Kratos stood outside, only wearing his pants and boots.
The sight of his shirtless body made things more difficult for you. So you struggled to speak, holding onto the strap of the bag and twisting it out of nerves.
After a moment of no response, he walks up to you, eyeing your bag. He looks back at you. “Sneaking out. Again?"
You couldn't even bother to look at him, especially when he takes your bag and starts looking through it.
He eventually spoke after a while. “….(Name)….” His voice sounded softer, almost….hurt. “You're….running away?"
A pang of guilt ran through you, finding yourself slowly nodding before glancing at him.
He looked hurt, very hurt at the realization that you were running away. Which confused you; he hates you, why would he care?
You see his eyebrows knotting suddenly, clutching his fist as he asks. “Are you running away with that boy?”
“What?” You couldn't help but vocalize your bewilderment. He's still on about that boy thing? “Is that seriously what you think?”
“Do you deny it?” He sounded angry.
Now you're clutching your fist.
“Answer me!” He barks. “Are you going to him?! That delinquent?!”
The fuck does he care so much about that? “No! I'm not!”
“Then why? Why are you leaving your home? Leaving me?” Despite his anger, you could hear a ghost of pain in his voice. “Dammit girl, why?!”
When he reaches for your face, you pull away. “Because you hate me!” You snapped, holding back a cry at first, but it leaked as you continued. “Y-You found out how terrible I am, and you now hate me…”
“Don't try to say otherwise, it's obvious from the way you avoid me…not even acknowledge me….” You hate how emotional you're becoming the more you speak, tears running down your cheeks. “S-So I decided to take myself out of the picture…for your sake.”
He says your name again as he reaches for your face again. This time, you let him. Despite the calluses on his hands, his touch was soft as he quietly hushes in a comforting manner, and that made you cried more.
“I-I'm a bad daughter…” You sobbed. “Y-You're avoiding me because I-I'm a bad—”
He pulls you into a hug, caressing the back of your head. “μικρό ζωύφιο…..” He says softly, calling you a nickname you only heard your mother call you centuries ago, back when she was still alive. “μικρό ζωύφιο, no…you're not a bad daughter, far from it.”
He pets your hair softly as he says, “Come….sit…” he brings you over to the flat pile of stones that he would occasionally sit on, where the small burned out campfire was. You rested your head against his arm, mostly out of a need for physical comfort as you watch him relight the campfire with his axe and a nearby.
You two stay like this for a moment, much more than a moment before your father speaks. “…I'm a bad father…that's why I avoided you.”
That brought you out of it. You sit up as you look at him. “What? No you're not, you're not a bad—”
“Yes I am.” He looks at you, eyes full of emotion, emotion you couldn't even begin to decipher. He hesitates for a second before taking a deep breath and continuing. “…When you mentioned about that Midgardian boy, I….started feeling things I shouldn't be feeling…especially towards you.”
You swear you felt your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. “Feelings? Like what?” A part of you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it from him.
He was quiet for a moment, perhaps contemplating his words before drawing out a breath once more. "The idea of this boy…this….weasel…" he clutches his fist. "Putting his grubby hands on you….touching you like that fills me with such….anger. But not in the way I should be angry…never like that." His voice goes lower, but almost bitter at the end. Not towards anyone, but himself.
The way the light of the fire reflected on his intense brown eyes brought a warmth to your chest…and down below. "You were….jealous?" Your breathing heighten at that revelation.
He looks at you once more before facing the fire in front of the both of you. "…I thought….I could stop them, or suppress them at least. But every time I see you, looking all…." he trails off before shaking his head. "No…no. I shouldn't say that. It's…it's not your fault." He puts his head in his hands. "The fault is mine. I'm the one perverting after you." He stops, frowning in shame at the words coming out of his mouth.
Your soul nearly went out of your body with that confession, but you kept yourself close to him. A part of you wanted to correct him with the word lusting, but you let him continue.
"…I assumed it was my drinking habits that was causing me to feel this way…" He explained further. "But that was proven fruitless….especially with the previous night."
The heat in your body heightened, more so down in-between your legs, the more he speaks on the matter.
"I fear I can't….control myself." He puts his hands away, eyes staring at the flames.
"Can't control yourself?" You blurt out out of bewilderment. "You…are lacking control?" In all of the centuries of Kratos training you to always be in control, you never expected him to be the one struggling control, especially like…this.
He nods, not looking at your direction. "Yes…"
You don't know how you gathered the courage to do this, but you find yourself standing up and getting in front of him before you began removing the furs from you, setting them to the side and making sure it doesn't come in contact with the fire.
His eyes look up at you. "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you control." You say simply. Though, this was more testing his control more than anything. You took off your tunic, exposing your chest to the cold bitter air and your father, nipples hardening from the cold.
You could see his eyes widen at the sight. "(Name)…"
Before he could say anything in protest, you shut that down. "Focus, father." You ordered sternly. "Make sure to keep yourself in control."
"Cover yourself up." He says. "You'll freeze."
"Says the bare-chested man in front of me." You quipped, keeping your hands behind your back, moving yourself from side to side ever so slowly.
"Watch your tone with me, girl." He glares up at you with a scolding stern voice.
For some reason, you found yourself saying "Or what?" with a challenging tone as you removed your pants and undergarments. Was it a bit much? Perhaps. But after his confession, you found yourself not caring.
He keeps his hands to himself, even when his breathing sounded heavier the longer he stared. Fuck, you nearly squirm from the way he looked at you, the way he eyed the shape of your skin ever. so. hungrily.
You didn't know what led you into saying it, but after a moment, you decided to break the silence. "…I don't think you're a bad father."
He looks up at you, opening his mouth to argue otherwise. But stopped when you moved your hand down and touched yourself, rubbing your clit.
“Because if feeling that way towards me makes you a bad father…” You glance down, seeing his erection tenting against his pants. “…Then I'm a bad daughter for wanting it.”
Without another word, you used your free hand to take his and directed it to your hip. You nearly moaned from the feeling of his hand on you, your body ached from how much it missed his touch.
The sound of Kratos' breathing getting heavier made your bones rattle with burning want and need, especially when he presses his thumb against your hip, circling it ever so slowly and intimately.
Your breathing hitches from the sensation, which possibly sent shivers down his spine from the way the tent in his pants twitched slightly.
He moves his hand up close to your breasts, but then paused. “….The kiss…it's—”
You stop him by giving his wrist a squeeze, knowing what he's attempting to say. “I wanted this long before the kiss, father.”
He looks up in shock, caught off guard by your confession.
But you continued. “It started the morning, minutes before you grounded me.” Technically you weren't lying, you did start ogling him that morning. You moved his hand up to your breast. “And looking back, knowing your feelings over the thought of me with this….boy….” You watch as his eyes go intense, a moan escaping your lips as he gave your breast a firm squeeze. “Fuck…it just made you hotter…”
Guess those words made your father snap, because without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.
Lips crashed against one another, hands exploring each other's bodies. Feelings of the previous kiss returned and amplified — the only difference is that there's no pulling back, no second thoughts, no regrets; just pure animalistic need.
You involuntarily began grinding yourself against his groin, moaning at the friction. He lets out a groan in the kiss, sending shock waves down your spine, making you all-the-more wet for him.
And he knows that too, another groan escaping him as he grabs your hips, stopping you and holding you still as he pulls his face away from you. “Easy…slow yourself down.” He speaks in his stoic tone. “You'll end up making this quicker than we both want it to be….and we'll make a mess.”
Your breathing became very hitched when he caresses your cheek with his hand, “…You know why we can't make a mess?” He questions, clearly testing your knowledge as he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip.
Despite your brain feeling like mush under his touch, you answer. “Messes leads to tracks, and we can't leave tracks if we don't want to be caught.”
“Very good.” He then brings himself closer to you, lips hovering over yours. “I'll fuck you soon enough, just have to prepare you first…”
The feeling of Kratos' finger entering you interrupted your mental train of questioning. Your walls swallowed his finger easily, which made him grunt in arousal. “You're taking this easily, aren't you?”
“How about this?” He inserts another finger.
You gasp, hips starting to move against his fingers. Fuck, it almost feels like the size his cock! Especially when he inserts another, fucking you with three of his big fingers, hitting your g-spot over and over with such ease.
Your moans were silenced by his lips crashing against yours, tongue invading and exploring your mouth with wonderous passionate need for you. Stars plagued your vision with each friction against your g-spot, making you ride his fingers and suck on his tongue like a whore.
And for him, you'd gladly be one.
You were getting close, you could tell. So did he apparently, because just as you were a second into becoming undone, he pulls out his fingers from you, making you whine from him not making you cum and the feeling of your walls clenching in his absence.
He pulls away. “You're doing well.” You could hear a slither of smug in his tone. He's enjoying this.
“Please…” You found yourself begging, as pathetic as it sounds. “Κάνε με δικό σου….I'll be a good daughter, I'll stay put…” You didn't even notice yourself dry humping against him. “I'll be your good girl, your small bug….just please…fuck me…” You whimpered, bringing your head down and sliding your tongue across his chest, hands touching his abs. “I need you…I need your cock so badly.”
You could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to be released.
A squeak leaves you when he grabs you by the chin. “Watch yourself, girl.” He ordered sternly bringing you close to his face. “Doesn't matter what we're doing; no daughter of mine is going to talk like a prostitute. Are we clear?”
You feel yourself swallowing, nodding as you stutter out, “Y-Yes sir…”
You could see him rolling his eyes to the back of his head followed by a soft groan. He didn't know why, but you calling him sir just sounded so different, so….tantalizing.
“That's right,” He mutters lowly in your ear as he begins unbuckling his pants open. “Call me sir.”
A gasp leaves your lips from the feeling of his hard cock springing up against your moist cunt. Gods, you missed that dick so much that the feeling of it against you was driving yourself insane.
“P-Please….” You whimpered, moving yourself against his erection. “P-Please sir…”
You didn't have a moment to plead further as you felt him slowly slipping himself into you. You arches your back and moan from that familiar stretch that you haven't had for far too long.
He gives you a second, assuming you needed some time to adjust — unaware that you've had him stretch you out multiple times before — before he starts his thrusts, slow and careful.
Didn't stop you though as you began moving yourself up and down, riding your father's cock like you've wanted for…what felt like ages to be quite frank.
You watched as his face contort in pleasure, watching the way you grip him. “So tight, μικρό ζωύφιο….” He groan while he brings his face close to your neck. “….my tight little bug.”
He starts kissing your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. It started off with soft tender kisses, but quickly became rough with him sucking and biting your neck, giving you multiple marks. All while thrusting you with his hard cock.
After a while, he stops his thrusts, quiet for a moment. Before you could question him, he speaks. “There was no Midgardian boy….was there?”
Shit…oh shit! You started to mentally panic, what do you tell him? What should you tell him? Now he knows what you did, you're done for!
With a defeated sigh and head low, you mutter out a, “No.” out of shame. “I wanted to tell you, swear—”
You jolt when he starts to thrust, hard. Then he thrusts again, and again. You didn't have time to process before he begins ramming his cock in and out of you with such aggression and speed. The sounds of skin slapping together and animalistic fucking echoed, his balls hitting against your ass.
“Oh fuck….oh fuck!” You cried out.
“Should've realized why this tight cunt felt so familiar…” He grunts, gripping your hips tighter as he slams himself harder, his cock getting in deep. “How long?”
Your words came out of sputters, “F-From….u….until y-y-you st-stopped d….d-drinking….”
“Gods.” He groans, smacking your ass and grabbing them tight as he fucked you nice and hard.
And when you came, you came hard to the point where you only saw white for the past few minutes as your body shook and twitch.
He didn't stop however, in fact he kept going, seemingly not caring about the messes anymore. “I've been dreaming about this cunt….” he reaches to bite at her ear. “Just to find out I've been actually fucking it night after night….mmm fuck.”
You were speaking in gibberish at this point, brain too mushy to properly process his words, overwhelmed by the sheer power of your father's animalistic need for his daughter's sopping and weeping pussy.
“I'm going to fuck you, over and over…” He says with labored breaths. “Until your hole knows every single detail of my cock, even when I'm not inside you.”
“Oh (Name)…” He presses soft and tender kisses onto your neck and chin. “What did I do to be blessed with such a good daughter?”
Despite the brutal fucking, you found yourself smiling warmly.
You love the sound of that.
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