The bear, being at a bout 6'2'', sat in his chair before his computer, focused heavily on the game before him, unaware of most of his surroundings outside the game. He listened intently to his headset for any calls from his teammates and any sounds from his enemies such as reloading, scoping in, moving around, or switching weapons. He was really good at hearing even the small shuffle of someone bringing their rifle to their cheek to look down the site or the tiny click of someone zooming in with a sniper rifle. Outside the game world though he was absolutely oblivious to anything such as the empty soda can that fell off his desk into the empty 12 pack box he used as a temporary trash can beside his desk. In the other room would be a cub, his daughter, doing whatever she was up to while he minded his own.
Kira sat on her laptop, the one she'd finally managed to convince her father she needed. She was meant to be catching up on her school work, but she was homeschooled and slacking off wasn't really unheard of. The young bear was a bit of a brat. Her mother had left when she was very young and her father had taken responsibility for her. But even still, whenever her mother came around, she spoiled the girl, and it made for a rough life with her father when her mother would never tell her no. It didn't help that she used their rocky relationship against her father, either. She was a bit of a terror as she came up on her teenage years, and her age was definitely going to her head. She had started to fill out a bit, as well; her hips widened, exaggerated by her short stature at 4'0" exactly, though her chest remained small as it had just started to develop slightly. And that certainly didn't make her anymore easy to handle. She knew that she was starting to enter the age of budding womanhood, though she still didn't understand quite what that meant.
Currently, though, Kira was getting into territory she probably shouldn't be getting into. Her father hadn't really set up boundaries or limitations on her computer, and she'd somehow found her way into a pornographic chat room. She'd been chatting with a few guys over the past couple of hours and things were starting to get intense. One guy in particular asked if she had a webcam, and she did. Innocently enough, she'd turned it on when he asked. But he'd begun asking strange things of her. Tentatively, she glanced into the other room. Her father seemed pretty engrossed in what she was doing, so she set her laptop onto the coffee table and sat back. With a bit of hesitation, she cued up the youtube link to a song the guy had sent her and started to take her clothes—a simple white cotton t-shirt and some shorts for lounging around the house—off to the beat of the song. She wasn't stupid, she knew what she was doing. Mostly. She was curious. About her own body, and about her ability to entice males. Besides, he had said he was only nineteen, anyway. That was only seven years older than her. It wouldn't be that bad, right?
Eric put his headphones down, the game over and he not really wanting to hear the salt and whining of adolescents screaming about how he was cheating for knowing their locations due to their clumsy movements and loud actions or the incoherent ranting of Russians right in his ear. It was at this moment that the bear noticed the music coming from the living room. He peeked out and his eyes shot wide open once he saw what his daughter was doing, and then he noticed the little red light near her webcam from the laptop. He grabbed a black USB, a rubber ducky he used every now and then to mess with people and plugged it into the back of his router. Not only scrambling the internet, causing it to shut down and jam, but recording attached IPs, MACs, and VPN addresses of anyone on the channel or communicating with it.
He stormed from his room and, making noise on purpose, moved towards his half dressed daughter, ripping the laptop from the table and throwing it to the nearby love seat, the toss closing the device, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled. Eric rarely yelled, it was always a calm searing voice whenever he was angry. "Where's your clothes?" he demanded, knowing full what what she was doing and where her clothing was, "Do you have any idea how much trouble you can bring to this house?" He pointed towards a tall gun safe in the corner, "I do NOT want to have to use those for anything besides hunting, so don't you go prancing about naked for older men who WILL come hunting you down and WILL come kicking in my door to take you."
That was her father's problem, always blowing things out like any small public mistake would have the world coming down on him. Things didn't get better after the divorce either, her mother didn't really have visitation rights at all, he barred her from a lot of things and she used this more so like black mail against him, knowing how he blew things up, afraid of being judged by everyone else negatively.
The adolescent bear, being wrapped up entirely in herself, hadn't noticed her father's approach. Truthfully, she hadn't expected him to even peek away from his computer for at least another hour. That was the problem with adolescents—they didn't quite think things through. So her father's sudden appearance came as a complete shock to Kira. She let out a little screech as she threw herself back into the couch she was sitting in and cupped her hands over her exposed breasts. She had only managed to get her shirt off, so far, and now she was incredibly thankful for that.
"What the hell are you doing, dad?!" It wasn't exactly a smart thing to say. She'd never used curse words in front of her father, but she was caught off guard and exposed, and it was a knee-jerk reaction. "Why do you have to invade my privacy? Aren't you supposed to be busy with your stupid online video games anyway? Can't you just let me live my life!" The bear's volume was raising at this point, and she knew, in the back of her mind, that that would just get her in more trouble. But she was flush with embarrassment and anger—at herself and her father—that she couldn't really manage to stop herself.
Eric grabbed the laptop and opened it back up, looking into the camera sternly, "Ye better get a new home and computer withing the next hour, boy, this is your knock," He said before disconnecting the call, referring to a no-knock raid which was a common occurrence for pedophilia busts.
The bear looked over sternly at the girl, "You hadn't a single clue how much danger you had us in, did you?" he turned to face her, throwing one of the throw blankets onto her to cover up with, "Just what were your goals? What did you expect to get out of it, hm?" He put her on the spot to explain herself, cooling down now while used the computer to relay the information on the incident to the police in the man's area via email, feeling much more in control of the situation now helped him relax.
She watched her dad with narrowed eyes and folded arms. She'd wrapped the throw blanket around herself, and just huffed at him, at first, when he spoke. What were her goals there? She clenched and unclenched her jaw for a minute or two before coming to an answer.
"He said I was pretty. I wanted to feel pretty. I've never even been on a date, dad! You hardly let me go out of the house, let alone hang out with boys." She seemed to become more and more desperate as she spoke, her words just spilling out of her mouth before she could even process them. At the climax of her words, she seemed to just shut off and clam up, huffing again and resettling herself on the couch further away from him. "Can I just go to my room now, please? And can I have my computer back? I need to finish some school work." She refused to meet his eyes again.
He waited for her to stop before sitting down beside her, "Nothing... you reacted on instinct and the words of an older man who wanted to see an underage girl, get her name, her address, and then come over and take you away to do whatever he wanted to do with you. In most cases like that those men kill the girls or rape them to death and then hide the body away where no one will find it." he put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her close to him, "The first person they'd blame is me, since I'm supposed to protect you and I didn't. People will always go for the easiest solution instead of the right one, and blaming the single father for the disappearance of his daughter would be easier than finding her, much less, her kidnapper."
The bear ran his hand through her hair, "I'm keeping your laptop for a week, I'll have to set up restrictions and firewalls for you, since it was so easy for you to find a sight with people like that frequenting it." He stood up and left his paw on her head, a soft blush crossing his face, "I'm not going to confine you to your room, that's pointless, you already know you fucked up and that you're in trouble, you can have your laptop back next week, homework can wait or it can be done with ME."
Kira was rigid and stiff against her father's affections. She was getting to the age of defiance and she didn't really warm to her father's affections anymore. She was still all huffs and pouts, and it seemed she all but ignored what he'd said, hearing only that she wasn't getting her computer back for a week and that he'd be restricting what she would be able to do. She rolled her eyes with a 'whatever dad.'
As soon as he had left the couch, she stormed up to her room and slammed the door. She wiggled out of her shorts, and pulled an oversized t-shirt over her head. Shaking her hair out, she collapsed into her bed. For a while she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, slowly becoming more and more bored. After what felt like eternity, but what was only ten minutes or so, she got up and began to go through her things looking for something to do. Though, of course, she was not in a good mood. In effect, she was just throwing things around her room in an effort to make as much noise as possible. It took about an hour of that before she tired herself out and collapsed into bed again, drifting to fitful sleep soon after.
The bear rolled his eyes as he could definitely hear her tossing things about. He knew the day she would want to learn more about sex would come. Perhaps it was wrong to try and shelter her from it for so long. He stood up and closed the laptop, which he'd just finished installing a block on it called K9. He took the computer back to her, feeling mostly responsible for her actions. He opened the door and looked inside, seeing that she was laying on her bed. He put the laptop on her nightstand and moved over to sit on the bed, rubbing her back gently, "Hey, Kira... I'm sorry I got mad at you... I know I don't let you get involved romantically with anyone. I guess I didn't see what that was gonna do to your self-esteem if you needed to do something as low as a cam show just to feel pretty." He looked over her, not knowing if she was asleep or not. She was absolutely adorable, with that little bear pudge she had on her all the time, the oversized tee shirt he knew she stole from him, and how innocent she looked asleep, a little bit of pout still on her lips.
He blushed a bit and kissed her cheek, noticing she was asleep, he smiled at her and kissed her again, resting a paw on her hips. He slowly started to get absorbed into her, getting carried away with how much he really did adore and love her, kissing her on the lips softly as he rolled her over slowly. He sat up and bit his lip, sliding down with a shuffle and sliding his nose up between her legs, finding his snout buried against her panties and into her pussy, hesitantly at first licking over them, peaking up over her to see if she was about to wake up or not. He wasn't totally focused and had yet to realize the scope of his actions, behaving on impulse and instinct like she was before with the webcam show.
Something about the seemingly nice things the guy online was saying to her had mixed with what her father had been so irate about. Kira wasn't old enough, or experienced enough, to know exactly what sex was or what it entailed, but as she got more curious online, things started to form a picture. Apparently, her unconscious brain had gotten it sorted out a little faster. As Kira drifted into a deep sleep, she began to dream. There was a man, but who he was seemed foggy and clouded. He touched her in places, kissing her and caressing her. She never reacted much, but she let him do these things. He seemed happy to be able to do what he wanted with her.
And soon, the dream would have its own effects in reality. As Kira's mind was seduced for the first time, her body reacted accordingly. In combination with the physical touch from her father, as his snout nuzzled between her legs, the dream had sparked something in Kira's body's natural instincts. Before too long, her musk became apparent, and the outside of her panties began to show evidence of the wetness growing just beneath.
The feminine, girly musk of his daughter excited him further. He bit his lip and pulled her panties off, "Mmm... it seems you like this~" he teased and slid his tongue over her pussy before sliding up to kiss her again. This was all so naughty.
He slid back down to lick at her pussy and spread her legs more, sliding his tongue in a little with each lick, slowing to a stop as he realized what he was doing and with who, putting her panties on slowly before kissing her cheek, sitting beside her, "Kira..." he whispered, trying to wake her up after he hid any evidence of his previous actions. He knew she'd wake up if he kept it up, he'd rather her want to than to wake up and not want it and then get in the same trouble he got the other man in. "Kira, honey, wake up."
Kira thought she heard her name, but the man she was with didn't seem to be speaking. She ignored it, but it came again. Louder and more insistent. And before she knew it, the girl was blinking herself awake.
It was dark, she must have fallen asleep. It took a moment for her to really realize what was going on around her. Someone was sitting on her bed. She moved over a bit, away from them, and then realized it was her father.
"Hey daddy," her voice was soft, and low; she looked up at him with a sleepy smile spreading onto her face. Still half asleep, she seemed to forget all about the fight they had had earlier. The bear had regressed a bit, back to her younger self. Quiet, well behaved, curious. The girl interested in boys and sex seemed to have disappear, in a sense. She was just a sweet little girl who still thought her dad was a superhero who could protect her from anything.
Eric smiled and pulled his little girl close, "Hey I just wanted to apologize for being so tough on you, you're a good girl." He kissed her cheek and snuggled her close, "If you really want to know about that kind of stuff you can always ask your father, I'd be happy to teach you about it." He nuzzled the top of her head and kept holding on to her, "I brought your computer back but those adult sites are still password locked, okay?"
He lit a candle and ran his paw through her deep brown hair, smiling over her, "In fact, your dad wants to play a little game to teach you about it real quick if you'd like?" He slid his paws to her hips and held her close, loving how quiet and meek she was being at this very moment. He didn't want to be outright lewd about what he was going to do and wanted to get her to agree to be his nasty little plaything for the night. Being without a wife did make him quite lonely and she was already interested in sex with older men.
She blinked a bit, trying to adjust to the low light of the candle and the words her father was saying. She rubbed at her eyes and pressed her head against his hand to soak up the attention he was giving her by petting her hair. She let out a soft moan. It was innocent, and only out of enjoyment, but given the situation, it certainly seemed to portray more than just that innocent enjoyment of the affection her father was giving her.
"Okay, daddy. I like games..." Kira was quiet still, unsure about what was going on. But curious and trusting in her father. She smiled at him tentatively, and fiddled with her hands in her lap.
He smiled and took a small cloth holding her paws together in front of her as he wrapped the cloth around her wrists, tying them together, "You're such a good girl..." he kissed her cheek, "I love you, Kira." He smiled and nuzzled into her, "Now this game might feel a little weird at first, but trust daddy, okay?" He giggled to her and slid down between her legs once more, looking up at her as he kissed between her thighs gently.
Kira was a bit confused at what her father was doing, but she trusted him... And so she just did as he said, placing her wrists together willingly and not protesting much when he tied them together.
"I-I trust you daddy..." The little bear stuttered a bit. Maybe because of the sleepiness still present, and maybe because of the nervousness that her father sliding between her legs caused. The kisses were gentle, though, and she simply nodded at him and seemed to relax into the bed around her a bit.
He smiled and pulled her panties off slowly at first, getting them to her knees before yanking them off. Eric slid between the cub's legs again licking at her little slit, "Mmm... you taste very good, dear~" He smiled up at her and kept licking, rubbing his nose against her clit a little as he pushed against her pussy with his wide, fat tongue, easily having 6 inches of tongue he could push out past his lips and into hers.
Kira gasped and began to squirm. The feeling was out of this world. She had touched herself before, but never anything serious. And she was naive to what really touching herself could yield.
"Da-daddy, wh-what are you doing?" Her voice was shaky and soft as she squirmed underneath her father's tongue. She was damp before, but the natural physical reactions of her body caused her to slowly and steadily begin to leak liquid arousal to coat her father's thick tongue. She struggled against the binds on her wrists, not really sure what she wanted to grip, or what she would do with her hands if she was able to break free of them. Her hips wiggled a bit, not sure whether to squirm away from the attention to her young, tight cunt, or press into it. Her breath became heavily, turning quickly to a soft pant as perspiration began to coat her body.
He murrs and slides his tongue inside her, lapping at her hole nice and deep, "Mmmm... I'm getting you ready, honey... would you like to help get daddy ready?" He pulled his shorts down, showing off to her his large cock and balls, his hard rod easily 9 inches long and at LEAST 2 inches thick, the skin black and smooth looking, no sheath in sight on the bear, just a sudden cut off of fur to flesh, the only thing on him not black was his pink tongue, otherwise his paw pads, nipples, anus, and cock were black.
Kira had never seen a cock before. She'd heard some guys in the chat rooms talk about their cocks, but she wasn't sure what to expect. It seemed to spark some sort of fear in the girl. She began to squirm away a bit, uncertain of what her father was talking about.
"What do you mean, daddy? I... I don't know what to do with that. Daddy... please..." Her voice was trembling. With uncertainty, fear, even arousal. She seemed conflicted still, but scared of her own internal conflict.
He slid up onto the bed, moving her so she sat on his face, facing towards his feet, licking faster and deeper into her, "Mmmmff... Just suck on it a little, lick it, stroke it, go ahead and play with papa bear's cock~" He chuckled, "You might just start to like it~" He teased her, licking at her clit a little as he rolled the tip of his tongue in circles around it, flicking at it a bit as he guided her small paws to his mighty tool, the dick throbbing a little as it swelled all for her.
The movement was awkward, but as soon as she was straddling his face, her body began to take over. Her hips wiggled and she began to grind on his face. She didn't know what she was doing, but her body seemed to adjust naturally.
Tentatively, she gripped his standing-at-attention cock. It was awkward, as well, her wrists were still bound, and so she was forced to use both hands to stroke the length of his cock up and down. She explored the shape, tracing the head and feeling the soft, smooth skin under her petite paws. With a bit of hesitation, she leaned over and lapped her tongue at the head of his cock. It was salty and she was immediately embarrassed and ashamed, she backed off. Only to gasp again as the movement caused her father's tongue to hit a particularly sensitive part of her dripping wet cunt. "Oh daddy..." She moaned out and began to rock her hips again, feeling tension mounting in her little body.
He LOVED her moans and little whispers, leaking precum immediately, "Ahh... don't be shy, honey, put your mouth all over my cock~" he panted and licked more, wanting to taste her little quivering orgasm.