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LDS ch4part3
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In contrast to Logan's expressionless face, Nicholas' was dark. There had been a time when he had vaguely thought that one day his two sons would find their significant others and marry them off, but now? No. Not anymore. Nicholas secretly didn't like what Logan said.
It was really twisted.
His stomach rumbled, like when he eats the wrong food or rides the bus on an empty stomach. A series of unpleasant sensations, especially in his lower abdomen.
The frail middle-aged man was unaware that his eyes were also glowing with jealousy, as greedy as the two mutant sons in full lust. His subconscious mind had envisioned the two male mutants as potential mates ever since they had mated. Nicholas became greedy, even though neither of his sons had said they were leaving.
He tried to dismiss the realization that he wanted them both, that he was acting somewhat obsessively and compulsively, as a normal father's concern. But the sinister desires that welled up within him were not something a father could wish upon his sons. It was more like a s*xualized desire that a female Cordollion might have for a male, with the sole desire to carry her eggs.
There was nothing visibly different about him compared to his sons, so Nicholas still considered himself human. The fact that he didn't look much different than he had before, except for his green eyes with a faint yellowish tint, helped cement that notion. That was not the truth, of course. Nicholas, like his two sons, was mutating into a breeder.
The ignorant breeder masked the fact that he physically desired his sons and controlled his sons' potential mates with paternalistic concern. Unable to face his own desires, Nicholas looked for the source of his discomfort in the wrong place. His denial of the truth made him feel even more confused and offended.
"Would you like something to eat? Or..."
Logan stammered, sitting a little closer to his father. There was nothing more to talk about, so he decided to make some kind of compromise with reality. Although in truth it was hard to resist the erotic scent that had been emanating from his father's body since earlier.
Once they were close enough to hear each other's breathing, Nicholas could feel the pleasant scent and tantalizing warmth of Logan's body. Even though the surface of his son's skin was quite cool, he still felt an unbearable rush of heat when their bodies touched. He could even feel the heat rising from his lower abdomen, which had felt uncomfortably tight just moments before. Nicholas swallowed dryly and looked up at his son.
Logan's face was right there, just a hand's length away.
He still thought it was inappropriate, but the conversations he'd had with Logan so far had made it impossible to pull away. It wasn't as if he'd made a firm commitment to cooperate. Nicholas couldn't shake the feeling that he was being seduced by Logan, a vague feeling that if he left his son unattended or unfettered, he would become the monster he was.
Finding himself in the middle of the chaos, the Breeder spent a few moments debating whether or not to push Logan away. He knew that if he pushed the boy away, he would be pinned down and forced too roughly—he hesitated because he didn't want to see his son hurt him again.
A tingling sensation in Nicholas' lower abdomen.
The flesh sensations from last night's digging were slowly returning, causing the middle-aged man to twitch repeatedly at the now-empty hole.
Nicholas and Logan sat side by side on the couch, naked and unclothed, only the overlapping of their bodies providing a dizzying array of pleasures. Ironically, behind Logan, Nicholas could see the laundry he'd left outside flapping in the breeze.
Nicholas couldn't understand why his son was doing laundry when there was no one to wear it. Maybe the boy was doing it out of habit because it was his routine, or maybe it was the first nice day in a long time and he felt compelled to take advantage of the opportunity to catch up on chores.
Still, doing the laundry was a positive sign. It meant his son still knew how to act like a human being.
Nicholas wondered if giving in to his instincts and going along with the behavior would make him a more vicious animal. Or was it the only thing keeping him sane?
Fear and rationalization fought a constant battle inside Nicholas. It was too short a moment to reserve judgment, and before he could decide what was right or wrong, his son's body odor hit him hard.
Nicholas focused his attention on his son as he came closer and closer, unaware that he had subconsciously decided that he no longer needed his clothes. This mass of pheromones was too close to worry about trivialities.
Seeing that his father wasn't avoiding him, Logan gradually leaned toward the older man. Carefully, he touched Nicholas' shoulders with both hands, feeling the warmth of human body heat on his palms. He liked the sensation of hot skin.
Logan had not noticed it in the rain, but it was obvious in the sun. Not only did he miss the bright sunlight, but his current body literally craved a heat source. To stay warm, mutants had to bask in the sun or mingle with warm-blooded beings.
The warmth of his father's body against his palm made Logan feel warm. He pressed his lips to Nicholas' collarbone, careful not to frighten the vulnerable man, and basked in the warmth.
Nicholas couldn't shake the touch, which was unnerving but pleasantly just the right amount of pressure. He was relieved that his son wasn't lunging at him like some monstrous slave to need, though he knew there was only one end to this act.
Logan rode down his father's shoulders to his forearms, stroking the muscles. His lips descended from his collarbone to his still red and swollen nipple.
"Logan..."
"No?"
Logan, who had taken his father's nipple and surrounding flesh into his mouth and was sucking on it, lifted his head and looked. Nicholas blushed at the question of no, unable to answer. His son's bright eyes reflected a frightened, middle-aged face.
He hadn't shaved, his beard had grown, and he looked tired. The corners of his eyes were still puffy from crying, and the shadows under his eyes were deep. Only Nicholas seemed unaware that a face that looked tired could also look decadent, with a hint of lustful color.
Drawn by the pheromones, Logan's mouth watered at the sight of his father's face. How could he look at a vulnerable middle-aged man and feel a strange sense of conquest?
"Even if you don't want to, you don't have a choice."
"I suppose so."
Nicholas answered his son's question grimly. Whether it was his personal morals or the reality of his situation, he couldn't avoid the relationship with his son. Logan, watching his father's somber expression, pressed a finger firmly against his opposite nipple.
"But you can try to make yourself like this."
"Um... Logan, you realize this isn't about compatibility, right?"
"Well, you can't ignore compatibility, and I'm not doing this to see you sad or unhappy."
On the surface, the words sounded paternalistic, but behind them was a man's desire to satisfy a woman. Logan licked Nicholas' nipple with his thin tongue. He resisted the urge to nibble. Instead, he flicked his tongue carefully over the spot where it had stiffened from the stimulation, as if to soothe it.
The marks of Dustin's teeth around Nicholas' areola were still clearly visible, and it made Logan want to bite and suck on them to erase all traces of his brother. But he knew that acting like an animal would make his fragile father whine, so Logan held back his boiling rivalry.
It would be a while before Dustin returned anyway. The clearing they'd gone to last time was a long way from home. It would take some effort for Dustin to bring back enough food for a family on his own.
Without the distraction of his brother, now was Logan's chance to enjoy his father. Alone. Where Dustin would use his strength to control his father, Logan would use his gentleness as a weapon.
"Ah...ugh, it tickles."
"It tickles?"
Though he didn't duck to avoid his son's tongue and fingers, Nicholas jerked his head back and forth from time to time, biting his lip to keep from making a sound. A subtle tickle continued to rise in both of his plump breasts.
It was really twisted.
His stomach rumbled, like when he eats the wrong food or rides the bus on an empty stomach. A series of unpleasant sensations, especially in his lower abdomen.
The frail middle-aged man was unaware that his eyes were also glowing with jealousy, as greedy as the two mutant sons in full lust. His subconscious mind had envisioned the two male mutants as potential mates ever since they had mated. Nicholas became greedy, even though neither of his sons had said they were leaving.
He tried to dismiss the realization that he wanted them both, that he was acting somewhat obsessively and compulsively, as a normal father's concern. But the sinister desires that welled up within him were not something a father could wish upon his sons. It was more like a s*xualized desire that a female Cordollion might have for a male, with the sole desire to carry her eggs.
There was nothing visibly different about him compared to his sons, so Nicholas still considered himself human. The fact that he didn't look much different than he had before, except for his green eyes with a faint yellowish tint, helped cement that notion. That was not the truth, of course. Nicholas, like his two sons, was mutating into a breeder.
The ignorant breeder masked the fact that he physically desired his sons and controlled his sons' potential mates with paternalistic concern. Unable to face his own desires, Nicholas looked for the source of his discomfort in the wrong place. His denial of the truth made him feel even more confused and offended.
"Would you like something to eat? Or..."
Logan stammered, sitting a little closer to his father. There was nothing more to talk about, so he decided to make some kind of compromise with reality. Although in truth it was hard to resist the erotic scent that had been emanating from his father's body since earlier.
Once they were close enough to hear each other's breathing, Nicholas could feel the pleasant scent and tantalizing warmth of Logan's body. Even though the surface of his son's skin was quite cool, he still felt an unbearable rush of heat when their bodies touched. He could even feel the heat rising from his lower abdomen, which had felt uncomfortably tight just moments before. Nicholas swallowed dryly and looked up at his son.
Logan's face was right there, just a hand's length away.
He still thought it was inappropriate, but the conversations he'd had with Logan so far had made it impossible to pull away. It wasn't as if he'd made a firm commitment to cooperate. Nicholas couldn't shake the feeling that he was being seduced by Logan, a vague feeling that if he left his son unattended or unfettered, he would become the monster he was.
Finding himself in the middle of the chaos, the Breeder spent a few moments debating whether or not to push Logan away. He knew that if he pushed the boy away, he would be pinned down and forced too roughly—he hesitated because he didn't want to see his son hurt him again.
A tingling sensation in Nicholas' lower abdomen.
The flesh sensations from last night's digging were slowly returning, causing the middle-aged man to twitch repeatedly at the now-empty hole.
Nicholas and Logan sat side by side on the couch, naked and unclothed, only the overlapping of their bodies providing a dizzying array of pleasures. Ironically, behind Logan, Nicholas could see the laundry he'd left outside flapping in the breeze.
Nicholas couldn't understand why his son was doing laundry when there was no one to wear it. Maybe the boy was doing it out of habit because it was his routine, or maybe it was the first nice day in a long time and he felt compelled to take advantage of the opportunity to catch up on chores.
Still, doing the laundry was a positive sign. It meant his son still knew how to act like a human being.
Nicholas wondered if giving in to his instincts and going along with the behavior would make him a more vicious animal. Or was it the only thing keeping him sane?
Fear and rationalization fought a constant battle inside Nicholas. It was too short a moment to reserve judgment, and before he could decide what was right or wrong, his son's body odor hit him hard.
Nicholas focused his attention on his son as he came closer and closer, unaware that he had subconsciously decided that he no longer needed his clothes. This mass of pheromones was too close to worry about trivialities.
Seeing that his father wasn't avoiding him, Logan gradually leaned toward the older man. Carefully, he touched Nicholas' shoulders with both hands, feeling the warmth of human body heat on his palms. He liked the sensation of hot skin.
Logan had not noticed it in the rain, but it was obvious in the sun. Not only did he miss the bright sunlight, but his current body literally craved a heat source. To stay warm, mutants had to bask in the sun or mingle with warm-blooded beings.
The warmth of his father's body against his palm made Logan feel warm. He pressed his lips to Nicholas' collarbone, careful not to frighten the vulnerable man, and basked in the warmth.
Nicholas couldn't shake the touch, which was unnerving but pleasantly just the right amount of pressure. He was relieved that his son wasn't lunging at him like some monstrous slave to need, though he knew there was only one end to this act.
Logan rode down his father's shoulders to his forearms, stroking the muscles. His lips descended from his collarbone to his still red and swollen nipple.
"Logan..."
"No?"
Logan, who had taken his father's nipple and surrounding flesh into his mouth and was sucking on it, lifted his head and looked. Nicholas blushed at the question of no, unable to answer. His son's bright eyes reflected a frightened, middle-aged face.
He hadn't shaved, his beard had grown, and he looked tired. The corners of his eyes were still puffy from crying, and the shadows under his eyes were deep. Only Nicholas seemed unaware that a face that looked tired could also look decadent, with a hint of lustful color.
Drawn by the pheromones, Logan's mouth watered at the sight of his father's face. How could he look at a vulnerable middle-aged man and feel a strange sense of conquest?
"Even if you don't want to, you don't have a choice."
"I suppose so."
Nicholas answered his son's question grimly. Whether it was his personal morals or the reality of his situation, he couldn't avoid the relationship with his son. Logan, watching his father's somber expression, pressed a finger firmly against his opposite nipple.
"But you can try to make yourself like this."
"Um... Logan, you realize this isn't about compatibility, right?"
"Well, you can't ignore compatibility, and I'm not doing this to see you sad or unhappy."
On the surface, the words sounded paternalistic, but behind them was a man's desire to satisfy a woman. Logan licked Nicholas' nipple with his thin tongue. He resisted the urge to nibble. Instead, he flicked his tongue carefully over the spot where it had stiffened from the stimulation, as if to soothe it.
The marks of Dustin's teeth around Nicholas' areola were still clearly visible, and it made Logan want to bite and suck on them to erase all traces of his brother. But he knew that acting like an animal would make his fragile father whine, so Logan held back his boiling rivalry.
It would be a while before Dustin returned anyway. The clearing they'd gone to last time was a long way from home. It would take some effort for Dustin to bring back enough food for a family on his own.
Without the distraction of his brother, now was Logan's chance to enjoy his father. Alone. Where Dustin would use his strength to control his father, Logan would use his gentleness as a weapon.
"Ah...ugh, it tickles."
"It tickles?"
Though he didn't duck to avoid his son's tongue and fingers, Nicholas jerked his head back and forth from time to time, biting his lip to keep from making a sound. A subtle tickle continued to rise in both of his plump breasts.
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