Slave to Sex

Chapter 8

Splash

She snorted awake and almost rolled off the cloud, if not for a strong tail across her barrel. She blinked her bleary eyes and swallowed dry air into her parched throat. She felt him move and he looked back at her with a compassionate smile. “She avakes, are you well rested?”

With a small shiver, she nodded. “Thirsty, Papa.”

He let her go and turned to nuzzle her. “Let’s go to the lake and get some food, ja?”

She nodded slightly and moved to climb onto his back when he stopped her by grabbing her left wing. She grinned and leapt over the cloud’s edge, leaving a shocked gryphon perched on a cloud.

“Sapphire?!” He dove through the cloud and opened his wings, stopping suddenly when he saw her spiraling in a controlled dive. He fell straight down, just outside her flight path and landed before she did.

“You scared your Papa, schatzi Sapphire, and you know you shouldn't do such.”

“Yeah, but it's fun!”

He felt a small burn of anger at her attitude, then let it go when she passed and plodded into the lake to her knees, lay down, and rolled around.

She drank some turbid water and was crawling deeper when he stepped beside her and cleared his throat in a way she knew preceded him asking something if was uncomfortable with.

“Yes, Papa?”

“I was vondering, schatzi Sapphire… what does it mean, ‘spit roast?’”

A blush crossed her muzzle to her cheeks and she stopped. “Uhm, what do you mean? Oh, means like spit on food, or maybe, uh, like barbecue?”

He shook his head, knowing she was deflecting. “Um den heißen brei herumreden,” he said flatly.

“I’m not! I’m just… are you sure you want to know? Very well, it is when… um,” she took his teachings into account as she looked up to the gryphon. “It’s when a stallion puts his,” she pointed under his body and he quickly lowered into the water knowing what she was implying, “in my mouth and another puts it under my tail, either hole; or both.”

His beak opened slightly as his mind envisioned being with his lost love and another male she’d liked, then he was pulled back to the moment by Sapphire moving in his vision, standing up and hopping in the water.

“I remember,” she giggled to herself, “I once had three stallions and two mares on me,” she blushed, “it was fun,” she shrugged her wings, both still dripping water, “you should try it someday,” she gave him a sardonic look when his feathers bristled, “not with me, Papa. That’d be weird, you’re like my real Papa and I couldn’t do that with... him,” she trailed off and a snap of his talons distracted her before she entered another fugue state.

“Schatzi Sapphire, pay attention to where you are. You cannot have an episode while flying or you vill crash, and not all crashes can be walked off, ja,?”

She blinked and nodded. “I understand, but Papa,” she whimpered and he looked down into her puppy dog eyes and couldn’t help but feel the desire to give her practically anything she wanted. “Ja-”

She used her wings to splash him in alternating strokes and laughed as he lunged over her in an attempt to tackle that left him vertical for a split second with his beak in the silt and mud under the water. Sapphire laughed and fell over barely avoiding breathing in water herself when he righted himself and looked at her with a mud covered head.

“That was funny!”

He blinked muddy eyes at her and chuckled. “I love to hear that laugh!” he tackled her into the water and they rolled over and over, her on top just by chance because he allowed it. Out of habit she ground herself against his belly without realizing and he distracted her by using his wings to splash her with water.

She looked down at him, water cascading from her wet mane, down the contours of her face, and from her wings sent the spark of an indecent thought through his mind and he held his breath then plunged his head underwater. He could hear her speaking faintly as a deep mumble, then she was shaking him, then she was tugging at his shoulder feathers.

He lifted his head from the water and saw her pulling him to shore, slowly through the shallow waters. He chose that moment to roar into her face sending her screaming and toppling over herself, scrambling backwards, and hiding in the nearby bushes in as much time as it took him to roll to his paws and the echo to return.

“Schatzi Sapphire? Whatever happened? I thought you were nein scared by Papa,” he tilted his head sideways and watched the bush that trembled slightly. A deep blue foreleg moved out of the bush, followed by a snout, then a pair of eyes that melted Gerald’s heart and made him regret not being her father from birth, showering her with everything anyone would need and more, just to stop the sad face.

He leapt and glided to her, scooped her into a gentle, firm hug, and made a noise akin to a pigeons coo. “Mien schatzi Sapphire, I am so sorry, so very sorry. I did not think you would be so afraid,” he nuzzled her and moved her to an arms length and felt only what a father can feel when a baby is about to cry.

Her bottom lip was out, her eyes were trembling as they darted around his face, her nose was a little runny, then it happened. The moment he didn’t want to experience again; she cried.

This time, however, she punched him in the chest as he pulled her back into a hug. “Don’t do that, Papa. I never was so scared in my life. I couldn’t think either. I forgot everything and left you alone,” she used her forelegs to weakly strike him, “where you might have been something’s dinner or hurt, even.”

She wept quietly and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into him, then backed away. “Papa?”

“Ja, schatzi Sapphire?”

She blinked at him and cocked her head, a smile turned into a toothy grin. “Tag, you’re it!”

“Bah!” he exaggerated a stumbled backwards when her wings opened and flapped at him, sending her flying backwards over the lake where she turned properly and flapped again, taking to the skies, laughing as he chased her in one of her favorite exercise routines, even if she didn’t know that’s what it was. For the moment, everything was right in their lives. A father and daughter, playing and having fun; just as it should be in their world.