Prologue

Entering he room, Ray tosses his jacket into a nearby chair and comes up behind the Ish. Looking over her shoulder, he sees what she sees and finds that the view is the full-length mirror is in fact stunning. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he tells her. Watching her grow up has been an amazing ride and today he gets to watch her grow old with him. She is going to be headed right down the aisle and right into his arms forever. “I figured that I would slip in here and help you with any jitters you may be feeling.” His hands move up to her shoulders to turn her slowly around to face him.

Zaria is nearly as tall as her father with auburn hair that falls down her back, save for the sides which are shaved to her scalp. Her green eyes flash at the man like the sunlight glinting off the many earrings of her elflike ears. The wedding dress hugs her curves, accenting her soft, almost golden flesh in the areas not covered. The dress is so formfitting that it looks more like it is painted on than worn. Looking her over, Ray could never have guessed that the Ish child would ever grow to be so beautiful, let alone be his. He remembers the day his wife gave birth to her and the day they brought the girl home—it is almost as if it happened yesterday.

“Zaria, I love you so much,” Ray tells her.

The girl nods. “I love you too, Daddy!” she exclaims, moving her arms around his neck to hug him.

The Ish smells wonderful. Ray reaches up, moving his hands to pull her arms down. “I love you, Zaria,” he tells her again. His hands slip to her corseted waist and he pulls her closer to him. Before the girl knows it, he is kissing her and not some fatherly chaste kiss either. He kisses her like a man kissing his future bride. His tongue lightly runs over her lips and Zaria parts them so that he can slip into her mouth. And when the kiss deepens, the girl relaxes in his arms. Her tongue touches his slightly before chasing it back into his mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, Ray gives her a quirky smile. “I know we’re going to have a lot of fun after the wedding, but I just can’t wait to have you again.”

“But Daddy, we don’t have time.” She lowers her voice. “I don’t want to be late to my own wedding.”

Ray notices the hint of color to her face and keeps the hold on her waist. Then she closes the distance between them, and not needing more encouragement, she presses her lips to his and kisses him this time. They get lost in this kiss. Ray feels her arms slip up around his neck again and soon her body is pressed up against his. The man cups his daughter’s face before running down over the top of her dress. Pulling back again, Zaria’s eyes are glazed, her face now fully flushed. Her breath has quickened and so Ray leans in to give another quick kiss. Feeling her reach for him, he chuckles and gives a shake of his head.

“We’ll have to make this quick and there won’t be time for any clean up,” Ray warns, realizing that his eagerness to be back inside his daughter drove him here without really thinking anything out. “You’ll have to marry me all wet.”

“I think I can handle that, Daddy,” she tells him. “What could be better than having your seed in me on my wedding day?”

He puts on that quirky smile again. “I can think of one thing.”

Zaria grins, knowing instantly what he is talking about. “I can’t agree more, Daddy.”

Slowly, Ray watches her turn around. He moves to unzip her dress, and as I folds over he finds that she isn’t wearing a bra. The top of the dress has a corset built into it. He wasn’t there when she picked out the dress because Zaria insisted that it be a surprise on their wedding day. Instead, she took Yesenia, her best friend. Yesenia is an Ish like Zaria, and like all Ish born due to similar circumstances. Ray’s hands move over her front and he begins to grip each firm, fleshy mound. His fingers move to the nipples where he teases them by rolling them between his digits, giving small pinches and tugs. Then he is turning her right back around, his head lowering and taking one into his mouth. He draws it in, nipping it with his teeth. Zaria coos at the exquisite feeling. Ray moves back and forth, not wanting to give one more attention than the other, while wanting to enjoy as much of them as he can before having to move forward in their short time.

Zaria’s hands move to her father’s head to slip through his strands of hair with her fingers. Taking a moment, Ray looks up and sees her watching him with a heated look. She cannot help but make a sound when he takes her nipple in again, pulls it out as far as it will stretch before letting it snap back. He does this to the other breast, eliciting another soft noise from her lips. After a few moments, he pulls back, kissing her again and her response is more welcoming than before.

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