Evie and Tom had explored a new trail that day, and it had turned out to be both more exhilarating and more arduous than they had planned. Their meta-planning was solid, however, so they had enough water for the extra effort they spent scrambling across stone escarpments barely made crossable by a rough-hewn trail. Their first reward was a high-altitude marsh, alive with birds and wildflowers, bees buzzing happily, and salamanders bobbing in the water. Their second reward was some unusual and spectacular views, made more dramatic by the onrushing fog. As the long gray skeins of fog rolled in they were met by lances of descending golden sunbeams. From horizon to horizon they saw now other humans, just them. On their way back, the wind whipped hard, trees permanently swept by that current. Both of them knew their bodies, knew they could take this, and though fatigue set in by the time they were on the final switchbacks down to the car, they felt attuned with the day and the challenge. The ride home was full of that deep satisfaction after a day of limits pushed, legs feeling the echoes of the thousands of footsteps.

They stopped for dinner at one of their favorite places, and at home, Tom massaged Evie’s aching legs after he started the bath. His strong hands found the sore places and worked them hard, his eyes searching her face for the guide to where to press next. When her bath was ready, she slipped in gratefully. He stayed as she disrobed and looked at her naked body and as every time he did, he was struck deeply by her beauty.

Evie felt some lust rise in her as the warm waters eased her muscles and her mind, but when she rose from the bath and came to bed a deep, fatigue settled on her. Tom handed her a gummy, and said, “A nice edible so you can sleep off the exhaustion of that hike.” She took it, and settled into the hollow of his body, his arms going around her. His thighs supported the back of hers, and their breathing matched quickly. He kissed the nape of her neck, her ear, and whispered, “Goodnight.’ “Goodnight, Daddy,” she murmured back and then was washed away onto a sea of dreams.

Evie felt like she had been dreaming a long, but somehow restful time before her dream was suffused with a rich golden light, and it was so warm, a perfect bubble of warmth. First she was lying in some hills rich with grass, then the dream changed to her college dorm room, and she felt a blossoming of desire, as she had back then, a coming of her sexual self. She felt pleasure between her long, graceful legs as though she was masturbating, her pussy glowing with pleasure. In typical dreamlike fashion, though, her hands were free, even as her pussy felt those stroking caresses over and over. The dream stayed that way for awhile and then whirled, and she was in another place, with a man, someone she had had a wonderful fuck with years ago and he was filling her again now, and she eagerly pushed back on him, happy to take his cock.

She pushed back again, and felt something push in return. In the dream, now, even with the other man’s cock in her, Daddy’s hands were on her, massaging her thighs again, pleasure from that flowing in her and meeting the flood from her pussy. The pleasure was so intense that the dream began pulling back like heavy curtains, slow to retreat.

The first thing she really realized that was real was his breathing. When she watched their recording of this afterwards, she could pinpoint that moment, when her eyes fluttered but did not open and her face changed in other little ways. She moved against him in a little wave, her body checking into reality. His breathing was steady but loud, impassioned. Her body was being rocked, gently, and the pleasure from the dream was still here. Tom made another movement behind her and she realized the shape of the pleasure inside her: it was Daddy’s cock, filling her. He was behind her, the same position they’d fallen asleep in. His cock was deep in her, and he was sliding it out just an inch and then back in deep. “Hmmm,” she said, trying to speak, “Whatssit?” His smile shone with tenderness as he heard her muzzy voice speaking, and his hands slid up from her hips to her breasts, holding her there as he brought his lips near her ear and said, “Daddy woke up and wanted to use you. All I had to do was slide my cock between your pussylips for a while and you got aroused enough for me to slide in you."

“Um, I,” she said, her voice entering coherence with some effort, “First I thought I was masturbating. Then dreamed of Frank, though he was fucking me. But it was you,” she smiled, and he met the end of that sentence by going balls-deep in her and holding himself there for a long moment. “It was me,” he said, kissing her shoulder as he started to fuck her again, “But I love how many other men have enjoyed this sweet pussy.” His voice got a little hard to understand at the end and she sank under. She floated up again she knew not how long after–watching after, she loved this part, where her eyes were closed, her face moving slightly in the dream, while Daddy fucked her thoroughly and steadily, even as a dreaming soul she was pleasing to him. What called her back to consciousness was his hands on her breasts, tugging on her nipples, the stimulation from them a strong pleasure that lived on its own but also joined the fire in her pussy. “I love your breasts in my hands so much,” Tom’s deep voice growled to her, and the joy of that surpassed the physical. “Fuck me, yes,” she said. She had a tiny moment of thinking there was something else she should say, something cautionary, but it vanished as he started to fuck her a bit harder, and then rolled her onto her stomach and poised himself above her and started to fuck her in long strokes, his bodyweight half on her.

“Oh god this is what I’m made for,” she thought, and heard him chuckle and realized no, she’d said that out loud. “I agree,” he said in that urgent voice, and one of his hands went back to her ass, spreading her, allowing him to get just a tiny bit deeper into her. This was a favorite moment of the recording to revisit afterwards: the way his face moved as he got inside her just that extra amount, the satisfaction of claiming her that much more. And also, the contrast between their bodies, his big body, strapped with muscles, behind her lithe one. The contrasts of their ages so obvious, all their contrasts standing out. Everything about it making this scene so deeply sexual.

“Yes, baby, give me that young pussy. God, it feels so perfect being in you,” he said, his chest against her back as he lay on her, cock deep in her, voice audible in her ears but also through the rumble of it into her body. She tried to push back up and take more but really with his weight pinning her, and sleep still mostly in charge of her body, after a moment she relented and let him just continue to work his cock in and out of her.

“I need this,” he said, “This is exactly what I need.” He put his hands down on either side of her and started rutting into her harder, the sound of it reaching her, the squishing, liquid sound of his fat cock filling her pussy over and over. She was the most awake she’d been now but she could still feel something dragging her consciousness back down on an arc, and knew she’d get sleepy again. “Ugh yes,” she mumbled as his cock curved into her and hit so many good places along the way, “But why’m I sleepy so?”

He kissed her back, “The edible, of course,” he said, “A powerful one. You’re going to be drifting in and out for a while.” That made total sense, and she felt a wave of contentment, even as the feeling of his cock inside her made her feel sheer physical excitement bundled with loving the idea of pleasing him, of being a vehicle for his pleasure. “You fucked me while I was passed out,” she said, sleepy, and he agreed, Yes,” and she said, “Do it again,” and let her mind follow a current of sleepiness and weed into the dreamworld again. In the dream she still knew she was pleasing Daddy, but time tangled on itself and she felt a strange peace.

When she came to he had flipped her again so she was on her back, her thighs spread wide, and that he’d been able to do that while she was still under was wonderful to her. She spread her legs even wider, not putting effort into it but instead letting the utter relaxation she carried from the dream into her body, “Just use me,” she said, “use my naked pussy,” and it’s when she said that that she realized what her mind had tried to tell her before.

His cock was naked. Her pussy was naked. Unprotected. Raw. As Daddy pinned her arms down, one strong hand on each wrist. Her body was full of lassitude. Even if she had truly wanted to protest she couldn’t have, but in this moment the realization had nothing she wanted to resist. “Daddy, you don’t have a condom on,” she said, her voice full of awe, his cock pumping in her suddenly having a new dimension to it, carrying potent seed, “In me bareback,” her eyes focused enough to meet his gaze. She saw many things there, but certainty was foremost among everything, she could tell his dominant mind was made up and that satisfied her on so many levels. “Yes,” he said, simply, “I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.” And as if saying it had changed the tempo, he shifted his pose a little, fucking her with longer strokes, sitting back a bit and looking down to watch himself go in her.

“Daddy’s going to breed me,” she said, dreamily, and he leant forwards and kissed her, his mouth tenderly embracing hers and holding it even as he kept pounding her pussy with his thick cock. He finally released her from the kiss and said, “Yes, my good little slut. I’m going to breed you so fucking hard. There is no way you won’t be knocked up from what I’m going to give you. This is what I feel towards you. It’s the summation of it.”

The words frothed in her mind and she couldn’t formulate a reply with her voice and so she bucked her hips up against him, urging his cock in deeper, she nodded and traced her fingers against his hands where they held her wrists and said “Please, Daddy, give it to me. Give me that seed. I fucking need it so much.”

This is the section, of course, that she watches most often when she plays back the recording. After she said that, Daddy went insane with lust, slamming his cock into her and knocking the breath out of her, cursing, saying her name, telling her to take it, his powerful muscular body sending his cock ramming into her over and over until at the end of that tsunami of violent need he shouted a pure shout of peak joy. “Yes!” a word of conquest and gift, of achievement, as his cock throbbed hotly inside her and he poured his cum into her fertile body, as Daddy gave it all to her, everything he had, gave her his lifeforce to join with hers.

He collapsed on top of her afterwards, her pussy so full she could feel it leak out around him. His breath was ragged and long. She caressed his back, soothed his animal self,, her legs still so wide and trembling. ‘Yes, Daddy. Yes, Tom. I’m full of you.” And sleep claimed her again then, like the turning of a day, like a season passing, a change in the world with Daddy’s potent seed filling her but everything feeling absolutely right. A progression.