Author’s Note

This is the 3K+ final chapter of the novella of the same name. Father and daughter in a divorce rebound femdom relationship have reached the limit of what is emotionally healthy for them to explore. The four powerful forces of incest, romance, dominance and submission, and non-consent are threatening to hurt them both. So the daughter, who is the partner in control and the one still most attached to reality, decides it is time to call it quits. Even as she dreads she is gonna hurt her father, and herself, in the process of doing so. But for half a year the Goddess-slave relationship has been building up. The extreme lust and devotion, and the addiction to the taste of being the object of such extreme lust and devotion. And it is unlikely the lust birds will get off scot-free. The previous chapters were all femdom or fetish driven in varying degrees. Though the femdom and fetish context remains, this last chapter is more a tragic romance. If you have read this far you probably want to know how do August and Jonathan end. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 6-Final

August and Jonathan had a short restless night in their hotel room during their city weekend escapade. But in the end, August was happy her miscalculation did not end up costing them more. That blowing past her father’s hard cuckoldry limits, did not end up in irreparable tragedy. Regardless, she felt that the femdom games were done for the weekend, and that the most loving version of her father’s vanilla girlfriend is what she needed to be for the rest, while she kept a very close eye on her father and made sure he was ok. So after getting up, they had breakfast, checked out, and left for a couple of more tourist activities before they drove back home.

August and Jonathan took a river boat tour that left from very near their hotel, and provided excellent views of many of the monuments and other city landmarks. August even sat on her father’s lap, and hung onto his neck with her arms, through much of it. Even if she wondered the extended public display of the affection was a little much, even for a presumably typical pair of vanilla lovebirds.

Once that was done they drove a little west upriver, just outside the official city limits but well within the suburban area, and took a very short hike to a spectacular waterfall that marked the end of the piedmont, and the beginning of the coastal lowlands, this part of the country. And while they looked at the turbulent but at the same time peaceful spray of water from a viewing platform on the side of the river, August cuddled between Jonathan’s arms, and wrapped herself in them. Father and daughter in one of their most romantic and extended embraces of their incestuous relationship. While August reflected how much she loved him, how much he loved her back, but that they were beginning to hurt each other, and that that, just could not be.

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Over the next month August agonized endlessly about her relationship with her father and lover. It was even affecting her college and her sleep, but no matter how hard and for how long she wondered about it she could only discover one logical next step, and that was to end it. Even more than that, they would have to take a break from seeing each other, from talking to each other even, in any capacity. Because they were in it too deep, and it would be impossible to discover themselves again otherwise. And she hated that solution, because it was gonna hurt both of them, particular Jonathan who she felt she was gonna leave more empty than she had found him that fateful Saturday half a year ago. And she hated herself for it. For taking him, and herself down that path. But she really saw no other way. So for a month she sort of avoided communicating with him. And when their usual fifth weekend or so get together was coming up, she did not tell her father to prepare for any trip. Only that she would be there to talk with him at noon.

In her two hour drive west along highway 85, August even cried alone in her car. She had no suitcase this time, but in her pocket she constantly touched the key to Jonathan’s chastity cage even as she drove.

When she finally made it to her father’s house, rang his doorbell, and let herself in with her key, she found that Jonathan had prepared himself a small weekend suitcase and that it waited on the entrance hall. August’s heart broke.

“Hi August.”

Said Jonathan, as puppy dog as ever.

“You gave me no indication where we were going, so I packed a little bit for everything. Beach, mountain, city, I can make do if needed.”

Oh, god! Wondered August. Please no!

“Hi Jonathan. I am sorry, but we need to talk.”

She said. Making her way to one of her father’s living room couches. And.

“Oh. Ok.”

He answered, while August paused for a minute to compose herself.

“Jonathan. I need you to come over here, pull your pants down, and kneel.”

And Jonathan actually smiled, thinking August was about to begin in some femdom game. Oh, god! Please, do not make this so hard! Wondered August as she read her father’s mind.

Jonathan did as he instructed, as he presented himself, like a good chastity slave, to his Mistress. While August, looking to his caged manhood, rather than his eyes, pulled the key from her pocket, slid it into the padlock, and turning it, unlocked her father from it. Moreover, she unthreaded the padlock from the cock-cage connector pin. And having put the padlock on a side table, proceeded to take the rest of the cock-cage aside with her hands, until her father was in chastity no more. Then she looked into his eyes.

“Jonathan… I came to do this in person, and to tell you in person that… –I am sorry, it is best if I get to the point–… We have to stop. This has to end. And we have to take a break from seeing each other.”

And with a knot on her throat August waited for her father to say something. But for a minute Jonathan gave his daughter a blank expression. Did not move. Or say a word. Just stayed rooted, still on his knees with his pants around his ankles before his daughter. Then, as if he had not heard a word, smiling again, he said.

“August. I actually bought you something I want you to have. And maybe wear?”

And reaching for a pocket of the pair of pants that were around his ankles, Jonathan pulled out a very small velvet jewelry gift box, and with trembling hands handed it to his daughter.

“I love you, August.”

He said. And August wondered. You got to be kidding me! He is gone off the deep end this time! Certifiably insane! And her heart tore in two again, at the position her father was putting her in.

“Jonathan. As I have said before. I love you too. And I know you love me. But you are not well. You are lost. And I am so, so,so sorry for my part in that. I never meant to hurt you. I am truly so, so, so sorry. You are making me cry. But you know you cannot give that to me. And you know I cannot take it from you.”

“But August, you have not even opened it yet!”

Protested Jonathan, with some tears in his eyes.

“I do not have to. I know what is inside it. And you have to take it back.”

Indeed August knew it could, plausibly, be a pair of earrings. Or a maybe a small bracelet. Too small for a necklace. Some other plausibly innocent father-daughter gift perhaps. But she knew it was not. Most likely it was a ring. And if she knew her father, and what he wondered and loved about her, she could even guess it most likely sported a big blue sapphire, rather than a diamond, as its centerpiece. Either way, she was not gonna even touch it. She had accepted many gifts from her father these last few months. She was not gonna accept this one.

“Jonathan, I am not the Goddess you think I am. And I am certainly not your Goddess.”

Added August with tears in her eyes.

“August, you most certainly are a Goddess. And you most definitely are my Goddess.”

Then answered Jonathan, who also with tears, moved down to kiss August’s knee.

Indeed that day, August was wearing a white summer dress, and a pair of wedge sandals, that she had worn for her father on their beach vacation. The same ensemble she had worn for their romantic dinner for two. The same ensemble she had worn to reject and dash his hope of consummating their sexual relationship that night. And it did leave her exposed from just above the knee to her feet. And though she was not rough, nor did she say anything, as her father moved to her knee August did hold on to his head to slow down, and restrict, his movement. “Easy there, Jonathan!” Is what she wondered of his move.

But Jonathan was not deterred. And slowly, lovingly, full of devotion, a lot like he had once worshiped her feet, he planted small, slowly creeping, devoted kiss, after small, slowly creeping, devoted kiss on his daughter’s leg as he crept up her thigh. Jonathan did not even look up to August, but again was in a tunnel vision state, in complete adoration of August’s thigh. Letting his face, rather than his hand, as stealthily as he could, push August’s hem up as he went.

“Jonathan… please…”

Did beg August eventually. She wanted her father to decide to stop. But she could not bring herself to ask him to stop. Not to mention begging was totally out of character to the relationship they had had for a half year. A relationship she had come this day to end.

“Jonathan. Please. I said. You are making this difficult.”

And Jonathan did take a couple of pauses between kisses to look up at his daughter, from being on his knees between her increasingly parted thighs to ask.

“August, “please” what?”

“Jonathan. Please.”

Is all August repeated. If August asked “stop”, Jonathan had no doubt he would do it. But he was not gonna spell it out for her, because he absolutely did not want her to ask him to stop!

And Jonathan continued kissing his way up the inside of August’s thigh.

Oh god! Wondered August. If he is trying to convince me I am a Goddess, his Goddess, he is doing a good job of it! The prick! The asshole!

And Jonathan continued kissing his way up the slim long legged blonde’s thigh. Till he ran out of runway. Her hem all the way up to her hips, and a pair of panties impeding further progress. And then Jonathan did slide each of his hands up the outside of each of August’s thighs. Threading them under her dress. And when he got to her hips, simultaneously lifting her up slightly, and pulling her panties, he slid those later off all the way down her legs and out.

“Uuhhumm!”

Went August at that, as she laid thighs parted, pantyless before her father. And added.

“You are an asshole!”

But did not physically or verbally push back further than that. Then Jonathan moved in deep between her thighs, and then is when the true devotion started.

Oh my god! Wondered August. As Jonathan’s first kissed his facial lips to her nether lips. Kissed her nub. Then started licking between each of her folds, as he periodically stopped to kiss her nub again. You prick! Your asshole! I hate you! She wondered silently as her pleasure began to rise like a preheating oven. There was so much devotion in Jonathan’s worship! The prick had half a year worth of boundless devotion to give, and he was spending it all with abandon. She still held onto his head. And on occasion took handfuls of his hair in hand. But she was not moving to shove the 40 year old man’s head between her thighs away. Fine! She wondered. If he needs this, let him have it. Get it out of his system! It would only make him heal quicker if he did not think of her as the one that got away. She only had to stay there, thighs parted, and let him do what he needed to do.

Jonathan wondered August was super soft, and super sweet. He had never tasted a woman as sweet, in fact. August’s mother, Skylar, was close, but like so many other comparisons between mother and daughter, the mother seemed to pale in comparison. He did recall that Skylar was all the time sweeter during ovulation, and he, very, very briefly, thought whether August was currently ovulating too. But that wondered was forgotten as he moved on to thinking, he had to show her she was a Goddess, she was his Goddess. And that “breaking up” was a stupid, hurtful, wasteful idea. Until.

“Ihm!”

Eventually yelped mutedly August, all but ripping a clump of hair off Jonathan’s scalp, as an orgasmic wave travelled all the way from her vagina, out through the rest of the body.

“Ihm, ihm, ihm!”

Yelped mutedly a little more August, till she gained enough composure to repeat to Jonathan.

“You asshole! You prick!”

While she let go of his head and scalp finally, relaxed her legs further open, and throwing her head back, just settled in to relax to let him continue doing what he was doing.

Jonathan was in heaven. He had wanted to do what he was doing for so long. And August’s thin long thighs around his face was the most comfortable place he had ever been. She smelled divine. She tasted divine. How could she say she was not a Goddess? And he felt if this Goddess severed the umbilical cord that bound him to her the trauma would be intense. An agony and anguish he did not even want to think about, let alone face. She could not break up with him. She could not force him to take some time aside. And he put all his soul into giving her intense pleasure.

“Ihm!”

Went another muted, high pitch yelp from August. Another orgasm that exploded from her vagina outward. This was gonna be so hard! She wondered after a minute of bringing herself back together. Incest, romance, dominance and submission, and non-consent were too much for a single couple to handle. And it really could never work. It was never meant too. It was just meant to be a low key, short term thing. But she had not counted with the slippery slope of intense sexual emotional commitment. And they were both neck deep in the quagmire before they even realized. Wondered August, as the time seemed to stretch and stand still in the moment of intimacy between her and her father.

“Ihm!”

“Enough! Jonathan!”

She finally said to her father after her third orgasm, as he lifted his face from between her thighs. Face wet with her nectar. But Jonathan did not stop moving. Slowly, like in slow motion almost, he almost picked her up in his arms, as he then proceeded to lay her lengthwise on the couch that up till now she sat and leaned on.

“Jonathan…”

“August.”

“Jonathan. Do not make this harder.”

August whispered a protest as Jonathan took his place over her and between her legs. August could now feel him. So close. Hard and moist and ready. She felt panic. It was not the first time she had felt his body above her. But it was the first time he was fully armed and she was fully unarmored. And she could tell Jonathan was not thinking. At this moment, she knew he was acting on a need to claim her. And she knew she could stop it, with the right words. But she wanted him to do it of his own initiative. She did not want to be responsible for saying the words.

“Oh! Jonathan…”

She finally said when her father penetrated her. He started slow. It was one thrust every ten seconds at first.

“Uugh.”

August vocalized at the first thrust.

“Uugh.”

After the second.

“Uugh…uugh…”

As they started, slowly, getting faster. And she wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s back. And at times her legs around his waist, only to let them drop to the couch, and then pick them up again. About then is when August, like her father above her, stopped thinking. And dedicated herself 100% to feeling the love of the man that was making love to her. Her father had months ago been past practical consideration with regards to her. Finally August was too.

Except August must have kept a small corner of defiance somewhere. Because when Jonathan tried to kiss her as he made love to her, August turned her face away. First one side, then another, as her lips ran from his. They had kissed before, but it was like August was now saying “fine, you are taking what you are taking, but you can’t have it all!” Till her face stopped running from his and she relented that too. So they kissed right before her father exploded into her.

“Ihm, ihm, ihm!”

Went August again. And the couple stopped.

There was a minute of postcoital peace between them, till Jonathan finally, after all these months, finally experienced a moment of post nut clarity.

“Oh! August! I am sorry!”

“Shut up Jonathan! You did it, you own it.”

“August! Do I…need to…”

Started Jonathan. Only to be interrupted by August.

“Get me something to take? I will take care of it, and do not ask me again.”

“August!”

“I said shut up! I will not console you. Not this time!”

Said August louder this time, with a trace of her Empress-Goddess voice, full of authority and certainty in her judgements. Then the father, pulling back from the daughter, repeated again.

“August. I love you.”

And August repeated also.

“I know. I love you too. But this does not change anything. In fact, it just proves what has to happen.”

And pushing her father fully off this time, August picked up her panties from the floor, and slid them up her legs.

“Jonathan. I have to go now. Goodbye.”

And without further dragging on their already tragically intimate long goodbye, she picked up her bag from the side of the couch, and left her father, in tears and with his pants still down, behind.

*****

On the way home back on highway 85 August was in tears about leaving her father more alone than she had found him that fateful Saturday six months ago. She had never meant to hurt him. She only meant to help him fill the void. She did not even know if he was gonna hold it together, but she no longer was in a position to help him if he did not. Because this time, she was the cause. And she did not know how long it would take her to heal from that knowledge. And she cried enough to impair her driving vision and decided she needed to hold it together for the sake of safety.

Then she felt her father’s semen ooze out of her vagina and down her inner thigh and she wondered. Shit! I really need to take care of this asap! I will have to stop somewhere, a pharmacy or the student university health center, as soon as I get back and take what I have to take. And while she briefly reached to her bag on the passenger seat for some tissues to dry her thighs off, the bag tipped. And the little velvet jewelry box her father had tried to give her fell out. And August realized her father must have put it there while she was emotionally distracted from their consummated relationship, and physically distracted from putting her panties back on. And she voiced to herself.

“Jonathan. You asshole. I hate you!”

Though she did not really mean that last part one bit.