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A lifetime of military service instills certain practices into a man. Gaius van Baelsar is used to following a strict schedule, eating, marching, and sleeping at specific, unchanging hours. The only time he’s woken at irregular times is when there’s an emergency- a fire, for instance, or an unexpected attack from the enemy.
It’s surprising, then, when what wakes him from sleep in the middle of the night isn’t an ambush, but someone urgently shaking his shoulder. His body instinctively tenses up, expecting the worst, but he relaxes all at once when he lifts his head and blinks away the sleep to see not one, but five pairs of eyes staring back at him. His children, standing at the side of his bed as if expecting something.
“... Is something wrong?” Gaius asks, eventually.
The children are nervous- that much he can easily tell. They may try to hide it, but it rolls off of them in waves. Not fear, which rules out nightmares, the most common experience to send them to his side. Gaius’ eyes sweep over them, trying to determine the source of their hesitation.
“Did something happen?” He asks.
“N-no.” Finally, someone speaks up. Unsurprisingly, it’s Alfonse. Ever the leader among his siblings, he balls his hands into determined little fists, bracing himself for whatever task he’s been delegated. Sitting up a little further, Gaius focuses on him.
“What is it, then? What are you all doing awake at this hour?”
Alfonse swallows. “We…” He hesitates, glances around. His brothers and sisters are staring at him expectantly; Rex nudges him with an elbow, encouraging him to keep going. “We’ve decided we want to be adults, father.”
Once he’s gotten the words out, he blushes, turning his head away as if he’s just confessed something deeply embarrassing.
Gaius is lost.
“Adults?” He asks. He can’t help but feel he’s missed some bit of context crucial to understanding what the children want. All five of them nod empathically, leaning forwards.
“Livia is always bragging about it,” Ricon says, his face scrunching up, as if bringing up the older girl is deeply distasteful to him. “About how you’re always- you do that with her.”
“Yeah!” It’s Allie speaking up now, her eyes shining. Alfonse’s confession seemed to have opened some sort of floodgate- where the children had previously been nervous and quiet, they were now stumbling over each other to speak. “It’s not fair that she gets special treatment just ‘cause she’s older. She said she’s your favorite because she gets to make you feel nice and I told her she was wrong but-”
The girl keeps talking, her siblings joining in to add their own comments, but Gaius has enough information now to understand what they mean. His brow creases as he stares at them. They stare back, eagerly awaiting whatever he’s going to decide.
It would be a flagrant lie to say he’d never considered it. Frankly, most of his countrymen in his place would have already taken advantage of what they considered spoils of war. He’d held off, however, not wanting to hurt them by forcing them to join him in bed on top of everything else that had happened.
But them coming to him of their own free will was a different story.
Shifting over, he gestured for the five of them to come in closer, leveling a hard stare at each one in turn.
“What is it you want?” He asks. “Name it. Specifically.”
They look at each other, nervousness coming back again. It’s a long moment before Alfonse takes the lead once again.
“S-sex,” he stammers, blushing. “We want to have sex with you, father.” He grabs Gaius by the wrist, tugging insistently. “Your first time is supposed to be special, right? We want you to be our first. We all agreed on it.” His small hands squeeze Gaius’ arm. “Please, please make us adults.”
How can he be expected to say no to such an earnest request?
“Climb up,” he says, gesturing to the bed with his free hand. The children’s eyes all go wide at once, and then they’re chittering excitedly, scrambling up beside him, bouncing in anticipation on the mattress. Gaius looks them over fondly, before clearing his throat to get their attention. “Generally, adults disrobe for this. It makes everything easier.”
It isn’t an instruction, per say, but the children obey it like one, stripping out of their nightclothes quickly. Their eagerness to please is incredibly apparent, and it isn’t long before the five of them are entirely bare before him, sitting or kneeling on the sheets. Their tails twitch as they watch him expectantly, and under their gaze, Gaius peels off the thin trousers he’d worn to bed, tossing them to the side.
All eyes go to his newly-exposed flesh, but the boys in particular stare with a special kind of awe as Gaius parts his thighs.
“Wow,” Ricon says, mouth falling open. “It’s-”
“How did you get so big?!” Rex exclaims, cutting off his brother, who turns towards him, glowering. “What? You were thinking it too, weren’t you?”
Gaius chuckles. “It’s part of growing up,” he answers. “You’ll be like this eventually, you just need to be patient.”
“Can we touch it?” Milisandia asked, crawling forwards hesitantly, reaching in his direction.
“Of course,” he says.
The reaction is almost immediate, all five of them clambering over to him as quickly as they can, jostling each other out of the way as they jockey for position. Eventually they manage to work something else, slotting in to touch and stroke at his flesh with naked curiosity. Under their attention, it isn’t long until he’s fully hard, cock jutting out even larger than before.
“Now.” His voice gets their attention again, distracting them from their single-minded pursuit. “How much did your sister tell you about how sex works?”
The children pause, and from the collection of furrowed brows and pursed lips that Gaius can see, he can tell the answer is not a lot.
“I think she said…” Ricon starts speaking, his voice quiet. “Um… you’re supposed to put that inside of us.” He looks a little flustered at being made to say it out loud, but presses on nevertheless. “B-but father, I don’t know if it’s going to… fit.” He reaches out, taking Gaius in hand, only to find that his little fingers can’t entirely circle around the shaft. “Livia is a lot taller than us…”
Rex elbows him. “Anything she can do, we can too,” he says, voice full of a conviction far too solemn for what he was talking about. “Can’t we?”
Gaius nods at his son, and Rex relaxes visibly. “Of course you can. I’ll show you how- but you will need to be patient. Understand?” He sweeps his gaze over all of them, and is answered by a chorus of agreements. Their flushed little faces stare at him expectantly. “Now. Which one of you is going first?”
It’s clear from their expressions that they hadn’t thought this far ahead. Possibly, they’d assumed he’d reject them right off the bat. It’s only a moment before bickering breaks out between them, and Gaius sits back, hand on his cock, content to wait until his children have sorted the issue out amongst themselves. There’s a tense second or two where he thinks an actual fight may actually break out, but it dissolves as quickly as it boiled up.
Finally, Alfonse crawls into his lap.
“You, then?” Gaius asks him.
“Yes, father.” Despite the boy’s natural leadership, he’s still obviously nervous. His nakedness draws attention to it, to the smallness of his stature, the vulnerability that comes with it. Leaning forwards, Gaius presses a kiss to the patch of scales on his forehead, before bending down to claim the boy’s hot little mouth with his own. Alfonse had little, if any, experience with kissing- but he learned quickly, letting his lips fall open so his father could suck on his tongue. Gaius’ hands encircle Alfonse’s waist, repositioning the boy so he can straddle his thigh without breaking the kiss.
When he pulls away, Alfonse’s cheeks are pink, and his lips are swollen and red. He looks debauched already, and Gaius has hardly touched him.
“There is a jar in the bedside drawer,” he says, looking over Alfonse’s head at the others, who are watching with rapt attention. “Fetch it.”
The children scramble to obey his instructions, and Gaius takes advantage of the interim to lift Alfonse again, spreading his body out on the sheets. The boy’s arousal is plain as day, little cock as hard as it’s going to get against his belly. Gaius cups it in his hand, listening to his son whimper at the stimulation.
“F-father-” Alfonse gasps.
“How does it feel?” Gaius asks him.
“Good.” That much seems obvious enough, but the confirmation straight from Alfonse’s lips is important. He continues to gently stroke the boy until someone nudges him, proffering the jar of salve he’d asked for. Grabbing it from them, he uncorks it, making sure Alfonse is watching as he pours a substantial amount out of the liquid within out onto his palms, spreading it liberally over his fingers.
As much as Gaius towers over him, one day Alfonse would in all likelihood be taller than him. Now, however, he’s a small, slight boy, the frailty of his body belying what he’s already experienced in his short life. Even fingers were likely to be a snug fit inside of him.
“You’re certain you want this?” Gaius asks. As expected, Alfonse nods, his little jaw set determinedly.
“I am, father,” he says. “Please. I- I do. I want you.” He squirms on the sheets, spreading his legs wider to emphasize his point.
Carefully, Gaius presses a finger inside him. From the look on Alfonse’s face, the sensation is more than a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. Given how tight the boy is, that’s a relief at the very least.
The other children crowd in for a closer look, watching with bated breath as Gaius fingers their brother open. Ricon proffers his hand, and Alfonse takes it gratefully. Scooting in behind him, Allie lifts his head up so she can rest it on her lap.
Before long, Gaius is adding another finger. As sure as Alfonse was of himself, if the way he squeezes his brother’s hand is anything to go by, the feeling is still more than he’d been expecting. His head rolls from side to side, poking Allie’s legs with his horns, and his sister wipes away the sweat beading on his forehead.
“Are you hurt?” Milisandia asks him, a note of panic creeping into her voice, leaning forwards on hands and knobby knees to gauge Alfonse’s reaction.
“N-no,” the boy says. Gaius spreads his fingers apart inside him, and Alfonse gasps. “It’s just- I feel all warm. And… kind of tingly.” A small bubble of laughter escapes him, a giggle that sounds more like a hiccup. “It’s… nice.”
Eyes widening with awe, Milisandia nods.
“I wanna go next,” she declares, tugging Gaius’ forearm. “Can I, father? Please??”
“Patience,” Gaius scolds her. “You’ll all get to go in time.”
The girl sits back again, frowning just slightly. It would be easy to assume she’d been cowed, but the way her tail flicks back and forth restlessly suggests otherwise.
Turning his attention back to Alfonse, Gaius takes a moment to assess the situation. He’s no fool- despite his son’s enthusiasm, he knows very well there’s no way he’ll be able to fit his whole cock inside him. Alfonse is too small, too inexperienced, and too impatient for the amount of preparation that would require. They would have to compromise somewhat.
When he pulls his fingers out, Alfonse whimpers softly. He’s on the verge of complaining about it when Gaius moves him closer, jostling his thighs in order to more comfortably settle in between them.
“I’m going to put it in now,” Gaius says, taking himself in hand. There’s still a generous amount of oil on his palm, and he slicks up the length of his shaft with it. Alfonse watches him, breath heavy, as he maneuvers himself into position, lining up with his son’s hole.
“Okay,” Alfonse squeezes Ricon’s hand again, and Gaius takes that as a cue to move forwards, breaching him slowly, but steadily. The preparation pays off- it’s still a tight fit, but Gaius meets little resistance, thrusting home inside his son until a majority of his cock is inside the boy. When he stops moving, Alfonse visibly relaxes, head falling back in his sister’s lap with a soft sigh.
“Alfonse- your stomach-”
Both of them look, and Gaius’ eyebrows raise in surprise at the conspicuous bump in his son’s abdomen, marking where his cock has settled. When he pulls out, the bulge vanishes, only reappearing when Gaius thrusts back home. He supposes he should have expected something like that, given their difference in size, but it’s still amusing to see. Alfonse pokes it gently, and Gaius can feel the pressure of his touch through his skin, albeit just barely.
It’s a cogent reminder that despite his enthusiasm, Alfonse is still a child- and Gaius still needs to be careful with him. He reaches for the boy’s cock again, fondling his small balls, enjoying the way it makes him whimper with pleasure.
“Father,” the boy moans, eyes fluttering shut. “I feel like- I’m gonna-”
He doesn’t quite have the words for what he’s experiencing, but Gaius understands, can see it in the way Alfonse’s legs tense up like bowstrings, how his spine curves up and his body strains with the intensity of his feeling. He strokes his son harder, encouraging him with soft murmurs, until everything boils over at once, and Alfonse comes with a shuddering moan. To Gaius’ surprise, it’s not entirely dry- his cock gives one or two good spurts as the boy is shaking his way through his orgasm. Then again, he’s one of the eldest of his siblings. He must be just on the cusp of change.
“You’re hurting my fingers,” Ricon says, wincing in pain. Alfonse lets go of his hand with an apologetic mumble, still shaking, breath coming in hard gasps as he comes down from the high of the orgasm. Gaius gives him a minute before he pulls out, not wanting to overstimulate the boy any further. He can’t help but look appreciatively at his handiwork as he does, at the pleasant red gape of his son’s hole. Even with him striving to be gentle, Alfonse still looked well-fucked. Lovely.
“Well?” He looks expectantly at the rest of the children, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s next?”
It’s no big surprise when the next one to end up in his lap is Milisandia. He is, however, somewhat taken aback when she kisses him, taking an initiative he wouldn’t have expected out of her. Her thin arms wind around him, pulling him closer, letting her father slip her tongue, a gesture which could have been construed as innocent affection quickly turning filthy. Gaius takes advantage of her distraction to slide his hand between her legs, savoring her little gasp when his thick fingers rub against her pussy. She’s wet already, her excitement obvious.
He prepares her as he did Alfonse, working her open until she’s keening and fucking herself on his hand, until he can spread apart the lips of her cunt with his thumbs. When he finally fucks into her, she’s soft, warm, and desperate enough for his touch that she falls to pieces under his hands.
After he’s finished with Milisandia, the two remaining boys bicker over which of their turns it is, an argument that culminates in a game of rock-paper-scissors. Gaius watches, thoroughly amused, as Ricon claims victory, leaving Rex to slump back onto the pillows behind him with a scowl.
Ricon is one of the youngest of his siblings, his body small and bony, and Gaius is sure to be careful with him in deference to that. He fingers the boy slowly, making sure he gets a clear go-ahead before every step further. By the time he’s ready, the overstimulation has brought tears to Ricon’s eyes, and he clings to his father desperately as Gaius takes him. He comes sweetly on his father’s cock, body curling in around itself before slumping bonelessly back onto the bedspread.
It’s barely a minute after Ricon is done before Rex is shoving at his arm, trying to get his little brother to move so he can take his turn. Gaius grabs him by the back of the neck, effectively scruffing the boy, and makes him sit back until he’s certain Ricon is alright.
“Patience,” he growls, and thankfully, Rex is obedient enough not to argue with that.
“Yes, father,” he says, fidgeting in place.
Thankfully for everyone involved, Rex doesn’t have to wait too long until it’s his time to be deflowered. Gaius lifts Ricon off of his dick, and hands him over to his elder siblings, who hold the boy between them, petting his hair and murmuring things Gaius can’t quite catch into his ears. They must bring him comfort, though, whatever they are, because Ricon smiles, relaxing in their arms.
Satisfied that he’s taken care of, Gaius turns his attention at last to Rex, who bounces excitedly up and down. After watching his brothers and sister take their turns, he has a fairly decent grasp on how the process works, and his overzealousness manifests in how he tries to get Gaius to go faster, to put it in him before he’s been properly prepared. As irksome as it is, Gaius is still unwilling to hurt the boy simply to prove a point, and he continues to prepare him at his own pace, ignoring Rex’s numerous complaints.
It’s fully worth it, however, to hear his son’s reaction when he finally thrusts home, the overwhelmed moan of ecstasy when Gaius sheathes his cock inside the boy. Rex’s eyes roll back in his head, his mouth falling open in shock and pure, unadulterated pleasure, body shaking as Gaius fucks him steadily. He gets louder and louder as he approaches his orgasm, reaching the point of near-shouting when he finally comes, his little cock twitching. Gaius kisses him on the forehead while he’s lying there, gasping like a fish, unable to piece together anything he might have wanted to say.
Four of the five children are strewn out over the bedspread, thoroughly fucked out. Only one remains, and she crawls towards Gaius now, eyes wide as saucers, to settle in his lap.
“Is it my turn?” Allie asks, softly. She’s been patient, so patient, and Gaius feels she deserves to be rewarded for it.
Lifting her by the waist, he lays her out on the sheets, spreading her small body out underneath him. Gaius kisses her, first on the forehead, the taste of sweat on her skin not yet so prominent. Then on the lips, sliding his tongue into her hot mouth. Then lower- right in the center of her chest, between her undeveloped breasts, down her stomach, until he’s between her legs, head sandwiched between her trembling thighs.
“Father?” Allie’s voice is thin, nervous- but mostly curious, bright eyes watching him in eager anticipation of what’s to come. Dipping his head, Gaius kisses the little nub of her clit, then drags his tongue over her, eliciting a surprised gasp. “F-father!”
All of this is dizzyingly new to the girl. Laving her pussy with his tongue makes Allie first whimper, then squeal with laughter, body twisting back and forth.
Coming up for air, Gaius raises an eyebrow at her. “Is something the matter?” He asks.
Allie shakes her head. “Your beard,” she giggles. “It tickles.”
Well. He supposes that’s only to be expected. It’s hardly enough to deter him, however, and he returns to what he’d been doing, licking into his daughter’s cunt with renewed effort. Her giggling subsides after a short period, little laughs bookended by breathless moans, hips twitching as Gaius fucks into her with his tongue. Little hands wind their way into his hair, tugging him closer.
She tastes good- good enough that Gaius is sorely tempted to make her finish with his mouth, to see if he can make her lock her legs around his head. But he made a promise, and it would hardly be fair to deny her the same treatment he’d given all her siblings. Giving her one last deep lick, he sits up, wiping at his mouth and looking at Allie. She’s trembling, flushed pink from her face down to her chest. Adorable.
“Are you ready for me?” He asks.
Allie’s head bobs in an enthusiastic nod. “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please.”
Polite enough to ask, even now. What kind of father would he be to say no to that?
He grabs his daughter by the hips, pulling her closer. Gripping his cock with one hand, he rubs the head of it against her, sliding over the sensitive, swollen lips of her cunt.
“Take a deep breath,” he cautions. “The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be.”
“Okay.” Allie nods again, her chest puffing up with air.
“Good girl.”
And then he’s pushing into her, slowly but insistently. His daughter is sopping wet, from Gaius’ mouth and plain arousal both, and while that makes it easier, it can only ease the way so much. She’s as tight as any of her siblings, her little hole clenching around him instinctively. It’s a struggle to get merely the tip of his cock inside, and when he does, Gaius pauses, leaning forwards to brush the hair away from her sweat-damp forehead.
“How are you feeling?” He asks.
“G-good.” The girl’s scrunched-up face smooths out by increments as Gaius pets her. “F-father- please-”
Her hips jerk, pushing back against him, trying to get him to fuck her deeper. The way she’s stretched around him is a sight to see, pussy straining around his thick shaft. She wants more, and Gaius isn’t about to deny her her wish, thrusting in slowly, smoothly, until he feels resistance. Only half of his cock is inside her, but the head of it is resting against her cervix.
When he starts to move, she clings to him like her life depends on it, hypersensitive to every small change. Gaius is careful as he rocks against her, keeping his pace as slow as he can stand. Thankfully, Allie doesn’t seem to be in pain, the whimpers falling from her mouth growing louder and more pleasured with each shallow thrust.
Fucking her is almost torturously good. His daughter’s cunt is warm, wet, and wonderfully tight. It makes him want to cut loose, to well and truly pound her- maybe one day, when he knows it won’t break her. For now, however, his restraint is too strong to give into that sort of base instinct. Instead, he leans over to kiss her again, feeling the soft puff of her breath against his mouth.
“Do you like being an adult?” He asks her. “Is it what you wanted? What you expected?”
“Yes,” Allie gasps out. Her legs, raised into the air above her, are shaking, toes curling. “It’s s-so good, I feel- I- I-”
As young and inexperienced as she is, she can’t quite articulate what’s happening to her. She lacks the proper words to describe an orgasm, or even to name it. Despite this, one overtakes her anyways, and she comes with a squeal, trembling like a leaf underneath Gaius. In that moment, he wants nothing more than to finish alongside her, to fill her with his cum and watch it drip out of her gaping pussy- but that would hardly be fair to her siblings. He restrains himself from that as well, his movements stilling. He holds her through the remainder of it, watching her shoulders tense up and her eyes roll back in her head.
She’s crying, Gaius notices. Concerned he might have hurt her, he cups Allie’s chin, turning her head up to make her look at him.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
Allie nods, letting go of his arms to wipe the tears away from her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “It just felt like so- so much, I couldn’t stop myself.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Gaius tells her, firmly. “It’s not uncommon, especially if it’s your first time.” She sniffles softly, and Gaius ruffles her hair. “You did well, Allie.”
“T-thank you, father.”
He’s still hard when he pulls out of her. In his effort to make sure all of his children were satisfied, he’s neglected his own arousal, still throbbing, desperate for release. Grasping the base of his cock, he begins to stroke himself, thumbing over the leaking head, chasing his own release.
A small hand joins his on the shaft. It’s Alfonse again, recovered enough from his experience to crawl back over to Gaius’ side.
“Let us help you,” he says. “Please?”
Gaius sits up, content to watch as his children scramble over to touch him again. Even Allie, who seems well and truly fucked out, manages to crawl to his side, smiling happily at him as she helps her siblings jerk him off. They’re clumsy, in the way that comes with youth and inexperience, but their enthusiasm is obvious, and between the five of them, it isn’t long before Gaius finds himself close to the edge once again.
He comes with a deep groan, throwing his head back, self-control finally too frayed to stay intact. Semen splashes over five pairs of waiting hands, thick and white on their skin and scales alike, and Gaius collapses backwards, breathing heavily. The children chitter between themselves, examining his cum with fascination. He watches Milisandia lick a bit of it off of her fingers, chuckling when her little face scrunches up in distaste.
“It’s salty,” she says, nose wrinkling. “I don’t like it very much.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” Gaius tells her. Still frowning, the girl wipes her hand on her thigh- a gesture which reminds Gaius that he has yet a responsibility to attend to.
The children are, understandably, exhausted. Before they can fall asleep, however, Gaius is pushing them out of bed, moving them along to the bathroom. Despite their complaints, they do as he bids, obediently stepping one by one into the bath so that he can carefully scrub away the evidence of what they’d just done. He washes the come and sweat and oil off of their faces, their stomachs and thighs, out from between their legs. By the time they’re finished, there are five tired but clean children standing in front of him.
“Can we-” Alfonse attempts to get a sentence out, and interrupts himself by yawning. “Can we sleep with you tonight, father?”
It’s not a request he frequently grants. One or two of them may occasionally crawl into his bed when nightmares overtake them, but all five at once is a crowd. Still, Gaius concedes with a sigh, they’ve certainly earned it.
“Alright,” he says.
All five visibly perk up at the permission, and before Gaius can say anything else, they’re rushing back towards his bedroom with a speed that belies their weariness. When he gets there, they’re spread out in the sheets, scrambling and shoving at each other to try and get in comfortable positions. They’ve recovered enough energy to bicker, it seems- something which Gaius chalks up to their youth as he climbs into bed alongside them. Lying on his back, he spreads his arms out, and the children crowd in, cuddling contentedly up to him. It’s not the most comfortable position- horns dig into his sides, and he can already feel his limbs going numb- but he won’t complain.
The children fidget, adjusting themselves restlessly as they try to sleep. Gaius thinks nothing in particular about it, closing his eyes and settling back on his pillow, until whichever child was comfortably sandwiched under his right armpit wriggles closer to prop their chin up on his chest.
“Um, father…” It’s Rex. Gaius cracks an eye open to look at him.
“Yes?” He asks. The other children are also still awake- he can tell by the way they’ve all gone noticeably still, listening in to whatever their brother is saying.
“Can we… now that we’re all grown-ups, will you let us… can we do all that again?” Rex pauses for a moment. “Please?”
Gaius scoffs, quietly. Not without fondness, but he supposes he should have seen a question like that coming. Maneuvering himself carefully, he pats the boy on the head, ruffling his hair gently.
“Go to sleep,” he instructs.
Rex’s face crinkles. “But-”
“Tomorrow. We can talk about this tomorrow.” Gaius stops the complaint he can already see coming before his son can verbalize it. “Part of being an adult is making sure you go to bed on time. Understand?”
“Yes, father.” The assurance that Gaius’ response isn’t a flat-out “no” seems to assuage the boy’s fears, and he settles back into place, snuggled between his father and his siblings.
Exhausted as they are, it doesn’t take long after that for the five of them to fall asleep. Their chests rise and fall rhythmically, faces smooth and free of any stress that plagues them during the day. Gaius takes the chance to look at them all once more, fondness threatening to overwhelm him for just a minute, before he, too, succumbs again to the pull of sleep.