Honeymoon

“I’m loving this resort, daddy,” Charlotte said, showing off her new bikini while he lounged by the pool. She dropped her top, showcasing her pert young breasts. Her father lifted an eyebrow. “What? I gotta get an even tan.” Her father shook his head bemusedly, though his eyes kept getting drawn to her body.

“See, this is why I always save those coupons. You mocked me then, remember?” Mason ribbed her good naturedly about the father’s day coupon he had used to get their room.

“All right, I’ll never make fun of your househusband skills ever again,” Charlotte laughed, striking up a pose for his benefit. “Forgive me?”

Mason pulled her into his lap and kissed her. “Maaaaybeee…”

Charlotte looked up at him before she started laughing hysterically as he started to tickle her. “Wait.. hahahaha, stop… hahaha, dadddeeeee!” In any other resort this might have raised some eyebrows, but they were far from the only related couple there. The onlookers just shook their heads, smiling or were engaged in their mother/son, father/daughter, brother/sister play.

“I want you,” Mason said, looking into her eyes as he stopped tickling her.

“Well… there is some time before our tour starts.” Charlotte said, standing up and grabbing his hand, pulling him to one of the cabana’s nearby. The little huts were designed to provide a bit of privacy. Public nudity was fine, how else would you get a good tan? But the resort drew the line at public fucking outside of designated orgy areas. Public health and safety inspections were frequent and since one of the inspectors had slipped in a puddle of semen and broken an arm, they’d been very strict with the resort.

Charlotte pushed her father down on the bed. “Now sir, before we start, I just want to make sure you have the correct coupon for this ride,” she said in a mock serious voice, her hands on her hips.

Mason held up his hand, showing her his wedding ring. “Oh, I think I’ve got the coupon right here.”

Charlotte entwined her hand with his, their rings next to each other as they both smiled. “I love you, daddy.”

“Love you too, princess.” Charlotte let go and straddled him, kissing him as their hands roamed across each other's bodies. Mason pulled her bikini bottoms to the side as Charlotte pulled down his swim trunks. Both of them moaned at the same time as Charlotte sank down on her father’s cock. Charlotte moved slowly, milking him with her pussy. Mason grabbed her ass and with a grunt moved her onto her back, not content with the pace.

“You’re such a brute, daddy,” Charlotte giggled before moaning as Mason started fucking her faster. “Daddy… ugh I… you’re too big to go fast like that right away…” Charlotte's moans betraying the falsehood as she wrapped her legs around him and started bucking her hips back at him.

Mason grinned. “Shush now, princess;don’t pretend you’re not loving this. Besides…” he grunted, increasing his tempo even further as he started to pound the teenage harlot beneath him, “we don’t want to miss the tour, do we?” He leaned down to kiss her, Charlotte putting her arms around him, holding him tight. Mason was so focused on the sensation of his daughter’s pussy clinging to him, gripping him tightly that he barely noticed or felt Charlotte’s nails raking his back as she came.

Mason glanced at the clock, before really laying into her, stuffing his cock into his daughter. “Gotta go fast” he muttered, grinning. He was unsure if Charlotte’s groan was from pleasure or exasperation at his joke as he slammed into her one last time, flooding her with his semen.

“I’m going to be dripping the entire tour…” Charlotte complained as they walked to the bus, adjusting her panties again. “You’re way too pent up, daddy, seriously. I don’t think I’ve seen you fuck a single woman since we arrived in Queen’s River other than me.”

“You’re all I need, princess,” Mason said, blushing.

“You’re an Alpha,” Charlotte said firmly “I remember mom saying you didn’t fuck enough women too. And since… you know… you’ve practically been celibate.”

“Char…” Mason said warningly.

“No, I’m your wife now, daddy,” Charlotte said, sounding stern. “It’s my job to take care of you. And I didn’t get us all the way to Queen’s River for you not to spread around that beautiful cock of yours.”

Mason sighed in defeat. “I can’t win with you, can I princess?”

Charlotte smiled. “Nope. Oh damn… look at that…” Mason followed his daughter’s gaze.

“Oh damn”

“Right?” Charlotte and her father looked at their tour guide, a blonde maybe two years older than Charlotte was going through her clipboard. Dressed a bit like a slutty stewardess, if her top hadn’t been unbuttoned she’d have burst out of it.

Charlotte glanced down. “At least one part of you is honest,” she giggled. “You are definitely nailing that. And I’m watching.”

“And I thought the Alphas were supposed to be in charge.” Mason muttered as he followed his daughter to the bus.

Ashlynn the tourguide had turned out to be a Local, meaning she was considered free use for just about anyone. It also meant that every time she turned around at least one person copped a feel. Ashlynn had explained that while the tour was ongoing she was off-limits for actual sex acts which Charlotte thought made sense. Hard to do your job when you’re bent over and taking it in the ass. But a grope here and there was allowed.

“Fun fact! The Metrokoites Resort is one of the oldest companies in Queen’s River; the original buildings built by hand, by one of the founders, Timothy Green. If you look to the right you can see the Wedding Chapel they built near the original building which now functions as the Green residence. The Chapel on the hill is still used and is a very popular place for both residents and out-of-towners to get married. It’s said that any marriage performed there is blessed by the goddess.”

Charlotte and her father looked at each other, smiling, each reminiscing about their own wedding there. Mason didn’t know about any divine blessings but there was something special about the place.

Two weeks ago

Mason smiled as he saw Charlotte walk up to the chapel in her dress. He’d always known she’d look beautiful on her wedding day. He’d just always pictured walking her down the aisle instead of standing at the end of it waiting for her. She looked absolutely radiant, he thought. And just a tiny bit smug when she saw how he was taking her in.

They’d invited the few new friends they’d made here, very friendly neighbours. An Alpha about his age by the name of Fred, whose son wouldn’t be Alpha for a number of years and a young Alpha called Olivia who’d recently become what was known as a Futa, which was a woman with a fully functioning male reproductive system. Very functioning, Mason thought as he looked at the row of pregnant women who Olivia had brought. But the family seemed happy enough and both Olivia and Fred had been very helpful with not just the move but the wedding as well.

Mason had wondered how people could give it up, being Alpha. Fred had just chuckled. Julius, Olivia’s father, had said he was actually enjoying his retirement from being an Alpha. He confided that he certainly didn’t fuck any less, though that could happen of course, but handing over the duties and responsibilities of being an Alpha felt very liberating. Especially since he knew everything was in good hands.

The ceremony itself had been low key. Their priestess, Patricia, was a very friendly woman. A Local mother of three, she’d apparently seen it all. Mason had asked her not to be too overtly religious and Patricia had laughed. “Don’t you worry Mr. Carter, I know you’re from out of town. No hocus-pocus.”

“Right… I’m sorry it’s all just still a bit off for me. Don’t get me wrong… Charlotte is my everything it’s just…”

“Not how you were raised, I get it.”

“Dear friends of the happy couple,” she’d started. “Mason and Charlotte haven’t been with us long, but from what I know, they already exemplify those values we hold most dear in Queen’s River. The love of a father and daughter is a special love, and nowhere is that special love more celebrated than in Oedipal Zones such as Queen’s River. Much like sons dream about marrying their mother, daughters dream about marrying their daddy. And so it is here today that with great pleasure, I, in the name of the goddess, will bind these two in loving matrimony.”

“If any Alpha present wishes to present their claim, do so now or forever hold your peace.”

She looked at Charlotte. “Now Charlotte is a bit young.” All the guests chuckled. “But even in the short time I’ve known her I’ve realized she knows exactly what and who she wants.”

She turned to Mason. “And Mason might be getting on in years,” which got another laugh from the audience, a small harrumph from Mason and a bemused smile from Charlotte, “but there is no one who can question the love he has for his daughter or his dedication as an Alpha.”

She smiled as everyone settled down. “I understand you’ve both written your own vows as well?”

Both of them nodded, with Charlotte going first. “Daddy, I’ve loved you since forever and us being together is like a dream I never want to wake up from. I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”

“Princess… you saved me from the dark hell I was in. And bringing me here, showing me the love that you held for me… you’ve made me feel like a whole man again.”

“Charlotte Evelinne Carter, do you take your father and Alpha to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love cherish and obey him in all things and submit to him completely?”

“I do, with all my heart.”

“Mason Joseph Carter, do you take your daughter and Beta to be your lawfully wedded first wife, to love cherish and protect, to ensure her happiness for as long as she is yours?”

“Y…yes…” Mason got out the words, a lump forming in his throat as he almost cried of happiness.

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Back in the present, Charlotte and Mason held hands, reminiscing as the tour continued.