Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

The motions of her lithe body against him were enough to entice the passions of any man, but while they did stir him towards arousal the towering behemoth had something far more satisfying in mind than merely indulging in debasement upon the temple floors. His was a purpose that had been growing over the years as she had become a woman in the eyes of their people, a purpose of dedication not just to Bacchus but to their people and their empire. Even if she was unaware of it, she could see the determination in those steely eyes. The sheer resolution that this night would be what he would wish it to be. It was true he could have had her at any point, could have forced himself upon her, but while his actions were being cloaked in mystery in order to lull his young beauty into sacrilegious defilement...he would never harm her. Never hurt her. His were the actions of a man who knew what was needed to fulfill the destiny he had laid out for her and he would never stop until he had achieved his goals. Yet now was not the time for plotting, now was the time for adulation. His strong arms held her as if she were weightless, a feather that he carried barefoot across stone already slick with merging desires. The steady pace was one that hinted at the past of his soldiering, surefooted and well balanced, and his fingers all the while dug into her perfect backside, forcing the sculpted marble of her flesh to yield to his desire. He did not ignore her entreaties, his lips appreciative as he returned her small kisses, and as they moved across the temple proper he grew harder as his goal came closer to fruition. Taking the steps up to the adyton he moved into the inner shrine without a single hint that he was unwelcome, approaching the raised dais in the middle. He lay her back upon the altar to his god, the sculptures of Bacchus and his lovers gazing down at them from the ceiling above. As he did so he broke the small kisses they had been sharing, raising his finger to touch her lips with a stern look of his eyes to stifle any questions she might posit about what the hell he was doing. The hands of adoring attendants moved to take her robes, opening them so that they fell to the sides of the stone, serving as an altar cloth for her nude body. Taking an urn he began to whisper supplication to Bacchus as he slowly poured the heated oil upon her flesh, dripping along the swell of her bosom and leading down her abdomen, his eyes growing glazed with his desire...and there was little doubt that he desired her. The fingers of those attendants, faceless behind their masks, began to move long her flesh as they smoothed the oil on supple and willing skin, the large man still whispering and barely heard as the others began to join him in the praise to their god. This offering...Aurelia. Bacchus, we raise our voices in the hopes that someday you will join us. The sweetest, strongest wine is ever your drink the mind's release, the body's loosening, your gift. O Bacchus, ivy-crowned god, we see you in the shadows, we see you on the edges, we see you in the haze of ecstasy where we know the truth of passion, where we find the essence of our being. Bacchus, I call to you! The mingled voices rose in crescendo as the strong fingers of the raven found her thighs and opened her to him. She had wanted to kiss him and he provided the kiss she deserved.