Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

There was little that he could do to prevent the oncoming onslaught of his own orgasm, it had been stirring within him not just in his time at the temple but for the last year as he bided his time and waited for his daughter. The sheer level of willpower he had exerted in ensuring his purity for this moment in the name of their god, for it was not merely an act of praise but an act of piety. The greatest sacrifice the god of wine could ask of his supplicants was to abstain and so Aurelius had refused the carnal lusts of his soul in order to wait for this mystical moment entwined with his sculpted goddess wrought of flesh and hungers unspoken. This night, this moment, was everything he had been preparing for and now it was culminating and he knew it was too soon, he could not let this be without ensuring Aurelia understood who it was that she was with. He wanted her closer, this would not do, this could not be the end that he felt approaching. His hands moved so that he brought her near to him, one circling round her throat as the other gripped perfect breast with bruising fingers. He brought her up against him, her back pressed against his strong chest, changing the dynamic of that thrusting within her. It made those motions shallow, his hips conforming against her perfect rear, strong muscles ensuring each thrust was keep deep and within her. The fingers on her bosom cupped her, molding her flesh to his, turning from cruelty to reassurance that she was in good hands. He could have hurt her, it was often accepted in the name of the darker pleasures Bacchus encouraged at times, but the hand on her throat was one of steady guidance and not oppressiveness. It was the hand of one who treasured what he had been gifted with this night. His head turned against hers, tongue catching along the edge of her jaw as his thumb raised from her throat to press against her and turn her into the demanding kiss that he pressed upon her. It was at that moment that their eyes met and she would understand with complete surety who it was that had breached her flesh this evening. He let that moment linger, just for a moment, and yet it felt like eternity to stare at her in this way. His features were hard, those eyes powerfully intense, but they softened at the sight of shock he knew he would find within her features. It did not stop what he did, no instead it made him quicken the strokes, the tight grip of her cunt on his flesh milking him as he felt the boiling blood within him. He knew it was time. His lips found hers, taking away the vision of the moment, tongue delving into her mouth as it had when they first met on the floor of the temple. The acolytes understood what had happened, they were versed in lovemaking and it was breathtaking to see the man's ass begin to flex as those strokes grew harder and as he kissed her their voices raised into a triumphant cry to join the rush of pleasure. He came. He groaned into her lips as he did so, his arms wrapping around her to keep her there, holding her as a lover and a father. It was darkly twisted, the horrible culmination of depravity and yet it still was one that spoke of affection and loyalty. Even in that moment as he gave voice to his pleasure, even in that moment when he came within her, spilling his seed deep into her womb....he tried to reassure her. He had encouraged his daughter to follow her hungers, to explore her frightening deviant soul, and yet he was uncertain if he had a kindred spirit in that moment that would approve of his bedding her in this manner...or a shocked and defiled angel. The sickening part, the part he dared not whisper aloud even to himself was that he was not sure which he preferred.