Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

The claiming was welcome and she shifted to his whims, positioned as easily a toy solider moved upon the field of 'battle' by a young boy. She moaned loudly as he thrust even deeper into her core, teasing her orgasm higher with the touch of his talented hand upon her breast. Her body curved, pressed back against him, head tilting to rest upon his shoulder. It lengthened her neck and torso, creating an elegant line from the pulse beneath the fingers to the curve of her stomach and mound beneath. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, living in the moment, focused only on the orgasm she felt would soon be upon her. Her chin turned at his touch and she welcomed his mouth upon hers, pressing one hand to the back of his neck as their tongues met and twined. That kiss drew another moan from her throat, reverberating through them both. This man was exquisite in his technique, in the power of his thrust, and forcefulness of his hold. The tenderness in his hands was also strangely familiar. Feeling the mask no longer upon his face as she caressed his cheek, her eyes fluttered open to gaze adoringly at the instrument of her deliverance from mediocrity. It was perfect, this moment. Aurelia had dreamed of such a night from the times that she and her young friends had begun to attend their own feasts and orgies. The lesser temples and private estates had charms in the form of intimate settings and a cultivated attendees, but none could rival the splendor of worshiping in the presence of Bacchus himself and his chosen acolytes. Her body surged with the power of the divine, every fiber of her being dedicated to the praise of her god. She had sacrificed much to achieve the position of honor, laying herself out for lesser men time and again to hone her skill and technique, to learn the ways of pleasure from those that could teach. The pinnacle of her adoration was finally at hand to be fucked upon the altar of Bacchus himself, sealing herself to his glory forever. Her climax was close, spurred on by the thrusting cock inside, and she could feel the trembling of her body that ached for fulfillment. But in an instant, in a single look, that perfect moment shattered into a thousand shards that cut her soul to shreds. Paterfamilias! She found herself staring into the eyes of Aurelius Regulus, her father and namesake. The man with his cock buried inside of her, that had already buried his face into her cunt to bring her to glorious orgasm. She was riding her father's cock. The shock was evident in her wide eyes and the parted lips that opened, not to moan, but to gasp in horror. She was masked, had been masked since she'd arrived. He could not possibly know her identity! He barely saw the mask he'd helped her to purchase. Surely there was no way he could have recognized it! Surely not! It was the only avenue of reasoning left open to her that could seat itself within her spinning mind. She tried to scream, to cry for him to stop lest he condemn their souls further, but her cries were lost in the press of his mouth against hers and the moans ripped from his chest. The tempo of his thrusts increased as her befuddled mind tried to comprehend, panicked in the revelation, traumatized by the act itself and the defilement it represented. He could not know! she screamed in silent anguish. As he spilled his seed within her womb, her tears began to fall. Her own threatening climax dwindled to nothing, shattered like her soul, ground to dust by the heinous discovery. She lay pressed against him, trapped by his arms -- the same embrace she'd sought comfort from as a child. Now it held a much different connotation and stained the memory of her childhood. With a strangled sob, she pushed his arms away, trying to free herself from his hold and the cock that impaled her. She could still feel the offending member throbbing within her cunt. She had to escape before he discovered her identity! She had to escape with her mask intact to preserve her name, else they would both be brought low by the deviance. Fighting against the twisted embrace of her loving father, she struggled to flee.