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Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

As the kiss continued, Aelia could feel her father's hands on her skin, holding her tighter as the water began shifting around them. The ripples and gentle waves were a testament to how excited they were making one another. She was no limp fish caught in his net and he was no reluctant participant. The both of them were utterly enthralled with one another, their bodies brushing and rubbing against one another - some touches soft and some touches not so soft. And Aelia probably enjoyed the not so soft touches more. There was still a very small part of her that told her she should not enjoy it, that were they to indulge themselves now that it would mean danger later on. They could become pariahs in their society... These sorts of relations were not forbidden per se, but neither were they encouraged or lauded. Mostly it was for the children. More often than not, children born of unions between family members were somewhat...strange. And Spartans could not have that. But that would not be true of them! Their children would be utterly glorious. And just as Aelia thought her dress was starting to feel too heavy against her fair skin, her father hooked his fingers around the sleeves of her dress and pulled it down. Aelia had never taught to be afraid of her nakedness, not in front of anyone, but even so as his eyes gazed down over her slender, smooth body she could feel heat reaching up and coloring her cheeks a delicate pink. But this would be true were it any man, though this was not just any man. This was her Eurotas. This was the truest companion of her soul. Her lover. And just as the breath her her throat began to escalate and her soft, round breasts rose and fell, she saw him reach down and take a firm hold of one of her nipples. Aelia cried out in sudden pleasure as she arched her back so her chest could buck up towards his lips. As she felt his hands tightening around her, she did the same to him - her arms wrapping around his neck so that her fingers could reach up into his hair and twist into his locks so she could tug it passionately. Searing pleasure coursed up from her breasts into her heart and all throughout her body. Aelia felt her knees tremble under the weight of that heat, and as she threw her head back her long, dark hair fell down and into the water. Her breasts rose and fell in his lips as though constantly reminding him of the feast that they were for him. Breaths were deep and ragged as they rushed in and out of her throat and as she sighed the sounds were pleading moans. Aah-! Oh, gods...! she gasped as she felt her hips start to very lightly touch against his hips. I've never...never felt anything like this!
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Slowly the dynamic began to change in that moment, slowly everything began to crystalize into something much more than just intimacy between him and his beautiful Aelia. He could feel her hardening nub against his tongue, feel her shivering and moving with her desire for him and his eyes grew lambent with his stark desire to conquer her in the most visceral of fashions. He had lain with women, he had experienced much in his long life and had them offer themselves in droves to be with someone such as he. Yet she, his Aelia...his daughter, she was so much more than any of them. The embodiment of every dream, the beauty of a realm entire, and his head moved when she tugged with her strength upon his hair. His face tilted upwards to stare at her, his lips slightly swollen from the powerful way he had been suckling upon her perfect bosom and he did not smile. Her Father rarely smiled. Instead he looked upon her with a covetous gaze, his eyes narrowed as if judging the distance between him and an opponent. It was the look of possession that could not be truly expressed but could only be felt. His fingers which had moments before ripped open her dress for him to partake of her flesh continued their motions so that he could lay proper claim to her. He pulled her free of the last bit of her clothing so that it was left free floating in the water, lightly moving away from them both in the steaming liquid. There was just the two of them now, bare and open to one another, and it was time. It was time that they understood exactly what they were doing with one another. His hands came down to grip her young ass, giving it a vicious clasp with his fingers as he rolled his hips upwards in response to her motions. There was no need to be a braggart, no need to emphasize the perfection her Father's muscled form. He was in all ways a true man, and in this he did not let his daughter down. The length of him brushed across her most private of areas as his sculpted ass flexed upon the stone beneath them. His fingers guided her, knowing that she might be called to sensuality but new to the experience of it, rolling her against him as he rocked beneath her. His eyes never left hers as he straightened himself, bringing their chests together. He could feel his slickness, her excitement, yet he did not enter her. He did not take her, no, not yet. He wanted his Aelia readied for him, prepared for the moment to come, and he leaned his forehead against hers as he breathed in deeply...taking in the exhales of her beautiful lips. He had no words to say, no words to give. What his body said to her in that moment was enough.
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As her father removed his lips from her breasts she felt herself give out a little moan of gratitude - thanking him for being so attentive and so wonderfully sensual with her body. The removal of the stimulus slowly brought her back down from the high she was on and the steam in the room seemed to part for a moment as she caught glance of her father's gaze on her body. Aelia would never be able to understand just how he had such erotic power over her...but holy gods! When he looked at her like that, the fire in his lustful eyes called to hers once more and fueled it so deeply that her desire for him settled into her lower abdomen like a groaning ache! If she did not have him, if he were to refuse her now, she thought her entire body might come un done. But there was no true doubt in Aelia's mind. Eurotas's gaze said it all You. Are. Mine. He had said only moments ago that he would kill the man that tried to take Aelia from him...and now he looked as though he would fight the gods themselves should they even try. With a sudden grab and tear, the last of her clothing fell away and Aelia gasped - not in revulsion but in excitement. Yes! She was excited! As she felt his hands grip her rear she used this as an excuse to start exploring his body. The male form was never one she had explored personally, only admired in sculptures and paintings, and this...her father's form...was more wonderful than any of them! Her fingers traced his skin, cupping his muscles, and pressing into the smooth heat of his flesh. Rolling their bodies together she could feel something else strong and warm brushing against her and she drew in a sudden breath that left her biting her bottom lip. This...ah, she had not prepared herself for how it might feel...but as he pressed their chests together and their hips ground against one another, Aelia knew that she wanted it! She wanted her Father's phallus. His warm breath tickled her lips and she leaned forward to close the distance, needing to taste him. Her lips were warm and soft but pressed against him with the strength of her desire and she moaned once more against his own delicious lips. Ah, she wanted those lips all over her body - kissing every wonderful place and smooth touch of skin, wanted to feel his hands pressing her down, and wanted so many hot and glorious things she didn't know how to even describe them. I love you, was all she said against his lips and then slowly leaned away so she could gaze into his eyes as her arms reached up to wrap around his neck once more. I. Am. Yours.
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Need nearly pushed him over the cliffs and down the rocky shores. Her Father was not some foolish man and he understood the desires she was feeling even as those very same ones slammed against him like the shield of an opponent. Jarring, forcing his mind to reel in a dazed stupor. It was the drugged mind that euphoria and lust caused in the male form and every inch of him radiated that very fact that he wanted her. Her hands moved over his muscled chest, the body tightening at her touch and then softening as she caressed. His lips pressed once more in turn against her own and he captured her into that kiss, ensnaring his goddess and reveling in heady feeling of their tongues entwined. His lips were bruising in that moment, for her words needed to be returned but he did not want to speak. He wanted that kiss to last eternal. Yet he would cast down any man who dared take this nymph away from him but he would never harm her. No, even if his desire was ten fold what it was now he would never harm her. Even if he were one day furious beyond anything he had ever felt, he knew deep down he could never harm her. Not harming her was the decision he faced now as he rocked back and forth against her. He took a slow deep breath as he tried to regain a measure of control over himself, for if this continued he was going to enter her. He knew that to be true as well. He was going to grip her young bottom, jerk her down, and impale her as fiercely as his powerful frame was capable of. It would hurt her deeply, he thought. He needed her to be ready. He broke the kiss slowly, nibbling along the side of her jaw to kiss below her ear. Sensuality was not something that would have been expected of him but it was something her Father had learned well. Like all things knowing your enemy would ensure their defeat and he had often engaged in such maneuvering with his beautiful wife. Now though it was his daughter, his lovely young Aelia and he ran his tongue up along the curve of her ear before whispering for her ears alone. No other would hear the voice she heard in that moment. Raspy, driven, determined, and he needed her. Just as she needed him...Eurotas needed her. Climb off, my love. Off with you...up onto the edge and bend over for me. If you are mine then show me that you are.
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Trust was such a funny thing. Aelia had never been burned on trust so she was not as jaded as some, and yet she gave her trust out in small increments as though it were gold she could never get back. There were little coins dropped here and there in friends she took joy in spending time with, a few more heaps when it came to the Priests and Priestesses who conveyed her prayers tot he gods above. And then there was her Father. In him she had put all of her trust. In his heart was the vault which she had stored all of her trust, knowing that it would be secure, knowing he would treasure the treasure that she presented him with. And as the trust grew, love was its interest, adding to the sum of it all and amplifying it even so. There was no one in this world that Aelia loved more, because there was no one she trusted more. And this love between them now...though it was new and different...was not strange. Aelia kept waiting for the strangeness to kick in, the sudden realization that she couldn't go through with this, that this was as wrong as what some thought it was...but there was nothing. It was as though she was waiting for a storm that never came. And finally as he pressed his lips against hers and she felt the warm, slick taste of his tongue she decided she was going to stop waiting. Because this was that same love she had always known for him, always shown him, just merely wearing another face, another mask. And it was a damn good mask. Aelia let out a soft, low moan as he began nipping and licking her skin. Closing her eyes she arched her head back and felt the warm, wet touch of her long hair tickling the back of her shoulders. Yes, she shivered as his voice stoked the fire in her body. Yes, my love... Carefully she dislodged herself and turned away from him as she slowly walked towards the edge of the tub. Getting up onto the edge of the tub as he requested, she felt the cool touch of the stone against her hands and her cheek as she bent over. It was all cold away from her Father's touch. Nothing would ever feel as warm as his hands on her body again - not even fire itself.
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To say he approached her with worship in his motions would not have been an exaggeration. Coming towards her was like kneeling in the temples of the gods themselves, bending his head before a statue of Aphrodite and seeking as he had in his youth the favor of her upon him and his love. What had he wished for then when he had knelt with his betrothed next to him, beseeching the goddess for her touch upon their union? Was it that he would be granted prowess in bed as he had prowess on the field, or was it something more personal that held important at this particular moment. At this particular instant. Because he remembered, Eurotas remembered with perfect clarity what he had asked for when he looked up at the Goddess's carved and sensual face gazing down upon him. He had prayed for the blessing of a child. It should have perhaps represented not just strangeness for them both that he she had been born from his loins, but also perhaps sickness that he would gaze upon her in the haze of the room as the gods only intended lovers to gaze. Yet he felt none of that, just as she felt none of that. Instead he felt almost transcended at the sight of her nude flesh. The water glistening on her backside, tracing down in rivulets across her thighs, but they both knew what he was truly gazing upon. The way her bottom opened to revealed her tight young holes, the vision of her aroused labias and the offering of her flesh. She was like an avatar of the goddess herself and he felt as if he were in a dream as his hands came out to take hold of her once more. This time though he spread her lewdly as he knelt behind her, wishing to partake. It was a feast better than any other that had been offered to his lips. He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her sex, shivering as his eyes closed. Yet like in all things what might have been gentle was not so with her father. No, his head moved in and he captured her sex upon his mouth, his tongue spearing deep within her. He gave a low languid sound of approval from the back of her throat as he tasted her on his tongue, thrilling to the feel of ambrosia that began to smear slightly across his features. He had wanted her ready and he intended for her to be, and so he took his time in moving against her even as he did so in such a demanding flicking of his tongue. There was fire in his veins but he had it banked now, embers slowly being stroked as he satisfied his craving for her. And finally his tongue slid down further as he pressed his visage tighter against her rear, slipping to catch across the hardened nub of her clitoris.
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Aelia could feel her heart picking up a frantic beat as she heard him move towards her in the water. Was this it? Was it time for their bodies to join? She knew of the pain that would come - it was natural for every woman, but Spartan women were taught not to fear the pain. The pain was their final test, how they weathered it would determine if they were fit to bare Spartan children for their father's noble blood line. And there was no blood more worthy than her Father's! Aelia closed her eyes and took in a deep breath to prepare herself...but pain never came. Instead she felt his hands take a firm hold of the round, smooth skin of her rear and begin kneading it. He caressed and tugged at the skin, spreading her so that he could get a better look at her. Aelia was never taught to be ashamed of her nakedness but all the same she felt a rush of heat touch her face as she realized he was seeing more of her than anyone...even she had seen. But then she felt his tongue reach out and touch that sacred most private part of her. Aelia let out a loud gasp and arched her back in an instinctive reaction to the sudden surge of pleasure that took almost as tight a hold of her as her Father's hands. A low moan rippled from the back of her throat and made her legs shiver under the weight of the passion and pleasure he was giving her. By all the gods! Surely not even Ares pleasured Aphrodite as well as his tongue was pleasing her! Aelia felt her hips slowly rolling back into his lips as she craved more and more of that touch. It was instinct. It was the basest, more primal instinct. Pleasure. Giving and oh the sweetness of receiving! She felt her fingers pressing into the stone floor, curling her digits so that her top knuckles rubbed against the hard ground. Her breaths came in deep gasps and moans that echoed through out the bath house and made the rest of her body shiver in the deepest desire. She had known that men sometimes pleasured women in vast ways...but never had she ever imagined this would be done to her - for her. And she was utterly grateful. Aah-! Mmn...Father that-that feels so...so wonderful! she groaned as she reached back with one hand and began gently running her fingers through his hair to caress and massage his head show her appreciation as he continued to lick and suck her.
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He could have tried to pursue this further, he knew that. There were a myriad of ways that he could have pleasured her and she in turn could have provided to him. He could have had her lovely mouth, shown her the ways that a tongue could bring such pleasure to the body. He could have teased her with his fingertips, dipping deep within her again and again as his thumb rolled over her excited flesh. He could have brought her a small measure of pain, spanking her rear and tugging upon her hair...though he was certain that might very well happen. Yet all of that was something that would come in the future for them, all of that was something that would perhaps be explored when this moment ended. When this moment was in their past. She had offered him something, she had decided to give up her womanhood to him, to let him have her innocence and to make of her not only a woman but also a mother. It was time. She offered and he would take. His large frame straightened behind her after giving one final long caress with his tongue up her perfect sex. He straightened and with his hands on her ass he slowly moved her backside left to right, admiring what he was about to claim. His features were narrow, tight, the cheeks outlined as his jaw clenched and he moved forward in the water to brace himself on the warm stone. His muscled back tightened as he hunched down just slightly in a near squat behind his daughter, his hands sliding now along her body to caress over her bosom and them further so that he grasped her shoulders from underneath her. It brought his chest down against her smooth back, his face near to hers so that he could kiss her throat once more. He shuddered, the head of him finding with natural ease the waiting emptiness of his Aelia and he hissed at how slick and warm she was. There was no turning back now. Not now as he slowly teased with just the tip of his flesh and his voice whispered into her ear. Brace yourself. The strong thighs tightened. The hands gripped down upon her. There was the feeling of sudden motion and then her Father owned her completely. He speared her on that thick prick, no longer the gentleness that had pervaded some of their earlier motions, but the total taking of her virginity. He grunted with the force of his blow, his hips rocking up hard to slam against her taut rear and then it was over...her Father buried completely within her womb. No longer merely Aelia the daughter...but now Aelia the lover.
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As his tongue left her Aelia shivered but she did not whimper - her Father's hands were still roaming on her body and as long as there was that connection there was nothing to be upset over. The warm ridges of his finger tips travelled around her ass and she felt the breath start to quiver in her chest. There was something utterly erotic about the way he moved her, the way he inspected her. He inspected her as though he were a lion looking over the smooth curves of a deer it looked to devour, seeing if it was worth the effort. Certainly that might have put off other girls, but Aelia was not like other girls. She wanted her Father's hands, his tight grip, his lips and teeth pressing against all parts of her body. She wanted to be devoured - to be utterly taken in and surrender to the power of their combined desire. And as he shifted in the water and brought his tip to her opening she drew in a breath which came out as a long, pleading moan as he hunched over her, pressing his chest against her back. His hands wandered up her body, teasing and caressing her before settling on her shoulders. As he brought his head down to kiss her neck, Aelia shivered and arched her neck towards his lips. She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt his tip touch against her opening and she arched her back as well, which made her hips brush around his perfect tip. The lion had her now in its wicked, seductive grasp and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. I'm ready, she purred in a whisper back to him as she rolled her hips up against him once more. I love you, my Father... And then he entered her. She was already so wet, so slick, that his impressive member slid into her deeply and now she truly belonged to her Father. Aelia cried out as pain clenched around her lower body and she clenched her jaw and fingers tightly. This sacred pain, this last test to prove her worthiness, she wanted to prove herself to her beloved. In this moment the binds that solidified them as father and daughter fell away. There was no restriction, no boundary between them now - they were two souls made for one another, two bodies who craved one another. Yes. Even now as she was in pain, she could feel that desire radiating from every corner of her body. The momentary was nothing compared to the pleasure he had given her moments ago and would soon. Her body winced but the adoration for him in her heart - and her desire - only grew.