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Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

It should have been a heart breaking moment for the father to see his daughter in such a moment, to see her pushed to the point that she was off kilter and uncertain in her intentions. Even for him it touched something deep within and he felt part of himself wanting to reach out to comfort her. Yet, this was not the man he was and while he might provide stability it was always a cold comfort. Perhaps there was more to him than the wrought iron soul that seemed unyielding. Perhaps he could bend. Some part of him called out to her in that moment, a deep seated wish that their loved had never changed and that she would always gaze upon him with admiration, and yet he could not say such words at the moment. It was there in his eyes, the small measure of regret hidden behind the certitude that he intended to keep moving forward with his conquest of the only woman he had ever truly loved. He moved to stand next to her and his hand came to rest upon her shoulder. He did not move to pursue anything of the sort that he had indulged in, this night was over and the terrible passion that had consumed them had sputtered our and died in the temple proper. The strong fingers grasped her through the fabric of her robes and provided some measure of foundation to this moment. How often had he approached her and touched her shoulder in the same fashion as she struggled through a particularly vexing problem? This was no different as she came to terms with what she had just said, as she began to understand the vista that might open up before them due to tonight's events, and he said nothing as he merely let her gain a measure of her composure. If he was any other man to have her sitting so lost before him he might take advantage of that moment, but he was not any other man nor would he indulge in the need to have more from his young beauty. His voice was calm and quiet as he spoke. It is late and the morrow comes soon. It is time to rest, my princeps. His princess, an old nickname to be sure, one hardly used these days, but one that seemed all the more fitting now. His hands moved to bend over just slightly, his legs bending as he picked her up with an ease that would have been astounding in most men his age. There was no effort on his part, barely a hint that he exerted himself as he cradled her in his arms, having not asked permission to do so and it had never occurred to him to ask for it. He had informed her it was time to rest, now he moved to ensure that she did. His shoulders were strong, his back broad, and they would make a comforting place for his young girl to rest her head as he carried her to her bed to lay her upon it. It would be for her to decide their course now and he would cede that decision even if she had already whispered it into the air. She would deny him nothing, would the truth of that hold?
Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

Morning dawned and brought with it dreary skies and heavy rains that mirrored Aurelia's mood. She woke alone in her own bed, still wrapped in the robe from her bath, hair disheveled from not being properly combed. The cooling rains pattered upon the tiled roof and tinkled musically down copper fixtures that diverted the water to the cultivated areas of her private courtyard. The stones were slick with the rain, reflecting back the dark clouds that rolled over the city. The scent of moisture filled her room, and a slight breeze danced about the sheer curtains hung at her windows. For a moment, that single moment between slumber and wakefulness when lingering dreams befuddled the mind, her world was perfect, quiet, and still. But perfection was an illusion that shattered all too easily. Her face crumpled as memory returned and the mental image of her father's deception crashed into her with full force. She turned away from the window, burying her face into her pillows as though to hide from forbidden acts in which they'd engaged. She'd had no knowledge of his identity until he'd revealed himself to her, but Aurelia was no innocent party. Perhaps she had been manipulated, even as a child, and guided to one path or another, but she knew that had she not dedicated herself to the worship of Bacchus, her father would have never had the opportunity to defile her. Perhaps our natures are similar, she conceded. If he had the power and influence to arrange for her to join the rites in the great temple, if he was so well known to the priests and priestesses there that they would allow him the main sacrifice upon the altar, then it stood to reason that he had worshiped Bacchus for far longer than she -- perhaps his entire life. But he hid it so well ! There had been no outward sign of his inclinations. Never had he laid a hand upon her in any manner save that of a loving father. Truly, she had never seen him lay with a woman, but she assumed he hadn't the need to take another wife, nor even the drive to seek comfort in another woman. I bet he's been fucking his way through priestesses for years , she thought unkindly. No matter that she'd been doing the same with the priests, debasing herself at every opportunity. Angrily, she threw one of her cushions at the wall as she rose from bed. Drawing the robe about her, she collected her brush and then settled near the open doorway to run the bristles through her dark chestnut hair, easing it over tangles as she stared unseeing into the courtyard. The gloom made it impossible to know how late in the day she'd slept and how many meals she'd missed, but she found that she had no appetite for food. She craved the life she'd had, before the truth had poisoned her love, wishing to return to the moment the invitation had reached her so that she might emphatically decline. She wanted to hate him, but every fault she saw in him she also saw in herself. She loathed him for that, and loathed herself because of it. Last edited Jul 30, 2018
Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

For a moment, Aurelia thought to defy him. What would he do if she simply turned away, ignoring his entreaty? Would he pursue her? Would he press the issue? Would he come to her bed in the night and force himself upon her? No , she thought, he is not so base as that . She truly did not think he would hurt her, ravage her without her permission, for he could have done that so easily at any point in her upbringing. No, he wished for willing submission to his needs, a willing partner to fulfill his incestuous desires. For a moment, she thought to defy him. The impulse flitted across her expression, though the slightness of it was lost in the distance between them and the dim lighting of the stormy day. A flash of memory rose -- of his mouth buried in her sex, tongue exploring her folds, the first burst of orgasm that flowed through her as he devoured her clit. She wanted to defy him, but those memories were still too fresh for her to ignore. The moment passed. She sighed to herself as she set her brush aside. Stepping from her room into the rain soaked courtyard, her bare feet met the cool stones unflinchingly. In a matter of moments, her robe was saturated with water. It soaked through the thin, white material to reveal all the robe once concealed. The fabric clung to her curves, outlining her womanly figure, both alluring and lewd in a way that sheer nakedness could not obtain. Her dark hair hung heavily with the rain, soft waves clinging to her face and neck, dripping with tiny prisms of light that clung for but an instant. Her heart fluttered in the pulse at her throat as she paused with a few feet between them still. She would not embrace him as a father. That privileged affection was lost to him and would be slow to return. Sullenly, she stared through the rain, judgment within her eyes and a hint of disapproval tugging at her full lips. She'd confessed in the night, crushed by the realization that she did share his nature, but the weight of that confession had yet to be tested. Would it hang heavily with truth? Or flit away as easily as a feather caught in autumnal winds? Moments passed and her nipples hardened with the chill, easily seen as they puckered the translucent fabric. She knew, of course, and made no effort to conceal herself from him. It was a teasing gesture, one he might likely resist, but it gave her a slight thrill to know how difficult she could make his life now. Such torment she might inflict simply by revealing the curve of a breast or the glimpse of her shapely rear. Would he be able to withstand the tortures? Or would he allow his baser nature to control his cock? She waited patiently to see.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

There were probably quite a few men who wouldn't mind seeing Ada Thompson-Hyde in nothing but her knickers and some exotic jewelry. And one could hardly blame them. The young dusky skinned English-Indian beauty had the exotic looks and buxom figure that drew the male eye instinctively toward her. Which was all well and fine, unless one had academic ambitions, then it became more bothersome than flattering. Which is why Dr. Ada Thompson-Hyde decided to take refuge at the prestigious, if somewhat isolated, Tasyan Academy for Young Ladies. Since the staff and administration, with the exception of the dean, were strictly women, it was the sort of place that bright, ambitious young educators flocked to. Point of fact, at 28, Ada was probably the oldest woman on the staff. Ada also held the position of Vice-Administrator, second only to the Dean, which was quite remarkable, as in any other facility, she would be a untenured junior instructor at best. Another item of note was that Tasyan Academy was aimed at giving education opportunities to young ladies from underprivileged backgrounds so that, again with the exception of the Dean, all of the staff and students were of non-Northern European background. In addition, the admitting staff of Tasyan Academy was very strict about accepting potential disciplinary problem, so all of their students all either high school or college age students came from very conservative backgrounds. The instructors and staff members of the Academy usually followed suit. This led to the very statistically odd but still possible situation where, with the exception of the dean, every resident of Tasyan Academy, but faculty and student, was a virgin. In addition, though the teachers and students of Tasyan didn't look English, Tasyan Academy was still a very English school, with its dedication to Sport. This led to every woman on campus being very fit and it should be note that even the plainest woman on the Tasyan campus would be considered a great beauty in any other setting. In her office, the very conservatively dressed Ada Thompson-Hyde, in her buttoned to the collar blouse and almost ankle length skirt, sat behind her desk as she waited for the arrival of the newest instructor to Tasyan Academy, not knowing that the woman she was expecting was actually going to be a man.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

Jaime meandered a bit in the deans office before taking his first few steps towards the hall way. He stuck out like a sore thumb, standing taller than most, if not all, of the girls, his form fitting clothing and more relaxed demeanor set him apart from the conservatively dressed women, not that he needed help being set apart. He kept his eyes straight, his gaze hanging well above the heads of the girls around him. He had a simple objective, one that he kept repeating to himself in his head, Don't look like a pervert, don't look like a pervert. He could only imagine the thoughts in the students heads as he passed by, How'd a man sneak in? - It's obvious why he'd want to teach here. - He's probably doing this for free. Jaime continued on, and while the deputy administrator's office was not twenty seconds from the dean, simply around a corner of the immaculately clean and polished to a shine hallway, it felt like an eternity in Jaime's mind. Still, step by step he went forward, cutting the corner, he quietly opened the door to her office, pulling it closed with the gentlest of touches. He sighed quietly of relief, at least he was surviving, his hazel gaze turned towards the desk, than up to who was sitting at it. He paused, making sure his eyes didn't linger on any particular part, though the temptation to do so was real. The dean didn't tell him the woman he was meeting with would be the most beautiful he'd ever seen, nor did he tell him her name. He smiled politely pulling the chair on the other side of the desk and taking a seat. Hello, I'm Jaime, Jaime Velmeti? Jaime said politely, he looked her in the eyes, giving a calm, polite smile, I'm the....um....new literature teacher. I don't know what I'm doing.....here! Today! I know how to teach, but I don't know where my classroom is, he said with an awkward chuckle. In any other context Jaime might be smoother, even flirt with her, but given the situation he felt like he had to walk on eggshells. The dean, Tom, he said you can help me, it's a pleasure to meet you miss.....? Jaime held out his hand to shake hers, letting it hover above her desk, closer to her than him.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

Ada was looking down at the folders when someone entered her office. She was reviewing paperwork concerning the introduction of more advanced automation into the Academy's maintenance departments when Jaime walked in. Take a seat, I'll be with you in a second, she said, without looking up, her concentration. Technically, the Dean was in charge of the Academy. In reality, the Dean served primarily as the liaison between the Academy and its board of trustees. In reality, Ada made the day-to-day decisions, as well as the budget recommendations. True, the Dean had to approve her recommendations before forwarding them on to the board, but in the two years she had held her position, the Dean had only made very minor changes in her quarterly budget recommendations before passing them on. When the other person who had ienterd the room began introducing themselves, Ada nodded, still not looking up. The Academy had been expecting Jaime Velmeti. They were going to ease Ms. Velmeti into some of the smaller cl---- Ada suddenly froze as her brain registered the fact that Ms. Velmeti was talking to her in a masculine voice. Ada looked up to discover that Ms. Velmeti was talking to her in a male voice because Ms. Velmeti was Mr. Velmeti! Ada listened to Jaime Velmeti's introduction, still nonplussed. Not only was he a man, he was a fair skinned one as well, making him stick out in a campus devoid of individuals of Northern European descent, save for the Dean himself. Ada listened to Jaime ramble on about his classroom assignment and being able to teach in literature, his primary subject. Ada knew this, of course, having reviewed his application,, as well as seconding the Dean's hiring of him. But that was when she thought he was a she. Which he obviously wasn't. Mr. Velmeti extended his hand, in way of introduction. Ada just let the hand hang there, still momentarily shocked. Finally Ada responded,, still not accepting the proffered hand. Doctor Thompson-Hyde, Mr. Velmeti. I am in charge of day-to-day operations of the Academy, including faculty assignments, since Dean Thresman isn't permanently ensconced on the grounds. Point of fact, the Dean is only her for a limited time during the quarter, usually for budget meetings, greeting the new faculty and the like. Good Heavens, Ada thought to herself, this Mr. Velmeti must have already settled in to his lodgings. A surreptitious look at her computer showed that, but fortunate happenstance, Mr. Velmeti had been assigned one of the newer faculty cottages that were isolated and set aside from the other residences and the various dormitories. Still, that didn't solve the problem of Mr. Velmeti himself. Mr. Velmeti, Ada began slowly, I'm afraid there's been something of a mistake here. The Tasyan Academy has a strict policy of only allowing female faculty and students. The only exception to this rule is Dean Thresman. And since Dean Thresman is not a day-to-day fixture at the Academy, this doesn't present itself as a problem. Which, frankly Mr. Velmeti, your presence does.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

Jaime's hand hovered idly over the desk, a blank look of calm determination on his face, I.... he started, a confident verbal step forward, his lips prepared the other words, eyes looking directly into Ada's, .....knooooow...... Jaime said, the word dragging on, the look of cool confidence fading away as he retracted his hand and leaned back into his chair. He supposed someone was going to tell him he didn't belong there eventually, it being her felt like the worst rejection of his life. He adjusted his glasses, composing himself with a small chuckle, sitting back up in his chair, he looked over at Ada. I apologize, I applied to teach here not knowing it was an all girls, nearly all minority boarding school, it was just somewhere I sent my resume too and got a promising response from. Somewhere, someone marked me down as a woman, and because of my name, no one found it suspicious. I had to move here, and didn't have the opportunity to tour the grounds or be oriented like the other teachers, I just found out today what this place really was, Jaime said, a look of understated defeat on his face, though he smiled, if anything, he could take the situation in good humor. I look at myself in the mirror, Dr. Thompson-Hyde, I know I am indeed very white and indeed very male. I stick out like the sorest of thumbs here, hanging my head low does little to disguise myself I'm afraid, Jaime adjusted in his chair, I would turn tail and flee, but I'm afraid I don't have the finances or time to do so, I'm stuck here, for the semester at least, so let me make your life easy for you. Just tell me where to be, when to be there, and who to teach, and I will be on my very best behavior. If you so wish, I will hide beneath my desk between classes and you may lock me in my apartment at all other times, think of me as a very out of place mop, more tool than man, Jaime, at the very least, had a way with words given his education. Tht doesn't sound too bad, right? Jaime said with a small, hopeful glance at Ada, he was sure to maintain eye contact, the last thing he needed was for his gaze to wonder with the first person who called out the situation.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

There still remains the question of whether you will actually remain on the campus or not, Mr. Velmeti, Ada replied. She waved him quiet before he protest. I am not without sympathy for your situation, Mr. Velmeti. But I have a situation of my own to consider. I am responsible for the day to day operations of the Academy. And I have to consider the impact of your presence on the Academy. Dean Thresman may not be overly concerned, but he is not on the campus on a daily basis. I have three hundred young ladies to consider, which does not include another thirty staff and faculty. This is a group of women that I personally am responsible for. If I don't call the Board of Trustees now to ask them to remove you, I am just as responsible as Dean Thresman for any problems that occur because of you. I need to think about this for a minute, Ada added, nibbling on her thumbnail thoughtfully.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

Jaime clenched his jaw, the last thing he wanted was for the Board of Trustees to get involved. At best, it would make his time working there that much harder, at worst, it would mean losing his job. He had to figure out a way to saw the administrator just a little, just enough to where she wouldn't make the phone call just yet. He was sure with just a week, or even a few days of him teaching, she wouldn't have a problem with letting him stay for the rest of the semester. Dr. Thompson-Hyde, you seem like an incredibly capable person, Jaime said with a polite smile, I understand your concern, I do, and if calling the Board is something you feel you have to do, I won't stop you, that is your decision, but.... Jaime let his voice trail for a moment, ...there may be a few complications, and I, personally, would advise against it. Imagine how it would look on the school if they hired a teacher then fired him immediately because he was a male, going against the employment contract I sighned, and imagine what the board would say to you and the dean for hiring me in the first place, Jaime shrugged, I would understand the decision, and I understand it was all a misunderstanding, but would they? Jaime leaned back in his chair, And the girls of this school, they'll have to deal with men eventually. Having one around, just for reference or to do mock interviews with, or converse with, might be healthy. Even if I'm basically just some sort of zoo exhibit in a cage behind my desk, at least they'll get some experience in dealing with a man, Jaime argued, and I am just one man, a well behaved one at that, I passed all the required background checks, and it would be for just one semester. I'm sure you're capable enough of keeping an eye on me, no? Jaime smiled innocently, he hoped this would by him a little time to show he meant no harm.
Thread: Among the Students (MyMockingbird and Midnight Lass)

Ada's eyes narrowed as they focused on Jaime. Please do not presume to either bully or badger me, Mr. Velmeti. We have two prominent barristers, a sitting member of Parliament, and a former Senior Law Lord on this Academy's Board of Trustees, not to mention the varied Captains and Ladies of Industry and Society one expects on such bodies. I assure you, any embarrassment you presuppose that would result from the abrupt cancellation of your contract would be non-existent. And as to your removal after you've been so recently hired, my job is exactly that. To filter out any mistakes made during the hiring process. And I assure you, in the eyes of the Board, hiring you would be considered an embarrassing but forgivable faux pas. Failing to filter you out once I realized a mistake had been would be the unforgivable sin. And yes, the young ladies at this Academy will need to interact with their male counterparts at some point in the future. But this Academy was constructed so that, for now, that eventuality is to be put off until our students leave the grounds. And, to be blunt, Mr. Velmeti, that policy isn't to be countered by someone who just stepped foot on the grounds of our Academy. Since you weren't aware that ours was a single gendered institution, and have not seen the results of our facility's policies, how can you possibly be in a position to judge them? And now, Mr. Velmeti, Ada concluded, her eyes blazing, You will bloody well sit there and shut up while I try to think. Because one more word from you until I make my decision, one more attempt at exaction, one more smarmy demonstration of pop psychology, and you and your belongings will be flown out of here within the hour. Now be quiet while I think!