Thirst Altar🕯️

His hand scales the velvet hard length of himself in languid strokes. He surveys down the bed along your body, stopping at the curve of your stomach. The sight is arousing and terrifying in oftentimes blinding ways. Your drive wanes and ebbs at times, which he respects without needing to be told. Yet, he has never found you more stunning. The glow of your skin, how the flush of color he draws being between your legs blooms vermilion, that you even taste different to his tongue. It’s a delicacy to him. What really does his mind in is the gift you’ve agreed to share with him - another life brought into this world as his own child. Something so miraculous to him, so entwining and precious.

He’s also fighting an erection every time you turn around. As if summoned by his subconscious, you turn in your sleep. He’s begun to notice the changes in your breasts, wanting to kiss, lick, and worship every marker of your development. He’s seen how upsetting the stretch marks are to you, but cannot unsee it as an earned memory of your body working overtime to accommodate a new life. He loves every uniqueness about you and that includes the new lines that your breasts tell of your growth to support an entire new life growing inside of you.

In fact, the love and care only arouses him further. He sees your dedication, sacrifices, and trials in accepting your developments as a challenge you will conquer. One he’s happy to aid you in. His hand leaves his throbbing member to caress his eyes’ focus, biting his lip at the pebbling of your nipple. Even here you’ve changed, darkening and spreading, but he adores them in a new way, contrasting in the glow of the nightlight over his shoulder.

A groggy groan slips from your lips and travels right to his cock. Eyelashes fluttering sweep from the apple of your cheek to glance mid height and glimpse the cause of your burgeoning arousal.

“Mm, hello, handsome. Come here often?”

He snorts at your sleepy humor.

“Only as many times as you’ll have me, dear.”

“Even if I’m a little lazy right now?”

“We can make it work.”

He hardly finishes the statement before he’s pulling you to his chest, facing him. He lifts your leg to rest on his hip and plays his fingers against your apex until you’re dripping. It’s as simple as respreading his precome and using the wetness you coated his digits in to lubricate his cock before he’s nudging gently inside of you.

You hike your leg a little higher while he slowly makes love to your body. The angle is stimulating and stretches your hip in a way you didn’t know you needed, pulling groans from your lungs. You curl your leg over his ass and the backs of his thighs in a bid to get him deeper. He sees the cue as a cry for what it is and obliges, delving his dick in rutting madness against a spot that nearly blinds you with electricity.

He’s been gripping the soft flesh of your backside like a man starved of life’s pleasures. He always seems to fuck you with a raw passion that elates you, as if he may lose you tomorrow. Like he may drown without you to drift afloat in life’s insanity. Like your entire corporeal anchor may dissipate under his fingertips. Like he should waste not even a single breath without loving you with his entire being.

It’s a love full of passion that permeates your being, entwines your souls in unbreakable kindred affectation. It breeds an incorruptible bond that you both believe not even a god could break. No, only the God between your legs can affect you thusly. Only he has the power to move you in unfathomable ways. Ways that blossom networks of interlacing adulation, admiration, convoluted lust, merciless attachment like durable steel of knitted devotion, fulfillment unparalleled.

Before either of you realize it, his member imparts every ounce of his unquestionable adoration in milky rivulets that slip deep inside where no other may ever touch. Droplets of emotions unnamed trickle where his fingertips catch them. Though he is lost in your physical form, he is ever mindful of every part of you, comforting, understanding, supporting, genuinely loving.

You’d choose no other with which to weather life’s miraculous challenges. You thrive.