It was bliss. My father focused his tongue and licked circles onto the nape of my neck. The sound of his breathing was hypnotic. I found myself lost until he stopped. I was suddenly cut-off from the comfort of his grasp. He ignored me, reaching to turn off the water as my need took ownership of my body. I slid back to my knees as he stood completely. I watched, growing more desperate, as he stepped away to close the door; I even considered clambering after him. What felt like an eternity was a mere blink.
He faced me and his hunger was apparent. He held his fingers to his nose and his eyes glistened as he smirked, “Such a feminine smell mixed with sweat… Thank you for your show earlier. You know I am always watching you, Veztia. You captivate my every faculty. I promise to show you lots of affection today.”
I smirked and nodded as he returned to me. Once close enough, I nuzzled the bulge in his pants as he fiddled with his belt. He was stalling, making me wait, and I looked up at him as I placed my hands over his own. I wanted to remain calm, but my desires began trickling out. I took over, deftly unclasping his leather belt as he petted my hair.
“Is your thirst so overwhelming?” His sarcasm was apparent as I freed his erection and wrapped my mouth around it, savoring the sweat and musk. I found it impossible to wait any longer and loved the rough taste and smell. I swallowed around him, then rolled my tongue as I released him, so his manhood glistened as it hovered over my nose. I looked beyond it and caught his eyes with mine.
“Yes, but I can be patient. I want to drink it all, only not with my mouth.”
I lean back as I spoke, spreading my legs to give him complete view of my body. He needed to see how desperately I craved him. I remember arching, stretching my neck and reaching down to slip two fingers into my virgin hole. I desired him so intensely. He swore to protect my chastity, but I gyrated against my hand with hope that he would succumb to the impetus.
It took years for my father to descend and willingly join me. My innocent form provided enough allure to bewitch him into watching, but he remained reserved. My father refused to even kiss me until I reached adolescence. My breasts were finally budding, and I was allowed to keep the small patch of pubic curls on my mound. Only after I turned eleven, and with coaxing and liquid courage, he finally allowed me to touch him. His body and tongue became my playground. In that moment, both Veztia and my blue flame were conceived. Alongside my white Bindi, my waist beads were a constant reminder that my body was mature enough to pursue further delights. Every auspicious year, he would pierce a new hole through the cartilage of my ears. Now, we only had two years left before my coming-of-age ceremony. Before he pierced my nose, before his ring finger dotted my forehead with turmeric, I wanted to give my father everything. If he insisted on surrendering me to someone far less worthy, he should at least have the first taste.
I watched him, matching the tempo of my wet sounds to the pace of him masturbating over me. His eyes burrowed into mine and I was plunged into delectation. My orgasm came too quick. I was too wound up to hold back, and my father took the opportunity to press his enflamed tip to my mouth. I kept conscious by sucking and gagging at his frenzied pace.