11-27-2023, 10:50 PM
Halcron paused between the dulling of a painful pang, one that left him terribly scrambling of mental and emotional natured. Before he could respond to Vale's urgent coaxing, he felt his next breath hitch within his heavily rising and falling into descent chest, lowering his body once more before tilting his head half way backward with a breathless keening of moan-whimpering-grunt all mixed in at certain but more persistent levels, providing the necessary pressure needed and added that in the form of affirmative bodily reaction, basically he allowed his body to push without lowering his head, keeping it tilted back while he blinked with a passionate yet mind-boggled stare upward toward the ceiling above in the loft room they were both entombed in within the realm of eternal Darkness, the same of what was now casted over the lands of unnaturally deeming.
He did so without much coaxing, doing such by his body's commands and also in urge to set his weary sights upon his unborn, their unborn. He felt his head lolling slightly from it's previous laid back position upon his shoulderblades where they met beneath his neck and then felt it become numb of sudden nature, bobbing in time with each exerted downward compressed pushing movement. The flesh that was his belly was tautly stretched paper thin, almost to the point of no return, it was riddled with scars of struggle, bruises of surviving which would enrage any male if he was their female Significant and each movement unintentional or accidental pure felt like knives jabbing into and goring him till hollow. They reminded him of true horror, true punishment, these were weapons of manual destruction whose points reminded him of the fangs of vipers, the same of which he was told were of Vale's kind or "savages" as so to speak and as a child he was taught such fables, but as he grew, ventured out and matured he found that the Dark elves had some sort of residence in this mixed up world, some meaning within this endless dance of familiar or foe and now he believed that Darkness and light could coexist. Because one could not live without the other, and in completion, Halcron could not bear existence without his Dark one, his Vale.
He felt himself tempted to spiral from the path of truth, once more reminded of his way when he felt the presence of fingered digits applying gentle pressure to his anal ring, breathing forth softly, shakily muttering soft nothing from his lips as he stabled his breathing after the previous lone of nature one was finished. He ceased his pushing at the right interval after the natural contraction had eased up in ending, using this such opportunity to bond and reaching downward he reminded himself to keeping his slender yet shapely legs parted at acceptable spacing, exploring the gently spasming entrance in a slight teasing but informative way to further stimulate himself to loosen and expand further outward. "Indeed my Dark one, I am not much prepared to be a Papa but I -- I shall try my very best, I .. I promise .. I think I can feel the digits of his toes a bit against my hand a bit .. h-he must be close to a-arriving within the h-hour! and his flesh, his toes! they are so warm, a-and so .. s-soft .. so delicate of a sensation for a male though but that may be expected, or atleast .. I suppose .." He expressed a gentle sigh, completing the expression of vocalization with a gentle but outward giggle of giddiness, perking up as the tiny toes brushed against the tip of his fingers, causing the man to become aglow, illuminating hue of with a rich gold itself, vibrant and resonating searing warmth like the brightest star in the skies above..
The very sun itself.
He did so without much coaxing, doing such by his body's commands and also in urge to set his weary sights upon his unborn, their unborn. He felt his head lolling slightly from it's previous laid back position upon his shoulderblades where they met beneath his neck and then felt it become numb of sudden nature, bobbing in time with each exerted downward compressed pushing movement. The flesh that was his belly was tautly stretched paper thin, almost to the point of no return, it was riddled with scars of struggle, bruises of surviving which would enrage any male if he was their female Significant and each movement unintentional or accidental pure felt like knives jabbing into and goring him till hollow. They reminded him of true horror, true punishment, these were weapons of manual destruction whose points reminded him of the fangs of vipers, the same of which he was told were of Vale's kind or "savages" as so to speak and as a child he was taught such fables, but as he grew, ventured out and matured he found that the Dark elves had some sort of residence in this mixed up world, some meaning within this endless dance of familiar or foe and now he believed that Darkness and light could coexist. Because one could not live without the other, and in completion, Halcron could not bear existence without his Dark one, his Vale.
He felt himself tempted to spiral from the path of truth, once more reminded of his way when he felt the presence of fingered digits applying gentle pressure to his anal ring, breathing forth softly, shakily muttering soft nothing from his lips as he stabled his breathing after the previous lone of nature one was finished. He ceased his pushing at the right interval after the natural contraction had eased up in ending, using this such opportunity to bond and reaching downward he reminded himself to keeping his slender yet shapely legs parted at acceptable spacing, exploring the gently spasming entrance in a slight teasing but informative way to further stimulate himself to loosen and expand further outward. "Indeed my Dark one, I am not much prepared to be a Papa but I -- I shall try my very best, I .. I promise .. I think I can feel the digits of his toes a bit against my hand a bit .. h-he must be close to a-arriving within the h-hour! and his flesh, his toes! they are so warm, a-and so .. s-soft .. so delicate of a sensation for a male though but that may be expected, or atleast .. I suppose .." He expressed a gentle sigh, completing the expression of vocalization with a gentle but outward giggle of giddiness, perking up as the tiny toes brushed against the tip of his fingers, causing the man to become aglow, illuminating hue of with a rich gold itself, vibrant and resonating searing warmth like the brightest star in the skies above..
The very sun itself.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.