The Lavender Blooms

Family.

For most of someone’s short life, that’s where they will lean back, understanding it as where they should go when problems of life choke, knowing they will be protected in every meaning of it, physically, mentally, or financially. This is not an invention of a modern mind. Many forms of family relations appeared and changed across centuries, with uniqueness undeniable by the massive span of geography, shaped by human migrations and their endless needs.

Yet, what it composes of and how they work have remained intact despite such a large range, both in time and land. There’s the father, the head of every family, no matter how big or small. Beside him is the mother, a pinnacle of what a woman should strive to be—in now ancient paradigm. Then their children, sons—often prized higher—and daughters. Later on, as humanity migrated and expanded, animals would become integral parts of mankind’s familial bonds.

Despite their origin, it seems the Seven Sins Family is not exempt from it.

A young woman put down the hardcover of a book she had just read and found a bright, cloudless sky welcoming her shifted gaze beyond her open window. Mankind’s History of Family is the book she finished, laying closed and idle on her study table, besieged by stationery. Her brother wouldn’t miss it; He rarely read anything outside his interests.

Though he’ll definitely be curious why this second sister of his would even start reading a book. Levi is curious about herself as well now.

The chair’s flexible wooden spine moaned, accommodating her leaning figure. Hands lay under her modest, bra-less breasts; digits interlocking, thumbs dance slowly against each other to soundless beats. Despite the clear sunny sky, she has an opaque gaze.

She’s bothered by something, yet she can’t put her hands on what exactly that is.

What’s so confusing about family?

The definition of it, along with the many concepts and notions revolving around it, can be understood rather easily. What lies behind every demand born out of such connection, including how to act inside one, is like flipping a palm for the pink-haired girl. A deep single sigh was what she gave. If there’s anything she despises more than studying in class, it is studying at home, and these emotional hot bubbles in her heart when no one can help her clueless mind.

Ades.

That’s the name of her most beloved mother. An adopted mother, but her love for that purple-clad woman echoes truer than most children to their biological mother. Grandeur emulation for the self. The ideal woman. Levi looks up to her, one she wanted to be; one she knows will end up shaped as, for she took the path her mother laid.

The other side of said coin is what she found most confusing.

Father. Daughter.

Nothing built far more character inside a young woman’s mind—how she thinks, how she sees things, and how she thinks about herself—as significantly as what relationship was built between her and her father figure; it was written in the book she just read.

It also written that to read a woman’s character is to read what kind of relationship she has with her father, whether it came from a place free of harm which cultivates care and love, or a violent scorching hell manifested right into mortal reality that transforms a place of utter and complete protection into an undeniable screaming contest. That exaggeration made Levi chuckle while writing it down.

What a delicate, fragile kind of relationship that is.

Levi shifted forward, both arms hug a pair of her lifted, smooth legs. Her chin ends up resting between her knees. The stare she has become clearer now after thinking about something else that’s not completely unrelated.

Warmth of realization came like the sun’s ray through her bedchamber window, turning her breathing heavy. It pushes her back onto the chair spine, lifting and lowering her full cleavage that’s covered by a white-dominant, blue-lined sundress.

Finally, she has a grip on what’s been alluding her.

Those many shifts that came naturally with extreme positions. The changes. The thrills. Relationships that can be diamond-hard or cotton-fragile. That’s what she has to find out between her and that patriarch figure of her family.

No longer is she bound to a chair. Her eyes stare out of the window, standing with her palms on the flat table surface.

The engine’s rough purring sounds of a car entering the gate caught her attention.

She sighs. This essay can wait. Levi has research to do,

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There is no love in worship, as people often claim. It’s a simple and pure act of putting oneself as subservient to the worshipped. True worship laid all of its strength on how the power dynamic shifts and swirls.

Levi worships. Levi debased herself, a kneeling carnality on wooden floor. She brought subservience in the presence of the right being. She is in front of Him.

Her open mouth is a cave of freed lust and translucent saliva bridges. Invisible, gauze-smooth steam run along across pronounced veins that resemble roots. Tongue dances across it, off its base, following that trace of blue and red under roseate-colored skin, as if she’s licking ice cream and not a sweet maleness.

Table lamp’s orange flickers on its coated surface. Its gleam doesn’t mute the cherry sweet kiss marks on that hard, ruggedly tasty thing.

Levi shut her eyes closed since her knees fell, she remembers it vividly. The darkness in which her sense is engulfed by somehow enhances the taste her running tongue licked across such length’s bottom. Soft, gorgeous fingers ringed around its base, keeping it in place. Her blossom marbles bloomed, the eyes that stare back send shivers through and across her body.

That’s Him. Her Father. Her dearest Father.

Feruci looks in cold, depthless interest. A beautiful, sharp visage framed by blue hair. His gaze is almost fatherly, as if he’s watching her daughter working hard on a hard homework. He has both hands resting on the armchair of His seat. His erection came naturally from the care His doting daughter. The pleasure, however, will come through different techniques altogether.

Show me, was what He said to Levi’s appeal.

Tongue wades across those warm capillaries lining the surface beneath His member, from its very base up to its tip. Her tongue wobbles between sides repeatedly, leaving a deep gloss across it every time, which ends finally with a kiss on His tip. Levi let her lips separate further, giving a wet, mellow room for His being. Mounds appearing on her left or right cheeks.

She swallows the warmth deeper with each passing motion; her head pulled back, pushed down. Saliva wraps that handsome flesh-rod, with some slaver to its stock.

Her exquisite fingers trace up, drawing gliding dances across those slow pulsating veins. The saliva she glazes across that cock makes her feel like swaying to a ballet, each finger is an individual ballerina, pleasing it in tune with her tongue’s wave and swirl motions around the tip, which she lovingly syphoned upon also.

Hands slithered down, settling around its base, not to rise again. Levi envelops it into her mouth.

She’s taking it in with warm slowness, separating more of her lips after each inch. Throat muscle tensed as her lips finally reach the base. Her bloomed rose eyes rose up after a blink.  She looks up to Him, blessed in His presence. He’s burrowed deep in her for half a minute. For a moment, she forgot to breath.

She pulled out, a long loud gasp. Saliva hangs off her lips; one still coupled to that twitching third leg, slowly widen and then drooped.

“I will do more for you, Daddy!” Levi makes that handsome rod’s tip slaps her sticked out tongue. Feruci doesn’t answer but with a grin that means everything.

The world around them shifted with their desire. This workroom feels empty despite it being full of furniture; everything yet untouched is immaterial. The work table was moved several inches forward so she could kneel. It’s empty of papers. Only her hands are on its smoothness. Feruci watches as the girl makes the space between them wider by standing and makes another space between her thighs.

Two fingers trailed under the edge of Levi’s skirt. With them, she unveils her rear.

A plump heart shape welcomed Feruci. His hand, the size of her one butt, fondles them with a soft possessive grip. Levi bends deeper, pushing her curve and firm rear into a higher profile. They’re gorgeous, sweet looking, close or far. She pulls her panties to one side, showing her erotic folds. His cock twitches to it. Someone else would be doing something more by now. Levi’s classmate, as an example, would be jumping up and down, barking like lust-filled dogs after seeing what she showed.

Feruci’s reaction is a complete u-turn. It pulled her into Him.

He’s pressing a thumb on those delicious folds. He doesn’t try to push it in, instead rubbing it softly, with a soft pressure on her clitoris.

It’s hard to create a fake moan. Levi doesn’t even try. Trembling silky voice came out of her mouth every time His thumb grind perfectly. Levi turns with mischievious stare. “Touch me more, Daddy.” She shooked her rear side to side as she pulled down her panties slowly.

It’s now free to the warmth of air, to the slight of touch, and to the enjoyment of sight.

Feruci allowed Levi to have His manhood. It twitches again under her soft palm, as if the folds in front of it whispered sacred invitation through its wetness. Levi’s second lips grinds against its tip, then its hard shaft. The warmth coming from their intimate ‘kiss’ wraps across her body. He inspects with curious eyes at every shivering and trembling that appears on her. Including a single bullet of sweat running along Levi’s temple.

The pace lessened, then came to a stop when she kissed its welcoming base. Her plump rear flaunting so erotically, reposing buns to cuddle His meat.

Feruci kneads her ass, thumb and index finger parallel, gesturing forward with a push. Levi obeyed and hoisted herself. The manhood’s right under her. Its tip smooching her wet, glistening opening. See-through juice oozes off Him, adding the wetness there with distinct delectability.

She caught a breath. Pushing her body down and—schlop!—taking His second head in. Moan gushing out between her grinning teeth. Levi goes lower, driving her body through lip-biting pleasure, taking inch by inch that stretches her nether. It brings a unique, distinctive feeling, a taste that can’t be found in any other men, as if it were her first ever sex. She pushes it deeper, emboldened, and before she knows it, she already sits completely well on Him. Comfortable. Succor.

Feruci pulled her close, arms snaking around her. They’re hugging. If someone enters through the main door, they would see a daughter cutely sitting on her father’s lap, sharing mainstream bonding intimacy.

“Are you feeling well?” Feruci asked, putting His chin on Levi’s shoulder. Deep blue hair cascades over her chest, like branches that took over a neighbouring tree.

“I am... fine, Daddy.” Levi lost a single word for a split second when she felt her back zipper was completely down, which let His other hand through to her perky breast. “Please, I want to move it...”

Feruci breathes across her neck. He closees both eyes as He’s sucking on that pure skin, biting, sucking, licking it off. Levi tilted her head up. Her moans are a sign for more, in amount and intensity. He doesn’t stop on just one side. That neck of hers reddened through and through with kiss and bite marks.

“Now,” He leaned back, leaving only hands on His daughter’s hips and back. “You may move.”

Levi takes a deep breath, licking her upper lip, and begins to dance.

The repeating sound between flesh is a melody of lust and wetness—squelch!-squelch!-squelch!—echoing throughout the room. Levi moves above her beloved, delicious Father’s inches to enjoy Him vividly, entirely. She refuses to treat Him like any other man she threw away easily after.

As time stretched out, so did Levi’s pace on Him. Nipping her lower lip, she released both hands off the table and gripped the chair’s armrest instead. Every ‘squelch!’ makes her lower until lying on His chest.

Everything feels hot. Her chest. Her head. Her cunt. She has a heart, its beating strong and loud. Feruci put a palm on her breast, not even groping it, simply staying there, as if He could feel it behind. More. He hears it. He tastes it. He knows she wants more.

“Oh,” She moaned. “Y-you’re filling me!”

The extreme sensation from quick repetition between emptiness and fulfilment drives her quicker. Spit trailed down her lips. Moans came with every kiss her inside made with His bulbous prong.

She bites her lip after licking it. “Yes, yes...”

Both legs lost their grip on the floor. Levi tastes her own weightlessness. Feruci’s taking her to a large window behind them that supplies the room with sunlight. From here, she should be able to see the castle courtyard. The people there, though, would barely be able to see them. The pleasure has robbed Levi of all senses but for hearing and speaking. She does the latter more.

Levi doesn’t realize her hands are touching the window glass, fluttering. The sun kissed every part of her small being, an iridescent light, just like what Feruci’s doing. He marked what He wants. Levi pulled her trembling arms and ringed them around her dear Father’s neck. Fingers traced among blues, gripping a magnificently strong flesh-pillar.

“Daddy!” She yearned. “Oh! Oh!”

“Do you want to come, dear?” He chuckles.

A whimper stole her words.

“What’s that?” Feruci licks her neck.

“Yes!” Her mouth refuses to close. “Yes, I want to come!”

The feeling is urgent, and most importantly, it’s mutual. 

Her legs are hanging side by side without an inch of a gap. Feruci is a statue, a moving marble of beauty, where Levi is a twitching mess. Hotness shrugs in with every thrust.

She dances, convulses along with the thrusts; both mind and body shaken, kept up and continued. He is deep inside. Hot. Urgent. Levi’s moan intensified, higher than the last as it flew out. Juice had trickled across the floor. It’s now pooled under them, between their feet, continuing to splatter, after sliding off Feruci’s pistoning rod. Breast jumps with that mass of His.

Feruci grunted. The hotness peaked. It’s filling her.

Mouth refuses to close. She can’t. Her inside’s filled by rope after rope of thick cream into its brim. Levi couldn’t stop moaning, grinning, drooling; the hand that holds her up is under her stomach, grasping her inside from the outside. A hand of a Father who caresses His sweet daughter for the very first time.

Feruci breathes a soft air. He steps back, pulling Levi from the sun’s gaze, and puts her on that empty work table of His. Neck-long fuchsia hair scattered. He lets His own emission flow out of her and spots His table. He leans forward, blues pouring, face to face.

“Have you found what you need, dear?”

Levi answered with a running breath. “I-I have, Daddy...”

“Good,” He strokes Levi’s hair. “Now, you should finish your homework.”

“In a bit... okay~?” She’s half chuckling.

Feruci observed Levi for a moment. There was coldness, or was it hunger, creeping out of His eyes. He smiles and kisses her cheek.

“Take your time.” 

He walks into a book cabinet to read after adjusting His trousers. He reads, as if the girl was never here.

End.

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