Down to my diaper.
Humiliation once more rises up, scorching every inch of my skin as he tugs the tabs free and lays me bare to the dancing, cheering crowd around us. With the pacifier still strapped to my mouth, I can’t even plead for him to stop, to take me upstairs to the privacy of his bedroom.
If I’m to be defiled tonight, I would at least like it to happen without an audience.
Some of my whining must be making an impression, though, because he again tries to quiet me. “It’s all right, little runaway. Daddy is going to take good care of you.”
And then his mouth is on me, his tongue sliding between my shamefully soaked lips, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves just inside me. When I manage to wriggle backward on the altar, away from his questing tongue, he simply wraps his arms around my thighs and yanks me back toward him with a low growl that vibrates against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my system.
Pleasure that only adds to my humiliation. Because I should not be enjoying this. I should notwantthis, should not crave the next touch of his tongue, or fingers or, god help me, his cock. Everything about what he is doing to me is shameful and wicked and wrong.
And I must be even more wicked and wrong than he is, because I do want more. Tears slip from my eyes as a familiar pressure grows low in my belly with every swipe of his tongue over my swollen clit.
Pulling that aching bud between his lips, he sucks and the pressure increases, making me writhe against the altar for entirely different reasons now. Instead of escape, all I seek is some kind of relief from the pressure. From theneedgrowing inside me. Desperate and clawing, with razor-sharp fingers digging into me, dragging to the knife’s edge of sanity.
And then it happens. That pressure inside me shatters and pleasure floods my veins, hot and molten and so exquisite I think I might actually die from it. So strong it rips yet another scream from my throat, muffled as it is from the pacifier and my mind goes completely and utterly blank.
What the fuck wasthat?I would call it an orgasm, but it was so much more than anything I’ve ever been able to give myself before that the word fails to fully capture the enormity of what just happened to me.
My mind and body are still reeling from the maelstrom of pleasure when something thick presses against my entrance. Forcing me to open for him, an act I no longer have the strength or the will to fight as he pushes inside me.
He’s…huge. Somehow even larger than I realized when I had him down my throat, and there’s a burning pain as my body gives way, adapting for the size of him.
“Fuck.” The single syllable is little more than a groan as his fingers grip my hips, digging into the soft flesh there as he rocksagainst me. “That’s it, babygirl. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that pretty little pussy. Just like that, little one.”
All around us, the sounds of celebration swell even louder, his family cheering us on as my husband claims me for the first time right here on this altar. It’s horrible and humiliating and sinful.
And my body is enjoying every single second.
Without conscious thought, my hips lift to greet him, welcoming him in as the thick length of him threatens to split me wide open. My hands, still clasped in this blasphemous parody of prayer, tighten around the brush as that odd pressure from before begins to build inside me again. Pain and pleasure meld together, a deliciously diabolical cocktail that makes my head swim and fresh tears pour from my eyes.
His fingers tighten on my hips, another flash of pain that only drives my burgeoning pleasure higher as his movements grow increasingly frantic. And I know then his brother was right. This is a claiming, the most brutal and beastial kind. With every stroke of his cock inside me, I become more and morehis.
Until, at last, that pressure inside me shatters again, pleasure flooding my veins once more in time with Axel’s roar of release, and the warm, sticky feeling of his cum filling me up. His family’s cheering reaches a crescendo, joining in with our climax.
Staring down at me, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, Axel smiles, his heavy beard shifting with the movement.
“Welcome to the family, my little runaway.”
Axel
It’s agony,forcing myself to pull free of my Little one’s tight little cunt. But she took me so well, especially for our first time, and she deserves a reward.
Wrapping the diaper around her again, a deep pleasure, primal and possessive, wells in my chest. She’ll spend the rest of the evening with her diaper full of Daddy’s cum until she finally uses it for the first time and I’m forced to change her.
The thought of my babygirl using her diaper fills me with a joy unlike anything else I’ve experienced, but I can admit I’m disappointed at the thought of her diaper no longer being full of my cum. Perhaps I’ll just have to fuck her whenever she uses the it, to keep my essence stuck to her skin every second of every day.
With the thick cotton back in place, I gently pull the ropes from her hands and pass the hairbrush off to a grinning Gray before removing the pacifier gag and tucking it in my pocket in case it’s needed later. Scooping Melanie up from the table-turned-altar, I hold her against me, her head resting on my shoulder as I sway back and forth.
“Such a good girl you are, my sweet little Lanie.”
“Nobody calls me that.” Her words are slurred with exhaustion, making her sound even younger than ever.
“Your Daddy does. And your new family will. It can be our special thing, just for us, if you want.” Yeah. I like the sound of that. A new name for her new life with her new family.
Music, softer and sweeter than the clanging my family subjected us to during the consummation of our marriage fills the room. It’s an older melody, one I can remember our parents dancing to in the kitchen before they were taken from us, and emotion lodges in my throat as I spin my babygirl around in circles.
Our first dance as husband and wife. I wish my parents could be here to see this.
