DDLG Poetic Erotica: Perfect

It's not the hard light battering your soft body, or the mattress on which you lay. It's not the buzz of alcohol in the air or the games we play. The roles we enact, nor the wedding dress still clinging to you, ephemeral as if imbued by angels. No, it's you- solidly you- that I move across the bridal suite to.

You summon me with your being, without ever needing to call. I heed- You message to me on a static frequency tonight, encrypted with pheromones, solely betwixt me and you. Your eyes are tragic tonight in the fashion they yearn for me. If you don't get your fix of me now, you'll evaporate into mist- in a magical plume of baited breath. There's an actual sadness to it, as if by watching me enter the room, you simultaneously see a world without me, scaring you half to death. Merely hours ago we vowed til' death do us part and now here we are to fully connect. I start my right hand on the back of your neck.

The animal instincts have a pastel pink filter over them. You whisper, "Daddy, be gentle," before anything's even happened, while we're both still fully clothed. And I am gentle- with my kisses upon your throat. You're like porcelain or china to me, or even a gorgeous little bubble I can see every colour of the world inside of. I dare not treat you too roughly in this moment. We share passion in our kiss, and I lay you down with nurturing care. I'm at your neck like a vampire, all the time wishing to bite, but somehow brandishing restraint. Nature succumbs to my sheer will as I softly stroke your hair. The more restraint I give, the more you yearn for me to break it. I am edging you solely with my kiss. You close your eyes with a smile and relinquish.

I kiss your special places so not a single is amiss, as my mouth trails under your dress. I court you with my tongue as I attempt to taste every single inch of my aching princess. All which is only mine forever onward is mine now in this moment. And in this moment you feel like everything in the world. Your stomach and legs and breasts are richer than colour on the first days of bloom. You thought of me- your princess parts are soft, bare and sweetly perfumed. You give your body like an offering to me and I accept. Upon the altar, I please my angel, as it pleases me. I rejoice in being your new owner, your new God. Your whimpers staccato, and I'm in love with your voice. I lap your juices greedily until you'd think you'd have none left. I wrap on your door as you shoot over the edge.

And into my arms, softly you land. I can feel the way you feel, held firm in the grasp of my hands. It only takes a fraction of a second to know it's time. The end has come for my little girl's world without me inside. You brace yourself and I urge a kiss to cover through the potential first-time pain. I feed you assurance, I pet you like a scared kitten. I rub my length up your warm, wet lips, then down again. You saved yourself for this moment, for the man of your dreams, for which now you are fully smitten. The only will I have is to fulfill your every fantasy, to take upon myself this sweet burden I've been given.

White-clad with only the panties removed you look just like an angel. "Please, Daddy, put it in," you mutter under your breath. I haven't the faith in any other God to repent. I sink into you, bleeding you- I force hard and your hands wrap around me, head pressed firmly to my chest. You're the one I make cry now as I protect. I can tell it hurts, but the time for restraint has passed. Your eyes reaffirm- earlier was the time for your pleasure, and now is for your man. I enact nature's vices upon my little bride. We never even discussed protection, and I can feel my precum leaking inside. I let out soft moans that can be translated approximately to, "Tonight I will breed you." You succumb to me, cum-drunk already. Your mind has become one-track, you only want me to seed you. We make so much noise I'm sure the whole hotel can hear, and the bed looks like it's been left out in a monsoon. I fuck you so hard you piss yourself but every atom of you begs me to continue. You haven't the will to be embarrassed. We are just flesh and emotions and I tunnel to your deepest reaches, I scream off your terraces.

"Perfect," I scream silently inside. But in a silence audible to the eons of our sweet embrace. You're howling it too from mountaintops and oceanfloors, much more Earthly like a mother, echoes seeping into reality in the way you pivot your hips. Granting me access ever-deeper, for my inevitable moment of eclipse. I clench your hand in mine and you gesture me onward. "Cum in me, Daddy," you whimper. And I don't pause for a second thought. We are madly one in this moment, cycling outward unto forever. You can feel my pulse race, my grip tighten, from the magnitude of my aggression bubbling over. You are contact-high, blinding lights overtake all. The room, the dress, the bed, even its stains now disappear. Was it all ever there at all? You and I are all to remain. It's a fade-out followed by a fade-in, to the room I recall this all happened in. Panting tantric and sparsely, it's hardly been a moment and we're still locked in embrace. I pull out, careful not to leak too much of my love from your fertile womb. You place your head on my chest and we nestle together for infinity under the lavender moon.