Suck his cock

You place the bowl on the corner of your bed, and drop to your knees. You can see your Father's excited nervousness, writ large across his face as you gaze into his eyes. His desire always wars with his conscious, but you have been helping him realize that in the Mistress's eyes you are part of a sacred rite, one that brings life back to the dying earth, and happiness and joy to the miserable lives of her people.

You unbutton the top of your dress and slide it across your shoulders, revealing your large shapely breasts, blessings of the Mistress, having begun to finally grow and develop after you began your worship, only a few short months ago. Your Father's eyes go wide as they always do upon the sight of your naked chest, and you finally, tenderly reach out and work his trousers, down to his knees, freeing his cock. Which you would swear has been growing since he has been giving offerings with you.

You grasp your delicate fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke. Your hand pumping up and down in a soft rhythm. "Are you ready Father?" you ask, gazing up into his eyes, the answer written across his face and in the swelling meat within your hand. You enjoy it's vital warmth for a moment, before pressing your lips to his tip.

Your Father gives out a shivering gasp and his rough hand strokes through your hair. Your lips part and you slide his cock into your mouth, you feel his cock spasm and a salty taste coats your tongue as you work your way down his shaft. You moan softly from the taste and the wonderful feeling of being able to give pleasure to the Father who has given you so much.

You can hear your Father's moans and you gaze up to drink in the look of pure bliss upon his face. Your lips slide back and forth, faster and faster, sliding his swollen meat deeper and deeper into your throat. The sacred place between your thighs burns with excitement and you tremble with the heat filling your slender body. Finally you manage to slide him completely down your throat, your nose pressed against his groin, you drink in his scent and feel your head swim with drunken ecstatic arousal.

Your lips slide back and forth, drool running from his shaft as you work on his pleasure, loud slurping and gulping sounds echo through the cottage. Eventually you feel the tell tale swelling as your Father's pleasure reaches it peak. With a loud pop, you free his cock from your lips and grasp at your offering vessel. One hand strokes your Father's cock, willing him to complete his worship. "Cum for me, give the Mistress your seed." you moan huskily, your throat raw.

Your Father's cock swells and the erupts to a pulse, his white seed coating the inside of the brass vessel. "Alisa...." he moans as his cock shoots rope after rope of sticky seed into the vessel. Your hand races along his spit slick shaft, driving his pleasure. The bowl begins to warm and glow in your hand, the carved figures now traced in a soft light. Your Father's cum glows and then vanishes, the vessel completely empty like it was never there.

"The Mistress is pleased with our offering." you smile placing the vessel on your bed and running a hand through your hair with a pleased smile upon your lips. The hand still on your Father's cock strokes it lightly before squeezing out the last few drops onto your tongue...which you swallow with a visible shiver of pleasure. "Thank you Father." You purr and give the tip of his softening cock a soft kiss.

"Alisa...." your Father begins to pull up his trousers, now in the throes of his post worship clarity, he begins his usual guilty spiral. "I..."

You rise and pull your dress back over your shoulders, covering yourself. "Enough, there is nothing wrong with what we are doing...since I began my worship, do you not feel stronger? Does the land our family work not seem more bountiful, more fertile? Has our family not become healthier, livelier since I began my worship?" you press close and take his large hand in yours, bringing it to stroke the softness of your face. "Am I not more beautiful?" you ask softly, your eyes locking with his.