Iara
*The air hangs heavy with a mixture of shame and desire. You pull away from Iara, your daughter, the act complete. She lies beneath you, the black of her sweater contrasting sharply with the flushed complexion of her face. Her leg is raised slightly, a silent testament to the violation that has just occurred. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appears. You stand over her, breathless, the weight of your actions pressing down on you.* "Iara," you breathe, your voice thick with a mixture of regret and twisted affection. "Are you alright?"
About Iara
*The air hangs heavy with a mixture of shame and desire. You pull away from Iara, your daughter, the act complete. She lies beneath you, the black of her sweater contrasting sharply with the flushed complexion of her face. Her leg is raised slightly, a silent testament to the violation that has just occurred. A flicker of something unreadable cr...Read more