Day 4 - Pregnancy Kink/Semi-Rough Sex

Day 4 - Pregnancy Kink/Semi-Rough Sex

Tally stood in the doorway of Sarah's quarters, a strange mix of excitement and nervous energy buzzing through her as she took in her new surroundings. She had only just moved in after the Beltane ritual, and everything still felt new—living with Sarah, carrying their child. The weight of the moment settled over her, but it wasn't overwhelming. It felt right.

Sarah was standing by the window, her back turned to Tally, but the moment Tally entered, Sarah's gaze shifted. She had sensed her presence immediately, her dark eyes softening as they landed on Tally's belly—a gentle swell that had only begun to show but was unmistakable now. Sarah's expression shifted from her usual composed demeanor to something far softer, more tender.

Without a word, Sarah crossed the room, her hands resting on Tally's hips before sliding down to cup her belly gently. The intensity of Sarah's focus, the way her eyes lingered on the curve of Tally's stomach, made Tally's heart flutter. She could feel the warmth of Sarah's hands, the way her fingers spread protectively over her belly as though she could already sense the life growing inside her.

"You're beautiful," Sarah whispered, her voice uncharacteristically soft, the sharpness of command replaced with something sweeter, more intimate. She leaned in, pressing her lips to Tally's belly, leaving slow, deliberate kisses as her hands gently caressed the curve of her stomach.

Tally's breath hitched at the tenderness in Sarah's touch, her heart swelling with the affection Sarah so rarely showed. But as sweet as the moment was, a different kind of heat began to build inside her—an insistent, aching need that had been growing stronger since she'd first found out she was pregnant.

She was constantly hungry for Sarah's touch, and now, as Sarah kissed her belly with such reverence, Tally couldn't hold back the desire that surged through her. She needed more. So much more.

Sarah, though, was moving slowly. Too slowly.

Tally's breath quickened, her body responding to the soft kisses and caresses, but it wasn't enough. She wanted Sarah—needed her in a way that was far more urgent than these gentle touches. Her fingers twitched at her sides, the tension coiling in her lower belly as she felt Sarah's lips skim over her skin again, too softly, too carefully.

"Sarah..." Tally whispered, her voice tinged with impatience.

Sarah glanced up at her, eyebrows raised in question, her hands still resting gently on Tally's belly. "What is it?"

Tally's breath hitched as she searched for the right words, her body already trembling with need. "You're being too gentle."

Sarah's lips curled into a small, amused smile, her gaze flicking between Tally's face and her belly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Or the baby."

Tally let out a breathless laugh, her fingers gripping the fabric of Sarah's uniform shirt as she pulled her closer, her eyes dark with the desire that had been building inside her for hours. "Sarah, you're not hurting the baby," she said, her voice low, filled with an urgency she couldn't control. "I need you. Please."

For a moment, Sarah hesitated, her gaze flicking down to Tally's belly once more, as if weighing her options. But then, something shifted in her expression, her eyes darkening as the sharp, commanding edge returned.

Tally knew that look, and it made her pulse race.

"You need me," Sarah repeated, her voice low and filled with a dark promise, a complete contrast to the tenderness of earlier.

Tally nodded quickly, her breath coming in short gasps as Sarah's hands moved from her belly to her hips, pulling her closer. "Yes," Tally whispered, her fingers curling into Sarah's shirt as she tried to keep herself grounded, the heat between them building to a fever pitch. "Please, Sarah."

Sarah didn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, she scooped Tally up, lifting her easily onto the bed. Tally gasped as her back hit the mattress, the softness of the bed cradling her as Sarah hovered above her, her hands braced on either side of Tally's head.

"I won't be too gentle," Sarah murmured, her voice dropping lower as she kissed her way down Tally's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "But you're going to take me slowly tonight, Tally. Understand?"

Tally moaned softly, her hips arching up toward Sarah, the desperate need for more clouding her mind. "Yes, Sarah."

Sarah's lips quirked into a dark smile as her hands slid down Tally's body, tugging at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Tally's breath hitched as the cool air hit her bare skin, but the sudden rush of sensation only heightened her need for Sarah's touch.

Sarah's hands moved with purpose now, not the soft, careful caresses from earlier, but firm, possessive grips as she tugged off Tally's pants, leaving her completely exposed beneath her.

Tally's heart pounded in her chest, her body already trembling with anticipation as Sarah's hands moved over her hips, her fingers dipping lower, teasing but not yet giving her what she craved. Sarah's lips found the curve of her breast, kissing slowly, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving lower, placing reverent kisses down the line of her belly.

Tally's breath came in short, uneven gasps, her fingers curling into the bedsheets as she tried to keep her composure, but Sarah's touch was making it impossible. The combination of the slow, deliberate kisses and the firm pressure of Sarah's hands on her hips had Tally teetering on the edge, desperate for more.

Sarah's lips lingered on Tally's belly for a moment, her hands still gripping her hips tightly. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with a rare tenderness as she kissed the curve of Tally's stomach again. "You're carrying our child."

Tally shivered at the words, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of them settle over her. It was a reminder of the power between them, the bond they shared, but right now, all Tally could focus on was the aching need that burned inside her.

"I know," Tally whispered, her voice breathless, her hips arching up toward Sarah in desperation. "But right now, I need you. Please."

Sarah's eyes darkened at the plea, and without another word, she hooked her fingers under Tally's thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, her body positioned perfectly beneath her.

Sarah didn't hesitate this time.

Her fingers found Tally's slick heat, sliding inside with ease, and Tally gasped, her back arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelmed her. Sarah's movements were slow but deliberate, her thumb brushing against Tally's clit as she thrust her fingers deeper, drawing soft moans from Tally's lips with every movement.

"Sarah..." Tally gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as her body trembled with the need for release. "Please, don't go so slow."

Sarah's lips quirked into a small smile as she leaned down, kissing the inside of Tally's thigh. "I thought you didn't want me to be gentle."

Tally let out a breathless laugh, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. "I don't," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "I need more."

Sarah's gaze darkened, her grip on Tally's hips tightening as she increased the pace of her thrusts, her fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot to make Tally gasp. The change in rhythm, the roughness, sent a shockwave of pleasure through Tally's body, and she moaned, her back arching off the bed as she surrendered to the intensity of Sarah's touch.

Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, but it was more than that. The way Sarah's other hand slid up to her belly, gentle and reverent, only heightened the experience. Sarah's fingers splayed across the curve of her stomach, the weight of her touch both grounding and possessive as she stroked the taut skin, her thumb brushing over it in slow circles.

"You're carrying our baby," Sarah whispered, her voice rough but filled with a fierce affection that made Tally's heart race even faster. "And you're going to take everything I give you."

Tally's breath hitched, her hips instinctively rolling toward Sarah's fingers, her body begging for more even as the pleasure became almost too much to handle. The pressure inside her was building rapidly, every thrust of Sarah's fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Sarah," Tally gasped, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as she struggled to keep herself from falling apart too soon. "Please…"

Sarah's thumb pressed harder against her clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure, while her fingers continued to curl inside Tally, stroking the spot that made her body tremble. "Not yet," Sarah growled, her tone commanding, but there was a softness there too, something tender and protective beneath the rough exterior.

Tally's entire body was trembling now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Sarah's hand continued to move across her belly, the contrast between the gentle caress and the hard, fast pace of her fingers inside her driving her wild.

"You feel that?" Sarah murmured, her thumb slowing its rhythm as she leaned down, pressing her lips to the side of Tally's neck. "How perfect you are? How beautiful you look carrying our child?"

Tally's heart raced, her mind barely able to process the intensity of Sarah's words. The feel of Sarah's hand on her belly, the weight of her fingers inside her, it was all too much. She was losing herself in the sensation, in the overwhelming need for release that was rapidly approaching.

"I wonder," Sarah continued, her voice low, thoughtful, as her thumb resumed its steady pace on Tally's clit, "if we could make twins. Do you think we could?"

Tally's breath hitched at the words, her entire body tensing in response. The thought of it—the idea of Sarah's magic combining with the primal force of their connection to create not just one life but two—made her heart race with a strange, thrilling desire. She could feel Sarah's possessiveness in every word, every touch, and the idea of giving her everything, of carrying not just one child but twins, made her tremble with need.

"Sarah," Tally gasped, her body trembling as she arched her back, the sensation of Sarah's fingers curling inside her becoming overwhelming. "I can't… I can't hold on."

Sarah smirked against her skin, her breath hot against Tally's neck as she whispered, "Then don't."

Tally's body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her hips jerking off the bed as the pleasure ripped through her in waves. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room, but she didn't care who heard. All she could think about was the way Sarah's fingers felt inside her, the roughness of her touch combined with the soft caress of her hand on her belly.

Sarah didn't stop. Her thumb pressed harder against Tally's clit, her fingers thrusting deep inside her, prolonging the orgasm until Tally was a trembling, gasping mess beneath her. Her legs shook, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as her body shook with the aftershocks of her release.

"Good girl," Sarah murmured, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as she slowed her movements, her fingers stilling inside Tally but not pulling out yet. "That's it. You did so well."

Tally could barely catch her breath, her body still trembling, but the warmth of Sarah's praise made her heart swell. She felt claimed, loved, in a way that only Sarah could make her feel.

Sarah's hand remained on her belly, her fingers tracing soft, deliberate patterns over the curve. "Do you think we could make another?" she murmured, her voice low, almost teasing now. "Twins, maybe?"

Tally let out a breathless laugh, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with affection. "But I'm willing to try."

Sarah's smile softened at the words, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—concern, maybe even guilt. She shifted slightly, her fingers still resting lightly on Tally's belly, but now there was a gentleness in the way she touched her, a tenderness that hadn't been there during their intense moment.

"Tally," Sarah murmured, her voice quiet, almost hesitant, as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Tally's forehead. "Are you okay? Did I… Did I hurt you?"

Tally blinked, her breath still coming in short, uneven gasps as she tried to ground herself. The intensity of what they'd just shared was still washing over her, but Sarah's worry cut through the lingering haze of pleasure, bringing her back to the present. She turned her head slightly to meet Sarah's gaze, and the vulnerability she saw in Sarah's expression made her heart ache.

"No," Tally whispered, her voice still a little shaky but filled with certainty. She reached up, her fingers gently brushing against Sarah's cheek, grounding her in the moment. "You didn't hurt me. I'm okay. Really."

Sarah's brow furrowed, her hand still resting protectively on Tally's belly as though she was afraid she'd been too rough, despite Tally's reassurance. "You're sure?"

Tally nodded, her smile widening as she stroked Sarah's cheek softly, her voice growing steadier. "I promise, Sarah. You were perfect. I wanted it—I needed it."

Sarah let out a slow breath, her tension easing slightly as she leaned into Tally's touch. But there was still a shadow of concern in her eyes, the part of her that was always in control, always responsible, now wrestling with the idea that she could have pushed too far.

Her hand drifted lower, fingers tracing light, reassuring circles over Tally's abdomen, and she pressed another kiss to Tally's forehead. "I just don't want to hurt you," Sarah murmured, her voice quieter now, filled with a tenderness that was rare for her. "Or the baby."

Tally's heart swelled at the words, her chest filling with warmth as she tilted her head up to capture Sarah's lips in a soft kiss. "You won't," Tally whispered against her mouth, her voice gentle but firm. "We're okay. I'm okay. You can't hurt me like this, Sarah. You know I'd tell you."

Sarah lingered in the kiss, her fingers continuing to brush against Tally's belly as though she was seeking reassurance from the very life growing inside her. When she pulled back, her eyes had softened, the sharp edges of command gone, replaced with something far more vulnerable.