Day 6: Pregnancy Kink/Facesitting
Tally lay naked in the large bed she now shared with Sarah, her body swollen with the life growing inside her. Her pregnancy had been a long journey, one filled with moments of awe, tenderness, and anticipation. Now, with only days left before she was due to give birth, Tally could feel the tension in the air. But it wasn't coming from her.
It was coming from Sarah.
Sarah stood in just her undershirt and pants near the window, her back turned to Tally, staring out at the darkening sky with a deep furrow in her brow. Her arms were crossed, her entire body rigid with stress. Normally, Sarah's presence was commanding—calm, collected, and always in control. But now, there was something in the way she stood that made Tally's heart ache. The formidable General Alder, leader of witches, seemed utterly lost in her own uncertainty.
Tally shifted slightly in bed, her hand resting on her belly as she watched Sarah, her heart swelling with affection and concern. She had seen Sarah face impossible battles, make decisions that would haunt most people for a lifetime, and come out the other side unscathed. But this pregnancy—their pregnancy—had done something to Sarah. It had stripped away her usual confidence, leaving her vulnerable in a way Tally had never seen before.
"You're going to wear a hole in that floor if you keep pacing," Tally said softly, her voice filled with warmth despite the teasing tone.
Sarah didn't respond immediately. She simply stood there, her posture tense, her hands flexing at her sides as though she didn't quite know what to do with herself. After a moment, she let out a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as she turned to face Tally.
"I've never felt so useless," Sarah muttered, her voice low, almost frustrated. "I've led armies, Tally. I've survived the destruction of my coven, centuries of war… and yet, this—" She gestured vaguely toward Tally's belly, her eyes filled with a helplessness that Tally had never seen before. "This is something I can't control. I don't know how to protect you. I don't know how to do this."
Tally's heart ached at the sight of Sarah's vulnerability. She knew how deeply Sarah felt things, how much responsibility she carried on her shoulders every day, and this pregnancy had only amplified that weight. The thought of something happening to Tally or the baby clearly terrified her in a way that battle and war never had.
"Sarah," Tally said softly, shifting in bed to sit up straighter. "Come here."
Sarah hesitated for a moment before crossing the room, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tally. She still looked tense, her eyes flicking to Tally's belly with a mix of wonder and fear. Tally reached out, taking Sarah's hand in hers and placing it gently on her swollen belly.
"Feel that?" Tally whispered, her voice soft but filled with affection as the baby shifted slightly beneath Sarah's hand. "Our child is strong. We've made it this far, and everything is going to be alright."
Sarah's eyes softened as she felt the baby move beneath her touch, but there was still a tension in her jaw, an unease that she couldn't seem to shake. "I just… I don't want anything to happen to you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never been this afraid of losing someone. Not even when I lost my coven. This is different."
Tally's heart swelled at Sarah's words. She could feel the depth of Sarah's fear, the weight of the love she carried for both Tally and their child. "You won't lose me," Tally said firmly, her hand tightening around Sarah's. "We're going to get through this together. You've been so strong for so long, Sarah. Let me be strong for you now."
Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes searching Tally's face as though she were trying to find some reassurance, something to ground her. Tally could see how deeply this affected her—how being unable to control the outcome of the pregnancy made Sarah feel powerless in a way that nothing else ever had.
Tally leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Sarah's lips, her hand still resting on her belly, guiding Sarah's fingers to feel the movement beneath her skin. "I need you to trust me," Tally whispered against her lips. "And I need you to relax."
Sarah let out a shaky breath, her hand resting gently on Tally's belly as she nodded slightly. But Tally could still see the tension in her shoulders, the way her body remained rigid with stress. Tally knew that Sarah needed more than just words to calm her down. She needed to feel in control, to be reminded that even in this, there was something she could hold onto.
Slowly, Tally shifted, guiding Sarah to lie down next to her on the bed. Sarah resisted for a moment, her brow furrowing with concern, but Tally gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "You're not going to hurt me," Tally whispered, her voice filled with affection. "And you're not going to hurt the baby."
Sarah's eyes widened slightly, the tension in her expression softening just a little as Tally guided her hand lower, pressing it gently against the curve of her belly. "Let me take care of you," Tally whispered, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear as she moved Sarah's hand lower, guiding her to where she needed her most.
Sarah's breath hitched, her body going still as her fingers brushed against Tally's warm skin. For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes flicking up to meet Tally's, as though asking for permission. Tally nodded, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, "I need you, Sarah. I need you to help me relax."
That was all the encouragement Sarah needed.
Her hand moved slowly, tentatively at first, as though she was still worried about being too rough. But as Tally arched her hips slightly, pressing herself into Sarah's touch, Sarah's confidence seemed to return. Her fingers slid lower, finding Tally's heat, and a soft gasp escaped Tally's lips as Sarah's thumb circled her clit with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The tension in the air shifted, the nervous energy Sarah had carried with her earlier now replaced by something more certain, more intimate. As her thumb continued its slow circles, her fingers dipped lower, exploring Tally's warmth with the kind of care she hadn't allowed herself to feel until now. The deliberate slowness of Sarah's touch made Tally's breath hitch, her hips instinctively rolling toward the pressure.
"That's it," Tally whispered, her voice breathless as she encouraged Sarah to keep going. "You're not going to hurt me, Sarah. I need this."
Sarah exhaled, the weight of Tally's reassurance easing some of her lingering worry. She pushed two fingers inside Tally with a careful, steady motion, her thumb never leaving the sensitive spot where it circled with increasing precision. Tally moaned softly, her legs parting wider, her body welcoming Sarah's touch with a hunger that had been building for days.
"You're so strong," Sarah murmured, her voice low and filled with awe as her fingers began to move with a steady, controlled rhythm. "Carrying our child… being so calm through all of this. I don't know how you do it."
Tally let out a soft laugh, her breath hitching as Sarah's fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her hips buck against the pressure. "I've got you," Tally whispered, her hand reaching down to cover Sarah's, grounding them both in the moment. "We've got each other."
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she watched Tally's face—her flushed cheeks, the way her lips parted with every soft moan, the way her body responded so naturally, so beautifully, to her touch. It was overwhelming, seeing Tally like this—so vulnerable, so strong, all at once.
Sarah's thumb pressed harder against Tally's clit, the circles becoming more deliberate, more focused as her fingers thrust deeper inside her. The slick heat of Tally's body enveloped her fingers, and Sarah felt her own heart race in response, the desire she had been holding back for so long finally bubbling to the surface.
Tally's body arched again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the pleasure built inside her, slow and steady, like a wave gathering strength. Every stroke of Sarah's fingers, every deliberate circle of her thumb, sent Tally closer to the edge, her legs trembling as she surrendered to the rhythm Sarah set.
"Sarah…" Tally gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her body trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. "I'm so close…"
Sarah's eyes darkened, the intensity of the moment pulling her deeper into her desire. Her fingers curled inside Tally, hitting that perfect spot again as her thumb pressed down with just the right amount of pressure on her clit. "I've got you," Sarah whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Let go, Tally. I'm right here."
The words were enough to send Tally over the edge.
Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her, powerful and all-consuming. She cried out softly, her voice a breathless moan as the pleasure overtook her, her legs trembling as the wave of sensation crashed through her. Sarah's fingers continued to move inside her, her thumb still working in slow, deliberate circles as she coaxed Tally through the release, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
Tally's body shuddered, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she slowly came down from the high, her muscles trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Sarah's hand remained on her, her fingers still inside her, moving with a gentle, soothing rhythm now as she pressed a soft kiss to Tally's swollen belly.
"You're incredible," Sarah whispered, her voice filled with awe as she kissed her way up Tally's body, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Tally's neck before finding her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
Tally smiled into the kiss, her heart swelling with affection as she whispered, "And you're an amazing partner." She leaned up, kissing Sarah again, this time with more intensity, her hand reaching down to cup Sarah's cheek as their lips moved together.
When they finally broke the kiss, Tally's eyes sparkled with a new kind of determination, a mischievous glint lighting up her expression. "Now, let me take care of you," Tally whispered, her voice soft but insistent as she guided Sarah onto her back.
Sarah blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her features as she lay back, her body tense for a moment before she allowed herself to relax beneath Tally's touch. "Tally, you don't have to—"
"I want to," Tally interrupted, her voice filled with affection as she kissed Sarah again, her hands already moving to explore the curves of Sarah's body, her touch slow and deliberate. "You've taken care of me for months. Let me take care of you now."
Sarah let out a soft breath, her body still tense beneath Tally's touch, but she allowed herself to relax slightly as Tally's hands roamed over her, her touch both tender and insistent. Tally moved slowly, savoring every moment as she pulled Sarah closer, her hands slipping under the hem of Sarah's undershirt, her fingers trailing over the smooth skin beneath it.
Sarah's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to Tally's touch, but there was still a hesitance in her movements—a reluctance that Tally recognized all too well. As much as Sarah wanted to let go, to surrender to the moment, there was a part of her that was always in control, always calculating, always worried about the safety of the person she cared about most.
Tally's lips curled into a small smile as she tugged Sarah's undershirt up, her hands brushing over Sarah's bare skin as she whispered, "I want you to ride my face."
Sarah blinked, her body going still as she pulled back slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Tally… you're too—" She glanced down at Tally's swollen belly, her concern evident in her voice. "You're too pregnant for that. I don't want to hurt you."
Tally let out a breathless laugh, her hands gripping Sarah's hips as she pulled her closer, her eyes dark with affection and desire. "You won't hurt me," she said firmly, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "This is the only way I can pleasure you right now. And I want you, Sarah. I want to feel you."
Sarah hesitated, her brow furrowing as she looked down at Tally's belly again, her body tense with worry. "But I don't want to smother you," she whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby."
Tally's patience wore thin, a playful frustration bubbling to the surface as she tightened her grip on Sarah's hips, her voice growing more insistent. "Sarah, I need you to stop worrying," she said, her tone taking on a firmer edge. "I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste you. And I want you to stop holding back."
Sarah's eyes widened at Tally's tone, the commanding edge in her voice catching her off guard. Tally rarely spoke like this, especially with Sarah, but the look in her eyes, the heat in her voice, made it clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Tally…" Sarah whispered, her hesitation lingering for only a moment longer before she let out a slow breath, her body finally relaxing as she nodded. "Alright."
With a mixture of reluctance and desire, Sarah reached down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties as she slowly pulled them down, revealing her to Tally's hungry gaze. She moved with deliberate slowness, still cautious, still trying to control the moment, but Tally's eyes never left her, her gaze filled with an intensity that made Sarah's breath catch in her throat.
Once Sarah was fully exposed, she hesitated again, her body still tense with worry as she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over Tally's face. But she kept herself at a distance, hovering just far enough away that Tally couldn't reach her, her fear of smothering Tally still holding her back.
Tally's frustration boiled over.
With a soft growl, Tally gripped Sarah's hips firmly, pulling her down with surprising strength despite her pregnant belly. "Closer," Tally demanded, her voice low, filled with desire and command. "I want you on me. All of you. Don't hold back, Sarah."
Sarah let out a shaky breath, her body trembling with the intensity of Tally's words. She could feel the heat between them, the raw desire that coursed through Tally's body, and it was enough to make her heart race. Slowly, she lowered herself further, her thighs trembling slightly as she finally allowed herself to settle onto Tally's waiting mouth.
The first touch of Tally's tongue against her sent a shiver through Sarah's entire body. She let out a soft moan, her hips instinctively pressing down further as Tally's tongue flicked out again, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Sarah's hands gripped the headboard tightly, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as Tally's tongue moved with a precision that made her legs tremble.
Tally didn't hold back. She knew exactly how to push Sarah, how to make her lose control, and she used every trick she had to do just that. Her tongue flicked and swirled, moving with a deliberate rhythm that had Sarah's hips rolling against her, desperate for more.
Sarah's head tilted back, her breath coming in soft gasps as she tried to keep herself steady, her body still trembling with the intensity of the moment. "Tally… I…" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. "I can't… hold back."
"Good," Tally mumbled against her, her voice muffled but filled with satisfaction as she continued to work her tongue with expert precision. Her hands gripped Sarah's hips tighter, pulling her even closer, forcing Sarah to ride her face with more intensity, more abandon.
Sarah's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Tally's tongue. She couldn't control it anymore, couldn't hold herself back. The fear, the worry, the hesitation—it all melted away under the force of Tally's relentless pleasure.
With a soft, desperate cry, Sarah's body tensed, her thighs trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hands gripped the headboard tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode the wave of pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
Tally held her steady, her tongue still working in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Sarah was left trembling and breathless above her.
When it was over, Sarah collapsed onto the bed beside Tally, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Tally's hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sarah's face as she smiled, her voice soft but filled with affection. "You're amazing."
Sarah let out a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open as she looked over at Tally, her heart swelling with affection and gratitude. "You're the one who's amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with awe as she reached out, her hand resting gently on Tally's swollen belly. "Both of you."
Tally smiled, her heart full as she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Sarah's lips. "We're going to be just fine," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with confidence. "All three of us."