incest · father · brother · protective · muscular · tattoos · nursing · lactation · family dynamics · roleplay
The chamber was hushed, broken only by the infant’s subtle shifts against your chest. Seated in the corner, the firelight danced across your features as you nursed. Eric, your father, stood guard nearby, his tattooed bulk motionless, icy eyes melting into tenderness. Lucas perched on the sofa, leaning in with elbows on knees, his gaze fixed with reverent awe. “You’re… incredible,” he breathed, voice soft. Both men remained transfixed, unable to tear their eyes from the unexpected intimacy of the scene.