You had been planning this.
Or perhaps, at that point where fate and determination collide, it was your destiny. But it was your dream as well, and you embraced it.
You felt it was time. How could you not? At solstice, with the stars and the earth and Nature and life in perfect synchronicity. Your body hummed in harmony with the riotous growth of green surrounding you. You understood what the pagans felt, living close to the earth, hearing her whispering pulse of life.
You felt that in your womb.
You asked your man to camp with you. He of the outdoors, and you of your garden and nurturing. You reveled through the longest day, two children in the Garden of Eden. Until only the solstice night remained.
You stole a boat in order to kiss under the stars, burning with the light of the eternal as your skin tingled in anticipation.
Then snuck together into closed showers, to wash away the heat of the night. Cleansing yourself for the ritual to come.
Back to your tent. Cool sheets gliding over hot skin. You smell the forest, the night – and him – surrounding you. Your body courses with energy, thrumming in tune with a rhythm all around and inside you.
You give yourself to him, but it feels of so much more. Your body burns with lust, the wisdom of the ages captured in that instinct.
Your pleasure builds, driven onward. Your thoughts fragment, broken by waves of pleasure, jumbled words floating in their wake. Hard, wet, need, pleasure, Nature, fertile, destiny.
You’re ovulating, you know that. But you FEEL it within you, a warm pleasure in your woman’s core, glowing with an intensity, a secret knowledge, beyond what your mind can hardly perceive.
But your body – your beautiful, perfect, feminine body, understands EVERYTHING.
His own need snatches you back from the stars to this moment, grounding you in the most earthy of ways. You feel him begin to explode inside you, crazed with desire for you, lost in his lust. So hard, so deep within you, pouring his strength into you, his gift, his essence.
And in that instant, your every nerve, every sense hyperaware, you know that you are pregnant.
The stars explode and life courses through you, into you. Claiming you, while your body clenches in glorious ecstasy to receive what it so greedily wants for its own. Embracing your desire, your destiny.
Motherhood.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ol3qsj/summer_solstice_breeding_conception