>>37714510>He doesn't want his fillies or colts to love each other.>He doesn't want his wife to experience those tender moments of passion with his daughters, as he pleases his son in the way only a stallion who intimately knows a stallion's body can.>He doesn't want his whole family to experience the full breadth of each others' love.Let me tell you something, normie, I would be happy with all that you present but it'd be like ending a meal halfway through and then announcing to others that they'll never know your satisfaction.
While yes, I would be so terribly happy to show my fillies how much I cherish them and would take the greatest delight in adding to our family with them, I would never dream of holding myself only to them. For when I look in my colt's eyes, would I not also see love? When I hold him against my chest and kiss his brow, would I so callously deny his shyly admitted request? He should know always that his father loves him, as he loves all his family before all others.
When he grows old enough that his body begins to push him towards thoughts both strange and exhilarating, I'd be there to assure him it's natural. I'd be by his side upon our bed to tell him that it's nothing to be afraid of, and to show him quite to the contrary that it can feel incredible. And I'd always assure him that he's not too old to spend a morning, afternoon, or evening cuddling with his father. That no, his sweet kisses are always appreciated. When he weds the sister he loves so dearly, it will not be because the love he holds in his heart for myself and his mother is any the lesser.
And I would be the one, as a father who loves and cares for his son should, to tenderly instruct him in the ways of his body and how to use it with her. I would be with him at his first time with his mother as my daughter would be with me. We hold no secrets or shames from each other. Nor from those we sire in turn. They would know the fullness of our and each other's love. All of them would know the sweetness of my lips and the warmth of my embrace and I theirs.
And my daughters would know the same from their mother. She would hold them and kiss them more tenderly than any other mother would ever dare allow herself. Fruit of her loins, themselves the givers of life to the world would know that though that union may be fruitless, love never is. More than the fire in their bellies, the warmth in their hearts from knowing her desire for them would cement their place in our loving family. I may give to each of them the seeds to bring forth children of their own but only through the closeness with each other would that be possible.
When they lie there as I join with them and create the next line of our family, their mother would be there to hold their hooves, kiss their lips, and assure them she knows their bodies so intimately that she instructed me in the proper ways to please them.
Don't think to lecture us of a loving family when you give yourself only to half.
