The Colony [M/F] [breeding] [deflowering]

The colony is the most beautiful in the spring, when the blueberries and wildflowers erupt across the green hills. The birds in the trees hum with their songs, and the evenings were spent around the bonfires, laughing and tipping back sweet wine.

It was a time of Life, when men and women disappear giggling into the high grass, and emerge weak-kneed and flush-skinned. More than not, a second man would haul her over his shoulder and vanish, ensuring that seed had taken root in her, as the Leader commanded. Soon her body would swell with fruit, and the Leader would be pleased.

I fingered the blue ribbon around my wrist, which marked me as not yet of age to bear fruit in service of the Leader. It wouldn’t be long though – my celebration day was tomorrow, when I turned twenty years of age. I had dreamed of my celebration day since I began to receive the blessings of womanhood – my breasts rounded and hips filled.

“Juniper.”

I looked up from my thoughts at my name.

Saffron stood above me, her flowing cream dress catching in the warm evening breeze. Her smile was dulled with wine and the haze of lust. I could see the glimmering of milky seed dripping down her calves, and I knew she had been recently filled. My heart panged with jealousy.

“Yes, sister?”

“The Leader wants to see you,” she said.

My eyes widen. The Leader does not allow sisters and brothers to meet with him during the evenings, and certainly not alone. Although I know he loves all the children of the colony like myself, he is far too busy to spend much time with us. I look towards his cabin at the crest of the hill, and fear flutters in my stomach.

“Go on, little one,” Saffron teases, sensing my trepidation. There’s another brother at her side already, hands teasing at her hips. She swats him away playfully, but I can see the strain of his erection through his pants. “Mother Moon is high and it’s a time of Life, and the Leader wants to bless you. Go on, now.”

They are already turning away to the fields as I stand, my bare feet padding across the moonlit path towards the cabin.

The cabin stairs creak as I climb them, and I glimpse the warm light of a fire in the Leader’s cabin.

I knock on the door, and hear the low timber of the Leader’s voice.

As I push open the door, I see him seated in front of the fire in a wooden chair, a book open on his lap. The Leader appears as he always has to me: strong, immovable, wise. I’m not quite certain how old he is, but certainly old enough to be my father – gray at the edges of his temples, his day’s scruff along his jaw. Like many of us at the colony, his skin is browned by the sun. His face breaks in a wide smile as he sees me, and my heart flutters.

“Juniper,” he says warmly, standing from his chair. “Welcome, little one.”

I drop to my knees as he rises, gaze falling to the floor, as I have been taught to do my entire life before the Leader. Already, I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks from his attention focuses solely upon me.

I feel the strong, rough touch of his fingers on my chin, as he raises my gaze from the floor. The intensity of his gaze makes my stomach do somersaults, remembering the fire of his sermon from the morning.

“Stand, Juniper,” the Leader says, helping me to my feet. “Keep me company on this lovely spring night.”

“Thank you, Leader,” I murmur in response. Unsure of what to do with myself, I stand with my hands clasped in front of me. After another reassuring smile, the Leader retrieves a mug from the small kitchen in his cabin, fills it with the sweet-smelling tea warming on the stove top.

He returns to his chair and gestures to the fur rug at his feet. The mug is pleasantly warm in my hands as I sink to the ground, the furs soft against my bare legs. The mint of the tea fills my lungs and calms my nerves.

“You’ve grown so much, little one,” the Leader remarks as he sits in his chair, sipping his own mug. “I remember when you were barely above my knee – you and Harmony got into so much trouble. And now – you’re a woman.”

I’m not quite sure what to say in response, and so I nod, before turning my attention shyly back to my mug. There’s silence for a moment longer, only the sounds of the crickets interrupting the comfortable silence.

“It’s your celebration day tomorrow, isn’t it?” The Leader asks, although I suspect he already knows the answer.

“Yes – it is.” My mouth feels dry as I answer him, so I take another gulp of my tea.

“Are you excited?”

I must have hesitated, because he frowns slightly. “Be honest, little one.”

“Yes, I am excited. But also nervous.”

The Leader’s eyes soften in sympathy. “Why’s that?”

I hesitate, feeling again the rise of colour in my cheeks as I search for the right words. “Harmony said that it hurts, when a man and a woman first lay together.”

“Mmm,” the Leader says. He sets down his mug on the table, and his hand rests against my head. His fingers begin to gently comb through my hair – my eyes flutter at the calming sensation as he speaks. “It can be painful, but there is little joy in life that does not come with some pain.”

I know this, it is one of the many lessons the Leader has taught us.

There is silence again, only the crackle of the fire as the Leader glides his fingers through my hair. I breathe deeply, resting my head against his knee, and then he speaks again.

“Do you know whom you would like to be the first to bless you with seed?”

I flush again. I’ve given my request to the elders, but ultimately the choice is that of the Leader. After my first, I am welcome to lay with anyone I wish. “Yes – I thought maybe… Liam.”

“A strong man,” the Leader nods in approval. “And a gentle one. He’d be kind to you. And yet still you fear.”

I’m quiet again, my fingers knotting together anxiously.

“Come, sit on my lap,” the Leader murmurs.

My heartbeat thuds in my ears as I stand. The Leader holds his arms out to me, and I gingerly sit down on his lap. His hand wraps around my waist, encouraging my head to rest against his shoulder. He smells like pine trees and wood smoke.

His lips press against my forehead and I smile, despite the fluttering nerves in my chest. The Leader holds me tightly for a moment, as his presence washes over me.

My world narrows as his hand raises, and slips under the collar of my dress. The roughness of his fingertips brush against my nipple, before his palm closes around the swell of my breast. My breath catches in my throat at the intimate touch – pleasure that I’ve never felt before radiates through my body.

“Shh, it’s alright, little one,” the Leader murmurs. His hand tightens around me, massaging gently. I shift on his lap, and his other hand tightens to keep me in place. My face burrows into his neck.

His hand shifts, his thumb drawing lazy circles around my peaked nipple, and I shiver in his arms.

Before long, his other hand finds the hem of my dress, pulling the fabric above my waist. My knees fall apart at his touch, granting the access he seeks. Two of his fingers press against the fabric of my underwear, and I can feel the wetness already building there. His touch sends electricity racing through my limbs, and my breath quickens.

I do not know long I lay there, curled in his arms. He is patient, fingers gently caressing me through the fabric – sending shivers down my spine as he traces my vulva. I only know that I can feel the wetness growing, and the eager hunger inside of me.

“Harmony was not wrong – it can be painful, for the first time, if the man is not kind,” the Leader whispers. “But you know, I care very much for every soul in the colony. I care for *you*. I want your first time… the first time you are completed with the seed of a man, to be very special.”

My body tightens as I feel him pull aside the fabric of my underwear – the coolness of the air. A fingertip traces my slit, and then slips inside me.

I groan, equal parts intoxicating pain and pleasure spiking inside of me.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs.

The Leader holds me tightly to his chest as he explores the inside of me, pressing deeper. His finger withdraws, and I feel another drag along the length of my wet slit. Both press inside of me and my mouth opens in a gasped breath.

“It’s alright,” the Leader says again, kissing my forehead. “Relax your body, it will be easier.”

I try to do as he commands, melting in his grip, as his fingers press inside of me.

The Leader withdraws, hugging me tightly. I open my eyes to see a proud smile on his face.

“You’re ready,” he says. His arm shifts, as he raises his glistening fingers to my mouth. “Open your mouth, little one.”

I do, because I always obey the Leader. I suck my own sweet juices from his fingers, the taste coating my mouth and throat.

The Leader helps me off his lap, holds my hips as my legs nearly buckle. I feel warm and full of butterflies, my muscles weak.

“The bed, little one, and your dress,” he commands quietly, his voice taut.

The crisp night air makes gooseflesh break across my pale skin as the dress is discarded on the floor. His eyes follow me as I pull the soaked underwear down around my thighs, and step out of it.

I lay down on his bed, the fabric of the wool blankets coarse against my back and bare bum. The Leader undresses, and my gaze wanders shyly over the shape of his body. He’s taut and well-built from the years on the colony, like the rest of the men.

And there, between his legs – his rigid erection bobs as he approaches. The mushroom like head glistens, and my breath catches in my throat. The Leader meets my gaze with a smile, crawling over me on the bed.

He breathes in a low hiss between his teeth as I feel the blunt press of his manhood against me.

My eyes screw shut, preparing for the pain, but his hand reaches out and grasps my hair. “Look at me, Juniper. I want to see the look in your eyes as you’re taken for the first time.”

My eyes open, wide, meeting his gaze.

I cannot help it, and my lips part in a strangled cry as he presses inside of me, taking my maidenhood. It aches – like a sore muscle healing, but he doesn’t stop. At the same time, it feels impossibly *good*.

The Leader holds my hips as he sinks into me further. I whimper quietly.

“You’re doing so well, Juniper,” he says, his voice strained. “Almost – I’m almost all the way inside you.”

I cannot believe that there is more to fit inside my body, and my hands reach up to grasp his arms, nails pressing into his skin. The Leader’s hips withdraw slightly and I moan at the sensation – and then forward again, and he gasps.

“Oh, good girl,” he groans. The Leader gathers my small body in his arms, his stubble rough against the side of my neck. “Your legs – lift them up, put them on my back.”

I do, resting my crossed ankles in the small of his back and the Leader shifts forward – and slips even further inside of me. I bite back another cry, and his chest rumbles in pleasure.

It feels as if with each heartbeat my body tightens around the unfamiliar shape inside of me.

“There it is,” the Leader murmurs, his hand shifting to cradle my head. His voice is strained, nothing like the solemn voice of the leader of our colony. “You’re complete, Juniper. A woman, truly, for the first time. How does it feel?”

“I…” I search for words to describe the odd fullness inside of me, the slightly pained stretch inside of me.

“It’s alright, little one,” the Leader says. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel… full,” I say quietly.

As the Leader laughs, I can feel his shape inside me twitch.

“I imagine so – I barely fit inside you Juniper,” he murmurs.

The Leader’s hips withdraw slightly and my mouth opens wordlessly. He presses forward again and I’m amazed at how smoothly he enters me, slick with my arousal. With each gentle stroke the ache lessens and the pleasure grows, until my body feels taut – like a string plucked under his experienced touch.

“*Oh*,” I breathe.

The Leader smiles above me. “You see, little one? How very little pain is needed?”

I open my mouth to respond, but his head ducks downwards, his mouth sealing around my nipple. I cry out at the dual sensation – his body moving inside mine and the swirl of his tongue around my tender bud of flesh. He sucks eagerly, drawing the noises out from my throat like worship.

“Such a good girl,” the Leader says as he pulls away, his voice bouncing with his thrusts. He wraps me up in his arms again, his weight against mine, his head nestled beside me as his hips move faster. I can hear his ragged breath in my ear, the desperation plain.

Like a winch tightening, the warmth in my stomach grows and grows and then – I moan, my teeth finding the Leader’s shoulder. I breathe rapidly and I can’t stop the tightening inside of me –

Everything falls away as my orgasm takes me, my body shuddering.

“Fuck!” I have never heard the Leader swear before but he does now, as my innards clench around his shape. “Juniper – I’m – I’m going to -”

His voice is lost to a low growl as his hips slam into mine. I close my eyes as I feel him release, clinging to him as tightly as I can. Each warm spurt of his seed sinks into me, and I imagine it taking root and growing.

He breeds me, and I feel complete.

The Leader’s weight rests heavily on me as he pants, before I hear him chuckle. He rolls onto his back, holding me to his chest, my body draped across his. His softening manhood still inside me, the warm trickle where our bodies meet.

“Can you feel me inside of you?” He asks, when he’s caught his breath.

“I – I think so,” I whisper, but I know I can.

“It’s there, Juniper,” the Leader says, his voice calming as his large hand strokes my back. “‘Like the fields, you have been sown, and our harvest will be plentiful’.” He quotes the familiar passage that I have heard my entire life, and I smile against his chest.

For a moment, the silence hangs between.

“What about my celebration day?” I ask quietly, when I work up the nerve.

He laughs, and I love how his chest rumbles under me. “You will still have one,” he says. His lips find the top of my forehead. “There will be cake, and Liam will take your hand and lead you into the field to be seeded. And afterwards – you may have whoever you want. But now you don’t have to be afraid.”

The thought makes me smile. It’s true; I don’t feel afraid anymore. If every man is as gentle and kind as the Leader, then I look forward to tomorrow.

The Leader’s hand rests against my hair. “I cannot wait to see your body swollen with life, little one. You will glow like a goddess.”

My last sleepy thought is one I would not dare vocalize if awake. “I hope it’s your child, Leader.”

His laugh is low and gentle. “Perhaps it will be. Sleep, Juniper.”

I always do what the Leader commands, and so my eyes flutter shut. I can hear his breathing, the smell of our coupling and woodsmoke thick in my lungs. I sink into darkness as his hand gently strokes my hair, the crickets outside the cabin chirping their evening songs.

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