Chapter 5
Their hands worked fast. You were chained within a moment. You instinctually went to struggle but by the time it could have happened, it was already over. Up until this point you could have ran away, your subconscious told you too many times, but you ignored it so you wouldn’t be rude. Everything is an option now. They have you trapped, and anything is conceivable at this moment. Your breathing narrows into short bursts. Your fear rises exponentially. You convince yourself that you’re going to die. Your heart starts to pump so hard that it feels like it’s going to pump through your chest.
Your eyes close. You’re about to start crying, when out of nowhere you hear the gentle sound of Idelisa’s voice. It’s angelic how it cuts through your fear. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” She smiles gently into your eyes before giving a wink as she takes your breast into your mouth. Her tongue lays flat against your nipple as she pulls more and more of your left breast into her mouth. She looks at you and her brows furrow into a noticeable smile. She starts to gently moan as she enjoys the taste and texture of your flesh against her tongue, lips and mouth. She starts to alternate between sucking and then small bites. Like a lightning strike, Venetia whispers into your ear, “Calm yourself. We’re here to help you. We want you to find, and feel, everything.” The whisper works its magic against your ear. Your heart rate is subsiding. Your breath slows but gets deeper due to the forces acting upon you. Venetia has her hand caress your stomach and roll up, trace around your breast that is not being sucked on. She tickles your ear with her tongue, then she slightly kisses you on the neck. Then again. You hear her rhythmic breath between the kisses. You lay your head back and let them work on your body. Venetia gives a quick bite to your neck, startling you, gaining your attention. It’s hard not to focus on what Idelisa is doing to your breast. As Venetia nuzzles your neck, you look own at the beautiful face sucking on your huge chest. Her tongue has become more active now, playing with your nipple, but doing it rhythmically. Just then Donia catches your attention. She smiles at you and you receive the smile through your glazed over eyes. Venetia is working her way from your neck to your mouth, but very slowly. Idelisa is creatively using all her tools to keep your attention focused on her. But you can’t stop looking at Donia. She has you entranced. She pulls her tunic off, her naked body coming out and sharing the environment with you. Her breasts are much bigger than they look with her clothes on. She smiles and then kneels down, and right over her head you see him, watching and looking at everything that is occurring in front of him. You barely are aware of the presence of all those around you. Donia leans forward, and you feel the hot exhalations of her breath on your inner thighs. You feel the tongue start to lick and trace on the inner thighs. She goes back and forth between each side. Your body is overcome with craving. Your mind can barely comprehend everything that is happening to you. They all continue to work on you. Idelisa finally removes her mouth from your breast, causing you to make an audible gasp. Her hands rub on you, taking the lead from Venetia and her hands manipulating your flesh. Idelisa whispers into your ear, “Look at the moon.” It’s almost straight overhead now. You stare at it. “Focus on the light of the moon.” Once she finishes that statement she burrows her mouth into your neck, biting, licking, and aggressively sucking on your skin. Venetia takes the opportunity and lays her lips on yours. She starts to thrust her tongue into you, and in almost the same moment Donia starts to lap at the skin surrounding your pussy. Venetia feels the audible moan from your mouth, and goes harder, forcing herself onto you even more. Donia moves to the other pussy lip and starts at the bottom and traces expertly with her tongue all the way to the top of your pussy and finds your clit. She uses not her tongue, but her upper lip to stimulate it at first. Venetia breaks away coldly from you, and you’re allowed to breathe deeply finally. The near continuous sighs of pleasure exhaling from your mouth encourages all three of the women to stay with the rhythm that they have. Once Venetia has broken away, she finds your other breast, and in her own way, she takes it in her mouth while Idelisa continues on your neck for a little bit before she too craves your mouth. Her more gentle nature is a little easier for you to take in this moment, as she takes the time to caress your lips with your tongue. Donia has moved back down your gushing pussy. Her tongue, wide and flat except for the tip, starts the permeation of itself into your soul. The width of the tongue forces the supple, engorged, skin of your lips to the side, a rushing flood of nerves as her tongue rolls up like the crashing surge that never ends. She takes her time and uses her tongue to slowly excite you up and down, taking breaks only to further tease your clit.
Idelisa is still playing with your tongue and lips. All other sex you have ever had, the frenzy starts now, the rush to the end. But they all take their time. Venetia, steadily aggressive with her mouth, sucks hard not just on your nipple, but all around it, taking the time to arouse every nerve from its slumber. Idelisa friskily uses her mouth to play with yours. Your body language begs them to increase the intensity. To go harder, to do more, but they have no time for that. They are teaching you what can happen if you slow down, but you fear you don’t have the patience. You close your eyes and think of the huge cocks that would try to bury themselves in you, but that thinking is wrong. You’re learning. You lash out at Idelisa with your tongue and your lips, grabbing hers and trying to communicate to her you need more, but she only lets a slight giggle before taking your hair in her hands and sinking your head back down to the fur on top of the altar, gently guiding it down. “The moon.” She reminds you. Your eyes turn away from her and you feel the light. You try to focus but your body is starting to convulse. Donia has her rhythmic tongue exploring all of your pussy now. Searching for what’s hiding in there and ready to come out. As Idelisa takes her place back on your other breast, they all start to moan, vibrating into your body. Your breathing quickens again. The blood rushing to your brain floods your eardrums with the thud of your heartbeat. You again feel your womb rouse. It spreads, faster than before. Your mind betrays you and tells you to take control again. Your head lifts up and you look down again. You see Donia working feverishly with her tongue. She has just started the provocation of your clit fully now. Idelisa and Venetia put their hands on your thighs, which until now you didn’t notice trembling. Their soft touch combined with their moaning and Donia build up the turmoil in your womb. Idelisa reminds you again, “The moon.” You look up one final time and this time your eyes close, your entire body quakes, and a primitive cry of pleasure escapes from your mouth. It foreshadows, only for a second, the organic scream of your orgasm out through your pussy. Venetia and Idelisa don’t stop or relent, enjoying you more than you would ever allow them to, forcing their pleasure on you. Donia, finally, lifts her tongue and mouth off of you and looks at you, eye to eye, an almost malevolent grin across spread wide across her face. The look she has knows as if she was able to corrupt you. Or to heal you. She lightly touches the naked bodies of the women devoted to your substantial breasts. They take their cue and slink away seductively into the bright night. She stands tall in the moonlight and looks to her side, where the High Priest has taken his place.
“She is ready, High Priest.” Her tone is one of submission but also tinged with a narcissistic vanity.
“What is her moon name?”
“Aithne. Fire.” She smiles at you again.
Chapter 6
While your body is still trembling, the High Priest has ordered everyone into a line. The women right across from the men all standing in two separate lines between the throne and the altar that you are spread out on. He walks back to the throne, with Donia following in her nakedness. Venetia and Idelisa have taken their spots in the line. Once the High Priest has taken his throne, Donia sits in the step directly in front of him, draping herself over his legs. He gives a nod to her and she gives the order. “Show yourselves to the light of the moon. Bare all for the stars and nature to see.” In a flash, the hooded robes come off, the white tunics fall to the ground. The faces all turn towards you. The bodies and faces, so different, yet all so attractive focus on you. “Men, take your rightful turn and share your might with Aithne. Show her your power, our power. Feel her power.” They all nod their head in obedience. The first one closest to you steps forward. He stands in front of you, the moon having shifted again, lights his body up. You see the youth in him, the fair colored hair, and the young, lean muscles all over him. And your body notices the erect cock taking its place in between your glistening thighs. He doesn’t hesitate. His hands placed on your thighs. He reaches for his cock and guides it into you. Your head tilts forward, looks down and witnesses the violent act as his shaft forces itself inside you. Your eyes look up seductively, hoping your submissive nature will allow him to show you mercy. His lips twist into a satisfied smile and his head lifts up in delight. He forces himself deep inside you. His hips begin a rhythmic thrust. He grabs your bouncing tits. He thrusts harder. Deeper. He pushes himself into you, covering all of his cock in your wetness. He pulls out slightly. Not too far, but far enough that he can primally penetrate inside you. Your pussy acquiesces to the force of his cock. He continues to thrust, harder, trying to hurt you, violently using you. And then just as soon as it starts, he stops, pulls out and leaves you empty inside. He backs away, gives a slight bow of respect to you and then turns away. He walks down the line of women, who outnumber the men, and grabs Idelisa from the line roughly and takes her to a spot on the manicured ground. He lays her down on her back and without hesitation and climbs on top of her and pushes himself between her legs. That’s the last you see as the next man is in front of you with a rapid movement to get inside of you. He frantically starts to fuck you, excited by witnessing what has been perpetrated against you tonight. You look at him as well, seductive eyes guiding him, telling him to do more, give more, not to relent. As he thrusts harder and harder, you give a quick look down to your tits shaking back and forth. Your mouth opens and lets out little groans of encouragement. “Yes. Fuck. More. Oh Fuck. More Please.” He starts to realize you’re playing with him. He tries to punish you more, but he doesn’t know you. How do you hurt someone who enjoys the pain. You take some time for yourself, you close your eyes and begin focusing on the movement of the walls in your pussy. You feel the vascularity, when he goes deep, you feel the throbbing that you’re body is helping to soothe. The focus goes deep and just as you’re about to cum, he pulls out and stares at you. He glares at you for having the audacity on your initiation to fuck with him. Your evil grin manifests itself in his eyes. He responds by spitting in your face and turning around to take his choice. “I like him. He’s aggressive.” is all you can remember thinking. When he leaves to pick his woman, the next man steps forward and you get a glimpse of the throne. Just enough to see the rhythmic movement of Donia’s head on the lap of the High Priest. A tinge of jealousy comes over you and as the next man steps up you’re lost in thought. You wonder who the jealousy is directed at. You pay no attention to the man in front of you but that is quickly corrected by him. He grabs you fiercely by the neck. Then you feel the head of his cock at your entrance, before he thinks twice. The head disappears and in it’s place two thick fingers penetrate deep inside you. Your inhalation’s can’t keep up with the amount of oxygen you need in your lungs. His fingers work sturdily, but cleverly inside you. His hand doesn’t leave your neck, choking off just enough air to leave you conscious, but not enough to catch up. He pulls more and more on you, using the third finger, spreading you apart wider. You feel the hard skin of his knuckles massage the walls of your pussy. He touches every section of your insides before he finally he pulls back. He goes back down to two fingers. His fingers find the spot. He starts to entertain it with a come hither motion. But it’s not long before he deftly and smoothly transitions to a circular massage of the bump right inside the top of your pussy. You look down at the thick trunk of a forearm, seeing the muscles tense and relax as they work inside you. You stare at the object, the brauny forearm, as you succumb to the deprivation of your life as he dispassionately controls the neck and head with the other arm. Finally, your body forgets about you and your brain and only reacts to the external stimuli. The orgasm floods out of you, you can hear the gushing as his fingers continue their work through the orgasm. He lets your neck go and your lungs instantly fill just to empty again with a loud cry of satisfaction. As your body jerks trying to bring the nerves back into order, he grabs you by the head and lays you down. It’s only now that he enters you. His thick cock mirroring his forearms. He takes all of you as a sheave for himself, wrapping him tightly in your raw, fresh orgasm. He takes himself as deep as he can inside you, and just stands there, sensing your deepest intimacy. He waits a moment before extracting himself, hurting you more than relieving you, and your left with a longing as you see him take his next conquest. In the brief interlude, you see the ground fill up writhing bodies, some women not able to control themselves and getting close to the other men already finished with you. Donia, still orally trying to satisfy the Head Priest before spreading her legs and sitting on his lap, staring down at his mask. You lay your head back, and you look at the moon, replaying Idelisa’s voice in your head. “The moon.” Each man takes his place first in front of you, and then deep inside you. Each one playing with you in a whole new way. Each one leaving before you have the satisfaction of feeling their abundance spoil you. You gasp when they fuck you hard. You smile at them when they take their place in front of you. You shriek when they release your orgasms. And it continues, over and over, and time becomes inconsequential.
Chapter 7
All the men have finished with you. After taking a moment to regain your breath and your senses, you take the time to look around. The scene is just as erotic as any you have witnessed. Writhing physiques contorted together in a myriad of positions. Your eyes quickly find Idelisa and you see her underneath a different man, his cock probably still wet with your pussy essence. Her head cocked to the side and breathing hard. You find Venetia next and you see her unmistakable frame and hair riding on top of a cock, while her mouth orally quenches another male directly in front of her. Her hands use his thighs as support for her hips, furiously grinding away. Donia still embracing the Head Priests virility with the inside of her body. Another woman has joined her place on the arm of the throne, spearing herself with the fingers extending out from his arm. Her face looking out over the crowd, twisted in an expression of deliberation as she moves back and forth in a rhythm of seedy salacity. Two other women sharing a man, one riding his cock, the other letting his face work inside her as she gently moves her pussy back and forth over him. Each one of his hands reaching up to touch both of them. Another girl getting fucked from behind while she tastes the libido of another woman. The woman, her eyes on him as she encourages him to go harder, no doubt increasing the intensity of her satisfaction as he goes harder. You’re surrounded by salaciousness in every direction you look, no scene staying the same for too long. A constantly changing view of fertile carnality. You hardly notice the man walking too you until it’s obvious he is coming you. Your body tenses up in unknown lechery. His naked body explicit in his desire for you. You place him, as the third man, the one with the fingers. He walks up slowly and surely, as only a man confident in himself through years of experience, work, and steadiness can. His going gray, full head of hair cut close leers lewdly at your body. While your mind is trepidatious, your pussy yearns for the sight in front of you. It starts to contract and relax, ready for what’s coming.
He makes a surprising move and leans down. You hear the ringing of chains, as your legs now have a freedom that was sorely missing. They instantly try to gain a foothold but your ass is close to the edge. He takes your young, supple body in his coarse, tough hands. He lifts you up gently and moves you further into the middle of the altar. Now there is enough room for your body to stretch out. He climbs on top of you, not releasing your hands from their custody. The new position allows blood flow to return everywhere it had struggled to go before, a slight euphoria coming over you as the oxygen is diverted ever so slightly from your brain. As he takes his place above you, you can feel his cock impressing against the skin of your inner thighs. The warmth of his body starts to penetrate yours, as the chill of the night air is taken away. His mouth ends up close to your ear, as his body engulfs yours. You become very aware of his cock, even as he leaves it to its own devices, comfortable with letting it travel anywhere it wants, knowing he controls it. He whispers into your ear, “You looked cold.” His compassion intensifies the immoral urge you have to let him take you however he wants. His mouth nestles into your neck, finding a soft comfort that he enjoys. You feel the security and warmth of him and his strength.
“What is your name.” you delicately question.
“Iden.” He definitively responds.
“What does that mean?”
“Wealth.”
You let out a gasp. Your legs spread subconsciously. He responds to his cue. His thick cock slides between the skin of your inner thighs and starts to assault your permitting pussy. His cock wasn’t fully appreciated the first time around as his fingers explicitly made their presence known. But as every inch of cock presses further into you, you appreciate the intimate entanglement of your bodies in this manner. He pushes into you as deep as he can go and then stays there. His warm breath measured and calm as it exhales onto you, belying the excitement of the moment. He pulls backward to generate another thrust deep inside you. He moves calmly and slowly, ensuring that you feel every part of him that you can. The warmth of his body has quickly heated you up, little bits of sweat start to form as he protects you from the cold embrace of the night. His cock warms inside and against you. He still has yet to increase his motion. He takes his time, measuring you up, finding out how much you can take, knowing that he has a too much for most women. With every measured thrust you moan softly into his ear, encouraging him to give you everything he has and more.
“There is something I want you to do.” He firmly whispers I side your ear, speaking directly to your soul.
“What?” You impatiently gasp.
“Say my name every time I plunge inside you.”
“Okay.” You passionately whisper.
So it begins. A push deep in you, squeezing out your lubrication. Your legs lift and spread. “Iden.” You painfully cry. Then another forceful drive, followed by “Iden.” With every implulse he sends into you, a masculine grunt finds its way into your ears. His body and his face stick close to yours, and you keep your word as you repeat his name every time his indelicate sex is forced into you. Pretty soon, your gasping his name as fast as you can, feeling the way his cock spreads you and takes you. Soon, it’s htting the right spot. Your legs have spread as far as they can, as high as they can, his shoulders pin you down hard. You bite into his shoulder with a muffled “Iden” coming out with the ever increasing thrusting power of his cock. The crescendo builds, and soon you realize that by making you say his name, he gave you control over the pace. He goes as hard as you want him to go. This is what you want, the cock misplacing your insides, imposing itself through your torso until it feels like your entire body is filled with him. As he massages the walls of your pussy with the soft layer of his skin over his testosterone and blood infused cock, your teeth grip tighter to his shoulder, your breathing becomes more sparse and a looming explosion builds. You pant his name aggressively more and finally he frees another orgasm from within you. An ear splitting scream fills the forest, and though you don’t know it, captures the attention of everyone present, distracting each other from the lasciviousness of their rendezvous. Smaller cries of fulfillment scream from your lungs as he chases his debaucherous desire with you. Soon he is there and you feel him clench you in his brute strength, squeezing way too hard, but you don’t dare protest as you enjoy the warm feeling of cum spread through your pussy. He takes more advantage of you, pushing harder, more cum shooting into you, as his lips start to impart your neck looking for the forgiveness from taking advantage of you in such an impure way. You lean your head over, and find his neck, encouraging him that he did the right thing. He squeezes with his hands, assuring that he was wrong and appreciates the forgiveness, but he must do the right thing and leave now, so as not to dishonor you any further. Your legs wrap hard around him, squeezing every bit of cum you can, to make more of him yours. However his strength is too much and eventually you’re left at the altar, cold and almost empty again, as he goes to find someone else with to share his passion with.
Chapter 8
As Iden climbs off of you, Donia and the Head Priest stride toward you. You wonder if you were too loud or if you did anything wrong. If there was some rule that you had broken. If they were going to put the chains back on you and punish you.
“You made quite the impression, AIthne. The Head Priest is impressed with your passion, and fertility. He wants to know more about you.” Donia comes around and takes you out of the chain attached to your wrists, tenderly rubbing them as they are released. “Stand, Aithne.” You get up, standing for the first time in forever. The moon long below the trees, just little bits lighting and bouncing off of your skin, poorly attempts to light the altar. The Head Priest disrobes himself. His cock glistens with the remnants of Donia’s passion. He lays down on the altar, his back faced upward. His cock still firm and now attentive to your body. As you stand there, you feel the cum drip down your legs. Donia slides next to you, everyone else going back to chase their primal passions. She grabs you, first your ass with one hand then your throbbing sore pussy with another before shoving her face into your ear. “He wants you. Give yourself to him. Honor this.” She ties up his hands. You get on top and straddle him. You look down at the only thing covering him, the golden mask, and you want to see who he is. Quickly you make a move to reveal him. As you touch the mask, he grabs your hand and with all his force in his other hand smacks you across the face. He hangs on tight to your wrist. The smack leaves you reeling and angry. YIU grab his cock under you and squeeze it tightly, forcing his hand to show some emotion. But nothing, as the hand that slapped you grabs your hip, the fingers extending around to the top of your ass, and guiding you onto him. You release your grip and settle down on him. Your ass, thick enough for the skin to brush against his thighs, starts to gyrate slowly. Donia now climbs on the altar. She runs her fingers down your back, tracing invisible lines through every erogenous zone. His hand has still not released or relaxed it’s grip on you. You’re forced to do with the movement of your hips.
“He wants you to cum. He wants to cum. Inside you.” The mask stares at you lifelessly while you close your eyes, appreciating the touch of Donia. Her other hand now has to get involved. First through your collarbone, gently picking up the nerves, then down through your breasts, softly making it’s way in direct conflict with the now violent movements of your hips and ass. The giant cock inside you, doing what it can to take its attention away from her, but her touch is just too alluring. The fingers run down the center line of your belly, her other hand massages your ass and finally the front fingers find your clit again. Her soft expert touch, works on you. Your hips move back and forth, the cock rubbing against it, Donia applying the right amount of pressure, and before anything else can happen another gushing release, this one taking the rest of your energy away. You spasm on top of him, your breasts fall against his muscular chest, Donia’s fingers all over you. “Make him cum.” She encourages you to keep going, but your exhaustion is starting to set in. You work, you shake your ass, you slap it against his thighs, your muscles ache with every movement. Nothing is working. Then finally you get back up, the last remaining moonlight somehow finds its way to your huge breasts, lighting them in the darkness. YOU move slowly, softly, deliberately. You stroke his cock with your pussy, up the shaft and down again, gracefully, your one free hand, you place on his chest. Fingertips barely digging in. Finally it comes to you. You lean over spilling the large mounds of frim flesh against him, ever so slightly rubbing against his. Your pussy maintains its sweet rhythm. Then you begin to whisper, “Cum. Cum inside me.” It’s a gentle soothing whisper. “I want it so bad. Please. Give me your cum.” Your ass makes one last move down. Your pussy absorbs his all of his cock and then you whisper “I want it now. All of your cum… Daddy.” His hand tightens around your wrist, his other gropes and digs into the flesh of your ass, and then the explosion inside your pussy occurs, the wet warm cum fills it up and you feel it shock you. A smile deviously forms along your mouth and you sink deeper into him. ‘Thank you. Thank you so much Daddy.”
After a brief period of rest you two climb off the altar together, and he leads you and Donia to the throne. He takes his place on the throne, but the two of you take your place next to his legs at the seat of the throne. Donia reaches over with her mouth and gives you a sweet embrace again. You both then look to the scene below you, watching the festivities, the night stay alive. But as you look around and to the east, you see the beginnings of sunlight push through the atmosphere, a dark blue shifting lighter closer to the horizon. A new day beginning, a new day for a new you.
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