I already realized that he would take me sexually and in spite of my horror at the thought, I was also excited at the prospect. Keeping my hands on his heavy balls holding them up from where they had been hanging behind his massive girth, I craned my neck and keeping my eyes wide open I kissed his left inner thigh. Then I put my arms around his hips and gently but resolutely kissed his right thigh. I heard myself whimper and keen like a little animal as I further pressed my face forward still nuzzling into his darkness between his enormous thighs and the swaying branch-like girth of the monstrosity hanging between them. I felt the bulbous pulsating heat using my sense of smell to guide me until I felt the coarse hard flesh of the hot and heavy balls on my lips. I parted my lips and kissed them, first gently and then more resolutely. I laved them with my tongue and the saliva that had suddenly flooded my mouth as if I was about to devour the most delicious bar of chocolate in the world. Then, after a moment of stupor I straightened my back and sat up on my heels looking straight up at his stern face leering down at me.
“Stand up straight, child. You have a lovely body. You should not try to hide it by slouching. If you do I will take that as an insult for you are working to protect what is mine, and I will have you punished accordingly. I thought Branigan had taught you as much by now. Stick out those firm young tits for me to see.” My back goes rigid arching until my breasts are sticking way out from my body. I see them like two big cones pointed at the tip with my hard nipples begging to be abused by his rough hands.
“You obey well, little one. Spread your legs for me.” I feel like rubber all over, but I obey parting my feet on the cold, moist grass knowing his hand would soon be between my thighs reaching to touch what is inevitably soon to become his. “Spread them wider.” I do as tell feeling the cold air blowing between my folds. I look down as his enormous hand covers my chest and slides down over my naked belly his fingers touching my newly shaved pussy. When he cups me, his gentle touch takes my breath away. He feels warm and cold, soft and rough all at the same time. I want to cry, laugh and hug him, and also run away as far as I can. I don’t know if my heart can take the rate it is beating at. I feel like a bird is trapped in my chest fighting to break out.
“What do you want me to do to you, sweet Lena?” There was absolute honesty in his intonation and instinctively I knew that if I asked for it, he would have arranged my release back into the world right away. I looked down, and I blush helplessly. “I want you to make me yours, Sir.”
“Call me my Lord.”
“My Lord,” I quailed. The giant creature nodded his big head. From the proximity of where I’m standing, I can almost taste his musk that suffuses everything around him. An indescribable mixture of male power and something sharp and metallic permeates the air. I can see that his dark skin is covered in hieroglyphic tattoos, most of them unknown to me except for the occasional Celtic cross and thorns.
“Walk with me, girl,” he says and turns. I rush to keep up with his broad stride as I feel his fingers thick and gnarly, come to hold me by the hand like a child, almost dragging me after him. We walk into an enormous stone structure that looks like an ancient church of some sort. With a start, I realize that we have entered the main hall of the building, and I almost faint to see multitudes of people in the aisles turn to look at us as we walk up the center alley. My heart almost stops and forgets to beat when I catch a glimpse of the pale face of my master looking up at me from near the podium. Where he is sitting, he is flanked on either side by two gorgeous pregnant women that seem almost like the spitting twin sisters of the two chaperones that brought me into the courtyard. Without so much as slowing his gait the Overlord acknowledges some people in the crowd and then drags my stumbling form to join him up on the dais where he seats himself in an enormous wood throne. On the left side is a large bed bigger than anything I have ever seen and on the right – something that looks very much like a church altar.
“Sit in my lap, wench,” he says and slaps my butt to the humiliating amusement of everybody there. Everybody but my master.
I want to curl up and vanish as I feel the hundreds of eyes almost physically rake my naked skin as the people gawk at me where I curl up in the giant’s lap feeling the heat of his groin warm like fire underneath my butt.
“Womanhood weakens a girl’s joints.” His long gnarly fingernail traversed down my upper thigh to the dimple above my knee where it twisted so his skin, cold and damp, could touch my kneecap. “But yours are strong and graceful. When is the last time you had anything to drink,” his voice is wonderfully gentle and in stark contrast to his grotesque and menacing appearance.
“They gave me to drink a sweet- tasting concoction moments before they led me to you, Sir.”
“My Lord.” I look up at him, but I can only see the deathly seriousness in his eyes.
“Yes, my Lord.”
“You obey well.”
“Thank you, my Lord,” the words though exceedingly odd feel somehow natural given the circumstances. I like sitting in his warm lap that feels welcoming and a source of strength to me. Not even when I was out with Master Branigan had I felt so safe like now when I’m sitting in this giant monster’s embrace. His hands, so big and gnarly, had been resting on the small of my back and my knees, but now, as my body began to relax, started to move about exploring me for the very first time. I feel as if shocks of electricity emanate from the tips of his fingers as they explore about my body.
“Patience, little slut.” In spite of the hard words, his voice is so sweet and soft that I whimper and relax and lean back into his chest. His fingers move up across my tummy gently tracing the contours of my muscles and ribs making goosebumps appear like comet dust in their wake. His hands are gentle, yet demanding as they completely ignore my throbbing breasts and find their way up the sides of my neck cup my face and then play with my ears.
“Breathe, little one enjoy you.” I obey his command my body suddenly turning to mush as I swoon against him. Everybody in the gathered crowd is dead silent bearing witness to my impending defilement. He is so deliciously slow and wonderfully deliberate that I feel all my initial worries fly out the window. His fingers seem to have a life of their own and move from the sides to explore my red lips tracing along my mouth and chin. With his other hand, he tilts my head from behind until I am made to look straight at him with my wide-open eyes. A long ringed finger then finds its way through my lips, and I suck down on it.
My eyes never leave his. His fingers enter my mouth and run over my teeth, and I take them as they move over my wet tongue, the inside of my cheek, exploring my intimate space. One finger has become two forcing my mouth to open wider. Then, finally, I realize what he is doing – training me to take him orally as though he’s using his cock and not his hand. My lips are stretched wide when two fingers become three washing over my tongue.
“Press your tongue down and out,” he orders me and I slowly comply. My eyes have grown bleary with unbidden tears and then I feel his mouth, only inches from mine open in his tongue come out to touch mine. His is so broad and long! It is as if it belongs to a creature of a different species! I feel my tongue recoil initially, but then it moves back out again as if of its volition. He holds me by the scruff of the neck, and I cannot move. My tongue can barely stretch past the confines of my engorged lips but is effortlessly met by the probing long tentacle-like organ of my Lord. Our tongues begin dancing with each other, taking turns – his tongue over mine, then mine over his. It is both deliciously obscene and naughtily playful. No one has ever done that to me before. My hands have clenched into tight little fists in my lap as I concentrate my entire being into the tip of my sensitive organ.
Then he breaks the kiss and carefully spins me just so that my breasts are pointing towards him and turned up blushing hot, my nipples engorged and aching for fulfillment. They feel almost painful, taught and full of milk. By now I’m extremely familiar with the sensation. I haven’t been milked since the two masseuses drank from me wh
ile I was asleep early that morning. Under normal circumstances, I would be in semi-pain, and genuine discomfort as my breasts are heavy and tight.
“Feed me, my dove.” His voice is my command, and I hurry to obey.
Then his mouth moves down and engulfs my nipple, and it happens! I feel the release in my breast as my milk begins to flow. A sudden welcoming all-encompassing warmth fills my body and my eyes just flit back with the sensations rocking all the way down to my very womb which vibrates with dizzy frustration. As he suckles at it, he also gently strokes and massages around my breast and everything about my initial aversion to this strange man and the ritual is forgotten. I even forget that my milk is meant for my master alone as deep contentment suffuses my senses. I move my hand out from in between our bodies and let it gently rest on the back of the Overlord’s neck. I hold him delicately drawing tight little circles along the broad expanse of his head as he consumes my body’s production.
He has taken possession of the breast closest to him first. Soon it is empty, and he just moves around to the other hugging me tighter in the process. His free hand, the one not holding me effortlessly by the shoulders slides down and finds its way to cup my pussy which is now hot and throbbing and obscenely on display between my splayed thighs. Gone is any sort of initial modesty. It is as if my entire body has been placed in a warm bath – feelings of complete comfort and contentment combining with deep insatiable lust have pushed out anything else from my mind. Then I feel my nether lips gently spread apart as a long thick probing digit uncomfortably but implacably keeps going in.
The impossible happens, and my nipples grow even harder like little pebbles on my chest, and my milk almost spurts forcefully into the greedy hotness of the insatiable Lord. Without thinking about it I spread my legs wider to give him better access to me. After a short moment my blood begins to run faster yet and without even realizing it I start to moan with the first tantalizing hints of my oncoming orgasm. “MMM MM delicious, I think I have found my new favorite milk slave for this season.” His words just fail to register right now as his long seemingly endless finger keeps thrilling at my virginal folds. I can feel my climax building up from deep within me like a creature summoned from the depths of the ocean by its master.
“Come for me sweet sugar milk maid! Come for your Lord!”
And then it hits! Like the release of a thousand stampeding mustangs, my orgasm comes crashing down on me. I hear screams echoing throughout the chamber cavernous chamber of the old church and then I recognize my voice – “Ahh! Ungh!! Ohhh” his finger, just one – big thick and long is vibrating at a gentle but ever-hastening pace. The last hints of coherent thought whisper uncomfortable questions in the back of my mind, but I ignore them with uncharacteristic resolve.
The pain and bruising of my still tender girlish flesh scream for attention but is completely ignored. I have no time for anything other than the throbbing pain of my contracting uterus and the louder cries of my passion as it tears through me.
My mind is flooded with unbelievable ecstasy as his thumb comes down to stroke my swollen and hypersensitive nubbin at the apex of my intimate lips. But my brain isn’t really in control of anything anymore.
“My Lord….”
“Yes, baby slave.” His fingers are everywhere, like live animals playing with my folds, buffeting me higher and higher.
“May I come, my Lord?” I am whimpering, begging now.
“Again?” His laugh is loud and booming and I blush hotly feeling the jealous eyes of the audience breaking my nakedness. I am such a slut! “You may, sweet slave. Come for your Lord!”
My legs jerk in spasmodic paroxysms as my hips fly off the Overlord’s lap and grind lewdly into his hand. I cannot control myself, and soon a humiliating sloshing sound accompanies a geyser of fluid that erupts in shameful abandon from within my folds. I scream my humiliation and ecstasy for all to witness my offering.
“Shush, little one. You didn’t pee yourself, you came,” I turned and buried my head into his chest and start sobbing wondering what the hell is happening to me? Can a girl fall in love with the devil? Can He possess her? Oh God! He cuddles me softly and I bask in the embrace of his overwhelming maleness, the scent of his penchant and musky but intensely exciting sweat sends every single pore on my skin pulsating, craving the molecules of his aroma as they come to cling onto my body.
“I didn’t know I can do that,” I whisper softly afraid that somebody might hear.
“There’s much you don’t know, slave, but worry not — I will teach you. Why is it that only the males of humans should be able to experience the joy of an ejaculation? Surely there’s nothing that they have done to set them apart from the Feminine?” I look at him puzzled at his question, not sure if he expects me to answer. His face rearranges itself into a sneer that I assume to be a smile, and I look down and push back my face into the nape of his thick neck nuzzling him and seeking the comfort that right now only he can provide.
***
He waited a while for the girl to compose herself giving her time to come to terms with the emotions roiling her innocent heart. He was vastly impressed with the young woman. In spite of everything she had had the presence of mind to ask for permission before coming. That had never happened before. Not to a virgin on her first night at the ritual. Little Lena was turning out to be a starling little slave. After a while, he gently took her by the hand and guided her to her feet. “Lena it is almost time.” Her dark doe-like eyes stared at him going big. The overlord enjoyed the pain of her fear he saw there. His hand came up and tenderly cupped her face and in spite of his decades of experience that had hardened his heart into the consistency of virtual granite he lowered his mouth to hers in a tender kiss.
She tentatively paused and pulled back. “Can you…” Lena closed her eyes in sudden shame. It was suddenly so difficult to ask. She had been silent for so long. “Can it be gentle?” Her beautiful mouth trembled on the plea.
She could well imagine the image she made standing naked by him up there on the podium before the entire congregation. She doubted anybody could hear her whisper and wondered what they thought she had said.
“You mean, can I be gentle?” The plain truth of his words made the heated flesh of her damp cheeks deepen. Her gaze fell down to where her breasts brushed against his chiseled abdomen.
“I didn’t mean to –“ she stopped midsentence feeling his thick finger at her lips.
“I will, little slave. I will be gentle and slow.” Then he removed the restraining digit and replaced it with his mouth. It was a bruising kiss, and she tasted her milk on his lips. He plundered her lips as he began. His tongue swept deep into her mouth, just begging her to suck it. Instinctively Lena pushed back at his chest at first, having the intention to avoid his obvious need for a public display. But his hand came down and fisted in her hair, the other hand going to her lower back to press her firmly against him. She had struggled for only a moment before she was lost, growing week with welcome indecision, pressing herself soft against his hardness, sucking at his tongue as if her life depended on it. Then she realized that it in fact did. Her hands flitted helplessly between them her wrists suddenly flapping about like the wings of a bird as she sought purchase in his unfamiliar body. She forgot about her master, her mother and everybody else. She was ready to be taken. Such was his power over her.
He was the one to pull back, and she stood there gasping for breath her mouth open, her lips red with blood that had rushed into them. “But first, I will need to do one last thing to you, Lena.” She squeezed her fingers tight in his giant fist.
“Anything, my Master, and Lord,” she said blushing violently.
“I know you are already predisposed to obey without question, but even you like all women need a gentle persuasion.” The overlord saw Jenny's breasts heave and blush with emotion at his words. She looked up at him like a wild fawn at the wolf about to devour her. She knew she couldn't stop him from whatever he wanted to do, an
d he felt her delicious surrender like copper on his tongue. Even now he could sense the sweet aroma of her pussy as it flowered open in anticipation. “Ancient tradition proscribes that an Overlord’s Consort can only be bound to him through pain. That is why all the members of our ancient society are here to bear witness to your submission. You can only learn from pain I'm afraid. I have decided to spare you the whip, but you will be spanked,” he said reaching to hold her face in his enormous hand. He could see the flush cover her cheeks in pleasing pinkness as the thought of an erotic spanking clearly excited the girl.
"I will submit, my Lord. Should I go down on my hands and knees?" He smiled. She sounded so eager to please.
“No. You will go place your butt up on the altar and lie on your back. It will be your pussy that I will punish today. You will hold your legs wide open for me so that I may have access to all of you. If you close your thighs, this will mean that you don’t want to serve me. Even if you close them only once, our tradition dictates that I cannot accept you as my woman. Do you understand, sweet child?”
She nodded and whispered softly, “I do.”
“I cannot accept any excuses. Even if the pain seems unbearable at any point.” There will be pain, she thought.
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