by Jason Lenov
I can't give in!
"It's not giving in, Matthew," his brooding voice came from beside me. "It's just accepting our hospitality. It's how we weave you into our little tale."
His hand touched my back. And then a shove. I staggered forward.
One of the women turned and began to crawl towards me on her hands and knees. "Let me help you, Matthew," she sang her siren's song.
I looked on helpless as she hooked her fingers at my belt and yanked my trousers down. My cock sprang out, greedy and searching for the wet succor of a willing mouth or cunt.
As she reared onto her knees I gazed at her big belly, the skin stretched taut. Milk had started leaking from her nipples in a tiny river of white. Before I knew it, the pale pink of her puckered lips was touching the raging, red head of my cock. She slipped me into her mouth.
"Oh!" I groaned as her tongue darted playfully along my shaft. She licked up from my root, towards the tip, teasing the cum to come out. Then, with her hands on my thighs she sank forward and impaled her face onto my cock. I felt the tight muscles of her throat closing around me as her tongue flicked out and licked my balls.
I shook with pleasure at her filthy kiss and felt a spurt of sperm shoot out.
She looked up with hungry eyes as she swallowed my offering and began coaxing me for more.
Now the other two were crawling towards us. Their hands crept up my calves and thighs, then cupped my balls and teased my tight back hole.
"I want some!" Anna Casala cried, her voice shrill.
Anna Tempera popped off of my cock with a noisy slop and let her sister take her place.
I groaned at the feeling of a different mouth wrapping me in its heat, muscles squeezing my iron rod.
Then the third Anna, Anna Karita, swung around, taunting me with the sight of her slit already leaking cream and the winking dark spot of her back hole.
"Take her," Pater growled.
As Anna Casala fell away I fell to my knees, no longer in control. My hard muscle bounced and jumped so that I had to take it with my hand and point it at her hot pink, gushing mess. As my cock's head touched her tender folds, she giggled filling me with a lusty rage. I thrust my hips forward and plunged my flesh into her hot sheath.
The feeling of sinking into a woman's willing cunt seared up my spine and made me swoon. Gripping her behind I began driving my cock over and over into her squeezing, pulsing snatch. My mind tore away from me again, floating somewhere distant and forgotten. Now there was only one imperative. Only one story. Delivering my seed.
I felt fingers in between my legs, tendrils of heat. They touched my sack and began to caress it, urging my gift from me and into the hungry womb. Faster and faster I fucked giving my whole self away to the chase of that final, soaring pleasure.
"Yes!" Pater Rex thundered. "Fuck, Matthew! Fuck!"
I looked up to see him leering at my cock disappearing into Anna Karita. I looked down, now mesmerized by the sight of it myself.
I felt the first surge, the first wave of an orgasm that I knew would carry me up and up and up. I roared. I threw my head back. I felt a swell of semen rush through my aching shaft. Time slowed, then melted away completely as I screamed and crested up to that sacred place inside my mind. The place where I was most myself. The place that me resided.
In front of me the paddock door swung open. Behind it, two women stood. Anna Rebecca and my own Anna Elizabeth.
"Ah!" the sound came out in a wobbly moan as I realized that, for the second time since we'd arrived, my beautiful Anna Elizabeth was watching me eject by the body of another woman. It shook me but the intensity of my orgasm did not falter. I shuddered as my cock retched hot seed into Anna Karita who had begun laughing as I spewed.
As I crashed down from my climax, I fell back my flagging cock sliding out of Anna Karita's leaking pussy with a slurp. "Anna Elizabeth, I'm sorry!" I called out as the paddock door swung shut. Then I felt the oppressive weight of Pater Rex's palm on my shoulder once again.
"Don't be sorry, Matthew. She knows this story. It's her story, too."
I craned my neck and behind me the women in the barn were clawing closer, each trying to catch a glimpse of the mess I'd left inside Anna Karita's occupied womb.
Anna Casala rose beside me, across from Pater Rex. She was holding her heavy breast up with one hand. She brought the pointy nipple of her teat to my lips.
"Drink," she whispered. "Drink."
I could not resist. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't. Pater's firm hand held me in place as Anna Casala pushed her bounty past my lips and squeezed herself. A spurt of thick cream hit the back of my throat. At the first taste of it, I began to suck.
I pulled and suckled on that swollen nipple, suddenly overcome with a new and strange desire. A warmth settled in the back of my mind as a memory that was just a feeling melted my spine. For what greater comfort is there but to suckle at a woman's breast. All my shame and disgust and revulsion with myself faded as I drank her precious, warm potion. Then the barn began to fade and the last thing I remembered was being lowered to the ground by Pater Rex's strong hands as I drifted off to sleep.
***
The sounds of large men chanting roused me from my slumber. They echoed somewhere in the dark halls of the stone building. I'd somehow been returned there from the barn, carried most likely. But it was not to the same room as the night before. This room was larger, had a hearth, a table and two wooden chairs. It also had two beds, one of which I was lying on, the other was occupied by a man. A man reading a book.
"You are awake," he offered as I stirred.
"I am," I answered.
He was a thin man with a sloping forehead and a hawkish nose. His joints seemed to large for his bones and when he stood it looked like he might tip over from the weight of his large head.
"Where...where am I?"
"You are still in Gentle," he explained.
"Where...where is Anna Elizabeth?"
He shot me a puzzled look and then seemed to understand. "She is to be your wife?"
"Yes."
"Taken to be cleaned, no doubt."
"Cleaned?" I asked.
"For the ceremony."
"What ceremony?" I asked, suppressing a groan. What next? What vile and filthy thing would happen next? And why couldn't I just see my Anna Elizabeth. Just hearing her speak would make everything better, I knew this to be true.
"You had best get up and get ready," he said, placing the book on the table. He moved to a credenza by the wall, leaned over and splashed his face with water.
"Ready? For what?"
"There is a wedding tonight. They are already chanting the hymns. It means it is close to time."
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The memory of what had happened that morning came flooding into my mind. The thought of how wet and hot Anna Karita's pussy had been around my girth made my cock lurch. I tried my best to push it aside. I sat up on the bed and watched the man finish his toilet. As soon as he was done I stood up with the intention to go and splash some of the cold water on my face. I was finding it difficult to come to.
The man turned to face me and extended his thin arms, offering me his bony hand. "I am Tobias."
"Matthew," I said taking his damp, limp hand and trying to shake it. It felt like touching a dead fish.
"We are to be brothers on this journey," he stated, then moved towards the table and took a seat.
"Brothers?"
"Brothers. I will be married in a few days time. You, a few days after that."
It seemed a reasonable enough explanation and I was glad to have someone talking about what was happening that was of sober mind. It seemed that Pater Rex spoke only in cryptic riddles. "What do you know of this place?" I asked.
Tobias drummed his fingers on the table before he spoke. "It is a nice place, isn't it? Especially with the fall colors."
"I suppose," I answered, already doubting that he would be much help shining a light on what was
going on. "How long have you been here?"
"A few weeks," Tobias replied.
"And...and your wife?"
"My fiancee? What about her?"
"Who is she?" I felt my cheeks warm at the thought that I may have already met her in that terrible barn.
"Anna Esther. She is with your woman right now, no doubt. The women all wash each other."
A tendril of jealous lust snaked up my spine at the notion. The women all washed each other? Did it mean that right then Anna Elizabeth was being bathed by some of the others? It seemed so intimate an act, especially for one so chaste as Anna Elizabeth. The thought led me to recall the barn again. A long silence settled between us.
After a time, Tobias broke the silence. "You have been Anointed?" he asked, sounding very casual.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again. What did I say? Was he really asking about what had happened? Had it happened to him? Had Pater Rex also taken him to the mothering barn? Had he, too, felt the tight, wet comfort of the three Anna's?
"You are embarrassed."
"I am not!" I snapped.
"You are. I can tell by how rosy your face is. There is no need for embarrassment." He spoke with an ominous calm. "All are Anointed, that will be welcomed into the Story."
I furrowed my brow. "Story?" I muttered.
Tobias pushed the book forward with a bony finger.
"What is this?" I asked, peering at the book.
The cover was a navy blue with gold lettering in a simple font.
The Brave Brother's Companion.
I looked up and eyed Tobias. "Scripture?" I asked.
He shrugged. "A story. This story. The story of Gentle and it's children."
With one finger I opened the cover to look inside. The pages were thin, brittle almost and the font was small.
"You can read it if you like but you will get your own."
I closed the book. The whole thing was becoming stranger and stranger with each passing minute. "Who are they?"
"Who?" Tobias asked in a quiet owl's hoot.
"The Brave Brother's?"
For the first time since I'd woken, Tobias mouth cracked into a crooked grin. "We are they."
I sighed. His answers were not much more satisfying than Pater Rex's had been. I had no interest in playing his cryptic game. I turned and walked towards the basin.
The door opened with a noisy groan. Two shadows, men in robes, possibly those from the night we'd first arrived, seemed to float into the room.
"Time to ready your brides."
My insides squeezed in anguish. I shot Tobias a glance. He was already standing, already moving towards the door. Then he was out, past the two robed figures and into the hallway. Something felt...off about it. But what choice did I have?
With a deep breath, to steady my shaking, I began to walk towards the door.
Chapter 8
It became obvious that the chanting was coming from the church. The streets were empty as Tobias and I were lead towards the tall building. As we approached, the chanting grew louder. Then I saw that the building was lit from the inside. By the way the light flickered in the windows I knew it to be candles casting it.
What was happening? Where was I going? Walking towards the steps and the entrance I suddenly yearned for Pater Rex. Perhaps he was cryptic but at least I felt him to be a steady figure in all of this. Though he hadn't shown it overtly, I felt like I could count on him for support.
The two men in dark robes stopped at the steps but waved the two of us inside. Tobias walked in, as if he had no fear of what would happen within those walls. As if, perhaps, he'd seen this all before.
With a certain reluctance, I followed. Once inside, I felt the air leave my lungs.
The place was lit with a ring of large lanterns hang from the walls. It was a circular space with a podium in the middle and three rows of benches lining the walls. The benches were filled with people, the denizens of Gentle, no doubt. The women, all blonde and as supple and ripe as my Anna Elizabeth sat in one area. To one side of them were men. All the men that I had seen walking the streets of Gentle that day. Dark skin and fine, muscled forms. To the other side sat a different group of men. These were all wiry and lanky, as Tobias was. And all of them a pale, almost ghostly white.
That was not what drew the air from my chest and wouldn't let it return. It was what was at the center of the place, up on the three steps of the podium that held my attention and made my whole body seize in fright.
There, kneeling with two other women, was Anna Elizabeth in a thin, white robe. The three women had their backs to each other and were looking out onto the audience, their expressions serene.
The sight of my beloved glance at me shook me from my stupor. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered her and I wanted nothing more than to run past the throng, sink onto my knees before her and tell her she was my queen. I felt my body lean forward. I stretched out a hand. My mouth opened to call out her name.
The feeling of a large, heavy hand descending on my shoulder held me in place.
I drew a breath to cry out. I felt the warmth of someone else's breath on the back of my neck.
"No, Matthew. Not yet. The ceremony is about to begin. You will have the chance to see her later. Alone."
A strange calm came over me at the sound of Pater Rex's deep whisper. A part of me still wanted to resist, still wanted to go and tell my Anna Elizabeth I loved her and that I would do anything for her, but somehow his reassurance brought me comfort. I turned and looked into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir," I said, "it's just...I don't know what is happening and..." I couldn't bring myself to finish. A tightness gripped my throat and I felt that if I kept talking I might begin to cry. I bit my tongue and turned to stare at her again.
"All will become clear soon, Matthew," he explained. "Now. They will begin."
With that, the chanting grew louder. Out of the darkness at the edge of the circle shapes in black robes emerged.
My eyes widened at the sight of so many large men walking in unison. They passed down the aisles, through the crowds. All eyes turned to stare at them. The lanky men fidgeted in their seats, stealing glances as they passed. Their black brothers looked on with an air of certainty. And the women? The women could not help but smile and giggle amongst themselves, like schoolgirls sharing secrets while the teachers back was turned.
As the men all met around the podium, thirteen of them I counted, a ring was formed around the three women in the center and the chanting stopped.
"Peace and goodness to you all!" one of the thirteen exclaimed.
The congregation stirred. "May peace and goodness fill our cups with light!" they murmured.
"And may that light flow through us with the gift of life!" came another chant.
"All that lives begins in seed," the crowd responded.
A silence descended on the place with only the odd shuffle of shoes or rustling of skirts to interrupt it.
I turned to glance at Pater Rex. He only nodded, indicating with his eyes that I should look back to the podium and wait for what would happen next.
The silence lasted for an uncomfortably long time. Minutes dragged on and just when I thought I would no longer be able to stand it, the dark figures circling the podium began to sway. One by one they brought their hands up to the drawstrings that held the robes around their neck. One by one they untied them. One by one they shrugged them off, revealing that they were nothing underneath.
I gasped. The noise was so audible in the cavernous space that it drew glares from some of the women and a few of the seated men. The circle continued swaying, oblivious to my outburst. Pater Rex's firm paw squeezed my shoulder once again.
"You must be quiet, Matthew," he growled.
I steadied myself against his hand. The squeeze was still painful but somehow comforting at the same time. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of the thirteen naked men, muscles flexing and bulging as they swayed. They we
re all well-built specimens. They looked to have the strength of men who laboured all day, muscle and sinew and no fat that I could see. I didn't understand how this could be, since I had seen none of them working fields or building or mining. From what I'd seen they spent their days ambling about the town!
And then the realization came. I had completely forgotten that while I was staring at these men, my Anna Elizabeth was at the center of the circle with a much better view of them than I had! With a lump in my throat I let my eyes roam towards her. The thought of what I might see in them terrified me. Why if she had never seen a man exposed, she might faint from shock!
What I saw terrified me, made my insides twist and a cold icicle of jealousy prick through my chest. Anna Elizabeth's face no longer had the calm, complacent expression I had first seen. It had been replaced by a terrifying mix of wide-eyed wonder and awe. I followed the line of her sight and stifled another gasp.
Her gaze was resting on the throbbing, rising, flexing sight of one of their dark pricks!
I knew that I should be filled with anger and jealousy at what was happening! Some of it even rose up in me, burning up my throat and into my brain. I should, as any man would, shout out and put a stop to this bizarre ritual, this hedonistic heresy, this violation of the sacred vows of marriage that we were to exchange! I knew this. I knew this was what any good man would do!
But even with the weight of Pater Rex's hand removed, I could not bring myself to move. I could not bring myself to speak or shout or even tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding. I knew that to do so would make my a hypocrite. Because even as I stared at what was happening and as my objection to it raged violently inside myself, I could not ignore the fact that my own shaft had risen. I could not ignore that it was now pressing against my trousers so firmly that it threatened to split their seams and burst out.
I could not ignore that what I was looking at had awakened my arousal, a guilty, shameful arousal that would not relent.
