Virgin Tribute

by James, Delta

  “You are a wanton concubine. Up on your knees; I mean to breed you before starting the day.”

  “Drake...”

  Any protest she might have made was cut off when the hand that had been providing her with pleasure struck her behind to let her know it had been an order, not a request. She felt Drake roll up onto his knees, parting her legs as he did so. He grasped her hips and pulled her up before ramming his cock deep.

  “Drake,” she cried not in protest but in need.

  “You will learn that you were chosen and not the one doing the choosing. When I feel the need to breed you, I will do so. Best you settle yourself with that concept. You are not yet in estrous nor am I in rut. When that occurs, Raegan, you will be bred almost continually. You will only be allowed up to relieve yourself. Other than that, you will remain in our bed and at my disposal.”

  He thrust himself powerfully in and out of her. The barbs raked her pussy and caused her arousal to increase. Raegan screamed his name as a massive climax overtook her and her body responded to his demands. Raegan had few coherent thoughts after that. Mostly she was reduced to feelings of desire and a need to have him bury himself, his barbs catching hold of her as he released his cum in her. She did, however, wonder at when the idea of his rutting had begun to be something she eagerly anticipated.

  Drake hammered her from behind, continually fucking her through several orgasms until at last she felt his lust reaching its zenith, the barbs taking hold of her tender flesh and Drake flooding her pussy with his cum. She took a certain amount of pleasure listening to him grunt and groan as he did so, knowing that she was able to provide him with the same incredible level of satisfaction that he gave her.

  “Stay...” he started.

  “In position, I know, Drake.”

  “I will take a shower and then get us something to eat. You are not to move until I return to get you situated on your pillow.”

  “Drake?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Good morning to you too,” she giggled.

  He snorted and went about his morning ablutions.

  * * *

  Once showered, he returned to their room dressed in only a pair of loose sweatpants. His cock was already stirring again, seeing her in position to be fucked again. It hadn’t been that long and he wanted his previous mating to have time to cure.

  Drake walked over to her and fingered her bottom hole. She squirmed and he swatted her still well-colored backside.

  “You do not try to evade my touch. Reconcile yourself with the idea that I will fuck your ass and will do so whenever I choose.”

  She glanced back over her shoulder at him and glared. “You won’t fit and those spiny things on your cock are going to hurt.”

  He continued to leisurely stroke around her back entrance, not inserting anything into her.

  “Did it hurt when I fucked your mouth?”

  “Well, no, but...”

  “It will be the same when I fuck your bottom hole. The barbs only catch when they are inside my concubine’s pussy where depositing my seed is needed for her to conceive. And you took two of my fingers...”

  “That monstrosity you keep between your legs is a lot bigger than two fingers.”

  Drake swatted the entrance to her dark passage, causing her to yowl.

  “As I was saying before you interrupted me, you took my two fingers and then the plug. You will accommodate my cock.”

  He reached down and fingered her cunt. It was wet and not just with their combined essence but with new arousal as it pulsed around him. He withdrew his hands, making her groan in frustration, and reached down to pinch both of her nipples as he watched her pussy pulse more strongly.

  “Good. You should be ready to breed again when I come back and before I feed you.”

  He petted her pussy and left her there to continue to absorb his seed. He shook his head as he left. Never before, except in the extreme throes of the rut did he re-breed his concubine before she had several hours for his seed to take hold. He had to admit that he was beginning to enjoy breeding Raegan and not just because he believed she may well be the one he’d been waiting for.

  Drake made a simple breakfast of eggs, venison sausage, and cheese. He had found another small group of humans on what had once been the San Juan Islands. He had traded with them for years, providing them with cured meats in exchange for handcrafted cheeses and butter, which he kept frozen until needed. He cut potatoes grown above them into bite-size pieces before roasting them. Smiling as he remembered how he’d made her drink it the night before, he grabbed a bottle of water.

  He returned to the bedroom. His cock stiffened at the sight of her on the bed in position to be fucked, her vulva fully exposed and swollen with readiness. He placed the food on the bed beside her, pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could stand and mounted her in one swift move.

  Her response was incredible. Raegan screamed not from pain or shock at his handling, but as she climaxed beneath him. Her pussy’s spasms around his cock caused him to begin thrusting hard and deep. He could feel the barbs scraping along her walls and fast becoming rigid in order to catch her to him. Feeling the barbs sink deep, he began pumping her full of his seed again. Raegan orgasmed again and her cunt milked his cock for every drop. The coupling had been fast and frenzied but he had enjoyed it nonetheless.

  He remained buried in her as he leaned over her to pick up a piece of potato and poke it into her mouth.

  “Seriously?” she said as she chewed.

  “You must remain nourished and hydrated in preparation for your estrous and my rut.”

  He leaned down and ran his nose through her hair, down her shoulders, and across the top of her back, licking the small drops of sweat their frantic mating had produced. He pulled out of her, inhaling deeply.

  “It shouldn’t be much longer. Your body is beginning to prepare to come into heat. You will eat what I bring you and should I not be home, you are to eat at least every three to four hours and drink five to six bottles of water a day.”

  She turned to look back over her shoulder at him. “Where would you go?”

  “I have some trading that I would see done before I begin the rut. From your scent, I can tell I should be able to bring you into a high level of estrous in a few days. I am hopeful that this time my seed will find fertile ground and will then be reluctant to leave you for more than a few hours at a time. Later I will show you where our food stores are and you can begin to stock the food storage here next to the bed with what we will need.”

  “Why doesn’t the thought of you rutting with me disgust me?” Raegan asked him in a tone filled with curiosity.

  He stroked her spine and down her bottom.

  “Because my concubine takes pleasure in our mating.”

  “Do I provide you with any pleasure?” she asked hesitatingly.

  He smiled. “Great pleasure. It is rare for me to want to fuck my concubine as often as I do you unless she is in estrous and I am in rut. After you are allowed out of position, I will most likely take some of the salmon I caught yesterday to your people...”

  “They are not my people,” she said vehemently.

  He ignored her temper. “I shouldn’t be gone but a couple of hours or so. You are to remain on this level of the stronghold. Should I find you elsewhere, you will have your bottom hole breached for the first time when I am reminding you that I am dominant and you are not.”

  Drake removed himself to the kitchen and cleaned up. He hadn’t been joking. She was definitely beginning to come into estrous. At most she was only a few days out. He wanted to get the food stuffs to the people of the Sanctuary. He smiled and thought it odd that it pleased him that she did not identify with them. And he wanted to finish up some trading. He would deal with the Sanctuary today and those on the San Juan Islands tomorrow.

  He knew it would be more efficient to do it all in one day, but he loathed being gone from Raegan that long. He wanted to spill his seed in her belly ag
ain as well as in her ass and on her skin. He was certain that within the next two days, she would come into a high, hard heat cycle and he would rut her until he was certain she was out of heat and pregnant with his child. He smiled and shook his head, thinking then he would breed her again.

  When he returned to their room, she was still in position. He leaned down under the bed, brought the pillow up, and placed it beneath her.

  “You are to relax on your pillow for the next half an hour. Then you can get up and do whatever you like. If you like to shower, I suggest you do so, as after I return to you that privilege will be removed.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “I wasn’t challenging you, Drake, I was just asking a question.”

  He took a deep breath. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have growled at you. When I return, I will begin the process of bringing you into heat and me into rut. Scent is a great part of that and I will begin depositing my seed in your belly and ass as well as marking you. You will not be allowed to bathe until after the rut is over.”

  “Marking? As in leaving some kind of marks behind?” she asked somewhat fearfully.

  He patted her bottom gently, enjoying how it felt under his hand.

  “No. It will not be painful nor will it leave any permanent marks.”

  “But...”

  “Enough, Raegan. Half an hour—longer if you like, but no less. I am headed up to the deck so I can shift and take the agreed upon supplies to those at the Sanctuary. Do not disobey me and try to leave this level.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she said in a bored and disrespectful tone.

  He brought his hand down hard on her bottom, one swat to each cheek. “Do not mistake your ability to provide me with relief and pleasure as making you more than you are. Who are you, Raegan?”

  She sighed. “I am the Chosen One given to the Protector as tribute and concubine.”

  He patted her fanny and smiled as she winced before leaning down to kiss each of her globes that showed the color from his hand. “Yes, you are. See that you obey me... your ass will thank you for it.”

  Raegan lay on her belly, her pelvis tipped up by the pillow. He got up and left their room naked, headed for the elevator and the observation deck above. Once outside, Drake gathered the food stuffs to take to the Sanctuary and prepared to leave.

  He opened the panel that would allow him to leave and set it on the automatic function. This would ensure that it closed behind him and not open for anyone but someone with his unique DNA signature. The scanner hidden at the top of the track ensured that. Stretching his body, Drake called forth his beast and took off, taking a nosedive off of the deck before stretching his wings to catch the air and headed for the Sanctuary.

  He made good time to the rendezvous point. He preferred to rotate their meeting places to lessen the chance that someone would try to lay in wait to attack them. Once he had landed and reconnoitered the area, he changed back, donning his sweatpants. He’d found that humans, especially human males, were intimidated by his sheer physical size, not to mention the barbed phallus that hung between his legs.

  He was surprised to see Elder Stanley with the warriors who had come to retrieve their supplies from him.

  “Stanley?” said Drake as he looked between the warriors. None had taken an offensive stance, so he deduced that the elder wished to speak to him. “If you have something to say, Stanley, say it. I do not wish to tarry.”

  “I wanted to ensure that you had found the tribute. One of my warriors thought she might have escaped from her shackles.”

  “She did,” confirmed Drake. “I found her on one of the ferries in Elliott Bay facing down a beach master.”

  “I want you to know we did everything as we always have and do not want you to withdraw your support from the Sanctuary because of one stupid virgin. If she displeases you, we will supply you with another and you can do with her what you will.”

  “And if that is so, you would prefer that she not be returned to you?”

  “She has always been quarrelsome. I fear that if she were returned, she would cause trouble amongst those that we prepare to be tribute.”

  “She said you were not her people. I can see now why she feels that so vehemently. Should I worry that those who have been offered before and failed are not treated well upon their return? If that is so, you will feel my wrath.”

  “No, no, Protector. They are given everything they want in life. They choose to live in seclusion, and we honor the gift they gave to us. They want for nothing.”

  “There is no need to offer me another as this year’s tribute. In fact, Raegan may well be the one I have been waiting for.”

  “Then she pleases you?”

  “Yes—more so than any of the others. I believe she may well conceive the child I desire during this first rut.”

  “If she does become pregnant, will she be returned to us to deliver the child and then...”

  “As I told her, no child of mine would live in your squalor. If Raegan conceives during her first season as the Chosen One, I will keep her with me and you will no longer be required to provide tribute.”

  “But we need your protection.”

  “And that you will have. In fact, I would propose that if Raegan’s belly does not quicken with my child during the term for which I normally keep my concubine, I will keep her for a second or third. For each successive term that she remains with me, you will not to be required to provide tribute for that many years.”

  “Then you believe you will find success in your breeding?”

  Drake nodded. “I do. Already my barbs score her sheath in anticipation of trapping my seed to see her pregnant.”

  “What will you do after she delivers you a child?”

  Drake smiled coldly. “I will breed her until she conceives again.”

  Chapter Nine

  Raegan had remained on the pillow for more than the designated half an hour. She figured an extra few minutes wouldn’t hurt and she wondered when it had become important to her that she conceive. She got up and went into the adjoining bath, once again luxuriating in the large shower and fresh, hot water.

  She strolled into the closet and found a sweater that obviously belonged to him. She held it to her face and breathed in. He was right, scent was important. Breathing in the unique aroma that was Drake, Raegan felt her nipples bead and desire begin to flush throughout her entire body. She pulled on the sweater and as it came down past mid-thigh, she decided to put nothing else on.

  Raegan began exploring their living area. In the great pantry in the kitchen she found a tremendous amount of food. Remembering what he’d said, she began to gather things and take them into the bedroom, arranging them so they’d be easy to get to during the rut. The very thought of it made her pussy clench. She sank down gently on the comfortable bed, careful of her bruised bottom. She reached under his sweater to touch herself. She smiled; never before had she run around half naked with beaded nipples, an engorged clit, and a very wet pussy. She told herself that part of what she could feel leaking out of her was left over from their last coupling, but she didn’t believe that. She believed this was new fluid in response to her thinking about his fucking her repeatedly and hard.

  She rolled her nipples between her fingers, enjoying the way the sensations seem to travel from them straight down to her groin. She smiled as she pinched them harder and realized she still preferred when Drake did it. She continued to play with her nipples and moved her other hand between her legs. She began rubbing her clit, causing her arousal to increase. She wondered if using her fingers would produce the same results as Drake had been able to and realized her hands weren’t as large. As she continued to play with the sensitive button between her legs, she wondered if there was anything she could insert in her pussy so that when she came, it would have something to bear down on.

  She closed her eyes and moaned as she imagined having Drake’s hands in place of hers. She had often pleas
ured herself in the night when she was still at the Sanctuary. But after having experienced such powerful orgasms during her time with him, what she was doing felt hollow. But still, she was aroused and he wouldn’t be home for another hour or so. Raegan decided she really did need something in her pussy and that perhaps using it as he had used the plug in her bottom hole might better mimic what she felt when he possessed her.

  She ran to the closet and began rummaging through the drawers. She found the one that contained the plug he had used on her the night before and noticed with a gulp that it was the smallest one of similarly shaped objects. How could any of those be made to fit in her back channel? The one he’d used had left her stretched and full and when he’d fucked her with it still lodged inside her, she thought she would burst from an inability to contain both his cock and the plug. She shuddered when she remembered his telling her that he meant to fuck her ass. There was no way his massive phallus would fit.

  And then she saw it: a large glass penis-shaped object. There was no doubt in Raegan’s mind that the thing was mean to be used in substitution of a man’s staff. It was shaped just like one including raised lines resembling veins and ridges all along its shaft. Not as large as Drake’s and not covered with spines that would drag their tips through her flesh leaving furrows behind, but it might provide her with some relief.

  She had returned to their bedroom and removed his sweater before lying back on the bed. She spread her legs and once more began to play with her clit, rubbing and pinching as Drake had done. She paid attention to her stiffened nipples as well. She was just about to insert the penis-like object into her pussy when she suddenly caught scent of him and heard him growl. She sat bolt upright, staring at him glowering at her.

  “You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be.”

  “Obviously. And you were planning to do what with that?”

  “I missed you,” she said simply.

  “And you thought that pathetic dildo would take my place?”