Harvest Of The Virgin Sacrifice, Filled With Hot Seed (4 page)

“
I
will fuck you
I
will come
inside
of you.” With that he thrusts himself inside of me,
and the fullness of him shoots into me like an electric shock. I
moan, he is not as big as the Potentate, but he is bigger than
Pytheum and so I feel myself stretching again to take him in. He
moves slowly, through I long for him to pound himself into me.
Instead he takes his time, building my pleasure with each skillful
thrust. He has perfect control and he can slowly rub his cock
inside me, drawing lines against my wall and building the feeling
deep within my cunt until I am again on the precipice of bliss.
Then with a long slow thrust he pushes himself into that same spot
and I feel as if I have broken open around him. I cry out as if in
pain, tears come into my eyes and I want to kiss him, but I don’t
because I can feel that he is emptying himself into me. He gives a
groan and collapses atop me.

I roll him off and lay on top of him, his
face in my hands, furiously kissing him, drawing his life’s breath
into me, until I feel a pair of strong hands pull me away from him.
It is the potentate and I turn to him instead and clutch his face
kissing him just as passionately, greedy for the hot wetness of his
mouth. His thick tongue forces itself between my teeth and it’s
probing hardness enflames me. The Potentate pulls away from me and
stands, his erect cock inches from my face. He forces my mouth open
and guides himself inside. I grind my hips against the empty air as
the licentiousness of the act has made me ache again with lust.

As I take him, moving my lips and tongue up
and down his magnificent cock my lust grows. I want to be brought
to orgasm once more. I yearn to be touched, but before I can moan
with need, I feel a pair of hands sliding up the sides of my legs.
In a single move they reach up to my throbbing lips and separate
them. I almost shriek with pleasure and shock when I feel a tongue
insert itself into me, but the Potentate fills my mouth. The tongue
presses harder and harder, as I suck more greedily at the
Potentate’s cock, clutching the warm smooth stone of his legs and
buttocks. Closer and closer the tongue moves to the swollen aching
rosebud of my clit, until I can stand it no more. I push the
Potentate away from me and look steadily into his eyes, wordlessly
begging him to fuck me.

The tongue of the man below me, inches itself
ever closer to my clit and when he finally touches me there I throw
back my head and shriek in orgasm. I can barely hear the Potentate
as he commands the remaining vassal to hold me down, and before my
orgasm has finished I am tossed to the cold surface of the stone
table and my legs are pulled roughly to the edge of it. The
Potentate thrusts himself into me before I have even finished my
orgasm and the feeling of his heat, his girth charging into me,
hammering my flesh into his own prolongs my orgasm, so that as he
moves within me I am washed with great billows of pleasure.

Logastum, who holds my hands, puts his cock
into them while Pytheum kisses my mouth and then opens it gently to
insert himself into me. I moan into his cock and it moves harder,
deeper, more swiftly into my mouth, I can feel his urgency as he
pounds into me. He doesn’t care if he is hurting me, as he fucks my
face, but then neither do I. The pain only mingles with the deep
ecstasy of being filled. The thought that I am servicing all three
of them at once sends a spurt of wetness cascading, out of me, and
over the Potentates cock, lubricating him so he can glide smoothly
in and out of me making me clutch in the spasm of orgasm. He gives
a great animal groan and empties himself into me again, his face
contorted, his hands gripping the stone of the table so tightly
that I can see blood leaking out from where the stone cuts into
them. As he groans I feel that Logastum too is spurting, his tight
hard cock erupting over my hand.

Pytheum gives a final groan and then he too,
with his master and his brother, comes, the liquid of his warm seed
hitting the back of my throat in a gush. With that, with all three
men relieving themselves into me, I scream, overtaken by the great
quaking spasms that engulf my body.

I come down from the orgasm and though
Logastum and Pytheum both withdraw from me, the Potentate leaves
his member inside me for the twenty minutes it takes for my body to
come down, in great racking shivers, from the effects of my
powerful orgasm.

Antechambers

An hour later I am lying on a pile of
cushions in a chamber behind the alter room. Logastum has brought
me a physic and I sip it from a golden chalice, but after the
excitement of my harvesting I am utterly spent. The Potentate and
his vassals also seem exhausted. Once the Potentate withdrew
himself from me he kissed me gently on the lips and then picked me
up and carried me into this room, so that I would not spill even a
drop of the precious seed within me. He lies here holding me,
kissing my neck and occasionally stroking my hair. Though I try not
to let even a drop of seed spill from between my legs there is so
much of it inside me that some does seep out. Its warmth comforts
me, I reach down and bring the drops of it to my lips, tasting the
sweetness of my lords.

My whole life has led to this day. I was
meant for the act that took place in that alter room. It was more
glorious than I could have possibly imagined. All my urges so pent
up and then to be finally released in a flurry of licentious orgy.
I am finally satisfied and when I am ready I will go back through
the alter room where my virginity was sacrificed, down the long red
corridor. I will continue out of the temple and back through the
gardens, but instead of leaving by the front gates, I will stop
before them, kneeling in front of the grey door set into the ground
and pulling it open so that I can descend to the mysteries that
await me in the grey tombs.

Suddenly I am shocked from my reverie by a
sound. It is a great crash, coming from the alter room. The
Potentate leaps to his feet. I hear shouts and harsh words and then
the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn.

“Stay here,” commands the Potentate, “do not
leave unless I allow it.”

I give a fearful nod, but he barely has time
to see it before he darts away into the other room. I hear a scream
and then a groan of pain. There are the sounds of men fighting and
then a blast and a great crack. I hear a man cry out in a groan of
pain and this time I can hear that it is the Potentate. Heedless of
his words, my chest seizing in the anguish of thinking that he
might be hurt I rush into the alter room.

The great stone alter has been cracked in
half and Pytheum and Logastum both lie to the sides of it. Pytheum
appears to be unconscious, his head is bleeding, but apart from
that he may be unhurt. Logastum has been cut in the leg and he
clutches it, moaning in pain while blood pours from between his
fingers, but I can barely see any of it because in front of me, the
Potentate lies lifeless on the ground, a broadsword standing
straight up from the center of his chest. I give a cry and run to
his side, clutching his hands and kissing his lips, desperately
trying to stir him back into life. I hear a man’s voice above me
and look up to see a young man standing above me, a black cloak
swirling around his shoulders, with a shock I realize that it is
the same man who had glimpsed me in the crowd this very morning. He
reaches out a hand to me.

“Come with me Lisentia, come if you wish to
live.”