Harvest Of The Virgin Sacrifice, Filled With Hot Seed (3 page)

“Truly she is a beauty, don’t you think
Pytheum?”

“I do, so fresh and ripe.” He smiles again,
this time exposing his white teeth and his two sharp little
canines.

“Do you think she will be too tight for us,”
asks Logastum, “she is such a delicate little thing.”

“She has been prepared for us by the
priestesses, we will not hurt her.”

“Only pleasure her,” Pytheum laughs.

I smile at this, I am aching for them to
begin, to touch me, to fill me, but I know they will draw out my
suffering.

“She smiles,” Logastum says.

“Do you think she wants us to undress her?”
asks Pytheum.

I hold my breath and give a small nod. I do,
I do so badly, but I must not say a word until they begin to touch
me.

“I think,” Logastum says, slowly drawing out
the word.

“Enough play,” comes the low voice of the
potentate, hoarse with desire, “take her now.”

The men grin at each other and approach me.
Pytheum moves behind me and reaches his arms around me to undo the
clasp of my cloak. It falls to the floor and he presses into me,
his cock hardening against my back. He puts his lips to my neck
and, now, free to speak and make noise, I moan.

“Will you speak to us now?” asks Logastum as
he kneels before me and I lift my skirts to expose the white satin
slippers.

As Pytheum slowly makes his way down the line
of bronze clasps, not taking his lips and tongue from the tender
caress of my neck, Logastum runs his hands up and down my calves. I
long for him to touch my thighs.

“Please, please,” I beg “take me, have me.”
My swollen cit aches so much that I am almost in tears. The three
men laugh.

“I think she wants us,” Pytheum says softy
into my neck, “to fuck her. How shall we fuck you?” he whispers
into my ear, “do you want it hard? Do you wish us to fuck you
hard?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and my voice
comes out pleadingly, “yes, yes, oh Gods yes.” He has come now to
the last clasp and Logastum has finished taking off my shoes. He
undoes the clasp and my gown falls off my shoulders exposing the
much more revealing black silk dress beneath it. Logastum takes
hold of the gown and yanks it down in one swift motion so that now
the whole of my black shift beneath it is exposed. The Potentate’s
eyes ravage my body again and the hunger in them grows. He throws
off his own garment to expose his powerful legs and between them,
his long, thick, red cock. It stands out straight in front of him
and he begins to stroke it almost absentmindedly.

“Truly she is a beauty, so ripe, so
young.”

Pytheum has begun once more to suck and lick
at my neck with his firm wet tongue, but now his hands have crept
over my chest. They are large enough to each fully cover one of my
breasts, which hang plumply beneath the thin silk of the shift. He
touches them and they begin to ache with the sensation of it, my
nipples harden and he gives each of them a tweak sending yet
another gush to my overflowing cunt.

“Touch them,” I moan, “bite them.”

Pytheum laughs into my neck, “do you think
she will be too tight for us?”

“You must loosen her for me,” says the
Potentate, now running his fingers up and down the length of his
cock.

“Gladly,” says Logastum, as he lifts the
skirts of my black dress over his head. Pytheum runs his hands over
my breasts, squeezing and pinching them to elicit my moans of
pleasure, and I feel Logastum run his hands up to my thighs and
spread my legs apart. I open them willingly for him, but I keep my
eyes locked on the potentate’s. Logastum takes the red silk knot in
his teeth and unties it with his mouth, his hands still running up
and down my legs.

It is not an easy task and with each of his
efforts the knot grinds into my pussy, building the aching
tightness within me, bit by bit. Finally with one last long tug of
his teeth the knot is undone. Behind me Logastum has begun to grind
the hard swell of his erect cock into me, the two of us gently
rocking back and forth. He is panting into my neck with the effort
it takes him not to spill his seed right then and there. The red
silk falls away and Pytheum’s tongue traces the outside of my lips.
I gasp as his tongue enters me. The feeling is sensational, the
wetness of it probing inside of me. He slides it slowly up to my
clit and I cry out with the overwhelming feeling of it. As his
tongue glides smoothly over my clit I can feel that I am close to
the edge. My urges overtake me and I begin to rock myself back and
forth over his tongue, guided by Logastum as he moves his hard hot
cock against my back. Then finally as our movement reaches a
frenzied pitch and Logastum moans into my neck I topple over into
climax. Waves of pleasure and release pouring over my body as I
release another gush of wetness onto Pytheum’s tongue.

As the waves of pleasure come to a slow end,
Pytheum withdraws himself from under my skirts and smiles at me,
licking his lips.

“She is certainly sweet my lord, you will
enjoy to taste her.”

Logastum moans again into my neck still
bucking his hardness into me with the lust of unquenched
desire.

“I want to be inside her
now,
” he says
in a low voice. I have throughout my orgasm kept the Potentate’s
eyes trained on mine, though now I almost cannot bear it any
longer. Hunger, lust, desire and power mingle in his expression of
restraint. I can see the effort it takes to keep himself from
leaping from the throne to have me. I stare him down and lick my
lips, beckoning him with a single finger as my heart thumps away in
my chest. Pytheum stands in front of me running a hand down my
arm,

“I imagine she is too tight for you my lord
perhaps we should-”

“Enough,” the Potentate roars as he rises
from the throne. His voice is a deep growl as he descends the
stairs of the plinth on which his chair is perched, each step an
agony of deliberation and restraint.

“I will have her now.”

“Of course my lord.” Pytheum replies,
disappointment fleeting briefly across his face. He moves away from
me and takes Logastum with him, though Logastum is reluctant to
leave me. The Potentate approaches me, he is magnificent, tall and
perfect, the muscles of his haunches ripple like those of some
great beast as he walks. Now that he is entirely naked I can see
the tense muscular curves of his ass as he moves towards me. He
reaches me and puts his hands on my shoulders pushing me to the
ground to kneel before him. I have awaited this moment for so long
and as I take him into my mouth his heat and his girth reawaken the
lust, which had slept, so briefly after my first orgasm.

Ever so slowly I tease my tongue around the
tip of him and I look up to his face, to see the look of pained
longing this gives him. I feel it myself, I want so badly for him
to be inside me, but instead I run my tongue along his shaft and I
feel the muscles tighten in his legs. I grip the smooth cheeks of
his ass as I swallow all of him into my mouth. My pussy is
beginning to ache once more, it is begging to be filled. I move my
mouth up and down his shaft, caressing him with my tongue,
oblivious to all but the feel of his hardness and the aching desire
to have him pounding into me. As my momentum builds he takes my
head and begins to guide it back and forth and then he lets out a
great moan and for just a moment my tongue feels his seed begin to
rush towards the tip of his cock, but then with a roar he tears
himself out of me.

I can see him stifling his own orgasm for a
moment and then he looks me in the eyes and says, “Take her and
hold her. I will not come, but that it is inside her.”

A tingling thrill runs through me and I
barely notice when Logastum and Pytheum take either of my arms and
lift me up, placing me down roughly onto the great stone alter.
They are both naked now and were I to look I’m sure I would see
that their own red cocks are stiff and erect and their faces filled
with the agony of lust, but I cannot take my eyes from the
potentate. The hunger in his gaze sends shivers up my spine.

Once I am secured to the alter, my arms
pinned to the cold stone by the men on either side of me, the
potentate climbs towards me, the bones in his broad shoulders going
up and down like a lion’s as it moves to pounce upon its prey. I
writhe in anticipation of him. He rips the black dress off my body
as though it were tissue paper, leaving me exposed before him, my
swollen breasts heaving with each deep, ragged breath I take. He
leans back to survey his work and then with a growl he forces my
legs apart and I moan, needing to be filled, to be sated.

“Take me,” I pant, “come inside me.”

He lowers his cock to my entrance and I pant
loudly again for him to enter me. Then with one smooth motion he
thrusts himself inside me. He is so big and my cunt so tight around
him. The feeling of him stretching me almost to my breaking point
is painful but exquisite. I am filled with him and my small cunt
squeezes tight around him so that I can feel every ripple and vein
in his enormous cock.

I cry out when he leaves me, immediately
wanting to feel him inside me again, but he takes himself almost
fully out and then thrusts himself inside again, this time to the
hilt and I gasp at his fullness. He pulls out again and then
thrusts back in creating a rhythm, rocking himself slowly in and
out of me as I gasp and moan.

“Faster,” I whisper, “I want you faster,
harder.”

He obliges, pounding into me now, slamming my
body against the stone, but I do not care, so taken am I with the
rush of climax that is building inside of me. Then with a final
long slow thrust he fills me entirely, grinding himself deep inside
me. He arches his fine back and his face contorts. He cries out, a
wild and primal groan and I feel his seed rushing into me. He gives
one final push, hard, hard, into my throbbing pussy and then I too
groan, rushing over the edge into the agony of orgasm.

My body is wracked with shivers of ecstasy as
I come down from my orgasm. Together we ride out the diminishing
waves of pleasure and then he rests inside of me for a moment
before drawing himself slowly out of my body. I open my eyes and
look to the faces of Pytheum and Logastum, I can see they are
excited that now it is their turn.

“May we take her now my lord?” asks Pytheum
and I grind my hips into the air because even after the Potentate,
still my lust is not sated. I must have more, I want both of these
men as well.

“You may,” says the Potentate, as he returns
to his throne to pick up his linens and fasten them about his
waist.

“Pytheum allow her to ride you and then you
shall have her mouth and Logastum, you her tight young cunt. I
shall watch while I rest and then if you are able to arouse me
again, perhaps all three of us will take her.”

I moan at this, the thought of having all
three men inside me is delicious enough to make me wet again.

The Potentate laughs, “I see she is a lusty
gift.”

Pytheum smiles and approaches me, a greedy
look in his glinting eyes. I like the idea of riding him. So I pull
his shoulder to me and then push him down onto the stone alter.
Logastum sits to the side, devouring the two of us with his eyes
and lightly stroking himself. I imagine he wants to save his energy
for his own turn with me. Pytheum takes my wrists and eyes me as I
straddle him.

“Are you eager for more my gift?” he asks me
with a glint in his eye. I nod shyly as I lean down to take his
erection in my mouth. I move it in and out of my mouth and then
lift myself up so his tip rests on my entrance. I rub myself back
and forth against his tip and he growls and snaps at me.

“Pull me onto you,” I whisper and he grins.
He takes hold of my buttocks and pulls me gently onto his erection.
He is large and I can feel myself stretching deliciously to take
him in. I moan deeply as I cascade down around him. Once he is
buried deep inside me I begin to rock back and forth. The fine hair
around the base of his cock rubs roughly against my clit making it
pulse and swell while I ride him, pressing him as deeply inside me
as he will go. I press myself back and rub his cock up and down my
front wall. He closes his eyes and makes a face of purest yearning.
He grabs my hips and holds me still while he thrusts them in and
out of me, starting to move faster. I seize his hands and place
them on my hips, so he can hold me in place and then I begin to
bounce.

I start slowly and then move faster and
faster until he is moaning and I am giggling. I look at Logastum
and see that he is more aroused than ever at the sight of my bare
breasts jiggling with the motion of my body. As I feel Pytheum
beginning to come inside me I beckon to Logastum, I am not nearly
sated with them. Pytheum gives a plaintive moan as he comes and my
sensitive cunt is so tight around him that I can feel his seed
moving through his cock. Logastum comes over to me and kisses me,
his greedy tongue slipping into my mouth as I clutch Pytheum's cock
with the tightening muscles in my cunt and feel him empty himself
into me. He is finished, but I want more.

With Pytheum still inside me I lean down to
put my lips around Logastum, whose heated red shaft is already
harder than my wildest dreams. I am so anxious now for more and
more pleasure that I do not even bother teasing him. I swallow him
immediately and begin to suck hard around his shaft, but in a firm
voice he says, “No,” and pushes me off him. I look up at him with
pleading eyes. Roughly he pulls me off Pytheum, who is dreamily
resting in the bliss of his orgasm. He forces me down. My cheek
presses into the cold stone of the table as he holds my head down
against it. The sensation of it arouses me terribly.

“Oh Gods, oh Gods,” I moan, not knowing how
long it will be until he enters me, and unsure if I can endure my
own need. I feel the warm pressure of Logastum’s tense body as he
lays himself down on top of me, puts his lips to my ear and
whispers.