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Subject: {ASSM} Butterflies 04 {Paige} (Mg, gander~g, reluc, best, dom, tg, magic, hist, impreg?)
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Author: Paige Summter
Title: Butterflies
Part: 04
Summary: A young man has a series of dreams where he is
experiences his sexual fantasies
 as the receiving part.
Keywords: Mg, gander~g, reluc, best, dom, tg, magic, hist,
impreg?
License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported
License.
SeriesKeywords: M~g, M~Fg, MM~g, gander~g, dog~g, best, tg, bd,
sad, inc, ped, hist, slow, magic, preg, drug, reluc


This is my first attempt at writing fiction in English, I thought
it important to seek feedback prior to publishing the full
story.


I woke up to the sounds of my mother being busy at the fireplace,
I turned on my mattress and looked at her, she was heating
something in the pot on the fire. We looked almost the same, she
was a head taller and had way more curves than I. Her waist had a
full hourglass figure, and of course a much fuller buxom. She was
wearing a simple shift in a beet-red nuance, a simple
long-sleeved white linen blouse under the bodice, a front tied
black corset accentuated her buxom and hour-glass shape. Hanging
from its usual peg, I could see her dark-beige cowl my mother
used to when out doors. All married women covered their hair one
way or another, although mother wasn't married she still covered
her hair.

"Good morning my love", the melody and tone of my mother's voice,
sounded like music to me, and made it seem as if the light
pouring in from the door was much brighter. "Good morning,
Mother, thank you for leaving the stew for me yesterday, it was
delicious"

We kept talking about small things while I cleared the mattresses
away and signaled Rick and Spot to go outside. Mother looked at
me as I was dressing in a fresh chemise and noticed the
scratch-marks the ganders had left with their talons on my
abdomen, she told me to stop and let her look at the deep
scratches on my skin.

"Did the stable-master mark you with those scratches yesterday?",
I blushed, of course Mother had heard about him putting me to the
riding crop, everybody in the village must have heard, I shook my
head, looked down into the ground, "no, that happened later" my
voice broke, I couldn't continue the sentence. Mother dug into
her big satchel and produced a small bottle, poured some of the
brown liquid into her hand and rubbed it on the scratches, it
stung a little.

"I am certain the fat pervert had his pleasure from you, he likes
to make other people suffer", she said, she paused, looked at me
and smiled, "there is no shame in seeking pleasure, but hurting
others is an evil thing, and nothing good will come from it, but
never feel ashamed of the joy your body and mind can bring you,
the world is filled with sorrow and pain, and you must grasp
every ounce of happiness and joy you can get."

This was different from what I had heard Father Gideon say. God
has cursed women, "Eve's curse" he called it, Eve had let herself
be corrupted by the serpent, and then Eve had corrupted Adam, as
a result, god had punished women: with a wound that opened up
every month, with the pain and death of childbirth, he had taken
away their right to speak up in public. Any attempt to lessen
pain or heal wounds, be it on man or beast were against the
wishes of god.

Mother and I had no secrets from each others, and I knew she
disliked Father Gideon just as much as he disliked her. She
thought Gideon worshiped a malicious and small-minded manling,
who took pleasure from inflicting pain and suffering on others,
and made people feel guilt for even the slightest hint of joy and
pleasure. Father Gideon on the other hand disliked anything my
mother did, When Eve's curse grew unbearable my mother knew of
plants that could help, she had probably helped half the children
in the village into the world, she had given birth to a bastard
child, and some of the best meals we had had were "gifts" she had
received in exchange for pleasures shared.

When I had dressed, mother took my hand, looked at me and smiled:
"So how did you get those scratches?", slowly I started to tell
to her what had happened in the field, sharing my experience with
her helped ease the shame I felt, made it easier to bear. "It is
a shame that Young Master Ethan forced you, but there is nothing
shameful about about being happy in companionship with the
creatures of the fields and the forests, accept whatever joys you
can find". She paused, and then continued, "There is no old miser
who will judge you when your body dies, life does not end, it
just starts anew, don't worry about their cruel words, and as for
Father Gideon and burning on the stake?", mother let out a
giggle, " I am certain he would like that no matter what, but do
not worry about him, your father will try to keep you safe!"

The word father reverberated in my head, my mother rarely spoke
about my father, maybe this was a good time for me to finally
learn who my father was, "Mother, who is my father?", she looked
at me, "Knowing how bright you are I thought you might already
have that figured out. I suppose you are old enough to know, but
remember, it is a secret, you can never let anybody know", my
mother paused and looked at me, I nodded solemnly, "Your father
is Lord Stephen, Ethan and Nathaniel are your brothers,
half-brothers, but you can never let them know you know", I
started to feel dizzy and sat down on the ground. That monster
was my brother?

"but Mother, what if he forces himself on me?, what should I
do?", my mother gently rubbed my upper arm, she took my hand, and
held it between her hands, "What can you do my little one?, you
have no choice but to yield to him, I don't know what his father
has told him, he may even know the truth, but letting him know
you know, will bring nothing good". I briefly looked into my
mothers eyes and then looked down at our hands, "but what if he
makes me pregnant?", mother leaned forward, kissed me on the
forehead, hugged me, and gave me a soft smile, "that may well
happen sooner or later. There isn't much you can do about it,
except to take what pleasure from it you can, and then raise your
child with love and care". My mother paused, then continued, "but
for the moment you don't need to worry about being with child,
your womb hasn't started bleeding yet, and I don't think you will
start to bleed this side of summer solstice, let us not worry
about that ahead of time"

My mother got up and started to wrap a small bundle, "We've spent
so long talking that we've got a late start on the day, we don't
want to stir the stable-master's, hmm, wrath, again, do we?" my
mother said with a wry smile. I flew up from the ground, mother
pushed the bundle in my arms, and I flew out the door and ran
towards the stables, whistling for Rick and Spot.

The stable-master walked up to me just as I was closing the gate
to the goose pen, the tall pot-bellied man towered above me, His
eyes moved from my face to the hints of breasts protruding from
my chest, "You are late", was all he said, "I am sorry Master, my
Mother had chores for me to do", I said as I curtsied, "Stop
curtsying, this is the goose pen not the manor house, now get
going before I change my mind".

I had only been at the meadow with the gaggle a short while, when
I heard a horse trotting towards me. It didn't surprise me that
Young Master Ethan paid me a visit, I had kind of expected it,
what surprised me was that Nathaniel and Giles didn't ride beside
him. My heart filled with dread, there was nothing I could do,
nowhere I could hide, nowhere I could run. Rick and Spot
retreated as Ethan dismounted, "Rachel, I am so glad I found
you", he said as he stepped up close to me, placing his right
boot between my feet. I could smell him as his chest almost
touched my nose, at least he didn't smell of sour piss and beer
like the stable-master.

I looked up, "It is a fine day today, is it not Young Master
Ethan", I tried to sound calm and casual, at the same time I was
certain that Master Ethan could hear my heart beating, "Let us
dispose of the pretense little bastard, I am her for a little
entertainment, and you will provide it", I felt his fingers raise
my head, forcing me to look into his eyes, they were almost gray
with tiny dots of sapphire, his strong fingers gently caressed my
cheek, hist thumb barely touching my lips as it slit over them. I
closed my eyes, fear coursed through my body, my mind darting in
all directions, trying to find a way out, my senses overwhelmed
by his scent in my nose, the thumb softly tickling my lips, his
fingers on my cheek, my heart pounding in my chest. 

Suddenly I felt his thumb thrust between my lips, invading my
mouth, "Suck my finger you cunt, suck". His finger tasted of
leather and horse, I could feel the calluses on my tongue,
sucking his finger felt strangely sensual, I could feel his other
hand on the small of my back, rubbing the top of my behind,
forcing my body even closer to his. I could feel his leg being
pushed between my thighs, my feet left the ground, I could feel
the pressure down below, as I rode and balanced on his thigh. His
thumb circled inside my mouth, I could feel how he lifted my
skirt and slit a hand inside my bloomers, gently caressing the
small triangle of on rear where it started to part.

I felt myself swaying on his thigh, and reached around him to
steady myself and keep my balance. His hand started to slide down
my buttocks down between my legs, a finger parted the outer flap,
I sucked hard on his finger, grasped harder around him in
surprise, I could hear a squishy wet noise from my bottom, 'oh my
gawd, I must be wet, the finger slipped right inside my flaps'.
Ethan removed his hand and sat me down on the ground. "What a
randy whore you are, wet as a mare in need". He replaced his
thumb with the index-finger of the other hand, "Lick it clean,
taste your own need", I closed my eyes and started to suck, "no,
no, look me in the eyes, I want to look into your eyes as you
taste yourself", his eyes locked with mine as a pungy, lightly
sour and sweet taste filled my mouth, I let out a gasp, trying to
catch my breath as he pulled out his finger again.

His fingertip caressed my lips, went over my cheek and started to
tickle below my ear, "but you are not a horse my little whore,
with a neck like that, you are more like a swan, - or maybe a
goose", Then I knew what was coming, I looked up in his eyes,
"Please Master Ethan, I beg of you", "ohh, my little one, but of
course!", Ethan interrupted, "I cannot deny your wish, now say:
Please Master Ethan, may I be coupled with a gander?", My mouth
grew dry, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out,
"there, there, little one, I understand your excitement, all you
need to do is ask", I tried to swallow a few times but my throat
was too dry, and knew I had no choice, "Please Master Ethan, may
I be coupled with a gander" I finally manged in a broken voice.
Ethan smiled and nodded, "of course my little one, a Manor Lord
should always try to make sure that the peasants are well taken
care off". He held me firmly by the shoulders and guided me
towards the gaggle.

"Take off your clothes, Strip", he said, I wanted to preserve
some semblance of modesty and started to turn my back to him, "No
little one, part of the entertainment is watching you undress", I
blushed, with shaking hands I uncovered my body, "ohh how nice,
even though you are such a randy whore, you can still blush", he
sat on the ground indian-style and told me to lay on my back, my
head resting is his lap, my legs spread wide apart.

I felt open and vulnerable, the cold ground on my back and
buttocks, the gentle breeze against the most intimate parts of my
skin. I looked up at his face, his strong cheek-bones, his short
blond, almost white, hair. He bent forward and nibbled on my lips
and whispered: "hush little one, close your eyes, be still", my
heart was pounding, I could feel his hands gently but firmly
caress my body and neck, his fingers tickled slightly, leaving a
pleasurable sensation where they went, I felt his hands cup and
cover my budding breasts, giving me slight shivers, his fingers
gently rubbed my nipples, making the tickling grow, the
sensations flowed out into my body and into my tummy. I the cool
breeze on my skin disappeared. I don't know how long I laid like
that, all I really knew and felt was how the tickling happy
sensation grew in my body, his firm yet gentle hands caressed
every inch of my torso, my neck, my face. I gasped as I felt one
of Ethan's fingers, slide inside my outer fold, and then
completely inside me, the finger wriggled around, and the
pleasure just grew and grew, flowing from my slit up in my tummy
and into my mind. When I thought there was no more room in my
body to hold more pleasure, I felt his finger leave me, leaving
an aching hole in me, and then with a jolt, the pleasure grew
unbearable, it was too intense, too much, I felt his finger crook
under the small hood at the top of my slit, I thrashed about,
sensing only his strong firm hands on my body holding me down.
Just then I felt a jabbing pain in my abdomen and gasped in
surprise. The pain was sweet, like scratching an ache, I felt a
weight on my abdomen, and something soft and downy was tickling
my inner thighs and bottom. I had a strange sensation as if small
soft brush rubbed along my slit, and then the brush grew longer
and slid just inside the inner flaps, the rasping sensation from
the gander combined with Ethan's finger on the knob inside my
slit was too much. Suddenly the world stood still, the pleasure I
had felt rising in me, suddenly washed over my body, over my
mind, all the sensations released in one 'woosh', there was
nothing in my world, except Ethan, the Gander and the intense
pleasure whirling around in my body, small eddies broke off, out
in my arms, into my legs, into my nipples, in the midst of
everything I suddenly felt a scalding heat inside me, making me
jump in surprise, everything went white.

After a little while things started to return to normal,small
eddies of pleasure made my body tremble from time to time from as
they ebbed out of my body, I opened my eyes, and looked up at
Ethan, my mind was mushy, I smiled up at Ethan, I felt so warm,
he could probably fry and egg on my forehead, sweat was running
down my body and legs. Ethan leaned down and kissed me gently on
my cheek, "You were magnificent Rachel, you looked so beautiful
when you thrashed around in pleasure", he kissed me gently on the
other cheek, "I am proud of you my little whore". Somehow the
word 'whore' didn't sting as much as it used to, in some
unexplainable way I felt proud, I smiled, grasped one of the
hands that had given me so much pleasure and kissed it gently.

I could feel Ethan's other hand explore my body, slowly making my
mind aware of my body, clearing the mush from my head, Ethan
smiled, "It is a good thing we are so far away from the village,
you are quite a screamer in the throes of passion, but a pretty
screamer". He thought I was pretty!, he was proud of me!, the
unexpected words cried up a storm inside me, and made me feel so
unbelievably alive, I started to sit up, "Hush little one, lay
still, let the gander's seed seek your womb."

I felt a little uneasy, but laid back in his lap, I didn't want
to anger him and drive away the good mood, right now I felt safe
and snug with my head in his lap.






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