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The Vessel
The high Lady Alana, her robe belted hiding the ample bosom and hips.
No small soft curves beneath the material, full round ones billowing out
the hour glass figure. Looking exactly like the one she is holding in her
hand, the grains of sand almost exhausted as she paces the room. Waiting,
as her husband sits quietly. Long legs extended in front of him. A man of
power in the realm; but timid in the confines of their bedroom.
His attempts to sire an heir and move up in the progression have come
for nought. The fault whether with him or her still comes up empty. His
prowess as a nighttime swordsmen well known and thought to be the cause of
many vocal disturbances in the confines of their sleeping chambers; but
still no offspring in the estate or adjacent town attributed to him. Possibly
the ablutions of his wife after their sexual encounters might account for
his not causing her to be with child. The potion from the midwife. Alana
has used many bottles of the potion. Her appetite greater than her
husband's, her body well protected by the household guard.
A virgin vessel often the answer for a couple, especially of high
standing that are unable to produce an heir. A preferable choice for women,
who did not want to deal with the months of bearing a child or the risks that
come with this process, especially the birthing.
"Where is that girl," Alana's voice showing her impatience as she
continues to pace the room, the flickering light from the fireplaces and
candles throwing shadows against the walls. The hem of her dressing gown
trailing on the polished stone floor, her well turned ankles and calf''s exposed
with each step, bare above the soft slippered foot. Her husband watching
dejectedly, knowing that he has failed in giving her a son or daughter.
Accepting the vessel as an alternative rather than divorce. Being she is of
royal lineage not him.
A light tapping on the door, "come in", Alana's voice strong and
commanding. The tall girl stepping into the room, her shift simple and white,
hanging on her angles. Head lowered as she moves to Alana, then curtseying
with a soft, "good evening my Lady." In spite of her tall frame, her
movements easy and smooth. The resemblance with Alana, marked in many ways and
glaring in others. The long brown hair, framing their faces. The nose a
bit long, hazel eyes, the mouth long, with a softness around the girls and a
tight slit on Alana. Both very tall for females. Under the robes, the
differences much more noticeable. Alana full of body, lush curves, breasts
sitting high on her chest, full and round, the areolas round and dark,
tipping the full globes. Her stomach smooth and waist narrow, hips full and
wide, what might be thought of as peasant hips, made for bearing children.
Her mound softly rounded, surmounting the full lips hidden between her
thighs. Long smooth legs, sturdy; but not heavy. Her body hairless below her
neck.
The girl tall as Alana, more angular, her breasts small on her chest,
nipples always seeming to be semi hard. Large nipples, suckers as some
would call them. Her stomach smooth and lightly muscled, still covered by a
layer of fine down and soft flesh. Hips not quite as wide as Alana's but
full. Also shaved, on her mound and pubes. Thighs thinner, but again
extending the long legs to her big feet.
The girl picked with much deliberation. Most important is that she be
a virgin. That many of her facial and body traits be close to Alana's.
Quite intelligent and of a stable demeanor. Good family. Many girls have
felt the finger of Alana, entering there private area, checking for the
membrane of flesh to attest to their virginity. Many feeling shame as Alana
announces to their family that they are not what they say. Alana finally
settling on the girl, allowing for her small breasts; a wet nurse the
solution for that. Thinking that a son would not matter if he had her big breasts
or the girl's small ones. The girl now a member of her household and a
future tutor of course.
Smiling a small smile, Alana thinking on how the interviewing was
quite pleasant. Not of the girls; but of the men. Oh yes. Allowable to have
a man other than husband as the donor of seed. Not that she hadn't already
sampled a number before this decision to seek a vessel.
Allowed under the law is the right to use a man and woman as the
surrogate's so to speak, as long as each partner participated in the formal
coupling.
The Lord a tall dark complexioned man. Not a warrior, thin of body.
A true diplomat, a so so lover and incapable of producing heirs it seems.
Not having that organ that was talked about so often of the Dark Region
people. Adequate yes, but just an appetizer. Now, a number of the guard did
possess a member that was of an abnormal variety.
The girl standing meekly in the middle of the room, not moving as the
Lady paces around and around, her nerves now raw awaiting the legate to
oversee this rite. Finally, the tapping on the door, and the official
entering quietly, eyes looking to the Lady and Lord, "I am sorry, but had
official duties to administer first." A nod of her head the legate seats himself
at a table, his scratching starting the process as he records information.
The Lady giving the information for the girl, the girl nodding assent to
the validity. "Oh, there will be a minor variation." The legate looking
up, "We will use a proxy for the seeding of the girl." Eyes widening some
as the official hears this not usual procedure.
Walking to the door, the Lady Alana, beckons to a guard standing in
the hallway. As he enters, he bends slightly to fit his helmeted head under
the top sill of the doorway. His bulk filling the room with a glitter of
polished armor. Lady Alana, did not necessarily pick her donor based on his
intelligence; but most definitely on the size and skills of this warrior.
His origin most definitely of her husband's homeland. There the
resemblance was starkly different other than height.
"Strip," Alana commanding the soldier, his body flexing as he pulls
the helmet from his dark bald head. The golden breastplate clanging noisily
on the floor as he bends over and then stands, his tunic wide across his
back. Thick arms and thicker legs, extending from the purple cloth. Then
as he pulls it over his head, a thickly muscles back, layered with shiny
swells of flesh, exposing his cheeks, girded by a small loincloth. Undoing
the cloth, and exposing the hard round maixmus gluteus muscles. "Stand
there," pointing to a section of wall, the soldier turns and the heavily muscled
abdominal muscles, hold your eyes for only a moment, as movement of the
long thick black shaft, waves proudly in the air. The full sack hanging
below, hinting of a potent seed.
The girl eyes wide, stares trancelike as she takes in the gigantic
warrior. A clap of Lady Alana's hands, breaks the spell, and looking to
Alana, the girl quickly strips naked, her body tall and evenly formed. The
small breasts tight to her chest, slighly rounded tipped with full nipples.
Her stomach softly rounded, falling to the bare flesh of her pubes. The
flesh slightly swollen, as the girl stands, hands at sides, fidgeting as if to
cover her naked flesh. Looking from Lady Alana, to her husband, then to
the Legate and then looking up at the stationary soldier, his face showing no
emotion, not moving but for the slight sway of his rigid organ.
The legate eyes watching as the husband mounts his wife, his stiff
prick standing straight from his belly, peeking from the bottom of his tunic.
Kneeling over the Lady Alana and then inserting his long dark cock into
her slick hole. The sound of wet sucking announcing the sword being
sheathed. A few quick strokes and the Lady Alana, waves him off, her thighs opened
wide to the eyes of the Legate. Taking in the moisture, the full lips and
then blocked as she beckons the soldier to her. Laying back on the soft
spread of pillows, her legs spreading wide, her tongue licking her lower lip
as the large form, blocks from view all but her lower legs. The man
leaning down and an audible, "aghhhh", as his cheeks clench and his hips rock
forward. Lady Alana, already panting as she curls her legs around his hips,
pulling her body to his, locking him to her. The hard wet slap of flesh
loud in the room. A strong sound from Alana as the warrior buries deep with
each stroke.
Her husband watching for long minutes, then beckons the girl to a
mattress cover with a thin white sheet. The girl, slowly moves to the bed,
and lies down, legs together and hands at her side. The soft chuckle of
amusement, as the husband moves to the girl, leaning his hands grasping her
ankles and not gently pulling them apart. The soft grunting from Lady Alana,
stopping as she turns to the girl and watches. Her husband's fingers
prying at the flesh of the girls pubes, opening the lips and stroking between
the slit with his fingers. the girl looking up afraid, as she feels the
fingers sawing at her dry flesh, then her body moistening as her elicits
lubrication. Spreading her legs further, he kneels between her legs and leans
forward, pressing his hard shaft to the entrance of her tunnel. Positioning
the fat head, he eases forward and splits the lips, the girl wincing as he
encounters her membrance of flesh. The jerking his hips, he stretches the
hymen, breaking the skin with a quick push. "Aggggghhhhh." The scream
excaping her lips before she can bite down on her lower lip. Tears
forming quickly as she feeling the shaft sliding past the ruined flesh, deeper
into her tunnel. Holding her legs apart as the man slides the hard shaft in
further and then out a few inches, stroking in and out of her hole. His
rhythm moving quicker as he feels the lubrication around his cock.
"Enough," Alana's voice strong as she sits up, looking over at her
husband and the girl. Her husband sliding out of the girl, his hard cock
glistening with juices. The girl breasts rising and falling on her chest
rapidly, holding her legs apart with an effort, as the Legate walks over and
confirms the red stain beneath her buttocks. Nodding to Lady Alana in
confirmation, "it is done and she is virgin flesh." The words pronouncing that
the vessel is valid and may be used for the continuation of the rite. "All
has been fulfilled as each has been part of the other."
"You may leave Legate," the official dismissed as Lady Alana lays
back and prompts the soldier to continue with has onslaught of her body.
"Leave us husband, find yourself a girl for the night." Taking his tunic and
dressing quickly, his weapon still at the ready, he leaves with no words.
Blood pounding in his head at how he is treated.
The girl eyes closed, laying on her back, the red stain widening under
her body, as she listens to the sounds of the hard battle of the Lady and
the soldier. The sounds in the girl's ears that of flesh striking flesh,
soft moans and mews of pleasure and hard grunts as the long thick shaft
slams hard into the warm moist tunnel. Words of a gutter nature filling the
room as the Lady, feels the thick black cock, filling her tunnel, and taking
spasms of pleasure from her body. Her body squeezing at the bludgeoning
shaft, shaking in uncontrolled passion as the thick mushroom head pushes her
flesh open, stretching her as her husband never has done. Finally pulling
the stoic soldier and his impaling spear to her fat wet lips. Trembling as
her orgasm shakes her body. Nails reaching and raking across the thickly
muscled belly. Her screams of pleasure, causing the girl to shake in
terror, already having seen the disparity in size of the Lord's sword and this
mountain of a warrior.
Looking over at the Lady's legs trembling as they strain on the thick
hips, heels of the feet digging into the round cheeks of his ass, the girl
waits wondering how she can take such a monster into her body. As Alana
slowly drops her legs from the tree trunk of the behemoth black man, she
whimpers in loss, slowly edging back and the suction of the cock pulling free
of the sloppy wet lips, loud in the room. Then turning quickly to lie on
her belly, Alana kisses the gnarly knot tongue questing for a moment.
"Take the girl." The words husky and thick as she looks over, propped
on her elbows, watching the huge form shift from one to the other. The
girl looking up as the man turns to her, his weapon large and thick, waving,
glistening with Lady Alana's juices.
The ebony giant, looms over the girl, looking up with fear at his
face, his eyes. Then sweeping down over the deep chest, the evenly matched
abdominal's, then to the thick forest of black curly hairs, the shaft, poking
straight ahead, the knob, coated with moisture. The scent as he leans
overpowering, reeking of sweat and musky. The slow smile appearing as his
lips part, the teeth so white and even. The bed bouncing as he lowers his
massive arms on either side of her shoulders. The thickly knotted thighs
inside of her legs, brushing against her inner thighs. The mushroom head,
tapping against her slightly swollen pubes.
Looking up with fear in her eyes, her body still sore from the initial
penetration. The size of this cudgel much rounder and slightly longer
then her virginity taker. The thick dark head, pushing her lips apart as she
breathes deeper, feeling the bone, press at the entrance and then forcing
her tunnel open as it fills the dark grotto between her legs. Moaning
steadily as it stretches the flesh around it, trying to spread her legs wider to
release the pressure. Her lower body feeling so full, eyes watering as
the lightly lubed cock is swallowed by her lower lips. Hands reaching to her
mound, the fullness overwhelming her thoughts.
Looking up, seeing the gleam in the dark eyes, and the shadow of the
huge body looming over her, filling her, impaling her. Ragged breathe
escaping as his mouth lowers and his lips force hers open, tongue pushing into
her soft lips. The thick tongue filling her mouth, as the thick shaft fills
her lower lips. Her small breasts pressed tight to her chest as the
muscled body covers her, smothering her soft white flesh with the dark
glistening warrior's body. Not able to move at all as chest to chest and belly to
belly, he lays over the girl, then the hard thrust of his hips thrust the
spear the last few inches into the girls body. Pinning her to the bed as
the rubbery head, presses on her womb, plugging the opening. Her scream
stolen by her mouth. The shaft pulsing as he lays over the girl.
A hard slap and his eyes open wide with surprise. Another as Lady
Alana swings the flogger against his tight cheeks. "Do not waste my time,
fuck that girl and make her my baby," em phasing her words with another lash
of the leather on his flesh.
The giant pushing off the girl with his bulging arms, rising above
her, upper body and then lower raising, the embedded shaft drawing back up her
glove of flesh. Gasping as she is able to breathe with her mouth and
lungs. The crushing weight raised from her body. Legs turning inward,
involuntarily as the long cyclinder of meat slides out of her tunnel. Flesh
closing to hide her womb, catching a quick breath and then the slam of leather,
followed by the hard cock rending her tunnel wide again. Quick bucks of
the man's hips, moving the cock in and out, the girl barely able to catch
her breath. Her tunnel adjusting to the girth somewhat; but still feeling
uncomfortable each time the length is buried in her lower body. Juices
coating her walls and his veiny shaft, making the long hard strokes more
bareable.
Each stroke of the flogger signaling for the cock to push forward
again. Reaching with her hands to the thick corded arms, the girls feeling her
body sliding upwards along the mattress, driven by the hard fucking.
Containing her screams in her mouth, as she keep her lips tightly shut,
breathing raggedly through her nose. In spite of the lubrication her vagina is
stretched wide and aching from the bruising fuck. Tears sliding out the
corners of her eyes, as she looks up at the round black face, grimacing as he
receives the hard blows from Alana. A moment reprieve as she changes arms,
her panting loud in the room. The grunts from the soldier and the wet
sucking as the black shaft presses in and out of the bruised girl.
"I am going to come my Lady," his words loud in the room. His
movements a little faster, outpacing the flogger now. Long hard pushes of his
hips, shoving the cock deep. The girl crying openly in pain as it hits her
cervix, the thick mushroom head pushing at and filling the opening to her
womb. Through teary eyes the girl looks up and knows the moment of the first
rush of seed. The warrior's face tight, mouth drooling spittle as he
holds his hips tightly between the girls legs. A small jerk as each spurt of
the thick seed fills her womb.
Lady Alana behind the ebon warrior, her fingers massaging the seed
from his huge ball sack, moving in her hand as each spurt of sperm shoots into
the girl. Alana, leaning over and turning the head of the black giant,
her tongue pushing at his lips, fucking them as he stay buried in the girl.
The girl lays watching the tableau as it plays out, her body sore and wet
with her own sweat and that of the man. Legs splayed wide, sore and aching.
Thighs sticky as her juices and the cumm ooze out of her tightly packed
hole. Finally Lady Alana draw the man upward, his large sword sliding from
the gash of the girl below. Shiny with his cum and lubrication. Still
long and hard. Arching as he stands awaiting Alana's directions.
"Close your legs girl," her words matching her hands as she pushes
the legs together. Clenching them tight as she feels the seed oozing from
her swollen lips. Taking pillows, Lady Alana tucks them under the girls
thighs and cheeks, tipping her lower body to help hold the seed inside. Gently
ministering to the girl, fingers brushing a puddle of cumm forming in the
bowl of the girls tight thighs and pubes. Bringing the fingers to her
mouth, licking at the juices, then leaning to kiss the girl lightly on the
lips. "You will give me a strong son or daughter, won't you sweet Patrice."
The words not a question, but a command.
"You will be seeded many times girl, so that we know you have been
fertilized. And you will learn to enjoy the men I give you to for this."
Smiling she turns to the black giant and draws him to her bed. The night air
is filled with her moanings of pleasure, Lady Alana noble and slut. The
girl patrice a vessel to carry on the lineage of Lady Alana.
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