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 Prologue: The Seeding Bulrick stood before the Temple of the Iluseanady
patiently waiting.  He was not sure what he was waiting for or whom, but he
was waiting.  He had been waiting here for three days with no response from
within.  It all started a month ago, he was sitting in an inn negotiating a
deal to work for a merchant as a caravan guard when suddenly he needed to
be somewhere else.  He stood up from the table and walked out of the inn.
He could hear the merchant sputtering and cursing in indignation as he
walked out and tossed the Innkeeper a gold crown, more than enough to cover
his room and meals.  The innkeeper snatched the coin out of the air and hid
it away within the folds of his apron with minimal movement and no more
acknowledgment than a nod of his head.  He saddled his horse Eliron and
rode west.  He rode until long after the sun had set, and broke camp hours
before the dawn.  He avoided all towns and villages, bathing in rivers and
ponds as he found them and eating what he could catch with his bow and
snares.  He gave no thought to why he was riding or where, he just knew in
his core that he had to.
   His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the Temple doors.  The
Temple was a plain structure, large but plain, made from simple stone and
wood hauled in from the Torabine Mountains.  It was made of three
connecting box shaped buildings with flat roofs and no doors or windows
other than the main entrance.  The first of the three buildings stood over
fifty feet in height and width, with two round towers off either end, each
tower was a good twenty feet in diameter and ended another sixty feet up
with half the tower exposed to the elements, they were known as the
observatories.  The other two structures branched from the main at a
forty-five degree angle, each one half again the size of the central
building.  The Temple sat in the middle of the Plains of Garteh, the
largest and most sparsely inhabited lands this side of the Torabine.  No
nation lay claim to these lands and the few villages that could be found
were populated by a hardy frontier folk who were proud of their
independence and freedom.
   Bulrick turned towards the doors as they opened, standing with his feet
shoulder width apart, his left hand held Eliron's reigns while his right
was behind his back pressed against his hip.  He did not move nor look
anywhere else but straight ahead.  Two teens clothed in white dresses that
covered them form neck to ankle stepped from the Temple and held the great
doors open with a bow, as a third woman dressed in red robes with gold trim
stepped out through the doors.  She was followed by a procession of women
and girls, each dressed in red robes with varying colored trim.  The first
women wore robes trimmed in black, followed by women with robes trimmed in
blue, green, brown, purple, and lastly white.  This was the priestess of
the Iluseanady and the women of the Oracle goddess; the holders of the
great seal of Crathan that bound the world from evil and protected the
human race from the onslaught of the Oric'Hu hordes.  As the woman in Red
and gold approached him Bulrick bowed at his waist and waited her
acknowledgment.  The woman stopped three steps from him and smiled.  "Rise
child, I did not summon you to look at the top of your head." She said with
a grandmotherly voice.
   Bulrick returned to his previous position.  "Mother, I come to you as
one summoned, I come as was required by the old covenant.  I am the last of
the Cartaineans, but I come, as we were bound, as we will be bound once
again."
   Bulrick did not understand the words he spoke or why he spoke them, but
they seemed to please the woman.  She was an older woman, handsome in her
years and may have been beautiful once.  Her smile made her face glow and
her eyes sparkle.  Her eyes were as blue as an untouched mountain lake
struck by the first rays of the morning sun.  Her blondish red hair
cascaded down her back in layers, combed and groomed to perfection.  She
was a woman well suited to lead, and one that others would be happy to be
led by.  "I am glad the old oaths still hold true, I had hoped for more,
but if you are the last as you say, then I must be happy with who came.  We
must remedy this however, the line of the Cartaineans must not be allowed
to pass, for need of it will be coming to the world soon," she said as she
took his hand to lead him towards the temple.  With a motion from her other
hand two of the brown priestesses came forward to take his horse.  "Come
child, they will take care of your steed, but we have much to talk about,
much to talk about.  You know you will be the first man to enter the Temple
in over a thousand years, the last was King Daran Cartain.  It was then
that he laid the oath you are now bound by upon your people."
   Bulrick walked beside the woman, confusion on his face.  He had
questions he wished to ask, many questions, but something held him, his
mouth would not do as he wished, nothing would, he simply walked beside the
woman into the temple.  The procession of priestesses followed them in and
then broke off as they entered the great hall.  Only one from each of the
colors stayed with him and the woman.  "I am being rude," she said as they
walked into the main hall and turned left towards the first towers
entrance. "I am called the high seer.  I am the keeper of the prophecies.
These others are the Circle of Gahelindria goddess of Oracles.  Each one is
the head of her order.  I am called Keeper by those who serve me and Mother
by those who petition me.  You, however, can call me Alidrel, which was my
name before I was called to the Temple."
   There was a murmur from the Circle behind them.  With the Keeper's last
statement Bulrick found his voice.  "They appear to be unhappy, Alidrel."
Bulrick said to her quietly.  She patted his hand as they continued into
the tower.  The room was ornately decorated with silk drapes and ancient
tapestries depicting even older battles with monsters from legend, or
Oric'Hu warriors, Beasts that walked like men who stood over seven feet
tall with the tusks of boars where their lower canines should be and red or
yellow eyes.  The room was double tiered with the outer ring sitting
slightly higher than the inner ring.  In the center of the outer ring sat a
chair, almost a throne, made of the darkest wood Bulrick had ever seen,
inlaid with gold and silver.  In the inner ring sat seven chairs, in a
semi-circle facing the first.  The chairs were made of the same dark wood
with the three on either side not as ornately carved and only inlayed with
silver.  The final chair stood out in the room in its plainness.  The
Keeper led Bulrick around the chamber to the first chair, as the Circle
stood in front of the six below.  She motioned for Bulrick to stand to her
left but still facing her.  This brought more murmurs from the Circle.
   As the Keeper and the Circle stood before their chairs, servants entered
the room and began to assist the Keeper and the Circle with removing their
robes.  Bulrick felt himself start to flush and tried to look away from the
Keeper, however his body would still not respond to his requests.  As the
Keeper's robes were removed, Bulrick was relieved to see that she wore a
gown underneath.  The gown was gold colored silk, light and form fitting,
the sleeves ended just above her elbow, open and loose.  The bottom of her
blouse stopped just above her stomach.  The loose fitting top was cut low
revealing considerable cleavage, and as she moved to remove the rest of her
robe Bulrick was sure he had seen more than was decent.  He was surprised
to see that the Keeper was actually quite fit, with a firm stomach with few
signs of aging on her flesh; again he turned red at the thoughts running
through his mind.  The Keeper looked up at him with a smile and then a
frown.  "Oh, I am sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.  The
robes are for ceremony and it gets so hot here on the plains.  It has been
so long since... again, I am sorry."
   The Keeper took her seat and picked up a fan that lay on the arm of her
chair.  "Now, for why I have summoned you, Bulrick of Cartain.  The oath
that bound you to the Temple of the Iluseanady was made by the King of the
Cartainean people over a thousand years ago.  This oath was preordained by
the Oracle Reha, if it had not been made the world of man would fall to the
Oric'Hu as there would be no one to face them or their armies when the seal
was broken.  Only the blood of Cartain can face the Oric'Hu.  It was
ordained that one with the blood of Cartain would kill the King of the
Oric'Hu and send them back to where they came from forever.  Sadly the
Kingdom of Cartain fell five hundred years ago during the Cleansing, many
kingdoms fell during that time.  The Oracle Faleth has seen that the time
of the oath has arrived and so you were summoned.  We had hoped that enough
of you blood remained in the world and that more would come.  You are the
last of your blood, a direct descendant of the King of Cartain and on you
lay the hope of Humanity.  There are many tasks which must be performed
before the seal is broken.  An army must be raised, and the blood of
Cartain must return to the world.  You will not be sent out alone, and
without tools.  I will send two Priestesses with you; I leave the choice of
whom with you as the Oracles have decreed.  The Oracle Illusexis will
accompany you, follow her advice and do as she wishes.  No matter how much
you may dislike her request, it must be done.  The Oracles have seen it,
should you deny her but once all will be lost.  I am not saying that you
must follow her blindly or that you cannot question her request, but should
you refuse in the end all will be lost."
   As the keeper finished Bulrick found he could move once again.  "This is
madness, I am no son of a king, I am merchant guard.  How am I supposed to
bring back the blood of the Cartain, I am but one man?"
   The keeper smiled up at him, "All will be revealed in its time, the
Oracle will guide you.  All the priestesses of The Iluseanady have talent
in foreshadowing, but only the best are raised to Oracle.  I have seen you
in my dreams.  You will seed The Iluseanady and then you will seed the
world."
   "Seed the Iluseanady?  Seed the world, what are you talking about?"
   The Keeper stood from her chair as the Circle continued to murmur among
themselves, obviously becoming agitated and upset.  "No woman will be able
to deny you.  Illusexis will give you the power; you must have to spread
the blood of Cartain.  It will not be your hand that strikes the killing
blow, but the hand of one of your seed," She said as she laid her hand on
his chest.  "You will seed the Iluseanady and then you will seed the
world."
   One of the Circle, a woman wearing a light purple blouse and skirt,
stood.  "Keeper you cannot mean... I will not be seeded by any man; The
Iluseanady has stood for three thousand years without..." "Enough, Bela,
you speak about which you know nothing!" The Keeper yelled.  "The
Iluseanady are bound to the will of the goddess and she has spoken.  If
this man asks, you will not deny him, you will not be able to.  Not all of
the Iluseanady will be seeded, but some will, and the choice will be his to
make not ours.  The decree has already gone out, signed by my hand before
this meeting, no one will deny him and all are open to him from the lowest
apprentice to the Keeper herself."
   A priestess in white silks shook her head.  "Keeper, the apprentices are
young, they cannot... they are my charges, mine and my sisters, you cannot
possibly mean for us to stand aside while he..." "Yes, I mean for you to
stand aside, if he chooses one of them then so be it, it is as it should
be. They may not be old enough in our eyes but it is not for us to guess
the will of the goddess.  She came to me in a dream two days ago and let me
know her will, none within these walls will deny him."
   "And none should want to," said a small teen as she walked into the
room.
   The Circle and keeper all rose and bowed to the teen.  "Illusexis, you
bless us with your presence Oracle." The Keeper said as she maintained her
bow.
   The small teen smiled at the Keeper.  "Please rise, this formality is
not needed, I come to see the Cartainean, the one who will seed the world
and bring the salvation of humanity.
   The girl looked young to Bulrick, barely old enough to be considered a
teen.  Her face was pretty and her eyes shone with a hint of something
secretive.  Her lips were full and her stomach was tight, she wore the same
blouse and skirt as the priestesses, however hers was colored a light
yellow and was almost see-through.  Bulrick felt a flush returning to his
cheeks as the teen walked up to him and then around him, appraisingly.  "He
is quite handsome, and strong," she said as she lightly brushed her nails
along his back muscles and his arms.  "Yes, I think he will do nicely, he
has good blood and his seed will improve the world greatly."
   As she finished her assessment of Bulrick she licked the nail of her
right index finger, and then with a flick of her wrist scratched his arm
drawing blood.  "It is done, he has been marked and the power is his.  From
this day forward no woman may deny him."
   Bulrick shied away from the girl and looked down at the inch long
scratch on his arm.  It hurt at first but then the area went numb.  He felt
a tingling sensation spread from the wound throughout his body and then
center on his crotch.  "What did you just do to me?" he asked the teen as
the wound on his arm healed, leaving only a slight scar.
   "I gave you what you needed to complete your duty to the Iluseanady. 
Now to test it and your resolve; Bela, Clarice, please step forward."
   The two priestesses named, one in purple and one in white, approached
where the Oracle, the Keeper, and Bulrick stood.  "Yes Oracle," they both
replied in unison.  "What is your desire?"
   Illusexis looked at the two women and then at Bulrick.  "Breed them and
the Keeper."
   Bulrick looked at the teen in shock.  "What..." was all he got out
before he felt his cock begin to harden.
   The two priestesses looked at Illusexis in horror as she simply stared
at them.  "All must understand their place.  You must know your power and
what is your right, and they must know theirs.  Once they are bred word
will spread of what happened and none in the Iluseanady will think to deny
you.  If you can breed two of the Circle and the Keeper herself, then who
are they to deny you?"
   "I thought you just said no woman can deny me, why is this necessary?"
   "The woman you wish to breed cannot deny you, but others can try.  They
may try to hide someone you must breed, or try to stop you from doing so.
They must know their place.  The Iluseanady are no longer keepers of the
Oracles, they are breeders of the Cartain.  These two were the first to
speak against you; they must be the first you breed.  Now breed them."
   Bulrick looked to the Keeper, who simply shrugged as she began to remove
her blouse, "You cannot defy her or all will be lost."
   Bulrick looked to the two horrified women with a frown.  "Strip and lean
over your seats." He said with sadness in his voice."
   Bela and Clarice both straightened and then smiled.  "As you wish
Bulrick," they both said as they too began to strip.  The Keeper came
around in front of Bulrick and began to unbuckle his armor as Illusexis
unbuckled his belt.  Bulrick stared at the Keeper's naked body, his blood
racing in his veins and a gasp came from the assembled women as his hard
cock sprang free.  The Keeper began to stroke his cock, gently but with
obvious inexperience.  "Please be gentle, all in the Iluseanady are
virgins; none have ever been with a man.  Girls are brought to the temple
young, before they could be corrupted by the influences of the world
outside," she said as she led him to Bela.
   Bela had stripped off her clothes and was leaning over her seat as
Bulrick had instructed her.  She looked back at his hard cock breathing
heavily with anticipation of what was to come.  She was not the most
beautiful woman he had ever been with, a little too plump for his tastes,
but she was not ugly either.  Her breasts were large and full as were her
hips, perfect for bearing children.  She let out a gasp as she felt his
cock touch the entrance to her slit.  Her pussy began to lubricate almost
instantly and with one quick stroke Bulrick was inside of her, breaking her
hymen with ease.  Bela let out a hiss of pain as his cock buried itself
within her, but that was quickly replaced with moans of pleasure.  She
orgasmed with every stroke, the walls of her pussy milked his cock and it
was not long before he was shooting his seed deep with her womb.
   Bulrick simply pulled his still hard cock out of Bela's cunt and stepped
up to Clarice and pushed his cock into her folds.  Clarice was a beautiful
woman, her flesh was smooth as silk and her breasts contained no sag,
Bulrick pushed his cock into her and relished the feel of her cunt.  She
too orgasmed with every stroke and her cunt milked his cock, but since he
had already cum inside Bela he was able to last longer with Clarice.  As he
fucked the White priestess he looked around at the rest of the Circle, they
sat there in shock watching him impregnate two of their number.  As they
did, they each in turn slid their hands up their skirts to fondle their own
cunts.  They were shocked, and even a few were outraged over what was being
done, but he knew they all wished they were the ones receiving the
pleasure. Bulrick reached around Clarice and grabbed her firm breasts in
his hands, cupping them and tweaking her nipples as he fucked her from
behind.  Finally he felt his own orgasm coming and with one last shove he
filled her womb.  Clarice let out a shriek of pleasure as she felt his seed
fill her.  "Yes, goddess, yes fill me, make me yours." Bulrick pulled his
cock from the White Priestess and turned towards the Keeper.  She sat on
her throne with her legs spread over each arm, her hand stoking her wet
pussy.  "Come Bulrick, breed me, and fill me with your seed so that I may
bear the next generation of Cartain."
   Bulrick walked up to the woman and leaned down to kiss her, the kiss was
passionate as his hands cupped her breasts.  He broke the kiss and pulled
her higher in her seat; his lips found her breast and sucked in her nipple,
lightly grabbing it with his teeth he held it in place as his tongue worked
over the tip.  The Keeper moaned in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out
of her pussy.  "Please, breed me.  Please." She begged.
   Bulrick let up on his assault of her breasts and guided his still rock
hard cock to her opening.  With a single trust he took her virginity and
then started to fuck her with earnest.  He could not understand what had
come over him, he had never been like this before, and in the past he had
always taken his time with his lovers, ensuring they enjoyed the lovemaking
as much as he did.  Her cunt milked his cock, and just as the other two had
she screamed in pleasure while begging him to cum inside her, begging him
to impregnate her.  It was not long before he gave her what she wanted and
for the third time he came, filling another womb with his seed.
   As he pulled out Bulrick was glad to see that his cock had finally begun
to deflate.  He was shocked however when Illusexis dropped to her knees in
front of him and took his cock into her mouth.  She sucked it until it was
once again hard, licking the shaft and taking the entire length into her
mouth and her throat.  He let out a grunt and came once more down her young
throat.  She smiled up at him as his limp cock slid from her mouth.  "Every
breeding must end like that, with you seeding my mouth.  This will ensure
that your seed will do as it is required within them." She said as she
pointed to the three naked women lying exhausted with his seed dripping
form their freshly fucked cunts.
   Bulrick looked at Illusexis with a frown, "Now what?"
   She gave him a devilish grin.  "Now you seed the rest, from the youngest
to the oldest, every apprentice, Acolyte, Priestess and Oracle.  All but
two will receive your seed and bear the next generation of Cartain.  Those
two will accompany us to the villages and farms throughout the Plains of
Gareth and beyond, where all women and girls from eight to fourty will
receive your seed.  Those that take will bear your children those that
don't will be bred again."
   "What of those that are not of breeding age?  You said all from eight to
forty, eight year olds are not of breeding age so what's the point?"
Bulrick asked.
   Illusexis shrugged.  "They will receive your seed, some will take some
will not and when you return any who were not old enough to bear your
children or did not take will be bred again one more time to be sure, along
with the last two who accompany us and myself.  We have one year to
complete our task and for you to breed as many women and girls as you can.
You have brought the end of the Iluseanady but have begun the saving of
mankind and the return of the blood of Cartain." 
  
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