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*Chapter 2: Seduction*

SATURDAY: JENN EXPLORES HER SEXUALITY

I woke up Saturday morning to find the sun shining through the curtainless windows, with one of my hands on Jenn’s boobs, and with one of Jenn’s hands holding my sticky penis and balls. She was already awake and was trying to arouse me! I pretended to be asleep, and she carefully twisted around on the bed so that she could examine my penis closely.

Jenn held her face just inches from my body as she fondled and explored me. Her innocent curiosity coupled with her touching immediately caused my penis to become fully erect. She caressed and rubbed it, a look of wonder and excitement on her face. Then she began to mimic what I had done when I jacked off, and as I peeked at her naked body through my slitted eyes, I felt the pressure at the base of my penis quickly building.

My penis was pointed directly at Jenn’s face, and she was looking at its cyclops eye, now swollen and dark red. She watched my balls pull up hard against my shaft, and she began to rub them with one hand while stroking my shaft with the other. I felt a growing heat spreading out from my balls as Jenn continued rubbing and fondling me.

I ejaculated. My first burst hit Jenn between the eyes, and before she could react, a second rope of cum hit the side of her nose and flopped into her open mouth. She recoiled in disgust, saying, “Yuck!” and the next shot struck directly on her right nipple. It was still coated with dried cum from the night before.

As Jenn jerked back, I grabbed her and pulled her back against me, and my remaining cum splashed against her stomach and dripped onto my abdomen. “GOD! It’s in my mouth! It’s all over my face! Let go of me!” She cried.

I forced Jenn down onto her back, and I rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed. Then I licked the cum off of her face. She kept trying to keep me from kissing her, but I persisted, and I finally pushed a wad of my cum into her mouth with my tongue. She tried to spit it out, but I kept my mouth clamped against hers, and I began to rub my thigh against her pussy. I could feel the fresh, sticky cum on my stomach as I rubbed against her.

Jenn swallowed, then kissed me back. It was obvious that she was really turned on. “I think I’d like you to do me again!” She shyly said. “And your . . . stuff . . . didn’t taste so bad after all!”

I was happy to oblige, and I moved my lips to her pussy. About twenty minutes later I enjoyed her screams of climax while I watched waves of passion ripple through her abdomen. This time I had two fingers inside her when she came, and I could feel her vagina contracting against them as her orgasm trembled through her body.

We shared a long, sticky kiss as we clung to each other. The pussy juice on my mouth covered up our morning breath. Jenn hungrily licked my face. “I thought it would taste awful!” She declared. “But it . . . somehow . . . makes me feel even more excited!”

As Jenn pressed herself against me, I knew I was winning the struggle. She had experienced far more sexual arousal than anything she had done before, and we had become almost as physically intimate as two people could be. My penis throbbed as I realized that she would probably soon be asking for me to really have sex with her. All I needed to do was to keep her aroused and ready!

The cabin slowly got warmer. We were sticky with our various secretions and covered with dried sweat, and needed to shower. When we got up, I pointed out the various wet spots on the sheets. I pulled them off the mattress and put them in the washing machine. While I got it running, Jenn took her still-damp towel into the bathroom and began to shower.

I got my mostly-dry towel from the porch and joined her. Jenn didn’t complain when I climbed into the tub with her, and we took turns cleaning each other off. While I was cleaning her pussy, I slid one finger into her vagina and another into her anus, with my thumb pressing against her clitoris. Jenn was disgusted by the finger in her ass, so I told her she should do the same thing to me.

With her soapy finger inside me, I helped her find my prostate, and instructed her on the way to rub it that really turned me on. I was soon moaning and groaning, and Jenn had a huge, satisfied grin on her face. Before I ejaculated, I made her stop, and I pushed my fingers back into her, this time without complaint. She was soon grunting as I had done a couple of minutes before. We stopped before the hot water ran out, but we were both nearly ready to climax.

After drying each other off, I took the wet towels outside, and I hung them on a clothesline about fifty feet from the cabin. Then we began preparing breakfast. Our frequent kisses kept our arousal at a peak. My balls had a slight ache, and I could smell Jenn’s pussy even though she had just showered.

With the bacon sizzling and the eggs ready to be put on, the washing machine stopped, and I told Jenn it was her turn to hang out the laundry. After some arguing, she finally walked outside, completely naked, and hung the sheets up. Watching her do this in the nude was really a sight! It was still a little chilly outside, so her nipples were stiff and she was shivering when she came back in, so we cuddled and kissed for a couple of minutes. Once again she got really aroused. Most likely she had never really gotten calmed down from our earlier activities.

The cabin was quickly warmed by the sun, so we unclasped each other and finished making breakfast. We ate it in the nude. Of course there really wasn’t any choice since I still had Jenn’s clothes locked up! Jenn blushed occasionally, but she gave no other sign that she was uncomfortable. While we drank coffee after breakfast, I sat across from her and talked her into giving me beaver shots like Sharon Stone had done in Basic Instinct. Of course it’s even a better view if the woman is nude! And her blonde pubic curls were incredibly beautiful to stare at!

“Your penis points up when I do this!”

“I can tell you’re enjoying this. I am too!” I replied.

Every time Jenn spread her legs apart and arched her hips forward, she blushed very deeply, but she was becoming more wanton. I had a world-class hard-on.

When we hadn’t touched each other for several minutes, we slowly calmed down. Jenn said she wanted to explore the woods some more, and I agreed. I retrieved the VW key, and I told her that she could go out and get any clothes she wanted to wear. Once again I was treated to the sight of a naked woman outside in the sunlight while she made two trips back-and-forth with her collection of little bags of clothes.

I insisted that we not wear any underwear. We wore shorts, T-shirts, and shoes and socks. Jenn looked fabulous, particularly with her two erect nipples pushing her shirt front out!

We explored the woods and rocky outcroppings for nearly two hours. We saw lots of snakes. Some were poisonous, but they were easily avoided. Late in the morning we returned to the clearing around the cabin. I suggested we have a drink and sunbathe. I got a beach blanket out of the car, spread it on the grass, and began to take off my clothes.

Jenn said she was afraid of getting burned in sensitive places, but I pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion and told her that we could prevent that easily enough! As soon as she was completely nude, I insisted on applying lotion to her entire body, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples. Since she was a blonde, I pointed out that I really had to be thorough, and by the time I was done with the pale skin below her waist, she was once again really aroused. Then she greased me up, paying particular attention to my erect penis. Finally we lay down and began to bake in the sun.

Every few minutes we would change positions, and I insisted that we apply more lotion to the white, untanned areas on our bodies. Jenn used the lotion to make my penis slippery, and she mimicked our strokes of the night before and began to give me a hand job.

Lying on my back, with a beautiful, greasy, naked girl rubbing my dong, was too much. When she slid a greasy finger into my anus and began to rub my prostate, I shot my wad. This time she had me aimed away from her, and it ended up on my legs. She laughed and wiped it off me with her hands, then used the grass to clean her hands off. She was amazed at how small my penis was when it was uninflated, and she made fun of it. But then it was my turn.

I had Jenn lie on her back, and I rubbed a lot of lotion onto her breasts, and onto the front of her thighs. Then I straddled her waist, and rubbed her breasts with one hand while I reached back and used my slippery hand to rub her pussy. She raised her knees and spread her legs apart, and I slid my fingers in and out of her vagina. The lotion made her clitoris very slippery, and she began to move with the rhythm of my hand strokes.

My penis stiffened up, and she caressed it while I slowly brought her tensions up. As I had done before, I brought her to the brink, then paused, then brought her to the brink again. I did this over and over until she arched her head back and looked like she was in pain. I increased the tempo on her pussy and she began to scream my name over and over. I could feel her body shaking under me.

As she calmed down, she pulled my hand away from her clitoris saying it was just too sensitive. I kissed and fondled her for a few minutes, then built her up again. This time I told her that she had to finish herself.

“I can’t do that! Not with you watching!” She cried.

“I did it last night while you watched!” I retorted. I rubbed her clitoris with my finger until she was almost there, and then stopped. “Your turn, Jenn! Finish yourself off!”

After a few false starts, she began to rub her breasts with one hand while rubbing her crotch with the other. I leaned back and I watched her masturbate, thinking about how far I’d already brought her. Late yesterday she had been reluctant to eat a meal with me while nude. Now she was allowing me to watch her masturbate herself!

As Jenn twisted her legs around, I could hear her wet vagina making smacking sounds, and I knew she was getting close. Finally she climaxed, and screamed, although not as loudly as before. But she kept rubbing herself and her climax repeated several times. Finally she stopped, and lay on her back with her legs spread apart, with the sun shining directly on her pussy lips. If any woman ever had a well-fucked look, it was Jenn - and she hadn’t fucked me!

I leaned over her and kissed her. She clung to me for several minutes. She made little purring sounds in her throat. A little later we picked up our stuff, including our clothes and my beach blanket with a couple of spots of Jenn’s pussy juice on it, and we went back to the cabin. It was so hot we had to open the windows to cool it off, and then we made some ham and cheese sandwiches and ate them in the nude outside in the shade. We washed them down with cold beer. When we tried to get up, we both found we had stiff and sore muscles from the hiking and climbing.

We went back inside and ran a warm bath, and then we both climbed in and soaked. Every few minutes we added a little hot water. We soon drifted off to sleep in the tub, with our heads at opposite ends, and with our legs intertwined so that our crotches were pressing against each other. In the warm water I could clearly see that Jenn’s labia were engorged and that her pussy was open and ready. My prick stuck straight up out of the water, and if I hadn’t made my “no intercourse” promise, I would have screwed her right then. She was ready, I was ready, and we were both relaxed. Instead of making love, we napped.

Jenn woke me when she pulled the plug and stood up. We repeated the shower action of the morning, and washed all of the residual lotion off our various body parts. Then we grabbed a couple of cold beers, walked naked outside, pulled our towels off the line, and dried off outdoors. A gentle breeze had come up, and it was warm but not hot. The smell of the woods made it feel like paradise. Of course holding and caressing a naked Jenn didn’t hurt, either!

I told Jenn that I had a couple of presents for her, and I retrieved them from the car. First I handed her a package with a pink bow on it. She quickly finished her beer and then opened it. When she pulled out the black negligee, she blushed and stammered, “I could never wear something like this!”

But I insisted, so Jenn told me to wait outside while she went into the cabin and put the skimpy outfit on. After a couple of minutes Jenn called my name, and I entered the cabin to find her wearing the negligee, lying on her back on our bed, with her hands over her head and with her knees up and her legs spread wide apart. She looked like a gift from God, and her posture and the look on her face said, “Unwrap me and fuck me!” She was clearly learning how to exploit her sexuality!

I kissed her and caressed her entire body, and she quickly became extremely aroused. After a lot of foreplay, I untied the bow between her breasts, slipped the negligee top off her sweaty body, and paused to look at her wearing nothing but the skimpy black bikini bottoms. As I rubbed her crotch through the material, her pussy juice soaked the panties, and I could see her wet pussy lips through the material. Before I slid the panties off her, I had her bend down and look at herself. She looked again when she was naked, and it was obvious that she was ready. Her outer lips were dark and spread, and her vagina was partially open.

I slipped her pussy-juice-sodden panties down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. I handed her the second package. She looked confused when she pulled out a dildo, but she immediately started comparing it to my erect penis. “It’s almost an exact copy of yours!” She laughed. “It’s even the same size!”

The dildo came complete with balls, and also with a tickler which, I explained to Jenn, was to stimulate her clitoris. “I’m not sure about using this!” She said. I quickly smeared lubricating gel all over it (even though it probably wasn’t necessary, given the state of her arousal), and I began to push it slowly into her vagina. Jenn stared at it as it slowly disappeared into her, and then she gasped when the tickler struck her clitoris.

I began to move the dildo in and out of Jenn, pressing down and twisting when I had it all the way in, and this really drove Jenn wild! She began to grunt, and she jerked her hips against the dildo as I began to increase the in-and-out tempo. She had her fastest climax yet, and they probably heard her scream at the store in the valley!

I held the Dildo inside Jenn while she calmed down, then I began to move it again. As soon as she started responding, I told her that it was hers to use, and she sat up a little and began to move it around inside her. It was instructive to see the motions, patterns, and timing she used. Within a few minutes she again exploded with orgasm. While she calmed down, I gently caressed her body and kissed her. The dildo remained inside her.

I was becoming aware that my feelings for Jenn weren’t just sexual. We had been friends for a couple of years, and now that we were getting intimate, I knew I was starting to fall in love with her. I began to worry about what would happen once I finally got her so aroused that she wanted to fuck me. I knew that I was already close to that point, but how would she feel afterwards? I’d given my word, after all. For the most part I was concerned about her feelings for me. That was a first for me - with any woman!

I told Jenn that she could use the dildo any time she wanted to pretend that I was fucking her, and she kissed and hugged me. Then I had an idea. I told her that the black negligee could be her way of signaling me that she wanted to really have intercourse. “If you ever wear that for me again, I’ll know that you are ready for us to have real sex. Until you decide to do that, you can always use the dildo.”

Jenn smiled, looking completely sated. “So, if I wear this outfit for you, you will make love to me? And until I do that, you won’t?” She asked. I nodded and she kissed me for a long time. “It’s a deal!” She said. One again I realized I’d just made a promise that I didn’t think I would be able to keep. If I got her hot enough to beg me to fuck her, could I do so without breaking this new promise? It really surprised me that I cared!

I wanted to have her “wear” the dildo, and after a trip to the bathroom, we found that a pair of panties she had packed would almost hold it in place inside her. Certainly with a little help from me, and with an occasional push from her, she could move around with the dildo inside her. Even with her panties on it was sexier than having her nude since I knew that she had an erect “copy” of my penis inside her!

We decided to have an early dinner, and we quickly made spaghetti which we ate with garlic bread and more red wine. Throughout the preparation and the meal, I pressed the dildo through her panties, and Jenn wiggled and gasped with the stimulation. She was so turned on that her face and chest were covered with blotchy red areas and her nipples were rigid. I teased her by dripping some wine onto her breasts and then licking it off, and I challenged her to do the same thing with my penis. She was reluctant, but finally tried it. It felt so good having her lick, suck, and kiss my prick, particularly since it was completely new to her.

Then I talked Jenn into giving me a real blow job. She quickly picked up the idea after a few instructions, and she really drove me wild! At the same time she was flexing her hips and rubbing the dildo through her panties, driving herself into a frenzy. She suddenly began to orgasm, and as she raised her head to scream, I exploded into her open mouth, onto her face, and onto her neck. She collapsed on top of me with her legs apart, straddling me. She kissed me, and I licked some of the cum off her face. Before I could finish, she began to drift to sleep. My limp penis was against one of her legs, and I could feel the sticky cum between us. I could taste it, and I could reach down her back and feel between her legs and push on the dildo through her panties. She obviously enjoyed the sensation, but we were both exhausted and I quickly joined her in sleep.

EARLY SUNDAY: THE FINAL DAY AT THE CABIN

Jenn woke up first, and she woke me when she got up. It was sometime after 2:00 a.m. Jenn removed the dildo and we both looked at the way her vagina stayed open, even with it out. We shared a fast, joint shower. The cabin was really cold, and we quickly got back into our sticky bed. Jenn was on top as she had been earlier, only this time she wasn’t wearing her panties. She slid down me until my stiff prick was pressed upright firmly against her pussy. Then she wiggled against me, kissed me deeply, and quickly fell asleep.

I dozed for a while, then decided to resume stimulating Jenn. I gently stroked her back, all the way down to the backs of her thighs. My fingers gently brushed the sides of her breasts, even lightly touching one nipple. I began to slowly move my hips forward and back a little bit, producing a sliding motion with my erection along her pussy and against her clitoris. Other than my prick, I was completely relaxed. I kept this up for at least a half hour, then I began to be more direct in my touching. I worked my thumbs between our chests and applied direct stroking to her nipples.

I gradually increased the tempo of my hip thrusts, and I lengthened the strokes. In only a few minutes I could feel Jenn’s pussy getting wet, and my penis, now partially wrapped in her labia, began to slide smoothly up and down her slit. Her heart began to beat faster, and her breathing picked up, but she still appeared to be asleep. She began to move her hips in time with the movement of my prick, and I reached between her legs and pressed the head of my penis more solidly against her.

“Now you witch, I slowly squeeze the life out of you with my bare hands!!!!”

Though they were now yellow encrusted and bloodshot, she saw that he could now see somewhat out of his rapidly blinking eyes. He leaned close and leered at her.

“Yes, I can see some, lassie. Though my eyes burn like someone is holding flames to them, I can see that pretty face of yours! Those big sexy green eyes all big and tearing up as you realize you’re about to die! Hah hah!!”

Tori kicked futiley, but it was no use. She fought to remain conscious, fighting the blackness. His grip was growing tighter….and tighter……..

And then it was gone.

With a loud gasp for air the young mage lifted her head and found Yator being lifted off of her. His eyes were bulging and his mouth was open but no sound came out. Then she realized that around his neck was a biceps and forearm of immense proportions. Then the Champions face appeared over Yator’s head, and he grinned down at the girl.

“Not a moment too soon, eh?” Then his grin vanished as he saw the white semen that still dripped from her face.

“FUCK!!!!” the Champion roared. Then he leaned in close and whispered into the ear of the man who struggled weakly in his iron grasp, held completely immobilized by the larger man’s expert chokehold.

“You raping bastard! Can you guess what comes next? You like to strangle little girls to death eh? Now you can see what that’s like!”

A muffled whimper sounded from the trapped man’s throat, and then the Champion began squeezing in earnest.

Tori turned her head away, wiping at her mouth as feet away Yator wheezed and struggled as the Champion slowly strangled him.

More than 30 seconds went by as the Champion slowly kept the naked assassin just on the edge of consciousness, letting him think over the fact that he was about to die as the long moments dragged on.

Then with a final piteous choking whimper the muscular assassin’s arms went limp. The Champion didn’t move, however, and kept squeezing.

Several long seconds passed, and then Yator’s body began writhering and jerking involuntarily, and a loud squelching sound filled the air as the dying man shit himself.

The Champion threw the corpse aside with disgust and then leaned down and picked up the now crying girl.

“There there, lass, it’s all right. He won’t hurt you again.” He carried the naked mage over to the fire and sat her down on the saddle, and as she sniffled and fought to regain her composure he covered her with the blanket he pulled from the ground.

Pulling a ram’s horn from his belt, the Champion put it to his lips and gave it a strong blow, the blast reverberating through the forest around them. Then the quickly found Tori’s clothes and brought them to her.

“Put something in his eyes, did you?” he asked gently as he helped her dress, trying to take his mind off the fact that despite the situation, the sight of her gloriously naked form had caused his penis to lengthen inside his breeches. A hard 3 days chase it had been, and after the feast of feminine companionship the previous week the few days of famine had given his organ time to fully recuperate, and now it began pulsing insistently against his thigh.

“Vordrakian root powder.” Tori said as she stood before him now as he put her cloak on and adjusted it around her shoulders. “It’s for stoking a fire when you do magic, and I had some in one of my pockets. But I knew if it got in someone’s eyes……”

And then she crushed herself to him, crying, loud sobs filling the glade as the Champion put his arms around her and held her tenderly, letting her get it out.

At that moment Octorious, Selvinus and some men in the armor of the Brythunian Horse Guard burst into the clearing on their horses.

“Ho! Got the bastard I see!” Octorious called as he swung down, going immediately to the naked corpse near the fire. “Shit himself, did he? Hah! Some warrior! And, by the Gods…….he’s the twin of the man you killed in the Princess’ room not a fortnight ago!”

As Tori clung to him, the Champion moved to the body, which Octorious had rudely kicked face up with his foot.

Selvinus let out an oath. “If I didn’t know better, Lord, I’d swear that was the same fellow who’s neck you broke.”

“H-he said,” Tori ventured, fighting to keep her voice calm, “that it was his brothers you killed yesterday on the hill.”

“Maybe that’s why they all look alike. Somethin’ for us to check when we go past those other dead men on the way back to town.” Octorious and Selvinus picked up the body and threw it over a horse.

“Selvinus, you and the Guardsmen take Tori back to town under guard.”

“No!!!” Tori protested, hugging him closer to her. “I want to stay with you!”

The Champion hugged her back. “You’ll be fine. I have some things to do. You need to be home surrounded by friends, girl. Where I go, there are no friends.”

The Champion kissed the sobbing girl on the forehead and watched Selvinus and an armored knight lead her away.

“Quite a fright she had.” the Champion said as Octorious, after catching hold of his horse by the reins, came over to him. “He raped her and no doubt was intending to get rid of her soon because she slowed him down.”

“Fucking barbarian.” Octorius muttered. “Even when at war Brythunia doesn’t tolerate raping the women captives.

“I wish many other countries were as enlightened as that.” Turning the Champion headed back to where he had tethered his horse deeper into the woods. “What a mess things have become.”

Behind them, Selvinus and the Balmouth knights formed a ring around Tori as she sat on Charger, whom they had brought with them, and moved off through the woods.

“Why say you that?” Octorious asked as he trailed the larger man.

“Three days lost on this chase, another two at least to return to Balmouth, and then there will only be 10 days until we sail.” The Champion sighed as he reached his horse. Octorious had already swung to the back of his own mount.

“Oh, you mean those gorgeous wenches back at the castle? You had 14 to go and now only 10 days to test them? Tell you what, I’ll fuck some of them for you. Would that help?”

The Champion laughed as he swung onto the back of his horse. “Thanks for the offer, but no.”

“Oh well, Yana probably wouldn’t let me anyway.” Octorious groused as they cantered off in the direction of Balmouth, now a good two days ride off.

“Southron girls are like that.” the Champion said. “They see a man they like, and they instantly adopt him practically as a member of the family.”

“Had some experience with them, have you?” Octorious prodded.

“Well, does having fucked around 500 of them count?” the Champion laughed.

“Hmmmphhh!” was all Octorious replied, and then the two men put their horses to a gallop once they found the road and took off at a fast pace.

Seeing this, one of the acolytes brought him a drink of a greenish colour.

“This will revive you, Chosen One, and give you much seed.”

The draught was sweet and seemed to revive his strength quickly.

He soon after chose an older priestess to be his next partner. His choice had fallen upon her because unlike most of the other acolytes and priestesses, she had no hair round her pudenda.

Paulos had still not gazed fully upon the female organ, and he calculated that this one without the hair to hide her organ would enable him to see better the female mystery.

When she entered and lay with him he said, “I yearn to see your womanhood.” She smiled at him and said, “It shall be as you wish, Chosen One. Place cushions beneath me that I may be more readily exposed to you.”

He placed cushions beneath her firm rounded buttocks, and she parted her legs for him.

He knew from the touch of his fingers with the other women that the female was more complex than the male, but he was truly amazed at what he saw.

The High Priestess had exposed herself to him for a moment, but now Paulos gazed long at the woman”s organ while she instructed him in its parts.

Her own fingers roaming over her organ she parted the outer lips to show him the pink inner lips that were already glistening with her female fluid. Then parting the inner lips to reveal her entrance she said, “Here is where you penetrate the mystery of woman to make her fruitful.” Then lifting a little hood of skin at the top of her organ to reveal a small nub of flesh, she explained, “This is the place of a woman”s highest pleasure, touch this and the woman will desire you.”

She circled the nub with her finger, then said, “Touch me like that, Chosen One.”

Imitating her movement Paulos circled the nub with his finger and the woman began to give little moans of pleasure.

After a few moments of this she said, “Come Chosen One, surely you wish to take pleasure in a woman”s fragrance and taste her fluid? Touch me with your tongue and take your pleasure of me.”

Paulos leaned forward and placed his tongue in her womanhood and smelt her rose fragrance and tasted her, and found her good, and his lust for her grew until with a loud cry he flung himself upon her and sated his hunger.

As full realisation came upon him that he could have any woman he desired to implant his seed in once, Paulos grew sated with their compliance. In the House of Acolytes he saw an exceptionally lovely girl. This girl always seemed to try and hide from him when he entered their House, and this made him desire her urgently.

He signalled his desire and the girl was brought to him in his apartments, but she cowered away from him pleading; “I beg of you, Chosen One, do not come upon me, I am a virgin and fear the pain. There are many other virgins who long for you to take their maidenheads receive one of them.”

One of the acolytes who had brought her spoke; “Foolish girl, do you not know it is death to refuse the Chosen One?”

The girl still cringed away from Paulos, and this only made him lust for her even more. The two acolytes who had brought her tried to bear her down upon the couch so that Paulos might enter her, but she fought so ferociously that they retreated, and one said, “I shall bring a priestess to reason with her.”

When she returned with the priestess there came with the four other acolytes carrying bonds.

“You understand it is death to refuse the Chosen One?” the priestess asked.

“Yes,” quavered the girl.

The priestess turned to Paulos; “Chosen One, you may save her from death if you but say you do not desire her.”

Paulos had grown arrogant knowing the power he wielded over the women, and being aroused by her resistance he had no mercy on the girl. “I do desire her,” he said.

The priestess said, “Then there is one other way by which we might save her life.” She turned to the acolytes and said, “Seize and bind her so the Chosen One may have his will.”

The screaming and weeping girl was forced down upon the couch and tied spreadeagled upon it. The priestess said to Paulos, “She is yours; we shall leave you to plant your seed in her.”

The girl, now exhausted by her struggles, lay quietly weeping at his mercy. She no longer pleaded but lay in hopeless misery as Paulos came between her legs and sought her opening with his mighty phallus. Finding it, he pressed against her, and encountered strong resistance to his thrust. The girl”s hymen was firm and tough.

For a moment Paulos was at a loss to know what to do, and then impatient to make full penetration of the girl, he took firm hold on her hips and thrust fiercely.

The girl gave a piercing shriek of agony as he burst through and seemed to faint but never the less Paulos stayed with her until he had discharged his seed into her.

When he withdrew he saw his shaft and the couch drenched in blood and he called for the acolytes.

The priestess returned with them and seeing the blood said, “You have had your will with her, then?”

“Yes.”

Two of the acolytes half carried the sagging girl away and the priestess ordered the blood soaked cushions to be replaced and Paulos to be cleansed.

Paulos had received no real joy with the girl and felt shame for his deed. From then on he chose only those girls and women that showed some eagerness to be with him.

Having been told that his task was to make the women fruitful so that they might bear children who would one day become acolytes and priestesses, he realised that there must have been other Chosen Ones in the past. It therefore puzzled him that he had seen no children. He asked his acolytes about this, and they smiled and said they would take him to the House of Children.

They led him to a place of many rooms and a large area that he was told was called the Place of Happiness. Here amid the myriad toys and games, the children played under the watchful eyes and guidance of priestesses, the children”s mothers.

He saw one lovely woman suckling her child at the breast, and he flamed for her and said, “I desire you.”

She smiled up at him and said, “When the child is fed and asleep I shall come to you, Chosen One.”

When she came to him her breasts were still heavy with milk, and she drew Paulos to her breast and placed a nipple into his mouth saying, “Let me nourish you, Chosen One,” and she suckled him as she would a child. When he had drunk his fill of her sweet milk he entered her, and it was the most exquisite and tender of all his unions.

Forbidden further congress with her, thereafter in all his unions, he thought of her.

Unable to be united again with her, he went to the House of Children many times in hope of seeing her, but she was never appeared to him again.

In visiting the House of Children it occurred to him that although he had seen many girls, there seemed to be no boy children above the age of two. He asked about this and was simply told, “They serve Helios in other ways.” They would say no more, so he had to rest content.

Daily Paulos went out of the temple for air and exercise. At first the weather was still cold and he went clad in furs, but as the days drew on Helios appeared more often and ever higher above the horizon. Plants that had hidden during the dark time began to peep above the surface of the earth and Paulos knew that soon Helios would look down upon them in full splendour.

One morning just after Helios had risen from his slumbers, four priestesses came to Paulos and announced, “You are to see the High Priestess today, we have come to give you your cleansing.”

Paulos had not seen the High Priestess since he had first been in union with her. It occurred to him that despite her words that he might not come upon her again perhaps she had changed her mind. Thus he looked forward to their meeting.

His cleansing by the priestesses seemed to take longer, and the oils they used were more aromatic.

His cleansing over he was not left naked, but was clad in a purple garment interlaced with gold thread. He was then escorted to a great hall in the temple he had never seen before. It was magnificent with its marble columns and golden decorations of symbols sacred to Helios.

To his amazement all the acolytes and priestesses seemed to be gathered there, standing in solemn ranks, the acolytes clad in white, the Priestesses in robes of red and gold.

At one end of the hall stood an altar and on it a magnificent image of the god Helios in the shape of a great gleaming golden circle, and before the altar stood the High Priestess.

Paulos was led to stand some five of six paces from her.

The High Priestess said in a loud voice, “Chosen One, the hour of your glory has come.”

She gave a signal with her hand and a priestess came forward with a large golden chalice.

“Drink of this, Chosen One, it is the wine of completion.”

Paulos took the chalice and looking into it saw a dark red liquid. He hesitated for a moment, then lifting the chalice to his lips, drained it empty.

He saw the High Priestess raise her arms and begin to speak; “O Helios, we here present and offer to you the Chosen One. He has made fruitful many wombs among your Daughters and as we shall in due season bring forth, so we beseech you to bless our land with an abundant harvest. Grant that our sheep, goats and cattle may multiply under your beneficent rays and all prosper in the season of your light that we may have a plentiful store in the dark time.”

Paulos had begun to feel drowsy. Whirls of coloured light seemed to spin in his head and he could hardly comprehend the words that the High Priestess spoke. Her figure seemed to undulate before his eyes and he struggled to remain standing.

He heard as if at a great distance her words now spoken in aloud voice:

“This sacrifice we make unto you, Mighty and Merciful Helios.”

Suddenly the marble floor beneath his feet seemed to fall away from him. Paulos had a searing glimpse of a massive fire burning white hot far beneath as he fell.

In the hall was heard one brief shriek of agony. The marble slabs swung back into place, and for minute there was solemn silence. One young acolyte smiled secretly as she recalled her own agony.

Then High Priestess spoke once more:

“Daughters of Helios, our offering is made. Helios is appeased. We now must await the coming of the new Chosen One when next the season of darkness is upon the land. May Helios bless you all.”

As an epilogue to this story I should perhaps indicate for those curious about the matter, the fate of boy children born to the Daughters of Helios.

All the children born to the Daughters of Helios were of the most beautiful. At the age of two the boys were divided into two groups, those slightly less favoured were emasculated, and eventually served in the depths of the temple as keepers of the fire, cooks and kitchen and garden slaves.

The more favoured were sold to the great ones in the Polis. Among the most avid purchasers of these boys were the young wives of the great ones, who kept them for the time when their husbands no longer came upon them, or when the women themselves became bored with their men”s couplings.

With his emission, she was aware her body was changing. As sure as she was that his release had gotten her with child, she was also sure that the human half of her was leaving. Her skin had never felt so tingling, so aware of all sensation. She could see that her limbs, curled so tight about him, were starting to take on the glittering radiance that Oberon’s skin exuded. Her back was itching, and she had only to shift her muscles to know why: she was sprouting wings, small and perfect dragonfly wings. Aurora was aware that they were landing, and she realized with a start that somehow they were back at the bank where they had started, and that more people had come through the portal leading to the realm of Faery. Titania awaited them, a beautiful blonde creature that stole her breath just looking upon her. Also waiting was her mother, whom she had never known. It took only one look upon Daedra, however, to know that it was her mom. She was the spitting image of her.

Titania clapped her hands, and several nature sprites came forth from the crowd of gathered people. Aurora could see that they bore garments for her, a gown made of woven red flowers and the ivy leaves. “Welcome, my child,” the Queen of the Fae said with a smile. She kissed her on the forehead, giving her blessing to the changeling as Oberon parted from her. “You shall never be away from us again.”

And as the servants dressed Aurora, she looked over and saw Daedra holding open her arms, ready to welcome her daughter home at last. She realized she’d never be alone again, and tears of happiness sprung up into her eyes. She walked with them into the portal to the realm of Faery, and when the blue portal shut behind them, the forest was still as though none had been there at all. The stream ran again, the forest creatures sang their wild songs once more. The only testament to Aurora’s rebirth were the abandoned clothes lying on the leaves, left to forever rest in the human world she had left behind.