The truth behind the priests lecherous legends.
By Nakod Apa. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The Pledge
As was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.
Diana was named for a great goddess. Her natural beauty was striking. Her inner grace and humility prevented her from any vanity at all.
Peaceably Diana bade farewell to her mother but allowed them to follow behind her, to the Temple stronghold, for even had she so wished, there was no way she could escape her fate. She had long known that it was her destiny to become a vestal, as it had been her brother's to become a priest.
Shut in a small cell, the hours passed slowly, boringly, as she waited to be given the first initiation step; a red robe of a novice; then be instructed in her duties. At last there came a clatter in the corridor and the sound of a key in the lock. Awkwardly, bearing a tray of food, a tall, young priest entered.
“Jon!” She exclaimed in surprise. She jumped up and embraced her brother.
“Hush, not so loud, little sister,” he admonished. “I had to bribe the kitchen vestal to allow me to deliver this in her place.”
“But how are you, brother? Two years and I've not heard from you. Why have you not written?”
“As you will discover it is not permitted for those commanded to the service of The Gods, to communicate with the ones they leave behind.”
“Not even their sisters?”
“Especially not them, for they might disclose the truth of matters that only The Chosen may know.”
“Oh! But I was chosen to become a vestal anyway.”
“And now you are not. That's why I came as soon as it was possible. To advise you.”
“What do you mean, not to become a vestal? What else can I be?” Diana was confused.
Jon paused to gather his thoughts. “Let me first set you aright, for much that we are taught is false; especially, that only those who are married may know and practice sex. Thus it follows that the children of an unmarried woman, like us, must have been conceived without benefit of a man, and are therefore special. Correct?”
“Yes, of course.”
“It's complete nonsense.”
“Then who is our father?”
“I know not, except that he must have been a priest.”
“But the priests are celibate.”
Jon gave a snort. “That is what we are meant to believe. The truth is that a priest may have sex whenever he pleases. I've enjoyed many women in the last two years.”
“But where did you, do they, find the women?”
“What do you think vestals are for?”
“You mean, no I cannot believe it.” Diana was dismayed.
“Vestals keep house, but that is secondary. Their main duty is to serve us priests. If you had become a vestal you would have been required to entertain any priest who desired you, and with looks like yours it would not have been long before most would have taken and enjoyed you. Wow, look at you, Diana! You’re far more beautiful than I remember! These past two years have been very good to you.”
“But what has this to do with being special.”
“Well, how do we replace those that go to join the gods? If it were to be with the offspring of priests and vestals it would expose the myth of our purity, and in any case would eventually lead to serious inbreeding. So, at a certain point in their career, each priest is commanded to select from the Common Folk an unmarried woman he fancies, then drug the Eucharist she receives at prayers, divert her to private quarters after mass, then wait for her to pass out. When she finally awakes, she knows nothing of the sexual relations that occurred. But if she conceives, she is publicly esteemed by the priest, for having an immaculate conception. The bastards are the special ones, the replacements, us.”
Diana shuddered and studied the floor. “But if I'm not to be a vestal, what am I to be?”
“You remember in our lessons they taught us about the war with the nation of Dragonia?”
“Yes.”
“And how as part of the peace treaty, and to mark our subservience, we are bound to provide an annual tribute?”
“Sure.”
“What they didn't say was that this tribute is not a tax. That collected tax is diverted to secret clerical treasuries. The actual required Dragonian tribute is only nominal, and takes the form of a maiden. A beautiful young maiden from among the vestals and pledges. She becomes a slave to please and entertain the man who is ruler of Dragonia, The elders have decided that you are to be our tribute for this year.”
“But I'm not beautiful.”
“Oh my sister, Your humility denies the truth. Everyone else thinks otherwise, and they make the decisions in the Temple. Anyway just accept what comes, for a day or so. It won't be anything serious, at least not until you are given to the Dragonian dictator. I don't know what happens after that. But for now I'll keep an eye out and help where I can. Look, I'll have to go or they'll be wondering where I've disappeared to. Eat that food. Keep your strength up.”
Awkwardly Jon leant forward and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek, then slipped out of the cell door.
The Initiation
Somewhat perturbed Diana toyed with her food until, some thirty minutes later, two vestals appeared, led her to a room lined with old, cracked tiles, briskly undressed her, bathed her, then clothed her in an ancient red robe.
“What happens now,” Diana asked.
“You get to be taken to the High Cardinal.” One of the vestals told her. “Come on! He's impatient to know you.”
Wearing only his outer dalmatic vesture, the High Cardinal watched as Diana was brought to stand before him. The red shift marking her as a novice was threadbare and at least two sizes too big, only just clinging to the points of her shoulders and leaving bare her slim neck and clavicle. The thin cloth draped itself enticingly around her ample breasts and rippled slightly as she walked, plainly revealing the bulge of her nipples with their dark areola. Her gleaming black hair tumbled down her back in disarray until it nearly touched her tight butt.
He said nothing, just looked. He felt his manhood gradually stir and stiffen into readiness. This was one he would relish. Three-and-a-half score years, and more, were behind him but still he had the will and the power to want, ravish and enjoy, although not as often as in his prime. This one would delight him with the softness of those hand filling breasts and the thrusts of his shaft inside her hot, throbbing center. Of the many vestals he'd selected to pleasure him over the years, few had possessed a body to compare with this girl. It was a pity she must be relinquished to the Tribute, but it had to be. At least he would have a use of her before she was sent south.
For her part Diana waited uncertainly. The supreme head of the Temple, this holy man, was staring at her most peculiarly. It was as if he wanted, intended, to have her. But no, he couldn't, if Jon was right he could take any woman he wished, so why should he want her? Anyway he was so old. That scrawny neck, those hollow cheeks and drooling lips revolted her. The thought of those liver-spot covered hands roaming across her body, fondling her breasts and caressing her thighs, made her feel sick.
“My daughter. It was intended that thou shouldst become a vestal. That our priests, who so devoutly serve the Mighty Gods, might be blessed with some reward for their endeavors by enjoying the pleasures of your body. But on occasion the good of our congregation requires another, higher, sacrifice. We wish it were not so, that we could keep you amongst us, but we must bow before The God's command. Thou art to be our Tribute to The Great Dragon, the ruler of Dragonia, that he may leave us in peace for another year.” The High Cardinal paused, “We do not have to explain, your brother covered it well enough.”
“You were listening?”
“Do you think we are so imprudent as not to take a few precautions. Of course we heard all that he said, There remains just one item to be confirmed. Your beauty is undeniable, but alone it may not suffice to provide the pleasure to which a ruler is entitled. It is our duty to confirm that you will fully answer his desires.”
She was muddled, disjointed, confused. “I don't understand.”
Prima Nocta
“We must be sure that when he uses you, as a man uses a woman, you will satisfy him. So we must first test your bounty.”
“I'm to be mated?”
“Yes. It is a chore we will ourselves undertake.”
The thought of being taken by him repelled her. His pretense that he was only performing his duty was unconvincing, every word merely echoed his lust for her body.
The High Cardinal drew a silk scarf from the pocket of his dalmatic vesture. “But first, since your preference will likely run to youth rather than experience, let us blindfold you. Then you can focus your mind on our skill, not our image.” He fastened the scarf around her eyes.
“Now come. Disrobe and let us savor that lovely body with which The Great Gods have blessed you.”
What choice did she have? Trembling, she raised her arms and reached behind to unfasten her shift. Lazily it fell to circle her feet. She felt a slight draught caress her body, and shivered as she imagined his eyes on her naked and vulnerable flesh. He would be studying her boobs, her untouched cunni. Tightly she pressed her legs together to hide her nether lips.
“Trust us,” he said. “Do all we say and you will have an experience you will never forget.”
She managed a faint, “I do not doubt it, Your Grace.”
Smiling, pleased with her submissiveness, he looked her up and down, his eyes agleam with desire. His gaze lingering first on her quim with its lush beaver, then on her full, firm tits. His breathing grew harsh, his chest heaved as he reached for her and crushed her to him, the hardness of his erection stabbing her stomach. His palms stroked up and down her back, gently massaging her, feeling the smoothness of her skin; then paused on her hips, slid round to her flat belly and up, up to those adorable boobs. He stopped for a long moment, just cupping them and savoring their firm weight.
When he again moved he slowly dragged his palms to and fro across her nipples, feeling them swell, before holding her by the shoulders and easing her to the couch. Firmly he pushed her back until she was lying, her neat buns at the edge, her legs dangling.
His hands left her. Diana could hear a rustling, he was removing his dalmatic vesture. Quiet footsteps and she sensed he was beside her again. A light, barely felt touch, brushed her mouth. Her tongue instinctively flicked out to find his finger as he caressed each lip in turn. Then he stroked her cheeks, before dragging his palms down across her chin, her neck, the hollow of her collar bone, smoothing the skin in small circles. When he reached her left breast he pressed gently around the edge spiraling in until he found her bud. It stood high for him to squeeze firmly, sending a bolt of ecstasy straight to her centre. She moaned.
The High Cardinal heard her breathing deepen, leant forward and ran his tongue around her other breast. God, she was tasty. His thin lips opened to take her swollen nipple into his mouth. He nipped her with his teeth, sucking her deep.
The fingers of his other hand found her cunni. Gently, oh, so gently at first, he stroked her from clit to anus. His fondling grew firmer. He pushed a finger inside to test her dampness, was gratified when she arched her back and pushed her mound into his hand.
The scarf was doing its work; she was unable to see him but his heavy breathing and the musky, unmistakable scent of sex was feeding her carnal needs and overcoming her revulsion. Her soft, “Yes, yes,” was music in his ears.
“What do you want, my dear?” he asked.
Diana barely heard him, all she knew was the rapture of his hands and mouth thrilling her in a way she had never known before. As he rubbed her clit, she began to pant, gave a low moan and dug her nails into his shoulders, then down his back to his hips, instinctively pulling him to her.
He held back, in no hurry. She felt him ease himself onto the couch and kneel across her. All the time his tongue licked her nipples, his fingers explored her cunni, testing her wetness but not entering her. Her breathing quickened, she was near to climax. She whimpered, she needed to be filled. He would not let her come. His touch on her swollen cunni lips was feather light, then firm, then light. He seemed to sense her need and to repeatedly rouse and then deny her.
She was ready. His fingers parted the soft lips of her center. The helmet of his cock butted them, sliding up and down coating itself with her dampness. He eased away from her, placed a hand to one side to take his weight, his other reaching for her thighs to open her wider before grasping his now totally rigid staff and positioning it at her entrance.
She felt it, hard yet soft, probing, pushing her lips apart as the glans slowly entered, forcing deeper and deeper. There was nothing else in the world now but this manhood thrusting, filling, rewarding her. His stroke was slow, his pelvis grinding her clit. She couldn't resist. The tremors started deep inside her then rushed out to explode around his cock.
He heard her cry, felt her come, but it was too soon, he wasn't ready yet. He thrust harder, faster; her beauty, her pleasure, her satisfaction were a dim, unimportant memory. All that mattered was his release. His thighs tightened, he shuddered, he whimpered. Hot and hard his seed erupted into her, filling her. He lowered his chest onto her two soft boobs and rested while his heartbeat slowed and the blood drained from his tyrannical probe.
Some minutes passed before he rose, resumed his robes and removed the blindfold. “Yes, you will be a worthy Tribute. Would that we had more time to attend to your education ourselves. It would please us greatly to instruct you further. However, the Gods have ordained otherwise. You are required to leave at first light.”
“No. Leave that. You deserve better,” he said as she reached to cover herself with the discarded shift. He pulled a cord by the tapestry and she heard the faint chime of a distant bell.
The two vestals who had escorted her into his presence entered and genuflected. They were good looking women only a few years older than Diana.
“What is the meaning of this rag?” The High Cardinal thrust the shift at them.
“But, Your Grace, it is not worth giving her new robes just for the journey. Especially as we are told she will be naked for the presentation ceremony.”
“But what if she is seen on the journey. What of her dignity. She deserves your respect. Both of you, remove your robes. Now!”
Quaking somewhat at his anger they quickly unfastened their gowns, red with the white edging of senior vestals, and laid them before their feet.
“Right,” he turned to Diana, “take your pick. Either should be a reasonable fit.
Hesitantly Diana stepped to where, naked, staring at the floor, the two vestals waited. Gingerly she selected the nearest robe and swiftly lowered it over her head, grateful in the draughty room for the residual warmth of it's previous owner.
Priest George
There was a sharp rap on the door. “Come!” Commanded the High Cardinal. The figure that entered was young for a senior priest being but a couple of years older than Diana's brother, but he carried himself with the assurance of one who has already received some prominence in the governing hierarchy.
“Ah! George. Well timed.” The High Cardinal frowned at the two Vestals. “We will discuss your performance later. You may withdraw.”
Hastily one gathered up the remaining robe and the other the rag that Diana had worn and, still naked, they hurried out of the chamber.
“There she is, George,” the old man gestured toward Diana. “You may take her and be on your way. I will expect you back within three weeks.”
The young priest bowed his head. “I am honored Your Grace. I will not fail the Gods.” Reaching out he took Diana's hand and drew her from the room.
The priest called George led Diana to a room deeper within the Temple. Furnished, not luxuriously but comfortably, with a large soft bed, two easy chairs and side tables; the stone walls were softened with embroidered tapestries. There he sat her in a chair while he called for food and drink.
Over the meal she studied him. Two hand spans taller than herself, his easy movements spoke of a lithe well-muscled frame hidden beneath the clerical robe. His hair was short, dark and curly, though somewhat haphazardly cut; his eyes almost black but with an amused flicker. A most personable male, she wished he had been the first to take her, not that ancient High Cardinal, skilled though he had been.
Glass in hand, the priest sat back and regarded his charge. “I expect you wish to know what is to happen tomorrow,” he said.
“In general. We start on the journey to Dragonia.”
“Yes. His Grace has decreed we are to start at dawn. There will be you, me, eight other priests, and four vestals as your attendants. You will travel in a litter carried by the priests working in shifts, four on, four off. Each night, when we stop to rest, I am to assign a priest to further develop your ability to please a man.”
“You mean to mate with me?”
“Yes, that as well. The intention is that by the time we arrive at the border with Dragonia you will have coupled with most of your escort. Since they are all differently endowed, some small, some big, and each prefers a different way of using a woman, to which they will introduce you, by the time we arrive you will know how to pleasure almost any man'.
“Oh!” Unexpectedly she had adored being ravished, she wanted that delight again, but with the man of her choice. She felt aghast and revolted by the thought of submitting to a different priest each night. “I, I'm not going to get much sleep then.”
“You can rest in the litter during the day.”
“And will you also mate with me?”
“Do you wish me to?”
“More than any other man. How I wish it could have been you who first used me.”
Flattered, he smiled, “I also wish I could have been the one to take your maidenhead. But here the rules are strict and absolute obedience has been the cornerstone of my success. Which is why I watched without intervening when the Cardinal initiated you.”
Diana was startled. “You saw me being deflowered?”
“Yes, I forced myself to watch, wishing it was me driving into you, pounding and taking your maidenhead; me making you moan and cry out, your tits bouncing to the rhythm of my thrusts. But if I had obstructed him I would not now be tasked with your care.”
Rising he took her soft hands between his and led her to the bed. “Nor would I have the opportunity, if only for the few days of the journey, to myself enjoy you.”
Bending down he grasped the hem of her robe and slowly, calmly, began lifting it. As he reached her thighs Diana placed her hands over his, took the material from his fingers and with one swift motion swept it up and over her head.
For several minutes George just stood, his eyes exploring every height and hollow of her divine body until he heard, like the susurration of a distant sea, her whispered, “Please, please, please.”
Diana rejoiced at his lean, well-muscled body when he undid the sash of his gown and let it slide from his shoulders; felt her nipples harden at the sight of his jutting cock. Her fingers strayed between her legs and pushed into her slit. Expectantly she began to writhe.
He reached for her body, caressing her. “I heard you cry out as he thrust in and out, in and out. You were loving it, the more he gave you the more you wanted.” His lips were on her skin, kissing her.
Was he right, had she really wanted it to continue? But she knew she wanted to be taken again, wanted this priest to fill her.
His hand slid slowly down her smooth stomach towards her increasingly wet sex. “Watching your initiation was when I realized I wanted you more than any other vestal in the palace.” His lips took a nipple, sucking on it.
She moaned softly, arching her body to press her breasts hard into his face. “Oh yes, take me, now, please.”
She felt his knee pry her legs open, his hard cock search for her entrance.
His erection ready he whispered, “Yes, I'm going to have you, “ He thrust into her hard. “Now!”
Diana gasped and moaned as she was impaled on his velvet shaft. Her body jerking as he moved within her.
“Oh ye gods, Diana! I want to fuck you forever, I'm going to fuck you hard.”
“Yes, now, hard," she moaned.
“Louder, say it louder. Keep saying it,” he ordered, slamming into her ever harder and faster.
“Take me! George. Use me! Fuck me! Please!” She screamed her body afire with ecstasy.
Then he emptied his balls into her. It was over, she had been filled for the second time that day.
The Journey
The following morning they left without ceremony. The litter, with a sore Diana resting inside, led the way. The remaining priests and the vestals followed behind quietly conversing.
George walked beside the litter contemplating which of the priests would be most suitable to provide instruction for Diana during the coming night. Preferably it should be one known for his gentleness, for he had been a trifle heavy handed in his enjoyment of her and she would not appreciate being roughly used two nights in a row. The first time had been understandable, they had succumbed to their emotions, but later that night his possessiveness had got the better of him and he had bruised her tits and slammed and pounded her vulnerable and unpracticed cunni until she cried out for mercy.
Perhaps Emil who was shouldering the litter pole in front of George should be the one. A slender, softly spoken young Priest who most considered shy, George had once overheard two vestals discussing his performance. They had agreed he was a change from the normally more arrogant priests, but had wished he was not so quiet and solicitous, that he would talk less and act more. Yes, he would do for tonight.
It was late afternoon when they stopped at a rest house the Temple maintained for travelers. They had made good time that first day, covering nearly four leagues on the firm, level terrain. Later, when they reached the hills, they would be lucky to achieve half that distance.
Stepping from the litter Diana was stiff. “Take a short stroll,” George advised her. “The vestals will not be ready to bathe you until they have finished preparing your bed.”
“Will you walk with me?”
“A short way.”
“And are you going to have me tonight?”
“Would that I could, but I must do my duty and assign one of the other priests to instruct you further.”
“Why must you be such a slave to your duty? Don't I count? You said I was special, so prove it. Anyway who is to know if you are the only one to enjoy me. The other priests will not care, they have the Vestals for their pleasure.”
In a way she was right, George thought. He was torn between his wishes and the philosophy of obedience that had served him well. Maybe, no, he couldn't.
George’s Jealousy Grows
Diana bowed to the inevitable. He had been brain-washed and she was unlikely to change him quickly. She wondered what it would be like to have Emil take her. Well, she would soon know.
The room allocated for her training that night was small but comfortable. The flickering candles lit a broad bed liberally scattered with soft cushions. To the left, covered with a curtain, was an alcove for hanging robes. Concealed inside it George waited, his motives unclear even to himself. He could argue he was just supervising her instruction, or was there to protect her from possible abuse, but if he were honest he knew he was being a voyeur, though he consoled himself that he needed to know why this vestal so affected him
Emil entered, stopping as he caught his first full view of Diana. His eyes widened, he'd known she was beautiful, as the Tribute she had to be, and he was conscious of the privilege of being selected to train her but, lying there her sleeping gown fallen from one shoulder showing her soft white skin, she was more than he expected.
The diaphanous material softly veiled the mounds of her breasts and with little peaks marked her erect nipples. The hem had risen and flowed across the tops of her thighs baring her shapely legs. His gaze caressed her lovely face.
“I am Emil, my lady. I am to help you learn how to please a man.”
She did not reply but just smiled uncertainly as he lent forward to press ardent lips against soft, silky flesh. Delicately his fingers found and stroked her smooth inner thighs. As they probed higher to knead her lower lips a warm scent of sex rose from her hot centre. She moaned softly under his skilled touch.
She raised her shoulders from the bed her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hands felt for and unfastened his sash, scrunched down the material of his robe until she found the lower edge, then drew it up and over his head. Pulling her mouth from his she gently ran her lips across his hairless chest.
“How do you like being the one on top? The one doing the riding?” Emil asked.
“I don't know. I've never tried. Show me, please,” she said.
“Like this.” He rolled to lay on his back beside her and, gripping her waist with both hands, pulled her up and toward him.
“Kneel with your legs either side of me, That's right. A bit higher though, so when you sit back, my cock slides into your cunni, Great.” He slowly drew the filmy material of her night robe up and over her head. “Lean forward a moment.”
Grasping her tits he lifted his shoulders and head until he could attend to her long nipples. Slowly, deeply, he sucked first one then the other until she groaned, “Take me. Take me now.”
Hands firm on her boobs he gently pushed her upright. “You decide when it is time. You're in charge. Lift up, then drop down and take me inside.”
Half raised Diana reached behind and found his solid shaft. Cautiously she lowered and impaled herself on him.
In the alcove George groaned in agony. He was discovering that of all the distress and pain emotions can bring, jealousy is surely the worst.
Smoothly, instinctively Diana found a rhythm. Rising and falling, slowly at first then faster and faster she rode Emil. Her head went back, her long black hair brushed his calves, her breathing grew ragged. She groaned as she climaxed, yet realizing she mustn't stop until she had satisfied him, continued to pump up and down. Suddenly Emil could hold back no longer and she felt him erupt inside her. Muscles clenching his cock she slowed, milking him of every drop of his seed before collapsing forward, her breasts damp against his chest.
“Well done, my lady. An excellent first effort.”
She caught her breath. “That was great. Come, let's do it again.”
“We must wait a while, until my balls are replenished,” he said.
Furiously George burst from concealment. “You've done what was required. Now go! Go!”
Startled Emil stared at him. “As you command.” Annoyed at being denied further use of Diana, he scooped up his robe and left.
George turned to where she lay limp and naked on the bed. “You enjoyed that! With him! After you said it was only me you wanted between your legs.”
“So what if I did. You sent him. You said I had to submit to him. If you don't want to see other men enjoy me then don't send them. Take me yourself.”
“I might just do that.” He ripped off his robe and flung himself on top of her.
Looking up into his face, she felt the lust again rise in her, reflecting his desire. She reached for his hand and entwined her fingers with his. “This cannot go on,” she said, “you have to choose. Keep me for yourself or renounce me and let the other priests use me as they wish.”
“I must think.”
“Well do that later. First I want you inside me. Come, let me try it on top again.”
He let her roll him over and straddle his hips. Leaning forward her lips found his in a gentle kiss. Softly he walked his knuckles down her cheek and under her chin. “Umm,” he said, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Feeling the pressure of his cock hard against her stomach she hauled herself to her knees, paused for a moment her tits hanging in his face, nipples grazing his lips. He took one in his mouth and sucked while slowly she rubbed her clit to and fro along his cock.
Her need becoming unbearable she reached behind her with one hand and held his cock erect; the fingers of the other hand spread her lips wide. Easing the tip of him to her entrance she let her weight fall, crashing down his shaft to totally impale herself.
As she started to slide up and down on his shaft, her tits bounced merrily to and fro. George groaned and reached up for them. Full and firm, they were perfect for his hands.
She reached back and cupped his balls, gently caressing them between long fingers. He started to moan saying, “I'm coming. I can't wait.”
She arched her back and slowed her rhythm, her cunni muscles clenching and unclenching on his tormented flesh. “Yes! Yes! Come now. Fill me,” she urged.
Then it was over. Exhausted she collapsed on his chest so that he could embrace and hold her tight. “You're bigger than the others,” she said, after a while. “I never think you're going to fit, yet you slide right in.”
“That's because we were made for each other.”
“So why give me up?”
He was silent for a while, his instincts warring with his sense of obedience to the High Cardinal. At last he said, “You're right. I'll keep you for myself. At least for as long as I can. Until we get to the border.”
They arrived at their final overnight resting place late on the ninth day, having covered the twenty-five leagues to the border with Dragonia in good time.
Although loath to admit it, by this time George was feeling the strain. Along with the priests bearing Diana's litter he was becoming weary, the climb up the foothills had been especially hard. Not because leading his small party required any great effort, but because he had also taken it on himself to provide Diana with the training the other priests were suppose to administer, in addition to satisfying her increasing demands to be laid.
The tenth day they rested, mainly in each other's arms. Toward evening, temporarily satiated, Diana said, “What is to happen now? How does the ceremony work?'.
“Well, there is no great ceremony, no formal transfer. I am to take you to the place of the spirits near the top of the mountain and leave you chained to a rock for the Dragon to collect.”
“And when will that be?”
“No one knows. You have to be in place by dawn. But since it has always been strictly forbidden for anyone to remain and view the Dragon's acceptance of the maiden we know not when he comes. We are certain he, or a representative, does always come because others have visited the site a few days later, and the girl has always been removed. Also there have been reports over the years that the Tribute maidens have been seen in his palace.”
“But must I? Must we? Can't we just steal away and be together?”
“How? We can't hide in this country, and we certainly can't hide in Dragonia, we don't know the place, or the customs. And what would we do for money? Much as I want to I can't see a way.”
“Perhaps if I appeal to this Great Dragon?”
“You can try, but from all reports it doesn't sound as if you would get much sympathy. The rulers of that place are hard men, they have to be since they become the ruler by assassinating their predecessor.”
“So be it,” she said, finally resigned to her fate. “Fill me one last time before we go.”
His heart heavy he pulled her close, kissing her with a lusty possessiveness. Her breasts pressed firmly into him as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth.
Despondency made him hard. “Oh! That I could keep you,” he said, “I cannot be gentle now.”
“Then be rough. Take me as you will. Just once more make me yours.”
Like a man possessed he ripped the gown from her body. His mouth taking a nipple, Diana gasped as he first bit, then sucked it.
“By the Great Gods, Diana, your breasts are wonderful.”
She pulled her bud from between his teeth and shook her boobs in his face. “Lick me, suck me, George. My tits, my clit, every part of me. I want to remember the feel of your lips.”
George pushed her back until she was spread-eagled before him, her legs apart showing her wet cunni.
“Eat me! Eat me till I come.” She ordered.
Grinning he knelt across her ankles and lowered his head to her mound and began to lick her. She placed one hand on his head while the other fondled her breasts.
“That's it darling, make it a feast,” she said.
He licked until she was dripping though neither could say whether it was from his mouth or her slit. She moaned and squirmed in ecstasy as he took her small clit into his mouth and teased it with his lips and tongue.
“And my tits. Don't forget my tits.”
“Then you better be on top. That way I can play with them while you ride me.”
She eased herself from under him and, sliding down his body, turned him on his back, then sat across him so that she could fit his cock firmly into her cunni. Up and down, slowly, teasing to start, she rode him while he rapturously fondled and rubbed her yearning boobs.
She drove faster and harder, skewering herself on him. Then, as they got to the edge, she abruptly stopped, lowered her mouth and sucked his nipples, her clutching cunni milking his balls of every drop.
“I've taught you well,” he said.
Doggedly they laboured up the slope until eventually, the night far advanced, they reached the summit to find it was a small, decayed caldera littered with boulders fallen from the rim, almost a little amphitheater. As they hurried along the track George could see in the moonlight another path entering from the opposite side. Presumably that would be the Dragon's route.
To one side was a cluster of large rocks. The one in the center, marked by four large iron rings was clearly their destination.
Ambushed & DeCockitated
“I'm sorry, my beloved, but we must follow the instructions, at least until I can see a way to save you.”
“I doubt my fate will be as bad as imagination paints it, so even if you fail do not blame yourself. You will have done your best. But you will not fail, you will find a way for us to be together.”
“Come then, give me your robe.”
“Oh! Must I be stripped?”
“Yes. Totally naked and fastened by wrist and ankle to those four rings.”
“Make sure the knots aren't too tight.”
Carefully George tied her to the rings then began kissing her, her lips, her eyes, her throat, her boobs, her cunni. “Keep faith, my darling. I will find a way.”
In case they were observed he gathered her robes and strode vigorously back along the path. As soon as he was out of sight he hid the robes under a rock and pulled his sword from beneath his robe, fastening the belt around his waist.
Avoiding the path he clambered carefully over the boulders, trying to remain hidden from any potential watcher. It was difficult with only the moon to light his way, but at last he was back in the cluster of rocks some twenty paces from where Diana dangled, spread-eagled, in her bonds. Selecting a patch of deep shadow he settled to await the coming of The Great Dragon.
As George had forecast the Great Dragon came up the far path shortly after dawn. He was alone. A man of medium height but broad in the shoulder who clearly possessed great strength, he was simply attired in trousers and a soft jacket. A large sword hung by his side and he carried a spear in his hand. It seemed his reputation as a warrior was justified, certainly George would be mad to attempt an open battle against such a formidable opponent so he settled into the shadows to await developments.
All was quiet for several minutes then George heard soft, gasping groans coming from Diana, as well as a lower pitched moaning and grunting sound. The noises gradually became louder and louder.
Leaning from his hiding place he could see that the Great Dragon had laid down his weapons and removed his garments. His erection was immense, pressing forcefully against Diana's naked flesh, while he sucked and mauled her firm breasts. Straining at her bonds, she moaned and writhed before him, her spread thighs and soft nether lips glistening damply in the early light.
What was George to do? As he told her when they later thought back on the events, it all seemed so obvious.
“As I watched he sheathed his long, thick cock in you. I forced myself to look on as he pounded and pounded you, to listen as you screamed under him, your tits were bouncing as he went in, and out, then in again, and out, Your back was arched, you were loving it, The harder he slammed you, the more you wanted it, You were both oblivious to everything else.
“So I drew my sword and crept close. Timing was all. I judged his rhythm and when he had pulled nearly out of you, in one swift motion I thrust my blade between your bodies and swung down. It sliced through his cock like a serf's sickle cutting the harvest.
“That was the end of him. He passed out with shock, his blood pouring over your ungovernable cunni. He briefly regained consciousness but it was too late, his veins were empty. He bled to death.”
But what next? They had disobeyed the High Cardinal so dared not return to the Temple. Can they go on? George recalled being told that to claim the throne a pretender had to kill the current Great Dragon. But had he not just done that? Could he now become the ruler of Dragonia?
Together they went down the path, Diana naked, George bearing the Great Dragon's head on the point of his spear, preparing to claim the throne.
Epilogue
And so it came to pass that George was hailed as the new ruler of Dragonia.
His people quickly prospered for he caused peace to reign throughout the land. Indeed he proved such a wise monarch that he was loved by all and soon became known as Saint George.
He declared Diana is consort and, her belly swollen with his first son, decreed that henceforth the succession should pass to the Dragon's eldest male offspring, thus avoiding the continual duels and assassinations of yore.
Nearly a year later, the time approaching for the next Tribute, Diana urged that Saint George should forego his reward in order to save another poor girl the abuse she suffered.
He responded that this would not be politic, it would smack of weakness and foster the ambitions of their enemies. Instead he despatched a heavily armed delegation to the Temple instructing the High Cardinal that future Tributes must be virgins.
So it was that, throughout the many years of his reign, Saint George annually revisited to the scene of his slaying of the Great Dragon, continuing the custom of accepting a fair young Tribute.
It is not recorded whether he followed the example of his predecessors and first enjoyed a Tribute while she was tethered to the rock. However it is indisputable that each had relinquished her maidenhead well before reaching his court, and most were delivered of a child a mere nine months later.
It is also recorded that the Tributes found favour in his eyes and, though Diana remained his Queen, each spent many a happy hour in his bed.
By Nakod Apa for Literotica
