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Fantasy Games -- Edge of Ecstasy
Copyright ã 2007 Tianna Xander
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EDGE OF ECSTASY
BY
TIANNA XANDER
To my publisher. Thanks for taking a chance on me…
EDGE OF ECSTASY
Mairy was glad she was the chosen May Queen. It meant that the whole village would want her to be with child for the good of the clan. And if she ever chose to marry, no one would expect her to be a virgin on her wedding day, either. It was tradition for the May Queen to be bedded by every man in the village in an attempt to impregnate her as a symbol of fertility.
If the May Queen was with child after the large celebration, it meant the village would prosper in the coming year. It mattered little to Mairy that she had already lain with Donnal, her betrothed. No one would know. And as May Queen, the village would treat her as a respected widow for the rest of her life or she could marry in the future without shame.
She slipped quietly down to the spring to wash. She wanted no one watching her as she went through this morning's ritual ablutions. Walking from the village, she entered the wood, glad for the early morning breeze that brought the promise of warmth. The scent of pine and loam filled her senses and she inhaled deeply, loving the pungent scent of the forest.
She carried the things she needed for her ritual bath to the small, steaming spring, glad for the opportunity to bathe in privacy. No one would dare to intrude on the May Queen's right to bathe in seclusion. This one day she was royalty.
The bubbling water caressed her sensitive skin as she sank beneath its churning depths. It felt like warm fingers brushing lightly over her sensitive flesh. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that Donnal's fingers skimmed so softly over her peaking breasts. Tears leaked from her closed eyes as she wished for more of his heated caresses.
The warm water lapped at the red curls at the apex of her thighs, and she spread her legs, allowing the heat of the water to spread over her netherparts. Those same parts Donnal had tried so diligently to raise to a quivering peak, to succeed only when he shoved his throbbing man-part inside her. What had he called it? Oh, yes. His cock. Why he should want to name his man-part after a fowl, was beyond her.
She lay back resting, floating on the glassy smooth surface of the water. The peaks of her breasts rose above the warmth of the pool to pebble in the cool morning breeze. Lazily, she reached up with her hands to fondle the tightened nubs. What was it about her now that Donnal was gone from her life? She thought of almost nothing else besides their coupling. Was it because her love was lost to her and the only thing left to remind her of his love was the wanton desire he had awakened in her?
One hand left her breast to trail over her flat stomach to her sex. Her fingers tangled in the short curls between her legs and she sighed. She stroked the aching nub, that same throbbing bud which jerked out its delight whenever the climax overtook her. She brought herself to that delightful place of bliss. Then noticing the position of the sun, she continued her morning bath and waded to the shore of the pond. She had little time before the celebration began and even less time to beg Donnal's spirit for his forgiveness for consenting to the rite she was about to participate in.
* * * *
"Come along, daughter, we haven't all day," her father called back to her as she hurried from the corner of the hut where her night pallet lay.
She glanced back over her shoulder, and then rushed back for the small needle she had nearly forgotten. The needle she would prick her finger with to prove to the clan that she was still an untried maid. Gods forbid that they should take a harlot as May Queen.
Her cheeks warmed. Was she truly a harlot for succumbing to the youthful passion of her betrothed? She sighed. According to the church, she was. This new religion her people were beginning to embrace had so many rules to live by. One of them was to have the sanction of the church over wedding vows, lest the Gods -- no -- lest the one God take offense at a hand-fasting.
How was she to know that her betrothed would not return from the last hunting expedition? There was no reason to think he would fall into the river to be swept away -- never to be found. They would be church-married now, if not for that.
She rushed to catch up with her father who was nearly halfway up the hill. She hurried after him toward the large grouping of standing stones and the huge pile of wood that would soon be the bonfire, before she slowed to walk by his side. He carried with him, the small sliver of wood he'd pulled from the smoldering coals the year before and threw it into the center of the large pile. He turned to her, tears in his eyes.
"I know 'tis a great honor to be chosen May Queen, Mairy, but I wish . . ." He looked away as his voice broke. ". . . I wish ye could hae been married to Donnal right now instead." He pulled a kerchief from his pocket and swiped at his face.
She bowed her head and wished the same thing.
"I canna stay for the celebration, lass, and I've forbidden your cousins to come as well. They . . ." He paused again, and cleared his throat. "They be angry with me to be sure, but if I do allow them to come it will be on their word that they no' touch you."
"Thank you, Da," she said with a nod.
She knew the only way to keep her cousins from touching her would be to keep them away. Any man who attended the Beltane celebration who did not couple with the May Queen would be considered no man at all. She was glad that her father, as the head of their family, would not allow her cousins to attend. It would have been more than she could bear.
"I'll be leaving ye now, Mairy." He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I canna stay any longer, the others are just starting their way up the hill." He turned to walk away and then stopped. He glanced over his shoulder, hurried back to press his lips against her forehead once again and gathered her into his arms. "You'll always have a home with me, love. Come home after the revelry and I'll hae a nice stew waiting for ye."
She watched him walk down the hill, his shoulders hunched. He looked older somehow. Perhaps it was because his only daughter was about to be given into the hands of the village for one day of debauchery. Is that not what the priest Father Benedict had called it when he had condemned the people of the village for celebrating this rite?
Mairy turned back to the waiting pile of wood and took a deep breath. She stared at it for a moment in silence, imagining what was about to happen. She looked forward to this. Her father may not know it, but one night in Donnal's arms made her ready to accept her fate. Not only because of the shame she would face otherwise, but because she knew she would enjoy it.
The people of the village made their way up the hill. The men carried the tables to set the feast upon, the women carried their baskets laden with food and children brought blankets to sit upon. After the M
ay pole revelry, the children would be kept separate from the other, more elaborate celebration.
Mairy stood and watched as everyone worked. No one expected anything from her. Her labors would begin later, when the men of the village all took their turn to impregnate her for the good of the village. Her nipples pebbled and her nether-parts began to throb and weep with anticipation.
She once heard Donnal's mother speak of her May Day. How the press of the cocks deep into her body was unlike anything she had ever felt before or since. How the many men brought her pleasure beyond any other as they continued to come into her over and over. After only one night with Donnal, she wanted that. She wanted this night to remember the bliss of a man's cock thrusting inside her.
After their meal, the children danced around the Maypole and then were taken off to another part of the field to play games while some of the women took turns watching over them. The others stayed to witness the first man deflower the May Queen and to join in the ritual revelry when it was appropriate.
This was the one day of the year that all of the women of the village could couple with men other than their husbands and not be considered loose or immoral. Any child born of this day only served to further ensure the success of this year's crops, whether it was a legitimate child or not.
The first man, chosen by the rest, approached her and smiled as he tried to put her at ease. He approached her slowly, his long dark hair resting around his shoulders. Today was not a day to bind anything on the body. The free flowing hair and nakedness beneath his open ritual robe, only served to express the freedom to do as they will as long as it harmed none. Brown-black eyes gazed into hers as he stopped in front of her, his burgeoning member standing out before him. She gazed down and licked her lips, nervous.
He was huge! How could that ever fit inside her? Was Donnal that large? Surely he wasn't . . . Mairy fought the urge to step away at the sight of his large man-part bobbing before him, but she knew she must continue. For her future, for her father's reputation, she must continue.
Someone pressed a cup of spiced mead into her hands and she took it. Greedily drinking from the mug, she hoped the soothing herbs and mead would help to relax her. Warmth stole through her body as the mead slid down her throat. It fanned out from her belly, moving through her blood warming her and loosening her inhibitions.
The man, Alistair, moved closer and cupped her face in his large hands. Long, calloused fingers feathered through her hair. Gently, he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, caressing her back until she kissed him feverishly.
He swayed on his feet, helping to release the tense muscles of her body until someone placed a white sheet on the ground before them. Slowly lowering her down onto it, his mouth and lips trailed feverishly over her skin. Warmth from the spiced mead stole through her. Liquid heat suddenly gathered and pooled in her middle to finally settle between her legs.
The sound of the music and revelry seemed so far away as she relaxed, glad for the special herbs added to the mead. The mead would not take away her ability to make decisions. It would only relax her. It was all explained to her when she accepted the title of May Queen. The Queen must submit willingly, or the village would not prosper. She had gladly accepted the title to conceal the fact that she was no longer virgin.
Mairy rested on the cool sheet, her eyes glazed over. The hard cold ground beneath her and hard, hot man above her, added to the different sensations arousing her. She lay beneath him, returning his kisses as many hands grasped at her clothing, tearing her colorful green shift from her eager body.
A large man with big beefy hands, ran his fingers over her exposed breasts. Another man caressed her hair. Another unseen man sank his fingers into her already creaming nether parts.
"She is ready, Alistair," the man said. "Don't be dallying, the day is wasting away."
Alistair turned and shoved him away with a growl. "She's no' going anywhere, ye ass. There's no need to no' give her pleasure."
He smiled down at Mairy and winked. "You don' expect to go anywhere, do ye, lass?" he asked, his brow raised. He leaned down to lave her ear. "I know your secret, lass. I've a way to make you look the part, never fear."
He knew she was no virgin? Why would he help her? She stiffened in his embrace and, for the first time, wondered what it was she had gotten herself into.
"Don' look so startled, lass. I know ye loved him and you shouldna' be punished for it."
His tongue laved her ear again, before he pulled away to grasp the edges of his open robe. He pushed it from his shoulders and revealed his strong, muscular chest.
"And I'll do my best tae keep the old ones from ye as well." He looked over his shoulder to the older men who were already drinking the mead by the mug-full and laughed. "You see, I'm nigh insatiable and by the time I'm through with ye, the old ones will be so far into their cups, they willna remember not tasting the May Queen."
He took his cock in his hand and slowly flexed his hips forward, causing it to grow even larger than it already was as he stroked it to its full potential.
Mairy spread her legs, waiting impatiently for him to join their bodies.
"Now," he whispered against her neck when he lowered himself between her legs, "cry out when I thrust into ye."
It was not a difficult instruction to follow. He was so big and thick that Mairy did cry out when he thrust into her. His large cock moved in and out of her, slowly taking her to that place where everything, even the world, shattered and he still wasn't finished with her. She keened his name, clutching his arms, and dug her nails into his back as he repeatedly took her to that wondrous place.
After several minutes, one orgasm bloomed into another as he moved his hardened flesh between her legs. He rolled them over, placing her on top of him. Another man came to her, grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. She took it greedily between her lips. She had wondered when they would lose control the way Fiona said they were sure to do.
The new man stood straddling Alistair's head. She wrapped one arm around his waist and dug her nails into the muscles of his rear. She cupped his balls with her other hand, and gently raked her nails over them -- just how Donnal had showed her to do. He groaned and came into her mouth. His cock pulsed as he emptied his seed down her throat and she drank greedily from him until he was completely spent.
He pulled his limp cock from her mouth and staggered away only to be replaced by another. Again, she opened her mouth, greedily accepting the hard member between her lips, running her tongue around the velvety tip, only to pull away in shock when she felt a third man nudge her rear.
He pushed her forward on her hands, she looked down at Alistair through wide eyes and he stared into her wild gaze.
"I canna stop this, Mairy. This you must endure."
Endure? So far she loved what they were doing to her, loved the feel of a man's cock inside both her mouth and what had Donnal called it, her cunt?
She groaned out her pleasure only to be greeted by a look of pity from Alistair. He must think that she was in pain.
The third man still pushed at her backside. She wondered if he would truly fit. Finally, the head of his cock passed the outer ring of her bum and she groaned in pain. It hurt, yet it felt wonderful at the same time. The man at her head, shoved his cock back into her mouth and with the three of them in place, she fought the urge to giggle. She felt like a sausage, stuffed near to bursting, yet she loved every blessed minute of it.
As the three of them surged in and out of her, she rolled her eyes, glancing at the others who waited their turn. Some of them fondled themselves, spending their climax into the grass at their feet. Still others waited with barely contained enthusiasm to join in the revelry she provided.
The second man to shove his cock into her mouth came without warning and Mairy choked on the amount of fluid he shot down her throat. His semen ran out the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
A woman came over to lick the semen from her face and
chest. Mairy threw her head back and screamed her climax to the heavens as the woman's mouth closed around the tip of her breast and suckled while another woman bent to suckle the other.
"Yes!" she screamed.
"Look there!" A man shouted. "She's just like Fiona. A right lusty May babe she'll be having. The village is sure to have a good harvest after this."
Mairy ground herself down and back onto the two cocks that still impaled her. Alistair's hands on her hips helped her, bringing her to the edge of another screaming orgasm.
"Cum for me, ye right lusty wench," the man behind her said, slapping her rear. "Cum for me so I can feel yer ass clasping my cock before I end it."
He rammed his cock into her harder and harder and Alistair began to pant.
"I'm no' sure I can hold out much longer for ye, Mairy." He looked into her eyes, remorse clearly written in the depth of his gaze.
"It is fine, Alistair," she said, still bobbing merrily on top of him. "I'm going to . . ." She threw her head back as her climax overtook her. "Oh, Gods! I'm cumming!"
The other man growled behind her, shooting his load deep into her ass as Alistair rammed himself into her.
"I . . . can't . . . wait. Gods, Mairy, your little cunt is so . . . Arghh!" Alistair finally rammed his cock home, his seed shooting into her cunt, bathing her insides with streaming ropes of his hot cum.
Grasping hands pulled her from atop her first lover, and placed her over another. She gazed into warm brown eyes that promised her another soul deep orgasm and smiled.
Flexing his hips, her cousin's friend Magnus rammed his huge cock into her already dripping cunt.
"Such a beautiful pussy ye have, Mairy. Let me fuck it until you cum even harder than afore."
He leaned up, took a small pink nipple in his mouth and she leaned forward, following his mouth as he lay back against the sheet. She moaned with delight as another large cock pressed at her ass. How they expected to get a babe on her by sticking it there, she would never know. But it felt good. She could not deny that and she would not complain.
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