Harvest Of The Virgin Sacrifice, Filled With Hot Seed

by Gracie Lacewood

  “May we take her now my lord?” asks Pytheum and I grind my hips into the air because even after the Potentate, still my lust is not sated. I must have more, I want both of these men as well.

  “You may,” says the Potentate, as he returns to his throne to pick up his linens and fasten them about his waist.

  “Pytheum allow her to ride you and then you shall have her mouth and Logastum, you her tight young cunt. I shall watch while I rest and then if you are able to arouse me again, perhaps all three of us will take her.”

  I moan at this, the thought of having all three men inside me is delicious enough to make me wet again.

  The Potentate laughs, “I see she is a lusty gift.”

  Pytheum smiles and approaches me, a greedy look in his glinting eyes. I like the idea of riding him. So I pull his shoulder to me and then push him down onto the stone alter. Logastum sits to the side, devouring the two of us with his eyes and lightly stroking himself. I imagine he wants to save his energy for his own turn with me. Pytheum takes my wrists and eyes me as I straddle him.

  “Are you eager for more my gift?” he asks me with a glint in his eye. I nod shyly as I lean down to take his erection in my mouth. I move it in and out of my mouth and then lift myself up so his tip rests on my entrance. I rub myself back and forth against his tip and he growls and snaps at me.

  “Pull me onto you,” I whisper and he grins. He takes hold of my buttocks and pulls me gently onto his erection. He is large and I can feel myself stretching deliciously to take him in. I moan deeply as I cascade down around him. Once he is buried deep inside me I begin to rock back and forth. The fine hair around the base of his cock rubs roughly against my clit making it pulse and swell while I ride him, pressing him as deeply inside me as he will go. I press myself back and rub his cock up and down my front wall. He closes his eyes and makes a face of purest yearning. He grabs my hips and holds me still while he thrusts them in and out of me, starting to move faster. I seize his hands and place them on my hips, so he can hold me in place and then I begin to bounce.

  I start slowly and then move faster and faster until he is moaning and I am giggling. I look at Logastum and see that he is more aroused than ever at the sight of my bare breasts jiggling with the motion of my body. As I feel Pytheum beginning to come inside me I beckon to Logastum, I am not nearly sated with them. Pytheum gives a plaintive moan as he comes and my sensitive cunt is so tight around him that I can feel his seed moving through his cock. Logastum comes over to me and kisses me, his greedy tongue slipping into my mouth as I clutch Pytheum's cock with the tightening muscles in my cunt and feel him empty himself into me. He is finished, but I want more.

  With Pytheum still inside me I lean down to put my lips around Logastum, whose heated red shaft is already harder than my wildest dreams. I am so anxious now for more and more pleasure that I do not even bother teasing him. I swallow him immediately and begin to suck hard around his shaft, but in a firm voice he says, “No,” and pushes me off him. I look up at him with pleading eyes. Roughly he pulls me off Pytheum, who is dreamily resting in the bliss of his orgasm. He forces me down. My cheek presses into the cold stone of the table as he holds my head down against it. The sensation of it arouses me terribly.

  “Oh Gods, oh Gods,” I moan, not knowing how long it will be until he enters me, and unsure if I can endure my own need. I feel the warm pressure of Logastum’s tense body as he lays himself down on top of me, puts his lips to my ear and whispers.

  “I will fuck you I will come inside of you.” With that he thrusts himself inside of me, and the fullness of him shoots into me like an electric shock. I moan, he is not as big as the Potentate, but he is bigger than Pytheum and so I feel myself stretching again to take him in. He moves slowly, through I long for him to pound himself into me. Instead he takes his time, building my pleasure with each skillful thrust. He has perfect control and he can slowly rub his cock inside me, drawing lines against my wall and building the feeling deep within my cunt until I am again on the precipice of bliss. Then with a long slow thrust he pushes himself into that same spot and I feel as if I have broken open around him. I cry out as if in pain, tears come into my eyes and I want to kiss him, but I don’t because I can feel that he is emptying himself into me. He gives a groan and collapses atop me.

  I roll him off and lay on top of him, his face in my hands, furiously kissing him, drawing his life’s breath into me, until I feel a pair of strong hands pull me away from him. It is the potentate and I turn to him instead and clutch his face kissing him just as passionately, greedy for the hot wetness of his mouth. His thick tongue forces itself between my teeth and it’s probing hardness enflames me. The Potentate pulls away from me and stands, his erect cock inches from my face. He forces my mouth open and guides himself inside. I grind my hips against the empty air as the licentiousness of the act has made me ache again with lust.

  As I take him, moving my lips and tongue up and down his magnificent cock my lust grows. I want to be brought to orgasm once more. I yearn to be touched, but before I can moan with need, I feel a pair of hands sliding up the sides of my legs. In a single move they reach up to my throbbing lips and separate them. I almost shriek with pleasure and shock when I feel a tongue insert itself into me, but the Potentate fills my mouth. The tongue presses harder and harder, as I suck more greedily at the Potentate’s cock, clutching the warm smooth stone of his legs and buttocks. Closer and closer the tongue moves to the swollen aching rosebud of my clit, until I can stand it no more. I push the Potentate away from me and look steadily into his eyes, wordlessly begging him to fuck me.

  The tongue of the man below me, inches itself ever closer to my clit and when he finally touches me there I throw back my head and shriek in orgasm. I can barely hear the Potentate as he commands the remaining vassal to hold me down, and before my orgasm has finished I am tossed to the cold surface of the stone table and my legs are pulled roughly to the edge of it. The Potentate thrusts himself into me before I have even finished my orgasm and the feeling of his heat, his girth charging into me, hammering my flesh into his own prolongs my orgasm, so that as he moves within me I am washed with great billows of pleasure.

  Logastum, who holds my hands, puts his cock into them while Pytheum kisses my mouth and then opens it gently to insert himself into me. I moan into his cock and it moves harder, deeper, more swiftly into my mouth, I can feel his urgency as he pounds into me. He doesn’t care if he is hurting me, as he fucks my face, but then neither do I. The pain only mingles with the deep ecstasy of being filled. The thought that I am servicing all three of them at once sends a spurt of wetness cascading, out of me, and over the Potentates cock, lubricating him so he can glide smoothly in and out of me making me clutch in the spasm of orgasm. He gives a great animal groan and empties himself into me again, his face contorted, his hands gripping the stone of the table so tightly that I can see blood leaking out from where the stone cuts into them. As he groans I feel that Logastum too is spurting, his tight hard cock erupting over my hand.

  Pytheum gives a final groan and then he too, with his master and his brother, comes, the liquid of his warm seed hitting the back of my throat in a gush. With that, with all three men relieving themselves into me, I scream, overtaken by the great quaking spasms that engulf my body.

  I come down from the orgasm and though Logastum and Pytheum both withdraw from me, the Potentate leaves his member inside me for the twenty minutes it takes for my body to come down, in great racking shivers, from the effects of my powerful orgasm.

  Chapter Six

  Antechambers

  An hour later I am lying on a pile of cushions in a chamber behind the alter room. Logastum has brought me a physic and I sip it from a golden chalice, but after the excitement of my harvesting I am utterly spent. The Potentate and his vassals also seem exhausted. Once the Potentate withdrew himself from me he kissed me gently on the lips and then picked me up and carried me into this room, so that I would not spill even a
drop of the precious seed within me. He lies here holding me, kissing my neck and occasionally stroking my hair. Though I try not to let even a drop of seed spill from between my legs there is so much of it inside me that some does seep out. Its warmth comforts me, I reach down and bring the drops of it to my lips, tasting the sweetness of my lords.

  My whole life has led to this day. I was meant for the act that took place in that alter room. It was more glorious than I could have possibly imagined. All my urges so pent up and then to be finally released in a flurry of licentious orgy. I am finally satisfied and when I am ready I will go back through the alter room where my virginity was sacrificed, down the long red corridor. I will continue out of the temple and back through the gardens, but instead of leaving by the front gates, I will stop before them, kneeling in front of the grey door set into the ground and pulling it open so that I can descend to the mysteries that await me in the grey tombs.

  Suddenly I am shocked from my reverie by a sound. It is a great crash, coming from the alter room. The Potentate leaps to his feet. I hear shouts and harsh words and then the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn.

  “Stay here,” commands the Potentate, “do not leave unless I allow it.”

  I give a fearful nod, but he barely has time to see it before he darts away into the other room. I hear a scream and then a groan of pain. There are the sounds of men fighting and then a blast and a great crack. I hear a man cry out in a groan of pain and this time I can hear that it is the Potentate. Heedless of his words, my chest seizing in the anguish of thinking that he might be hurt I rush into the alter room.

  The great stone alter has been cracked in half and Pytheum and Logastum both lie to the sides of it. Pytheum appears to be unconscious, his head is bleeding, but apart from that he may be unhurt. Logastum has been cut in the leg and he clutches it, moaning in pain while blood pours from between his fingers, but I can barely see any of it because in front of me, the Potentate lies lifeless on the ground, a broadsword standing straight up from the center of his chest. I give a cry and run to his side, clutching his hands and kissing his lips, desperately trying to stir him back into life. I hear a man’s voice above me and look up to see a young man standing above me, a black cloak swirling around his shoulders, with a shock I realize that it is the same man who had glimpsed me in the crowd this very morning. He reaches out a hand to me.

  “Come with me Lisentia, come if you wish to live.”

  The End

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