She wondered what he would do to her now.
She felt a change in the air pressure and knew she was not alone. She saw him in the mirror as he approached, his glowing eyes the first clue to his presence. He lay his leather gloved hands upon her shoulders as he moved behind her. He pressed his tall, strong body against hers, possessively.
She said nothing, simply stared into his eyes through the mirror. He leaned forward, his mouth still obscured by the mask he wore below the nose. He pressed his face against her hair, whispering into her ear. “Tonight you will quicken with my seed.”
The words made her canal clinch in response. She had a sharp intake of breath. A soft chuckle escaped his throat. Gloved hands slowly ran down her bare arms and back up again. He traced those fingers down to the front of her fine dress, slowly beginning to pull it down.
“Wait,” she said, turning around to face him.
He paused then, an expression of shock quickly passing and then fading from his eyes. Clearly, he was not a man who was accustomed to being given orders. He raised one eyebrow.
“It's just that I have questions.” She said, goosebumps rising on her skin. Yes, she wanted this man, but she was still quite afraid. He had the power to hurt her. But she had the power to say “no”.
“This is not how this is done, my dear.” He stated, his voice still the bare whisper. There was a hint of danger there.
“I know, it's just that you must understand. I have wanted to be your bride since I first saw you. Now I am your wife. I want to truly understand you and who you are.”
His eyes narrowed as he considered her words. He was silent for a moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Finally, he continued. “You chose to be here.”
She nodded once.
“I thought your village had a lottery.”
She flushed then and looked to the ground, embarrassed. “I fixed it.”
“You.... fixed it?” He asked, his eyes widening. Then he laughed, a good hearty laugh. It was different from the malicious and lustful chuckles that often escaped his throat.
A small smile touched her own reddened face.
“A boon then, my dear. For preserving yourself for me.” He offered her his arm. “A tour then, perhaps?”
She smiled excitedly. She took his arm. She had never walked arm and arm with a man before, how fitting that it would be her husband.
CHAPTER 3
He began by walking her through his courtyard, filled with mutants going about their daily routines. One was tending the horses, one filling up water pails, another raking at the leaves. All of them were taking surreptitious glances at them, and looking away before she could catch them. It made the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.
Perhaps it was just unusual to see a new bride. After all, he only asked for one every seven years.
“I'm surprised,” she began, still holding onto his arm, “to see the mutants are not that different from us. We'd been told for so long that they were just raping and killing machines.”
A proud smile touched his eyes. “Once, perhaps. My people are civilized.”
“Perhaps you can introduce me to some of them? After all, they are my people now too.”
He chuckled softly. “None of my brides have ever requested such. I shall be pleased to.”
“That's strange, I am their mistress now, am I not? As you are their master?” She asked, searching his eyes.
He turned away from her then, saying nothing, simply staring into space and continuing the walk.
His reaction did not bode well. She finally asked the question that had haunted her for years. “Where are the other brides?”
He bristled. Then his voice became heated. “You truly wish to know? I had thought to spare you this.”
She frowned. “Spare me? I don't understand, do you mean to kill me? Is that where all the brides go?”
He shook his head. “No. Come. I will satiate your curiosity.”
He dropped his arm and her own fell limply. He stalked off towards the castle and she struggled to catch up to his long stride. Inside, he took turn after turn, quickly, while she had to nearly run to keep up. Down one staircase and another she followed him until finally they reached the lowest level.
Before them was a huge oaken door. He pulled a key from somewhere in his pocket then unlocked the door. He turned back to her before pulling it open.
“Are you sure you want this, my dear? It will not make what you must go through any easier.”
She simply nodded. With that, he pulled open the heavy door. They entered a small room lined with one way mirrors. She slowly approached one and looked down.
Below her, in a warehouse size room were hundreds of women, going about their daily routine.
Each one in various stages of pregnancy.
CHAPTER 4
She took a couple of steps backwards, drawing in a breath. She had expect five, six women at the most. Hell, she had thought he might be killing them. Instead, they were altogether, working on various tasks.
“What the.. what is this, your harem?”
He laughed darkly. “Indeed.” He slowly moved behind her, pressing his body tightly against hers. He clearly was enjoying showing her his collection.
“I thought... I mean, my village, the deal you made us...” she trailed off.
“You believed your people were special? I should not offer my protection to other villages across the land?” He teased, slowly running his gloved fingers down her bare, goose bumped arms.
“No, of course..” she stammered. “If you can help protect other humans, you should. Still, I...”
His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her closer, rubbing his hardness against her rear. His voice was a bare whisper next to her ear. “You knew you were not my first bride.”
“But I never thought so many!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the multitude.
“Jealous, my dear?” He pressed his masked lips into her neck, nuzzling.
Of course she was. He was the only man she'd ever wanted. She saved herself for him. He, instead had enjoyed hundreds of brides. “Are they all...?”
He nodded once, his hands moving further forward, to trail along her stomach. “Yes, all the children are mine.”
As they watched, unseen by the women below, several mutants wandered into the room. They grabbed one of the women and pushed her to the ground, one freeing himself and shoving into her throat in one smooth motion. The other moved behind her, yanking up her dress.
She started forward, as if she could somehow stop this. He grabbed her body and held her tight, one arm gripping her breast. His fingertips grabbed painfully into the fresh of her breast.
“What would you do, my dear? How would you stop those creatures? Do you have some power that I am unaware of?”
She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry. She shook her head, and his free hand began to slowly pull up her dress. While the woman below was suddenly taking it from both disgusting mutants, another woman was pulled into the frey, pushed to her knees to suck a third monster's cock.
But the Stranger did not slow down. He kept mounding at her breast, while he ever so slowly pulled her dress into his fingertips.
“She is not being taken against her will, my dear. This is part of the deal she made.”
Heather frowned and tried to twist her head to see him. He let go of her breast and lay his palm against the back of her head, forcing her to watch the women below getting used by the monsters. He had pulled her whole skirt up at this point, and he held it at her waist.
“I own her. Just as I own you.”
With that, he slammed his whole dick deep inside of her. She shrieked in surprise, not certain when he pulled himself out of his pants. He laughed cruelly as he shoved even more inches than before, deep inside her barely used canal.
“Once you are seeded, perhaps I will allow my subjects to take you in just the same way.” He slowly began to rock his hips behind her. Any time she tried to look
away from the monsters below, he pushed her head right back. “After all, you enjoyed last night, did you not?”
She didn't answer. She loved feeling him deep inside of her, she loved him still. But the jealousy of these other women was so intense.
He grabbed both her hips in his hands, and shoved his huge cock in, even harder. She felt it edging against the entrance to her womb. She cried out in pain. “Admit you enjoyed it.” He thrust in again, harder each time.
“I... I did..” she stammered. “But only because you were there and watching!”
He laughed softly. She lay her hands on the one way mirror, bracing as he began to build a rhythm.
“I'm beginning to grow fond of you my dear. Perhaps I will keep fucking you, even when you are carrying my child.” Below, one of the monsters had pulled out, spraying his disgusting juice all over the woman's hair.
A moan escaped her lips. Her body was reacting to his movements, even though she was angry. “Of course,” he began, not slowing his thrusts. “I will still have to keep impregnating all of those women, you understand.”
She tried again to turn and look at him, aghast. He laughed and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh I like it when you get angry, my dear. Tightens you up insanely.”
He kept pounding away at her, his thick rod tearing into her near-virgin canal, over and over, ruining her for any other man. She was so jealous, she wanted him to herself. But she had him now. A moan escaped her lips.
He was lost in his lusts. All of a sudden, he picked her up, spinning her around to face him. During that quick movement, she had her first glimpse of his dick. It was so engorged as to be a reddish purple, fat and thick. But what frightened her then was the fact that, like the mutants who had taken her before, it too had nodules along the sides. His cock, while huge and dripping with her juices, did not seem like the human dick pictures she'd seen before.
Suddenly horrified, she reached up to his face. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he did not notices what she was doing, he simply thrust inside of her, over and over.
She pulled the mask down from his face.
CHAPTER 5
A scream ripped from her throat at the sight of his mouth. It was wrong, all wrong. Nearly three times the size of a human's, it stretched across his face in a cruel grin. His mouth opened slightly, revealing multiple rows of sharp, pointed teeth. A forked tongue darted out from between his lips.
“God, your fear... you're so tight... you wanted to see my face, my dear? Here it is!”
His laughter was cruel, savage. She had imagined him so many times, dreamed of him. In her mind, he was human, handsome. He was perfection. To find out that he too was a monster...
She realized that she was being taken, savagely, my a mutant. She had been in love with a mutant. These horrid creatures that had run rampant over her land, that had killed so many humans, and her beloved Stranger was one of them.
He picked her up off the ground, pushing her into the glass. He held her legs out as far as they could go, while she faced him. He smashed himself into her, over and over, harder and faster than ever before.
“Normally I wait until the second or third impregnation to reveal my true self, my dear. Yet another way you are unusual.” She could feel his balls slamming into her ass and his dick widening her canal so he could smash in even harder.
She watched his eyes burn as he began to turn the knife. “Your precious virginity. Your exquisite innocence. How beautiful you saved it for a monster like me...”
His words were horrific, but they did not have the desired effect. The truth was, she still wanted him. She still loved him. She slowly reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.
He slowed the fearsome pounding as he did so. Instead, he pulled her up and let her slide down with gravity, suddenly less intent on spilling his seed inside of her, and more curious as to exactly what she was doing.
Pressed against the wall, she had both her hands free. She tugged his shirt out of the pants to reach the last button. She slowly pulled it apart, revealing his chest to her.
It was not like the mutants below. Instead, his skin was alabaster, almost translucent. She could see the blue veins running through his hairless, muscular body. She could literally watch the blood pump down into his massive dick. She moved to pull his coat and shirt off his arms, but was stopped by the position they were both in. He quickly realized her conundrum.
He slowly pulled himself out of her, and set her gently on the ground. He took off his jacket and shirt, and slowly lay them both on the floor. Then he removed his shoes and pants, folding them neatly and laying them nearby.
He was nude in front of her. He was both exquisite and terrifying. His whole body was the same alabaster as his chest, pale and inhuman. His hair was as dark as his skin light, and fell to his back in waves. It was the only hair on his body. His eyes were pale, icy blue, a mixture of dominance, cruelty and lust.
His musculature was human, wiry and strong. But he was far taller than a human. He had only four fingers per hand, and the same on his toes. As he grinned cruelly above her, she could see rows of tiny, sharp teeth. His long, forked tongue darted across his lips.
“If you wish to leave, now is your chance.” He laughed and embraced his monstrosity.
She did not hesitate. She knelt down in front of him, his huge, otherworldly dick in front of her mouth. She opened her lips and took it in.
He did not expect this. She could feel his dick grow even harder between her lips, throbbing as blood shot down to it. The truth was, though he was not as she'd expected, she still wanted him. And she had him. And yes, she was afraid, but this was exactly what she wanted. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the translucent skin and used it to take what she could not fit in her mouth.
His head rolled back above her, lost in the lust, lost in the idea of a woman who wanted him despite his horrific looks. She had begun a rhythm, pushing her mouth down upon his dick at the same time as she stroked with her hand. When finally she reached up with her free hand and began to caress his balls, he lost control.
He threaded his strange fingertips through her hair and began to fuck her face heartily. It took only a couple of long thrusts before he exploded, deep inside her mouth. He held it there, his seed dripping down her esophagus, for so long that she almost ran out of air. Then he pulled out, his dick still rock hard.
“You have made me waste my seed,” he chuckled. “I have not lost control like that... ever.”
She smiled shyly up at him. She tried to show with her eyes how much she still desired him.
He shook his head. He then pushed her to the ground, on top of his black leather jacket. He lay on top of her for a long moment, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
“Still, you are ovulating. We must do this again.”
She frowned, puzzled. Then the thought crossed her mind. What was he doing with all the babies, she wondered?
Then he shoved himself inside of her, and she could think of nothing else. He was buried to the hilt, his dick still huge and hard and filling her insides to the brim. He was her husband, her beloved. And right now, he was completely hers.
The mere thought of it sent her screaming over the edge of her orgasm, and he laughed lightly. He began to tweak her nipples, causing her to shriek again and again as he pumped himself inside. He flicked his forked tongue over them, drawing them out.
He held himself up with one hand, and used his other to grab her other wrists together pinning them over her head. She mewed in protest, her lust still twinged with fear. He owned her, he owned all of these women. She was completely his to do with as he wished. It was terrifying and erotic.
He upped his pace, no doubt cheered on by the tightening of her canal. She felt her body squeeze him, urging him to spill deep inside of her, to make her with child. Her body wanted it so desperately.
The second time he exploded within her was after a series of deep, rapid thrusts. She thought no human could go so f
ast, could move in such a way. The sheer amount of his juices that escaped she could feel, coating her womb, assuring that at least one of them would take hold, quickening inside.
When finally he finished, he lay on top of her for a long moment, caressing her. She knew then that he would not send her to live with the other women, even if she bore him a dozen children. She was his.
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