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Fantasy's Eden

A forced excursion to the bottom of the world could only end in one way. Disaster For Fantasy Oliovenko, a young and beautiful State Department Agent, life was swiftly becoming one emerging horror stacked upon another and yet to her own horror the last of her spiritual tests in an uncertain future was becoming more of a possessing passion than it was a pain to bare. He’d come from the forest to save her. He meant to mate her – own her – utterly possess her. Sometimes the hardest part of giving into the path that God has for one makes no sense at the moment of its emerging inception. For Fantasy the struggle to believe is as hard as her inability to surrender and yet life while it remains gives ample time for both. Time is ticking though, and the rapacious bite of monsters that take no prisoners are ever eager to take advantage of a fool’s demise.

Aedan_Sayla · Sci-fi
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9 Chs

Won Over

My eyes fluttered open slowly. Slowly I took in my surroundings.

I was still on the bed. Someone had covered me up.

Everyone else was gone. My eyes drifted to the pretty dress made of leather and linen that lay on the bed beside me.

I reached over and touched it. Slowly I moved on the bed in preparation to get up.

My face flushed hotly red as I took in the fact of the way my ass felt somewhat used. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel great either.

Taino was certainly a man of his word. He had taken me hard and in a place forbidden to be entered within the realm of Christianity.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I debated upon exactly why was that? I couldn't think of an answer why it would be wrong for a man to use a woman in that way, even as there was no passage of Scripture saying that a man shouldn't do what Taino had done to me.

Now men with men that God had specifically prohibited, but there was nothing about a man's use of his woman in such a way and in light of that, I passed no judgment upon either myself or Taino for what had happened last night. One thing was for sure he would most definitely take me in that way again.

I accepted the reality of that. There simply was no way to escape the reality of what it meant to live under the utter dominion of a man that demanded it daily of you as if it was almost the food that he lived on.

A dominion that I felt even now. In some ways it was like he was still inside of me, even as I felt a presence of him around me like he was here hugging me, but he was not.

Deeply I confessed something else as I hugged my breasts with my arms. I wanted it.

I wanted this sense of utter possession by him. I closed my eyes and as I did so the pressure of my nipples against my arms reminded me of the fact that both of them had been held captive and suckled on by the mouths of two women last night.

Indeed, I had even suckled milk from the breast of another woman. Were any of these things wrong?

If so, where in the Bible did it say so?

The reality was that both women last night had made things far better for me than they would have been otherwise. Taino would've torn my ass up if it hadn't been for Wenzou's easing of the way along with the relaxing encouragement and presence of Winastra.

I already felt a deep connection to both women that I simply hadn't had before. I… in fact…. I felt so strongly for them now that I would protect them if need be and strangely I knew that they would do the same for me in return and yet we hardly knew each other.

I shook my head dazedly. So much for the stereotype that multiple wife relationships always ended in jealous outbreaks of violence toward one another as purported by the Christian community at large as the primary reason for not participating in such a lifestyle.

I was not experiencing that at all and with newfound eyes, I began seeing my current situation more from a positive Biblical standpoint versus the societal doctrines of the culture that I had been raised in. I heard movement and looking up I was startled to see Taino standing before me.

"Ahh, you're finally up sleepyhead."

Blushing hotly I stared up at him at a loss as to what I should do. What did he want?

The answer to that was quite clearly made as his clothes and his weapons fell to the ground in a heap. He wanted me again.

I looked at the shaft of desire that was eye level with my head and which told me only too well how much this man desired me. It didn't matter to me in this moment that either one or both of his other wives were probably making their way about in this new day with his seed already pressed wetly up inside of them.

This man almost seemed like a bull in that he took it part of his job to cover all of his cows daily. I would be big with child like Winastra before I knew it living in the presence of this elemental man.

I wasn't entirely sure what I thought about this plural life, but I knew it was going to be my daily experience moving forward. Suddenly he was kneeling down before me with his chest pressed up against my pressed together knees.

His eyes met mine with more kindness reflected in their depths than I had seen in them before. The look within them was mesmerizing and I felt something within me unwind.

Speaking low as he reached over to stroke my cheek he asked, "What's the matter? Are you afraid of your tight ass being played with again today?"

I flushed even hotter, but that truly was not what I was concerned about.

"Don't worry Honey, I will leave it alone today, but I won't make you any promises about tomorrow."

The heat of my cheeks increased with the latent potential of what tomorrow might bring, but he still didn't get it though.

His large hands grasped my wrists and pulled them away from my breasts easily and yet his manner with me was entirely gentle. He leaned forward and kissed my left nipple gently and then he kissed the right nipple in as sweet of a fashion.

Back and forth he kissed, steadily his kisses became deeper and wetter and lasted longer. I stared at his head pressed to me in clear adoration of the prize that he had captured with his mouth with nothing but gentle force, even as he lightly held both of my hands behind my back in a clear statement that I was his and meant entirely for his enjoyment.

I got that. It was Biblical.

It was Biblical in a way that all Western cultures had seemed to lose complete sight of. With every possessive suckling kiss, he made upon me my thighs, ground together in an ever passionate need for more.

Breathing heavy I watched as my breasts swelled for his pleasure as well as mine too. He let go of my hands then.

I didn't move them from where he had placed them though. Instantly I saw that this pleased him.

His hands warmly swept my full breasts up and I gasped at the erotic thrill of what it felt like to have my sensitive flesh in the grasp of a powerful man. His thumbs rubbed my engorged nipples and a heady groan escaped from my lips.

Oh God, he was killing me!

He smiled softly and asked, "Tasy?"

"Yes." I breathed out jerkily as his thumbs both loved and tortured me in the same moment.

"Will you make milk for me one day?"

Instant memory of the warm sugary comfort that had been pressed into my mouth last night by Winastra came to mind and with it the idea of what it would be like to give it in return to his big male. The idea of nourishing him seemed undeniably hot in some way.

"Yes, I would… I mean I will." I finished out with a groan as he squeezed my breasts firmly.

"So if I stimulate you like this daily and even when I'm not here and I have one of the others do it, you won't mind?"

If my face wasn't red before, it was now, but my answer was entirely an undeniable, "No."

"No, you don't mind?"

I nodded. Carefully then as his fingers continued to squeeze and release, he said, "There's one other thing. Soon Winastra will have her baby and I think she is pregnant with twins. Her milk will be needed for them and yet we have the other baby to feed. The baby was abandoned and so we adopted it. Would you be willing to feed her with your milk?"

"Of course I would." I whispered in reply.

I stared at the man before me on his knees. He adopted abandoned babies?

And I had thought he was a monster. Helpless and unable to stop it, then I fell apart in my resistance to what I had been trying not to do ever since he'd come in and that was to utterly fall in love with him.

My hands had started to move from behind my back, but I stopped their movement and instead I softly asked, "May I touch you Master."

He blinked and then nodded. My hands came around and grasping his face I kissed him on the lips.

I groaned into his mouth as his hands never stopped their torment upon both of my breasts and in a way it felt like they were already changing. His lips sealed over mine and the kiss became long and I entirely lost myself in it.

His head at last finally lifted and panting for air I begged, ���Please!"

"Please what?" He asked tormentingly.

I groaned and shook my head in consternation as I didn't truly know!

"You mean this?" He whispered, as his fingers gripped around my nipples that were larger now than they'd ever been and twisted them lightly.

I exploded between my tight pressed thighs. I cried out and shook in literal orgasm, and as I did he laughed.

He let go of my swollen breasts and with a hand to my forehead, he sent me falling back onto the bed as my body jerked still from the orgasm he'd just given me by touching nothing but my breasts. In a daze, I felt his tongue delve into my naval only to then sweep about the entire area.

I felt his large hands glide under my thighs and squeeze. I groaned.

It felt good. Everything felt good.

His hands lifted and in orgasmic weakness I lay exposed as his hands stroked up to close firmly over the flesh just above the knee as my legs were lifted and spread. The vulnerable and entirely open state of my body before this man was as undeniable as the sudden feeling of his tongue being dragged down my inner thigh till it reached the very apex of both of my thighs had me groaning.

I expected his kiss upon me then only to then feel with a groan as his tongue dragged down my other inner thigh and back to the center of me. He kissed me then.

It was more than a kiss. He consumed me with his mouth.

Legs shaking as he held my knees up in the air I was splayed apart in a way that I could simply do nothing but lay back and experience what I had never really expected to experience in life let alone with a man as passionate as this one. He owned every inch of me with his lips and wherever they went his tongue soon possessed.

Crying hysterically, I came as his big tongue stroked up first one side and then the other and then over the top of something hard just to the front of my entrance. It was too much and I begged, but he didn't seem to care.

One orgasm became two and then three. I stopped counting.

His tongue delved hard into my sheath, only to return and wreak havoc out of my spent body by directly applying pressure to the nub it seemed meant entirely only in this moment for my sensual torture. Completely overcome and crying, I shook in his grasp.

Then finally I felt his hands slide up over my calves. His big hands gripped my ankles and then my ankles were beside my head on the bed.

It hurt, but my body flexed into accommodation and shakily I opened my eyes as I felt his heavy breath that smelled like me wafting powerfully down upon my face. He gave no warning, then as his shaft drove all the way into the very heart of my womb.

I would've screamed, but he'd driven all the breath from me. My eyes wide, I fought for air as selfishly he pulled back only to slam in again groaning viciously as he did so.

It hurt. He was pounding directly on to something very sensitive even as he was going deeper than he had ever gone before. Right now he was ramming into something that hadn't been touched before. Something that was even now being taught who its new master was.

I gave in and crying, I grasped at his muscled arms. I didn't try to stop him, but rather simply just to hold on and experience whatever it was he willed to do to me.

He let go of my ankles and in the next moment they were riding against his shoulders as his hands fisted into the bed as he fought for purchase to drive harder into me. To go deeper.

You couldn't get any deeper than he was already going though. The object of his assault gave up the battle and flowered.

An orgasm like no other rippled through my entire consciousness as pressed in deeply he sprayed his seed into what he had conquered. The orgasm went on and on and I held him to me desperately even as he stayed very deep.

Like it or not we had just made a child. I liked the reality of that a lot.

He let my legs down off his shoulders, but in response I curled them around his waist and held him pressed into me. "Please stay. Don't go." I begged as I kissed his ear and felt his sweat laden back shiver beneath my touch.

He stayed put and continued to press me into the bed under his weight and I loved it. Whispering softly I said, "Thank you God."

I whispered it over and over. I hadn't been sure what I wanted, but now I was.

I wanted this. I wanted this man.

I wanted to feed the child he'd adopted. I wanted to feed him.

I want to take care of his needs. I wanted to bare his children.

I wanted it all. He may have two other wives, but right now he was one flesh with me and that was enough.

Later he'd be like this with them and that was okay because I knew that he'd be back to me again. The three of us were very blessed women.

A man like this deserved everything and that was exactly what I would give him. I held him tightly even as he fell asleep in my arms.

Winastra came in from out of the sun. She looked tired, but gazing down at us she smiled.

She lay down on the bed awkwardly. Grousing out softly she said, "Do not laugh. This will be you soon enough."

I smiled. She was right.

"Thank you Winastra."

"For what?" She asked curiously.

"For provoking him to do what he did to me with his mouth."

The older woman chuckled, "My pleasure."

I could truly tell that it was her pleasure.

Softly then I asked, "Will you help me to get my milk in."

"Yes." A long moment passed before Winastra said, "Thank you, Tasy. Wenzou has difficulty keeping her milk in and well, three babies and a husband are a bit much."

I laid a hand on her shoulder and said, "My pleasure."

Her hand squeezed down warmly over mine and together we all fell asleep in the middle of the day.