To Sow a Seed

To Sow a Seed To Sow a Seed

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A woman wakes up a prisoner, and she has no idea where it will lead her. But her captor has a plan, and if she goves him what he wants, she lives....Hopefully.

Summary

A woman wakes up a prisoner, and she has no idea where it will lead her. But her captor has a plan, and if she goves him what he wants, she lives....Hopefully.

Content

Submitted: April 13, 2011

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Submitted: April 13, 2011

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I lay back on the bed wondering what was going to happen next.  The water that trickled from above dropped in a pool beside me to make a strange melody that lulled me to the edges of sleep.  I looked around from time to time, but I really couldn't see anything.  Occasionally the sound of my chains clanked as I moved, but other than that there was nothing.

As I peered into the darkness I heard a voice from far away.  "I suppose she is, but I didn't know that was a requirement."

There was a guttural reply, but it seemed to be one of consent.

"I'm sorry, Master," the other voice said feebly, "But there wasn't much to work with.  The villagers have suddenly become very possessive over their women.  I had to select one that strayed from the group, and she was the only one I could get close enough to."

Another gutteral reply was punctured by words this time.  "Is she healthy?  You know I don't want a sickly girl."

The other voice seemed unsure.  "She appears to be healthy, but there are things that never present symptoms."

The grunt of acceptance was covered by the sound of footsteps.  The shape that came in the room was human, but the gait was slow and withdrawn.  It came around to face me.  I was a little stunned by the features that were before me.  He was certainly tall, but his massive shoulders were draped by a red silk cloak.  His long blonde hair was pulled back in an elaborate braid, and his face was unmarked except for a single long scar that ran from his right ear to his mouth.  His eyes were a flashy blue with hints of green.  His lips were sensual and soft-looking.  His well-built body moved with a gracefulness not unlike a dancer.

He pulled back his cloak and revealed that he was naked except for a loincloth.  I was a little surprised to find that he looked in distaste at the chains.  He pulled a key out and unlocked them.  Once free he pulled me toward him.  His hands were huge, and they had strength I couldn't fight.  However, I felt I should struggle.  I pulled at him, but he would have none of that.  He gripped both wrists in one hand and with the other he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.  There was in his gaze a look of unsatisfied lust and desire that never truly abated.

"You will not struggle, and you will not fight," he said imperiously, "And you will not at any time attempt to harm me.  Any resistance will result in punishment or worse."

I wanted to scream, but he held me firmly, "Do you understand?"

I nodded, and he released my hands and chin.  "Good," he said.  "Now follow me."

 I followed him down a long hallway.  We climbed a flight of steep stone stairs that led to a room that overlooked the sea.  A large bed was in one corner, and there was shelf after shelf of books in the other.  It looked as if he spent a great deal of time alone in the room.  He gestured to the bed, "Sit," he said.

I sat down obediently.  He looked through a closet nearby, and he looked back and forth critically at me.  He finally selected a robe of forest green satin and a plain white slip for underneath.  Apparently my naked body was not sufficient for him. 

"Dress," he commanded.

I nodded numbly and pulled the clothes on that he had provided me.  When I was finished he looked me over carefully.  "Very nice.  Now we can dine before we settle in."

He took me to a room where a lrge table was set.  An assortment of children and men sat at the table.  Though little girls were present, there was a distint absence of grown women.  The adult males seemed awed that I was escorted in front of them so scantily dressed.  The children were awed as well.  When I was seated next to the man he ordered for dinner to begin.  A little girl of perhaps seven sat next to me.  She had flaming red hair much like mine, and her eyes were deep green.  She wore a green dress with a lacy collar, and a large green ribbon was tied on top of her cascading curls.  She looked me over for several minutes before speaking.

"You are the prettiest lady I have ever seen.  You look like my mother."  Her toothy grin was wide and innocent.

I was ablut to falter when he spoke up.  "Now Elian, let's not upset our new guest.  She's very tired and hungry, and you saying such things might make her weary."

Chided, the little girl looked down at the table.  He winked at her, and a shy answering smile came to her face. 

He smiled fondly at her, "My youngest daughter," he said in answer to my unpspoken question.  "She's always been a little forward since her mother died, but then again, she is much like her mother."

The other children all looked around at her with obvious contempt.  He flipped a hand at them and they silenced.  "My nieces and nephews, and the three boys at the end are mine.  They dislike that she has any rank at all.  It is not customary for us to allow women at the table after a certain age, but I rule here, and I desired to show you to my court."

His hand reached for my own, and he brought it to his lips where he kissed it elegantly.  I shivered with anticipation as to what that gesture meant.

After the meal he introduced me to his sons, Mikael, Liam, and Zane.  They all looked to be between the ages of sixteen to nineteen, and they regarded me with lust.  A firm hand on my waist reminded them that I was off limits.  He led me back to his chamber, and he once again instructed me to sit.

He strode about the room lighting candles and speaking to me in a conversational tone.  "I was most disappointed that the girl I had hand-picked was so carefully guarded, but you are much more appealing to me now that I see you.  I suppose you are wondering what on earth I have you for."

I nodded mutely. 

"Come here," he said in a voice of silk, "And I will show you."

I crossed the room, and he gestured for me to sit in his lap.  I did so, and he gently opened the robe.  "When I was young," he began, "I fell in love with a girl from the village near where I ruled.  I was hopelessly in love with her, but we could never be together."

I looked at him quizzically.

"You see, she was a commoner, and I was a king.  She and I began a romance, and she gave me a daughter.  But she was mortal, and she soon died.  My grief immobilized time for my people who were already immortal.  I have looked for a woman like her for years, and in just a moment we will see if I have."

I wanted to ask how, but he answered by placing his hands on my temples.  I saw a confusing welter of imgaes.  One was of a red-haired girl in the same green satin robe stroking his face.  Then she was on her knees before a man in a coarse robe.  He spoke, but the words were not audible.  Then I saw the crumpled form hanging from a rope.  I saw my captor holding a small child of perhaps seven.  His sons were not grieved, but instead they looked frightened.  I saw a succession of women, all who looked similar, led into his room.  Once he saw they were of no value he sent them to a chamber where they did not come out again.

He released me gently.  His lips pursed, he looked me over.  "Perhaps you will do after all.  There is only one way to be sure though."

I trembled as he removed the robe entirely.  I fell to the floor, and he looked at me hungrily. 

"Your skin is the same creamy color as hers, and it is just as soft."He kissed my neck, and chills went through me.

 He nibbled here and there, and he slipped a hand beneath the dress.  He groped my breast and carefully massaged my now engorged nipple.  "Your breasts are every bit as full, if not more so."

His hands came out only to peel the dress off of me.  Unsatisfied when he could not get it over my waist, he stood me up.  He removed it so that I was once again fully naked.  His hands again on the move, he parted my legs.  His fingers made there way to my engorged clit, and he rubbed softly.  I answered with a husky groan.  He gazed up at me, and he made his move.

He placed two fingers inside me, and he began to work them in and out.  I moaned deeply, and somehow he managed to manuver me to the bed.  He lay me back, and with one hand he opened me so that he could taste me.  I screamed loudly as an orgasm built.  He brought his face up to grin at me.  His lips smacked greedily.

"You taste as sweet as my beloved.  But there is but one more test."

He knelt in between my legs and pushed himself inside of me.  I wailed lustily, and he hammered home.  I felt as though I would split in two, but I had never felt so full.  I opened my legs wider, and his appreciation was noted when he pressed even deeper.

I let out a moan that seemed to encourage him to work harder.  His breath was coming in short gasps, and he was pushing into me so hard I was sure I would break.  At last I felt something I had never felt in my past adventures.  He pushed so seeply that I felt him open my womb.  At first the pain seared my senses, and I pushed away.  Then, the sensation caused me such ecstasy that I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders.  He cried out, and pushed even farther inside me.  "My gift to you," he grunted.

I had never felt a man's seed before except in my hungry mouth, so I was unprepared for the erotic sensation and tingle.  It filled me up and burned me all at once.  I wriggled and writhed while accepting it.  My orgasm shot across me as he pulled out.  He looked at me and propped himself up on one elbow.

"You seem to be enthusiastic about my attentions.  She was much the same way, but I can't say that she even dug her nails into my flesh."

I looked at him shyly, waiting for a reprimand.  Indtead, he handed me a necklace of diamonds and emeralds.  He placed it around my neck and looked at me with some self-satisfaction.

"Very nice, very nice.  Now we just have to wait and see what becomes of our little adventure."

I looked at him sharply, but he grinned mysteriously.

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I sat in my dressing room with my captor's daughter.  She was humming softly and playing with her dolls.  He had surnised that she was taken with me because I was destined to be her mother, but I did enjoy her company.  We sat together often, and she liked for me to hold her and sing to her.

One of the servants brought in our breakfast, and we prepared to eat before we began our daily routine of walking around the lush gardens and painting.

I stared down at the sausage and eggs.  I was suddenly ravenous, and I reached eagerly for my fork.

A wave of intense nausea hit me, and I nearly fainted.  I gripped the table and then I stumbled to the window where I was violently and noisily sick.  I turned to face the little girl and our maid.  The servant bolted.

Down the hall I could hear her scream, "Quick, My Lord!  Come quickly!  Come and see for yourself!  All is well!"

The door banged open and he came in and knelt on the floor before me.  He took my hands in his and looked into my eyes.  "Are you sick?  What's wrong?"

I wiped my eyes since they were watering, and I shrugged.  "I suddenly became very sick.  I'm not sure what's wrong."

He touched my face and then my abdomen.  His face came to light suddenly, and he crowed with joy.  "My dear, nothing is wrong!  You are carrying my child!  You are the one!"

He threw out the servant and his daughter, and he began to undress me.  I was more than shocked as he entered my body tenderly.  His feverent need to possess me at this moment was driven and wild with a passion beyond my imagining.  He gripped me tightly as he pushed deeper and deeper.

While he had his way he stroked my stomach and groaned every time he looked down at it.  I flushed slightly when he began to fawn and flatter me.  He gripped my breasts and teased them.  He sucked hungrily, and as he pushed inside me again and again he groaned louder.  As he delved ever deeper his ecstasy reached new levels, I felt as if I were on fire.  Every part of my body felt new and revived, as if the life that now grew inside of me gave me a new energy.  His touch was electrifying, and I could barely supress my screams as he nailed me.  All the while he stroked my flesh as if needing to know I was real.

When he finished he pulled out and glanced down at my spent body.  He touched me again, and I opened my legs again.  He grinned and laid his palm over my abdomen.  "My gift was on time huh?  Now at last I have what I want."

He turned me over and began to rub my back.  "You are in for the ride of your life, love."

"Why's that?" I asked suspiciously.

He laughed almost as if he were crazy.  "You are carrying twins, my love."

I gasped, and he rolled me back over and began to fuck me like a madman.

And I just lay there like his broodmare, growing this madman's babies inside my body.


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