CASTLE KEEP 3: The Thirteenth Son
A solitary cloaked figure approached a large, walled monastery on horseback. The monastery was an intimidating presence on the crest of a tall hill that overlooked a serene and peaceful valley. The hill was dotted with grape vines, and peasants worked the angled fields.
The figure dismounted from the horse and approached the heavy wood and iron gates that protected what lay within the walls. A wood panel slid open and challenged the visitor suspiciously, for few could be trusted in a land where evil held free reign over a population besieged by hunger and violence.
"I seek Brother Wallace," Juliette softly announced in a hesitant voice.
"And the purpose of your visit?"
"I require information and guidance regarding spiritual matters," she explained. "Please, allow me to pass and meet with him. It is of the utmost importance."
The panel slid shut. A moment later a metallic noise sounded as a metal lock was unlatched and a smaller door built into the large gate opened. She cautiously stepped inside as she cast a nervous glance at the horse she left behind.
"I'll see to the animal during your absence," he reassured her.
Another led Juliette through a courtyard and into the central monastery gangbang squad building. They walked down two interconnecting corridors, a flight of steps beneath ground level, to a small chamber where a lone cloaked man examined a heavy parchment document by candlelight. Her guide bowed respectfully and quietly disappeared.
"What knowledge do you seek?" he questioned without looking up.
"I need to learn of the thirteen sons, for I suspect twelve have been born already," she nervously revealed. "What evil awaits our land when the thirteenth arrives?"
His behavior changed upon hearing of the thirteen sons, for it was his interpretation of a the big bang theory document that he believed to be correct but others disregarded as folly. And hearing that twelve may have already been sired gave the moment considerable urgency. He sighed as his heart filled with dread, for evil was now closer at hand than he had ever anticipated.
"How do you know of this?" he inquired.
"From the beast himself," Juliette responded. "He told me with his own voice that my sister and I are the mothers of the eleventh and twelfth."
She looked down at her hand and opened her fingers. It contained a small piece of parchment that she reluctantly withdrew, so frightened was she of the image it contained. She carefully unfolded it and stepped towards him with her right hand extended. He took it from her hand and looked at it closely.
"It is the birthmark both boys were born with," she explained. "I'm sorry I am not a better artist, but if this means something perhaps the resemblance is close enough for you to make some sense of it."
The look on just want bang bang bang his face said more than words could gang bangs describe. He was initially doubtful, but when he studied the illustration for several moments he heavily sighed and lowered his head in distress. She gasped upon seeing his reaction, for although she knew the boat bang truth it had never been confirmed until now.
"There will be thirteen sons who shall rise to power, and claim the thrones of thirteen provinces. Their forces shall unite and for thirteen years wage war and wreak havoc across the land. At the end of bang boat clips thirteen years the strongest son will vanquish his siblings and rise above all others to rule the kingdom. For thirteen centuries he will rule unchallenged, and the land will be turned into hell on earth as beasts of all types are unleashed upon it."
He didn't need the parchment to recall his bone-chilling interpretation of the words and illustrations that had been discovered and brought to the attention of the church. He had spent nearly a decade unraveling the revelation. However, his warnings had gone unheeded, as more popular interpretations gained greater acceptance.
"The birth mark you have provided is the key, for I have seen something remarkably like this in the document I studied related to this matter. I had hoped it would never come to pass, that my interpretation was terribly wrong, but I clearly outdoor group sex fuck see that it is almost upon us."
"What can be done?" Juliette asked, for she was now frightened as never before and gravely concerned.
"It is said that all thirteen shall be sired in the same place," he said in a hushed, hurried voice. "Do you know of this place?"
"The castle that my family called home, where my son and that of my sister were conceived by the beast's evil seed," she answered with a disgusted look upon her face. "Beneath the ground, in the dungeon, where he was aided by torturous devices."
"Do you live there still?" he continued the questioning.
"My father was removed for reasons he would not reveal, and Lord Barger has annexed our land and taken control of the castle as his own."
Brother Wallace nodded knowingly, as if the worst was at hand. "The eldest three sons have arisen to power, and now command the first three of thirteen provinces. They have had a hand in your father's removal, for it clears the path for their destiny. Tell me of this Lord…has he a daughter?"
"Of marrying age, his only off-spring," Juliette confirmed.
"And her father is the thirteenth child of royal blood," the monk recited his own words, written several years ago. "She will be the mother of the thirteenth son. It must be prohibited."
"But how?" Juliette asked.
"The beast must be killed in its natural state, not in human form," he revealed, based on his interpretation of this and other discovered prophecies. "But I cannot say how to get the beast to reveal himself in such a manner, for it bang boat clips knows of this vulnerability as surely as we do."
"At the very end of our union that created my son, I felt his body transform into a beast for his skin turned to fur and his hands to claws," finger bang a girl she remembered in vivid detail that chilled her blood. "It was right before he planted his evil seed in my womb."
"Then that is the time to slay the beast, for it will be distracted by its mating," he surmised, hoping that he was right. "But beasts are crafty and possess skills of charm and fore-knowledge. Any plan would be sensed unless well hidden, cloaked in an emotional shield strengthened by courage and resolve. Any weakness could betray it all."
"How can it be slain? With what weapon?" she persisted, eager for it all to end. Juliette already decided that Francesca would raise her son, for her own death was certain.
"If bus gangbang you're asking for a holy weapon, all of the relics that have been found reside in the church in Rome, and their indiscriminate use is not allowed," Brother Wallace told her. "Time does not allow such a lengthy journey, and even once in Rome proving your case would be an entirely different issue and likely more time-consuming than the trip itself. No, you'll find no help from that source."
"Please, I will give my life to slay the beast, but don't let my sacrifice be wasted through the use of an ineffective tool," she pleaded with him. "You must know what can stop its beating heart. Please, share this knowledge with me, or we are all doomed."
He looked at the pained expression on her face and saw the clarity in her eyes. He could see into her very soul. There was strength and a fierce determination, and he sensed that if any one person could possibly succeed it would be her. An ordinary man might freeze in fear upon seeing it, but this woman had seen it once before and would not be shocked at the sight of it. She was humanity's best option.
He arose and walked to a heavy wooden chest. The lid was lifted and revealed numerous parchments. These were carefully removed and placed on the far side of the chest. He reached down inside and retrieved a small wooden box, ornately carved and decorated. He turned to her and opened the lid. A knife rested within.
"As long as the box is sealed, evil cannot determine its contents," he explained. "Or so it has been written. Please understand I can only tell you what I have studied and cannot verify the claims that were made by others. It is said that the knife you see can vanquish an evil form. The ancient writings on the golden handle, and those upon the silver blade itself, are said to force evil from the beating heart and place it into an idle state. And when it does the flesh will die."
Juliette graciously accepted the weapon and quickly closed the box shut. She slipped it beneath her cloak and thanked him with all her heart.
"It is I that should be thanking you," he responded. "Please, be careful. And guard your plan to keep it from the beast until it is too late to be stopped. I will be looking for the signs of your success, or your…"
"No, I will not fail," she assured him, and then turned and left.
Juliette held the cloak close to her body and face, unsure how much the beast knew of her journey or of the fact of her visit. She was most vulnerable on her return, and was relieved when it was completed.
* * * * *
"Oh William, you are positively a beast!" Anna proclaimed as she dodged another of his kisses, which landed on her cheek. "You know you cannot have me, for I am promised to another."
His hands reached up and gently cradled her head of golden hair. When his lips next sought her mouth her head could not move aside, and finally he kissed her full pink lips. His tongue pushed between the lips and into her sweet mouth, and moved around in predatory swirls. Anna softly groaned in pleasure, for the kiss was most delightful. She allowed it to continue far longer than was proper, long enough for his hands to release her head and be tempted by the swells of her supple breasts.
When his hands first cupped and squeezed upon her glorious mounds through the clothing her body tensed but she did not recoil immediately. She sighed and leaned against him, for it was undeniably pleasing. The nipples swelled and hardened and pulsated against the stimulating fingers.
After several moments, when she still did not resist, his hands created an opening in her clothing and his hands reached inside. This time they touched her bare breasts, which were warm and silky soft. He longed to hear her screams of agony and move deeply inside of her, and the mere suggestion stiffened his resolve. As his palms lightly fondled the delicate mounds his thumbs rubbed on the stiff nipples and enjoyed the rubbery texture of the pulsating nubs.
"We can go no further," she cautioned as she had allowed his intimate advances to this point.
His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth and swirled about, entwining with hers and exploring the sweet, hot, dark cavity to the fullest. Anna softly moaned in forbidden delight, realizing she had been wrong in allowing him this much. Her own tongue sprung to life and kissed him back, their passion quickly rising. The hands on her breasts touched her harder and faster, and Anna felt the growing warmth of desire stirring in her loins.
He pinched and twisted on the swollen nipples between thumbs and fore-fingers until they elicited sharp, stinging jolts of pan. Her body tensed and vibrated in reaction, but instead of pulling away drew to him closer than before. The warmth in her loins smoldered and grew hot, for she loved the way he touched her. Anna's face contorted in the pain she loved, and his fingers squeezed harder still as she softly gasped and groaned.
"You are a beast!" she exclaimed boy girl bang in excitement, knowing that she had been gang bangs wrong in allowing him such freedom but delighting from it anyway. "But your deep kisses and rough touching is undeniably erotic."
"Then kiss me deeper still," he invited. "Reach your tongue inside as far as it will go and I shall do the same."
When their lips pressed tightly together again, their kissing resumed. Her tongue fully extended and reached far into his mouth, and his filled hers and almost touched the back of her throat. He lightly touched her breasts and alternated with sharp pinching and twisting, and she truly savored the peals of stinging pain that resulted. The warmth in her belly emanated with tingling pleasure that radiated outwards, and her virtue seeped with essence that William sniffed.
"You are new to the castle and do not know its secrets," he whispered, hoping to inspire her natural curiosity. "Do you pleasure in the misery of others? Do you adore their fearful screams, or are your own the only screams you take delight in?"
Her face displayed the confusion her reeling mind suffered from, for she could not understand the answer he sought. His mouth housewife gangbang left hers and kissed a moist path to a breast. As much as she claimed to be another man's property, Anna offered no resistance when his mouth consumed a breast. He kissed and licked the creamy flesh fully, and then pounced upon the swollen pink nipple. With it between his lips he licked and sucked, and his teeth clenched down on the nub until her body twitched and she grunted in delightful misery.
A hand reached down between her legs, and through the clothing it pressed upon her crotch. Her body stiffened and stepped back, but his hand eagerly followed. It compressed the clothing and felt the glorious folds of her virtue beneath. It was warm to the touch, and although William could not feel the moist essence he knew that it flowed. Anna moaned and her legs shifted apart, for although promised to another she wanted him desperately.
His probing fingers created wonderful sensations within her aching bang bros flesh. His teeth bit down on a nipple again, and at the same time pressed his fingers to the flesh between her thighs. Anna squealed in utter delight as the smell of her aroused sex filled the small chamber where they met. The degree of her arousal was frightening for her, for Anna feared she could reach a point when she could no longer stop his advances. She reminded herself again that she was promised to another.
"We must stop," she whispered. "If my father knew of this illicit meeting I would be hearing your screams emanating from the dungeon far below."
Her words were answered by his teeth, which painfully bit on a hardened nipple once again. The stinging jolt caused a gasping and groaning from her quivering voice, and again her body stiffened in pleasure. She felt backseat bang a sudden surge of essence that soaked her virtue, and knew that their playful activities needed to stop.
"No more!" she exclaimed and pushed him away from her.
"You are such a tease!" he proclaimed as his eyes looked down at himself.
Her eyes followed, and she saw that his penis was fully enlarged. She gasped in surprise but did not look away, for she adored the sight. Although his flesh was not visible the mass pulsated with excitement, which triggered another surge of essence. The chamber was now laced with her smell, and even Anna noticed it.
"The air has grown heavy with my scent on account of you," she said and laughed aloud. "What do you smell like, William? Why do I not smell your scent yet? Or do you not find me as pleasing as the other girls?"
"Would a whiff arouse you, my dearest Anna?" he inquired. "What if I gave you a peek, as well? Is that what you really seek?"
When she did not answer his hands rustled with his clothing. She pretended to be offended as he loosened his clothing and coaxed his penis into the open, but her eyes stared and admired the pulsating sword. She looked at the bus bang purplish-pink rounded tip, supported by an impressive rock-hard shaft. Her right hand rose and covered her mouth as a shocked expression appeared on her beautiful face.
He closed the distance between them. Anna shrunk when he reached out but did not evade his grasp. His fingers wrapped around a handful of her long golden hair and pulled her down. At first she resisted and yelped in discomfort as he painfully tugged on the hair, but she gave in and sank to her knees before him.
"Now do you smell it?" he asked as he moved and waved his penis only inches from her face. "Perhaps a taste is what you truly long for?"
"A taste?" she questioned as her face grimaced at the mere thought. "A noble woman would never consider any such thing!"
"I see through your lies and know that the mere mention arouses you further," he challenged. "The smell of your virtue grows the more I offend your noble sensibility and betrays the words you speak to the contrary."
Both hands grasped the back of her head, and although she resisted, when the head of his penis was forced against her lips they opened and his sword thrust deeply into her mouth. He sighed as warmth and wetness enveloped a good deal of his length, and her voice groaned as she found the naughty, shameful act somehow exciting. Her head slowly rocked back and forth, moving the throbbing penis in and out of her mouth. Her full lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, and traveled up and down over the glistening stem.
"Do you smell it now?" he inquired. "Does the shameful taste appeal to you?"
"Hmphh," she replied in an indistinguishable noise. "Humm hmpph."
He smiled, and then his face displayed the pleasure that his body enjoyed. The head pressed to the back of her throat and she nearly gagged. Although her mouth lacked skill, as so many gangbang sex noble women did, the enthusiasm that was applied filled in the void. Her blue eyes occasionally peered up at him as her mouth traveled back and forth, leaking with a boy and girl bang mixture of saliva and oozing semen. She both smelled and tasted him, and was content.
Siring sons was his task, but William most loved subverting the women that so proudly supported the men that currently ruled the land. He showed them the secrets that their hearts harbored, the pain that they loved despite their claims to the contrary, or the taste of a man that they so loudly proclaimed was beneath them. He shed light on all they hid beneath the layers of nobility, and taught them to embrace it.
And here was his precious Anna, the mother-to-be of his thirteenth and final son, on her knees before him and her mouth shamelessly devouring his swollen penis. The sight amused him for he saw the lurking evil in her heart, anxious to be released. She was no different than the peasant women that begged for a chance to do the same for a coin, except that they had reason where she had none.
"You are a shameless wench," he whispered, his degrading words repaid with soft chuckling and a rough biting of her teeth on the shaft that caused him brief pain. "What would your amateur gangbang precious father do if he saw you like this? You are most deserving of the strap for your deeds."
She sucked on him harder and faster, her head rapidly rocking back and forth. The pleasure of her mouth was undeniable, added by the vision of the golden-haired noble woman on her knees in such a submissive position. The seed in his aching balls started rising, and his body tensed and shuddered in delight. He swelled even larger as the ascending semen continued its journey, and the round tip became more sensitive.
Sensing his impending orgasm her blue eyes looked bang match up and smiled as her mouth drew back. Her lips wrapped around the shaft just beyond the head, and her flicking tongue danced directly upon the smooth tip. Her moistened fingers encircled the shaft and rapidly beat back and forth. She did this for several moments, long enough to entice the seed to be expelled. He pulled her head forward and grunted aloud as his balls twitched. Thick, milky streams of seed were ejaculated into her receptive mouth.
A noble woman never would have considered swallowing, but her nobility was only skin deep. Her heart was laced with evil, and she delighted in his climax. As the semen filled her mouth it was readily devoured, and when it was refilled twice more she eagerly feasted on the reward for her oral efforts.
"Do I deserve the strap?" she asked as she wiped the remnants of the act from her mouth and chin. "Would it please you to place it on my bare skin?"
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