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Siring ch. 12

by Enkidu


12.
The Trip Back


	The travelling group turned out to resemble a small moving
village. Over twenty women dressed in breezy summer tunics
instead of their more colorful long holiday dresses, pushing
wheelbarrows, leading carts pulled by donkeys and mules or simply
lugging heavy backpacks full of various goods ambled gradually up
the idyllic country road. Stephan and two men I hadn't met
wandered alongside them, providing a center for what little
conversation anyone could muster. I accompanied Tora and Mara
leading a small, lackadaisical ox pulling their combined take
from the market, momentarily ignored by them in favor of cooing
over and coddling a minuscule, barely-weaned bundle of yipping
canine fluff in Mara's arms. It proved a scorcher of a day, and
it was all we could do to shuffle along in search of shade.
No-one had the energy for any shenanigans.
	Our listless cavalcade made very poor time. By the time we
limped into Tamane's buzzing little hamlet the sun had passed its
zenith and we all stopped for a rest. She barked a few orders and
disappeared to make preparations. Several large wooden tables
were dragged out of various yards and before we knew it we were
gulping cool water and waving curious bees away beneath shady
trees. The gathering ranged in age from a white-haired woman
almost two centuries old to a nimble little toddler who
immediately adopted Mara's new puppy as her own and started
rolling around on the grass together. Almost all knew each other,
so the conversation sprang up of its own accord, alternating
between catching up with old acquaintances and relating news from
the market fair to those who had stayed behind. Aside from the
occasional greeting and comment, we men were left alone to pay
due attention to the food, so with some vegetable soup and
various roasted meats on board we gradually began to nod off in
the relaxing shade, surrounded by friendly voices and the humming
of insects in the afternoon heat.
	"Sweets will be ready in a little while" a voice lilted through
my drowsiness. I groaned a bit and stretched in my chair,
noticing the other men doing the same. Some time had passed. A
few giggles and meaningful stares from the remaining women around
the table prompted me to look around for the source of amusement.
I needed look no further than my own pants. Though I couldn't
remember dreaming during my little cat-nap, I'd apparently been
thinking happy thoughts because my cock had pitched a blatantly
obvious tent with no hint of shame at its vanity. Clearing my
throat, I quickly hunched down and pulled my chair closer to the
table in the hopes of playing it off, but my nonchalance proved
not only hopeless (as every woman looking my way still just
winked or grinned knowingly) but pointless.
All four of us males had seemingly awoken in various states of
arousal. Stephan stretched theatrically and wrapped his arms
around the two women sitting to his right and left, who took the
hint and rose to leave for a nearby home with his arms around
their waists. One of the other men was already heading off for
the bushes with one hand glued to a slim young blonde's ass. The
remaining one, a teenager by the looks of him, seemed as
reluctant and uncertain as I felt, huddling over the table like
we'd been caught... well, like we'd been caught with hard-ons at
a picnic table. Sitting next to me, Mara reached back to tap a
passing woman's arm and whispered a question. The other nodded.
Mara leaned to Tora on her other side for another dose of
conspiratorial whispering, at which the younger woman blushed and
looked at the ground. Mara just grabbed her hand and pulled her
up and with a "pay attention" look at me led her to the entrance
of the closest cottage. As they walked she reached back and
hoisted up both their tunics so I (and everyone else at the
table) could follow the inviting roll of their buttocks gleaming
in the noonday sun.
	As for the remaining man, one of his travelling companions took
an even less subtle approach, knelt next to his chair and snuck a
hand under the table to his crotch while whispering something in
his ear. By then of course I was beyond caring about them. As
soon as my two servants entered the borrowed cottage I crossed
the space to the door with what I hoped looked like a purposeful
but solemn stride, trying to ignore the comedic bobbing of my
cock inside my pants. They were waiting side by side, fiddling
with the hems of their tunics in the dim interior light. Mara
gave a little bow of her head.
	"Free your gifts, Master. May we serve you?"
	By way of answer I reached around her waist and pulled her in
for a deep kiss. Her reaction was immediate. Her arms locked
around my neck while she molded herself to my form, trapping my
leg between her shapely thighs, rubbing her damp crotch against
me through our clothing with small rolling motions. To explore my
other options I snuck my free hand beneath the hem of Tora's
single garment, groping through her pubes to her otherwise
defenseless pussy. She parted her thighs compliantly but was
otherwise bone-dry. The scent of Mara's arousal, on the other
hand, was quickly filling the enclosed space.
	"Take down my trousers and wet me for Mara" I told Tora while
turning my attention to my more eager servant, who stood back for
a second to flip her own attire over her head. My hands wandered
of their own accord to her generous, wobbling tits, digging into
the soft yielding flesh to pull her back toward me. For a second,
she resisted, biting her lip through the pain with a wild look in
her eyes, then snapped back against me as though magnetized. With
Tora taking up space in front of me, unlacing my pants to let
them fall around my feet, she had to stand off to my side. I
buried my face in her hair and began nuzzling and kissing up and
down her neck while her lips clamped vampirically onto my own
neck. Below, Tora lifted my scrotum as though weighing it, then
bounced my hardened shaft in her palm before a flush of warm
breath announced the approach of her lips. As heat and moisture
engulfed my cock-head I slid a hand between Mara's legs and
extended a finger between her sopping wet labia. She moaned
against my neck and suddenly swiveled her hips forward, impaling
herself on it. Encouraged, I pumped in and out a few times then
added a second.
	"Oh yes, more... more... please."
	"You're never this ready so soon. What's changed?"
	"Umph" she humped against my palm "I was watching you while you
slept, while you hardened in your sleep, we all were, were
watching all of you, just waiting for you to wake."
	"Oh, is that all?" I lowered my free hand and pointed my middle
finger in Tora's face. Her lips stopped bobbing over my shaft for
a bit then left it altogether as she took the hint and slurped
the digit into her mouth, wetting it.
	"Four of you Sires, all there, all stiff, and none of us wished
to importune you. My chair had a bump on it..."
	"Oh?"
	"I rubbed myself on it... slowly, so the others wouldn't see."
	Tora spat out my finger and gave a small surprised chuckle.
She'd been sitting right next to Mara and apparently hadn't
noticed. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face back
into my crotch. With one hand still trapped in Mara's dripping
snatch, I reached down around her curvy body with the
saliva-soaked middle finger and in a smooth, calculated motion
felt out and penetrated her tiny sphincter.
	"Ohhh! Mph" Mara tensed up and yelped hard enough to be heard
outside, then muffled her own further exclamations by crushing
her lips against mine. Her humping against my hand became more
spasmodic and realizing she was seeking more stimulation on her
clitoris, I pressed the heel of my palm against it and did my
best to massage it while digging my fingers into the walls of her
cunt, doing my best to fixate on whichever spots made it ripple
the strongest over the intruding digits. After a couple of
minutes of this she came, hard, both holes gripping my digits
rhythmically as she wrapped all four of her limbs against me,
knocking Tora out of the way in the process and almost dragging
me down as her legs gave out and all her weight collapsed onto
me. She shuddered and her breath came in ragged loud excited
yelps. I walked her to the room's wide, low bed and deposited her
on it, but when I tried to remove my hand from her cunt she
reached down and held it in place, curling into a fetal position.
After several more pussy-contractions she pushed my hand away and
opened her eyes. Tora had gotten up and had a hand against her
mouth, giggling at the spectacle. I waited for Mara's eyes to
re-focus then knelt on the edge of the bed.
	"Spread your legs. I'm not done with you yet."
	Her eyes widened, locking on to my still-hard shaft, then closed
dreamily as her thighs opened. I dove in eagerly, penetrating her
effortlessly with one push, and her legs immediately closed
around my back. We humped in a frenzy, motionless except for our
hips, for a very short minute or two before my already primed
genitals flooded her vagina with cum.
	"Oh, yes, give it to me" she exclaimed "thick and stiff and hot
and full, yes, give it to meeee!"
	I collapsed on top of her, both of us still twitching in orgasm,
finally pulling out only after I'd softened. Tora had somehow
produced a wet washcloth and quickly wiped us both off then
waited for us to dress again so we could rejoin the party.
	Outside, it turned out we hadn't been the slowest. The youngest
man was being led back to the table by his servant, who was
scraping thin glossy streaks of liquid from the corners of her
mouth and her cleavage back up to her lips. The blonde followed
her own master back from the bushes, walking a bit wobbly and
picking leaves out of her now utterly disheveled hair. Stephan
returned last, a couple of minutes after the rest of us sat back
down in our seats, leading his two women back by their asses.
	Now rested and relaxed, I finally registered that the hum of
insects was much heavier than usual, and looking around I spotted
a great many bees buzzing around the table. Two and two finally
made four.
	"These sweets we're waiting for... they wouldn't happen to be
made with honey, would they?"
	Among polite giggles, Mara, slouching contentedly in her seat
next to me, clarified:
	"Why I thought I'd said as much. Our dear Tamane is the
wealthiest bee-keeper uphill of Torochoza." She pointed to the
fields far beyond the houses, covered in wildflowers, where many
wooden structures rose from the ground, presumably hives but
barely discernable with the distance. The keeper herself soon
appeared along with a couple of helpers carrying trays of various
baked or fresh goods, all slathered or glazed or soaked in honey.
We dug in. Conversation sprang up once again. At one point the
woman whose cottage we'd borrowed for our little quickie turned
to Mara and asked, mischievously getting others' attention with a
raise of her eyebrows.
	"One thing I must ask, Mara... did he finally give it to you?"
	Laughter erupted around the table. Mara, starting at first, gave
the other woman a narrow, mock-angry look and jutted out her
chin, rising to the challenge:
	"Oh yes, you'd best believe it, all of it, and if you doubt it
you're welcome to use your tongue to find for yourself!" With
this she twisted in her seat and ran a hand up her thigh,
spreading her legs lewdly.
	But unfortunately it was getting late, the sun dipping toward
the horizon. Tamane and the other women of the hamlet were
adamant that we spend the night safely as their guests, but the
women from farther uphill, some of whom were huntresses I'd met
on my trip in the previous weeks, wouldn't hear of it.
	"Nay, if you keep us here we'll make no time at all and the
goods will rot in our satchels, salted or not. We'll be off.
Safe? We'll make camp where the darkness gets too thick, have no
worry about us. You don't have any beasts down here like we do up
in the mountains!"
	After a bit more debate as to whose wolves were fiercer, we
nonetheless set off leaving Stephan and half our contingent of
women behind, Tora and Mara both adding a jug of honey to their
market purchases, the puppy rescued from the choking grip of the
little toddler (who had to be distracted with something sweet in
order to let go of it) the donkeys and oxen once more yoked to
their burdens. With the heat finally dying down we made excellent
time. Nonetheless it was late evening by the time we reached the
little wood where Mara and I had stopped for our tryst on the way
downhill, and dry wood had to be found, oil and rags produced and
torches distributed to keep us from breaking our necks in the
dark. Despite the huntresses' promise, they pushed us to keep
going well into the night, and under the light of a full moon,
well past midnight, we finally dragged our tired feet to beat on
Stinneh's door. She stumbled out groggily upon hearing her
sister's voice, naked except for a blanket wrapped around her
shoulders.
	"Have you all lost your senses?"
	"Our senses, our way and our vigor!" groaned one woman from
behind me. "We beg shelter, good woman."
	"Oh come now. I would've thought Mara would tell you all we have
no room for the dozen of you in this house."
	In the end the two sisters had to lay out blankets on the floor.
Mara, Stinneh and I shared one bed while one man shared the other
with his servants. The three huntresses produced thin, light
bedrolls and settled for the great outdoors.
	"It's a warm enough night, and we are used to sleeping so" they
assured us. We were too tired for magnanimity anyway. As soon as
we hit our respective bedding, we collapsed into a deathlike
slumber... except for poor Stinneh, who as it turns out couldn't
get back to sleep for ages after we interrupted her.
	It was late morning by the time I awoke. Almost everyone had
already left quietly, in small groups. The last three women were
just loading up their cart and backpacks, refusing to let their
young sire carry much of anything for them. Chivalry had a
strange meaning in this world. We waved good-bye then the sisters
had to put their house and grounds back to rights, with Tora
helping them. Sore and drowsy, I wandered off to relieve my piss
hard-on and washed up at the stream, the fresh water helping to
cool me down in more ways than one. I went back and helped out a
bit with storing various things and carrying water for washing.
	As I was helping Stinneh fold up some of the blankets, I noticed
her sneaking sideways glances at me. She cleared her throat
meaningfully, then ventured:
	"You will be walking with Tora to Berna's house after this, will
you not? Leaving again?"
	"Yes" I thought for a second "that was my plan." Hearing this
she snuck a hand between my legs, finding my cock limp but
swelling slightly after almost a day's break from fucking.
	"Then, may I beg your gifts before you go, Master?" She bent
over the table and spread her legs, flipping the back of her
dress over her butt. With no further ceremony or debate, I
dropped my pants and skewered her already damp pussy.
"You know I took your sister's asshole while we were away, don't
you?"
"Mmm-hmm, the braggart said as much. As soon as we awoke. Oof!" I
knocked the breath out of her with a particularly powerful thrust
and slapped a buttock.
"Twice. That means. I want yours again. When I return. I will.
Cram this cock. Up your tight. Little ass. That's a promise."
She draped herself over her work table and gave herself up to my
ponderous, decisive penetration, her insides soon quivering with
her pent-up sexual energy. The force of our copulation shook the
table so hard we had to move it back in place when we were done,
but I heard no complaint from her, filled with cum after having
orgasmed twice. When we finished Mara was sitting on the bench
outside the door whittling a peg, presumably for tying up the new
puppy.
	"And they say I'm loud when my pleasure takes me. My sister
could shake the house apart."
	I didn't answer. Naked from the waist down, my cock level with
her head as she was seated, I merely grabbed a handful of her
hair and pulled her in close. She dropped her work and took
charge of my cock, still dripping with both my and her sister's
cum. Though none of the women so far had Melia's skill, her
caressing lips soon bobbed me back to full hardness.
Stinneh opened the door to leave the cottage. I grabbed her heavy
tits through her dress and pushed her back inside by them,
popping my shaft out of Mara's mouth in the process. Stinneh
chuckled happily and chucked the dress off, glad to adjust to the
unexpected encore. I pushed her down flat onto her bed and
dragged myself over her body until my cock loomed above her
melons, then spat down between them. Taking the hint, she held
them together so I could spend a delightful time thrusting
between their soft, plush expanse. I came hunched over her chest,
painting her cleavage up to her neck in semen, then scooting up
to place the head of my softening prick at her lips. She sucked
out the last drops and slurped it clean. I grabbed my pants but
stopped her from dressing.
"I want you to see me off like this, as you are now. And I wasn't
joking. When I return I want you to oil your backside as soon as
you see me coming down the road. I want you to dream about it
while I'm gone and welcome me with your asshole wet and waiting."
I leaned in to kiss her lips salty with my cum. She bowed
silently, wide-eyed with anticipation, and walked out fully
naked, the warm breeze drying the shiny streaks all over her
chest and her dripping pudendum. As I joined Tora by her ox-cart
and we set off down the road, Mara came up behind her sister and
wrapped her arms around her, gripping her sticky tits and
massaging the sperm into them then licking her own palms and
waving at us.
	It was already noon. Tora and I crunched on some vegetables
while we walked to keep our strength up. Her little ox wasn't
complaining, but after days of almost continual pulling it was
showing a great deal of fatigue, and now the road was beginning
to climb uphill. Luckily a few fluffy clouds blocked most of the
sunlight so the weather remained much cooler than the previous
day. We moved at a decent pace, all told, making various
small-talk, and stopped for dinner by the small trickling
waterfall I'd visited before. Despite having fucked me and blown
me, Tora was still somewhat shy and wavered in making
conversation. Sitting on mossy rocks by the cool cascading waters
in the twilight, nibbling some cheese and bread,she finally
seemed to breathe easier, so I ventured some more questions.
	"Tell me something. I've seen four other sires so far and from
what I hear there are at least three times as many around this
area. How is it that your house and theirs" I nodded downhill
toward where we'd started "have gone unclaimed for two years?"
	"Oh, it was not always thus. There were even more sires before,
scores of them. Mother and I had our own all to ourselves" she
mused dreamily "but two years ago the Sires Magister put out the
word that more were needed in the far reaches of the world, and
most left. Only now have more of you come back. Were you not on
the ships that sailed out then?" She furrowed her brow curiously.
	Thin ice. I'd been warned not to discuss the `calling' with
women as only a few inside the Magisterium knew that men had to
be summoned from other dimensions.
	"Err, no, I was in one of those far-off places before that as
well."
	"Ah." She nodded, as if my answer answered anything. Good enough
for me.
	"So you were twenty-three, then? And your sister, what,
fourteen?"
	"Thirteen. Our sire deemed her too young, though I know not
why."
	"At thirteen?" I coughed incredulously. I'd disregarded Mara's
comment a few days ago about having started late at fifteen. Tora
just shrugged.
	"I know many sires take pleasure in us only after we've taken on
a woman's forms" she caressed a tit absentmindedly through her
clothing "but even when we are too young to take with child we
are not too young to give and receive a pleasing touch, are we?"
	I mulled her philosophy over for a bit.
	"How old were you?"
	"When I first received a sire's gifts? The sire who gifted my
mother Pira, my sister, did pleasure me with his fingers a
handful of times and once with his mouth before he left, but
never with his tool, though he allowed me to feel it with my
hands, to learn. I had passed my eleventhyear. He did not linger
long after Pira was born."
	"Eleven?!" My eyes went wild and I withdrew my hand from her
thigh, afraid of hurting the poor creature further. "Did he... I
mean... were you..."
	She looked at me with confusion. The word "rape" simply would
not escape my lips.
	"Did he... force you?"
	"Force? How?" She didn't seem to understand the concept but
there was no trace of trauma or bitterness in her voice, only a
vague wistful nostalgia.
	"How did he come to... touch you?"
	"I would crawl into bed with him when my mother was sleeping. At
first it was only because for the warmth, then I came to know how
different it was from sleeping with my mother. Your body is
harder... stronger." She leaned against me, putting her head on
my shoulder. She certainly didn't act traumatized.
Subconsciously, my form automatically melted to better support
hers. Her story continued.
	"And so after one time or two I became more curious about the
working of a sire's body. Instead of only laying next to him I
enjoyed seeing his tool rise at my touch, and I began to feel
even better when I pleasured myself while lying next to him. It
was different, somehow. From that, I began to beg him to pleasure
me and after some time he gave in, if not as much as I would have
wished him to. But he gave up my mother's coin soon after. We had
no sire for years that time either."
	We lingered for a while. It was getting dark. She cuddled up
closer to me, molding her curvy form against me, and cleared her
throat.
	"I know the way to our house from here in the dark. We need not
hurry."
	"Alright."
	"My meaning is, we have time to spend here, if you wish."
	"Alright." Then I felt her hand fluttering over my crotch,
testing for an erection. "Oh!"
	"May I ask your gifts, Master, before we reach my mother?"
	First come, first serve then, was it? I reached my own hand up
her thigh but even before I could reach the dampness of her vulva
I could feel its heat. We stepped off the boulders and found a
patch of soft grass. She undressed and waited silhouetted by
starlight. Her round breasts jutted proud and youthful from her
chest, topped by stiffened, aroused nipples. Her hips formed the
perfect rounded frame to her dark bush hiding the eager and
welcoming treasure-house between her legs.
	"How do you wish me, Master?"
	"Lay down."
	I knelt between her hungrily splayed thighs. She took hold of my
prick and guided it home, pulling me in with her heels.
Apparently she'd managed to turn herself on quite a bit with her
reminiscing. Those flaring, inviting hips humped eagerly up
against mine and sighs of relief escaped her with every deeper
and faster thrust. I pistoned into her for a few dozen minutes of
continual, breathless ecstasy, pausing only to delay my
ejaculation, with her limbs alternating between shuddering and
spasming in orgasm and wrapping tightly around me, clasping me
securely to her heavenly, femininely padded chest. By the time I
groaned through my climax we were both soaked with sweat, and
soon began shivering as we lay beneath the starry sky.
We hugged each other more closely, then when finally that wasn't
warm enough we dressed again, wordlessly, woke up the ox and
hitched it to its cart again and set off up the dusty road with
Tora leading the way through the darkness.