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Siring Ch. 4

by Enkidu

(MF)


4.
A New Sire


	The rest of the preparations took about a day and a half, most
of which I spent lying in a bed in the laboratory of Classus and
his colleagues being pumped full of colored liquids. I awoke
exhausted after each session. They told me my aging was slowing,
my metabolism becoming more efficient in renewing itself. One
side-effect would be a slight increase in sexual drive and
ability but then... that was my job now.
	Three days after being abducted by Terrestrials, I found myself
packing to leave Espera. Though it was the most populated place
on the planet, it was also the most populated by males. All of
the women were already claimed, and I had no intention of making
my life in paradise difficult. As evidenced by the lack of
defense at the Palace, this was a very peaceful society. I needed
no protection, except from any accidents I might cause myself.
So, I loaded up a backpack with some trail food and leather
pouches for water and waved goodbye to Cara and her underlings as
I left by the main gate, wearing a brand new pair of heavier
pants and a solid coat, courtesy of one of the local tailors.
Classus himself had lost interest in me as soon as he was done
treating me and had rescinded his `hospitality', access to any
more pussy inside Espera, as an incentive to get my ass out of
his domain.
	So I found myself hitching a ride on horse-drawn wagons, moving
northwest at pre-industrial speeds, which as it turns out, are
not very speedy. As I'd been warned, material possessions rapidly
became much less sumptuous as I put more distance between myself
and Espera. The women I met, though, were universally healthy and
attractive, largely a product of the magical health regimen I
myself had received. They were also universally claimed by this
or that Sire and I began to get quite frustrated. While very
happy to help me with transportation, lodging or food, their
other `services' were sworn to their Masters and I dared not
challenge any well-established pillars of the community yet.
Classus had also made it clear that going around begging other
men for use of their servants was severely frowned upon.
	After about a week of masturbation, though, some of the locals
began to give me tips about villages or isolated houses which had
not been claimed yet, free to the first Sire to happen along. At
the first opportunity, I left the road and steered toward the
closest rumor, a single house inhabited by two sisters, away from
any villages. The directions followed a barely visible trail past
a little hamlet of half a dozen houses, up toward the foothills
of some faraway mountains. Several hills and valleys and false
turns later I found myself making for a tell-tale wisp of smoke
on the horizon. By morning, I reached the fence. Some sheep were
bleating in the field beyond and it was a clear, beautiful
morning. As I approached the farmhouse, the door opened and a
straight-haired Mediterranean-looking woman stepped out, dumping
a basin of grey water while hoisting a stack of freshly-washed
clothes over her shoulder. She was dressed conservatively in a
long beige tunic with a shirt and skirt underneath. When she saw
me, she almost dropped the basin in surprise then looked around
yelling "Mara! Come to the gate!" before setting down her work
and rushing to greet me.
	"Glad your presence, free your gifts, Sire!" She exclaimed,
bowing from the waist while holding her palms crossed over her
chest instead of performing the elaborate greeting ritual common
in Espera. "My name is Stinneh, if it please you."
	Immediately, another woman turned the corner of the cottage,
carrying a mass of wool in one hand and some shears in the other,
then quickly set these down and sprinted up to greet me and
introduce herself as Mara (if it please me) and I found I was
indeed pleased. Stinneh was a bit shorter than me, with wide hips
and what looked to be a good handful of tit inside her tunic.
Mara was even shorter, her head coming up to my shoulder, and
slimmer. Both women had straight, dark brown hair and green eyes.
Their complexion was tanned, creamy and smooth. Best of all, they
seemed very eager to meet me. Time for the win-or-lose question.
	"Does any Sire claim this house, or any woman here?" I asked,
following what I'd been told was standard procedure.
	"No, Sire" Mara quickly replied "we beg what gifts you would
freely give." At this she nudged her sister and both women turned
around, eagerly lifted their heavy skirts over their full, fleshy
hips and dropped on all fours in the grass by the side of the
little path which passed their cottage, legs spread lewdly,
arching their bare asses up at me. I waited a few seconds,
savoring the sight of the two shapely, caramel-colored rumps
cleaving lusciously apart to reveal their innermost charms,
Stinneh's lush expanse of flesh contrasting with her sister's
narrower, almost perfectly round posterior. They were both mature
women, complete with mouthwatering curves and dark curls of pubes
adorning the labia and perineum. I lay a hand on each of their
tailbones.
	"I, Adam, hereby claim you to my service until I give up the
claim or it is won from me." And at this they got up, dropping
the hems of their tunics, becoming once more nice, quiet farm
girls. Stinneh whispered something to her sister, who rushed
inside the cottage ahead of us, then met us at the entrance
holding two small silver coins with their names and their
mother's name engraved on them - the only currency a Sire needed.
I squirreled them away inside my coat pocket for safekeeping. We
stepped inside the small building and sat on a chair by the
table. There were two small beds on either end of the main room;
either would be a snug fit for two. Aside from the main room
there was only a recessed area for storage and the stove.
	"Do you wish anything of us now, Sire?" asked Mara, intertwining
her fingers in front of her nervously.
	Damn right I did! But I managed to keep calm and stated coolly:
	"A bit of water would be good, and then the use of one of your
pussies - Stinneh, I think." I started removing my coat and added
"Mara, I will sleep in your bed tonight." I laughed internally at
the way their faces brightened with each promise. My cock was
painfully hard inside my pants, but I didn't want to rush things.
I just sat back as Stinneh began to unlace her tunic while her
sister fetched a jug of water. I drank slowly, watching the
voluptuous thirty-something strip rather unceremoniously before
me. Her breasts were large, heavy and elongated, drooping a bit
against her chest. Small, light brown nipples and areolas barely
stood out from the soft cream-colored mounds. It was clear she
didn't spend all her time clothed head-to-foot, her arms and face
being only slightly more tanned than the rest. I wondered at
these beauties prancing naked through the fields, their tits
bouncing in the sun. To my surprise, Mara was still hovering just
inside the door, biting her lip as she stared at the bulge in my
pants which grew as her sister revealed her body. She seemed
unperturbed by being a third wheel. Noticing me looking at her,
she asked in a matter-of-fact tone, as if the thought had just
occurred to her:
	"Do you wish me to leave?"
	I shook my head, smiling, and started to undo my pants. Having
her watch as I took her sister was an unexpected bonus. Their
eyes lit up as my cock came twitching impatiently into view,
Stinneh now completely nude, her wide bush hiding the treasure
below. I motioned her toward me, having her lean over as I sat in
the chair so I could bury my face in her heavy breasts for a few
minutes, hefting each luscious mound while I sucked on her
nipples in turn. Leaning with one hand on the wall behind me, she
absentmindedly brought her other to my erection, not in any
purposeful way, but only wrapping it around and giving the
occasional soft tug. She sighed as I caressed her back with my
free hand, edging downwards to plant my palm against a rich,
fleshy ass cheek. Finally, I stood and reached down between her
legs, parting her lower lips to find them damp enough to proceed.
Her hands went up to my shoulders, caressing me, though her gaze
was fixed downwards between us. I couldn't wait any longer.
	"Bend down with your hands on your bed." I was surprised at the
tension in my own voice. I had been on the road for almost two
weeks sleeping in little inns and farmhouses and fearing I'd
never find any women which had not been claimed, my frustration
and fatigue building all the while. I needed rest, but first, I
needed release. I glanced at Mara. Her eyes were glazed over, one
hand fondling her breasts while she fingered herself with the
other underneath her skirt, watching her sister doubled-over in
front of her bed as I got behind her, ready to take my first
claim as a Sire.
	"Spread your legs" I said, patting Stinneh on her butt. She
lowered her head trying to look backwards between her opening
thighs for my approaching rod and almost jumped when my cock-head
touched her cunt.
	"How long has it been, Stinneh? Since a m-" I corrected myself
"Since a Sire took you?"
	"At least two years, Master... yessss" she hissed as I fully
parted her labia. She was dripping wet now and obviously more
than ready. "We were, mmmmhh, we were left when our last Sire
travelled west to found an esta- aaaahh!" she was clutching the
bedsheet every time I drove another inch of cock into her, then
quickly pushing her hips back against me, eager for more. I
stopped for a few seconds buried fully inside her, my nutsack
dangling in her pubes, then grabbed onto either side of her wide
hips and started driving into her. Her heavy boobs dangled
rhythmically beneath her, slapping against her arms occasionally.
I frantically pounded her for a couple of minutes then almost
knocked her forward onto the bed with one last thrust and emptied
what felt like a gallon of semen into her birth canal. She hadn't
come yet but I couldn't be bothered to care. I pulled out of her
and moved over to collapse on the other bed, watching the
spectacle of Mara leaning all her weight on the wall of the
cottage, holding her skirt with one hand and furiously frigging
her slit, her sight glued to my softening genitals. I lay back
and spread my legs, letting her get as good a look as she wanted.
Stinneh straightened up and turned toward me, trembling with
sexual tension but managing a slight bow and a meek:
	"Thank you, Sire, for your gifts. Do you wish any further
service for the moment?" To our side, Mara sighed and stiffened
up in a little orgasm, digging two fingers into her snatch then
relaxed, pulling them out glistening with her juices.
	"Only one before I rest. Mara, come here. Bring me those fingers
and let me taste you." She caught her breath then gladly offered
her wet hand. I took it and licked all around her fragrant index
and middle finger, flicking my tongue suggestively between them,
at which her eyes widened. Stinneh in the meantime brought some
water and washed my genitals clean, lovingly caressing me almost
to full hardness again. Exhaustion won the battle, though, and
not bothering to dress again, I drifted off to a peaceful sleep
on Mara's bed.
	I awoke quite refreshed from my nap, dressed, peeked outside and
saw it was mid-day. There was no sign of my two new toys, and I
assumed they were out in the fields. A quick glance around showed
their farm was not excessively large, but everything looked
healthy enough. One of them was off near the woods, keeping an
eye on a handful of sheep as they grazed. Her head was covered
but even from this distance it was obvious she was topless, her
rotund breasts freely exposed in the summer heat. Further on, I
ran into Stinneh carrying two buckets of water. She offered
service, as I was starting to realize was the custom, but I
decided to let them go about their business. I had her point me
toward the water source and found a thin, clear creek flowing
through the edge of the woods. I walked about for a while,
rested, relaxed. Soon I picked a spot downstream, stripped down
and washed myself, starting to truly feel like a new man after my
long search, a true masterful Sire of this wonderful world. The
water was cool and as I stood naked at the edge of sunlight,
flapping my arms (and, incidentally, other bits) to warm up
again, I realized I was being watched. Mara was leaning against a
tree behind me, fanning herself with a big floppy straw hat,
watching me dreamily. The top of her tunic was still undone,
hanging around her waist, her breasts proudly on display. They
were a bit firmer and smaller than her sister's, topped by the
same small nipples. As I reached for my pants, she seemed to snap
out of her daze.
	"Stinneh is preparing our meal, Sire. We have a potato stew with
onions and some berries from the meadow. Do you wish anything
else which we may provide?"
	"No, Mara, that sounds wonderful." Then again, as she turned to
leave: "Mara, you and Stinneh are sisters, are you not?" She
nodded. "Which is the older?"
	"Stinneh. She is fifty-three years of age this past spring. I am
eight years younger."
	I fumbled with my shirt, almost dropping it, then regained my
composure and waved her away. Neither of them looked a day over
thirty and I would've given even odds they were still in their
early twenties. Whatever this world's wizards had gotten a hold
of to slow aging was damn good stuff. I thought of Classus,
almost two hundred and still not entirely bald or grey-headed.
That could be me. I headed back for the cottage.
	The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The food was a bit
oily, but tasty nonetheless. We ate largely in silence, a quiet
feeling of anticipation building as evening drew nearer and with
it my promise of sharing Mara's bed. She disappeared toward the
creek for a long time before dinner with a bar of soap and I
fought my impulse to follow her. As I came back inside from a
stroll after the evening meal , I found her sitting on the edge
of her bed, stark naked. A small oil lamp was shedding a bit of
dim light from above the stove and Stinneh was lying down on the
other side of the room, leaning on her elbow  and curiously
watching me as I came in, heavy tits hanging sideways slightly
across her chest. It was a warm night, with little need for
blankets. Mara shifted nervously and murmured:
	"I beg your gifts, Sire. How do you wish to take me?" Then
immediately remembering the protocol, flipped around and knelt
against the bed, presenting me with her rounded posterior.
Startled by my quick slap on her rump and after a questioning
glance over her shoulder, my servant got up and resumed a seated
position.
	I stood there a bit admiring the way her breasts rose with each
breath then moved closer, removing my shirt. "Push your tits
together." She pressed them into each other with her palms,
edging forward as I reached for her nipples and tweaked them
while admiring the deep furrow of her cleavage. Pushing her back
gently onto the bed, I stroked her legs, focusing upwards along
her inner thighs, causing her to part them invitingly. Her cunt
looked snug, a thin slit barely showing a dash of pink between
the labia. Despite her apparent eagerness, Mara also seemed
apprehensive and uncertain, eyeing the shifting, twitching bulge
in my loose pants with a serious expression. I got up and undid
the laces on my trousers, dropping them to the floor. Mara gulped
at the sight of my wobbling prick but made no move as I knelt
between her outspread thighs again. Despite having ejaculated in
Stinneh that morning, I was stiff as a log and feeling several
days' worth of pressure behind my balls, so I largely missed
those subtle hints in my eagerness and gave my shaft a fast
couple of strokes before settling its blunt end at her entrance.
She closed her eyes and tightened her lips as I started applying
pressure and pulled myself closer to her, kissing her neck down
to the tops of her appealing, sizeable boobs. The feel of her
pussy lips sliding past my cock-head made me close my eyes and
moan. Mara was tight! I excitedly penetrated almost entirely into
her, glorying in the feel of her pelvic muscles clamping around
my meat like a vise, before a whimper made me snap my eyelids
open. I was surprised at seeing my lover's face tensed in pain,
her lips taut and eyes squeezed shut.
	"Mara, are you alright? What's wrong" I said, my heavy breath
blowing a few strands of dark hair back from her face. Her
eyelids fluttered open. She looked at me hesitatingly, her
earlier apprehension seemingly grow to outright fear.
	"No, Master, please. I ... my service to you..." She bit her
lower lip and stared down, avoiding my eyes. From the other bed,
Stinneh began explaining shyly. I had almost forgotten she was
there watching me mount her dear baby sister. My cock twitched
inside Mara's vulva, causing it to spasm around me.
	"My sister, Sire, she... her womanhood is always..." For the
first time since I'd met them and they'd eagerly bent over and
offered me their naked asses in the middle of the road, the two
women looked embarrassed. I slowly drew back from Mara's clinging
tunnel and nodded for Stinneh to continue. Before she could say a
word, Mara snapped a protest, placing her hands hesitatingly on
my hip and shoulder.
	"No, Master, please. I... my service is yours to take as you
wish. I welcome you, if you desire my quim."
	"Her... quim is..." Stinneh faltered "Mara is... slow to
moisten. And the tightness of her passage makes receiving a
member difficult at first, more so when it is of such girth as
yours" she wet her lips "... Master." I nodded and turned my
attention to Mara once more, smiling reassuringly as I withdrew
my shaft against her protests.
	"I am not... I... can still provide service, Sire. I pray you,
do not be unhappy with us. If not myself, you may still find my
sister desirable." Stinneh nodded at this, sitting up on the side
of her bed, her hands massaging her stomach and thighs around her
bush. I shook my head, grinned and reached, instead of my pants,
for my pack.
	"You are very desirable, Mara, and I am in no way unhappy with
you. I only wish that you had confessed this sooner. Do not
hesitate to tell me of any fears you might have about your...
service, or any pain you experience. I do not wish to cause you
any harm, nor would I surrender your claim over so small a
matter." As I kept talking, I felt for the first time that I was
fitting into this society, acting like a true Sire and Master to
my servants. Both women exhaled deeply and relaxed as I continued
my speech. "For now, we only need to help you with a bit of
slickness."
	"I did not know whether you would allow it, Master, but we do
have some cooking oil we could use."
	"No need. I have something better." I produced a small bottle
from my pack, part of my  supplies from Espera. It contained a
clear, colorless, thin, greasy substance. It was so resiliently
lubricating and resistant to solvents that when I'd spilled some
on my hands back in the city it was easier to let it soak into
the skin than try to clean it off.
	"Oh" smiled Mara, obviously familiar with the liquid "Thank you,
Master. We cannot afford to buy much tail-oil, and we did not
know we would be claimed." She stretched her legs sideways
obscenely as I dripped some of the oil onto her vulva and used
two fingers to work it in. Seeing her close her eyes in pleasure,
I added my thumb on her clit, twirling around it and teasing it
out of its hood as I buried each knuckle-length into her. Even
around my fingers, she was tight enough that I proceeded slowly.
My cock hardened from its half-aroused state and, unable to bear
it any longer, I spread a drop of oil on its head before
positioning myself once more against Mara's waiting pelvis. This
time I moved slowly, giving her inch after inch as I felt her
warm, clinging box relax around me. A small nasal whimper escaped
her as our pubic bones met. I paused to let her fully adjust as I
lavished some attention on her now flushed breasts and hardened
little nipples, suckling and licking them until the
grapefruit-sized mounds shone. I continued to molest them as I
brought my hips back again. Soon we were enjoying a nice, slow
fuck, though as excited as all the goings-on had gotten me, I
needed a faster pace. I doubted whether Mara could orgasm now
anyway and was beyond caring as I quickened the pace, her
pussy-lips distorting as they slid along my shaft with every
backward and forward movement. She didn't seem to know much else
to do besides lie there and a brief thought occurred to me that
she'd gotten used to her Sires simply taking her quickly despite
her discomfort. Any other considerations vanished though as I
felt my climax boiling up out of me, splashing against her inner
walls and I collapsed on top of her and mashed her tits between
our chests. After enjoing the feel of her labored breathing for
half a minute, I slid out and off her. A small trail of semen was
visible against her inner thigh as she recovered and got up to
rinse herself, remembering her manners by bowing slightly and
saying:
	"I thank you, Sire, for your gifts." As her sister ducked
outside the hut, Stinneh thoughtfully added "Do you wish further
service?"
	My dick was quickly regaining its vigor but I decided I'd rather
save whatever I had left for more fun later on and we all went to
sleep. The beds were too small for two people, but I didn't
complain, nodding off while spooning my thankful servant's
willing, pliant body, one hand draped over her onto her soft
bosom. I woke up hours later, in the absolute stillness of a
warm, calm summer night in the countryside, with my cock rising
up against Mara's smooth ass. My first impulse was to try getting
back to sleep without bothering her. Then I remembered the
correct social protocol for my current place and time, and raised
a hand to lift the rich hair over my servant's ear and murmur her
name:
	"Mara." and she immediately whispered back, obviously not
sleeping:
	"Yes?"
	"I wish to take your service, Mara."
	"Free are your gifts, gracious Sire."
	"I want to fuck your delightful tight snatch right here and now,
Mara" I added, looking across the room where Stinneh snorted
softly in her sleep "I'm going to plant my seed inside you while
your sister sleeps across from us. Do you think we can manage not
to wake her?" I reached down across her legs and fumbled for the
bottle of tail-oil on the floor.
	"Yes, Master, if you wish it. She seeps soundly. When we were
girls, I would play tricks on her." I chuckled softly at the
added intimacy of her sharing childhood memories with the perfect
stranger trying to breed her. She raised her leg and hissed
gently at the feel of my fingers spreading the oil around and
into her pussy. I took the opportunity to reach around and
massage her clitoris again, rubbing my fingers in ever-tighter
motions around it.
	"Do you like having your clit fingered?" I whispered, then
immediately resumed the trail of kisses I was leaving around the
nape of her neck.
	"My...? My nub, Sire? Yes, very much."
	Her pussy was starting to heat up. Leaning up on my elbow, I
took her hand and placed it on my shaft. She stroked me a bit
half-heartedly with uncertain inexperience.
	"Lead me inside you." I commanded, and she angled her hips
backwards toward me and placed my glans at her entrance. I
continued to finger her clit as I slowly eased in. She took me
much more easily this time and soon I was pushing rhythmically
into her narrow confines, listening to her breathing grow ever
more intense.
	"Move your hips against me when I push in." I instructed, and
soon became fascinated by the subtle, complex shifting of her
back and ass muscles as she tried to do this with her upthrust
leg barely supported on its toes. We moved together like this for
a long time, our restrained panting intensifying, until my arm
got tired. I took her hand and moved it over her clit, and she
immediately took the hint, fingering herself frantically.
Fighting to hold back my own orgasm, I tightened my grip on her
body until I finally felt her begin to tense up. I licked her ear
and whispered "yesssss" while reaching over her again to grab a
breast and pull on her nipple, sending her over the edge. She
curled up in the fetal position, trembling and moaning softly as
her orgasm shook through her, her hand glued over her cunt. I
heard shuffling from across the room and saw a vague movement in
the almost complete darkness. I waited as Mara's breathing evened
out and she relaxed against me before startling her out of her
post-orgasmic bliss with a slap on the ass.
	"Look what you've done, Mara! You weren't supposed to wake your
sister, remember?"
	Stinneh chuckled from across the room.
	"Do you wish anything else, master?" My still-hard cock twitched
at the thought of fucking Stinneh with her younger sister's
juices still coating me, but I decided to put that off for later.
	"Yes, but your dear sister will provide it. Go back to sleep,
Stinneh."
	Wordlessly, she settled back into her bed as I turned my
attention back to Mara, sitting up and nudging her on her back
toward the center of the narrow bed. I then leaned into her
again, her vulva noticeably less tense, though still tight enough
that almost came from that one motion. She drew in her breath
sharply.
	"Are you alright?"
	"Yes." She gulped, then remembered something: "Thank you, Sire,
for your gifts."
	"Oh, we're not done yet." She chuckled at this as I started
plowing her. I didn't need to pace myself anymore and after only
a couple of minutes I erupted inside her, surprised at the amount
of sperm I still had in me after two fucks during the past day.
Though still not very active, Mara ventured to caress my chest as
I dismounted her, and we settled contentedly back to spooning
without bothering to clean up, my first day of Siring a rampant
success.