Well here it is.
My first venture into PWP. This is extreme NC-17, and if you are under the age of 17 and are reading this, here is your disclaimer. GET OUT! Or I will tell your mother.
I do not own any celebrity that I may or may not mention. In fact you will have to guess who the actor is, until I'm ready to let you know. There will be hints.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy




This lively pub was not what he expected. The band was terrific with a driving beat he was really into. 'Great band.' He thought. 'The best thing in this town so far.'

He was on location in Salisbury, England and so far the place proved to be very boring. He found himself getting drunk every night, not because he felt he needed it, but because hanging out in the pub was the only thing to do. Everyone in town knew who he was, and everyone wanted to buy him a pint.

He sat and listened to the locals tell him the area lore at least twice. The Druids, the Romans, the Vikings, extraterrestrial sightings around Stonehenge until it had become a fucking bore.

The only legend he found the least bit interesting was the story of the Kajali. Pronounced Kahalli, he was quickly told by a local when he pronounced it wrong.
The Kajali were a benevolent group who opposed the human sacrifices of the Druids, and the deflowering of virgins at the summer solstice. They were constantly at odds with each other.

A Kajali priest had the misfortune of falling in love with the virgin that was going to be used for the summer solstice sacrifice. They met one night near the circle of stones. Hoping to save her, the priest took her virginity that night. Her cries of pain went unheard by the Druids as it drifted across the Salisbury Plain, it was her screams of pleasure that sent the Druids in search of them.

The Druid priest found them, just as the Kajali priest was emptying himself inside her. The Druid priest killed the Kajali priest, and cursed his soul and the Kajali people. He told the girl that she would bear a child, but it would be the last child that the Kajali would have in the normal way.

The Kahali's soul had been turned into a beautiful man-beast, and from that day forward every twenty-five years, at the summer solstice, they were to call the Kajali priest, where he must deflower three local virgins who had seen eighteen summers. But he must do it through a mortal man. To call the beast they must use the previous mortal's pubic hair stained with the virgins blood. He would then take the three, who would become with child by the mortal. It was punishment to keep the Kajali from flourishing.

When the actor heard the story he laughed.

"Isn't the pubic hair thing a bit of a cliche? He asked. The local shrugged.

"That's how the story was told to me. You really shouldn't make fun of people's legends. The local said. "It may come back and bite you on the arse."
He left in a huff.

Cliche or not, the story was enough to give him dreams of taking the virginity of a young girl whos screams of pain, became screams of pleasure. He could feel her writhing under him, clinging to him, her juices flowing from her. He woke with a start his cock hard as steel.

Right now he was enjoying the music, and sipping his pint. It was then he noticed a dark haired girl walk into the pub. She waved hi to the bar keep, and ordered a drink. When he brought it to her, she chatted up a few of the locals and found a table across the room. She was quite pretty, her dark hair to her shoulders with dark smoky eyes. She saw him looking at her. He smiled at her, she smiled back. He got up and walked over to her table.

"Hi." He said. "Can I join you?"

She motioned towards the chair. He sat down.

"I'm.." She held up her hand.

"I know who you are." She said in a voice as smoky as her eyes.

"Well, since you know me, can I ask your name?"

"Andrea." She said looking at him over the rim of her glass. "You look like a man who needs some diversion."

He smiled. "It shows does it? Well there isn't much in this town to keep you diverted."

"Television, drinking and sex." She said with a seductive smile.

"Well I've had more than enough of the first two. You must be a local. You seem to know everyone in here."

She nodded. "I've lived here all my life. Couldn't imagine living anywhere else."

She studied his handsome face. "You want to get out of here?"

He nodded.

They got in her car and she headed out of town. She lived in a little bungalow on the road that led to Stonehenge. It was a warm night, unusual for the area, as the plain tended to get cold at night.

Her tidy livingroom was cozy and warm, with a sweet herb fragrance that he found quite heady.

"I'm going to make myself a gin and tonic. Would you like one? They're quite good." She asked as she headed toward the kitchen.

"Sure." He said settling on the couch.
"How much longer will you be shooting in the area?" She asked from the kitchen.

"Another ten days." He said. "Then we move on to Pinewood in London for interiors."

She brought out the drinks, and handed him one. He took a sip. It was cold and smooth, and delicious.

"This is good." He said with a smile. "What do you do Andrea?"

"Oh I have a gift shop in town. I sell tons of stuff that has anything to do with Stonehenge." She shook her head. "Tourists"

He took a big swallow of his drink, really relishing it. He put his drink down when he noticed her looking at him longingly. He leaned toward her and kissed her. When she responded to his kiss, he pulled her closer, and their kiss deepened. She opened her lips to him, and he explored her mouth with his tongue. His mind was swirling as he kissed her, loving her lips, the feel of her body, the way she smelled. He reached up to stroke her breast and nipples, and when he found a hard nipple, she gasped at the sharp pleasure it gave her.

The room seemed to reel, and his body felt light. He felt her push him back on the couch, unable to resist. He tried to lift his arms, but they wouldn't move. He felt like he was floating, and when she started to remove his clothes again he couldn't resist.
She reached down and stroked his cock, and when it became hard, she took it in her mouth.

She sucked lustily, stroking his balls and thighs. Every nerve in his body was on fire with the pleasure her mouth was generating. He was gasping uncontrollably, and because his body was so limp, the sensations of his approaching orgasm were tremendous. When her fingers started to stroke untried places, his orgasm crashed over him and he shrieked his pleasure. Her mouth never left his hardness, and took every bit of him as he streamed into her mouth. By the time he realized he had been drugged he had slipped into unconsiousness.

She picked up a reseptical and sit his gracious gift into it. She looked down at him. He was so beautiful. She pulled a sheet over his sweaty body, and lifted his dark hair off his brow. Just then the front door opened, and the elders walked in.

They looked down at the sleeping young man.

"Will he be suitable?" The One asked.

She looked up at her and smiled. "Quite suitable."

More is on the way. I hoped to post more, but my computer crashed, and I had to repost.
GGGRRRR :anger:

*cough*

Wow...

Ok... this is such a cool idea... I mean with the curse and all...
That's no pwp... I mean it has a plot!
Well don't ask me about it, I actually have no real idea what a pwp is and what not - but my feelings tell me this is more like an... *cough* erotic shortstory? ^_^ :tsk: ;-)

And well... to be quite honest I want to ask for more ;)


Btw. Can I teka a shot on who it is?

At first I thought Elijah because of this:

I just can't Orlando imagining shrieking when he comes ;)
And it has to be Orli or Lij because of the dark hair...

This indicates Orli though.. Lij's hair is not so long....
And then i might be completely wrong and it's Johnny Depp ;)


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Laila

I like the idea!!

I find it quite interesting ...

WHen you started to desrcibed the girl I was like: SHe looks like me! And then her name is Andrea and i felt cold swear :P lol


It felt quite weird ...

but even so... keep going! i love this !


luvly
:love1:
andie

Well, perhaps your right Laila. I guess I'll just call this an erotic short story. Good guesses, but I don't know, Orli looks like a screamer to me. Or the potential to be one.

It gets hot from here. WARNING EXTREME NC-17 AHEAD.


He felt so strange. He still couldn't move, but he could hear, and feel and when his heavy eyes would open, he could see. He didn't know how he got here, all he knew was his body was aflame with sexual desire, his breathing heavy for the want of it. He felt like a junky who needed a fix. His cock was very hard, and seemed larger than usual. He knew that if he could move he would take the first female he saw, weather she wanted to or not.

He was wrapped in a warm blanket, and he could sense that he was outside, and there were people surrounding him. It was night and the moon was full. He could see the circle of stones surrounding them, fires lit here and there, and torches at the head of what appeared to be an alter.

Two woman walked to where he lay and remove the blanket. One had a bowl in her hands, and together they stroked a lotion over his body. The feel of the lotion was soothing, and the smell of it was arousing him to greater heights. He moaned at the touch of the womens hands.

An older woman whom the others call "The One" stood at the head of the place he lay. She started to chant. The others surrounding the alter chanted in a lower tone, almost as if in answer to "The One's" chant.

The womens hands became more insistant upon his body, his state of arousal became more imposing, and he could feel the start of a massive orgasm building inside of him. His breathing was becoming rapid, and his moans had become cries of pleasure.

The One had a bronze pot, with Druid markings on it. Her chant continued, holding the pot over his writhing body. The closer the pot came to him, the louder his cries became.

He could almost see the orgasm coming. It was a large beautiful creature, sensous, fluid, strong. Everything about it was big. He surrendered himself to it. It was a beast.

The One sat the pot above his head. The chanting by those around the alter became louder, more heated, more animated. The One pulled one of his arms back and using a tether attached to the stone, wrapped a sheep skin binding around his wrist, and did the same with the other arm. He would need something for leverage against the intense pleasure of his orgasm, and the pain of the beasts entry. Already he was straining against it.

The hands were on his thighs, headed for the direction of his hard cock. He was being controlled by this beast; it stood there waiting for the orgasm he knew would come, so he could make his way in, and rise.

The One took the pot and raised it to the full moon, continuing her chant, then set it down at his head. She set the contents of the pot on fire. There was a brief flame, and then heavy smoke started to rise. The smoke seemed to be attracted to the man before it and hovered in wait over his body.

The hands of the women had finally reached his balls. He cried out at their light touch, but when those hands found his cock, the huge beast was upon him.
His body arched as he pulled against the bindings, a scream of intense pleasure left his throat, and his cock jerked as a large stream of his come flew through the air, landing squarely on his chest.

He had never experienced anything so intense in his life. The pleasure of this coming was indiscribable. Yet it was what the beast was waiting for. His invitation to procreate. He entered the mans body, and he screamed in pain. The orgasm being a perfect counter for the pain. He felt his body tearing. Weather it was from the pain or from the pleasure, he didn't know. He didn't care.

His body continued to jerk and thrash. The pleasure and the pain tearing at him. With ever bit of seman that landed on him, the beast found entry easier. He stretched within the mans body, making him more muscular, stronger, bigger. His identity mingled with the young actors. The beast was fully in control of the mans body, and mind, but not of his will. The young man knew what was about to happen, and he knew he couldn't stop it, perhaps he could help control it.

When the spasms ceased, The One stepped back, and the beast started to rise. He tore the bindings from his arms and stood. His naked muscular body glistened in the firelight, his cock huge and fully erect.

The beast was loose, and he was magnificent.

:eek:
Omg that was great!!
is there more?

:blink: wow

Wow... I'm impressed...

That is really original... never read anything like this here...
wow... keep it coming :)

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Laila

He stood there breathing hard. His muscular chest rising and falling heavily, his body trembling slightly from the sharp sensations of the pleasure and the pain that had just coursed through his body.

He looked around, searching for she, with whom he must couple. He turned toward the group surrounding the alter. They gasped at his magnificence, each woman wishing they could have the pleasure of attending him when this was over. A few glanced at Andrea, knowing she alone would be the one to have him, to help the mortal come back to himself. Andrea could feel herself becoming wet with desire for him.

He was beginning to become agitated, when The One called out.

"Bring her forth."

The group around the alter moved aside, as two men led a girl in white silk robes to the alter. The alter was a bed, covered in white sheets, the mattress deep and pillowed. The men and the girl stopped next to the bed, and the beast started to move in her direction.

The men removed the silk robes and folded them in half and laid them on the bed for her to lay on, so to catch her virginal blood. The girl was very pretty, with golden brown hair and green eyes with a lovely body, her breasts full, her belly flat, her broad hips atesting to her child bearing abilities.
Before the men could finish laying the silk robes on the bed, the beast was in front of her, stroking her body, carressing and pinching her nipples.

She was trembling, fear coursing through her naked body. She was as afraid of the pleasure as she was of the pain. He was beautiful, with a glorious body, and so far his touches were arousing her. She could feel her juices start to flow.
She gasped when the men picked her up, and laid her on the bed, and bound her hands, as they had for the beast.

The men stepped away from the bed, and the beast move in, hovering over her. He was ready to take her, when he heard a voice in the vast reaches of his mind.

"Make her ready, make her want you. It will be easier for both of you. I will show you how."

Then the group around the alter saw the beast do something, none of them had ever witnessed the beast do. He kissed her.

He found pleasure in what he was doing to this girl, and there was something pleasantly familiar about this, but he didn't dwell on it. He continued to listen to the voice inside his mind. He deepened the kiss, and the girl moaned against his mouth. She opened her lips to him, and he explored her mouth with his tongue.

He ran his hand down to her breast, and found a bullet hard nipple. When he stroked it, she moaned against his lips, her pussy becoming wetter with every stroke of his fingers.

He lifted his head and looked at her, her eyes heavy with desire. When he lowered his lips to her nipples, she cried out the pleasure it brought her, her pussy now sopping wet.

He could smell her. He could smell how ready she was to be impregnated once his seed was in her belly. He wanted to take her now, but that voice was telling him what to do next.

If the group was shocked by his kissing her, they were speechless at what he did next. He sat up on his knees and looked down at her. He ran his hand down her belly, over her mound, and inserted a finger into her slit, coming in contact with her clit. She cried out and lifted her hips to meet his hand.

Never in her life had she ever experienced anything like this. She had been chosen as a young girl for this, and she had been told all that it intailed. But no one told her about this. She and her boyfriend had touched each other, nothing, oh God, nothing like this.

He parted her pink rose petal pussy, and lowered his face to her source of pleasure and ran his tongue across her clit. He circled his tongue over the entire area, then took her clit in his mouth sucking and biting. She was coming. She didn't know if it was allowed, and she didn't care. He was fucking her with his tongue, then flicking her clit with it.

She was thrusting her hips against his mouth, straining against the bindings, pulling and yanking, as if they were a life line, when her orgasm was on her.
"Oh yes." She screamed. Her body thrashed, and jerked with every spasm of her coming. He stayed with her until she was reduced to orgasmic shudders, when he lifted off of her and lowered himself between her parted legs.

He guided his massive cock into her flooded pussy until he was stopped by her maidenhead. She gasped at the first feel of pain, but she was still feeling the reminders of her orgasm.

He pushed harder, but it wouldn't give. She cried out in pain at his onslaught, but she encouraged him to try harder.
"Do it hard luv. Don't worry about hurting me. It's the only way to get to the pleasure." She took hold of the bindings and prepared herself.

He pulled out as far as he could and rammed himself inside her, and felt her maidenhead tear way. Her screams traveled across the plain, echoing off the circle of stones, the firelight wavering.

Now that the barrier was gone, he thrust into her at a steady pace, a gasp of pain would leave her lips with every thrust. He felt her relaxing against him, when she whispered to him.

"Take off the bindings luv. I want to hold you and touch you."

He did as she requested, and she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his body, touching sensitive places.

She could feel another orgasm welling up in her, and he was thrusting harder, his breathing coming faster. The pleasure she was feeling, was worth the pain. When he lifted her hips and plunged deeper within her, the pleasure was so intense it almost sent her over the edge.

She could hear him groaning, his thrusting coming faster. When he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth she cried out, and a massive orgasm bore down on her. Again her screams rolled across the plain, this time of pleasure. Her body writhed beneath his, her hot wet pussy gripping him in a vice like grip. Suddenly he was lost in the sensations of the immense orgasm that tore through him, his seed flowing into her in copious amounts.

His bellow of pleasure shook the stones around them, the torches at the head of the alter wavered and went out, plunging the alter into darkness. In the darkness the two held each other, as his seed still flowed into her. His head was nestled in her neck, and his body still jerked with the remains of his orgasm. She wondered if he would ever be empty. With a shuddering sigh, his body was still. He lifted his head and looked at her, then lowered his head and kissed her. When the torches were relit, the couple was still locked together. No one would disturb them, until he withdrew. He didn't seem to want to move, their arms and legs wrapped around each other, his cock still deep inside her.

Finally he lifted himself off of her, and moved to the stone he had lain upon. The men who brought the girl in, wrapped her in the silk robes, and the sheet the two had coupled upon. They picked her up and carried her away.

The beast stood in the fire light, his body covered in sweat, his cock limp, and the girls virginal blood smeared on his pelvic region. The One brought him a goblet with a strengthening drink in it, and he drained it down.

As the second girl was brought in, his cock started to rise, and the need to procreate was once again, a deep need. He turned to the second girl.

*grins*
what a man's fantasy!
3 virgins and as much potence as ever required! :noangel: :laugh:

God this is hot...

But I think now it's orlando...actually...

Whoa in the end it's Dom I am lusting over here...
that would be weird! ;)

moooore ;)

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Laila

:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

OMG, this is awesome! I really like the idea, and Laila is right, I don't think I've ever read anything like this either :yay: Good job, points for originality!

Anyway, KWCW!

:eek:
:bow:
Omg!!!
That was great!!!!!
:eek:

The second girl was a beauty, her raven black hair, fell in sheets down her back, and her large brown eyes were doe like and full of fear. She too had been chosen as a young girl, and was honored to be one to bear the child of one so exhalted.

When the men removed her robes, a lush curvy body was revealed. Her breasts were full, with large protruding nipples. The beast approached her ready to take her the way he took the last one. As he got closer she saw how large and hard he was, she backed off. The men took her by the arms, and encouraged her to lay down. "No." She whispered.

The One approached her, the beast stopped as if commanded. His lust filled eyes devouring the girl, his need becoming stronger.

"You cannot back out now." The One told the girl. "It requires three, and we have no others. You must do this, or we loose the other two."

She nodded to the two men, who picked her up and placed her on the bed. They bound her wrists, and withdrew.

The beast went to her, and climbed on the bed. He reached out to stroke her body, when her panic overflowed and she kicked out at him. There was an audible gasp from the assembly. No one had ever done that before. He tried again, and she kicked out again, and this time she connected.

The beast was becoming angry, and when he growled his anger, she kicked at him again. He grabbed her legs and pinned them to the bed. He moved between her legs, leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. She gasped as lightening bolts of pleasure shot through her body, and when he sucked it between his teeth, she could feel herself becoming wet.

He took her other nipple in his mouth, making her desire his entry. When her jucies started to run out of her, she felt as if her body was betraying her, and her strong resentment caused her to lift her head and bite him hard on the shoulder. He bellowed in pain, and pushed her back on the bed. He put his hand to his shoulder, and when he saw blood, the actor inside him lost what little control he had.

The beast reared up over her and when he looked down at her, with fire in his eyes, she knew real fear.

He roughly grabbed her legs, and yanked them apart. He positioned himself over her. He pushed the head of his cock part way into her pussy. It was wet, but not wet enough. It would be a rough enrty for both of them. He thrust into her, and his cock connected with her maidenhead. She cried out at the pain, and tried to bite him again.

Any thoughts of being gentle disappeared with her second attack. He held her down on the bed and battered into her. Pounding hard on her, he finally felt her barrier rupture, and she screamed. He cried out with her, her partially dry pussy, tearing at his cock, but he still pounded on her, his balls slapping against her ass.

She was squirming under him her, cries of pain beginning to deminish, and he started to feel her becoming wet again. His rampage on her, continued, punishing her body, pinching and biting her nipples. She was panting, pleasure beating down her defences, hot white pleasure acosting her from all sides. This was stronger than she was, stronger than the beast who was ravaging her body.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." She panted starting to strain against the bindings. "Please don't stop."

She was thrusting her hips against him, and wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him as best she could. He was nearing his own orgasm, and started to thrust faster and harder. When he did, she started to tremble.

"Oh God. Oh yes. Please let me come."

She was so close, and when he reached down to suck on a nipple, she yanked on the bindings, her body arching upward, a startled scream tearing from her lips as her mammoth orgasm wracked her body.

Almost immediately the beast let out his own scream of pleasure, streaming his come into her; with every spasm he thrust roughly into her, her shreiks of pleasure growing louder His scream again shook the stones, and again the torches went out.

In the darkness, they continued to move together until they were both spent. She nuzzled his sweaty neck, and reached down and kissed the wound on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't understand. Forgive me." She said softly.
He looked into her face, and in the dim light, he saw regret over what she had missed because the fear had her so paralyzed.

They were still coupled, and he was still spilling into her, and she too wondered if he would ever be empty. She was shocked when he kissed her, but returned his kiss with a passion she didn't know she possesed. Oh God, if she could do it over again. When she felt him harden within her, he released her bindings and she wrapped her arms around him.

She gasped when he started thrusting into her a second time. He felt a need to have her again, and by the time the torches were relit, he was thrusting into her, rapidly bringing her to another tremendous orgasm. She was clinging to him, whimpering, her head thrown back, letting him ravage her one more time.
Her arms fell weakly to the bed, seeking the bindings. She grabbed them hard, and let her body go with the overwhelming orgasm that claimed her. She uttered a cry of pleasure, thrusting up to meet him.

He was moving faster and harder against her, groaning loudly. He stroked her lush body, enjoying the feel of it, her pussy walls gripping him as she came. When she reached between his legs to stroke his balls, her added touch was all he needed to release him into pure pleasure. He groaned loudly against her neck, thrusting into her with his coming, once again flooding into her receptive womb.

She was exhausted. They lay there coupled, trying to catch their breath. They lay together kissing, and touching. He was totally limp, and still he filled her.

The One was very pleased. A double copulation meant she would bear twins. What had started out badly, turned into an asset.

The beast withdrew and walked back to the stone. The girl was removed and the last virgin was brought to him. The One handed him the goblet, and he drank.
He stood before her erect and re-energized. She looked eager and willing. Oh how he wanted her.

Just incredible...

:eeeek:

god... one more...
don't.know.if.I.can.take.more...

:huh: what am I talking abou..
of course I can...
I must! ;)

I'm with you! I'm not sure if I can handle any more, but I reallyreallyreally want more!

Once again!!!
Wonderful!!
:bow:!!!

She looked at the beast, and her desire for him overwhelmed her. She recognized him, and the knowledge that she would bear his child made her feel weak. She trembled at his approach, yet she felt empathy for him. She could see weariness in his beautiful eyes, bruising around his pelvis and thighs. Her heart overflowed with tenderness for him.

The men removed her white robes, and laid them on the bed. She turned to the beast and stood before him. She saw only the actor, but she could feel the torchered, tormented soul of the beast. She went to him and laid a gentle hand on his cheek, and smiled up at him. Oh God how she wanted him.

He looked down at the tiny girl before him. The actor saw a pert, vivacious, looking, petite blue eyed blonde. She was so tiny, and nubile, he worried that she wouldn't be able to handle the beasts huge appendage. The actor's will was almost fully in control, the beast being to weary to resist him.

She reached out and stroked his muscular chest, tracing her fingers around his nipples, across his rippled belly, down over his hip, and then to his amazement took his rigid cock in her hand, and stroked it lovingly. She looked up at him, stood on tip toe, and pulled him down to her lips.

Her sweet kiss surprised him, but he finally relaxed and returned her kiss with a heated response. The actor wanted this little girl, had to have her. He snatched her up in his arms, and carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. She weighed almost nothing, and was so willowy he was sure the beast could really hurt her. He would be the one to take her, and give her as much pleasure as he could.

He kissed her lips and stroked the nipples on her tiny breasts. She groaned as he set a line of blistering fire from one nipple to the other. Every place he touched set off more fires within her. She was soaking wet, and when he touched her tiny pussy she gasped and cried out "Oh please."

She had no idea what she was begging for, until he inserted one of his fingers inside her sopping pussy. "Oh yes, more." She wanted every bit of him, and couldn't wait to have it. When he rubbed his finger over her clit her hips lifted to encourage him to insert another finger. When he complied she sobbed a cry, and he knew she was almost ready.

He wanted her as wet as possible, so he lowered himself so his mouth was right in line with her pussy. He stroked the slit of her pretty pink lips, and opened her glistening folds, and inserted his tongue to take a taste of her virgin flesh. When he sucked on her clit, her hips thrust up to his mouth, and she shreiked in pleasure.

Her juices flooded his mouth, the sweetness surprising. He inserted two of his fingers into her tight pussy, hoping to make entry easier for her. He push his fingers in, and she cried out in pain when he found her barrier. He kept his persistant tongue, and lips roaming over her clit and the sensitive area around her entrance, sometimes sucking vigorously. Her hips were thrusting up to his mouth, and she was gasping as an orgasm rolled toward her.

Again he inserted his fingers into her pussy. She was so hot and slick, he knew her orgasm was close. He inserted a third finger, gently moving his fingers in and out, giving her extra stimulation. She was panting heavily, his hands and mouth pulling unbelieveable sensations from her. Her hands sought the bindings that she knew where there, because she knew she would need the leverage against the orgasm that was almost on her.

He was relentless, in his attention to her pussy. When he spread her lips wide, and rubbed his tongue over her clit, her body seemed to clench, and when she started to scream her pleasure, he thrust his three fingers into her as hard as he could. Her barrier tore and she screamed in pain. With her orgasm still wracking her body she relished the feeling of the pleasure and the pain.

In tearing her maidenhead, a small amount of blood stained his fingers. With her orgasm still shaking her body, he rose quickly, and moved himself between her legs, and eased himself into her. Her eyes flew open, and a squeal of pain tore from her lips, as he tore away the remainder of her hymen.

He pressed himself forward expecting to reach the bottom of her pussy, at any minute, and was surprised when she fully engulfed him. Her well was deep and he wanted to fill it completely.

He pulled back and plunged in expecting to hear a cry of pain, instead he moaned when he felt himself surrounded by her hot wet pussy, her strong young arms holding him, waiting for the pleasure she knew his beautiful cock would give her. Knowing her passage was clear, the beast took over, battering her tiny body.

She was much stronger than she appeared, and his driving cock was giving her such pleasure, she lost all control, with very thrust her cries of pleasure became louder and louder.

"Oh God. Harder. Oh yes fuck me harder. Yes baby. More. Don't stop."

He couldn't believe how hot and eager this tiny button of a girl was. Her tiny little breasts with the large nipples, her dainty arms that were holding him, withing beneath him, seemed to be such a vast contrast to the deep embracing well of her womb.

He could feel her pussy grasping his cock, and he knew she was coming. She was grabbing the bindings straining against them, her body battered, screaming in blissfull agony.

When he looked down at her and saw her face contorted in blissful pleasure, he couldn't hold on any longer, and with his final orgamic bellow streamed into her. His orgasm was so hard, he thought his body was tearing. The stones shook so hard, The One thought one would fall over, and a warm blast of wind tore through the ring of stones and the torches went out.

In the privacy of the dark the two still moved against each other, nuzzleing each other kissing deeply. With a shudder they lay in an intense afterglow, he still emptying himself into her. She ran her hands through his hair, and kissed him deeply.

"I love you, you mighty beast." She whispered in his ear. "I know who you are, and I'll never forget you, and I'll proudly bear your child."

He kissed her deeply, running his hands over those tiny perfect breasts. If he wasn't so exhausted, he would take her again. So he remained within her and held her, as the torches were relit. She rubbed his sore muscles, wincing as she rubbed his shoulders and arms.

His strength was ebbing, and he knew it was time for him to return. With one last kiss to his gentle little doll, he disengaged himself from her. He looked down at her one last time and returned to the stone. Tears were streaming down her face when the men came, wrapped her in the sheet stained with her virginal blood and carried her away.

Andrea stepped forward, and handed him another goblet. His body was racked with pain, his cock quite sore, but he had to couple one last time in order to return.
He drank the contents of the goblet, and turned to Andrea. He knew she wasn't a virgin, yet his lust for her was immense. Only she could return him so he could rest.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. After watching the last two, she was hot, wet and eager.

That was great!!
:eek:
Omg!!!!
:eek:
*dies*

We love your drabbles... they are quite extraordinary! :wub:

More soon?

that was great!!!
:bow:
:eek:

She looked into the beasts eyes, and beheld the actor, pain and fatigue showing plainly on his handsome face. She decided he had a reprieve coming, so she gently pushed him down on the bed on his back. When he winced, she realized he was in more pain than was usual, and once the beast was gone, the actor would need the next two days to recover. She would worry about that later, it was the beast's return she needed to focus on now.

She lay down next to him, and caressed his face, then kissed his brow, cheeks, chin and then his lips. Her scent was familiar to him, so he pulled her closer and the passion with which he kissed her, took her breath away. She moaned against his mouth, and the need for her quickened in the beast. His fingers traced molten fire across her nipples, down her belly, at the same time sucking and nipping on one of her nipples. When he thust his fingers into her source of pleasure, she gasped as he stroked her large clit.

When the beast felt her juices flowing over his fingers, he moved to take her, but she pushed him back down, rose from the bed and straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it, gasping at the pleasure it gave her as it filled her. She was lost, drowning in the unbelieveable pleasure that was sweeping over her. After watching all that had happened this night, she was on an orgasmic precipice, that only the slightest breeze would blow her over. She could feel his large cock inside her start to quiver, so she knew he was not far behind. She quickened her pelvic thrusts, and nodded to The One who held the bronze pot in her hands once again. It contained lamp oil, liquid amber, and a bit of the semen Andrea had collected earlier that evening.

Andrea closed her eyes and and concentrated on the building orgasm within her. She reached down and grabbed the bindings, when she felt him grab her hips, and started pounding into her. That was all it took. Her orgasm shook her to her soul.

Her crys of pleasure went rolling across the plain, a cry so well remembered, so well nurtured, so well loved by every woman caretaker since the time of the Druids, that in the winds of time the Curse of the Kajali was visited onehundred fold, upon the Druids and wiped them from existance, while the Kajali still walked.

She knew the beasts orgasm was just a beat behind her, so she disengaged herself and took him in her mouth. She took as much of him as she could, making her mouth as tight as possible. The beast started to groan, when the groan grew louder, The One set the contents of the pot on fire. Just as the blaze reach it's zenith and went out, the beast started to bellow. Just as the smoke started to hover over his body, a jet of semen flew, and landed on his shoulder, just below the bite mark, then on his neck, in his hair and on his belly.

Shrieking in pleasure and pain, his body continued to twist and writhe as the beast was taken up by the smoke and rose into the air. As the smoke started to dissipate into the summer's night sky, one last cry was heard and all was still, with only the full moon to bear witness to the nights activities. The anguished soul of the beast was free to rest for another twenty-five years.

Andrea lay with the young man, both covered in sweat and semen. He groaned, and his body shivered. She too was cold. She turned to The One.
"We must get him to my house so I can tend to him."
She rose, and watched the men wrap him in a blanket and take him away. It was just past midnight, and she had much yet to do.

This is wonderful dear. Love what you're doing with it!

Arg! So much sexiness! In one story! PWP (porn with plot) at it's finest!!!!!

When Andrea returned home she filled her jacuzzi bath tub with warm water and turned the jets on high. She then poured liquid amber, and bath salts into the tub. There were dozens of candles in the room, some amber scented. She lit the candles and set towels, wash cloths and sponges around the tub As the exotic smell of amber quickly filled the air, she undressed and stepped into the bath.

She relaxed in the tub a few minutes, when the two men carried the unconcious young man in. She helped them to settle him in the tub so he lay nestled between her legs with his back against her breasts. His head lolled against her shoulder, she stroke his forehead and was shocked by his cold skin, and the overall condition of him.

"Did he regain conciousness at all?" She asked, anxiety in her voice.

One of the men shook his head. "Not even when the women shaved him."

Tears sprang to Andreas eyes. His stalwart heart fought to control the beast, to his own detriment. There was light bruising around his joints where the beast had stretched within him, a dark angry bruise on his rib cage where the second girl had kicked him, and brusing on his pelvis, and hips from the constant battering on the girls' pubic bone. The absence of pubic hair made the colorful bruises all the more conspicuous. The place where the second girl had so viciously bitten him, was an angry red, and starting to fester.

She looked up at the men who were waiting for her permission to withdraw.

"Tell the women to bring me some more amber oil, and some Tylenol with Codene number four. Also tell them to mix a tea of Skullcap, Valerian, Chamomile and Hobblebrush. Also a dream pillow. Move quickly, he is not in a good way."

To verify her words, he stirred in her arms, and loudly cried out in pain. The men left quickly.

She took a sponge, and gently bathed his sore joints and muscles, thinking he was the bravest man she ever met. The One had told her of other mortals they had brought the beast through with. Some who had an indomitabel will, fought to control the beasts lust. Those that were afraid or didn't care, left the beast to take the girls as he wanted. Though the girls always found pleasure, getting to that pleasure could be quite painful.

Andrea held him, bathing him, letting the oil and the hot bubbling water work it's majic on his wounded body. She so wished she could know him away from here, but she knew that was forbidden. She could feel his breathing becoming rapid, his movements a bit more animated, and she knew what she dreaded most was at hand.

He's waking up... and what will he remember?? :eeeek:

:cry: :cry: If it's Lij!!!

Orlando Viggo and all the others can handle it ;)
They are not so fuckin fragile...

Beautiful.. but someone sad really...

hugs
Laila

God I hope it is Viggo...
It would the whole thing even 500% sexier then it already is!!!

:drool:

yea!! He's like waking up!!
^_^
Cool!!

He couldn't remember a time when he was in this much pain. Almost every muscle in his body screamed in protest when he moved. He could feel the bubbling water all around him, warm and fragrant, and that seemed to helping, especially when it was applied to his tender joints.

She admired his stamina, sexually as well as physically. Some men bruised heavily around the joints, where others, like the beautiful man in her arms, bruised lightly. One of the men came in with a tray containing the things she requested, and left quickly at her request.

He could feel fingers massaging his shoulder, which felt good until the fingers rubbed a spot that was so sore, it felt like someone stuck a hot knife in it. He gasped and moaned, when he heard a voice say,

"I'm sorry luv. I know you're hurting. Try and relax and let the bath do it's work."

The voice was very familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. When he tried to open his eyes, he was surprised when he found he could keep them open. He looked around and saw that he was in a large bathroom full of candles, and dim light. He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out but a dry croak.

He looked at the hands that bathed him, and beheld long tapering fingers, the nails long, painted a pale lavender color. He remembered those hands, but his mind was in such a fog holding a thought was almost impossible. He tried moving even though he knew it would hurt, and felt a pair of legs surrounding him. He felt the gentle hands still caressing him, and he could feel her breasts pressing into his back. He tried to move, and though he hurt he had to see who was holding him.
She pressed him back and said.

"Do lie still luv. You wouldn't be able to stand unassisted, and I know all this moving around is hurting you. Please trust me and relax."

"Who are you?" He finally managed to get out.

She kissed his temple. "It's Andrea luv. Can you drink this tea for me?"

He was finally starting to remember his evening with her. Her demanding kiss, the feel of her hands, and the unbelieveable head she had given him.

He carefully took the cup of tea from her, and sipped it. Definately herbal, with a soothing fragrance. It was just what he needed. It helped him to relax, and he cradled his head against her shoulder. The hand that held the cup started to shake, and when she leaned down to steady his hand, he turned his face toward hers, and saw that it was indeed Andrea. She smiled at him.

"Can you do one more thing for me?" He sighed and nodded. "Take these pain pills. It will make you feel a whole lot better."

He still hadn't remembered that she had drugged him, so he took the pills without question, and drank the rest of his tea. She refilled his cup, and asked him to drink more. He did.

The hot bubbling water felt so good, and was doing such a good job of easing his pain, the feel of her breasts pushing into his back, and the gentle caress of her hands made him feel a bit more secure. The longer he lay there the stronger he felt.

"Andrea?"

"Yes luv?"

"Did we have sex?"

He felt the need to ask these questions, as his relaxed state deepened. And he was becoming a bit sleepy.

"Indeed we did." She answered. "And may I say you are an awesome lover."

He smiled up at her, and she could see sleep was coming on him. She must get him out of the tub and into bed while he could stand on his own.

"Ok lover, you and I are starting to prune, so it's time to get out of this tub. Do you think you can stand without help?"

"I think so." She could see him wince, as he stood. When she stood, she quickly got out of the tub and took a hold of him, and helped him out of the tub. She grabbed one of the big fluffy towels and wrapped one around his waist, and another to help dry him off. He was wobbly, but he was able to walk without help, so she grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off. He was headed for the bedroom, she close behind him, when she saw him lurch and sway against the door frame of the bathroom. He lurched a second time, and she grabbed onto his arm.

He couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. The image of a beautiful man beast hovering near him sinking into his body suddenly flashed in his head. Then an image of that beast, a huge muscular creature, ravaging the body of a black haired girl also flashed through his mind. But that beast was him. He was the one who was tearing into that delicate flesh. He shook his head.

"No." He said softly. "I couldn't do anything like that."

Andrea took hold of his arm and lead him to the bed. He sat down.

Another flash hit him. This time he was in the arms of a tiny blond, who was holding him, telling him that she loved him. And....

He looked up at Andrea tears starting to fill his eyes, and roll down his face. They dripped on his hands. He looked down at his hands wondering what these hands did this night. He was becoming so sleepy that it was becoming hard to think.

Andrea sat down next to him, wiping the tears from his face. He look at her.

"What did I do Andrea? Did I do what I think I did?" Fresh tears coursed down his face. Hysteria starting to tinge his voice. "How do I live with this?"

He was starting to sway as the pills and the tea started to take effect. She held him and said.

"Honey, you did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? You did nothing wrong. Come luv. You need to sleep."

She pulled back the covers and made him to lay down. Groaning from the pain he was still feeling, he settled into the bed and shuttered a sigh.

"You sleep now. In the morning I will explain it all to you. This was none of your doing."

It was then he remembered being drugged.

"Why did you drug me Andrea?" He asked lethargically. Before sleep took him he said. "What did I do to make you hate me?"

She stroked his forehead until his regular breathing told her he was asleep. She got up, and picked up the wet towels, and put on a robe. She thought if she kept moving she could push his last question out of her mind far enough, so she wouldn't have to think about it. She turned off the jacuzzi, and drained the water in the tub, then blew out all the candles. As the last candle went out, she stood in the dark where that one question continued to haunt her.

She and her sect, had shattered his life, and he was asking her why she hated him. The truth of what her people had to do to survive, rained down on her and smote her to her knees, where she wept uncontrollably into the wet towels.

Ooooh, is it Dommie? That would be so luvly!

KWCW ^_^

After the emotional storm passed, Andrea wandered into her kitchen to find something to eat. When she got depressed she tended to eat more than usual, and right now she was as low as she possibly could get. She made herself a ham sandwich, cut a piece of chocolate cake, and a glass of milk. She thought about the evening's events, and in retrospect the evening had gone very well.

She had been in contact with The One to give her a report on the young man who was now asleep in her bed, and she told Andrea that all the girls were fine, a little sore, but all in high spirits. Andrea told her she wished she could say same of the person who got them that way.

Andrea herself was a child of the Kajali. Unfortunately one of the ones who were born barren. The curse had many ways of inflicting pain upon her people. At least one male child born of the beast was sterile, and sometimes a girl would be born that way. They were the girls who would become the caretakers of the men who would bring the beast through. The sterile men went on to achieve great things in other avenues, and would go to any depths to protect the secrets of the Kajali.

The caretakers were looked upon with great admiration and were obeyed instantly. They were the ones who would find a suitable male for the ritual, and then with her sexual prowess lure the beast out of them. They were beautiful, intelligent and sensitive. They were extensivley educated, particularly in sex, and usually remained unmarried.They could only be used in one ritual, and once that obligation was fullfilled they were free to spend their lives as they chose. Usually they became very successful in what ever they chose to do.

Andrea's plan was to leave for San Francisco in two weeks. She had it with the cold of the plain, and the constant boredom of small town living. She decided to put her Cambridge law degree to use and accepted a job as an associate lawyer in a law firm in San Francisco After this weekend was over, she vowed never to be involved with the sect again.

She got up and stretched and looking at the clock was shocked to see it was almost four in the morning. She took the dishes and put them in the sink. She walked into her bedroom, and looked down at the man in her bed. She took off her robe, turned out the light, and got in bed next to him. She lay there mulling things over in her mind when she felt him roll towards her , and slip an arm around her.

He ran his hand over her generous breast, found a nipple and started to stroke it, Her sharp intake of breath told him she was becoming aroused. He removed his hand, and pulled her into his arms.

"How do you feel?" She asked snuggling her head against his shoulder.

"A little sore. But it's tolerable. I had a very vivid dream about your people. About the curse. If anyone would have told me that story, I would have said that it was a story B movies are made of. But here I am, and I remember everything. Couldn't you have just asked me?"

"Luv, I want you to know, I hate this whole ritual. We violated you, and in every legal sense you were raped. Those girls went willingly, they knew what to expect. It's to big a risk to ask a man to do this. It has to be done this way. If the man takes off, or changes his mind at the last minute he might tell others, and jeopordize our existance and even the posibility that as a race of beings, we will die, and that cannot happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes. And to be quite honest with you the idea of having three willing young virgins is quite a turn on. One thing that does concern me is that tiny blond. How old is she, fourteen, fifteen?"

"She just turned eighteen three weeks ago. And was she hot for a shag from you. We were worried about her because she was so small, but she checked out with our doctor ok. She was something. Out of the three she came the hardest."

"What I remeber most was her wish to love the beast. She was special."

All this sex talk was getting him aroused. He wondered if he would be capable of making love to her. He pulled her to him and kissed her heatedly. She returned his kiss, opening her lips to his, as his hands found her nipples. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, making them hot and hard. He lowered his head to her swollen buds where his teeth nipped and grazed till she was trembling with hot desire for him.

He reached down to her pussy, and sunk two fingers into her slit finding it hot and wet. He moisture pouring out of her at every stroke of her clit. She moaned as she came closer to an orgasm that was wanting to quickly overtake her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked his mouth against hers.

"Not if it's to painful for you." She said breathlessly, still worried about his condition.

He moved on top of her, and ran his cock over her wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure, as that orgasm came closer. With that cry, he sank himself into her. He was still a little painful from using his cock as a battering ram that night, but she was so wet, it made it smooth and easy for him. She was so hot for him, she could feel her juices pouring out of her. Her body was thrusting up to meet his, and he groaned, but not in pleasure.

He was still to painfull for this and he found his strength waning. Suddenly she began to violently shake and she screamed in pleasure her body contorting under him. He used what remaining strength he had to help her get what she needed. When he rolled off of her, she knew he hadn't come.

"Are you all right?" It frightened her the way he collapsed off of her.

"I guess I wasn't as ready for this as I thought I was. His voice weary. "My mother always used to say I was a piggy little boy. Not much has changed I guess, but I'm glad you got what you needed."

Tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Oh sweetheart. I'm so sorry for what we've put you through. She held him, sobbing against his chest. "You're so forgiving."

He stroked her back. "Now that I know everything, I feel honored to be the father of the next generation of Kajali children. Not may men can say they fathered a race of peacemakers."

That was great!!!
:eek: Oh my gosh!!!

I wonder who it is?! (I trust in your good taste, thogh, sweets, so: come hither, whoever you are! I'd be happy to finish you off! :devil: :badgirl: )

*suddenly wonders if it could be Craig Parker* ;)2

:cry:
awww...
beautiful!!!!

sooo beautiful!!!!

When the curse was first placed on the Kajali, events that the Druids hadn't counted on became apparent. The children that were born of the beast were quite exceptional. They were vastly intelligent, talented and many were empaths. They would become peacemakers, knowing how to circumvent aggression before it could get out of hand.

The Druids started to realize that these children of the beast were a threat, so a plan was hatched to eliminate the chosen man and the virgins before conception could take place. Fortunately the plan was foiled, and from that time forward secrecy was strictly enforced.

Much to the distaste of the Kajali, the male was to be lured by the seductive beauty of the caretaker into a sexual liasion where he would be given the herbs that would incapacitate him enough for the beast to enter. The male chosen had to be young and strong enough to endure the entry of the beast, sexually virile enough to take three young virgins in a short period of time, and a will strong enough to help control the beasts more violent nature.

They often had to choose among the men in the area, sometimes they would have the caretaker go out of the area, and lure a man to her home. In all cases, to protect the men, and the girls he would impregnate, he could not be allowed to remember the events of that night. So the herbs given the men that enabled the beast to enter, were given in a different combination so the men would not remember the events of that evening.

These herbs, given and known only by The One, were dangerously potent, and could not be given again within 24 hours. When death quickly took the first man they gave these herbs to, the Kajali, who cherished life above all, were devastated. It was decided to keep the man with the caretaker until it was safe to give the herbs a second time.

The Druids did the best they could to destroy a race of people who's love of life, love, nature, and peace were their sole reason for existence. Yet the Kajali was able to to take all negitive aspects of their procreation, and make them positive. The Kahali children became very important among the members of the English sovereignty, who did all they could to keep peace within the Royal Court.

With time, it was Kajali children the leaders of the world went to for counsel. Many times they succeeded, many times they didn't. Unlike the children who were servants of the ritual and the caretaker, these children did not know who they were. They only knew what they wanted. It was the same thing the beast wanted.

Peace.

the end?


A good end for sure...
Of a brilliant story... but come one you gotta lift it now - who was it???

Or isn't it the end?

hmm.... Come on tell!! ;)

No this isn't the end. :laugh:

I will give up the name of the actor as well as putting a Finis at the end.

One more chapter to go. :yay:

Thanks for the change Laila. :x

Catwoman

*lol* ooops ;)

OMG, you changed your name! I like the new one, though *purr*

Nice exposition in that chappy! I really enjoyed the little bit of history ^_^

KWCW!

That was good...
I agree with Jb I also enjoyed the history part!!

^_^