Cultivating Lilly Ch. 19

Literotic asexstories – Cultivating Lilly Ch. 19 by Triton4673,Triton4673
IN THIS CHAPTER: Lucia is sent by Mother on an important journey. Lost in the woods, Lucia is thrown from her horse. Lucia is taken to the home of three woodsmen who contemplate her corks. Recovering from her night in the woods, Lucia is amazed to the see the love the woodsmen are capable of. When a woodsman’s enormous cock drips, Lucia’s body reacts to his essence. Seizing an opportunity to escape, Lucia nearly losses her life. The woodsmen penetrate Lucia with thier cocks at the same time. Transformed, Lucia astonishes the clan’s congregation and changes the fate of women working in Sweden’s sex trade. Lilly comes to a realization. The men of the Vatspalt family have their way with their budding concubine, perforating Lilly with their four cocks at once.

The Swedish words for pussy (snippa, fitta, slidan), cock (kuk), cork (korka) and completely (igen) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

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Lilly took a sip of schnapps. They were all relaxing on the sofa and in the wingback chairs, their feet resting on the ottoman. “I can’t imagine doing something like that. I have to beg my parents to go to the mall with Cassy.”

“Times were very different back then,” said Uncle Lars. “It was common for young adults to have much greater responsibilities than they do today.”

“They had to,” said Gustov. “There was simply too much work to get done for the parents to handle it on their own.”

“Technology didn’t exist in Lucia’s time,” said Uncle Lars. They spent some time talking about a world without convenience and when the conversation lulled, Momma continued.

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Lucia didn’t realize she was lost. Even though it was snowing hard, the road to Lotteburg was something she knew like the back of her hand. She turned at the trees she knew and recalled walking along the frozen stream until passing her neighbor’s house. But then the horse startled because the path ended at a steep hill she’d never come across. Lucia tried turning back but all of the landmarks were gone. For hours she searched but couldn’t get her bearings. The snow had slowed and it drifted lazily between the trees; the air filled with tiny sparks as the flakes glinted in the pale moonlight. Wolves howled in the distance, but otherwise the world was silent. She heard a branch snap under the weight of ice and the horse bolted. She was thrown from its back and then there was nothing but darkness.

She dreamed she was floating, the night sky clear and filled with stars. She was cold but couldn’t summon the strength to move before drifting off.

“You’ll be okay, young one.” It was a man’s voice. Deep and somber and warm, like her father’s. She thought that perhaps she had died and now she was with him. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a simple farmhouse, the windows glowing in the dark night. She tried to move and the man said, “Stay still. We are almost out of the cold.” The world went dark again.

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Lucia awoke slowly. She saw orange ripples across a dark lake and as her vision cleared she saw through the water and realized she was looking at her breasts; her nipples stiff and cresting like two small islands breaking through the water’s smooth surface. She was nude and in a large soaking tub. Her head was heavy and it took great effort to lift it. When she did, she saw a stone fireplace with a hearty fire going. The tub was close enough to keep the water warm. Lolling her head, she started in surprise.

A man sat in a nearby chair, watching her intently. He was well built and his face was hidden behind a mane of long blond hair and an impressive beard. It was difficult to determine his age although there was great wisdom in his eyes. “Ola,” he said, “She’s waking up. Get Stefan.” Lucia struggled to keep her head up and glimpsed another man, this one as well built as the first, exiting the room. And then her world went quiet again.

She felt herself lifted from the tub as if she weighed nothing at all. She couldn’t seem to open her eyes but knew she had been placed on a soft bed. She felt her ankles lifted and spread and she was too weak to prevent it from happening. She heard their voices but didn’t understand what they were saying. They looked at her bunny den and then between the cheeks of her fox hovel before tucking her beneath a heavy layer of blankets that enveloped her nakedness. The warmth of the fire felt wonderful.

“Do you think she will survive?”

“It’s difficult to know. She was very likely laying in the snow for hours.”

“Let her sleep. She needs the rest.”

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A weak blue light shown through the cloudy window. Lucia wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep. She was nude, wrapped in thick blankets and was comfortably warm. She rolled over on the bed and saw them: two large men; larger than any man she knew from town. Broad chested, muscled but lean. Their waists were narrow and they were tall. They had full beards and long hair in different colors: black and blond. They were eating and Lucia was suddenly famished. She groaned and they turned.

“She didn’t die,” said black.

“Once her fever broke, it was more likely she would survive than die,” said blond.

She groaned again and she heard a third voice. “I think she’s trying to say something.” Lucia turned her head and saw him. He was in a large tub by the fire. He was as well-built as the other two but his hair was deep red. “Stefan, help her to sit up.”

The man with black hair stood and seemed to cross the room with one step. He bent to her and Lucia was stuck by his beautiful blue eyes. The power they transmitted made her heart flutter. He smelled of oak and grass and it was entirely pleasant. Like the blond man, he wore little in the way of clothing, despite it being the middle of winter. His arms were tree trunks and knotted with muscles. As were his legs. Without a thought to her nudity, he pulled back the covers and made no effort to conceal his enjoyment of looking at her body. “Let’s sit you up.”

He pulled Lucia up by slipping his enormous hands under her arms. “She hardly weighs a stone,” he said as he fluffed the pillow and gently laid her against the headboard. He pulled the covers up around her waist and went back to the table.

Lucia tried to move her arms to cover her breasts but they were too heavy. The three men stared at her. These were the woodsmen she’d heard tales of, she was sure of it. Fear rose up from her stomach as she recalled the stories. For the first time, she was thankful for being corked. The gods would protect her.

“Ola,” said red, “get the girl some stew. She’s half starved. You can see her ribs.”

The blond man got up from the table and went to the caldron hanging over the fire. “Yes, yes, Peter,” he said with annoyance in his voice. “I wouldn’t want to disturb your bath.” When Lucia saw him scoop the stew into the bowl her stomach churned. She didn’t realize how good the room smelled and the red headed man was correct, she was starving.

Ola dragged a chair by Lucia’s bed and held the bowl beneath her chin as he put the spoon to her mouth. The stew was more delicious than anything she could remember and she moaned with pleasure before quickly opening her mouth again. “She’s like a baby bird,” he said.

“Yes, but one that can’t fly,” said Peter. He stood up in the tub and Lucia saw his peg. She had seen plenty of them in the saloon but this man’s, even soft, was larger than anything she’d ever seen before. It swung halfway down his thigh and slapped against it heavily as he stepped out of the tub. She was surprised to see he had no thatch of hair around it and his fruits, nearly the size of plumbs, were also smooth and hairless. He stood in front of the fire, its warmth drying him, and looked at her. “She’s the size of a baby sparrow. But far more beautiful.”

The men looked at her openly, curiously. Ola fed her the stew and she watched Peter as he stood in front of the fire. Gazing at her, she saw his peg was hardening and was astonished at its size. It was astoundingly powerful looking and she couldn’t take her eyes away from it. Pointing straight out from his muscled stomach, the fat, pink head was nearly the size of her clenched fist. Dark blue veins, thick and pulsing, wrapped around the length of the shaft, which was as wide as Lucia’s wrist. It continued to rise until it bumped against his toned abdominal muscles, the fat head standing tall and halfway to his chest. It was monstrous and well beyond anything she’d ever spied at the saloon. She finally looked down to the bowl and saw a similar organ emerging from Ola’s robes. It thumped solidly against the wooden bed frame bed when he moved.

Peter looked at her and started to stroke himself, his manhood achieving its fully awakened state. Lucia croaked out a word but she didn’t make sense. She tried again. “Where am I?”

“You are here,” said Stefan.

“In our house,” Peter said.

“Eat, young one,” Ola said, pushing the spoon to her mouth. But Lucia turned away.

“Where am I?”

The men looked at each other and then back to her. “We found you in the woods,” Ola said.

“I was going to Lotteburg,” she said. “To get some food. How far are we from Lotteburg?”

Peter looked confused. “We don’t know of such a place.”

“You were nearly frozen and we expected you to die,” said Stefan.”

“Are we close to Helmsburg?” She asked. “That’s where I’m from.” They had surrounded her bed now, their massive bodies filling her view.

Ola set the stew aside and gently tugged the bed cover from Lucia’s hands, exposing her fully. He said, “But we had to try and save you.” He looked away, as if embarrassed at providing such information, and his gaze fell upon her bunny den.

Tears welled in Lucia’s eyes. “Please do not do what you’re thinking.”

“What are we thinking,” asked Stefan. And then his giant hand was upon her breast, squeezing gently. His skin was warm and there was no menace in his actions but she was still frightened. Her flesh tingled beneath his hand and her nipples went taut. “You’re pleasant to touch,” he said.

“I’m a Forever Virgin. You aren’t supposed to do this to me.” Lucia was weeping, defeated. Surely they would see her corks and understand. Ola took hold of her other breast. “My bunny den…” The room turned on its side and she fell into a warm darkness. She was pleased that she wouldn’t be awake when they defiled her innocence. Her last thought before drifiting off was of the cleric’s face, frozen in surprise, when he discoved these three men had torn her open with their pegs.

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Lilly looked at the gleaming statue on the dining room table, the figures pulsing and moving in the flickering candlelight. “Did they have their way with her? Did they…um, rape Lucia?” Twirling a pigtail, Lilly considered Lucia’s situation. Although she’d enjoyed rape fantasies while masturbating – often thinking about multiple men holding her down and fucking her savagly – at the moment, her special place was tight and dry and the appliance didn’t feel comfortable.

Momma said, “Let Uncle Lars finish.”

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Lucia heard noises, like large animals crashing through the forest and she opened her eyes. There was growling and rustling and deep, guttural groans. Rolling over she saw them, Peter, Ola and Stefan doing something she’d never seen before.

They were naked, their powerful bodies entwined and moving in passionate rhythm. Lucia was stunned. This was something she had learned in church. Men were not permitted to commit such actions against each other. These acts were permitted only between husbands and wives, Peggers and their visitors.

Lucia lay quietly watching them and marveling at what was playing out before her.

She slowly came to the realization that what she was witnessing was beautiful. They were almost unnaturally attractive and their love for each other was as obvious as Mother and Father when she had glimpsed them doing the same things to each other.

Watching them made Lucia’s bunny den warm and wet and beneath the covers she slid a hand between her thighs. Spreading her legs, she discovered her korkas in place. She said a silent prayer that the gods had protected her as she watched the men pleasure each other on the table. Her blossom was firm and sensitive and she stifled a moan into her pillow as she massaged it. She cupped her breast with her free hand and pivoted her hips beneath the covers, grinding her bunny den against her calloused fingers.

In another moment, after the men completed their act with forceful jets of their milk shooting from their beautiful pegs, Lucia’s happiness arrived and she cried out, forgetting to hide her face. The men took no notice, which she appreciated because she wasn’t done pleasuring herself. What these men were doing was incredibly arousing. She rubbed her blossom and ground her knees together; her korkas bloated and moving within her body.

Another wave of happiness crashed inside her bunny den and throughout her body. She moaned with pleasure as her body found a rhythm in its happiness, involuntarily hitching and hiccuping as the waves slowly subsided. When she finally settled, she looked at the table. The men were watching her.

Unknowingly, she had kicked the covers from her body, her legs were spread, one hand buried in her bunny den, the other grasping a breast, a nipple pinched and twisted between her finger tips (just like Mother). But she was too exhausted to hide herself and too overwhelmed with arousal to care. It was also an often-requested show she provided to her customers in the tavern. Instead, a heavy relaxation took over and she went limp, a crooked grin on her lips. “That was beautiful,” she said to them. “Thank you.”

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“The woodsmen were gay?” Lilly asked. The twist in the story had caught her off-guard. She assumed the men would force themselves on Lucia. A dark part of her was hoping for it.

“That’s what Lucia believed,” Gustov said. “At least initially.”

“So the stories about the girls going into the woods and being, um, gang raped weren’t true?”

Lars said, “That was something that happened back then; there is no-doubt of it.”

“It was not illegal for men to force themselves on women during this time,”

Momma said. “It’s sad and terrifying to think about, but it’s also true. We are talking about a time in history when females had no rights and rape was simply a part of the cultural fabric.”

Gustov said, “We don’t really know for sure. Typically there is always some truth to stories that are passed on over generations. So it’s possible these were the woodsmen Lucia had heard about. But if they were, they didn’t do any such thing to her.”

“I don’t think they were the woodsmen Lucia had heard of,” said Cassy. “They were saints, or maybe angels.”

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“For what?” Peter asked. He was breathing heavily, as were the other two. They were bathed in sweat, which was shiney in the dancing flames coming from the fireplace. They had flopped heavily into the chairs around the table, their pegs still stiff and alluring. Stefan absently stroked his.

“For allowing me to watch,” she said.

Lucia finally found the strength to pull the covers over herself and made to do so when Ola said, “Please don’t cover yourself.”

“We like looking at you,” Stefan said.

“Keep your thighs spread,” said Peter.

Lucia did as she was told. Requests like Peter’s were common in the saloon and she was comfortable when it came obeying. She was also still frightened of these men. But were they really her saviors? She said, “The church doesn’t allow men to do that to each other.”

They looked at each other and Peter shrugged. “We know nothing of this thing you call church and we abide by no one but ourselves.”

“What we do with each other feels natural,” said Ola. Lucia considered what it might mean to not follow the guidance of the gods and it made her uncomfortable. The gods protected and provided and maintained order. They provided purpose.

Peter asked, “What purpose do the gods provide?”

Lucia gasped. Could they read her thoughts? Most certainly not. “Why did you ask such a question?”

Peter shrugged. “It seemed appropriate to ask.”

Stefan said, “We live here and we provide for ourselves. The gods have never sought vengeance upon us for our actions.”

“Why has corkwood been placed within your body, Lucia?” It was Ola.

Lucia blinked. “I never mentioned my name.” The men looked at each other. They said nothing.

“The corkwood, Lucia,” Ola repeated. “Why is it placed between your legs?”

Perhaps they had pegged her while she was unconscious. She recalled them spreading her legs before falling into helpless darkness.

“We thought it would be enjoyable to push ourselves inside you, but we discovered the wood and found it curious that such a thing would be placed inside such a beautiful creature. The softness between a girl’s thighs is meant for a man’s pleasure.”

She was confused and frightened. “The church,” she said, “has deemed me a Forever Virgin. The korka wood is there to preserve my virginity. In…in both places.” Peter and Ola and Stefan exchanged looks and then burst into laughter.

Peter slapped his enormous thigh and proclaimed, “That is utterly foolish!”

Lucia was taken aback. “It is not foolish. It’s church doctrine.” She sat up now, anger rising in her voice. “I am proud to be a Forever,” which wasn’t true at all but she knew better than to speak against the church.

Stefan was weeping as he laughed. “It is natural for such couplings to take place. It is pleasurable and enjoyable and meant to be.”

Lucia was shaking her head. Looking at the fire, she said quietly, “That is something for husbands to enjoy with their wives and Peggers. I am not meant for such pleasure.”

“A creature of your beauty, Lucia, is meant for exactly that kind of pleasure.” Ola looked into Lucia’s eyes earnestly.

“That men are denied from taking pleasure upon you is as preposterous as you being unable to enjoy a similar fate,” said Stefan.

“You are curious, Lucia, about it,” Peter said. “We witnessed your interest as you lay upon the bed and touched yourself.”

“You want to touch us, Lucia,” said Stefan. Lucia’s eyes went big. They could read her thoughts. She shrank back into the bed.

“You can’t know that,” she said.

“We do know that,” Peter said. He stood and walked to Lucia’s bedside. His peg was still rock hard and he said, “You are welcome to touch me.”

Lucia was astonished. “How can you know such a thing?”

Again, the men shrugged. “These are things we simply understand,” said Peter. He pushed his hips forward, the tip of his peg was now very close to Lucia’s face. It filled her vision; the head fat and wet and beautiful. He took hold of it, hefting his member loosely in his large hand, the end flopping. A large drop was flung from the tip and landed on Lucia’s bottom lip. It tingled and she unconsciously licked, drawing it into her mouth. Another drop of his milky essence fell onto the bed. “Do you want to touch me?”

“It’s forbidden. I’m a Forever Virgin.” Lucia shook her head, sliding a hand to her bunny den. “It is why I am korka.”

The men laughed. Stefan asked, “Why would the gods care about such a small deed? It is only natural to touch.”

Ola said, “What will the gods do to you, Lucia, if you were to touch us?”

“The church says I will be punished.”

“And what punishment might that be?”

“I…will no longer be pure. The Gods will no longer accept me into their kingdom.”

“That is foolishness,” Peter said. “Go ahead and touch it. After all, why would the gods have reason to punish such a tiny thing as you? I would imagine they have other matters to attend to than a girl touching a man’s body.”

Although she was very intrigued, she fought against the impulse to take his rapier in her hand. “No,” she said. “I won’t do it.”

Peter shrugged and walked back to the table. “You are a silly creature, Lucia.”

The men talked with each other and ignored her and Lucia eventually pulled the covers over her nakedness and lay down. She felt too weak to get up and had no idea where she would go. Her mouth tingled and she felt light headed; her bunny den was leaking down her thighs and soaking the bed coverings.

She thought about what she’d seen and what the men said about touching. Surely the gods were very busy concerning themselves with more important matters than her safety. Otherwise they would have destroyed these men or freed her from them. She wondered if the Gods had deemed her capture for another reason. As she lay there, she took in their pegs and the desire to feel one between her thighs was overwhelming.

She wondered if what the men said held more truth than she was willing to admit. She eyed the glistening white blob Peter had deposited on the bed sheet. Pulling the sheet to her mouth, she touched her tongue to it and was surprised at the pleasant tingle she felt. Sucking the sheet, she felt a mild numbing pleasantness fill her mouth and then her head, as if she were starting to float. Her heart beat faster and between her thighs her happiness was sudden and unexpected.

She fought to keep from making any noise, even as her hips convulsed. Swallowing Peter’s milk, her body tingled from head to toe and she rolled over, turning away from the men, because she needed to touch herself and used the motion as a ruse. Staring at the rock wall, Lucia’s eyes went blurry and the world tilted and she fell into a deep sleep even as she continued to rub her bunny den. She never heard herself making her happy noises, but Ola, Peter and Stefan did.

They quietly crept over to Lucia’s bedside and drew back the blankets to watch. The tiny girl opened her legs and moaned seductively and all three men enjoyed this very much. Ola gently took Lucia’s breasts in his hands, his thick fingers digging into the supple, creamy flesh. Her nipples grew stiff as he played with them. He wasn’t worried about waking the girl up; she was under a sleep spell. However, the way she was reacting to the spell was different.

There had been other human girls; many of them. None had ever been impaled with korkas and all had hair between their legs. When these human girls were under the sleep spell, they never moved the way this tiny creature did. The way she moved was exciting. Her dark hair swept across her beautiful face and she thrust her breasts forward as dreams filled her head. Between her legs, there was no hair and all three men found this intriguing. They had discussed this while Lucia slept and all came to the same conclusion, they preferred a girl be presented this way.

Usually, when they found a girl, or sometimes took one from her home, once the sleep spell was cast, she ceased to move, even when they slid their cutlasses between her thighs. Her eyes might open, and she would make the sounds that were expected when her moment arrived. But these girls were limp and without passion. Hours later, the girl would awake, covered in their creamy extract, her womb full of it, and either find her way home or wander off into the woods, never to be seen again. But Lucia was different, and the way she moved made his peg stand at attention. He noted the same of his brothers’.

“I’m going to take that silly wood from her,” Stefan said as Lucia writhed atop the bed. We should push ourselves inside this beautiful creature.”

Ola said, “No, for she is frightened and confused.”

“Ola,” said Stefan, “they are always frightened. Why is this one different? Is this because she has the korkas?”

Ola scratched his chin. “I am not sure. But she is behaving differently. Look at how she is acting under the sleep spell.”

“I don’t care for her feeleings,” Peter said. He was masturbating and looking intently at Lucia’s breasts. “She would feel differently if she let us do this to her.”

After contemplating for a moment, and watching Lucia’s naked body, he nodded his head. “I believe we should touch her…a little.” The other men agreed and Lucia smiled in her sleep as the corkwood was gently pulled from her frothing bunny den.

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A hollow thunking sound woke her from a deep and dream-filled sleep. From the moment her eyes had closed, it seemed she dreamt of the three men taking her virginity. In her dreams, she should have been frightened, but she wasn’t. They pegged her over and over, one after another, and she found she didn’t care. Her happiness came again and again as they pushed their powerful pegs into her bunny den and fox hovel and mouth. They spouted within her and she was filled with their warmth and one dream led to another which formed into another. The thunking she heard in her dream was her head pushing against the headboard as Ola drove into her.

Warm sunshine streamed through the farmhouse window. Lucia couldn’t recall the last time she had seen the sun and enjoyed the warmth on her face. She could see a sliver of blue sky between the ragged curtains. Rolling over, she saw the room was empty. Her head hurt. The fire had grown small but the house was still warm. The sun was warming the stone walls. Lucia sat up with surprising strength. “Hello?” The blankets had been removed and she lay naked on the bed.

More thunking and muted talking, followed by an occasional laugh. She recognized the voices. She looked around the room for her clothes but didn’t see them. She stood and was surprised at how strong she felt. With the men outside, she wandered the room and found nothing of real interest. There was a door beyond the soaking tub and she walked through it to find their bedroom, which was large. Three enormous beds were placed against the walls. In the center were devices she was familiar with; they were what the Forevers were often bound to during their performances. Various ropes and shackles were affixed to them. What she didn’t find were her clothes.

Exiting their bedroom she looked around the space and found a large knife on the table. Picking it up, she realized it would do no good. Even if she was able to injure or perhaps kill one of them, the other two would easily overpower her and Lucia wasn’t sure what they would do to her if she tried such an attack. Tears filled her eyes as she realized how helpless she was. She walked across the room, wondering why the gods were not looking out for her, and opened the front door.

Warm sunlight splashed across her face. Looking up, she saw a cloudless blue sky. Lush, green grass fell across the stone path leading from the front door. She heard a hard thunk and turned to see Ola cutting logs for firewood. Peter and Stefan were stacking them against the house. They were working hard and sweating. Looking past them, a dark fog seemed to hover just beyond the fence line of their house.

It was now or never.

She ran as fast as she could. She heard one of the men call her name but she ignored them.

Covering the ground quickly, she ran across the small yard, her breasts bouncing as she went. Pushing through the wood gate, she ran into the fog and was stopped instantly by the bitter wind. Snow flurried and she looked down to see her bare feet covered in the white, icy powder almost to her knees. She would freeze in no time at all. Turning back, she saw the sunshine through the fog, began to cry, and quickly made her way back to the woodsmen’s house.

Stepping from the winter to summer was instant, although her body felt frozen to its core. She entered the clearing and the men rushed to her side as she fell to the ground. Peter scooped her up in his powerful arms and held her close to his warm body while Ola and Stefan wrapped her feet in their massive hands and vigorously rubbed. “Lay her on the chopping block,” said Stefan.

Peter knocked the log and axe off the block and gently lay Lucia across its expanse. Her body was trembling badly and her lips were turning blue. She felt the coldness creeping through her body and knew she was going to die. Her heart, thumping loudly in her ears, was slowing.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Stefan asked. But Lucia couldn’t answer. Her body was racked with violent trembles. Darkness was creeping into her vision as if she were being buried alive.

“Ola, Stefan, take Lucia’s hands and place them on your chests. Quickly, or she will die.”

The other two nodded. “Yes! Good idea, Peter.” They each took one of her hands, their warmth welcoming and radiant, and placed it on their chests. Luxurious heat shot up her arms and she gasped. When she did this, Peter pushed his kuk into her mouth. “Just suckle from it, Lucia. Draw it inside your body.”

Lucia had no choice as he held her head in place with his powerful hands. He was overtly large and the head of his member filled her mouth entirely. Swirling her tongue around it, she felt the beast harden until she was nearly gagging on it. Finally, she nursed a drop or two like a baby to its mother’s swollen teat.

Swallowing his essence, her heart felt as if a jolt of lightning had pierced it.

Her head felt hot and warmth bolted through her legs like a spark. The heat reached her bunny den and fox hovel at the same moment and her back arched violently as her happiness exploded outward with a force she’d never experienced before. Her korkas dislodged and rolled off the chopping block. She cried out in passionate release and tried pulling her body inward, but they held her fast against their skin; Peter’s delicious peg firmly shoved in her mouth, his essence dripping like dew from a leaf. A tidal wave crashed again, this one sending shockwaves throughout her body, which felt as if it were vibrating. Her vision had cleared and now she felt as if she could see every detail in the world in lustrous, brilliant color, and then the men released her. Peter withdrew his kuk; the long, thick shaft emerged like a hardened needle from Lucia’s mouth. His fount splashed across her face and chest as she coughed on his delicious extract.

Lucia curled into a tight ball atop the chopping block and then stretched her limbs straight out as another wave of happiness crashed. Her body was no longer cold. It was bathed in sweat. Her heaving breasts shimmered as she sucked in gulps of the sweet summer air.

As the world slowly came back into focus one thought rose in her mind that was as crystal clear as any glacier; desire. Lucia spread her legs and this was the right thing to do. She didn’t hear the cleric telling her she was a Forever Virgin. She didn’t fear the gods’ reprisal. She required the essence from these beautiful men. She was ravenous for it. The thick, salty liquid was nothing but fulfillment and satisfaction. Her womb tingled and her heart swelled.

Digging between the flushed folds of her bunny den, Lucia found her blossom, wormed her fingers into the opening and was shocked. “My korkas,” she said, “they’re gone.

“You are free of their bondage,” said Stefan. “They are useless and bothersome.”

She nodded and smiled and a great understanding of a larger life opened before her astonished eyes. She said, “Thank you for saving me.”

“You need to rest now,” Ola said. “Peter, carry her inside.

“No,” she said. “The sunlight; it’s beautiful. Please allow me to remain here.”

“As you wish,” said Peter.

She saw the worry on their beautiful faces and knew of their deep love for her. It warmed her more than their touch and she smiled up at them.

Reading her thoughts again, they said, “Yes, we love you, Lucia.”

“And I love you,” she said. “And I understand.”

At this they looked confused for a moment as they traded glances. Stefan asked, “Understand what?”

She giggled at a thought and then turned serious. “That there is nothing wrong with touching each other.”

They smiled down at her. Ola said, “Yes, little one. It always has been this way.”

“To be denied such pleasure is not as any gods ever intended,” said Peter.

“I understand,” she repeated. Reaching beneath his robe she took hold of his heavy peg and began to stroke it. “Ola,” she said, and then pulled his robe aside and took the tip of his peg into her mouth as she parted her thighs. Stefan lifted her ankles and spread them apart.

Lucia cried tears of joy as the tip of Stefan’s enlarged peg brushed against the folds of her bunny den. “Fill me,” she said. “Fill me.”

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Lilly was looking at the statue as she spoke. “They made love to her.” The ending wasn’t really surprising. She’d guessed as much hours earlier, while eating dinner. “All at once.”

Momma said, “And it continued for the 12 days and nights Lucia stayed with the woodsmen.”

“The story goes that as they ejaculated inside her, Lucia became stronger. She grew taller and her body transformed from a weak, emaciated young woman, to a powerful goddess,” said Gustov.

“Over the course of the 12 days, the men had sex with Lucia day and night, not stopping to even eat,” Daddy said. “They filled her with their sperm continuously and when the men ejaculated in one place they would rotate like planets revolving around the sun and begin again. She nursed from their penises and their sperm was all she needed to survive.”

Lars took over. “On Christmas Eve, as the town congregated at church, Lucia strode through the doors. She wore a flowing translucent red dress and was covered in a long red cape. Upon her head was a ruby-encrusted crown, even the whites of her eyes had taken a pinkish hue. Although the dress covered her feet, she seemed to hover across the floor rather than walk. The congregation was startled and sank away from the center aisle. The cleric cowered on the altar as the imposing goddess approached.

It was only her mother who recognized the powerful woman with her daughter’s eyes and she gasped. Lucia stood tall over the cleric and when he protested that she had taken the altar, she gently lifted him from the ground but never laid a hand upon him and the congregation was frozen in awe. She whispered into his ear for some moments and when she was finished he nodded and said, “Saint Lucia.” It’s not known exactly what Lucia said to him but as she strode out of the church, she stopped to hug her mother and then she was gone.”

“No one from Lucia’s town ever saw her again,” said Lars. “But by the new year, church doctrine had been changed. Forever Virgins were a thing of the past and women were allowed to remarry if their husband died.”

“Or, if they found they could provide for themselves and their families, they could continue working as prostitutes,” said Momma. “It’s believed that some of them eventually purchased the saloons they worked in and became Sweden’s first independent businesswomen.”

“The story goes that Lucia visited all the churches in Sweden that night and used her powers to make the clerics see the error in their teachings,” said Gustov. “By January 1st, the unending winter had lifted and spring flowers had begun to burst through the melting snow, which was something that had never happened in recorded history before then and hasn’t happened since.”

“Forever Virgins across Sweden were uncorked and could marry, if that was the path they chose,” Daddy said. “Many did marry, but often to other former Forevers. They didn’t need a man to provide for them or offer security.”

Lilly didn’t need the Vatspalts to explain the relevance of Lucia’s story. She was ready and they knew she was ready. The moment had finally arrived. She loved and trusted them and could admit what she wanted without fear. Her first time would be on her terms, with these men…at the same time.

She knew they wouldn’t hurt her; they would go slowly. As they had undoubtedly done with Louise and Cassy; they would position her properly. They were a loving family who followed a path of sharing each other completely and she was finally mature enough to understand there was nothing wrong with this. It was obvious this approach wasn’t wrong; it was simply their way. She also now understood what Cassy meant when she said there were other activities to celebrate after dinner.

Scooting off the wingback chair, Lilly stood and slowly rolled her shoulders so that her gown slid down her body with a whisper. It pooled in a shimmering pond at her ankles. She looked toward Momma. “Will they be careful with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Momma said with tears in her eyes.

“The most careful ever,” said Uncle Lars. He had stood and was removing his blazer.

Lilly’s special place stirred as she crawled onto her hands and knees atop the ottoman. Placing her head on the tufted cushion, she arched her back so that her special place and bottom were exposed to her second family. She had been training for a long time and by simply relaxing her muscles and pushing, she dislodged the device and it fell heavily between her knees, a wet trail following as it slid to the floor.

“They will go slowly,” said Momma.

“I know,” Lilly responded as she rose to her knees on the tufted cushion; making some room for what she knew was about to happen.

“You can decide where you want us to be,” said Gustov. He was standing and removing his jacket, as was Daddy. Even Erik was disrobing.

“Uncle Lars, will you lay across the ottoman? I want you in my special place…in my snippa.”

Uncle Lars smiled. “It would be my honor.”

“And Daddy will be in my bottom.”

“Of course he will, sweetheart,” said Momma.

“Erik and Dr. Malstrom, um, Gustov, I would love to take you both in my mouth.

“We will pick up where we left off in my office,” said Gustov.

Lilly smiled. “I would like that…very much.” She unconsciously licked her lips.

The men undressed and Lilly looked to Cassy, who was sitting in the other wingback chair. Her best friend spread her thighs and tilted her head back as Louise went to her knees and began licking the folds of her little sister’s pussy. Lilly said, “I’m glad we met.”

“Me too.”

Lilly crawled atop Uncle Lars, his beautiful kuk brushing against her petals as she positioned herself over him. Taking his dick in her hand, he trembled at her touch and she nearly came. And then she gasped as Momma gently pushed down on her shoulders down so that she could seat herself properly. Arching her back, Lilly moaned; a pleasant grin on her face. It was exquisite. Her nipples were needle points and Momma’s small hands came around her ribcage and sqeezed her breasts. Lilly moaned as she tentatively started to ride her uncle. “He feels wonderful inside me.”

“I know, honey,” Momma said. And then she guided Lilly forward and Uncle Lars kissed her deeply as Momma’s tongue snaked inside her butthole. Lilly moaned into Uncle Lars’ mouth as Momma worked. And then her eyes went wide and she hiccuped when Daddy pushed his kuk deep inside her asshole.

“Oh. My. God!”

Pulling away from her sister’s cunt, Louise watched as Lilly’s virginity was taken. She smiled. “It feels good, doesn’t it?

Uncle Lars and Daddy had started to gently thrust and Lilly said, “So fucking good.”

Momma didn’t scold her concubine. This wasn’t the right moment. The discipline would come later, when their toy was bound to the brace that was currently in the living room. Gustav would later roll it into the family room. Cassy and Louise would clasp Lilly to it while Momma affixed the clamps to their toy’s strawberry nipples. She would tug the chain until Lilly wimpered.

But first the men would open Lilly properly, expelling their sperm in great founts within her lithe body; filling her mouth and her asshole and her womb.

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Despite all the preparation and training, as each kuk pushed inside her body, Lilly came to understand something very clearly: Her fingers, or Cassy’s toy unicorn, or Gustov’s instruments, or even her beloved bottle, were not at all comparable to the enjoyment of their warm bodies enveloping and penetrating hers.

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