Crown of Destiny

“Then use your magic, my lord, to bring them to us,” Nyura said sweetly.

And Kolgrim did. Both of Nyura’s cousins were astounded to suddenly find themselves in the castle of the Twilight Lord. Divsha was particularly delighted for she had been in the midst of being lectured by the Lord High Ruler’s master of protocol on how she should behave at Yamka’s wedding. Yamka was equally pleased, for she had been put into an enchanted sleep in her parents’ home from which Kolgrim now awakened her. She welcomed a final adventure before she must marry and become a staid Terahn matron.

When told what would be required of them, the two cousins chortled, quite pleased.

“Nyura watched us for months before she became bold enough to join in,” Divsha said. She turned to Nyura. “Do you remember the first time we did it together.”

“She released her juices so quickly,” giggled Yamka. “I hope she has learned better with you, my lord.”

“Show me what you did with her that first time,” Kolgrim suggested to them.

The three cousins stripped off their robes, and taking hands to form a circle, raised their hands and came together for a kiss. Then Divsha took Nyura into her arms, her lips playing with the lips beneath hers while Yamka reached out to fondle Nyura’s round breasts. Kolgrim stretched out upon the enormous bed and watched the trio through half-closed eyes. For a time they kissed and fondled each other’s bodies. Then finally the three young women fell upon the bed near Kolgrim.

They took turns mounting each other, and playing at being the male. They kissed each other on both lips and body. They licked and sucked upon each other’s lust orb. The three beautiful bodies intertwining with one another delighted him. Divsha with her big round breasts. Yamka’s delightful plump bottom, and his exquisite mate, Nyura. Their long hair, red-gold, blond and dark auburn mingled as they pleasured each other. Kolgrim watched avidly, his arousal becoming more evident as each moment passed. Finally with a wave of his hand he froze Divsha and Yamka, removing them temporarily from the bed to sit on floor cushions. Their blue, green eyes were unseeing.

Stretched out upon the bed, Nyura smiled at her mate. “That was a delicious interlude, my lord.” Her lips were swollen with her cousins’ kisses, and her sex was slick and wet to his dark gray eyes. “I am ready to receive your seed, my lord. Come! For I need you inside of me,” she whispered eagerly.

Kolgrim smiled down at her. “Do you love me, Nyura?” he asked her. A single finger of his hand stroked her slit lightly.

“Aye!” she answered him without any hesitation. “You are my world, my lord. I waited sixteen years for you. I am proud to be your chosen one.”

The finger found her lust orb, still half-swollen from her recent love games. He began to play with her, rubbing it, pinching it, until Nyura was squirming beneath his hand. Then when she began to moan Kolgrim quickly thrust two fingers into her. Nyura arched her body, attempting to gain relief, but he would not give it to her. He watched her struggling on his hand to reach surcease, but his goal was to fire her lust into an almost-unquenchable blaze.

“Pleasure me!” she begged him.

“You have said you would bear my son, Nyura,” he replied. “Do you understand that in creation there is pain, my pet?”

“I will do whatever you desire, my lord, if you will just give me pleasures,” Nyura promised him. “Please! I am burning for you.”

Kolgrim withdrew his fingers from her, and stroked her hair. “There, my pet, I will reward you shortly, but for now I want of you what your cousins had of you.” He put his dark head between her legs, and with his forked tongue began licking her lust orb.

“Ohhh, my lord!” Nyura sobbed as her lust began to burn higher.

The tongue slid deep into her wet silken sheath, stroking its walls, readying her for his entry. Nyura had no idea of what awaited her. Despite his own burgeoning need he had to make certain her body was perfectly prepared to receive his seed. Her juices were already flowing, and she moaned with her need. He felt the tiny sharp nodules beginning to erupt all over his cock. This only happened when a son was to be created. “Tell me you love and desire me, Nyura. Tell me again that you would gladly conceive my son,” he murmured hotly into her delicate little ear.

“Oh, my lord, how can you doubt that I love you? I do! I do! And I want you so desperately that I shall die if you do not soon fuck me! Seed me, I beg you! Seed me and give me your son, Kolgrim, my love! Seed me now!”

He did not hesitate, but drove himself hard into her. The sudden show of surprise within her gray-green eyes, her scream of pain, aroused him further. All the hidden nodules on his thrusting cock bloomed, their sharp points caressing her throbbing wet sheath cruelly. Nyura’s nails dug deep into his shoulders and raked down his back, bloodying him. Kolgrim’s mouth met hers in a searing kiss, his forked tongue wrapping itself about her tongue and squeezing it hard.

He ceased his movement briefly, and with a silent command the silver chains with their manacles dropped from the ceiling over the bed. Kolgrim quickly fastened the manacles about each of Nyura’s ankles, careful not to dislodge himself from her. The chains drew themselves back up as soon as she was secured. “And now, my pet,” he whispered to her, “we will begin again.”

“You did not tell me there would be pain,” Nyura sobbed.

“But I did, my pet. I warned you that in creation there is pain, and now there will be more pain than you can imagine. And you will scream for me, for only your cries of agony will force my seed forth from me to create my son.”

“Our son!” Nyura said, and then her screams filled the chamber as he began to thrust deeper and harder into her. At first she thought she would die before he was finished, but then suddenly Nyura realized her own lust was building as a result of the pain. She gasped, and then she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting down with all of her strength.

Kolgrim howled as a fresh wave of almost-unbearable lust rose up in him. He leaned back just briefly as she released his shoulder and slapped her hard several times. Nyura hissed ferociously at him, and laughing, he pistoned her all the harder, causing her to scream again, yet her cries now were more from her anger. But he needed her pain to succeed. Closing his eyes he felt himself growing in length and more nodules coming forth. Nyura’s scream now echoed pain again.

Outside the bedchamber a storm arose suddenly. Lightning flashed, and the thunder crashed louder than he had ever heard it. He caught her hands and pushed her arms above her head, pinioning her. His eyes opened to stare down at her. Her eyes were closed as she struggled to let the pain of their creation wash over her. “Open your eyes and look at me, Nyura!” he growled at her.

“I cannot!” she sobbed. The pain was terrible.

“Open your eyes! If you fail me this night I will kill you, my pet! Now open your eyes and look into mine,” he commanded. “If you are a good girl I will give you pleasures, Nyura. Now open your eyes!”

Her blue eyes looked up into his and she cried out with the pleasures that suddenly overwhelmed her. “I love you!” she cried out to him. “I love you!” And then Nyura realized that he no longer saw or heard her. He was concentrated on creating the child. The pain returned threefold, and she screamed. With each shriek he thrust into her harder and deeper, deeper and harder. Over and over and over again. Then suddenly his juices flooded her, hot and potent, its single seed bursting forth to bury itself in her womb, digging down, eliciting a single pained cry from her as it settled itself. The manacles unfastened from about her ankles, disappearing with their chains. Nyura’s legs fell to the mattress. She was more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.

The Lustlings hurried to refresh their private parts.

Kolgrim arose from her bed when they had finished. “You have been properly seeded, my pet. We will not come together again until the Completion Ceremony.”

“Will I not see you at all?” she asked in a quavering voice. “I love you.”

“I know that, my pet,” he said, his tone more kindly. “We will eat together, and we will talk together when I have time. But we will not take pleasures until after my son is safely delivered. Nothing must endanger the child.”

“My cousins?” Nyura said, pointing to the frozen silent figures of Divsha and Yamka. “Will you return them home now?”

“Not quite yet,” he said with a small smile. “The marriages contracted by you and your cousins bind us as