A Primitive Hope Ch. 03

"We are not the first of our kind to roam this earth." Mother began. "Thousands of years ago, before time was recorded, our mothers embraced their inner truths and fled from the bloody hand of mankind. Exhausted of war, poverty, and suffering... they sought the truth in their hearts, and began their own race... their own people. So when our mothers landed on the island of Eileithyia, they colonized and befriended the natives in a peaceful way." She explained.

I listened with profound interest.

"After several years, our mothers meshed with the native women there and realized there needed to be offspring to populate their tropical island and foster a community of peace and love. The native women were strong and powerful, twice the size of the native men. Soon, the tribeswomen banished the remaining men and created a torrid method for a woman to impregnate another naturally. Through ancient rituals and vehement lovemaking, the chosen mothers would submit to a three day ritual of conception with their mates... sometimes violent and primitive, this ritual concluded with a child bore from love and devotion by their mothers."

This sounded too good to be true. I was like a fourth grader listening to the most amazing story ever.

"This dynasty has lasted unto this day, and by shrewd diplomacy and obscure methods, our island is intact and thriving." She explained.

"So what you have felt... the impulse to make a woman pregnant, is nothing peculiar. It's not just for men to feel. Women who have embraced their natural instincts also experience this natural ambition to embody themselves inside their mates." mother said. "You know as well as I do that we secretly crave for pregnancy... its only something a woman can understand... a lifelong compulsion to nurture, protect, and love."

Her words melted my heart... she was absolutely right. For so long, I too craved that ultimate act of conception with the one that you love. I gave up a couple of years ago when I was married, but now, this new way of life here at the compound had made me reborn. By the primitive way of life and hard work, I had re-connected with my primal instincts to become a mother and wife... to the right woman.

"So you... your parents were two women?" I naively asked in breathless expectation.

"Yes." Mother nodded with a smile, handing me an old photograph of a beautiful couple taken when she was just a child.

Oh my God... no wonder she exuded such grace and finesse. Now it all made perfect sense.

"And it is destiny that you came here, my love... for you are to bear Kallisto's (Cindi's) children... as many as she craves... and one day, your first born shall become Queen of our domain." Mother continued. "The drink you had last night contained an ancient herb that enhances one's instincts, and that's what Cindi will have when you both go to Eileithyia. It will draw out her primal instincts to impregnate you. Nothing else will matter to her except giving you a child."

I broke down in tears. This was all I had ever hoped to hear someone say to me. That I would become Cindi's wife and bearer of her children... our love would forever be manifested in living and breathing testaments of our eternal love. Mother embraced me, loving me as I wept openly. This was every little girl's dream... to marry the "one".

"But how? I mean, its impossible for a woman to make a girl pregnant." I asked.

"Nature finds a way, trust me. The natives will spell it all out when you arrive." Mother answered. "Don't try to solve the mystery, my love. Enjoy it, relish it as you did last night."

"Oh mother, I did. God yes, I did so much." I thankfully avowed as we embraced. "Part of me wishes that I really did give you a child."

Mother sighed, glowing in tender understanding. "I know," she began. "I do as well."

Just then, I heard the elevator doors part open as mother and I turned to see the most beautiful Goddess I ever set eyes on... Cindi. There she stood, tall and proud dressed in a shredded and soiled loincloth. I heard myself catch my breath, astonished by Cindi's mammoth size... that valiant chest, wide and thick... the incredible "V" taper from her broad shoulders to her small waist. I fell to my knees in pure adoration and honor.

I had waited for endless months just to see her once more. I toiled and struggled to become worthy enough to earn the right to become her blushing bride... from the first night we shared in that dark and foul engine room, to now... it was worth every second of it. I took in the awe of her magnificent nudity... sharp rigid muscles... her toned, polished flat chest... she was my warrior... my brave hero... my Knight in shining armor... and I loved everything she had become, and more. She looked so perfectly sexy in that crude loincloth, barely hiding her pussy.

Like a hapless teenager, I ran to her open arms as those beefy muscles aptly held me. Like some scene from a sweeping romantic epic, I at last felt her lips to mine as those hunky arms and colossal shoulders surrounded my frame. With no effort, she lifted me up, spinning me around as she hungrily suckled my lips and tongue like some ravenous beast.

"My love." I wept between the flurry of kisses.

"My fiancée." She replied, tightening her arms about my waist.

"I want to marry you... mother your children." I uttered, fondling her smooth bald skull in my palms.

"God I can't wait to knock you up." Cindi growled before zeroing in on my neck. "I've always wanted to make you pregnant."

My head thrust back in joyous rapture as I shouted in ecstasy, envisioning my belly swollen with life... knowing it was because of Cindi that I had become that way.

"Mother of ALL your children." I gasped, feeling her fearless hands tugging at my wide hips.

With that, I felt myself turned around, now completely in her arms like a fragile flower in the grip of a wild beast. My heart soared in the euphoria of this fantastic moment.

"Before you both leave," Mother interrupted. "Your wedding ceremony will take place tomorrow at sunrise. From then, I shall send you both to Eileithyia where you two shall conceive a child worthy enough to wear the crown."

We both looked back at our mother with youthful smiles. Seeing our obvious joy, she too smiled in seeing our moment of truth at last realized.

"Now go fuck each other's legs off." Mother cheerfully said.

Cindi and I needed no more encouragement as she carried me into the elevator, leaving the glass apex chamber. All the way down, we smothered each other with countless kisses and confident gasps of hope and commitment. It felt like I was a virgin on prom night... all excited and exhilarated by the fact that the woman I had for so long loved and adored, was finally taking me as her lover. In the middle of our journey to our bedroom, my mind's eye continually envisioned what we must have looked like paired together... a handsome, powerful woman carrying a voluptuous vixen away as if a warrior just returning home from years of battle. I was completely consumed by Cindi's awe and power, and I decided that I would spend the rest of the day showing my bride to be just how fortunate I was to become her eager wife and mother of her children.

The Ceremony...

I must have only had a couple of hours of deep sleep before I felt countless pairs of soft hands wrangle me from my slumber. The last thing I remembered was lying my face upon Cindi's huge chest, tracing the rigid contours where her womanly breasts once were... it never ceased to amaze me how a woman could transform herself into such a colossal tower of pureness and strength. Every muscle that girl had was tweaked beyond perfection, now hard and stiff... developed... absolute. I watched my giant drift away to sleep... her mighty chest, those flat but swollen pecs-- lifting and falling in sweet repose... even asleep, Cindi's body enraptured me beyond everything else.

From our bed, two handmaidens took me to Cindi's private bath nearby. I awoke without much commotion for I knew today was the day I would become a new woman. Led into the steamy waters of the large pool, I was benevolently cleansed like a treasured fortune. The perfumed oils used to lather my flesh combined with the steam rising through my nostrils intoxicated me... this was all a woman could ever dream of... to be wanted and needed... to be adored in ways only a woman could only understand. And at the conclusion of my bath, my handmaidens affectionately shaved my skull and eyebrows again... that act alone left me light headed from the pure eroticism. These two girls knew exactly how to press my buttons.

A while later, my handmaidens dressed me in two meager strips of silk fabric that hardly covered my full breasts and hips... looking in the mirror nearby, I was amazed by just how sexy I felt and looked. Not arrogant, but prideful, subtle awareness. They draped the silk around the width of my golden hips to accentuate my fertile womb... the silk around my bust accented the deep inviting cleavage of my motherly breasts... all of this would emphasize to Cindi that I would be her willing vassal to whatever whim she so felt. And of course, to rouse her primal instincts for impregnation. I closed my eyes, sighing in wondrous awe as to how the ancient ritual of conception would take place. How exactly did the natives discover what was surely a prized fortune to any woman who wanted to conceive with another? I desperately wanted to know... I remember mother said earlier that it was often "violent and primitive", which was wonderful for me since I loved being "primitive". I then remembered that mother told me she was conceived by two women... my heart sank into my stomach just thinking about how beautiful that must have been. I couldn't believe that I also made love to a woman of such heritage. "I had my tongue inside her ass." I thought to myself as my handmaidens placed a golden wreath upon my bare head. The wreath was decorated with lovely fragrant petals as my mind thought back to eating mother's broad ass two days prior.

Tonight, Cindi would suffer the same fate as mother did...

The stirring indulgence my handmaidens bestowed upon my flesh hypnotized me. I couldn't believe I was actually going to marry my beloved, and all I could do was mindlessly follow their lead. Like a stoic zombie, I was led out of the compound, and sat on an ancient hand carried throne. Its ornate detail was trimmed in gold and hand crafted wood. I couldn't believe how lovely it was, and that I was allowed to sit inside it...

I took a long breath, basking in the sunlight of the early morning. Leaning back, the wondrous reality of my special day hit me. It was my absolute dream, and when I felt the carrier lift up, I opened my eyes to see two brawny women lift each end of the throne up with little to no effort. The sturdy women were also bald, but dressed in polished silver breast and waist armor... a glossy layer of oil and sweat made their flaxen bodies shimmer in the sunlight as I watched their arms and shoulders flex so utterly flawless in their lifting. The woman to my front carrying me gave me a breath-taking exhibition of her enormous back and shoulders, flexing and exerting her stamina as we made our way beyond the realm of the compound. Once in the outlying desert, a clear path was seen, decorated with white rose petals and rich green garland. I froze in astonishment when I saw all the barbaric clad inhabitants alongside the path, knelt and obviously worshipping us as we made our way. I nearly cried upon seeing so many beautiful women gathered here just for me... of course, the way they were knelt had their backsides rising high into the air, lined up all in a row, looking perfectly divine. Never before had I seen such an endless display of round, savory ass dressed in savage shreds of crude dirty fabric. It was divine.

I then recognized where I was... I was approaching the infamous "rocks" where I had spent a myriad of weeks busting that rough desert granite. As we made our way atop the hill, I looked out to see the new inductees, all hard at work... chained to thick rusty chains and shackles. Peering out across the barren wasteland, my eyes found the woman I had shaved days prior. Clad in those familiar rags and covered in sweat, I watched her grind away at the stone with a crude pickax. I think she must have sensed my gaze because she stopped to look back at me. Our eyes met as we shared a silent glare of unfolding sensuality. I knew she was to be Cindi and I personal handmaiden once we were married, and I honestly couldn't wait. I smiled as I saw Fiona, dressed in her well-known garb, angrily cheering on the workers to work harder. I briefly wondered how vehement she would be later on when she would make love to them. My contingent continued on as I struggled to take it in all the overwhelming beauty... was this all for me? What had I done to deserve such pomp and circumstance? After all, I was just an average everyday girl who wanted to marry her high school sweetheart. Did I really deserve to be hailed as this monarchy's Queen?

After a little over an hour, we reached an area I was familiar with... the part of the compound where I spent the better part of a year as a worker, now triumphantly returning as a supreme matriarch. The lush landscape of the gardens brought back many wonderful memories as I was taken to the adjacent lake nearby. With the glistening rays of the morning sun dancing across the surface of the lake, I could barely make out the ceremonial altar we approached. Squinting my eyes, I at last saw my beautiful spouse to be standing atop a golden platform, flanked by two angelic handmaidens who were knelt by each chiseled leg, grasping them like sacred riches, which they were. The handmaidens were entirely nude and had a wanton look of pure lust on their faces as each of them slowly nuzzled Cindi's oily, powerful legs.

Upon our stop, I saw our wedding party of (at least) twenty ethereal looking damsels. All of them wore lacey off white gowns with a single strap across their naked shoulders. Each helot stood in a series of lines on both sides of Cindi, who poised herself proud atop the marriage altar in a beautifully hand crafted robe, covered with ornate jewels and golden twine. As I was led off my chair, I couldn't take my eyes off of Cindi, who aimlessly stared at the sky above... perhaps a silent nod to the Gods of power and beauty?

The ceremony was spectacular... hand in hand with Cindi, whom had been renamed Kallisto (Goddess Of The Most Beautiful) I proudly accepted my new name as Cybele, Goddess of fertility. I loved how our names and identities were washed away in favor of new personalities and names, symbolizing a new life together as one. All of it came to a climax when I heard myself answer the single most important question of my life.

"Cybele, will you take Kallisto as your husband, your sole giver of life. To have and to hold from this day on?"

"I do."

Never before had those two priceless words meant so much.

With the ceremony over, Kallisto and I sauntered together to the calm waters of the lake, where we were tediously baptized, anointed as the new King and Queen of our celestial compound.

To be continued...

In the final chapter, Cindi and Kristen consummate their marriage, manifesting their commitment in a magical, unimaginable act of impregnation. The bonds of nature and time are broken as the seed of life is faithfully planted within Kristen's womb.