Banished Pt. 17

I moaned into Sheila's breasts, and as she began to ride me, I dismissed my yearnings, and focused only on the sensations at hand.

The water around us was moving, and Sheila's rhythmic riding began to create a wave pattern that crashed on the rim of the tub in time with every cresting movement, and I found the uniformity of it strangely comforting and pleasurable in of itself.

"Mmm. Either sex is better in this life, or this moment is a special one," Sheila admitted, and I moaned my agreement into her breasts.

I rested my face against the side of one of the fatty mounds, and planted kisses there as she rode me; but there was no urgency in her riding, and I was more than satisfied to simply sit there and exist in that euphoric state.

"Nate," Sheila finally said, slowing down her movements, and I broke away from her bosom, to look into her face. "Could you do it to me?"

She was biting her lips, a slightly pouty look on her face, and I nodded as the girl behind her helped her off of me, and she moved into position with one knee on the bench along the outer ring of the tub, and as I moved behind her, I noted that the looks around us seemed to take on a different kind of intensity.

I entered Sheila from the rear, and she moaned appreciatively as I did, and I reached around and cupped her breasts, groping them a bit, and placing a hand on her hip as I set to work.

My conviction was a bit more intense now, and after making a few tentative thrusts, I began to pick up the pace a little, thrusting roughly against her, and pleasurable yelps began to escape her lips with each wet smack.

"God, that feels so good!" Sheila said, "do it harder! Faster!"

I obliged, reaching around her waist to press a finger against her clit, allowing our movements to stimulate her, and she placed her hand over mine, pressing it firmly in place.

"Keep that up- ahn, yes! Yes!"

She seemed to be close, and I quickly channeled all of my focus into maintaining the steady rhythm of my thrusts, but as her orgasm neared, a warm breath blew down my neck, and a voice whispered seductively into my ear.

"Let yourself go, my sweet. Her capitulation into ecstasy will happen with or without your willing. Allow yourself to feel this moment, and share it with her. Relinquish control, and let the flood burst forth from your tip."

I gulped.

My rhythm faltered as my mind seemed to go hazy, but Sheila quickly adjusted to compensate, thrusting back slightly into me and keeping my hand pressed firmly to her clit, but as I felt myself tumbling helplessly down the precipice of my own orgasmic release, rational thought forsook me completely, and while I had a vague recollection that I was filling the very fertile womb of a stunning, if unsuspecting young woman with serving after serving of my virile seed; I felt completely helpless to stop it.

My mind went blank, and when I came to, I was panting; my head in the lap of a Kobalt girl who was stroking me comfortingly.

Sheila was lying on her side, panting as well; but my eyes were drawn to her sex, which was oozing a thick, white cream, and I studied the scene with worry.

"Ease the mind, my love; if she does not desire the child, it will not come. Such is the will of a goddess."

I shook my head.

People often desire things which do them harm. Even if she accepts it, regret might still come.

"Tell him," Miriam said, and as I glanced at her, I followed her gaze to Astrid, who was now looking down, an awkward expression on her face.

"The child will be loved; and bring unparalleled happiness to the one who bore him," Astrid said, and as I returned my gaze to Sheila, the girl crawled up into a sitting position, her hands around her knees as she hugged herself, a strangely warm smile on her face.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I could have stopped you, but... I didn't want to. Are you mad?"

I was still panting as I studied her, but as I shook my head, I smiled a little, trying to convey to her some reassurance.

"I was just worried," I said, and she smiled.

"The heaviness upon his heart lingers," Miriam said, and Sheila studied me, crawling over to my side as she did.

"Was it... that woman? The one who took care of us when we first arrived here?" she asked, and I nodded; but I shot Miriam a slightly pleading look as I wasn't particularly eager to talk about it, and she nodded her understanding.

"Let us leave the discussion of the wound to another time; for now, we will fill him with mindless pleasures. Will you aide me?" Miriam asked, and Sheila nodded, moving to my part, with Miriam at my side.

She leaned down and kissed the organ tentatively, blushing a little as she tasted the combined remnants of our orgasmic release, but as she released me, Miriam leaned down and wrapped her lips around my cockhead, bobbing up and down a bit as she sucked me clean.

Sheila took one look at what Miriam was doing, before leaning down, and joining her, taking my sack into her mouth, and gently lapping at the place, cleaning up the mess there as well.

I watched in amazement as the two women serviced me, but the sensory overload was only just beginning, as two girls knelt beside me on either side of my body, quickly moving to kiss and caress the muscles across my chest, as another descended on me from above, bringing her face to mine, and pressing her olive green lips to mine in a kiss.

Her face was youthful and the kiss, sloppy; but as she kissed me, several tongues moved to join the others that were stimulating my body all over, and I felt as if I were floating away on a cloud, encased in a cocoon of pure, carnal ecstasy.

My mind was lost in a state of pure bliss.

I was vaguely aware of the tongues wrapped around my cock releasing me, but only long enough for a body; petite and light, as far as I could tell, to mount me, and sink my cock into the midst of a tight, snug embrace.

I lost all sense of time and reality, moving instead to a realm of only sensations; soft breasts pressing against my body, and finding erogenous zones in places I didn't even know existed; a lashing of tongues that feasted on me with an insatiable hunger; lips that traded places constantly in a never ending stream of kisses; and finally, emptying my seed over and over into unknown wombs in the multi-orgasmic sexcapade to satisfy me in this life and every other.

I woke up from the experience as a man awakening from a deep sleep, yet knowing from my heightened state of arousal and the weariness of my limbs that I had not slept a wink for the duration.

Sheila was on top of me, my cock nestled snugly inside of her sex, but as I glanced around, I caught many other Kobalt girls resting in the other baths, exhausted and worn expressions on their faces, and I wondered for a moment how many of them I had just seeded.

"Help her up," a voice said, and I glanced up to spot Astrid.

Two Kobalt girls helped Sheila to her feet, and they cloaked her in a robe, and led her from the bath area.

Astrid then helped me up, with some difficulty; signaling to another Kobalt girl as she did, and as I studied her, I noted that she seemed to have a slightly bothered look on her face.

"That must have been some vision," I teased, but she merely shook her head.

"This was not the end of my sight," she answered, and I frowned.

"What was it then?" I asked, and she looked away.

"It will soon come to pass," she answered, her tone just a little bit ominous.

One of the girls helped me into my robes, and another moved to my side, giving Astrid a hand in guiding me, and I lumbered along, not really sure where I was being guided, but following along nevertheless.

The destination, however, seemed to be a room with grandly designed doors that reminded me of the ones that led to the meeting room in Gert's tree, but as the doors opened, I found myself in the presence of my princess, laying upon a quite large, elegantly adorned bed, and in a room which had the décor of some kind of celebratory event.

The princess herself was wearing a sleek-fitting slip with that same X-shaped design that accentuated her lithe frame, and a mini-skirt styled matching pair of bottoms.

"Your princess awaits," Astrid said, bowing, but as she pulled the door shut behind me, there was that glint in her eye.

As if all was not as it seemed.

"Tell me, my sweet. Were your accommodations to your liking?"

"It left me for want of very little," I admitted, and she smiled.

"Save, perhaps nutrition," she suggested, gesturing to a platter on the end table beside the bed.

I nodded, suddenly realizing that while I did suddenly feel hungry, the feeling was not overwhelming.

How had I been sustained during my treatment?

It was curious, and I made a mental note to enquire about it sometime later.

I ate, taking a drink of a sweet-tasting liquid that didn't seem to be the same alcoholic beverage that we'd been served on our first trip to Palancar.

Cameron really liked that drink, didn't she?

The thought vanished on its own without any conscious urging on my part, and I smiled.

Maybe it is nice to indulge the senses, I thought. Indulge and forget...

But Miriam was studying me with a new look; this one, slightly intense.

She watched as I ate, but as I finished and came to sit on the bed beside her, she studied me for a bit, taking a deep breath in.

"Few moments in life will I approach with greater reluctance than this," she said, and I studied her.

"What do you mean?"

She raised her hands, and gestured for me to come closer.

"There is something you must do, my love. To steel yourself against the coming storm."

"Will Cameron come back?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Such a thing you cannot hear from one such as me. What I must prepare you for, is to depart this grove in the best possible manner; after all, nothing but your best efforts will suffice in the coming war."

I nodded.

"I'll do anything," I said, and she sighed.

"I know you will, my sweet; but this hurts me, even so."

She took another deep breath, and I noted this time that she was gathering up the energy into a spot near her heart, and as she stared into my eyes, they seemed to emit a faint light.

"Open your heart to what you have lost. Feel everything, my love. Feel as you never have, that this wound may heal..."

As she finished the uttering, a sudden jolt went through my chest; at first, just an unpleasant sensation that made my breathing feel slightly labored, but after a few shallow breaths, I found myself grasping at the hem of my robe.

"I- I can't breathe," I said.

I stared at Miriam, and saw the saddened look in her eyes, and for a moment, I began to wonder if I'd been betrayed; if the drink I'd just been offered had been poisoned maybe.

I fell backwards, grasping at my throat.

"W-Why can't I breathe?" I asked again.

Then the pain began to shoot through my chest, and I doubled over as it coursed through me.

I wanted to cut open my chest, and forcibly remove whatever it was that was causing that pain to shoot through me.

"M-Make it stop... please!"

I tore at my robes, shedding them, as everything that I touched seemed to bring me even more anguish.

Even my skin I would shed if I could.

"AHHHH!" I screamed out, writhing on the floor.

Cameron...

I want you.

I want you here, in my arms.

I always thought that I was keeping you safe, but in your arms, I was the one who felt protected.

Where are your arms?

God, I need them right now.

I need them so much.

This world is wretched.

I don't want to live in it without you.

I don't.

I don't.

I don't!

Please give her back to me.

Give me back the moment with her in my arms, our baby growing between us, and Lucia at my side.

I don't want to do this.

I can't...

I need you.

I need your strength, your comfort, your warmth, your presence.

The teasing looks.

The sound of your voice.

The feel of your skin.

The taste of your sweat.

The womanly scent of your arousal.

The blissful feeling of being inside of you.

Give it back!

I need you.

I need to wake up to your loving gaze, ever watchful, keeping me safe in my sleep.

Don't let Julie take this from me.

Please...

Let her take anything but this!

I was sobbing, crying and clawing at myself.

I felt like a child throwing a tantrum, and as I screamed and wailed and thrashed, I didn't care.

Ethan...

He ended my child's life, and I couldn't do anything to stop him.

He took away the woman I loved, and I was helpless.

And there was no chance that I would get strong enough to take her back.

Was my life a fair trade?

I was willing to offer him my life to get her back; but that was as ugly as a life lived hiding from that confrontation, and I knew it.

I needed her.

I needed to make sure that she would come back home where she belonged.

I had no idea how long I spent in that state, but Miriam stood by, enduring the onslaught by my side; and that was when I caught the feeling of her, like a thin almost imperceptible membrane around my heart.

She looked at me, and as I shot her a longing look, she nodded, and I crawled to her, and she opened her arms to receive me.

"Let it all out; my sweet, special one. Let it all out."

I curled into a ball, and she wrapped herself around me as I rocked back and forth, desperate for the fleeting comfort that she offered.

For a second, I was in my mother's womb again; in my adopted mother's arms as she held me as a babe.

In my grandmother's arms as she held me lovingly; and Julie's embrace, as we made sweet, illicit love.

Her arms were the arms of every woman who had nurtured me; who fostered my strength, and offered me solace from the discomforts of existence.

And I curled myself up, and cried.

I cried until I felt numb; devoid of any feeling... and suddenly I understood what it truly meant to not feel.

I was a psychopath, was I not?

Was the absence of feelings not a thing I knew intimately?

No...

This was different.

This was emptiness; a feeling in itself, and not so much a lack, as an overabundance of despair.

I let the feeling wash over me with an almost masochistic abandon, then laughed; the sound not enunciated, but echoing through my mind.

Is this what you felt, Julie?

Was this why you could no longer tolerate my touch?

What caused this?

What made you feel this way?

It couldn't have been me; I never gave you the despair that your son inflicted upon me...

Yet I was certain; this was the thing that drove her to become the bitter, hateful person that she was.

I remained in my little safe space for a while, before finally stretching out, and letting out an awkward kind of laugh, that in truth, might have been more of a sigh than a laugh.

What a fool I must have looked like.

I wondered for a moment if an outburst like that would have embarrassed me if I was capable of that kind of feeling, but as I looked at the woman holding me in her arms, I suddenly felt an overwhelming burst of desire for her.

In the moments of my anguish, she had transformed herself into the vestige of every woman I'd ever adored in my life, except for the one for whom I'd cried, and I began to wonder if that in itself was no co-incidence, but an intentional omission on her part.

"Yes, my love. The feeling of her presence in the body of another would have done naught but wound you further."

I snickered at the comment, as she was clearly reading every thought in my mind.

"Were you always able to do that?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"This was a parting gift; from one queen to another, it would seem."

I smiled at her, and as she returned the smile, I leaned up to kiss her, and as she returned the kiss, I recognized her as the mystery consoler during my nightmares.

"Your core is weakening," I said as I studied her, a worried look on my face, and she smiled.

"Yes; but for this moment, I will endure it. And afterwards, it will flicker no more."

She helped me to a sitting position, before standing up, and shimmying off the short skirt that she was wearing, baring her sex to me, along with those wonderful, sleek slender legs, and as I looked up, she stripped off her top as well.

I leaned back, resting my weight on my hands as she moved to stand over me, hovering for a second before lowering herself into the space between my legs, with her own legs on either side of my hips, I sat upright to meet her, and she directed me closer until our bodies were touching in all of the right sensuous ways.

And I knew that this was it.

From this moment, I would be her king, and she, my queen.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me lovingly.

"Nothing will ever replace the child that was taken from you," she said. "But nonetheless, I will give you a kingdom, a queen, and a legacy to eclipse all lore."

I stared into her eyes, and for the first time I realized it was less of a promise and more of a prophecy.

How did I never notice what a force this woman was?

She guided my hands to her hips, and as I lifted her up a bit at her direction, she brought her knees around, wiggling her feet under my own legs from behind, and locking our bodies together as she came down, a single hand reaching down to position me before she sank onto my length.

She kept her gaze on me, and there was no reaction from her to the intrusion.

"Did it not bring you pleasure?" I asked, and she smiled, bringing a hand to rest against my cheek.

"It did, my love; but my faculties must remain intact to bring our vision to fruition."

She brought my arms into position, wrapped around her slender, lithe form, and she wrapped her arms around my head again, pulling us tightly together almost into a single, contiguous form.

Then she began to move, a slow, rocking movement, and even after my euphoric fuck-fest, I had to admit, this feeling was something else, and not simply because of the pleasurable stimulation.

She seemed to be transforming herself into that woman again; a being that encapsulated the essence of every woman I had ever loved and been loved by, and I found the presence awakening in me desires that I never even knew existed.

I held her close, reveling in the feeling of comfort, and moaning at the stimulation of her slippery, warm tunnel wrapped sensually around me as our bodies rocked back and forth together.

For a moment, I felt a desire to drive her to orgasmic bliss, but the moment quickly passed as I realized that I was the one being tended to; and as I surrendered myself to her whims, I felt my pleasure ascending to even greater heights.

"Yes, my precious one. Let me bring you to the cusp and coax from you the seed that will birth a future queen."

I relaxed my body in her arms, and surrendered completely to her ministrations, and I was rewarded with the heavenly sounds of her moans.

"We will cross this threshold as one," she urged me, and I nodded absently, only partially aware anymore of what was going on, and placing my complete trust in her direction.

"Mm," I nuzzled her neck, and she cradled me as her movements quickly picked up intensity, and our cries, muted slightly though they were, melded together into one sound.

"I'm... coming," I moaned, and as I began to empty my seed into her womb, she slowed her movements, but continued the soft, rocking motions; flexing her hips and coaxing me into a state of extended orgasmic bliss.