The Lost Lands - The First Time

Richard swallowed, giving Annette the side-eye. Of course. The Garden of Eden. Where everyone was an immortal supermodel. Great, perfect. The only person who spoke English and she was a lunatic. "S-so uh... how do I leave?" he asked. Annette chuckled and shook her head. "Why would you want to leave? You have found a wonderful place, Richard. I understand, you are frightened and confused, but do not worry. I will be here to guide you and help you. It will be good to speak to another born of the outside world again, even if you are an Englishman," she chuckled. "Besides," she added, "If there is a way out of this land, I do not know what it is. I have been here at least... twenty years, perhaps?" She tilted her head, considering.

Richard felt his heart thundering in his chest. Twenty years?! "W-well, what year was it when you... uh... how did you get here anyway?" Annette sighed and clasped her hand to her chest. "Ah, much the same as you, I expect. I was approached by death, and in the last moments, the Lord whisked me away. Struck by a carriage, you see- I would have been crushed. I know not driven by whom, except perhaps providence. But regardless, when last I beheld the outside world, it was the year of our lord 1792. My home was being consumed by strife as the people rebelled against our King, and the Lord saw fit to draw me away from that fate and to another." Richard stared at her, eyes growing increasingly wide as she explained. His heart wasn't pounding anymore - now it had seized up and frozen solid in his throat. "S-seventeen... ninety-two?" he stammered, breaking out into a cold sweat. Annette nodded solemnly. "Yes, though as I said, that was at least twenty years ago." Twenty years. Twenty years!? More like two hundred!

Richard felt lightheaded. "You, uh... that can't... t-that can't be right," he stammered, reaching up to cover his face with his hands, trembling. Annette reached out and rested a soothing hand on his knee. "It's alright, Richard. You are here now, you're safe now. I know not what circumstances brought you here, but I do know that you are blessed among men. Both to have come here, and to have been found by the Wawaki, who will take good care of you. Men are rare and precious among the people here, and you are healthy and young. There is much good that can be done," she smiled mysteriously. "For you and for the tribe," she added, hand gently rubbing his leg. Richard felt increasingly woozy. "Do... for the tribe?" he asked, finding his words were slurring. That was odd. He tipped backwards and Annette caught him, gently laying him back onto the bed. "Yes Richard, wonderful things," she said, her beautiful face beaming. "For you are a young and virile man, untouched by... corruption and other things. You can serve the Tribe well as God intended for men here to serve."

"Me... serve?" he murmured, eyes fluttering. Why was he... why was he suddenly so weak? Annette carefully arranged him on the bed, resting his arms at his side before stroking his chest and cooing softly. "Yes Richard, you will serve wonderfully, beautifully. Just as I have learned to serve the Wawaki as a medicine woman, you will learn to serve them - and they you - as a breeder." Annette smiled broadly, showing off pretty white teeth. Richard felt a black pit swallowing him up. The drink— "And you will sire many beautiful daughters, perhaps even before the day is out," she giggled, and Richard blacked out.

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Richard dreamed of... strange things. Sweaty things. Bodies writhing in the dark, feminine bodies. Grinding against him, moaning. Whispering things, he couldn't understand into his ear. He groaned and bucked, trying to thrust against them, to sheath himself in their silken bodies. But they kept squirming out of reach.

He felt himself swallowing - more grassy tasting water. And other things too, strange clumpy pills, and a drink with a bitter floral note at the end, like some sort of herbal tea. Fingers stroked his chest and cooed softly to him. It was good to take the things that he was given. Good Richard, handsome Richard. A stud among men. He grinned in his sleep, feeling his cock flex in his sleep. He was so BIG. And so full too, his balls roiling. So full...

When Richard awoke, he was bound once more, this time by the wrists to the posters of the bed. The ties were fabric of some kind - silk? - and done firmly but in such a way they didn't dig into his skin or constrict blood flow. He struggled with them briefly, panting. He felt hot, like he was burning up. Looking down, he saw that he was still naked - and what's more he was hard. His dick was swollen, painfully erect, standing straight up and straining purple. It waggled a little as he moved, and he could swear it was... bigger than he remembered it being.

He heard a rustling, and Annette entered the room. She smiled down at him, he glared back. "You drugged me!" he accused, jerking at his bonds, dick wobbling back and forth. She brushed some of her blonde hair over her shoulder and walked over to sit down beside him on the bed. "Shhh," she hushed, pressing a finger to his lips. He was really starting to get sick of being shushed. But her other hand - he felt her fingers brush over his stomach, and he shivered, and realized how sensitive he was. Hot all over, flesh tingling - Annette ran her hand down his stomach and took hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze that made his eyes roll up. She giggled softly at his moan, pumping him up and down slowly. "It's alright. I am sorry if you feel deceived but believe me it is for the better. The things I have done will help you with the time that is to come." She glanced down at his dick, twitching in her hand, and smiled - licking her lips a little. "The Wawaki are good to their men. You will have a blessed life here among them, as I have," she purred, rubbing the underside of his crown with her thumb, making him whimper and buck against her hand. His penis drooled. God, he was so hot!

"I used to be a Nun, you know," she said with a wistful smile, turning to grope and fondle his balls as she teased his twitching stud-rod with the gentle stroking of her fingers. She kneaded the swollen, needy orbs gently, coaxing them into relaxation and making Richard groan wantonly. "Not a particularly good one, admittedly. I was distracted... by impure thoughts. Some about men. Many about my fellow sisters... I feared more than anything else I would harm another." The sound of her hand slipping up and down his throbbing shaft became slickened as he dribbled pre-cum over her hand from the tip. Richard bucked, whimpering. So close... "So I was overjoyed when I found this place, and truly understood what the Lord held in store for me here," Annette continued casually as she worked Richard into a froth, writhing on the bed and panting with need. She sighed and leaned over him, nuzzling her cheek against his cock, pressing her nose against his balls and breathing deeply. "I wish I could be your first... the one to take you and feel you throb inside of me, to milk your first spurts in offering to the Wawaki with my womanly channel... Mmm, it would be so nice for both of us... but the Chieftess has spoken." She lifted her head and gave his dick a little kiss. He twitched and writhed in her hand urgently. "First, you will breed the Huntresses who found you, as a reward for their gift to the tribe. After that... well, perhaps she will take you herself. It has been a while since she was with child."

Richard gurgled, barely able to make sense of her words as his mind was addled with lust and whatever drugs she had given him. All of that sounded heavenly to him now. Anything that involved his dick sounded heavenly - he needed to FUCK! To BREED! He whined piteously as Annette released him, shaking his hips. "Hush now, she comes soon - and so shall you," she giggled, rising from the bed. Outside, Richard could hear singing, the women of the village softly hymning in chorus. It was evening now, judging by the light, with the last amber spears of the sun flitting through the cracks. He didn't feel hungry, or thirsty like he knew he should. Maybe they had fed him while he was unconscious? Otherwise it had been three days since he'd eaten anything, and he should be starving. Instead he just felt nervous, energized. And horny, so horny. He groaned, dick flexing in the air. Annette giggled and teased the tip, swirling her finger around the crown in a way that made Richard shiver with delight. He wished she'd touch him more, let him cum. On her, inside her, anywhere - he just had to cum!

The singing outside grew in pitch and there were a few cheers. Annette could hear the footsteps of sisters approaching the room in the back of the shrine and turned to greet them with a smile. In entered the first Huntress Richard had seen back when they had first snared him by the river, now sans her 'cloths' such as they were and adorned with body paint that decorated her forehead, arms, breasts, and the space over her womb. Annette greeted her enthusiastically, walking over to clasp hands.

"Are you ready, Sister?" she asked in their tongue. The Huntress smiled, and kissed Annette on the lips. Richard looked on mystified and increasingly addled by his own horniness, as Annette moaned into the kiss and slipped her arms around the huntress. "Kiajah, I'm so happy for you," she murmured, nipping at the amazon's lips before trailing her mouth down her neck. Kiajah sighed softly and wrapped her arms around Annette, tilting her head to better receive the attentions of Annette's mouth, arm loosely circling the medicine woman's waist to grope her ass. Richard watched as the two embraced each other passionately, kissing and stroking each other's bodies, moaning softly to each other in their tongue. His dick twitched in time with his heartbeat, entranced by the sight.

"Ready as I'll ever be, dear one," Kiajah sighed, closing her eyes as she felt Annette's lips wrap around one of her nipples, shivering at the sensation of her teeth lightly scraping the puckered flesh and sucking as Annette slid two of her fingers along Kiajahs moistening slit. Annette slid her mouth off Kiajah with a pop before giving the breast a parting kiss. "Not quite," she panted, turning back to her worktable, fetching another bowl of one of the potions she had already fed to Richard while he was comatose. She turned and presented the bowl to Kiajah, who dutifully accepted it with a bow of her head and drank the potion down, grimacing slightly at the taste. Annette stepped around the tribes woman, brushing her fingers over her painted stomach, stopping behind her and resting her chin on Kiajah's shoulder. "A potion of Graia root, just as I fed the male. It will prepare your body for breeding," she murmured, stroking Kiajah's hip and kissing her cheek. The huntress moaned softly; she could already feel the tonic taking effect. Her nipples puckered, and she felt herself moisten - and not just from Annette intimate touches, which had once again returned to her sensitive spots as the amorous medicine woman planted kisses along her neck. "You know what to do with him?" Annette asked, breath tickling Kiajah's ear as her fingers once more dipped into her pussy, making her shut her eyes and groan softly as the smaller woman teased her body. "T...Take his root within me, squeeze it, m-milk it... until we find release and he- he fills me," she panted, eyeing Richard lustfully, who was practically drooling watching the two.

Annette smiled and slipped her fingers from Kiajah's womanhood. "Good, now go! Claim your first male!" she chuckled, slapping the huntress lightly on the ass, making her jump smile. She looked back at Annette and grinned mischievously, before advancing on Richard, hips swaying. "Hello little male," she crooned, even though Richard did not speak their tongue. He was entranced by the sight of her - tall, strong, and feminine, her muscles rippling like a hunting cat beneath soft skin and feminine curves. His dick pulsed. Kiajah looked down at him and smirked, crawling onto the bed. Her breasts swayed pendulously, and Richard groaned. "So, this is your... hmm... what was it called, Phallus?" Kiajah whispered, reaching up to take hold of Richards trembling shaft. He moaned as she squeezed it, giving it an experimental pump, tip beading heavily with pre-cum. Looking up at him with fierce eyes, she leaned in and licked the tip clean. "Mm, the waters of life... not so sweet tasting, but then medicine seldom is," she mused, Richard whimpering and squirming at the feel of her tongue and hand on him.

She crawled up his body, dragging her breasts across his chest, admiring the sight of his pale skin against her dark brown. He was like Annette when she first came here - pale and slight, shaking like a leaf. But he was a man, and he smelled different, felt different, tasted different. She tried kissing him, and Richard moaned into the kiss, surrendering immediately as her tongue slid against his and pinned it to the corner of his mouth. Chuckling in her throat, she pumped him in her hand, moving to straddle him. "I've had toys inside me before of course, but you will be my first male. My first breeder. Are you honored? You should be," she whispered. Richard was uncomprehending, and far gone besides. He only moaned and lifted his hips against her hand, trembling at the sensation of her stroking his body possessively. Biting her lip, Kiajah lined Richards shaft against her slit, stirring his angry purple crown up and down against her entrance. He was leaking copious amounts of lubrication, and with Annette's teasing and the potion she'd had her drink, Kiajah could feel her own inner wellspring seeping as well. With a soft exhale, she slotted him inside of her, and slowly pushed down.

Richard threw his head back and groaned. Tight! She was so tight! Tight and hot and silky and her muscles squeezed around him like a vice, rippling as they drew him in deeper and deeper. Kiajah's breath caught as she felt the hot, throbbing rod enter her body. The potion had made her more sensitive, more eager. Her pussy drooled hungrily over Richards offering, gobbling up his fat swollen cock and swallowing it into her depths like a beast swallowing its prey. With a growl, she shoved down, hips impacting his with a load smack. Richard arched his back and mewled, toes curling in pleasure as she hilted him. Annette looked on panting, fingering herself as she watched Kiajah claim the male - the way the muscles rippled in her back and thighs, the way her ass jiggled when she slammed down onto his lap. She wished she could join them. Instead she could only watch and tease her poor empty pussy as Kiajah moaned and ground against Richard, arching her back exhultantly as she started to slowly and steadily ride him.

Richard gurgled, eyes glued to Kiajah's dark chocolate breasts bobbing above him, enraptured by the feeling of her cunt wringing his dick from base to tip. The old bed, an anachronism salvaged from another world, squeaked softly beneath them. Kiajah bit her lip and sighed, giving her hips a swirl to stir Richard around inside of her, using his cock like a toy. Richard could only moan and go cross-eyed with pleasure as she rode him, mouth hanging open. The huntress laughed softly, watching the silly expressions on the mans face as she fucked him. "Mmh, silly little male, loses to pussy so easily," she chuckled, leaning down to lick his neck, breasts bouncing against his chest as she started to ride him more forcefully. "You belong to us now," she hissed into his ear, biting it softly, "your cock belongs to us, and we will fuck you whenever we see fit, and you'll love every minute of it."

Annette whimpered, fingering herself faster. That wasn't... quite true, as a male Richard did have rights - he was a possession yes, but a prized one. He would be used and bred very carefully, not just fucked ragged like some tribes did with their males. The Wawaki were very careful to shepherd their male populations which let them prosper in times when there were fewer of them to go around. Still, Richard couldn't possibly understand what she was saying to him. Anyway the both of them seemed to be enjoying the play, and as Annette watched Kiajah fuck Richard senseless she finally came herself, moisture trickling down her thighs as she stifled a cry with her hand. The bed was squawking loudly now as Kiajah moaned and rutted herself on Richards prick, building towards the first of many explosive orgasms that would drain Richards balls. After that he'd need to be fed and watered again, and prepared for his next breeding the following night.

Kiajah let out an exultant cry, tightening as she felt Richard cum inside her for the first time, his hot cum spurting into her depths. Drawn out of his churning manhood in copious amounts, Richard went slack jawed as he came and came, but did not go soft. Kiajah just kept riding him, grabbing him by his hair and shoulders as he flopped cumming beneath her, eyes rolling up into his head from the force of the orgasm and the continued pleasurable stimulation. Whatever potion Annette had fed the both of them eliminated the refractory period as a concern, so huffing and moaning and cumming herself, Kiajah kept riding. Annette watched in admiration as her ass bounced off Richards thighs, and quietly excused herself out the sliding door before she started to finger herself again. Better to give the two a bit of privacy, she thought, the grunts and cries muffling behind her as she slid the door shut. It was only the first time, after all. Many more to go.