Wilhelm

The blonde screamed suddenly and he felt her passage clutch him tightly as she shook in his arms. His teeth found her small nipple and he growled as she came, thrusting into her over and over until she slumped back in his arms. He dropped her to the bed then, dismissing her as his eyes found the leader. Her smile was huge and his eyes trailed down, stopping briefly on her full lips, large breasts and perfect hourglass. The other blonde was on top of her, thrusting two fingers into her roughly. The dark beauty slapped the other woman away, crawling toward him. Wilhelm's head went back as her mouth flooded over his manhood. He watched then as she swallowed him slowly, until she was forced to stop as he struck the back of her throat. Instead of stopping there, she bent her neck, laying on her front on the bed. Her throat opened for him and he thrust in, feeling himself penetrate as deeply as he had the blonde girl. Wilhelm looked down at her shining eyes as he pulled back, full of lust for him. He gripped her hair and began to fuck her throat.

Wilhelm watched as the curvy blonde prowled across the sheets, burying her face in the slender girl's folds. The girl's eyes shot open and he heard her gasp, then she gripped the woman's hair like he was doing to the other. He thrust himself in time with her, falling into a rhythm as he alternated between watching his shaft sink into the tight throat of the leader and watching the blonde girl hump against the other woman's mouth. Wilhelm felt a surge of pleasure, a physical storm powering through him. Normally he would have spurted then, ejaculating uncontrollably. Tonight though, he forced it down easily, his cock hard and heavy. The raven-haired woman pulled away with a choking gasp, breathing heavily as Wilhelm's erection rested against her cheek. She pointed, her nail a sharp claw encouraging him to mount the curvy blonde.

Wilhelm crawled onto the bed, inspecting her wet, spread folds as he approached on his knees. When the head of his cock pushed into her, the woman slammed back against him suddenly, her ass slapping against his hips. She screamed in passion, thrusting him into her with her ardor. The girl she had been licking watched for a moment before rising and laying on her back. She scooted herself under them and Wilhelm felt her plunge one of his balls between her lips. He felt her press the other with her hand, forcing the other engorged organ into her mouth as well. He moaned as he was fully enveloped, his manhood buried completely in the lascivious woman and his sack being sucked roughly, his balls shifting around with the motion of her tongue. Wilhelm felt nails on his back and stayed still, letting the harlots pleasure him. He didn't want to thrust too deeply and accidentally remove his balls from the other girl's mouth.

As he knelt on the bed, watching the curvy blonde bury her face between the slender one's legs as she fucked against him, he felt a wet tongue licking up his spine. She stopped at his ear, sucking on it briefly. When she stopped, he groaned, overcome by sensation. Unexpectedly, he felt her hot tongue lick between his ass cheeks. She paused at his lower back and pushed him forward with her hand in the middle of his shoulders. He bent forward a bit, over the woman he was buried in. He felt her tongue pierce his asshole suddenly, the firm organ sinking into him more than he thought it should be able to. She gripped his hips and forced him to fuck the girl impaled on his cock while her tongue penetrated him when he pulled back. Wilhelm was unable to focus, never had he been engulfed so completely, so lewdly. The woman behind him removed her tongue and gripped his shaft at the base. He paused, feeling his balls pop out of the other girl's mouth one by one.

The woman behind him lined his bulging manhood up with the thicker blonde's ass, pressing him forward. The girl who was lying underneath them laughed throatily when she saw this, moving her mouth to his target's dripping folds. Wilhelm buried himself slowly in her ass, feeling the taut flesh grip and suck at him. The leader giggled behind him when her fist, which was wrapped around his cock, struck the asshole of the girl he was fucking. Her head was down and she moaned, shaking as Wilhelm began to pound in and out of her. He felt her come, her ass tightening involuntarily against him over and over, firmly gripping his shaft.

Wilhelm was surprised by the slender blonde popping up at his left side. She had stopped licking after the other woman came and was now pressing her mouth against his. He tasted the sex on her tongue, reveling in the wantonness of the situation. She placed her hand around the leader's, both of them removing him from the ass of the curvy blonde, who promptly collapsed onto her face on the bed. Wilhelm saw the leader come forward in a haze, her mouth finding his shaft once again. He let her suck him, her saliva leaving a sheen on the pulsing organ. The blonde girls backed away, one going to either side of the bed to lay on the pillows. They watched him intently as the raven-haired head bobbed up and down on his shaft.

The leader released him, spinning around to present her ass like an animal in heat. Wilhelm mounted her greedily, slamming his thickness through the slight resistance. She was even tighter than the other two, but she was soaking with slick wetness and her tender slit gave way easily to him. He grabbed the harlot by the hips, pressing her down into the mattress as she arched her lower back to give him a better angle. He was watching her firm ass, mesmerized by the vision of his thick shaft stretching her. It seemed so much larger than normal, so much more engorged, and his balls were almost painfully heavy in his sack. Looking up, he frowned as he continued to fuck her. When he bent down to kiss her full lips, he realized what had bothered him. Her body was twisted brutally at the waist, unnaturally contorted so that her torso and lower body were backward. He grabbed a handful of her breast, kissing her while fucking his hips against her ass. When he pulled back, he shook his head in confusion as he looked down at her tangled body. She grinned up at him and he noticed her flashing canines again.

When he began to thrust completely in then out of her, splitting her open with his entire length each stroke, he felt her start to shake and shudder. He saw her eyes close, but was distracted by the twined flesh right above her waist. Something about it was bothering him deeply. Wilhelm closed his eyes as her slit contracted all along his shaft while the head of his cock thumped inside of her. Her scream was loud and long, and he recognized the sound as very similar to the wailing he had heard earlier. Wilhelm pulled out of her slowly, stroking his hand along his length. The other harlots had both come to sit on their haunches beside the contorted leader. Her body snapped and popped as her hips and legs twisted back into a normal disposition. She came to her knees before him, mouth open and eyes blazing. Wilhelm gasped as his lust came surging up his shaft, finally able to release himself.

A torrent of white fluid shot from his jutting manhood, splashing against the face of the dark-haired leader. The other two thrust their faces forward, their tongues lapping at the air and the face of the leader. He held the base of his shaft in one hand, his body rocked by the most satisfying orgasm of his life. His come slapped down onto the harlots' faces, their hands scraping it into their open mouths. Their eyes were full of wanton hunger and he saw the two blondes shoving their fingers into each other's mouths. The leader plunged her face forward, her open mouth covering him while his cock continued to discharge in pulsing spurts. Her eyes went wide as he watched her, the dark orbs staring at his chest. As he collapsed with a final shaking climax, the woman fell back, his fluid flowing down her chin. The other two women lunged at her, their tongues catching the it before it could fall away.

Wilhelm watched, breathing heavily, as they kissed and licked each other. Their previously lush hair hung in ropes around their faces. They fell back from each other, laying wearily on the bed, their arms splayed out above their heads or across their bodies. Wilhelm's cock had resumed a normal size, drooping a bit but still fairly erect. The leader brushed her hair back from her face, a slow smile breaking her placid visage.

"My Lord..."

"Wilhelm Kraus..."

"You have pleased us, thoroughly."

He remained silent, the haze slowly lifting from his mind even if he wasn't sure what to do or say.

"For this, we will give you something..."

"Some words, information..."

"You are the true king of Anhalt, the only Lord worthy of that title," the leader finished.

"But there is already a king, God has chosen him."

"No God!"

"We told you..."

"Do not speak that name here again, this is your final warning."

As the slender blonde snarled out this last, Wilhelm saw the sharp talons on her fingers curl into claws.

"Wilhelm, please..."

"Listen to us, we have seen the truth..."

"The king has betrayed you, you and all of the citizens of the realm."

"You must continue home..."

"The forest will speed your journey..."

"When you arrive, you will know what must be done," the leader said, her fingernail trailing lazily around her nipple.

"Who are you?" Wilhelm asked.

"Yours," they said in unison.

Wilhelm stood, suddenly full of purpose. He turned and walked away from the three harlots, not glancing back as they laughed and cooed, their voices melting away. He strode through the ruined halls, back to the room where they had stripped away his armor. It was laid out for him in neat stacks, gleaming and bright, repaired and washed. As he affixed the outer layer of plate, Wilhelm saw the pool. It was full of seething murk, the water a nebulous, bubbling morass. His lip curled up involuntarily and he growled like an animal. Wilhelm crossed himself and was about to call upon God for strength, when he remembered the snarled threat of the witch. As his head had cleared, he was now certain that the harlots had been witches, ensorceling him with dark magic. They had been decrepit hags when he arrived, but then when the clean, clear water of the pool had rushed over him, they were beautiful sirens. Now, as he saw the true form of the pool, he felt unclean and tainted. He felt his sack and cock shrink up under his armor and wondered if they had infected that part of him. Wilhelm resolved to get out of this cursed place first, then find a bishop to bless him. He would fast and pray to God for salvation.

Seeing a torch through a crumbling gap in the wall, Wilhelm rushed over and hefted the brand out of its sconce. He spun around, stalking back down the hall. When he was almost upon the portal leading into the room with the bed, he felt a weakness grip him. He fell to his knees, barely able to keep the torch from dropping to the stone at his feet. Wilhelm looked up as a shadow fell over him. The wispy blonde girl skipped over, her shaven sex still visibly swollen. Her index finger waved back and forth and she snatched the torch from him with her other hand. Wilhelm felt strength rush back into his limbs as he watched her slender ass disappear around the edge of the portal. He stared at the glow emanating from the room. Shaking his head, Wilhelm remembered what his purpose was and stood, walking briskly away from the sirens' lair.

Wilhelm stepped out into the night, the cool air striking his face and breaking the away the last of his torpor. His horse was tethered to a rotted post, the animal perking up as he approached. He untangled the lead and mounted smoothly, kicking the beast's flanks once his toes had caught the stirrups. They rushed across the dark grass, toward the trees at the edge of the forest. The horse galloped forward, its hooves striking massive blows against the ground. Wilhelm cringed as the trees loomed in front of them. The horse didn't slow, but the trunks shifted. Wilhelm watched, heart full of fear, as the trees spread apart, opening a portal for him. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw them closing back behind them, pushing the light away.

After a time, Wilhelm got used to the punishing pace and shifting foliage. He hunched over the horse, his thoughts on his family. Explaining this to Elise was going to be impossible, he would have to consult with a priest, find out what the best course of action would be. His son was thirteen this year and impressionable, he would need to be every inch the pious knight for his sake. With the king visiting his keep this summer, Wilhelm would also need to find a way to not reveal his true contempt for the man. King Geoff the Third was the latest scion of the von Albrecht lineage, a weak-willed man who relied heavily on his Knight Lords to keep his realm safe. Wilhelm was lord of the western edge of Anhalt, his keep sitting right next to the border with the warlike nation of Braunschweig. The kings of the two small countries had been allies off and on, when outside invaders threatened their respective lands. Lately, Wilhelm had been patrolling into the forests along the border, trying to get a firm count of the soldiers that had been amassing and raiding farms.

He burst through the trees, a village approaching swiftly as his horse's stride tore at the ground. Wilhelm was shaken from his thoughts by the change in scenery. They had only entered the forest to avoid a large enemy patrol, a forest he had never seen in thirty years of exploring his lands. He knew it was officially on the Braunschweig side of the border, but he had crossed frequently as a youth and recently on campaigns. As soon as they had dashed into the bizarre woods, Wilhelm and his men had felt an ominous presence that none could put a finger on. They chattered nervously in the brief minutes until the sun had disappeared, then the denizens ruthlessly attacked. His horse slowed as they neared the main dirt road leading into the small village, finally obeying his commands after their gallop through the dark. Wilhelm saw that the moon was high and the light of fires and lamps called to him, drawing him forward.

Townsfolk stared at him, hands dirty and clothing ripped. He knew that he was pristine in his armor and that they would recognize him as a knight or maybe even recognize his crest and know him as their lord. Before he realized it, he had slowed to a stop before the tallest building in the town, the sharp spire of the church piercing the moon from where he sat astride his horse. He dismounted heavily, handing the reins to a peasant who approached him with a scraping bow. A hunched man in a hooded cloak was sitting on the edge of the church steps. As Wilhelm walked forward, his armor shifting noisily, the man looked up. Wilhelm couldn't see his eyes beneath the hood, but the raspy voice cut at his soul.

"What evil approaches?" the man croaked fearfully. "The beast has come among us! Repent and make your peace with our Lord God!"

"What are you rambling about, old man?"

"Sorry, Lord. My father is blind and a little senile. He knows not what he says," a young man said, gripping the arm of the hunched man and dragging him back.

"I am Lord Wilhelm Kraus, Defender of Lord God's Light."

"My lord," the man said, cowering away from him as Wilhelm loomed over them.

"Old man," Wilhelm started, his hand ripping away the hood. "Tell me what you see."

He felt his lips twitch in a snarl as the cloudy, white orbs fell upon his face. Wilhelm growled low in his throat. When he realized what he was doing, he made an effort to remain calm.

"I see... Evil, unholy. A dark, pulsing, shifting cloud surrounds a beast, jaws spread wide and dripping steaming crimson slobber. I see red eyes, red soul, dead soul, dead eyes."

"You hear, Lord? He is crazed, mad."

"Shut up, boy!" Wilhelm barked.

"Lord Kraus! What is the meaning of this?"

Wilhelm looked up at the black frock of the village priest, a man he knew personally. They had met as he toured the countryside, encouraging farmers to produce more during a recent famine. He met his eyes and saw that the man looked terrified, staring down at his hands. Wilhelm followed the priest's gaze and realized that his knuckles were white, his fingers hatefully choking the life from the blind, old man. He let go with a gasp.

"Lord Kraus... Come with me, quickly," the priest said, holding out his hand.

Wilhelm gripped it, feeling sanity flood back in as the priest's clammy palm touched his. He looked down at the young peasant who was shaking his father. Without another thought for them, Wilhelm turned and followed the priest into the gloriously lit church.

"My lord, are you well?"

"Father Aldo, you must bless me, immediately."

"What has happened?"

"It doesn't matter!" Wilhelm shouted, gripping the priest by the shoulder hard enough to make the man turn back to him. "Bless me."

Aldo looked scared, his eyes wide and watery. Wilhelm didn't want to get violent with a man of God, but he was desperate. It seemed that Aldo sensed the razor's edge that held Wilhelm in check and he nodded over and over, pulling the knight by the hand to the alter. They passed empty pews, dark-stained oak with richly engraved bibles sitting on the benches. Arriving at the alter, Wilhelm knelt without looking up at the effigy. Father Aldo rushed about, gathering water from a stone basin, wine and bread. He stepped up beside Wilhelm and put his fingers under the knight's chin. Looking up, Wilhelm was struck by a blinding flare of light, so bright and white that he felt that his tender orbs must have burst or glazed over just as the old man's had. He heard Aldo gasp and a thunderous crash.

"Father! Father, what has happened," Wilhelm said, seeing bursts of color that were slowly resolving into the effigy, but still unable to focus.

"The Christ, he has fallen from the cross," the priest said, fear chasing his words.

"What? You lie."

"No, Lord Kraus. No, I speak truth!"

Wilhelm put his hands up to his face, palms rubbing against his closed eyelids. He tried them experimentally, opening his eyes to see his hands only a few inches from his face. When he looked up, he saw that the cross was indeed missing the Christ. The cross was still hanging, but pieces of the Lord's son were scattered around the alter and pulpit. Wilhelm stared at the cross, looking at the stained glass portrait of Mary and Jesus that was high in the center of the wall behind the crucifix. As he looked on, a snapping sound echoed through the church, the cross coming unhinged suddenly at the top. It swung down heavily, a pendulum that both Wilhelm and the priest watched in horror until it finally settled, upside down before them. Father Aldo screamed and turned to run but Wilhelm's quick strike caught his ankle and he went headlong onto the carpeted floor. Wilhelm crawled to him, clawing his way up the man's frock until he could get a grip on his shoulders. He spun him, looking down at the moaning priest.

"Bless me, now."

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Wilhelm's eyes fluttered open, the light of dawn streaming in through the long, slim windows. He groaned and clutched his head, trying to make sense of the rush of images that came to him unbidden. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. As he saw the disordered chapel, cross hanging upside down and a number of pews askew, the events of the night came rushing back to him. He stood, groaning, and saw that he had fallen asleep on one of the hard pews, his armor scattered about. A banging sound made him look over his shoulder to the barred portal. He remembered throwing Father Aldo down the stairs after the man had blessed him, slamming the heavy wooden beam across the doors behind him. The townsfolk had apparently gathered their courage with the dawn and were now looking to break down the doors and get some revenge on their lord. Wilhelm's smile would have shocked him if he had been able to see it, his eyes flashing with hate.