Chapter 5

Laenas’s Cottage, Freymount, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125

Edith Laenas

I clasped my hands together and held them up to my temple as I knelt before the small altar in the house. It was draped in white cloth. It was stationed underneath the back of the house’s window, which looked out to our garden, fields, and distant hills. The sun was still hanging high in the sky, even though it felt like hours had passed.

Hours since I...

Oh, by the gods!

“To the great gods of the divine,” I whimpered. All I had was my undergarments on, my heart pounding. “I, Edith Laenas, your humble servant, come to you now for atonement and guidance for my house. I atone for all the sins committed under my house and pray for guidance on ensuring my house’s grace.”

I began to whimper heavily. “Please, please, forgive me! I tried. I really, really tried.”

But still, I have committed a very heinous act. One, I feel, that even the gods would never forgive.

How could I be so weak!

I have managed to keep my ... urges at bay for many years now. But now, they have started to become stronger than before. The hunger, the needs, the wants, are all becoming too much for me to handle. They are taking me over. I could feel pieces of who I am slowly slipping away into the abyss of nothing, leaving with the hunger for more.

Like now.

My pussy was becoming wetter and hotter, my blood pumping. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs, making a small puddle on the floor where I kneel. But my juices weren’t the only thing that was flowing from my pussy. My son’s cum, not tangled with my juices, was beginning to trickle down as well. The proof of my heinous act that I have committed.

How can a mother do such a thing to her son?!

But.

The hunger.

It was becoming more intense, more unbearable that I couldn’t control myself. I just needed to satisfy it in hopes it would go away. Henry, my dear sweet husband, was my remedy. But I could see my needs are taking a toll on him. He is no longer the soldier I met in the city of Yester all those years ago. He is becoming older, and trying to satisfy my need and hunger has made him exhausted and drained.

Tears began to fall from my face.

I am sick.

A burden.

I am a burden on my husband. And soon, I will become a burden on my whole family.

The tears only seem to now form a waterfall upon my cheeks, adding more liquid to the puddle beneath me.

“Give me the strength I need to fight these unnatural urges,” I said, whimpering, feeling the urges to fuck growing much stronger in me. My pussy was aching to be fed, throbbing to be plowed again and again, and again...

No!

I must stay in control. I am my own master, not these carnal wants that plague me.

I need to get away.

“Mother,” Solomon said from behind, startling me.

I gasped in shock. He must’ve recovered from our session earlier. Like most men in this family, their stamina is remarkable. So are there...

“No!” I yelled.

“Mother, are you alright? Are you hurt?” he responded, concerned in his voice.

I couldn’t look at him, too afraid of what I might do if I did. I just need to get away from him. Get away from everyone.

“Mother!”

I heard Solomon screaming after me as I ran out of the house and headed somewhere, anywhere, that wasn’t where Solomon was. I opened the door for the darkness that lies within me to now awaken Solomon, my youngest child. How could I? I just hope by fate that it does not consume him like it’s doing to me.

My bare feet crushed over the soft grass and dandelions as I continued running forward, not looking back, nor hearing Solomon’s voice as I continued to run.

I caught a glimpse of the hanging willow tree that stands at the end of Anton’s family farm. Seeing that, I slowly came to a stop before dropping to my knees and began to cry once more. This has to stop. I can’t let my darkness take over. For the sake of my entire family, I need to put an end to this. Or else, I will become lost to the darkness and become the abomination I have feared becoming ever since I learned what I was from the priests in Yrester as a young girl.

Henry and I had discussed a long time ago whether I was losing the fight with my darkness. I will go to the Righteous Peak, a temple in the Golden Mountains, where I will confine myself to a life of worship and atonement. More importantly, I will be away from my family and guarantee their chance of the darkness not overtaking them.

I looked back at the way I came as I stood up.

I hope Henry will understand. I tried so hard, but I wasn’t strong enough.

And I hope one day Solomon will forgive me for what I have done.

I hope all of them will forgive me.

A loud snap sound interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to my surroundings. Something like a twig has been stepped on. I focused my eyes around me, peering in every direction. Something rustled in the woods, approaching me. I studied the trees and caught flashes of a humanoid figure. It wasn’t long before the figure emerged in the open.

It was a bandit.

He wore leather armor, whether it was red with dye. The only part of the armor that wasn’t covering was his arms. His arms, however, were covered by tattoos, one I made out to be a spider with a dagger running through it.

I froze, holding my breath.

The bandit met my gaze and quickly began to charge towards me.

I tried to run, but my ankles were quickly wrapped up by ropes, and I fell to the ground. I looked down at my feet. They were tangled up in bolas. I was caught.

“Not every day I trap myself with such beauty,” he laughed as he stood over me.