Chapter 3: A New Sire

The rest of the preparations took about a day and a half, most of which I spent lying in a bed in the laboratory of Classus and his colleagues being pumped full of colored liquids. I awoke exhausted after each session. They told me my aging was slowing, my metabolism becoming more efficient in renewing itself. One side-effect would be a slight increase in sexual drive and ability but then ... that was my job now.

Three days after being abducted by Terrestrials, I found myself packing to leave Espera. Though it was the most populated place on the planet, it was also the most populated by males. All of the women were already claimed, and I had no intention of making my life in paradise difficult. As evidenced by the lack of defense at the Palace, this was a very peaceful society. I needed no protection, except from any accidents I might cause myself. So, I loaded up a backpack with some trail food and leather pouches for water and waved goodbye to Cara and her underlings as I left by the main gate, wearing a brand new pair of heavier pants and a solid coat, courtesy of one of the local tailors. Classus himself had lost interest in me as soon as he was done treating me and had rescinded his ‘hospitality’, access to any more pussy inside Espera, as an incentive to get my ass out of his domain.

So I found myself hitching a ride on horse-drawn wagons, moving northwest at pre-industrial speeds, which as it turns out, are not very speedy. As I’d been warned, material possessions rapidly became much less sumptuous as I put more distance between myself and Espera. The women I met, though, were universally healthy and attractive, largely a product of the magical health regimen I myself had received. They were also universally claimed by this or that Sire and I began to get quite frustrated. While very happy to help me with transportation, lodging or food, their other ‘services’ were sworn to their Masters and I dared not challenge any well-established pillars of the community yet. Classus had also made it clear that going around begging other men for use of their servants was severely frowned upon.

After about a week of masturbation, though, some of the locals began to give me tips about villages or isolated houses which had not been claimed yet, free to the first Sire to happen along. At the first opportunity, I left the road and steered toward the closest rumor, a single house inhabited by two sisters, away from any villages. The directions followed a barely visible trail past a little hamlet of half a dozen houses, up toward the foothills of some faraway mountains. Several hills and valleys and false turns later I found myself making for a tell-tale wisp of smoke on the horizon. By morning, I reached the fence. Some sheep were bleating in the field beyond and it was a clear, beautiful morning. As I approached the farmhouse, the door opened and a straight-haired Mediterranean-looking woman stepped out, dumping a basin of grey water while hoisting a stack of freshly-washed clothes over her shoulder. She was dressed conservatively in a long beige tunic with a shirt and skirt underneath. When she saw me, she almost dropped the basin in surprise then looked around yelling “Mara! Come to the gate!” before setting down her work and rushing to greet me.

“Glad your presence, free your gifts, Sire!” She exclaimed, bowing from the waist while holding her palms crossed over her chest instead of performing the elaborate greeting ritual common in Espera. “My name is Stinneh, if it please you.”

Immediately, another woman turned the corner of the cottage, carrying a mass of wool in one hand and some shears in the other, then quickly set these down and sprinted up to greet me and introduce herself as Mara (if it please me) and I found I was indeed pleased. Stinneh was a bit shorter than me, with wide hips and what looked to be a good handful of tit inside her tunic. Mara was even shorter, her head coming up to my shoulder, and slimmer. Both women had straight, dark brown hair and green eyes. Their complexion was tanned, creamy and smooth. Best of all, they seemed very eager to meet me. Time for the win-or-lose question.

“Does any Sire claim this house, or any woman here?” I asked, following what I’d been told was standard procedure.

“No, Sire” Mara quickly replied “we beg what gifts you would freely give.” At this she nudged her sister and both women turned around, eagerly lifted their heavy skirts over their full, fleshy hips and dropped on all fours in the grass by the side of the little path which passed their cottage, legs spread lewdly, arching their bare asses up at me. I waited a few seconds, savoring the sight of the two shapely, caramel-colored rumps cleaving lusciously apart to reveal their innermost charms, Stinneh’s lush expanse of flesh contrasting with her sister’s narrower, almost perfectly round posterior. They were both mature women, complete with mouthwatering curves and dark curls of pubes adorning the labia and perineum. I lay a hand on each of their tailbones.

“I, Adam, hereby claim you to my service until I give up the claim or it is won from me.” And at this they got up, dropping the hems of their tunics, becoming once more nice, quiet farm girls. Stinneh whispered something to her sister, who rushed inside the cottage ahead of us, then met us at the entrance holding two small silver coins with their names and their mother’s name engraved on them – the only currency a Sire needed. I squirreled them away inside the coin pouch I’d been provided for their safekeeping. We stepped inside the small building and sat on a chair by the table. There were two small beds on either end of the main room; either would be a snug fit for two. Aside from the main room there was only a recessed area for storage and the stove.

“Do you wish anything of us now, Sire?” asked Mara, intertwining her fingers in front of her nervously.

Damn right I did! But I managed to keep calm and stated coolly:

“A bit of water would be good, and then the use of one of your pussies –Stinneh, I think.” I started removing my coat and added “Mara, I will sleep in your bed tonight.” I laughed internally at the way their faces brightened with each promise. My cock was painfully hard inside my pants, but I didn’t want to rush things. I just sat back as Stinneh began to unlace her tunic while her sister fetched a jug of water. I drank slowly, watching the voluptuous thirty-something strip rather unceremoniously before me. Her breasts were large, heavy and elongated, drooping a bit against her chest. Small, light brown nipples and areolas barely stood out from the soft cream-colored mounds. It was clear she didn’t spend all her time clothed head-to-foot, her arms and face being only slightly more tanned than the rest. I wondered at these beauties prancing naked through the fields, their tits bouncing in the sun. To my surprise, Mara was still hovering just inside the door, biting her lip as she stared at the bulge in my pants which grew as her sister revealed her body. She seemed unperturbed by being a third wheel. Noticing me looking at her, she asked in a matter-of-fact tone, as if the thought had just occurred to her:

“Do you wish me to leave?”

I shook my head, smiling, and started to undo my pants. Having her watch as I took her sister was an unexpected bonus. Their eyes lit up as my cock came twitching impatiently into view, Stinneh now completely nude, her wide bush hiding the treasure below. I motioned her toward me, having her lean over as I sat in the chair so I could bury my face in her heavy breasts for a few minutes, hefting each luscious mound while I sucked on her nipples in turn. Leaning with one hand on the wall behind me, she absentmindedly brought her other to my erection, not in any purposeful way, but only wrapping it around and giving the occasional soft tug. She sighed as I caressed her back with my free hand, edging downwards to plant my palm against a rich, fleshy ass cheek. Finally, I stood and reached down between her legs, parting her lower lips to find them damp enough to proceed. Her hands went up to my shoulders, caressing me, though her gaze was fixed downwards between us. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Bend down with your hands on your bed.” I was surprised at the tension in my own voice. I had been on the road for almost two weeks sleeping in little inns and farmhouses and fearing I’d never find any women which had not been claimed, my frustration and fatigue building all the while. I needed rest, but first, I needed release. I glanced at Mara. Her eyes were glazed over, one hand fondling her breasts while she fingered herself with the other underneath her skirt, watching her sister doubled-over in front of her bed as I got behind her, ready to take my first claim as a Sire.

“Spread your legs” I said, patting Stinneh on her butt. She lowered her head trying to look backwards between her opening thighs for my approaching rod and almost jumped when my cock-head touched her cunt.

“How long has it been, Stinneh? Since a m-” I corrected myself “Since a sire took you?”

“At least two years, Master ... yessss” she hissed as I fully parted her labia. She was dripping wet now and obviously more than ready. “We were, mmmmhh, we were left when our last sire travelled west to found an esta- aaaahh!” she was clutching the bedsheet every time I drove another inch of cock into her, then quickly pushing her hips back against me, eager for more. I stopped for a few seconds buried fully inside her, my nutsack dangling in her pubes, then grabbed onto either side of her wide hips and started driving into her. Her heavy boobs dangled rhythmically beneath her, slapping against her arms occasionally. I frantically pounded her for a couple of minutes then almost knocked her forward onto the bed with one last thrust and emptied what felt like a gallon of semen into her birth canal. She hadn’t come yet but I couldn’t be bothered to care. I pulled out of her and moved over to collapse on the other bed, watching the spectacle of Mara leaning all her weight on the wall of the cottage, holding her skirt with one hand and furiously frigging her slit, her sight glued to my softening genitals. I lay back and spread my legs, letting her get as good a look as she wanted. Stinneh straightened up and turned toward me, trembling with sexual tension but managing a slight bow and a meek:

“Thank you, Sire, for your gifts. Do you wish any further service for the moment?” To our side, Mara sighed and stiffened up in a little orgasm, digging two fingers into her snatch then relaxed, pulling them out glistening with her juices.

“Only one before I rest. Mara, come here. Bring me those fingers and let me taste you.” She caught her breath then gladly offered her wet hand. I took it and licked all around her fragrant index and middle finger, flicking my tongue suggestively between them, at which her eyes widened. Stinneh in the meantime brought some water and washed my genitals clean, lovingly caressing me almost to full hardness again. Exhaustion won the battle, though, and not bothering to dress again, I drifted off to a peaceful sleep on Mara’s bed.

I awoke quite refreshed from my nap, dressed, peeked outside and saw it was mid-day. There was no sign of my two new toys, and I assumed they were out in the fields. A quick glance around showed their farm was not excessively large, but everything looked healthy enough. One of them was off near the woods, keeping an eye on a handful of sheep as they grazed. Her head was covered but even from this distance it was obvious she was topless, her rotund breasts freely exposed in the summer heat. Further on, I ran into Stinneh carrying two buckets of water. She offered service, as I was starting to realize was the custom, but I decided to let them go about their business. I had her point me toward the water source and found a thin, clear creek flowing through the edge of the woods. I walked about for a while, rested, relaxed. Soon I picked a spot downstream, stripped down and washed myself, starting to truly feel like a new man after my long search, a true masterful Sire of this wonderful world. The water was cool and as I stood naked at the edge of sunlight, flapping my arms (and, incidentally, other bits) to warm up again, I realized I was being watched. Mara was leaning against a tree behind me, fanning herself with a big floppy straw hat, watching me dreamily. The top of her tunic was still undone, hanging around her waist, her breasts proudly on display. They were a bit firmer and smaller than her sister’s, topped by the same small nipples. As I reached for my pants, she seemed to snap out of her daze.

“Stinneh is preparing our meal, Sire. We have a potato stew with onions and some berries from the meadow. Do you wish anything else which we may provide?”

“No, Mara, that sounds wonderful.” Then again, as she turned to leave: “Mara, you and Stinneh are sisters, are you not?” She nodded. “Which is the older?”

“Stinneh. She is fifty-three years of age this past spring. I am eight years younger.”

I fumbled with my shirt, almost dropping it, then regained my composure and waved her away. Neither of them looked a day over thirty and I would’ve given even odds they were still in their early twenties. Whatever this world’s wizards had gotten a hold of to slow aging was damn good stuff. I thought of Classus, almost two hundred and still not entirely bald or grey-headed. That could be me. I headed back for the cottage.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The food was a bit oily, but tasty nonetheless. We ate largely in silence, a quiet feeling of anticipation building as evening drew nearer and with it my promise of sharing Mara’s bed. She disappeared toward the creek for a long time before dinner with a bar of soap and I fought my impulse to follow her. As I came back inside from a stroll after the evening meal, I found her sitting on the edge of her bed, stark naked. A small oil lamp was shedding a bit of dim light from above the stove and Stinneh was lying down on the other side of the room, leaning on her elbow and curiously watching me as I came in, heavy tits hanging sideways slightly across her chest. It was a warm night, with little need for blankets. Mara shifted nervously and murmured:

“I beg your gifts, Sire. How do you wish to take me?” Then immediately remembering the protocol, flipped around and knelt against the bed, presenting me with her rounded posterior. Startled by my quick slap on her rump and after a questioning glance over her shoulder, my servant got up and resumed a seated position.

I stood there a bit admiring the way her breasts rose with each breath then moved closer, removing my shirt. “Push your tits together.” She pressed them into each other with her palms, edging forward as I reached for her nipples and tweaked them while admiring the deep furrow of her cleavage. Pushing her back gently onto the bed, I stroked her legs, focusing upwards along her inner thighs, causing her to part them invitingly. Her cunt looked snug, a thin slit barely showing a dash of pink between the labia. Despite her apparent eagerness, Mara also seemed apprehensive and uncertain, eyeing the shifting, twitching bulge in my loose pants with a serious expression. I got up and undid the laces on my trousers, dropping them to the floor. Mara gulped at the sight of my wobbling prick but made no move as I knelt between her outspread thighs again. Despite having ejaculated in Stinneh that morning, I was stiff as a log and feeling several days’ worth of pressure behind my balls, so I largely missed those subtle hints in my eagerness and gave my shaft a fast couple of strokes before settling its blunt end at her entrance. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips as I started applying pressure and pulled myself closer to her, kissing her neck down to the tops of her appealing, sizeable boobs. The feel of her pussy lips sliding past my cock-head made me close my eyes and moan. Mara was tight! I excitedly penetrated almost entirely into her, glorying in the feel of her pelvic muscles clamping around my meat like a vise, before a whimper made me snap my eyelids open. I was surprised at seeing my lover’s face tensed in pain, her lips taut and eyes squeezed shut.

“Mara, are you alright? What’s wrong” I said, my heavy breath blowing a few strands of dark hair back from her face. Her eyelids fluttered open. She looked at me hesitatingly, her earlier apprehension seemingly grow to outright fear.

“No, Master, please. I ... my service to you...” She bit her lower lip and stared down, avoiding my eyes. From the other bed, Stinneh began explaining shyly. I had almost forgotten she was there watching me mount her dear baby sister. My cock twitched inside Mara’s vulva, causing it to spasm around me.

“My sister, Sire, she ... her womanhood is always...” For the first time since I’d met them and they’d eagerly bent over and offered me their naked asses in the middle of the road, the two women looked embarrassed. I slowly drew back from Mara’s clinging tunnel and nodded for Stinneh to continue. Before she could say a word, Mara snapped a protest, placing her hands hesitatingly on my hip and shoulder.

“No, Master, please. I ... my service is yours to take as you wish. I welcome you, if you desire my quim.”

“Her ... quim is...” Stinneh faltered “Mara is ... slow to moisten. And the tightness of her passage makes receiving a member difficult at first, more so when it is of such girth as yours” she wet her lips “ ... Master.” I nodded and turned my attention to Mara once more, smiling reassuringly as I withdrew my shaft against her protests.

“I am not ... I ... can still provide service, Sire. I pray you, do not be unhappy with us. If not myself, you may still find my sister desirable.” Stinneh nodded at this, sitting up on the side of her bed, her hands massaging her stomach and thighs around her bush. I shook my head, grinned and reached, instead of my pants, for my pack.

“You are very desirable, Mara, and I am in no way unhappy with you. I only wish that you had confessed this sooner. Do not hesitate to tell me of any fears you might have about your ... service, or any pain you experience. I do not wish to cause you any harm, nor would I surrender your claim over so small a matter.” As I kept talking, I felt for the first time that I was fitting into this society, acting like a true Sire and Master to my servants. Both women exhaled deeply and relaxed as I continued my speech. “For now, we only need to help you with a bit of slickness.”

“I did not know whether you would allow it, Master, but we do have some cooking oil we could use.”

“No need. I have something better.” I produced a small bottle from my pack, part of my supplies from Espera. It contained a clear, colorless, thin, greasy substance. It was so resiliently lubricating and resistant to solvents that when I’d spilled some on my hands back in the city it was easier to let it soak into the skin over hours than try to clean it off.

“Oh” smiled Mara, obviously familiar with the liquid “Thank you, Master. We cannot afford to buy much tail-oil, and we did not know we would be claimed.” She stretched her legs sideways obscenely as I dripped some of the oil onto her vulva and used two fingers to work it in. Seeing her close her eyes in pleasure, I added my thumb on her clit, twirling around it and teasing it out of its hood as I buried each knuckle-length into her. Even around my fingers, she was tight enough that I proceeded slowly. My cock hardened from its half-aroused state and, unable to bear it any longer, I spread a drop of oil on its head before positioning myself once more against Mara’s waiting pelvis. This time I moved slowly, giving her inch after inch as I felt her warm, clinging box relax around me. A small nasal whimper escaped her as our pubic bones met. I paused to let her fully adjust as I lavished some attention on her now flushed breasts and hardened little nipples, suckling and licking them until the grapefruit-sized mounds shone. I continued to molest them as I brought my hips back again. Soon we were enjoying a nice, slow fuck, though as excited as all the goings-on had gotten me, I needed a faster pace. I doubted whether Mara could orgasm now anyway and was beyond caring as I quickened the pace, her pussy-lips distorting as they slid along my shaft with every backward and forward movement. She didn’t seem to know much else to do besides lie there and a brief thought occurred to me that she’d gotten used to her Sires simply taking her quickly despite her discomfort. Any other considerations vanished though as I felt my climax boiling up out of me, splashing against her inner walls and I collapsed on top of her and mashed her tits between our chests. After enjoing the feel of her labored breathing for half a minute, I slid out and off her. A small trail of semen was visible against her inner thigh as she recovered and got up to rinse herself, remembering her manners by bowing slightly and saying:

“I thank you, Sire, for your gifts.” As her sister ducked outside the hut, Stinneh thoughtfully added “Do you wish further service?”

My dick was quickly regaining its vigor but I decided I’d rather save whatever I had left for more fun later on and we all went to sleep. The beds were too small for two people, but I didn’t complain, nodding off while spooning my thankful servant’s willing, pliant body, one hand draped over her onto her soft bosom.I woke up hours later, in the absolute stillness of a warm, calm summer night in the countryside, with my cock rising up against Mara’s smooth ass. My first impulse was to try getting back to sleep without bothering her. Then I remembered the correct social protocol for my current place and time, and raised a hand to lift the rich hair over my servant’s ear and murmur her name:

“Mara.” and she immediately whispered back, obviously not sleeping:

“Yes?”

“I wish to take your service, Mara.”

“Free are your gifts, gracious Sire.”

“I want to fuck your delightful tight snatch right here and now, Mara” I added, looking across the room where Stinneh snorted softly in her sleep “I’m going to plant my seed inside you while your sister sleeps across from us. Do you think we can manage not to wake her?” I reached down across her legs and fumbled for the bottle of tail-oil on the floor.

“Yes, Master, if you wish it. She seeps soundly. When we were girls, I would play tricks on her.” I chuckled softly at the added intimacy of her sharing childhood memories with the perfect stranger trying to breed her. She raised her leg and hissed gently at the feel of my fingers spreading the oil around and into her pussy. I took the opportunity to reach around and massage her clitoris again, rubbing my fingers in ever-tighter motions around it.