The Three Masters
First, King Of High Rocks, crowned by the Aurora.
Agnoth sits on the throne of rock, waiting for you to embrace him. He is not warm, even as you sink into the mossy tendrils of lichen that surrounds his stone body. Despite his hardness, a slickness envelopes you and that is welcoming, wet, and sensual. The king of the aurora does not talk much, if at all, and his breathing shakes your body with it's gusting power.
Subtlety, with the quietness of a calm winter wind, you involve yourself in his sprawling limbs and become another part of the flowing body. Once past the initial curtain of his form, you enter a knowing dance with this grand unknowable being.
The bark that clings to his arms and feet gives way to softer tree flesh beneath the knitting of fiber, and already you can feel him becoming excited as he soaks in the heat of your body for himself. Warmth like this is rare, especially where he reigns. The place where even the summers are mild and the days are always short and mostly non-existent. He drinks in the radiating heat of your skin, but he wishes for more. Between you, a soft appendage extends ready to probe into your depths.
This is what both of you wanted when he desired you this close again. And for you, he longs for this season more than others, and will remark upon your memory when you are passed.
For now though, he will take your offering and enjoy the touch of you.
But the king is beyond ancient, and his brittle bark moves slowly. His thoughts trickle to you, and in your mind you see visions of his rough talons curling around your thighs which leave lasting marks. He pushes you over the arm of this throne to pound you ruthlessly into the stone, but this cannot be. If you wish to take him, you must ride him.
Cocooned in his lichen you will not fall, and so you feel his girthy penile tentacle twitch tantalizingly against your opening as you sink yourself onto him. In the darkness you can look down and see a slight glow of his inner flesh laid bare to you, shimmering in the crisp night air, but it disappears as you sink lower. He stretches you well, and the rough curls across the surface and knots in the girth makes your toes curl and your hands grip his lichen for balance.
He seems satisfied to sit in you as you adjust, but the king silently directs you to move only by his twitching, as the tentacle begins to thrash inside you.
A surprised moan falls for your lips and your head falls back. There is not thought, only instinct as you begin riding him against the thrashing. His tongue wonders out from beneath his skullen head and licks your neck slowly. You lean closer and your mouth finds the odd nook where his seems to emerge. You cannot take his tongue in your mouth but he enjoys how you kiss the rough flesh as your hips buck atop his.
Eventually the pleasure is too much, what is left of your sense chases pleasure with slow but brutal grinding as you whet yourself on him with sloppy sounds echoing into the night sky. There is not much longer, you are nearly at your limit, and darkness is forming before your eyes. The pleasure is curling and divine in your stomach, painting pictures of light awaiting on the horizon of your cresting pleasure.
The king's breaths are coming faster now, and it is clear neither of you will last. Suddenly his hips jerk upwards, the sharp weight of it spearing his member so deep the aurora paints itself onto your eyelids instead of the sky. You shiver and quake as a cool seed floods you, but your mind is lost in the pattern of light behind your eyelids.
Above, the true aurora flashes, and you collapse heaving, but together.
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Secondly lives Yu, The One Who Strides Through Dead Ends
Yu is a strange creature. His elegant figure is hypnotic to look upon and yet cunning hides in his eyes. You don't know what he desires from living in this cave, yet he often comes here for rest. There is no throne for him, no temple, no priests dedicated to worshiping his name. Yet, he is divine. He has never hurt you, far from it, and you've come to sense when he's arrived here--his presence brings a certain whisper to the wind on nearly moonless nights like this one.
When you approach, it is as if he already knows your intentions though he cannot speak your language. His head flickers behind him, and you suddenly see a path reveal itself to a small spot of clear cave floor next to a sparkling pool of water that glows green softly in the dim.
While there is little in this clearing beside a soft bed of moss and a pillar of rounded stone, something tells you that the creature is bringing you to its bed chambers--and that only means one thing in any language. Be they the bidding of silent gods or the quaint speech of humans.
The protector of these caves nudges you with his long face, though the rest of him is unrecognizable to your eyes. Is he a beast? Man? Something in between?
What he is, is soft perfection. His hair is smooth and softer than anything you've touched before. While his transitory dwelling is hard and unyielding, his being is made of otherworldly fibers that comfort you eternally, even beyond his embrace.
He leads you towards the large pillar and butts you back so that you bend forward. You find a ledge to put your hands on and suddenly teeth grip into your robe and rip it right off your person. The hairs on your body stand on end, and almost without warning the creature is readying itself to mount you.
It jumps slightly and you feel his soft hairs brush your back as something hot hits your stomach. It's so thick, it sits on the crest of your ass, pulsing for just a moment. It's smooth and stout and you can't wait to feel it dig and grind against your wall. And then to know what came later... you sigh in anticipation, shaking your ass left to right slightly.
There is no asking for time to prepare, for him to wait or for him to hurry. When he is ready he pushes himself in you fully with one painful thrust and your scream is silent in your throat--only a sound caught between a squeak and a moan leaves you. He steps forward and bumps his hips with yours, and this time an agonizing groan fills the silent cave as his cock pierces you again, grinding hard and deep.
He adjusts himself once more with a slight wiggle of his hips, but this is only for himself though he delights in how you spasm after each of his moves. There is a kind of smugness to the way he's taken you and you can hardly keep yourself standing under his total domination.
Once Yu is sure of his footing, that his cloven feet are in the thick of his bedding, the pounding begins. Hard and even thrust fill you beyond full again and again, pulling sounds you'd never heard from yourself out into the echoing cave. Garbled words of pleasure and strangled gasps echo on the cave walls as the silent beast continues humping until his member begins pulsing.
Your legs are shaking so terribly that you are only kept standing because of his cock, kept welded deep in your stomach. The pulses make your lips quiver and your eyes are filled with tears. When you think finally you'll be released, and his seed will penetrate deep into your body, he only shifts his stance, so his cock may lift your feet up off the ground.
Deeper, harder, the last few thrusts border on painful. Yet in your eyes are tears of elation.
You cry out his name and the beast rumbles deep in his throat, satisfied, and then a torrent of searing hot spend answers the clench of your inner most walls. It's too much for you to take, even as you feel it stir within you much still falls out in wet splats to the floor. He pumps twice more through his torrential seeding, rubbing his chest against your back until he finally jumps off you and pulls away.
Exhausted, you fall to the floor, into a puddle of your combined fluids and feel the slickness running down your legs and thighs. It is the only warmth to be found here, and it soon too will be taken by the rocks. The beast is not heartless, it nudges you closer to the water and you soon soak yourself in the glowing pool.
This is where you and Yu will spend the final hours of moon light. For he is a quiet companion of the on-going, and he will be there until it is time to go.
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Third, but certainly no less grand, the Master Tortune who lives on the edge of the crescent moon.
Tortune knows your language, but even if he did not, the look in his eyes is beyond knowing and age. You've come to the nest of this dragon for one reason, the only reason why anyone goes without weapons to the lair of a dragon. This is not the first time you've met with this otherworldly beast, but you know it will be the last for some time. He is no ordinary dragon, ruled by land lust and hunger, but a creature beyond this realm summoned here for only a short time.
"You have considered the offer?" He asked politely, more out of courtesy than anything.
There is a reserved look in his eye, though a playful glimmer remains. To become a receiver of his divine energy is a grueling process of denial. You must wrap yourself in a cloth of his making and mediate through a fast that lasts the length of a moon's cycle. You are allowed water, and small morsels of fruit at sunrise every four days, but you are not allowed to speak, leave the caves, or touch any skin that's hidden beneath the cloth he's blessed you with.
At first this seemed like not much a challenge. Monks and priests often did more in yearly rituals to show their devotion to their gods and goddesses. But the challenge of the test was not as simple as two fortnights fast. The cloth worn, though fair, itched in such a way that your skin was always sensitive. The cave you stayed in smelled of saltwater and fine food, and soft winds made reed music fill the air. It was divine. Simple and natural, yet so beautiful kings and queens would have sold their kingdoms to stay a day there.
And then, when you sat down to pray and meditate each day he, the one you did this for, was there. His mind shaped the mind wanderings, taking you hand in hand to higher realms of pleasure, leaving you aching.
Though it may have felt impossible at times, you had abstained from singing the song with the reeds, from ingesting the sweet bubbling spring water and the fresh food that grew there hidden deeper in the cave, and from releasing the cravings of your needy body. All to stand before him, and to answer his question as a sacred maiden, blessed and purified as no other was.
"I have." You say, dropping the shimmering robe that had covered your body from head to toe, exposing the bare flesh to the soft light and warm summer air. You felt clean, despite not having bathed for a month now, like the moonlight had cleansed you of all impurities. "I accept."
"Then you know what you must do."
You feel a pull to step closer, and you're soon coerced even closer by the furry tail that wraps itself around you. He brings you closer to his body, laying you in the warm spot where he just laid, and his smooth hands grab at your body and grip your breasts. Your head rolls back to look at his long face, and his beak nudges at your neck making you shiver.
The dragon has a particular claiming ritual, which is why few before had dared bind with the god as their vows of chastity and pride prevented them from opening themselves earnestly. He groped more until he took your thighs into his hands and spread them far apart. Each leg draped over the sides of his tail, and he scooched his long body closer. With one of his hands, he took your wrists and held them above your head and his member began extending between you.
You can't help but look, and your eyes grow wide with fear. He is large, befitting his grand stature.
Compelled to look up, you see the creature regarding you carefully, and with some amusement. Its mirthful look calms you, and then he speaks. "You are quite small, little one, but do not fear. No part of me will ever hurt you, close your eyes and you will feel me enter."
You do as you're told and when you feel this cock tip hit you, it is nearly as thick as your leg. You do not brace or fear, and the head soon pops in you. The size is suddenly perfect and the tip slides in easily. Each ridge grinds against you, filling you but just enough and soon you're writhing and moaning. It's been so long since you've been allowed to feel pleasure your body tingles and begs for more.
Tortune sees you grinding and lets you play and buck beneath him before his hips thrust forward with a sharp pound. There will be no playing past this point. He was fast and his movements smooth and soon your moans filled the moonlit field. There was naught but pleasure as he continued pounding, but his shaft began to grow longer at its base, hammering at your entrance.
His grip on you tightens and suddenly he pounds himself harder until the knot of flesh fills you with a hot 'pop.' You're stunned to breathy silence but he assures you this is not over. He continues to thrust deeply into you, though less evenly than before, and you are nothing but mess and moans.
The beast throws its head back and howls as his seed fills you. You shudder and moan and it reaches back and nips you, hard on the shoulder. It will leave a mark that mars you forever, you will belong to Tortune, even in death. But as his warmth fills you and your pleasure shakes your body uncontrollably, you know there is no other master you'd like to serve.
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