The Son of the moon.
He can’t sleep that night. His mind does not allow him to answer the call of his body for rest. It would be a long day tomorrow, he realizes that but yet he finds it impossible to close his eyes and drift away to dreamland. The next day would be one of the most important days in his life but rest he cannot find. He gets out of bed and starts pacing through his room, going over the ceremony that he is undergoing the next day.
He will turn 18 the next day and reaching the age of a man, becoming a fully accepted member of the village, meant that he would have to undergo his initiation. And completing the initiation ritual will reward him with the respect of the townsfolk. The respect that he needs if he wants to finish his apprenticeship, build a home or chose a woman for marriage.
His mind starts to wander as he thinks about some of the delightful creatures that are in town. Girls and women with long and smooth hair soft and shiny. Eyes that are always seductively turned away when he tries to catch a glimpse of them looking at him. The soft curves of their bodies tantalizing his thoughts, tempting him in the night. How he wants to lay with one of them. But the rules of his people are agonizingly strict. No boy can lay with a woman until after his initiation and you remain a boy to the community until you complete your initiation.
Breaking the rules has severe consequences. Most often the boy is sent into exile to the wetlands and he is not allowed to return to town for 2-3 years. He would be denied finishing his apprenticeship, no claims on a house or plot of land would be acknowledged and no woman would accept any marriage proposals until he was reinstated. Most often the woman or girl is not punished as there is no initiation for them. Women have a different place in society, it is up to the man to show virtue, to be well behaved.
He feels the soft pressure in his loins, his cock growing as his thoughts graze the edge of sexual fantasy, starting to press against the iron sleeve around it. Having worn the sleeve for so many years, conditioned by the experience of pain, the pressure quickly brings his thoughts to less tempting subjects, knowing that a progressing erection would bring progressive pain. But tomorrow he would be freed from the restricting sleeve. Tomorrow he would be a man and the reward would be worth all the restraint, focus and effort.
With his hands clenched into fists, he continues his pacing through the room. Walking from wall to wall, his nose almost touching the wooden panels on one side before turning around and walking towards the other side of the room where he can look out onto the yard. Back and forth, back and forth, his mind too high strung to allow him any rest. He looks out the window, the moon behind the clouds, casting an eerie light over the houses across the yard. Soon the sun would rise above the horizon, starting its ascent into the sky.
A soft, sudden noise outside draws his attention and standing completely still, he lets his eyes drift over the crates and barrels stacked in the yard at the back of the house. From the corner of his eye he catches a glance of something white moving in the back but when he looks at it straight, there is nothing but shadows. He could have sworn there was something there but he loses his patience after staring at the spot for a while and turns away from the window.
He walks to the other side of the room again, passing the chair on which his clothes for the next day are laid out. The leather of his jerkin and the linen of his shirt feel coarse on his soft hands. Simple clothes but fit for the challenges that lay ahead of him. He picks up the jerkin and checks the leather straps. They need to be in good shape to keep the jerkin tight around his body, it needs to protect his upper body when he walks the gauntlet tomorrow. A broken strap could mean sever bruises on his chest or abdomen. He doesn’t want to be in too much pain when the the initiation is over. There is a great reward waiting for him, if he makes it through the day.
A soft flow of air raises the hair in his neck and he turns on his heels quickly, finding the window cracked, the curtains moving slightly in the light breeze of the night. Wasn’t the window closed? Didn’t he make sure it was to keep out the noises of the street to ensure his rest? He can’t remember, his mind to occupied with the events ahead of him. He walks up to the window and pulls the handle of the window to close it, then grabs the curtains to pull them shut when he hears a soft giggle less than a foot away from him.
“ What the hell..?”
As he pulls the curtain to the side, the slender figure of a young woman appears from behind the thick, lush cloth hanging to the floor. Dressed in just a thin, white night gown, a big smile on her face, the young woman steps into the light of the candles in his room.
“ Vida! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”
Vida… The girl he had known all his life, the daughter of the gold smith at the end of the street, the girl that he played with in the streets and that started haunting his dreams all too often once he discovered her beauty and her sexual appeal. She had caused him more physical pain as he would ever tell her, although he was certain that she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on men. Heads turned when she walked the streets, her body slender and tall, her hair as dark as the night, her eyes blue as the ocean, her lips full and pouting, forming the perfect kissing mouth. Her breasts firm and full, her waist slender, her hips wide. Her legs long and slender, athletic at the same time. Somehow she oozed sex when she reached the age of 16.
The smile on Vida’s face changes into a sneaky grin. Quickly she places her hand on his chest and pushes him to the bed, making him sit down as his calves hit the edge of the matrass. Taking a step back, she presents her body by pushing her chest out, exposing her barely covered breasts, arching her back to show off her tight ass and pulling up her night gown a little to expose her calves and knees.
“Aww, poor boy. Nervous about the initiation tomorrow? Why can’t I be in here? I’ve been in your room a million times!”
She moves, turning around and walking towards the mirror in his room, swinging her hips on purpose, teasing him with her femininity. He watches her move, swallow a lump in his throat, feeling his cock start to swell again, finding it hard to talk with his throat dry.
“ You know you can’t be in here. By the sons of the moon… Are you just here to give me a hard time?”
She giggles, looking at his crotch, still facing the mirror.
“I wouldn’t mind you getting hard…”
She turns around and moves closer to him, waving her night gown around her, pulling it tight around her, letting him stare at her body, the outline sharpened as she tightens the thin fabric around her. Then her face turns serious, her eyes flickering with a sudden urgency.
“I am here to prepare you. You have your initiation tomorrow but walking the gauntlet, getting a beating on the town square is not the only test you will have to undergo. There is more to your initiation as you’ve been told. It is a secret but I don’t want you to fail. So let me stay, I want you to succeed.”
His mouth falls open in surprise. Another initiation? What could that be? And even though she said it is a secret, not many things are secret in this small town where everyone practically knows everyone. How come he has never heard of this and what does it entail?
“For what do I need to be prepared Vida?”
The words leave his lips uncontrolled, stuttering, being confused by her presence and the seductive way she moves and twists her body. The sleeve is starting to get tight around his half swollen member and he is starting to feel the increase in pressure, knowing that soon it will start to hurt. He is familiar with the pain and often he had been grateful for knowing it. It had helped him often in suppressing his desire to lay with a woman, not wanting to ruin his chances on a good future. He has had the chance to sleep with a woman a few times, he knew that there were a few woman in town that desired him. He was a good looking young man and his father was financially well off. He was good marriage material and he felt the pull of a woman before. But the chastity sleeve helped him and he was praying that it would help him again today.
“I will tell you everything and show you what you need to know, as long as you make me one promise. You have to swear to this, otherwise I will tell you nothing and leave right away. You’d be wise to swear the vow I need from you and let me sow you what you need. It will be very beneficial to you.”
His mind starts racing, confused as he is. He is unsure what to answer and his hands are twisting in his lap. His curiosity is stirred, he wants to know what she has to tell him but at the same time he feels hesitant. He can tell from her demeanor, her tempting poses and her seductive smile that he will have to endure pain if he decides to listen to what she has to say. He looks at her, sees the tense expression in her face and knowing her as well as he does, he understands that she truly wants to help him. His breath escapes through his teeth in a soft hiss as he gives in. With a soft voice he answers her.
“Fine, what is my vow?”
The tension leaving her body is visible and the cheeky smile returns to her face. She moves in even closer, stands between his opened legs and leans in, allowing him to look down her cleavage, seeing her young, perky breasts.
“You have to vow that I will be the first woman you lay with, tomorrow, despite what any delights any another woman promises you. I want to have you first, before anyone else…”
Puzzled he looks at her.
“Who else would promise me delights tomorrow? I don’t understand…”
“Ofcourse you don’t. You are not supposed to understand. That is why I am here, to make you understand. To tell you what will happen tomorrow so you won’t make any foolish decisions in your confusion. Now, promise me. Make your vow to me… Vow to me that I will make you mine…”
She steps back and looks at him sternly. Hesitantly he moves to the edge of the bed, then slides down and kneels on the floor before her. He takes her extended hand in his and looks up at her, trying not to drown in her deep pools of blue. Then he starts to speak
“To Vida, daughter of the sun, siren of the plains, recipient of my services. I vow to you that you will be the first woman I lay with, despite any promise of pleasure any other woman shall promise me, in past, present or future. May my soul be taken and devoured by the coven of the dawn if I break my vow.”
“Baldour, son of the moon, ranger of the wetlands, heir of the morrow. I accept your vow and will see that you keep it. May the coven of the dawn take and devour your soul if you break your vow to me. Now sit on the bed”
She pulls her hand back, steps back and finds her place in the middle of the room while he moves back to the bed. All tension flows out of her face and her body visibly as she places her feet slightly apart on the floor. Her hands move up to the buttons that keep her night gown closed and slowly she starts to open them. After opening the last one, just above her abdomen, she slips the straps off her shoulders and lets the gown drop to her feet, standing fully naked in front of him, proudly showing him her delightful body, a soft smile on her face.
“Tomorrow Baldour, after you have completed your initiation, after the celebration in the town hall with the other initiates, you will go home and go to bed. You will be tired so you will fall asleep quickly. But you won’t sleep for long. You will be woken up and taken from your room, bound and blindfolded and you will be brought back to the town hall. When you arrive there and your blindfold is taken, 10 women will be waiting for you, all naked and all wanting to be pleasured or pleasuring you. This will be your second initiation.
“A second initiation? I don’t understand…”
She spreads her legs a bit wider, the flickering light of the candles dancing over her young, beautiful body, exposing the soft tuff of hair just above her sex. Her hands starts gliding over her body, starting at her neck, over her shoulders and chest, downwards over her full breasts, sliding down her abdomen, along her thighs and then back up again. She slowly starts to turn, moving her hands to her hips, over her tight buttocks, along her sides up to her front again until she has come full circle. The soft smile is still on her glistening lips, moistened by her soft tongue, teasing him, testing him.
“To pass this initiation, you will need to chose 5 women. Each women you will have to give a ‘gift’ before you can pick the next one. One woman you have to give physical pleasure. One woman will have to taste your seed. One woman will have your seed to smoothen the skin of her breasts. One woman will have your seed in her tightest entrance, one woman will have your seed in her mound. You will need to prove that you can give these gifts to a woman before you are allowed to propose anyone for marriage.”
Having turned a full circle, she faces him again. Her hands slide up her body and her fingers fold around her full breasts. She squeezes, gently, then releases. Her nipples start to harden and as he watches them swell, he suddenly distorts his face in pain. His growing erection has reached a point where the sleeve around his member has become to tight to allow any further growth and the pressure on his cock is becoming painful. He closes his eyes for a moment but finds himself unable to control his member. He is subject to her temptations and there is nothing he can do about it. He will have to endure the pain in order to gain the knowledge needed.
“Now, fulfilling your first two tasks will be easy. In whatever order you pick them. Giving your seed the first two times will give you no problems. But the third time and the fourth time will be challenging. Challenging, but not impossible. If you take your time and allow yourself to enjoy what you are doing and not focus on getting to your goal.”
She pinches her nipples, making them harder, pulling on them while she keeps her eyes looking at him, gaging his response. He is restless, moving on the bed, uncomfortable and his face distorted with the pain he is enduring, the sleeve now too tight around his member. She smiles, knowing what he is going through though not able to imagine the magnitude of his pain.
“It is giving physical pleasure to a woman that will be your biggest challenge. I trust that you don’t know where and how a woman likes to be touched, do you?”
“Nn.. No… I have no idea…”
He stutters in his haste to answer her, mesmerized by her hands playing with her breasts, his eyes moving wildly over her tempting, naked body. He follows her hands down her body as she starts to explore her lower abdomen, playing with the tuff of her above her sex, then sliding her hand between her thighs and cupping her mound. She squeezes with her hand, closing her eyes as she enjoys her own touch. Then she opens her eyes again and looks at him, smiling as she finds him concentrating on her fingers as they touch her lips.
“A woman likes her breasts to be touched, to be played with to raise her excitement. But, she will never find physical pleasure just by touching her breasts. You have to build up her excitement until she can’t hold it no more. For that you have to take your time and not rush her. You have all the instruments you need to bring her to her climax, it is a matter of using them the right way. Show me your hands…”
She extends her hands and takes both his hands in hers. She moves in closer and guides them to her breasts, placing his palms on her breasts.
“Close your hands around my breasts carefully. Don’t grab them like the utters of a cow. They are sensitive, start out carefully. Massage them first before you squeeze them hard. Caress them until you feel her willing to have more of your touch. You will know when she is ready.”
His hands are trembling as he starts to explore her soft, firm breasts. His breath is shallow, quick, his jaws are clenched as he fights the pain in his loins at the same time. He caresses the soft skin, traces her breasts around, then cups them gently before lightly grazing her nipples. A soft moan escapes Vida’s throat and she pushes her chest forward, grabbing his wrists tight and placing his hands back on her breasts.
“Now you can squeeze them. Gentle but firm at the same time. Massage them with your fingers and palms, then release and pinch the nipples like I did before.”
He follows her directions, squeezing her breasts with pressure but not too hard. He releases, then moves his fingers to her hard nipples and places them between his thumb and fingers. He squeezes, pinches, then pulls before releasing them. She releases a quick gasp, her body moving involuntarily forward, her lower abdomen almost touching his face. As her belly almost touches his nose, he catches a hint of her excitement as an unknown perfume caresses his nostrils. He looks up at her, the question clear in his eyes and she nods.
“Yes, you are doing it right. I am getting excited. When a woman gets excited, her sex gets wet. That is what you smell.”
With his hands still on her breasts, she arches her back and slides her hand down, presses her fingers against her opening and slips one of them inside. When she slides it out, her nectar coats her finger and she brings it to his mouth. She smears her juices on his lips and watches as he licks them clean, thoroughly, clearly enjoying her taste.
Her taste works like an aphrodisiac and he finds himself focusing on her directions and how she responds to the movements of his hands. His attention now directed to playing with her body helps him handle the intense pressure of the sleeve around his swollen cock, allowing him to withstand the pain it is causing him. He is eager to learn, wanting to do well the next evening when he is tested by the women of his town. He savors her taste on his lips then focusses on touching her breasts again, taking the initiative to move his hands lower, caressing her sides, stomach and buttocks.
“Mmm, good. Taking initiative is important, a woman likes that. And remember, a woman’s butt can be handled quite rough sometimes. One likes to be grabbed, the next might enjoy a slap here and there. A third likes to be fucked in her ass but you will find out tomorrow. I like my ass o be squeezed quite firmly.”
He follows her lead and grabs her buttocks firmer, pulling her in and kissing her belly. She slips one hand into his curly hair and holds his head close to her as she enjoys the circles his tongue draws around her belly button. She moves in closer, guided by the strong grip he has on her buttocks, guiding his head along her lower abdomen, stopping him as he nears the small patch of her above her sex.
“Sit on the bed.”
Her voice is forceful and direct, making clear she does not allow disobedience and quickly he follows her directions. He sits on his bed with his legs pressed together, the bulge of his chastity sleeve pushed up, now clearly visible in his pants. She moves in closer and slides onto his lap, straddling him, placing his hands on her hips. She pushes herself forward until her sex is resting on the bulge in his pants, her breasts are touching his chest and her mouth is only an inch away from his. Her warm breath caresses his face as she whispers to him.
“Most important when you are pleasing a woman, is kissing and embracing her. A woman loves to feel safe before she takes control of you and takes you. Therefor your kissing skills must be good. Have you ever kissed a woman?”
He shakes his head, then his face distorts with pain as he feels his cock swell where there is no room. He squirms underneath her, trying to get a grip on his erection, wanting it to settle and release him of the intense pain. She looks him deep in his eyes, relentlessly pushing forward with her training, not giving him a second to catch his breath and settle down. She places her hands on his cheeks, leans in and kisses him on his lips. He shivers as her warm, most lips touch his, as she opens her mouth slowly, sucks in his lower lip and then slowly lets it slip from between her lips. Unnoticed his hands grip her thighs and pulls her in closer as he eager pushes into her mouth with his lips, only to be pushed away by her hands.
“Slowly Bardour. Slowly. Kissing is a game you play together. Like everything you do with a woman, you start slow and build up momentum before you loosen the reigns on your desire. Try again.”
He leans in and carefully places his lips on hers again, slowly tilting his head from left to right, letting his mouth dance with hers. Her hands slide to the back of his head as she pushes her body into him and soon he is wrapped in her arms, her delightful naked body covering his torso. Slowly she opens her mouth and probes his lips with her tongue, much to his surprise and excitement. Immediately he is struck by another sting of pain as his body reacts to her actions. He focusses quickly on answering her invitation and the pain subsides as his tongue dances with hers. Her sex feels hot against his crotch but he tries not to pay attention, her scent is getting stronger and he tries not to smell it, her mouth is soft and warm and he tries not to feel it.
“Wow, are you sure you never kissed a woman? I am drenched. Here, you can touch me there”
She takes his hand in hers as she slides back a little, opening herself up for his touch. She guides his hand between her legs and he can feel his pants damp as the back of his hand touches the cloth. Then his fingers feel her delicate lips, warm, wet and opened and gently he touches her. The tips of her fingers slide in a little and he hears her gasp. Quickly he breaks his eyes off his hand and her sex and looks at her, only to see her with her eyes closed, enjoying his touch. Confident he continues probing her, letting his fingers slide along her lips, upwards and downwards, gently probing until he touches her clit. A deep, muffled moan is his answer and signal to continue and quickly he figures out how her pleasure button can be played.
“By the daughters of the sun. You are a natural.”
She slowly sways from side to side, enjoying his hand as it probes her sex, leaning back to offer her breasts to his mouth. Eagerly he leans in and takes her nipples one by one between his lips, sucking and biting on them until they are hard as pebbles. His finger probes her entrance and as she releases the pressure on her mound, it slides in and starts exploding the soft, silky folds of her channel. She coos with pleasure as he massages her inner walls, digging her nails into his shoulders and neck as pleasure slowly overtakes her. Then she leans in and places her mouth against his ear.
“If it wasn’t the night before your initiation, that chastity sleeve would be off and your cock be inside me now…”
He curses inside. The tease making his cock jump, a sharp sting of pain again racing through his loins. Just 24 more hours and he will have his cock inside of her, or maybe even sooner. But right now he is tempted to break the chain that locks the sleeve around his waist so he can lay with Vida.
“Stop teasing me. It hurts..”
“Oh man up… Do you want to look like a fool tomorrow? You are ready to finish me, so hold on just a little longer…”
She slides off his body and rolls onto the matrass next to him. She pulls her knees to her chest and opens her thighs, exposing her wet sex to him. She grabs his arm and directs him to his knees on the floor in front of the bed, that holds his head and pulls gently until she can feel his hot breath on her wet sex.
“Now use your tongue and mouth to make me cum. Don’t be too gentle, I am ready to be fucked so I can handle your tongue.”
He leans in and breathes in deep as he nears her mound. The smell of her desire is overwhelming and almost immediately he loses control over his actions. He dives in with his tongue out of his mouth and forces it inside of her. The soft cries and deep moans escaping her throat tell him that he is doing things as she likes and quickly he starts fucking her pussy with his tongue. She grabs his hair and pushes his face into her, writhing her hips from left to right, coating his cheeks with her juices in the process. He places his hands on her hips, digs his fingers into her soft flesh as he pulls her into his mouth and licks her furiously, alternating the quick movements of his tongue with the sharp vacuum of his mouth around her clit. Her sex is oozing her juices, his chin wet and slick, her legs trembling as she nears her point of no return. Then, with a rhythmic series of cries, she explodes in his mouth, convulsing on the matrass, unable to control the spasms of her body. Slowly the cascading tremors leave her body and soon she catches her breath while the beating of her heart starts to simmer down. Then she releases all tension in her body and lays still on the bed, her eyes closed, his hair still entangled with her fingers.
“Baldour, I think you will do fine tomorrow in all trials and I am curious to see your chastity sleeve taken off so I know how big you are. I can’t wait to take you and make you my man. But for now, I have to go and you need to sleep.”
And as soon as she finishes her sentence, she rolls off the bed, quickly puts on her night gown even though she is still unsteady on her feet, then moves to window to climb out. Just before she disappears in the dark of night, she turns round and smiles at him.
“Remember your vow. I will not have you put your cock in another woman’s pussy before mine Or the witches of the wetlands will devour your soul.…”
Then she steps through the window and disappears, leaving him by himself, shaking and sweating, completely overwhelmed by what just happened.
To be continued…