Princil's Magic : Ch.10 : Festival At Bricas (Part 3: The End Of Harmony: Section 1)

Ch.10 : Festival At Bricas (Part 3 : The End Of Harmony)

     Aribor cast off his white robe and entered the Hall of the Palace of the Goddess for the second time, naked like the rest. He joined a queue for the sacred drink. The feeling amongst the people around him was frivolous. The women were already eyeing up the men, and the men responded with compliments to the women. He was shocked once again at how brazen these women were, confident in a way that the women of his homeland never were. Here the women were often the masters, whereas in his own homeland it was the men who held sway over their families, over the women, over their daughters, who depended upon them. Even those who were prostitutes were exploited and mistreated. Here where all women were like prostitutes, they held power and influence. He thought of Remzain, the one who even now dominated his thoughts.

   Eagerly he accepted the chalice from a fleshy woman of his own age who stood near him in the queue. He looked forward to mounting her and others, shapely younger ones and squealing mothers, whose liberated moans spoke of their delight in the sharing. Eagerly they listened to the Priestesses and embraced each other in total abandonment of normal politeness. He was quite sure that he would have performed as well without the liquid, so excited was he.

    The woman beneath him was young and willowy, but her fingers clutched too tightly, the nails biting into his fleshy torso.

    “Don’t scratch,” he demanded moderately, but she gripped harder and wailed at him, weeping. Where did this unpleasantness come from? What had he done to upset this lovely creature? The beautiful elf of a woman seemed to be more goblin woman now, her face sweated and worried. There was hatred and nastiness in her face now.

     He had dreamed a dream of friendship, love and communal intimacy, the first time in his ugly life, when he had been able to cast aside the puppet strings of his masters and the slavery of his upbringing. The spring of redemption had begun to heal him, and now, suddenly, in the midst of ecstasy and the peace of friendship with strangers came the dissonance of hatred and pain, unlooked for, unbidden, unexpected. Was he that much of an ogre? Did she find him repulsive in the half light?

     “You’re weighing me down! Suspend your attack,” she shrieked, still verbal. How could she think he was attacking her? He had done nothing unpleasant.

     Aribor hesitated. What else could he do? He felt anger flare in him. The woman seemed less than ideal now, and yet just a short while before he had found the cast of her torso and the curvature of her youthful limbs most perfect.

     Obstinately he tried to stay upon her. Who was she, who had been so inviting just a short while before, to order him from her? Perversely, while her beauty seemed to decay before him, he wanted to possess her all the more, to prove to her his worth, to spurt his fiery semen inside her. He was not old, not too old for this young woman, who now appeared so graceless. He tried to concentrate upon achieving his pleasure, but she fought him all the more taking the pleasure from the act. Her nails dug into him and scratched blood from his skin. He raised his hand to slap her, but decided instead to give her her freedom. He rolled off her, seeing the mistrust and dislike in her eyes. He let her go and she fled, searching for someone more suitable most likely.

   Nearby a man left the woman who had sucked him. “That’s enough! Go and suck someone else.” He virtually pushed the woman away, leaving the woman looking distraught and upset at the rejection. Aribor wondered why the man should have felt that way. Aribor might well have volunteered his prick to be sucked by her. But there was a woman of exquisite beauty not so far away. She was blonde haired and pretty, sunbathed skin and a smooth beautiful face. She was young and perfect. Aribor could see her attraction for the men nearby. Two men already sandwiched her between them. Her cries, turning to warnings of discomfort, seemed only to attract further interest from men, who gathered around her now, like dogs. Aggressively the man beneath her held her as he spent himself inside her. The man above her fucked hard into her arse, banging her wildly as other watchers gathered, hoping to follow. She cried to him to stop; he was hurting her, but the man’s cock was exceedingly hard and very big. Another man offered his cock to the beauty’s mouth. When she did not take it eagerly he grew angrier and pushed it to her mouth. As she refused to take it, he slapped her head and she reluctantly opened her mouth to let the penis in. This was not the politeness and caring he had seen in Bricas before. These men were Shalirionites, and yet they behaved as badly as any Grumandrian rapist.

    The man behind her became agitated and wild, invading her arse at exaggerated speed and crying out, even before he came, which when it happened was extremely agitated. The woman screamed even as the man in her filled her. Even in her resistance there was no denying she was beautiful. Aribor also wanted to fill her with his cock as he saw others doing, and was aware that he might care little for the woman’s wellbeing if only he could have her.

    The man behind removed his cock after his orgasm, which must have been huge. There were flecks of blood on it, and it still dripped semen. He was pale and calm now as the sexual motivation left him. Other men pulled him away in order to take his place. The man beneath her had also achieved his orgasm and allowed his place to be taken. The man at her mouth had spunked into her mouth after observing the violence of the man who had been behind her, which had taken him over the edge too. Another quickly pushed himself under the beauty and pushed his enlarged penis into her luscious cunt. Again another forced himself into her arse, while yet another was quickly in her mouth.. her complaints were nothing now. They had all seen how to handle her and submissively she acquiesced for fear of bringing further pain. Swiftly they took her. Dark magic possessed the men around her. She inspired the utmost passion in all of those who invaded her. Men fought each other to be the next in line for her mouth, her arse or her cunt. Aribor too edged close with desire in his head. He was still sensible enough to wonder where were the other women? This was the best, so this was the one they all wanted to possess, but already she was hurt and frightened, spoiled and ruined.

    Heaven had somehow turned into hell. The pleasure of the all encompassing warmth of the Goddess had slipped into petty human jealousies and lusts. The animal natures of men and women had risen. Women turned to fear, jealousy and loathing. He saw a woman bite the cock of the man she was sucking, until blood ran down it. Using her teeth as a weapon she punished him, as he screamed and pulled her black hair tightly, forcing her to disengage. Only minutes before they had seemed to be happily and lovingly engaged in the acts of sex! Their anger was up now and the woman clawed back with sharp fingernails drawing blood. Other men came forward, holding her down while the man she had injured beat her face, further spoiling her beauty. Then they pinned her down and took turns to rape her as she screamed out. What madness was this which had gripped them all?

    Aribor felt the lusts and the feelings of violence as the Shalirionites did, but perhaps because he was a sorcerer he was able to retain enough detachment to think and to wonder what these unusual feelings were.

   Aribor knew violence! His past was violence; his homeland was violence, lust and cruelty. Now he and the sorcerors had come to this city of Shalirion, another untouched corner of Shalirion, in which he found innocence and love, beyond his expectation, all the good things he had never known in the past. He found he wanted those things now, and having found them, he found  them suddenly corrupted. This was too much coincidence! He wondered he had not thought of it more swiftly. The reason for this sudden change could only be the Black Sorcerors, his fellow Grumandrians. They had struck sooner than he thought. How could he not have recognised their magic? So relaxed had he become in his sexual heaven that he had not even recognised the hallmarks of his trade.