Yria's Absolution

For some of my long-time fans I felt like I left an opening for a sequel. This one involves Charlie and James's daughter that was conceived at the end to their story. Now she is being stalked for a virgin sacrifice.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the second part of the Virgin Series and I don't know if there will be another part. Right now I'm thinking no, but maybe all you guys can give me some ideas. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Kyrias Absolution

Chapter 1

James stood on the back deck of their river cabin and watched the fog envelop the river. The fog moved slowly like a living thing curling around trees and covering the river like a soft downy blanket. He watched as the fog obscured rocks, trees and even entire boat docks. It moved deliberately as it filled the river gorge with its white cloak. The fog's leisurely pace was somehow calming. It seemed to know exactly what it was doing as it nonchalantly engulfed the river and the forest surrounding it.

Occasionally a cool misty breeze would swirl around his feet. The cool foggy mist felt almost sensuous as it wrapped around his feet. James opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass. He sat down on the edge of the deck allowing his body to be swaddled in the cool, downy, foggy fleece. It was like a cool lover's caress on a hot summer's day. It was then that the love of his life, lover and wife sat beside him on the deck.

As the fog encased her as well, she felt like they were hiding from the world. No one could see them, and they were alone with their hearts joined together and bound by nature. As she touched the fog around her, she thought she could feel God's breath breathing life back into their soul. In moments like this she felt like they could jump off the top of the deck and God's blanket of fog would catch them. It would envelop them in its cotton-like softness and sweep them away down the river into the unknown but blissful future.

To James the fog felt like one of God's purification tools. In his mind's eye the fog would cleanse any pain, leaving him renewed and ready to move forward again. If only it were that easy. He had fought through all the stages of grief when his father died and tried to move forward, but little things always brought back the memories.

James and Charlie were in their retreat cabin next to a state forest in Tennessee. He was sitting on the deck watching the fog cascade down the hills snaking between the trees joining the fog on the river. It was a gorgeous sight with the vibrant fall colors glistening against the white fog just before the trees were hidden by the mist. The beauty and vibrance of nature were an incredible spectacle.

The vibrant trees, rushing water and fog always created special times for James and Charlie. This time was no exception, but soon their attention turned to each other. Their love was truly what bound them and their family together. After snuggling on the deck and drinking a couple of glasses of wine, they longingly stared into each other's eyes. With the love, desire and passion building, they slowly and lovingly stripped each other naked and made love out in natures grandeur. Or James there was something about watching the woman you love writhing amid back-to-back orgasms that filled his heart. James could never get enough of Charlie's wildly expressive climaxes; it was at those moments she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

From the first time they made love it was always spectacular and even twenty years later it still was. After James filled Charlie with multiple leg-shaking orgasms, she and James snuggled on the deck until the sun began to set, then they gathered their clothes, went inside the cabin and renewed snuggling in James' easy chair.

The cabin was still close enough to Nashville to enjoy the music, food and entertainment scene, but far enough away to commune with nature. As the Arch-Druid he was the leader of his druid order, a title and function he had taken over after the death of his father. James's father had been the Archdruid before him and leader of their clan before James took over. James' wife, Charlie (her druid name is Bronwyn) and his mother were the high Priestess' of the order. Their daughter Kyria was learning the family trade and was an apprentice priestess.

Kyria had been conceived during the rite of Union ceremony, which was part of James and Charlie's wedding during the summer solstice. She had grown up in the Druid culture and knew that being a Druid was a spiritual practice that is used to bring harmony, reverence, and spiritual connection between humans and the magic of nature. Her mother and grandmother taught her well and since she had been conceived during the Rites of Union, she had special abilities that she had not yet experienced.

Currently Kyria was in their house located outside of Nashville studying for her finals at Vanderbilt University. James and Charlie were using her study time to relax and retreat in the woods, while enjoying and communing with nature. As a druid family their time in nature was important to their spiritual side and it kept them grounded. Charlie had learned to cook from James' mother and was in the process of creating an incredible meal out of many of the items they brought with them, when James's phone rang.

It was not a number he recognized, but he decided to answer anyway, "Hello, who is this?"

"Your daughter Kyria had been chosen as the satanic virgin sacrifice for the summer solstice. She was chosen because of the aborted sacrifice of your now wife twenty years ago. The sacrifice will not be at Kimball castle, but at an unknown location. If you're going to save her you must do it quickly!"

The phone call went dead as the person hung up. James's face went white as he looked at the phone as if it were a snake that had bitten him. Charlie looked at James, saw the stricken look on his face and asked, "What was the phone call about? Why do you look so troubled?"

Charlie's words jolted James out of his stupor and he began running around packing for the trip back to Nashville. During his packing he gave Charlie an overview of the call and as soon as he did, Charlie began helping him pack. Both had vivid memories of the kidnap attempts on Charlie and they took this warning very seriously.

Thirty minutes later they were in the SUV on their way back to Nashville. Charlie broached the issue first during the ride back, "Should we warn Kyria?"

James sat, paying attention to the road for several minutes before answering, "She is very much like you, so how would you react?"

Charlie looked at James and then the road before answering, "Your mother and I have most likely spoiled her, but letting her know just how beautiful she is. At the same time, we gave her an independence that could be a positive and a negative in this situation." After a long pause she continued, "I don't think she will see it coming and I think we need to talk with her. You have to save her and keep her safe like you did me."

Charlie dialed Kyria's phone but after five rings it went to voice mail. They both looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. Were they too late?

Chapter 2

While her parents were away Kyria kept to her normal routines. She studied for her finals at Vanderbilt, but she also volunteered at Vanderbilt hospital and also kept up her parents' exercise obsession. Both her parents were slim, trim, and muscular, with both working out every day. While she would workout in her parents' gym at the house, she would also rollerblade during the lunch hour around the campus, hospital and surrounding area.

When eleven o'clock arrived, she adjourned to the locker room where she changed out of her scrubs and into her skating outfit. She walked out of the hospital in her socking feet and waited to pull on her rollerblades went she got to a bench outside the Emergency entrance to the hospital. As she sat pulling on her rollerblades, she saw the crowds begin to gather and she smiled. Now she was ready to face the waiting throngs and she quivered thinking of all those men waiting with sweaty palms to gawk at her barely covered body. Since she skated almost every day, needless to say, word got out and the area was full of men ogling her form as she raced by. There were times she put some extra stripper moves into her routine and it gave her a thrill to entice all the gawkers.

Kyria was very much like her mother with both being incredibly beautiful and a traffic stopping stunner. She is especially exquisite when she exercises in her skimpy rollerblading outfit. Her exercise outfit consisted of skin-tight, miniscule boy-shorts, a bikini top, knee, elbow pads, gloves and rollerblades. Her breasts and nether regions are barely covered, but the rest of her torso is totally on full display as she exercised during the lunch hour on the campus and hospital areas.

Everything about her was eye-catching, womanly perfection. Her calves, powerful thighs and muscular ass would ripple with her exertions making her flawless legs look even more spectacular. Her tiny waist and muscled abs twisted, knotted and swiveled as they heaved her hips in a gorgeous show of athleticism. Kyria's ribs burst against her skin leaving beautiful shadows around her middle as her breathing kept pace with her frantic skating. Meanwhile her beautiful voluminous breasts threatened to fly out of her tiny bikini top as they danced erotically inside her skimpy top while skating continued.

Kyria's beautiful face, lips and green eyes showed her intense concentration as she weaved in and out of the various paths. Her long brunette hair was in a ponytail that swished around her muscular back, shoulders and arms occasionally sticking to her body's perspiration. She knew that hundreds of eyes were glued to her form as she whirled through the campus. Her mother and grandmother had taught her how to show off her sensual and tempting figure, creating a stir while maintaining her aloofness.

For most of the gawkers Kyria was not only the most gorgeous woman they had ever seen, but she was also one of the most sophisticated, elegant and graceful. She had the grace of a ballerina as she skated, but many thought she looked like an Olympic swimmer, but on land. There were many others that only saw her as a sexual teaser, albeit an incredibly sexy one and she was the image of many wet dreams. She really was the perfect mix of grace, sophistication, sexuality and beauty.

For the most part she ignored all the ogling stares from scores of men and even some women. Like her mother in her early years, she was waiting for just the right man to date and rarely if ever had a date. However, there was one man that was always on the steps of the science building with his eyes caressing her taut body as she came towards him, and she felt his eyes following her as she left. Something about him captured her heart as well as her sexual desire. She captured his eyes for several moments and saw that he had real feelings for her as she did for him. This was the only man she wanted and she even had dreams about him making love to her and taking her virginity.

He never made her feel like a sexual object, unlike so many other desperate men and there was something about the interest in his eyes made butterflies in her womb flutter. She knew him from her biology class and there his eyes were always gazing into her eyes. His name was Ken, and he had been a friend since she came to school. There was something about him that made her tremble inside, but he was not one of the jocks that wanted another trophy on their belt, he was sincere and something about him made her quiver with desire.

Ken had asked her out on two different dates, but both had been during times she had family obligations and she had to decline. However, she thought she made it clear that she wanted to go out with him, at least she thought she made it clear. At nights, alone in her room she fantasied about Ken caressing and kissing her. She dreamt of him doing many of the things her mother had taught her during her sexual instructions. Kyria broke her gaze from his eyes, pushed him from her mind and concentrated on her skating.

Ken sat on the steps to the science building watching the most beautiful woman he had ever seen rollerblade like a woman possessed. The muscles in her body rippled in an Olympic symphony, all in tune to an elegant exercise ballet. Somehow her muscles rippling under her satiny skin made her the most erotic woman he had ever seen. While she was stunningly beautiful, there was something else about her that made him want to just hold her, snuggle and kiss her. He couldn't define what it was, but she somehow made his heart ache and libido pound with desire.

He knew she was way out of his league and there was no way a goddess like that would go out with him, but he had to try. He had talked to her during biology class and asked her out on a date a couple of times with no avail but vowed to keep trying. The thought of holding her in his arms made him quiver with anticipation and no other woman made him feel this way. Unbeknownst to him he had many of the same sexually erotic fantasies that she had about him.

While he had dreams about stripping her naked and caressing her soft skin, while he also dreamt of her body coming alive under his hands while he kissed her deeply. Many of his fantasies also included saving her from a tortuous cult and making love to her while she remained in bondage. In his dreams her muscles writhed under her skin much the same way they did during her skating routine, but this time it was sexual desire and need.

He knew she was going to the end of her skating routine soon and he watched as she went through her cool down routine. The perspiration on her body gave pumped up muscles a glistering sheen that only added to her beautiful appeal. Ken watched as she made a slow lap close to the campus exit, staring at the muscles of her back and buttocks undulating in a gorgeously erotic show.

Then a white van with the side door locked open pulled up beside her and when it left, she was gone. He jumped up realizing that she had been kidnapped. He glanced back at the van and jotted down the license plate, but by the time he finished she and the van were gone. He tried to find the van to no avail. Now he had a job, to find and save the woman his heart pinned for.