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 10

For the wedding the upcoming solar eclipse was chosen as the date. This was one of the days for Druid fertility rites of the Union, and the plan was to have a traditional wedding during the day followed by a reception. The wedding would be a fairly modern, Druid wedding and would involve many themes in a Christian wedding, but also include Celtic hand binding. James would be the officiating Elder, and Charlie would be the Marriage Guardian and would be the third person in the wedding ceremony. That evening the clan would convene in a sacred place in the forest, and the fertility rites of Union would take place.

The mating during these rights would involve the whole clan; with the woman and the man being symbolic for each side. When done during a solar eclipse, the mating would create a divine alignment between the two participants. It would also create the proper balance between masculine and feminine energies. Most of the Rites were symbolic these days, and while it was rare that an actual man and woman coupling would take place, that was exactly what Ken and Kyria wanted. They wanted to join, and during their union feel the energy and balance as they became one.

Everything they had planned was an exact duplicate of Kyria's mother and father's wedding. The only difference was their wedding had been during a lunar eclipse and Kyria and Ken's would be during a more powerful solar eclipse. That eclipse was six months away so they had time to finish some of their studies and begin living together. Charlie and James were very happy for Kyria and approved of Ken.

Ken and Kyri had a major problem, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Kyria had discovered the most beautiful thing she could imagine, making love to Ken and having him conquering and possessing her, mostly while he was inside her. She could never get enough of him and Ken's problem was Kyria. He couldn't ever stop ogling her, touching her and his cock was fully hard every time she touched him. As much as he loved her, she was still the most gorgeously stunning woman and also the most erotically fuckable woman he had ever seen.

Kyria had always had a high sex drive, but the kidnapping, torment plus Ken's loving, deflowering and unbelievable love making had turned her into a nymphomaniac. She not only needed Ken making love to her, but it also needed to be wild, overwhelming, chaotic, random and inspirational. She needed new and exciting ways of making love and Ken was all for that.

Ken still had his addictions, Kyria's taste, Kyria's orgasmic contortions and the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock. They made love almost every morning and night, but during the day they had things they needed to do. Ken found a way to watch her blissful excitations even during the day. He purchased a lush remote-controlled vibrator and he kept it in her for special occasions, which seemed to be most of the time.

Over lunch at restaurants or out in the fields he would play with the settings watching Kyria try and fight his control and manipulation of her body. For Kyria it was magical having him tease and drive her wild, all while never touching her, but he was always ogling her and watching her reactions. When she gave him a particularly erotic reaction to a setting or group of settings, he would remember it and use it on her again and again.

Depending on where they were, she would fight him and the lurking climax inside her, because she didn't want everyone to watch her climax while in public. However, Ken seemed to love having an audience watching her squirm as he brought her to an orgasm, but it was the looks on her face that were the hottest, most sumptuous and sensual. She loved the way he loved her and the way he conducted symphonies on her body. The more he made her climax in public the more she loved it, craved even more and different ways to do drive her wild in public. Every day she fell more in love with him and it became more difficult to do anything without him.

For Ken the remote-controlled vibrator made him feel almost God-like as he conducted sonatas on her body. The sonata combined her shaking legs, twisting torso, wobbling breasts but most of all the passion-filled expressions on her face as she fought the bliss inside her. Her face would scrunch up with an almost painful expression before it morphed into a loving look then a blissful satisfaction. By the time they got home in the evening Kyria was wild and craved all the orgasms Ken could give her and at home he could indulge in his other addictions.

Despite Kyria's all-consuming love for Ken, she somehow wanted more. The BDSM and bondage from the satanic cult had ignited a need inside her. She wanted to be bound in positions that contorted and strained her body while teased tormented her then he made her orgasm over and over and over.

One night after Kyria had already been consumed with multiple orgasms she confessed, "Ken, I still have dreams about when you deflowered me on a rock in the woods and also the cult's bondage punishment. I want more of that, I want more bondage in our love making. I love being bound, stretched and twisted into unnatural positions and then when you take me, I'm in heaven."

Ken looked at her and a smile slowly crept over his face, "Me too! Before we made love, I had dreams about making love to you while you were in bondage. After we did make love that way, I wanted more. Watching you squirm and writhe and watching your fabulous figure stretched and contorted, will it's the most seductive thing I've ever seen. Yes baby, I'm like you and I want more."

In a testament to their intense love connection, Ken previously brought home Charlie's Palates Reformer and that night he took Kyria to the workout room. The minute they entered the workout room she noticed many changes had been made. While there were several pieces of equipment that she never remembered purchasing, Ken headed for a Pilates reformer that he borrowed from Charlie and it had been positioned between two decorative columns. The reformer was basically a 6-foot padded bench that slid on rails, and he laid her on her back on the bench. She lay compliant on the bench, having no idea what her lover had in mind and the anticipation while not knowing excited her beyond anything they had ever done.

Only when he began to buckle manacles on her ankles did she notice the ropes on top and bottom of the reformer, anchored around the columns. She felt a slight wave anxiety washed through her, but more than that her nipples hardened, and her pussy gushed with wanton eagerness. As he stretched her legs into the manacles, she felt lustful sensations in the pit of her stomach and a carnal willingness to become the object of his dominate lust. When he finished buckling the manacles on her legs, he stretched her arms over her head and buckled her wrists into the manacles at the top of the reformer.

The whole process only took seconds, but being bound naked, helpless, and vulnerable sent in excited quiver through her body. She knew she was giving herself to him and he could do anything he wanted to her. As he began to tighten ropes stretching her as if she were on a medieval rack, her excitement grew to the point where it was becoming difficult to breathe.

As Ken began to ratchet the ropes tighter, he watched attentively as Kyria's already tiny belly shrank even smaller and her rib cage lifted higher defining her ribs against her stretched skin. The valley between her hipbones seemed even more exaggerated as it shrank with her bald womanly mound perking up in a seductive pout. The muscles on her dancer's legs were stretched and defined, looking even more erotically beautiful than they had ever appeared before. Kyria felt the stretch and oh it felt erotically delicious.

At first her breasts flattened and rolled forward on her chest, but as he began to stretch her body her breasts firmed and began to reach for the ceiling. Likewise, her nipples seemed to harden and engorge the more her body was stretched. Finally, Ken looked at Kyria's face seeing the excitement in her unblinking eyes and needful passion as she wet her dry lips with her tongue. Her eyes were watching his every movement waiting for what was yet to come and when he ran his fingers over her stretched skin she gasped excitedly, "Ooohhh, God! I am yours, do whatever you want to me!"

When he first placed her on the reformer her tush sizzled against the cold plastic cover, leaving her gasping with hot and cold unfamiliar sensations. She squirmed trying to find a comfortable position for her inflamed ass and then she saw his ravenous ogling eyes caressing her strained form. His greedy craving lit a fire in her loins and her whole body writhed as his longing inflamed the desire in her needy form. Her previous multiple orgasms had only left her hungry for more and she desperately needed him to take out his cravings on her helplessly bound body. She moaned with passion waiting for him to do anything to her and then ravish her.

Ken sat back on his heels and watched as all the muscles in Kyria's body squirm in excited dance of anticipation. Her eyes had an excited glow of eager submission, and her panting breaths left no doubt what she had just said was what she truly wanted. He watched as she arched her back in a sensual movement that was also a plea for him to play with her breasts and nipples. All the muscles in her arms, shoulders and around her ribs moved in an instinctual ballet of seduction with the nipples on her breasts beckoning him.

He brought out his remote control vibrator and inserted it in her already soaked pussy. He turned it to a low setting that would occasionally bounce to a high setting. Then he sat back to watch her seductive squirming as the vibrator began to build her already excited form into the blisteringly hot babe she was.

As his eyes scanned over taut body, he could see all the tiny muscles in her belly and hips all squirming under his gaze. His hot stare left a trail of erotic fire over her sensitive skin, and she alternately arched her breasts and then her hips into his loving, hungry glare. Ken couldn't believe just how incredibly provocative she was stretched and squirming with all her muscles undulating in an alluring primal showcase. He felt his hunger begin to overwhelm him as he glared at her scrumptiously squirming form. While he wanted to ravish her delicious form, he knew he needed to be her dominate and tease her unmercifully before taking her like to really wanted.

He watched her eyes morph from anticipation into lustful need and finally a desperate craving as the vibrator helped build her desires. This was his time to give back all the teasing she had heaped on him. At this moment she was his to torment, tease and finally take anyway he wanted, but he wanted her to remember this night and crave his dominance from now on. His look sent nervous tremors up her spine because she wanted him ... she wanted him badly. It was more than just a want. It was a need and a hunger. She was used to getting everything she wanted, but it had been only hours since he fucked her, still she longed for his cock. But it was more than having him ravish her, she wanted him to conquer her, dominate her and make her do and feel things she had never felt.

He reached over and grabbed an assortment of sable hairbrushes and a jar of some sensitivity oil he had found on the internet. First, he just used a small brush to stroke a circular pattern around her breasts until he reached her nipples. By the time he reached the tip of her breasts her back was arched begging for him torment her engorged nipples. The sable hair was soft and sensuous with a deliciously decadent touch that hardened her nipples as they begged for more.

As he pulled the brush away from her nipples, Kyria let out a low moan, "Nnnooo, Don't stop ... Please ... More."

Ken ran the brush around and over her other breast, finally traveling down the tight skin on her belly until he teased her clit with the soft bristles. Ken heard Kyria gasp and moan softly, watching as her legs trembled and her hips tried to tilt towards the soft torture. He dipped the tip of the brush into her dewy softness, wetting it with her nectar before continuing to rapidly stroke her anxious clit. Her breathing came in halting gasps and her hips shivered as she rushed headlong into her orgasmic abyss ... then he suddenly stopped.

He smiled as he stared into her lust glazed eyes and saw her desperate look daring him to taunt her until her orgasm claimed her. Ken changed brushes grabbing a larger brush and dipped it into the sensitivity oil coating both nipples. Having never used the oil before, he waited a few seconds and then lightly blew on her coated nipples. Her reaction was violent and quick as she arched her back as far as she could with almost every muscle in her body clinching. Her lips parted in a primal gasp before she screamed, "Oooohhhh God, III'mmm going to cum. Master, oh, God please, just a little more."

As she called him Master, he began to feel like she was his submissive and they had crossed a boundary. Ken watched her writhe on the ragged edge of an orgasm with her taut bound form rippling in carnal jubilation. Her breathing came in heavy pants as she fought the waves of primal ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her. Never had she felt all the consuming fire that had just ripped through her body. The high voltage charge that started in her nipples seemed to be attached to her clit and her entire body seized on the edge of rapturous bliss and then tittered there before slowly easing back.

Ken was ecstatic with the sensitivity oil and began to apply it to all the erogenous areas on Kyria's enraptured form. First, he applied the oil to her underarms, then behind her knees and finally down her sunken belly until he coated her clit. Just the home air conditioning wafting over her skin was enough to send Kyria into apocalyptic spasms of rapture that embraced every violent desire she had ever dreamed of. However, it was never enough to push her over the edge into a massive orgasm.

Ken used the dry small brush to tease her engorged nipples and as her breathing picked up and he knew she was close to a massive cum. Only then did his fingers walk up her ribs until he reached her tickle spot in her arm pit. Kyria was in the middle of a desperately erotic moan when she broke out in peals of laughter, and she wiggled trying to get out of the way of the devilish tickles. Being on the verge of the orgasm she craved only to have it ripped away, frustrated her, but she couldn't stop laughing.

"Please, Oh God, ha ha ha ha ha, no please stop .... Please. No don't stop with the brush, stop tickling! Oh, Master I need to cum."

Ken smiled an evil smile and teased her nipples and clit until she alternately arched her back and hips trying to reach for her orgasm and only when she was close did, he tickled her again. Having her vaunted orgasm ripped away from her again left her shivering with need as well as shaking with laughter. She didn't know whether to scream in frustration or laugh with the playful eroticism of the moment. He knew how to play with her body, giving her unbridled bliss, but also playful fun. Now he was combining the two, leaving her laughing and squirming in need.

Ken tickled her a little more and then started concentrating on erotic areas. This time he wanted to tease her to the edge of nirvana and keep her there until she begged him to take her like a caveman. The oil helped him send jolts of erotic fire through her straining body. The way she jumped and squirmed it was as if she had been attached to jumper cables. She writhed with first her breasts and then her hips reaching for more and more stimulation. Her hard breathing, moans and pleading let him know she was desperate for him to push her into an orgasmic abyss.

She hung on the abyss of the most massive orgasm she had ever experienced. When she started to regain her senses, Ken would stroke her nipples or clit with a small paint brush until she was once again gasping for relief from this blissful torment. Her lips parted in deep heaving gasps of nirvana before she pleaded, "Oh, please Master, please let me cum. I'm going to die if I don't cum soon."

Ken leaned over suckling her right nipple causing her to once again to arch her back in a spasming arch that squeezed every muscle in her body. After her breath came back, she screamed, "MMAASSTTEERR, please, PLEASE HELP ME CUM!"

Ken leaned over a whispered in her ear, "Who is your Master and whom will you always obey from now on?"

The words weren't even out of his mouth when she breathlessly whispered, "You, Oh my GOD, always you!"

Ken knew she would say whatever she had to in order to feel the bliss she desperately hungered for. He loved her enough to give her what she craved, but he also hungered to see her explosive orgasms, and this promised to be the most massive he had seen in a while.

Ken straddled her bound form and sucked her clit between his lips, thrashing the succulent nub with his tongue. Kyria's body exploded into a tight backbend with every muscle entwined with each other. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her head thrashed and body quivered in rapturous delight. He let go of her clit and only when she fell back to the reformer did, he suck it back into his mouth.

He forced six more climaxes out of her and each time her body clinched in a muscle seizing show of ecstasy. Each time her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threatened to faint from the overwhelming bliss but didn't. After the sixth time he faintly heard her whisper, "Please master your cock, please your cock inside me."

He was ready as well and stood dropping his pants, finally straddling her, and sliding his cock into the drenched pussy. With her legs stretched together she was tight around cock as he thrust inside her and once again her muscles clinched in a body consuming climax. He felt her squeezing his cock as the muscles in her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This time there seemed to be no gap between her orgasms with her body convulsing, legs shaking and quivering continuously.

Watching her bound form writhe and squirm in the midst of orgasm was one of the most erotic sights he could remember and that was all it took for him to release his seed and paint her insides with his cum. Even after he finished, she was still in the throes of a massive series of climaxes, even after he pulled out of her and sat down stroking her heated skin her quaking didn't stop.

Ken stroked her still bound body, easing her down from her endorphin high and finally unbound her arms and legs, pulling her into his lap cuddling her tightly in his arms. Her eyes finally latched on to him and he saw tears of blissful joy run down her face. For several moments she couldn't form any words, but her love and the joy in her eyes said it all. He leaned down and gently kissed her with both of them knowing that they had crossed into a deeper, more all-encompassing love.