The drive there was uneventful. As she came up the road in the fading light of dusk, she felt herself begin to anticipate the evening ahead. She did not know exactly what was to happen. All that she knew was there was going to be a ceremony of some type. All she could think of was old movies with the virgin on the dais to be sacrificed. She was being a bit morbid.
The weather had come in. Bitterly cold, a sprinkle of snow began to fall. Dawn hoped the ceremony was an indoor event, she did not look forward to something done out of doors. She parked her car at the end of the vehicles on the long curved drive. As she walked up to the house, the camera above the big doors followed her and Genoa came walking out.
"Welcome, Miss Dawn. We are all in the back living room. We have not seen Father in a couple of days. We are all a bit worried, to tell you the truth." She said all this as Dawn came abreast of her and they walked into the huge house. "I hope I have not been too forward, Miss Dawn."
"It's just Dawn. You are fine, I am not a member of the household. At least not yet. All the formal language of the rich is beyond my ken. Don't worry about offending me." She said this just as they arrived at the room where all the other ladies were in attendance. The first couch had Tanya closest to her, with her mother Maryanne next to her, and finally Stacey at the opposite end. On the couch across sat the lawyer whose name escaped her at the moment, then Tracy. Behind that couch stood Lila.
"Come..., sit." She motioned to the last spot on the couch for Dawn to come sit. Realizing they were all staring at her, she came and sat in the spot apparently designated for her. Just as she sat down, Genoa came into the room and stood near the fireplace, warming her hands.
The group was quiet, it seemed they were all deep in their own thoughts, wondering what was to come. Finally just as the clock struck midnight, in walked Father; Michael. He appeared in his human form and all the women felt themselves flush at his appearance. He looked at each in turn, taking their eyes into his gaze. Finally, he spoke, "Okay my sweets. As part of tonight's ceremony, you must all wear a white gown. They are one size fits all, a couple of you might have to watch your step so as not to trip on the hem of the gown." Michael turned sideways. Behind him was a cart with a stack of those gowns. He motioned to his women for them to take one and then each in turn retrieved one of the pull-over gowns. They all dressed in those gowns and he had them line up in no particular order at the front door.
"Okay, ladies. For the next few hours, you will be very uncomfortable. First, everyone take off your clothes under the gown; including your shoes." His women looked at each other, but none argued. They had learned at this point that they would do whatever Father wanted. It took a few minutes, but all of his ladies were down to just their gowns. "Now follow me out the front door, we have about a thirty-minute walk in inclement weather. I am sorry, but it is necessary."
He lead his entourage out the front door, across the drive, and then the lawn. The walkway by the wall was covered with snow, and Michael knew the ladies' feet must be frozen. It would be just a little while. His women would soon be warm enough.
Rather than following the trail around the wall and to the barn, the group tentatively climbed up the hill in the opposite direction. Eventually, they saw a feint trail that lead up the cliff. The cliff climbed away from them, but the group stayed on the lower ground. The trees grew thick both on the cliff and as they walked below its rising height. There they found a feint trail between those trees The trail lead to a meadow below the point where many years before a young wife's body had been found.
Michael had carried a flashlight to the meadow. In the center of the meadow was a circle of stones. Twenty-seven stones of a very special type that he had gathered from the four corners of the world. Agate, Amber, Carnelian, Bloodstone, Hematite, and so many others. It had taken him years to collect each of these stones. They were placed in a precise order to enhance the magical circle that would form. There were eight torches, long burning torches, that were placed at the four cardinal positions and each point in between. He lit them and looked at his watch. It was quarter to one in the morning, and the torches were rated for two and a half to three hours long. Maryanne had purchased them from a local garden store. He walked around the meadow and lit each one. He walked back to the center of the circle and looked around at his eight women. He walked each to a position to the right of each of the torches.
"I am very powerful tonight. Can you feel my heat, my sweets?"
They all either nodded or replied yes and he turned in a circle smiling at each one. He pointed each to stand to the right of each torch and they quickly obeyed. He watched, his ladies' faces a bit white in the cold. Tanya danced, lifting one foot and then the other from the cold ground. Some of the women just shook, either intentionally or because of the cold. The discomfort of his women actually aroused him, or perhaps it was just the idea that he had complete control over his harem. "Maryanne. Come, here to the middle. I know it is cold, but you will be warm in short order." She came to him and he took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately, Michael still remembered the first time he had taken his daughter. He was so aroused, "I know it is awkward. Pull up the gown and on your hands and knees, my sweet."
The ground was cold, and hard, but as always Maryanne did as she was told. With her gown around her waist she looked back and suddenly her father, Michael, was naked. He squatted behind her, her pussy was so wet in anticipation of his manhood. As everyone watched, he grasped her waist and pushed his cock into his daughter. "Yes..., my sweet." He said as he began to pump her. "You are still so sweet..., your tunnel so welcoming to my cock. This is not the ceremony, I just want to make all my women release tonight."
Maryanne was no longer cold. It was as if his incredible member warmed the entire interior of her body.
God..., it feels so good. My father is the best at sex in the world, she said to herself.
She moaned out loud, making a noise of pure pleasure. "Yes.., oh yes. Oh y-yes. Harder please, Father." Michael did not say anything, not at this point. He began to pump her harder, his hands gripping her waist, holding her in place as he pounded his large cock into her.
"Are you going to release, my daughter?"
"Yes..., f-fuck yes. Oh G-God, I am cumming Father. Yes, I am c-cumming. Oh God yes..."
She finished, falling to the earth her gown now dirty, no longer pristine white. But Michael knew this was not important, only that they represent something. This ceremony would make them his Brides. Every woman that was his must be represented at this ceremony, as his wife. "Okay, each in turn. Next will be my granddaughters. By age, oldest first."
For the next two hours, he took each of his women. He never released. He did not cum in any of them. He was saving that for the lawyer. He had decided that this night he would release his seed into her. He would make her pregnant. This would be at the end of the ceremony.
It was just a few minutes before three am. He looked at each woman in turn, "You are mine. You must all say, I belong to you Father. I am your wife. I will always be yours." In turn, each woman said the words, the last the lawyer. He then motioned to her, "On your knees my sweet. It is time." As he finished his sentence his body completely transformed.
The creature that stood before them was completely inhuman. By torchlight, what stood before them was different. They had seen him in this form in flashes before, but not complete as he was now. His legs were thick, but straight, more like a horse than a goat. Those legs were covered in hair, as were his arms. He had a short beard, his face long, longer than any normal human. His eyes piercing, deep blue, and unearthly in their color. But it was his erection that caught all of their attention.
His cock was even bigger and appeared to glow red. Perhaps a trick of the torch light. But it was so much larger than any the group of women had ever seen. It did not become so until this very minute as it seemed to grow, to become longer, and to thicken. They each looked, one to the other, for it seemed his manhood glowed even brighter as time passed. They had all felt it this evening, but it was to be Rhonda's turn. She went to her hands and knees anticipating that which was to come. He growled, like some otherworldly monster and dropped to his knees. He placed his hands on her waist and in one powerful thrust, pushed his cock all the way into her body.
"Oh, f-fuuuuck!" She screamed. It was hard, and incredibly fat in her canal. "Oh..., oh my God. Your c-cock is so hard. Oh my God, Father..."
He slowed at this moment to let her become used to his large cock. He pumped in and out of her, slowly, her love canal adjusting to his very large manhood. It was one minute until three am, and he knew he would have to say the words as he used this beautiful woman. "Are you adjusted, my sweet?"
"Yes...., yes father. Yes..., fuck me father."
