Midnight Orchards
We've always felt entitled to land. Drawing lines to keep anyone we didn't like outside of where we laid claim. Though commoners have fought with tools from the dawn of consciousness, no one bothers to wage war over The Orchard.
Since trees grew on Earth, a spirit lived to create The Orchard. No one knows why but it's been a haven for those who have lost another, practiced taboo craft, or sought a place to do as one naturally does with whomever so desired. Wandering there in daylight, it's not uncommon to see Satanic weddings, Wiccan festivals, and plenty of the same sex pairs in tow. It's sovereign from the outside, or at the least we try to keep it that way.
One rule that's revered by all, including outsiders, is to never travel through The Orchard after dark. Because while we're shamed for what happens under the sun, the naughtier romps go on after dark. And Midnight was out time to truly become animals.
Many of my brethren have enjoyed the pickings of all who ventured through in dark of night. Supple young women who needed no coaxing in being pleasured by multiple partners. Or thick cocked men who look forward to stretching eager soft rowdy ladies who line up. Then there are soft young men who love to be under a strong woman or a man who aches to be his Daddy.
In being one of the forceful voices of Orchards, I enjoy viewing the sin and lust beneath the groves and hidden brush. Being a leader could mean easily demanding anyone I so wished. Yet I reserved myself for the company of one man. Someone who purposefully strolls in after dark to have fun with me.
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He wanders around, sometimes acting helpless before I loom over him as a large shadow. Freezing in excitement, he starts to breathe heavily, almost panting, as my hands start to brush across his arms and shoulders. Partially not able to contain himself, he moves back a bit, his ass rubbing slightly against my cock. In his panting, a subtle moan escaped him. Even touching slightly, his body ached to rush and be stuffed full of his mysterious boyfriend.
Finally turning, our eyes met and I let my hand rise to find his hair, fingers running through. His sigh as I did so made the feeling in my stomach tighten and growl, intensified by pulling him close for a hungry, passionate kiss. Parting our lips over and over, his hands pulled at the collar of my cape and the vest underneath. He was being a bit forward... but this was my play and he'd be sorry for it. In response, my hands shifted quickly, one at his throat and the other pinching at his hardness. Poor baby was already soaking.
Coming up for air, we finally whispered greetings to each other.
"Good to see you again Senir."
"It's wonderful to see you Lenrein... Been hard to find time to sneak off."
"No worries. You're here now... And we'll have our time."
"What's stopping us now?" He asked, groping me as though he were my lead.
Taking him by the misbehaving wrist, I twisted a bit and answered. "Faction meeting. Despite the laxness of Orchards, there's still order to maintain. I'm needed there but wanted to see you in."
Groaning in pain, he responded. "So... I'll be in your home alone?"
"Only for a little while. I prefer fucking you in private and not around trees that have eyes or ears."
"I understand Sir... I've been aching for a while. Edging to have you inside me."
"You'll have plenty to eat Senir. And a dessert if you behave."
The word 'dessert' made his eyes light up and his throat visibly gulp down a lump nervously. Sweet play for him was a weakness. And that was the point. Leading him by the hand, we chatted a bit until arriving at my secluded lake house. Cliché as the setting may be, it was the only place for someone like me who hadn't fit in with many crowds. Not long after we'd walked in and locked the door, Senir hugged me tightly, a leg raised to my waist.
After a shiver then sigh, I pulled his leg closer, bodies now tighter as we lingered in each other's eyes. We wanted to say something but there were none other than the obvious. And he eagerly waited for the trigger. Leaning to my ear, he moaned softly, begging.
"Destroy me Len... Until I split."
Muscle memory needed no prompting as my hand found his throat, another arm swiping him up as if he weighed nothing. Though I didn't squeeze, boy squirmed as I walked, hand secure and him knowing he was mine. Throwing him on the table, my cape fell with a heavy clank from its metal parts, joined by the hard thunk from my belt. Closing the distance, he fumbled to remove his pants but didn't deny his Sir the feeling of firm asscheeks settled to his hardness.
Boy's head fell back, sensitive to even feeling my cock against him. Tired of his unintentional teasing, I pulled at his button and zipper until they popped off, letting me rip them from his legs. Wearing no underwear to speak of, I moved my cock, precum leaking, and began to push inside. boy's voice echoed, back arching, and I pulled his shirt collar to see his eyes go wild as I sank deeper into him. The last slight push made boy hold his breath then a muffled groan while my hardness twitched inside.
"Am I tickling your sweet spot Boy?"
"Yes Sir..." He muttered.
"Beg then. Beg me to help you."
"Make me better Sir. Fill me and cure my slutty craving."
Granting my Boy's wish, my hips thrust abruptly as the last word left his mouth. Hands pulled at each other's shirts, partially to get more grip and other parts to force our bodies tighter. In each frantic grasp, kiss, or groan, growls came from my throat, shaking him down without excessive need to further spread and use him.
The table shook violently, scratching the floor with how I kept pounding into boy over and over. After a while, I noticed his mess on my shirt, white to black, as if he'd finished. Pulling him face to face, thrusting with more forceful intent, I questioned him.
"Did you cum without me telling you?"
"No Sir." boy responded between panting.
