Drust on the prowl Ch. 05b
Drust is seduced by Fae and wives and Nuns
WARNING: This story involves scenes of seduction, domination, mind control, oral sex, incest and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. Read Chaucer's prologue to the Wife of Bath's Tale where the 'C' word (queynte) is used -- yes it is that old. This is the second part of a very long story broken it into two parts and is a long read.
My name is actually Drust and it is an ancient Celtic and Pictish name probably derived from the Celtic word 'drest' meaning "riot" or "tumult". I surely am a tumult to the women I seduce and use for my pleasure.
I am over five hundred years old. I had turned eighteen as rumor spread that Henry and Charles would jointly invade France. I went to the village from our farm to experience a woman for the first time before having to go to war. It was after my first time slipping my seed inside a woman that my special powers appeared. I can mind read women of their sexual desires and like a vampire I feed off their life-force as they lie spent from their completions.
The story continues.
I left Lilly's home, the home of the lonely farmer wife, leaving her with my child seed coursing through her womb seeking her egg. I started down the lane leading away from the way I had come. The next adventure came soon enough after several days of travel. I was walking along the road very early just past sunrise when I heard a carriage coming. I did not have Lilly's cloak on so my head and face was uncovered.
The carriage pulled up next to me and a door opened. A beautiful mature woman's face appeared. She was leaning over and her full breasts bulged over her bodice. She looked down and then smiled at me liking the way I looked at her. Her cleavage rose and fell as she started to feel excitement.
"Are you in need of a lift stranger or are you a wild highwayman that would rob and ravage innocent woman traveling without protection?" she said with a broad smile. She could see that my eyes were still assessing the fullness and shape of her large breasts as she looked at me her eyes opening with uncertainty.
"Yes I would be grateful for a ride but if you are innocent has yet to be determined," I said bowing gracefully smiling broadly.
"Oh I can see you are a rouge Sir and I am fearful of letting you into this carriage. My daughter and I would be at your mercy totally defenseless," she laughed again. "Get in stranger and we can have discourse as we ride along."
I climbed the step and as I entered the carriage she offered me her hand. When I gripped it I read her frightened desire to yes be forced to yield her body to me. I could sense her moistness beginning to ply between her purse lips. She was well into her fantasy to being taken and ravaged as she pretended to fight me off. All I need do was threaten her with my huge hunting knife and her legs would open surrendering her prize.
I kissed her hand then turned it over and kissed her palm flicking my wet tongue across her life line. She took in a deep breath and trembled as her legs unknown to her opened wider. I watched her breasts rise and fall. "Oh Sir!" she said softly as her cleavage flushed red.
"And who is this lovely princess?" I asked as I took the daughter's hand and kissed her palm in the same manner. The daughter was frightened and inexperienced of an earthy man this close to her and her purse began to weep. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's yet they rose in anticipation fueled by a bawdy novel she had found in her father's library. It was all there for me to read due to that strange gift I received so many years ago.
"I am Antoinette and my daughter is Dominique. We are on our way to the Nunnery a day's ride from here. Dominique has turned eighteen seasons so is going there to get a proper education and protect her from the young foolish boys that have been sniffing around her like a cur to a bitch. I'll have none of that foolishness for my daughter. She needs protection, education and a sense of propriety instilled in her. Do you not agree Sire?" she asked. "May I ask your name Sir?"
I pulled out my hunting knife and stuck it into the velvet seat cushion driving it into the wood panel below.
"You have no need of my name woman! You knew I was a highwayman when you offered me a ride. It excited you to think so. Now you shall pay for your foolishness with your body. I shall take my pleasure with you and then your daughter. You shall not scream or call out to the driver or I will spoil your daughter's beauty with this hunting knife. This knife has split open the bowels of a wild pig, a stag and even a man. I suggest you yield. A little discomfort will be well worth your life and that of your daughter," I growled.
Both women took in deep breaths of fright but underneath, their excitement was running wild as well as their purse juices. In the closeness of the carriage I could smell their female scent -- another unexpected gift I received being the ability to discern the wetness and fragrance of a female.
"Open your bodice and display your breasts or I shall cut the fabric apart!"
The mother, Antoinette, leered wickedly but the daughter, Dominique, whined and looked at her mother. Mother turned towards her daughter and began unhooking her bodice until it opened. Dominique had on a soft chemise undercloth that went under her skirt. I pulled the knife out and knelt between Dominique's legs. I grabbed the collar and ran my knife down slicing the fabric in half.