Family That Prays

Oster Bunny: The Family that Prays Together

Chapter 2

After the ritual, Sandra provided Maya and me with clothes. For me, it was the same items I had come to church in, slacks and a nice dress shirt (basically my best effort of Sunday dress). For Maya, it was a long XXL t-shirt with a logo showing some cartoon kittens that Sandra had snatched out of the church lost-and-found.

The cotton shirt hung down to her thighs, but it was obvious to any red-blooded American male that there was nothing underneath. Maya's breasts were high and perky even without a bra. Her pink nipples were erect and pointed at a slight incline, pushing up through the fabric. As she lifted the shirt over head, they rose up and jiggled absorbing the shocks of her body. As she hopped about, the shirt would climb up her long, coltish legs to the bottom of her heart-shaped ass cheeks.

She wore clothing like a dog excited to play with a new chew toy. She pulled the dress up to read the inscription on the front, flashing her bare little pussy as she did so. She grabbed the shirt by the cotton hem and stretched this way and that, testing its elasticity. She tried to pull her entire body inside of it like a turtle until just her two long rabbits stuck out through the top. She was seemingly innocent of modesty.

I, however, felt a lot more comfortable fully clothed again. After the strange sexual ritual that Maya and I were at the centers of, my body felt less like a fuck-god machine, and more like an exposed, ridiculous creature called an auditor. I quickly dressed before someone walked in us.

As I dressed I was even more aware that Maya and I were alone together. This creature, a girl in every way that counted was right in front of me and naked except for a long shirt that revealed succulent crescents of flesh. Even though I was assured she had aged centuries, her body and mannerisms made her look young enough to be my daughter. The cartoon t-shirt didn't help. She preened and primped in front of me, treating the 60% polyester/ 40% cotton rag as if she was just bequeathed Cinderella's gown.

"Maya?" I asked.

She turned towards me and smiled. Her ears, a huge facet of her personality, perked up to full attention, and her nose practically wiggled.

"Come here." I tapped the bench beside me.

She pranced over and hopped into my lap, dangling her legs over my thighs. She wrapped both twig-like arms around me in a familial embrace. Already I could tell that my urges were less than familial. I could feel the warmth between her legs resting on my hardening cock.

Yes, Master.

I almost dropped her on the ground. Her voice was in my head. I could still hear her girly alien tittering but transposed over it, I could feel her words deciphering themselves in my head. As well, I could feel her. Her emotions were there, distinct from mine. Her sense of security grew as she nestled in my arms and pressed her face into my neck. Her emotions were precious to me and I knew that I would do anything to protect her, as laughable as a thought that was. Who was I to protect anybody? An auditor with a dad body from the suburbs.She looked at me with eyes like crystal pools.

"Maya, is that you?"

Of course, Master. Did I scare you? I'm so sorry. Can I make you feel better?

She embraced me harder and started nuzzling my neck; started planting tiny kisses on my collarbone. I pulled her hands away and looked her in the eyes. It was incredible how large her eyes were. Larger than a human's eyes. They were so much more expressive, doe-eyed, animated.

And beneath them, on a tear-dropped shaped face, a tiny mouth that was red and pouting.

I was suddenly aroused. I wanted to consume that mouth. I wanted to crush this tiny thing under my weight. Dual emotions of aggression and protection battled it out like Manichaean gods.

"How are we doing this? How can you talk to me?"

Her face was bemused.

You called me, Master. From my home in the Wild World. I'm a part of you now.

I struggled to find a place for my hands. Every part of her exuded a relaxed, almost wholesome, sexuality. Finally, I place both hands around her waist above her hip bones. It felt like I could have wrapped my fingers around the span of her waist.

"There has to be a mistake. I don't believe in you."

You don't believe in me, master?

"That's not what I mean. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not an Osterite. I think you were meant for someone else. Not me, a married man."

She smiled and kissed me. It was like that first kiss of adolescents. A memory that dims with age comes rushing back and kicks you in the head. It was the best kiss I ever had. She started off hesitant but giving it her all. Then her mouth became hungry. She pressed me back against the wall, wanting more of my mouth on her.

With the kiss, I could feel an energy transfer between us. Our bodies linked, a current seemed to pass through us. The power was small, just a strand of energy, but behind it, I could feel more like a torrent of water behind a great dam. I could feel her potential to subsume me in the energy. She wanted me in a way that was unimaginably powerful.

"Ahem."

I pulled her off me. Gandalf the grey was here, except now dressed in a business suit.

"You must me, Mark White." He shook my hand, awkwardly over the half-naked Leporidae Faery. Maya stared at the handshake, intently studying it. When Gandalf turned to her. She raised a stiff arm like an alien performing a pantomime and the wizard laughed and shook it.

"And you must be Maya. You are every bit a jewel as has been described. Do you mind if I talk to your Guardian?"

"Guardian?"

"Yes Guardian, Mr. White. It seems Sandra has left out some parts out of your indoctrination."

"We were kind of busy." I blushed. Even though blushing was sort of ridiculous in front of a man who regularly performed church orgies for thousands of people.

"I see. Mr. White. My name is Professor Grayson of Brightville Community College. I teach anthropology and comparative religion there. I'm also the head Druid of our Posterity church in Brightville."

"So you're sort of the leader of this community."

"I represent spiritual guidance, but you are now the most powerful symbol of our faith. A weapon against the dark, really. I apologize by informing you, Mr. White, but you are now a Paladin of Osterite, a Guardian. The Wild Lords have chosen you to be our church's defender against the forces of evil."

I started laughing.

"Professor Grayson. Ask anyone who knows me I haven't been in a fight in my life. Truth is I'm kind of a wimp."

"The Wild Lord's work in mysterious ways Mr. White, in any case, the position is almost entirely ceremonial, until your final nuptials with Maya of course where you will have to defeat and kill the legendary dark knight of Saurdoz."

"I'm sorry who and what now?"

"Mr. White, we are getting ahead of ourselves. As of right now, you should go home. Enjoy your beautiful Fey creature. Sandra will make sure that everything goes smoothly both personally and professionally. The nuptials can be delayed indefinitely at least until you can produce some half-elf sires with Maya here."

"Wait, you want to me to impregnate Maya?"

"Of course Fey Blooded folk are the pinnacle of our church. Think of how helpful young Sandra has been. And when you are ready and properly trained with sword or shield or what have you we set up the nuptial ceremony which brings forth the reptilian knight to demand a trial."

"Trial. Like trial by combat in those fantasy movies. Is this dangerous? Can I die?"

"Mr. White, the ceremonial importance of the trial by combat is in the fact that it occurs, something that poor Sandra's father snuck out of, not whether you survive, but rest assured we will provide you with the best in Medieval combat reenactors to help prepare you for the ceremony. Now as Head druid, can you believe I have other business besides yourself. Please take care of Maya for me, and say hello to your beautiful wife."

Wife. I gulped. I wasn't sure what my wife's reactions would be, but the best case scenario was divorce papers and the worst case scenario involved kitchen knives and dangling bits. I remembered that Sandra was heading over there now.

I looked at Maya. Yes, Master?

"How would you like to take a car ride?"

On the drive over, Maya was fascinated by this new modern world that she was in. I, on the other hand, was mostly worried that the cops, seeing a barely dressed young woman with bunny ears, would pull us over, and start asking questions that I myself didn't even know the answer to.

Luckily, nothing happened and we pulled into my driveway. Another car was there, likely Sandra's and my worries quickly shifted over to how Sandra was going to convince my wife of anything. My wife was obstinate, and she absolutely hated these new pagan churches that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere, and I knew that Sandra would have a hard time convincing her of anything.

At the same time, I loved my wife. I knew that Sandra had strange powers because of her half-elven nature (Jesus, did I really think that. This was like something out of the Lord of the Rings) and I didn't want her to hurt Lucile. Further, I also had this new creature I was responsible for. I looked over at Maya who was eying our neighbor's yipping dogs with concern.

"Alright Maya, this is where you live now."

Wow, Master. Your castle is amazing.

"Well, I think we got a good deal. Interest rates have been rock bottom the last few years. It was time to buy."

Maya was ignoring me and watching with interest the tiny knob on the top of my car door bob up and down as she continually hit the lock/unlock button.

"Listen, Maya. I am going to take you inside now. There might be a lot of yelling."

I don't understand. Are you angry?

"No, I won't be yelling. My wife likely will. I just want to you stay back until I explain things to her."

No one should yell at master! She is a bad woman!

"Well, be that as it may, She and I are going to talk, and I need you to stay behind me until we get some issues resolved."

Yes, master.

She snuggled up to my arm and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

When I opened the door, the place was eerily silent. My wife wasn't waiting at the door with a loaded gun. Sandra was nowhere to be found. No yelling.

"Hello," I called out.

Oh hell, I thought, She's killed her. I couldn't tell you whether I thought it was my firebrand wife, or that sparkplug Sandra however.

Suddenly, I could hear noises from the back room. Something between a moan and a scream. Maybe not dead, just dying then. I looked behind me. Maya's nose was twitching and it appeared she was ready to bolt at any moment.

I'm scared master.

"Stay behind me," I whispered and walked towards the back of the house. Maya held my hand tightly.

As I got closer, I could hear the cries getting louder, sometimes following by a meaty SLAP! And a stern domineering voice whispering. Perhaps you could have predicted what I was going to see, but I didn't.

One thing to understand about my wife Linda was that she was an alpha personality. She managed the household, scheduled our life, and made sure that things got done. She was a strong woman. Our sex life wasn't horrible, but it was the antithesis of kink. My wife just liked her sex simple. Me on my back. Her on top. Fifteen relatively quiet minutes of grunting until she orgasmed, and then we turned on Netflix. She didn't even like oral sex. Claimed it was too flashy and she would rather just do things the normal way.

So I walked into the back room and my jaw dropped. Maya squeaked and I could feel her arousal spike.

Sandra was standing in the middle of my bedroom with my wife kneeling submissively at her feet. Sandra was naked except for a pair of red high heels that matched her auburn hair. The heels lifted her calves and legs elevating her pussy adorned with auburn ringlets to the same level as my wife's terrified face. Even seeing her naked a second time, I had to admire the physique of her college cheerleading body, toned but with rippling muscles underneath. The kind of look that I would normally account for with airbrushing if I wasn't staring at directly her.

Sandra had a tiny runway of hair above her pussy that was perfectly shaved so perpendicularly that you could have used it as a straight edge. It pointed straight at my wife's entirely (she was always eager to assure me) heterosexual face.

My wife was beautiful in her own way. She was older of course, but still in shape, with more exaggerated curves that jiggled delightfully across her entire body. She did pilates, but age had filled her out a little. Kneeling with her ass pressed against the balls of her feet, I had to admit I enjoyed the natural S-shaped curve of her ass and spine and neck. Sandra had her hands possessively entwined in my wife's brown locks as she straddled my wife's face and pulled her back to look her directly in the eyes.

She was glaring down at my completely dominated wife who seemed to wilt like a bad puppy. In my entire life, I had never won a fight with my wife. Now my wife was staring up at her and begging for forgiveness for some crime that I had come in at the tail end of. Her voice was cracking in despair muffled between Sandra's thighs. I could see a flash of red in Sandra's irises and wondered if maybe her half-fae magic might have something to do with this, but then again I had already encountered her forceful personality and knew she could have accomplished a lot without the use of magic.

Beyond Sandra and my newly submissive wife, Debra the hairdresser and her daughter Debbie (I felt like that was a bad joke, but had the sense to keep my mouth shut) were lying in our marriage bed. Debra was lying back against the headboard with her blond ringlets flowing over our throw pillows, hugging her daughter from behind. One of her hands was snaking down between Debbie's trembling legs to play with her glistening pussy and Debbie's mouth was open wide in an O that suggested she was clearly in the middle of an orgasm. Debra smiled at me as she got her daughter off.

Sandra laughed at Linda's begging, which reminded me that there were two scenes unfolding in my bedroom that I needed to keep my attention.

"You invite me into your house and then proceed to call me a slut and a dyke and threatened my church. I can already tell you don't have what it takes to serve your husband. I'm already thinking about kenneling you in the garage, and moving in Deborah and Debbie to help take care of Mark and Maya."

"Please," begged my wife. "I don't care about the Lutheran church. I'll be an Osterite now. A good wife. I will cook for them. I will clean for them. I will fuck them. Just don't abandon me."

"Bitch, Mark has a new wife now. Her name is Maya and in this household, she is your Queen. Mark is King. I am his royal advisor. Deborah and Debbie are his loyal servants, and that makes you what--his scullery maid, his pet bitch, his cur?"

Linda whimpered. "Please, I just want to be close to them."

A part of me bridled at Sandra's tone towards my wife. We had been married for over ten years, and though our love life had long since fallen into a boring rerun of old hits, I still loved her. Sandra hadn't asked to change my wife around, and even though, I knew that there was no way that I could leave Maya, I was still insulted that Sandra would solve my problem with my wife behind my back.

"Let's go with scullery maid then. Probationary period. Now, how about you start by cleaning my wet pussy and see how devoted a new disciple you can be." She pushed Linda into her mound blocking off any protest and for the first time in my life, I watched my wife eat pussy.

I couldn't tell from her wide eyes beneath Sandra's thin bush, or her muffled moans, whether she was protesting, or agreeing enthusiastically. However, Sandra had noticed me.

"What do you think Mark? Have I tamed the shrew for you?"

She pulled my wife's mouth of her pussy so that Linda could look me in the eye. Her face was wet with pussy and tears.

"Please Mark, do something. We've been married for over five years. Let me stay with you and Maya."

Maya whimpered in sympathy.

Linda turned her attention to my new ward. She started to crawl towards the nervous lepridae sprite.

"Please, I promise I won't be jealous. My husband is yours. You can have him. Please, just let me serve. I am a good servant I promise. I'll do whatever you like; I'll do whatever he likes."

Sandra snarled and pulled my wife back by her hair.

"He's going to do something, slut. The Guardian is going to fuck his new fiancé in your bed and you are going to watch and consider your past behavior towards him. Then I will be taking you home with me for training."

"Now, Girls."

Debbie and her daughter rolled off the bed and stood straight in a row arching their backs and pushing out their chests.

"Attend to the Guardian and Maya."

The two blonde beauties, the daughter a mirror of her mother, walked gracefully hands at each other's hips. They strolled over and took Maya and my hand in theirs.

Deborah kissed Maya who happily kissed back, without any opprobrium at a stranger kissing her, and her daughter quickly had her tongue in my mouth. She reminded me of her mother both in looks and manners. Her hair was in blond ringlets. Her body reminded me of an 80's Playboy spread. Her breasts were large and firm. My one hand not currently holding Maya's reached around to grab her firm ass.

Maya was busily suckling at Deborah's proffered breast. Deborah's breasts were so much larger than Maya that she could bury herself in them. So many things in this new world perplexed Maya, but motorboating seemed to be something she instantly understood.

When they were finished, they walked us over to our bed and undressed us. For Maya, it was a much quicker affair than it was for me. Debbie laid me down and crawled up on my left. She stroked her hands up and down my chest while raining kisses on my face. I reached forward and sucked at her young tits, infinitesimally smaller than her mother's. Her hand moved to my cock which she began to stroke expertly while I watched her mother molested my new ward.

Deborah was lying against Maya, with her mouth moving up and down her body. Maya writhed in ecstasy. Her hand still clung to mine protectively. Both of us lay there together hand in hand, each one of us being made love to, by two succubi mirror images of each other.

Finally, after grinding against Maya, Debra leaned back with a smile and sat on her haunches. Debbie followed her and for a second I watched the two blondes arching their back and displaying themselves like two sphinxes.

Then, grinning like Cheshire cats, they each grabbed Maya and pulled her tiny form between my legs. Soon, I had all three beauties facing my hard cock. Debra took the lead running her tongue up my cock like it was an ice cream cone, Maya studying her seriously. Debbie soon followed her mother's lead on the other side snaking up to meet her at the tip of my cock and share a soul burning kiss around my cockhead. After a few minutes, both girls released the cock to Maya who eagerly matched her technique.

I moaned further as Maya bobbed up and down, while the girls helpfully pulled her ears back.

Debbie was reaching for my cock, eager to pull it out of Maya's mouth, but her mother held her back.

"Patience sweetie, He is Maya's first. We are born to serve the Guardian and his ward."

Debbie turned to look at me while Maya closed her eyes and practiced her fellatio.

"It is good to see you again, Sir," Debbie said. I remembered her back at the church. And her mother's promise that I could fuck her. I reached out to caress her face and she took my hand and began to diligently suckle on my thumb.