This is just a short note to say thankyou to some awesome people that have inspired me to actually write and finish a piece as well as publish it. Darth_Aussie and his crew thank you so much.
A special thanks to JasonT for help reading and helping edit this very first piece of mine.
To my potential readers out there just a few quick things
This story does contain futanari and will continue to do so. If that's not your thing I apologise but it will be a recurring part of this tale.
This part of the story has taken me a long time to write and while I am hoping part 2 will show up much quicker, I wouldn't expect it soon.
This story will probably have multiple different sexual themes and content and I will endeavour to put the correct tags on them as I go.
Prologue
Danielle was about to die.
She had been young and stupid or perhaps merely naïve, but in her own mind she had been completely and utterly in love.
It had begun unsurprisingly with a boy or more specifically a young man.
The previous summer a new noble family had moved into the manor overlooking the little village where she had spent her entire life.
It was not a poor village by any means, but neither was it prosperous, a few dozen houses and farmhouses, a blacksmith and a few other small stores, two inns and of course on the hilltop overlooking them all, the manor.
People got by and on occasion saved a little extra to pass onto the next generation. The arrival of new Lords and Ladies to their small part of the world would probably be the biggest event in the village for a generation if not two.
Danielle could remember thinking at the time "What have they done to end up here?"
As it was, the whole village turned out to watch their new masters arrive. A stupendous procession of burdened carts and gleaming carriages drawn out in a line, carrying everything the family needed and much it did not.
It was here that she first saw him.
Duncan McCallister of House McCallister, heir to Lord Ian McCallister and one of the six Great Houses of Steelhaven.
He was of course, tall and handsome, hair dark enough to almost be black and a very generous smile. He had been leaning out one of the carriage windows, waving and smiling at everyone they passed, particularly the young women of the village.
She hadn't noticed that at the time, she had been too busy staring at him, too distracted by his devilish good looks, to really focus on what he had been doing. But thinking back about it now, she could see it, the extra attention he gave them and the dark gleam in his eyes as he looked at them. If only she had seen it then, noticed that feral light, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Instead, she watched along with everyone else, caught up in the magic of the event. When Duncan's carriage had passed her, time seemed to slow and everything around them had ceased to exist, she just stared into those pale blue eyes, at a face that seemed just a touch too handsome. He smiled at her. She shivered, a chill running all the way down her spine. From that moment her fate was set, Danielle was hooked.
He filled her thoughts constantly. During the day chores and errands ended up taking twice as long or were forgotten entirely as she daydreamed of the darkly handsome man, about meeting him, talking to him and all manner of imagined futures they could have together.
The nights were worse and yet secretly desired even more. While the waking dreams were simple, hopeful things, the ones that came through the long dark hours of the night were something else.
They were desire.
They were sin.
Wickedness and lust all compressed into an intense realism that only dreams can provide.
All night, every night they came, till she awoke covered in sweat and twisted with the sheets of her humble cot. The images, the feelings, the lust, burning themselves into her brain.
She was on her back, Duncan above her. He held her arms above her head trapping her beneath him, his mouth crushing hers, tongues battling each other within as he ever so slowly pushed his thick length inside her, the legs spread wide by his hips. He sank into her warm depths, right to the hilt before pulling back just as slow. It was almost torturous. He never changed speed, whenever she tried to urge him on with ankles crossed behind him or tried to rise to meet him, he would stop. Burying his cock as deep into her core as he could or even worse leave her empty and craving.
Another dream.
He had her bent over her families dining table, a fist in her hair, the other grasping at her hip as he pummelled his cock into her. Each thrust sending a wave of ecstasy through her body and moans would escape her lips. The more she moaned the harder he fucked her, and the cycle would continue until she came screaming his name, her walls clamping down on his invader and he would swell and spasm and fill her with his cum, a cry of his own to match to her passion.
Another.
This time she was in large bed, silken scarves tied her limbs to the posts and candles burned brightly throughout the room, shadows flickering against the walls as Duncan hovered as the edge of her sight. His shadowed face smiling down at her, his teeth shining in the candlelight. He waved to someone outside her view and they came forwards. A man and woman, both lean and pale and beautiful, faces never remembered when she woke. Only Duncan would be remembered.
They would lean over her to either side, hot mouths and smooth lips descending on her breasts, sucking, nibbling, their teeth gently biting her nipples and pulling them away from her heaving chest. Their hands would traverse her skin, softly running down her body, the inside of her legs but always avoiding her most intimate of places. They would work her to a frenzy and then Duncan would descend.
He trailed warm kisses up the inside of her legs, his breath tickling her skin and finally after an eternity his mouth would close over wet folds and he would assault her with his tongue.
That one would always wake her. The ecstasy she felt could no longer be contained by her slumber and she would awaken to damp sheets and unfulfilled desire.
There were other dreams also. Darker dreams. Dreams that terrified more than they aroused. They did not come often, rare enough to be dismissed as merely nightmares conjured from her tortured lusts.
She hung from the ceiling, or Danielle guessed it was the ceiling. Something covered her eyes, a rough fabric pulled tightly and blocking the light and leaving her trapped in darkness. Her hands were tightly bound behind her, the same course fabric cutting slightly into her skin, the legs spread open, feet pulled upwards and away. Rough hands grabbed her head, she gasped and hard cock filled her mouth, pushing deep and hard into her throat. She choked and it withdrew if only for a second, then it was back violating her mouth again and again.
It was not alone, a tongue traced its way briefly across her slit before disappearing and another cock took its place, spearing its hard length into her. It showed as little concern for her as the one choking her did. Pushing to the hilt and withdrawing only to be slammed back in again. They fell into a rhythm, filling her and leaving her. Again, and again and again till they came, the one in her mouth pulling back to paint her face, the other thrusting deep into her and releasing its load within her depths. She heard them groan, and then she was free of them, their hands and cocks disappearing, feet shuffling in the darkness. Then new hands and new cocks and it was time to go again. A whole procession of them, too many to count, using her as toy for their pleasure before leaving their mark. Cumming on her face, her breasts and back or deep within her, some choosing to sink their throbbing meat into her tight ass instead and she would whimper as lights flashed in the darkness of her blindfold as they stretched her ass and pushed into her tight hole again and again as they blew their loads into her ass.
On and on it would go until she woke, incredibly aroused, but fearful, ashamed and confused. Wishing dreams of Duncan had visited her that night instead.
With dreams like those and the naivety of young woman, it was unsurprising that things progressed the way they did. By the end of the summer Danielle had been convinced their love was one for the ages.
She had managed to get work within the manor, something insignificant for a little extra coin for her family and had stumbled upon Duncan alone in a corner of the house. He had looked so handsome and noble and she had not been able to help herself.
Going to him, basking in his presence, glued to those pale eyes she had confessed her love to him. He had smiled at her and fed her honeyed lies and she had believed him like a fool, that he had watched her from afar, that he needed her, that he loved her too. And all the while that dark gleam shone in his eyes, brighter than ever.
Soon enough he was making her dreams reality, he could think of any number of tasks at the manor that were suitable cover for their hidden love and somehow, they always came to her, she would act put upon but in need of coin and would walk to the manor in an apparent sulk right up until she stepped inside, and he would whisk her away to and empty room and he would act the part of caring lover while he used her.
To her it had been perfect, her noble handsome Duncan bringing her more joy than she had thought possible. But all good things must come to an end and they did suddenly and in a way her innocent view had not thought possible.
They had carried on their little charade for months, everything had seemed perfect, she was in heaven and then she had gone to the manor to share with Duncan what she had believed to be fantastic news.
He was to be a father, she was pregnant.
The response she received was not the one she had imagined. There was no cheering, no cries of joy and a tearful embrace, no exclamations of love or laughter. Instead, all that she received had been a deep foreboding silence. Duncan had looked at her, his handsome face a mask, no visible expression crossing his visage, not even an inkling in his pale eyes. Then he had stood from his position on the sofa in the lounge where she had taken him to share the good news, he had looked at her again, then turned and strode away, leaving her sitting alone, in shock and on the verge of tears.
Not knowing what else to do she had gone home to try and figure out what she had done wrong, why Duncan had rejected her. What was she going to do? The very next morning she had received her answer.
