The Seed Woman

1. He had Mrs. Shown nearly vertical, with her head pointed down and her ass and legs in the air. It looked painful. He was half-kneeling, half-standing as he pushed his heavy cock into her. Their bodies slapped rhythmically. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. She did not use the Pause Word but I still felt the need to intervene. Was she alright?

"Mrs. Shown," I said, leaning close to her nearly upturned face. "Is this too much?"

"No, no," she huffed with the thrusts. "Did I use the Pause Word? Do you see the thickness of his cock? Look how deep he is! He fucks like he hates me!"

And with those words, he howled, then folded her in half, in a position I had seldom seen before. She was sideways now, and he was sawing into her angrily, her folded legs flying wildly.

"What a fucking cunt! Your Lowland bitches have hungry slits! You cock whore. Look how I'm stretching your pussy. It hardly fits."

He pushed hard on Mrs. Shown and switched the position again, now to her back. He pushed her legs far apart. I stood behind him and watched as he grasped his cock and pointed it toward her slit. He was lining it up for a final assault. He pushed in quickly, and she inhaled a deep breath and raised her legs further so he could sink his Seed in deeply.

"Don't come inside me!" she pleaded. "I can't have a man's Seed in my cunt."

He had been up on his arms, but now he pulled down on her. He gathered her breasts which were smeared with saliva and sweat. He squeezed them together with his hands as he pumped wildly. He held her close, I realized, to make her take his Seed.

"Whore... slut... I'm going Seed you and you'll take every fucking drop!"

He began to moan, grinding deeply into her. She screamed.

"Don't Seed me!" He let out a ragged scream. He pushed into her with the dedication and devotion of a man who wanted nothing more but to exploit his pleasure and bury his Seed.

His ass pulsed between her legs rhythmically, and she dug the heels of her feet into his crack. When he was still, he took a deep breath and pulled out.

Her hands went down between her slit and she felt his Seed. She looked at me in mock horror - her eyes could hide her pleasure.

2. This was my trade. I am a Procurer. Mrs. Shown was only one of the dozens of Lowland women who employ me to enact the Ritual. They sought me out because I had a reputation in the Lowland for performing these delicate tasks with the correct amount of reserve and boldness.

The Lowland women had their unique psychological requirements and very real biological and cultural imperatives. I was here to usher them through the Ritual and gather Seed.

My trade spread through word of mouth among the women in the Lowland. Men were not permitted in the Lowland. I didn't need to convince my fellow Upland Men of my usefulness. For among Upland Men, the allure of Seeding Lowland women requires no prodding.

All they needed to do was to obey the Rule - to bathe, to be rough within the ritualistic necessities of the act, but not to the point where real harm would befall a Lowland Woman. They must stop if the woman uses the Pause Word. A man must follow the Rules of the Ritual, or I won't use his services anymore. And rest assured, men always listen; if a man wants to Seed a Lowland woman, they do as I say.

There were difficulties sometimes - but I always prevailed. As I said, Upland Men yearn for Lowland Women. But there was one man who had a difficult case. It was a failed Seeding that turned, in an unlikely way, into a very successful Seeding. I should tell you the story.

3. Grane was a man from the Upper Uplands, far beyond where most of us live. He was officially designated Brute. When my reputation for procuring Seed Women was well established, he was at my door.

"Grane, you're here?" I asked, surprised to see his shaggy form darkening my door.

"Why shouldn't I be here?" He mumbled. His voice was gravely. "You fetch those Low Cunts. I want to Seed one!"

"There are Rules," I told him. "Can you follow Rules?"

"What Rule need there be?" he sneered. "Stick it up one of the Low Cunts, and give her Seed."

"Technically," I answered. "But how you get there is important. You'll need to take a bath."

"In water?" he sneered. "That makes you sick."

"It's the Rule. They don't want your Upland odor. Also, you can't damage a Lowland woman. Can you copulate without making a mark, bruise, or abrasion?"

"If I do it right," he answered. "I always make a mark." I sighed.

"You must come inside them, even though they will tell you not to. It is part of the Ritual. They think it helps them with conception. Can you do that?"

"I Seed hell or high water, permission or not" he spat." I studied him closely.

"I have a woman coming tomorrow," I explained. "She wants a Brute. But you can't hurt her much, and you must have a bath!"

"No," he stomped his foot. "What's the point? Seeding is Seeding. She'll get what she needs."

"If you want a Lowland woman, come back tomorrow at noon and obey the Rule." And on hearing that, he turned and stomped away.

4. The next day Mrs. Openly arrived. She was a matronly lady with a pile of red hair atop her head. Her body had reached its womanly peak and was heading down the opposite slope. But I could see through her robe a woman of obvious charms: prodigious breasts, strong haunches, tapered waist, wide hips, and long, muscular legs. She was built to take Seed.

"Thank you for making the journey," I told her, bowing. "Would you like to rest before the Ritual." She looked at me with no hesitation, as if she had grown up with men. She had a strong, handsome face. A robust nose, dusky eyes, and sensuous lips.

"Please show me the Ritual Room, and I will prepare myself there," she answered in a husky tone. I gestured to the room at the rear. She entered, and I stood at the door. She examined the decor, the bed, and pulled back the shade to view the low row of red hills dotting the southern expanse. She turned to face me.

"Of course I am versed in the protocols - but can I ask his name?"

"That's not allowed," I answered. "It is not a Rule, but a custom that we find best to continue."

"May I know your name?" she asked. Her brown eyes turned curious.

"Unfortunately, no," I answered, bowing my head. "That is forbidden by the Rule."

She nodded and turned toward the small shelf. In a quick motion, she let her robe fall to the floor, and she was nude. She was careful not to look at me, and I was glad. Naked, her form was unbearable to behold. Sweat formed on my forehead, and my breathing quickened. She possessed a delicious array of qualities, opposite, yet complimentary. She was matronly yet nubile, stout yet long, seasoned by at least three decades of womanhood, yet virginal and untouched.

She anointed herself with the Three Oils on her vaginal lips and clitorus. She turned and faced me - as if seeking my approval. I did not move. I was transfixed. She raised herself on the bed, one leg over the next. For a terrible, wonderful moment, I saw her glistening, open sex. Once on the bed, she closed her legs and eyes, and lay down.

In the front room, I waited for Grane with more irritation than was necessary. Her body, her face, her presence had shaken me. Grane arrived on time, to my great surprise, but I smelled him from 20 paces away. I blocked the doorway.

"You did not bathe. That is against the Rule. You must leave. Come back after a bath." He said nothing. He moved toward me, and with his sinewy arms, simply lifted me out of the way. I hit the outer beam of the wall, and it took my breath away. I recovered, and rushed in: he stood before her, silently. Mrs. Openly was sitting up in bed, looking at him harshly. Her gaze halted him. She looked at me. Her brow darkened.

"He has not bathed," she said firmly. "Ritual demands it." I bowed to her. I grasped Grane roughly by the arm. I led him out. He appeared stunned. All the elements in her that had stripped me of my normal reserve, had taken the Brute out of him.

"Grane," I told him, annoyed. "Follow the Rule! They're simple. If you want to Seed that Lowland woman, follow the Rule." He was confused. I pointed him toward the Grand Hall. "Use the public bath in the Hall. Scrub hard. Use soap" And I pushed him away. I returned to the Ritual Room. Mrs. Openly was sitting up. She was still without clothes.

"Do they often not follow the Rule?" she asked me, without judgement, only as if she was gathering information.

"Rarely," I answered. "Upland men want to Seed Lowland women. You requested a Brute - this man is one of them. Sometimes they don't understand the importance of the Rules. But they learn. If they want to Seed, they must obey." She was silent for a few moments. She did not

take her eyes off me.

"You're an Upland man, will you Seed me?" she asked. I felt I would fall down. I bowed my head. I could not look at her, at those round, full breasts, at her handsome firm face. I composed myself.

"That's not permitted, Mrs. Openly," I answered softly. "I am a Procurer of Lowland Women - here I don't Seed."

"What if you wish to?" she asked. "Isn't it deeply pleasurable? Do you think I am not worthy of your Seed?"

"Mrs. Openly," I explained, my voice sounding as thin as a read. "Here, in this place, the Rule prevents me from doing so. That has nothing to do with any qualities you may have, or my preferences for such qualities."

"What if you want to Seed?" she asked, tilting her head at a beguiling angle. "Where do you go?"

"There is a Procurer over at Cross Road Settlement. I am permitted to offer my services to Seed there."

"Do you ever Seed there?" she asked. I didn't want to answer. But her face was soft and open and maddening.

"I haven't for a long time," I answered, bowing again so as not to see her. We have enough Highland men for such duties. I do my trade." She smiled provokingly. Was she smiling at my answer? She finally looked away from me.

"Will he return?" she asked after a pause. My eyes rested on her full breasts. They were capped with thick, firm nipples.

"He is certain to," I said, and turned to leave, my face blazing red. "He would be a fool not to."

5. An hour later, Grane returned, scrubbed so much his skin shone white. He looked at me with fear. She had shaken his confidence. I brought him to her. Mrs. Openly sat up. He pulled down his kilt. He was flaccid. I hung my head. This had never happened before. He just stood there defeated, before he did a thing, as limp as his cock.

"Mount her and run your cock along her slit," I whispered in his ear. "It will stand."

Mechanically, he mounted Mrs. Openly. She opened her legs wide to receive him. He moved his cock around her cunt lips, trying to harden. It was difficult to watch. After an eternity, he entered her. He began to move inside of her. His movements were hesitant. There was no heat to his thrusts.

"Don't Seed me," Mrs. Openly exclaimed. She said it in desperation, sensing he would not Seed. My member, however, was painfully hard.

"Aye," he whimpered. "I will shoot my Seed on your belly." At those words, she uttered the Pause Word.

"Get off," I ordered. "In here," I snapped. I was angry. He stood before me, naked. "You have to tell her, roughly, that you will Seed her no matter her wishes. And fuck her hard, damn you. She's a Seed Woman - Seed her hard. That is the Ritual! Any man would Seed a woman like her robustly." He gazed at me, and again I saw saw the great fear in his eyes. Then a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Can't do it," he whimpered.

"Can't do what?" I asked, standing close to him, ready to throttle him.

"Seed her," he said, crying openly now. "I can't give her anything. How can I be rough? She's too beautiful, too..." and he did not finish, because he sprinted out the door.

Later, I stood by the Ramp with Mrs. Openly, and we were both silent. Then she turned fully toward me.

"Does that happen often?" she asked.

"Never," I answered. "Not at all."

"Then why did it happen to me?" she asked, obviously worried. "Was I not a suitable woman to Seed?"

"Perhaps too suitable, Mrs. Openly," I said, reaching in my pocket for my fee. "I believe he was overwhelmed by your, well, womanly stature and," I struggled with words, and then just spat it out: "Your incredible beauty. Your presence. Your poise. Your body." I gave her back her fee. The transport arrived. She looked hard at me.

"I will take back this fee, but not for the reason you think," and with that, she boarded the transport.

6. I set out to forget Mrs. Openly. I hoped she would return - but also wished she wouldn't. I threw myself into the Trade. In the spring, Low Land women want Seed. I had a woman almost every day. Sometimes two or three. I slowly forgot.

A few months later I received a note from the Procurer at the Cross Road Settlement. It read: Running out of local men. Send four? As payment, you come and Seed. But if you can't procure the men immediately, bring a chit, but you must come in four days, or the deal is off. Very important!

I needed a rest. And since the departure of Mrs. Openly, I yearned to Seed. I set off for the Crossroads. When I arrived I took a long bath at the Grand Hall. I donned my kilt and blouse. I walked to the Procurer.

Banker's setup was just like mine. Why reinvent the wheel? Lowland women and Highland men come to give and receive Seed - no need to be fancy when the Ritual was almost all transaction. When I entered he rose to greet me. He was smiling broadly.

"Good to see a man successful in our trade!" he said jovially. He slapped me on the back. "It will be good for you to be on the other side of this transaction for a change. Also, this Lowland woman is, well, you'll see. She is something else. She's built to take Seed." He led me to the Ritual Room.

Mrs. Openly was on the bed. Her legs were slightly open. I could see the glistening lines of Ritual Oil on the lips of her cunt and clitoris. She raised her head, gazed at me dreamily, and then lay down. She opened her legs and raised them high. I felt a pulse of fear on seeing her, but it was quickly swamped by a wave of lust. I realized I wanted to Seed this Lowland woman from the moment I saw her.

I leap on the bed, mounted her, hoisted her legs on my shoulders, and impaled her in one swoop. As I settled balls deep into her cunt, her mouth formed a wide circle, and she moaned.

"His cock is so big," she said to no one in particular. "The biggest I've ever had. I don't know if I can take it!" I did not thrust at first. I looked down at this tremendous slut spawled beneath me. She was nearly folded in half. Her cunt lips were stretched around my cock. Her ripe tits were pressed together. Her red hair was spilling everywhere. I had not even pumped yet, and her cunt felt like heaven. It was warm, moist, and tight.

"You'll take it, whore," I hissed. "If you want to fuck an Upland Man, if you want his Seed, you must submit. And submit you will." I began to saw into her cunt with a ferocity I did not know I had. I bent her even further. Her thighs were in the air, her pussy fully exposed. I grasped her wide hips, then narrow waist. I slipped my hands to her prodigious tits and squeezed.

"Stop him, stop him, my God!" she screamed to the Procurer, but she did not use the Pause Word. "His cock is too big!" Then she began to moan deeply, and I joined her. I pushed her delicious tits together, I pressed and pulled them. He cunt was tearing by prick apart. But I didn't care. I would have her fully.

I pulled out quickly, and she gasped. I leaned over her, and began to ferociously suck her tits. Her nipples responded to my tongue, becoming rock hard; I nibbled them with my teeth. She ran her hands through my hair.

"He bites my nipples," she cried to the Procurer. "Is he allowed?"

"The Rule does not forbid it, although it is seldom done," he explained in the calm way of all Procurers. "If you wish to stop, use the Pause World."

Of course she didn't. A ruddy flush sufficed her body. I sucked on her tits and flicked her clitorus. She was coming. She closed her legs around my hand, to amplify the sensation. When she was done, I moved up to her head. I inserted my cock in her mouth. She took it without hesitation. I fucked her mouth like a cunt. I was a Procurer! I was a student of the Rule. Most Upland Men mounted, slapped about, and then Seeded. That was the custom. But I could do anything I wanted to her as long as I did not damage her, or she did not utter the Pause Word, and as long as I Seeded her cunt and did not sow or spill my Seed elsewhere.

"Damn it," I hissed, her tongue flicking the underside of my cock, her lips tight at the base. "Maybe I'll Seed in her mouth." She forced me out of her mouth.

"He can't do that," she told the Procurer. "It is against the Rule." The Procurer came close to me.

"You must Seed her cunt," he told me evenly. "That is the Ritual," Then he turned to Mrs. Openly. "This is true, but he can say anything he wishes."

On hearing this I forced my way back into her mouth. I pumped like a maniac. I was holding myself above her head, and fucking her mouth like a pussy. Then I pulled out. My cock was slick with her saliva. I pulled her massive tits together and started to fuck them.

"You big titted bitch," I screamed. "Maybe I'll Seed your massive tits. You were made for Seeding. Your body needs a man's Seed. You should be covered with it." She helped me gather up her massive breasts to form a cunt with them.

I pulled away from her tits, and hauled her up by her armpits. I faced her. Her face was slack with lust. I gazed at her with the focus of a man who would Seed. I kissed her deeply, trusting my tongue in her mouth. Her tongue met mine. We embraced. I grasped her ass; it was delicious and round and upright. She pumped my cock with her right hand. Her left arm was around my neck. I pinched her nipples and stroked her slit. We were moaning loudly, and in harmony. I lay down, and pulled her to me.

"Ride me, whore," I hissed. "Maybe I'll Seed you like this." She did so, but I could see fear on her face.

"Am I permitted to ride him?" she asked the Procurer. He nodded.

"Yes, that is not forbidden," the Procurer answered, "although custom has frowned upon it and it is seldom done. If you gather Seed this way, it conforms to the Ritual. He may enter you at any angle, as long as his Seed is deposited in your vagina." Then she began to bear down on me; she was having difficulties. She moved halfway and then stopped.

"He's too big," she shouted. "How can a man have such a massive cock?"

"Shut up, whore," I hissed. "Ride the cock. Let's see those massive tits bounce." I reached out to her maddeningly slim waist, sandwiched above her wide hips and beneath her massive breasts, and pulled her down. She began to ride. She screamed. Her red hair was flying about her head. Her tits bounced in unison as she slid up and down on my shaft. I wanted her to pull my balls - but I knew that would make me Seed. I wanted more.

"Ride it bitch... ride that big cock. What a slut you are, so hungry for cock!" Then I began to slap her breasts. Gently at first, and then with greater force. She shouted in appreciation. Once her tits were dark red, I pushed her off. She lay on the bed, breathing hard.

"You want Seed slut?" I taunted. "Then ass up. Ass in the air. Open your ass crack to me!" She obeyed. The ample but shapely bottom was before me. She was on her hands and knees. Her beautiful breasts hung down, joined by her red locks. I pulled her ass close. I spread her cheeks apart. Her cunt was red and wet. We had been fucking for sometime. Her asshole was closed and tight. I slid into her cunt.

"Fuck," I screamed. Pumping into her cunt from her ass was heaven. I thrust without control. She had trouble staying on her hands and knees. She was screaming.