~~~ Story Notes ~~~
Standard disclaimer: My implementation of non-human races and creatures may not necessarily align with what other writers have done. I will do my best to give you the information you need to fully understand everything that's happening. If not, feel free to give me hell about it. You, the reader, are learning along with the main character (MC) in most cases. Keep in mind that the MC may not get all of the details right at first brush. That's part of the journey.
~~~ Prologue ~~~
I was walking through a forest that was so dense that there was no way to know that it was only midday. Darkness surrounded me like a blanket - wrapping around me - closing in. Every twig at the end of each tree branch looked like the malformed fingers of some cruel beast that was reaching out to grab at me - to wrap their tendrils around my body - my throat.
A well-trodden path led through the oppressive forest, and I followed it as if my feet had a mind of their own. There was no breeze flowing across my forehead or my cheeks and yet the finger-like branches seemed to move. Not when I looked at them, no. They only moved when I was looking elsewhere. I caught shadows and glimpses of movement at the very edge of my vision.
Even in the smothering closeness of the inky gloom, I could see - not far - but somehow I could see. At a distance the blackness grew thicker - more murky - but within ten yards or less, I could see as if it were a normal night and I was just standing in the yard, waiting for the moon to crest the horizon. One step - and then another - on and on I made my way down the dreary path.
I knew my destination already. I had dreamt this dream a hundred times. Despite knowing that I was caught up in a fairy tale, I had never found a way to break its spell. I would travel this path for another hour, fighting back the terrors and the gloom, and I would arrive at a dwelling. It wasn't a house. It was cut out of a massive stump - moldering and rotting but somehow still standing. Standing in front of the place would be the most terrifyingly beautiful woman that I had ever seen - my mother. I'm not sure how I knew she had birthed me. I didn't remember her outside of this dream. I had never met her or known her. I lived with the guardians who had watched over me since time began for me. They were kindly enough - if apathetic. They taught me my letters and how to care for myself and how to survive in the woods where we lived.
I had asked them about my mother - after the first few times I had dreamed this dream - but their answers were indistinct or shallow. When I questioned them separately, it almost seemed as if their answers disagreed - like the two of them remembered different people. The other possibility, that I had arrived at, was that they were keeping the truth from me.
At last, the familiar massive stump came into view - with the witch's abode within. My mother was surely a witch. Her gaze at once thrilled me and chilled me. Already I knew that I would shiver with anticipation and dread as I stepped before her. I was naked and weaponless, unable to defend myself. I would stand before her and her eyes would devour my body with a hunger that fueled my lusts at the same time as it battered at my will.
She would order me to pleasure her and I would comply. Regardless of how repulsed or infatuated I was, my body operated without my permission. I would fawn over her and worship her as I used my hands, fingers, mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue to pleasure her. I would bow before her and kiss her feet - then her ankles, calves, the back of her knees, her thighs, and her sex. I would hug and caress her hips and waist. My cock would be as hard as steel - filled with desire to be buried within her depths. She would recognize my need and deny me, forcing me to wait.
I would adore her concave stomach with its inverted navel and her protruding ribs. I would hold her rounded ass in my fists and feast on her breasts, worshipping them, suckling her like a starving infant. Her hands would twine through my hair, trace lines across my scalp, and trail down the back of my neck - pulling me harder against her taut tits.
She would raise my head to her collarbone and I would gnaw and nip at it - and then her neck, her throat, her jaw... Finally, she would take my head into her palms and she would bring my lips to hers. Her mouth was insatiably hungry. I would seek to sate myself with her taste but her tongue would invade my mouth as her eyes invaded my soul and she would destroy the remainder of my will, overriding my desire for self-preservation or indulgence. I lived only to serve her.
My mother would lead me into the house - to her bed. She would lay down on it and order me to breed her. I would climb between her knees and thighs, bury my aching prick within her hungry cunt, and then I would pound my cock into her like the striking of a blacksmith's hammer - powerful and relentless. She would have two small orgasms - ordering me to continue to fuck her as she endured them - and then her true climax would arrive and she would command me to redouble my efforts. Just as she reached the apex, she would demand that I cum - and I would without hesitation. As soon as the edict left her lips, my balls would offer up their festering gruel - belching it into her simmering cauldron. I was powerless to deny her requirements or demands. My body would expel every drop of seed that it could muster and then I would collapse onto her, empty, like the husk of an insect's discarded carapace, while she cackled with evil mirth as my seed flooded into her womb.
The witch did not need my semen to create life. She used its energy to restore herself. As I lay on the bed, cast aside because I was no longer useful to her, she would examine herself in the mirror as the regenerative powers of my seed restored her youthful appearance, invigorated her body, and fed her magic.
My spirit would separate from my body, I would hover in the room, look down at my corpse, and watch it slowly turn to dust. My mother would turn, wave a hand at the mess, and a breeze would slip through her home, carry away the remnants of my existence, and cast them into the forest.
At that point, I would be released from the dream. I could stay asleep - or sit on the side of my bed and contemplate the meaning of the thing - it didn't matter. I would be listless and weak for a half-day. Slowly, my strength would return. The moon would wane, then disappear, and then wax again - and I would wait for the dream's return - knowing it was coming, fearing its return, but unable to change my course.
~~~ Cast Out ~~~
My only sexual experience - in my more than 18 years - were the dreams I had of rutting with, pleasuring, and breeding my mother.
My guardians and I lived in the woods - far from the village. No one came to the house. I called my guardians "mother" and "father" - but we all knew that those were just labels. They were the only family - or people - that I knew.
The next day, I was returning with an armload of sticks - from gathering fuel for the fireplace - and caught my step-mother (as I called her in my mind) bathing by the well. As I watched her, washing and rinsing herself, I compared her body to the images of my mother from my dream. I didn't specifically notice her sex until her washing moved to it - and then I could not look away. I wondered how it would feel to fuck her. Would her body feel different than my mother's? She stopped washing and I looked up. Her eyes fixed on me. Fear, mixed with hunger, filled those orbs. She called for my step-father. He hurried over, saw her, followed her eyes, and stepped between us. He glared at me. It wasn't his glare that broke the trance - it broke when I was no longer able to feast my eyes on my step-mother's body.
"Aymon," my step-father said. "Meet me in the house."
As I headed towards our home, he moved to block my view of his wife - and continued moving to make sure I couldn't look at her nakedness again. I didn't look again - but I could see him moving.
He entered the house soon after I finished placing the sticks in the nook where we kept the kindling.
"Come. Sit," he ordered me.
He filled two mugs with cold water and then came and joined me.
"I feel like your ma and I have probably given you about all that we're able. I know we haven't done much to prepare you for it but I think it's time for you to find your own way forward."
I nodded. I had always wondered how my time with the two of them would end. This was more abrupt than I had expected but I knew I had scared my step-mother when she had seen me looking at her body. If I were to stay, things would be awkward from there on out - but this was probably for the best.
"I'll go get my things," I said.
