1. Arianrhod


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    squeezing his damaged organ. As he did so, it grew limp in his hand, and he knew he would not be able to regain his erection to try again. The thought grew in his mind that this was so odd as to be un-natural, and he began to suspect the girl may indeed have been born of faerie spirits, and her virginal honey-pot was protected by some magic which rendered it unbreachable by mortal men. He wondered if Murhwyn had cast a witch's spell upon her step-daughter's body to keep her chaste. Arianrhod herself was at a loss to explain her unusual condition, but had she a reasonable explanation to offer up, his Lordship was in no mood to hear it. He nursed his sore cock with a beaten look on his face, and dismissed the girl from his chambers. But even in his wounded condition, he watched with longing, the incomparable beauty of her lithe and flawless body, until she had gathered her clothes and left his room, and his hall. * * * Arianrhod was surprised at the strange turn of events, but believed she knew what had happened. She walked gingerly through the warm summer night down the path towards the village and her new husband, who awaited her return. She stopped at the gate of her mother's cottage, and walked into the yard, looking up at the star-filled sky overhead. It was not yet midnight, and a candle was still burning inside. Pulling the latch-string, she entered the home she had known since she was a young lass, and her mother and sister greeted her with open arms. "Well, mother, ...
    your contraption worked, but not quite the way you expected!" She pulled up her dress and sat down at the table. "Now, how do we get it out ?" Her mother looked surprised. "It didn't break?" "No, but Sir Setheryn's pecker nearly did!" she chuckled. Her mother took a spoon from the drawer and lifted the pleated gown from her step-daughters shapely legs. Carefully inserting the spoon into Arianrhod's slick vagina, she created an air-pocket which allowed the small sack of pig's blood to be freed from the girl's womb. She pulled on the spoon, and the small pouch she had fashioned from a stretched pigeon's stomach fell into the witch's hand. It was still tied off to keep the blood from escaping until ruptured, and Arianrhod looked at it as her mother attempted to squeeze it several times. It still wouldn't break. "I seem to have miscalculated the strength of a pigeon's innards," she laughed, "but at least your virginity can't be questioned!" "Nor my reputation for being quite strange!" Arianrhod giggled. "Now if you two will excuse me, I have a husband to fuck!" Meghyn kissed her goodbye at the door, and watched, as Arianrhod made her way across the village green to the small cottage where Padrig awaited her homecoming, a duly consecrated bride, deflowered, and blessed for a happy marriage. Her husband tore off her dress, threw her upon their wedding bed, and joyfully fucked his beautiful bride all through the night, the first man to have fully penetrated the young goddess' juicy ...