Author's Notes: All characters presented below are 18 or over.
Forewarning to my readers, this story may be categorized "Fantasy" but contains a significant theme of non-consent.
Mandate is a one-off story of six human brothers who have been raised and live for "the hunt" the fabled battle mandated to them by the gods. Their story begins with little understanding of who they are besides the god's favorite killing machines. And progresses to them finding another tribe of different, yet similar creatures from which they claim a new kind of victory...
Thanks to Tx Tall Tales for his extensive guides on submissions here, that I hope I am following correctly. This is my very first story on Literotica and I am excited to hear any feedback you may have.
Mandate
The power, the feeling, the energy conveyed across the wooden shaft of the spear. It was like no other pleasure known to him as it felled his enemy, its tip buried in their scales as he held out his bare arm with strength. Gritting his teeth, eyes wide with the thrill of it he watched the glossy yellow eyes of the beast dim beneath him, the shouts and hollers of his comrades indicating that he was not the only one bathing in the exquisite pleasure of the kill. All around him the scaled beasts lay oozing of their strange fluids, their body' essence littering their spears as a half dozen men bellowed out their exuberance.
"To the gods see our triumph!" The man with the form of a hunter called out above him to the sky. His spear slithered out the bipedal lizard-man whose own armor was ripped, axe broken, and expression blank in its defeat. Holding it high he pointed it towards the sky, towards the mezzanine of the gods that floated hundreds of feet above them. This silver veranda always observed their triumphs, ever since they were released into this land from the warmth of their nursery.
The silver object sat silent, no acknowledgement of their victory over the other tribe. The six men whose chests were wide with strength, bodies covered in tunics, wrappings on their feet, and grizzled scruff on their faces all looked to each other perplexed by the god's silence on this matter. Had they displeased them with their sport? Did this hunt not acknowledge their god's righteous mandate.
"The gods see not our victory today." One man, tanned skin with many scars grumbled as he thrust his spear into the dirt with frustration.
Similar frustration, resentment towards the silence erupted amongst them, all seeking answers to why the gods withheld their approval of this event. All of that until a single gurgling gasp interrupted them, a single lizard-man alive despite the bleeding wound in his chest.
"Brother... this one lives... we have yet to fulfill our mandate." A tall man took up his spear once more and walked towards the yet alive foe. Standing above him, tall and strong in victory, the lizardman could only basque in his opponents visage during the last moments of its life.
"Human!" It coughed, spitting out bile as it looked down the shaft of the man's spear about to fell him.
"You look... similar." Its forked tongue flicked as its eyes traversed the man's form. From the dangling member beneath his tunic, to his broad chest the yellowed eyes lingered.
"Similar? You... beasts look similar to me. I however am Jason, these are my brothers, each with their own name." The man retorted, spitting his disgust with the notion of similarity.
"Beast... ha-ha-aggghh." The lizardman beneath him scoffed. "I am no beast, I am.. Deltian." His webbed fingers found on his scaled chest a branding, the symbols seen beneath his claws "DELTIAN-0173".
The man above him touched his forearm where a brand also existed, but these symbols shown as "HUMAN-M 0024". A look of curiosity took him for a moment as he contemplated what was being said to him.
"Brother... end this." Another man came from behind, perplexed as to what might take so long to end the life of a foe.
"Jeremiah, this beast knows of the symbols..." Jason took the tip of his spear and brushed away the claw of the weakened beast, showing his brother the symbols branded on the scales.
"The gods have given you a mandate as well?" The man looked down with a cruel contempt for the dying beast.
"Ha.... ha..." the Deltian continued to cough bile. "Do you not know language?" Its yellow eyes mocked them. "They're words... HUMAN!... aaaggghh." The spear tip pressed slowly into the beast's shoulder as the man above him grew in anger.
"Why do you call me that?!" Jason gnashed his teeth as he twisted the shaft.
"Aaggghhhh... human! You... the words!!!" He tried to touch his brand once more. Showing the words on which their names came from.
"You know not... of your origin?" The Deltian's eyes unlike that of the mans were filled with pity. Of course the men did not understand what he said, they had no knowledge of how or why they were in this place, a vast wilderness devoid of anything but the hunt. From early ages they were kept in what they were told was the nursery, where the gods cared for them till they were ready for the glorious hunt, where they prepared them for this great struggle. Of course there was twelve then... their other brothers passing to glory.
"Its words are only meant to confuse brother, kill it!" Another man grasped Jason's shoulder firmly.
The beast cackled one final time as he looked towards the silver veranda, eyes glossing over.
"You fools will get the death you wish, just like the other humans will."
"Others?" Jason stayed his spear, sweat dripping down his brow.
"In the forest, not a league from here... agghhh... they were similar... yet...." its voice trailed off into death with a final gasp, Jason's spear protruding from the beast's shoulder.
A loud chime sounded from above in the sky.
"Mandate!" A strange voice proclaimed, followed by a chorus of applause and cheers that sounded like hundreds of men proclaiming their victory. The six on the ground raised their arms and weapons high, joining in the song of their victory.
"Now for the feast!!!!" One man yelled out with glee, burying his spear in the dirt before them, no sooner than did a silver platter appear in a burst of light. It was a platter the size of two men, filled with meats, fruits, vegetables, and nectars that made their mind's go numb. The brothers all cried out thanks to their gods, grabbing handfuls of their feast and gorging themselves on it. It was not often they ate so well, only after such a victory over another tribe.
For now they forgot the Deltians words, and reveled in the spoils given to them by the gods in the sky.
It was not until night began to fall and the feast had been spent between them did the thoughts of the beasts word's come up again. Above them the faint glow of the Veranda illuminated the wilderness around them, yet the fire they forged for themselves is what gave warmth.
"The beast's words trouble me." Jason sat cross legged before the fire, staring into its flames.
"You trouble yourself with nonsense brother. Drink more nectre, stroke your member, and sleep them away." A smaller man, but likely the oldest by a small amount advised as he sat across the fire from Jason.
"Talk of hoo-man aside, if the beast be true, perhaps another tribe exists a league from here. Another victory for us in the hunt." Jeremiah stood above Jason, his member dangling at eye level from his brother. Jason looked at his shaft, it was much larger than his, the biggest of the brothers, he never said it, but somehow it made Jason envious.
"It is our mandate." Another brother, Richard, sat next to the fire still stuffing his face with meats. He was the fattest of the men, but also the largest and strongest.
"Then we will travel that way on the morning Seek out the truth in the beasts words." A brother named Timothy, red hair grown all over his pale body stated as he lay down on the turf and rested his eyes.
"Indeed." Nods around the fire seemed to signal the brother's agreement. Each followed suit with Timothy, laying on the dirt, some stroking their members with grunts before falling off to slumber. Yet Jason was not among these, he attempted the touches, but his hand did not feel right, nor his shaft which lay limp. The thoughts of the beast's words distracted him, keeping his attention until finally, long after his brother's last grunts, did he fall asleep.
The next sunrise had long come and gone, the six brothers waking with the first light to seek out their next victory in the hunt. Should the beast be true they would find it much faster than their others, and perhaps feast yet another night to the spoils given by the gods. Jeremiah lifted his spear to the sky, acknowledging the silver veranda and seeking its blessings as they neared what they hoped would be the place of this tribe. Ever did it loom above them, their faceless gods watching closely as they sought out the glory of their hunting grounds.
The wilderness was thick where they proceeded, the arms of the trees and shrubs grabbing at cutting at their skin and cloth. The brothers were unphased, most bore scars far deeper than the flora around them could inflict, the promise of the hunt drove them forward without care as they neared where they thought the beast meant in his words.
Jason himself carried the conflict of both doubt and hope, the confliction of trusting such a creature's words. As they pressed on, every step was a challenge as he wondered if he was leading his brothers astray, or worse, into a trap. A glimmer of light reflected off of the base of the Veranda above them, ever floating against the blue sky, and soon the murmurs of distant chatter could be heard on the cusp of their ear's range. Jason was the first to press forward faster, gripping his spear tighter as he readied for the kill. His muscles tightened and heart quickened, brothers were just behind him doing much the same.
Soon they came to a clearing on the bank of the small river, the gentle sounds of water trickling down stream and the sight of two creatures in the water, close to one another and speaking words that faintly sounded familiar. Jason crouched near a tree to observe, his heart was racing more, the sight of these creatures far stranger than any he had seen up until this point. In the few short years they had partook in the hunt, there were many foul creatures the brothers faced in battle or hunted for the sport of the gods. All of them had their own likeness, separate from the brothers, monstrous in ways. Yet before his eyes these two creatures looked... similar.
It was the Deltian's own words manifested, the two figures splashing in the water so similar to Jason and his brothers. They had arms and legs, smooth skin, and spoke words that he could understand. Yet they were also... different. Aside from their long flowing hair that trailed down their backs they were hairless across their bodies. Their forms looked to be less muscular than that of the brothers, more slender and curved, wider hips that flowed into long legs. At their chest Jason found curious lumps of flesh, like bags that bounced and jiggled as they moved. Jason could not place the feeling, but something about those lumps interested him keenly.
"Miranda!" One said to the other as she scooped water in her palms and splashed it against the other's tanned body. She had red hair and paler skin than most, her body bare of any clothing as it glistened in the dampness of the river's water. Jason focused on her chest, smaller than the tanned one but something that interested him to grab in one hand. She danced around in the water gleefully as the sun and reflection of the Veranda played across the surface of her skin and stream.
"Mmmm the day is warm." The tanned one lifted her large sacks to wash under them, letting them go with a bounce as she spread her arms and took in the sight of the silver mezzanine of the gods. "The gods smile on us today.... they fill me with their grace." Her hands returned to her flesh at her chest, her eyes playfully watching the other creature.
"I will help unfill you then?" The paler creature neared the first, stooping down to bring her mouth to the flesh of her chest. The brothers all shifted, not a word between them as they watched this. One creature held her mouth to the other's for a long moment, both looked to be pleasured by the experience as their skin pressed against each other.
"Your milk is sweet today sister." The one lifted her head from the other with a smacking of her lips.
"Mmm... The turning of the stars has brought it much sweetness. The gods bless me." She ran her fingers between her paler companion's hairs. "I will taste yours later, surely the gods bless you too."
The pale one with fire hair grasped her own sacks.
"I am afraid I don't have as much to give."
Both creatures laughed in a way that further piqued the senses of the brothers. Their tones like the chiming of the gods, a sweetness to the ears. The brothers had hung on every word they could hear since they observed them, a perplexed and curious expression they shared with each other in the absence of any words to describe.
Jason's heart was filled with fire, like the creature with the fire hair he had become entranced with. He could not hold himself back any longer, some feeling of urgency had taken him. It was a blending of curiosity and passion, like the passion he got from the killing of the Deltians. Without a warning to his brothers he stood up, chiseled form beneath torn tunic emerging from the wilderness.
"Brother!?" Jeremiah called out to Jason as he threw away the element of surprise. Both creatures in the water noticed immediately the foe approaching, fear and wonder in their eyes much the same as the brothers. They began to splash towards the opposite side of the river bank, yelling out in their magical voices with an underlying sense of fear.
"Sisters! Sisters! The foe!" The tanned one called out. Jason followed regardless, his eyes on the rear of the fire headed creature, it was plumper than any of his brothers, but something about it called to him.
It was not a far step that he followed them through a patch of shrubs, the two he followed soon joining a number double that of his brothers in a clearing where wooden shelters hung against the trees.
Snarls, growls, shouts, and anger greeted him as he found their clearing. Creatures much the same as the original two huddled together, crouched in fighting stances holding spears less refined than his own. Jason saw how similar they were to him and his brothers, how different they each were in comparison.
There were tall creatures, short creatures, creatures with dark skin, and those with pale. Their hairs were as different as the colors of the sunsets, yet still the fire haired creature intrigued him the most. To Jason's keen interest their chest flesh was all different, some had little flesh at their chest, simply small pink nubs atop their breath movements. Others had large breasts that he could bury his face in, though he did not know why such an act would come to his mind. A few had thicker flesh, wide hips, and others were thin. Yet each seemed to be about the same age and intrigued him no less than the next. There was a rising feeling in his member underneath his tunic as he looked at them.
The fiery creature bore a spear now, he noted how weakly the head of it was fashioned to an untamed branch. She was snarling, hate in her eyes that he had seen before, but also as much curiosity as he shared.
"Brother! Brother!" The others yelled as they burst through the bushes chasing after Jason. Each of them eager for the hunt, their hearts racing and refined spears held in positions ready for battle. Yet as they entered the clearing, standing beside their brother, they looked on with much the same curiosity. Each brother observed the creatures before them, smaller, some unclothed and others in tunics like theirs, weapons cruder than they wielded, and many without muscle they bore. Yet there were more of them, so their guards did not loosen.
Above, the shadow of the veranda encroached upon the clearing, creeping over the figures of the brothers and the creatures poised to fight them. Its glimmering silver shell hummed as it moved to observe the next stage of the hunt, the brothers sensed it was soon time to claim victory.
This battle felt different to them, each of them a strange feeling at their core. There was a tenseness in the air not felt before by anyone, a queer feeling.
"Get back foes! Or we shall kill you!" A smaller creature shouted in a high pitch. Each of them looked frightened, gripping their spears too tightly. There was no discipline to their stances, the brothers far more adept in the ways of the hunt.
"To the gods! Victory!" Richard pointed his spear to the sky. It was only a matter of a few breaths before the clearing rang out in war cries and bursts of movement. The creatures made the first move, descending upon them like a tide. Yet the brothers were disciplined, making a U-shaped formation with their spears at the ready. It was little contest, the smaller, weaker, yet more numerous beasts were pushed back. Several disarmed in the assault, others being thrown on their backs and sent crawling to rejoin their tribe. Yet strangely each of the brothers had chosen not to kill.
It was not a conscious decision by the group, each looked at each other as they realized there was no blood spilt. The creatures had descended upon them in a sloppy formation, it would normally have cost them their lives.
"Do we not kill these creatures?" One brother asked, the six standing and relaxing their stance as they looked around the battlefield.
"Their spears are weak, their fighting weaker, yet we did not kill." Another added, almost as frustrated as he was confused why he chose not to fell these foes.
Jason looked towards the fiery creature, its red hair caught up in the wind, almost a sweet scent coming to his nose. They had fallen back, some nursing bruises, others huddling in fear. Yet this fiery one held her spear tightly and stood ready to fight.
"I am curious brothers..." Jason murmured, almost like it was a trance, his words from the depth of his mind. Striding forth, spear casually in his off-hand he approached the fiery creature, his brows furrowed as it prepared to bury its spear in his gut.
"Hheeeaaggghhh!" It cried as he neared, thrusting forward with the silver tip to dispatch the foe. Yet Jason, unphased stepped aside, catching the shaft of the spear and pulling the creature closer.
One... two... three harsh punches to the gut took the will out of it. The rest of the brothers and creatures watching this small skirmish with interest. Jason tossed the toy spear aside from them, grabbing behind the fiery-one's back and pulling at its red hair.
"Gaahhhh!" It screamed out, the helpless cries made Jason feel invigorated. It was at his mercy now, head pulled back, shoulders across his strong arm as he gazed down at its eyes, lips, skin, and sacks.
Jason's hand wasted no time finding them, feeling across its skin and nub, its pale flesh giving to his firm grip while small whimpers escaped the creature's mouth. It was then when he saw it, a brand along the creature's forearm just like his own.
"HUMAN-F-011"
"Human..." he growled, looking into the fearful yet fiery blue eyes of the creature he restrained. None in the clearing made to stop him, all too curious or afraid.
Jason grasped its breasts firmly, feeling for the muscle, yet there was little. The other whom he now knew to be human cried out in pain as he roughly handled it.
"I am human." Jason put a hand on his own chest, then pointing to his brand.
"HE IS HUMAN." He lifted the creature up with his arm as the creature was pressed against it with its shoulders. He showed his brothers the creature he handled as he gripped its hair tighter, to the human's dismay.
The brothers looked on curiously, then their eyes looked to the other creatures, or "humans" before them.
"She..." the firey one winched, a glistening of tears in its eyes yet a defiance was there as well to correct him.
"She... she..." Jason repeated in a low growl. He liked the sound of it, he liked this "she". His eyes returned to her sacks, his mind even more curious now as he remembered what he witnessed at the river. Once again he lifted her up with his strong arm, this time bringing her breast to his lips as if she were a cask of fluid. His lips found the nub, yet they were not entirely sure what to do. The female squirmed, a bit weak from his strikes to her abdomen, yet still resistant.
Jason's teeth gnashed her nub, to which she screamed, the other females winching and crying as they watched the scene. Jason however took a moment to figure out how to get this... milk, fussing around with his tongue, teeth, and lips. She began to cry out, the feeling of the foe at her chest a queer yet power sensatikn. There was more to it than when her sisters shared in her milk, something at her core was far different.
Soon for Jason, as he found the sucking motion produced more, his mouth was filled with a sweet fluid, his eyes opened wide with amazement of the taste, his lips sucking harder as her breast yielded its fruit and flesh to him.
He left her chest with a smack, some of the fluid running down his chin as he lowered his captive to the ground yet still held on to her hair.
"Nectar!!!!" He called to his brothers with glee. Tossing his spear aside he took his off hand and grabbed at her breast, bringing his head down once more to suck at the opposing sack.
"Nectar!" He repeated, his brothers even more curious, looking now to the other females and their sacks. Yet they still did not move, only murmuring to themselves as the females looked around and to their sister nervously.
The fiery one found more strength, taking her palm and striking at Jason's head that suckled on her. Jason popped off her breast, a frustrated expression on his face that the female immediately saw, her eyes telling she knew she made a mistake. His own palm raked her across the face, but this was much harder than she could stand to hit him. For a moment her eyes rolled back, head wobbled, a dizziness taking her. Jason felt a bit of guilt, yet the frustration of her hit made up for it.
Tossing her down on the ground much like his spear he took a satisfied breath. The female fell to her back before him, arms to her sides, legs open and mind dizzied in that moment. He smiled at the fire hair spread across the grass, his brothers looking around at her as he stood triumphant above her.
It was then that Jason felt something even stranger, it was then he saw his cock was at full length. Never before had he felt it so strong, so eager, his tunic could not contain its length any longer. The feeling of his cock intoxicated him, and the more he looked down at her the harder it grew. At this time Jason did all that he knew, taking his hand he wrapped it around his shaft and began to rub it, growling as he looked down at the fiery female and felt the pressure of his fingers around himself. It felt good, and the sight of her made it feel better.
Soon, yet another sliver of curiosity took him, his eyes finding a place between her legs. There was something there, something red. Jason looked to his brothers for guard as he lowered his, though the other females seemed too frightened to make a move. Bringing his face closer he put himself between her legs, observing the length of her smooth thighs and the folds that sat between them.
"It has no cock." He said perplexed, his brothers behind him watching with as much curiosity. Instead there were two folds of flesh, like lips between her legs, they were blushing red like his skin after too much sun. Atop them was the only hair she had beside her head, just as fiery as he first saw her. The female still in a daze tried to scoot away from him but he pulled her back by the legs. Once he had her still he took his hand, touching the folds and sensing their warmth. There was also a wetness, something intriguing to him.
"Nectar?" He whispered, bringing his head down to these lips.
"No!!!" The tanned female who was in the river with the fiery one called out and stepped forward with a spear. The brothers were quick to posture in response to this, and she knew it would be a mistake to intervene.
The fire headed female shook her head to the tanned one, her eyes begging her sister to stay back.
Jason knew they had his defense, so he lowered, taking his lips to her wetness and sucking like he did before. The female began to moan and whine as he did this, more so than when he was at her chest. Yet this nectar was not sweet, only bitter. Regardless he continued, and the creature made little effort to stop him as his lips moved and tongue lapped at her.
He explored her with his tongue, the muscle finding the nooks and crannies of her lips as he sucked and kissed at her. All the while she cried out, whining at the feeling he brought to her. Some of the females who were less afraid had moved a hand to their folds, feeling around them as they watched. Though the tanned female looked angry, an envy like Jason felt against Jeremiah for his long shaft... but greater.
Through Jason's exploring of her, the other brothers each began to get curious, eyeing their own females to explore and enjoy like Jason. They began to move closer, yet did not grab just yet, they still watched Jason for what he was discovering. It was not long as he explored her folds he noticed something curious about them, at their center was a deep hole, one his tongue could not find the bottom of.
"No!!!" The fiery one yelled, trying to crawl away once more. But he would not let her get far, pulling her back by the arm, and taking his palm to her breast, then to her folds, striking it with loud wet smacks.
"You will not resist! Or..." he held up his palm to her, the fiery ones eyes glistening as she nodded and relented her body. Jason nodded to her, taking his hand and using a finger to enter her wetness. She whined in between heavy breaths, like it was both horrible and wonderful singing in chorus. Many gasps, cries, and mutters from the crowd of females as they observed this arose.
Jeremiah walked behind a smaller female with blonde hair, his height significant to hers. His proximity saw her freeze, hands of the brother coming around her body as he felt at her smaller chest sacks and then down to her folds. She teared as he did this, yet it only encouraged him, a smile crossing his face as he found the same enjoyment his brother discovered for them. The golden haired one gasped as his hands explored her, his touch stronger than her sister's, some sort of strength behind it that frightened her to her core yet made her so willing to yield. Her head tilted back as she look at him above her, tears running down her cheeks yet mouth agape from the sensation much like her firey sister mounted on the ground.
Jason continued to explore his quarry with his finger, the wetness of her hole curious to him as he felt throughout. There was one such thing he could not quite understand, a barrier to her depths, something stopping him from going further into her.
A low growl came from his throat, her legs brushing against his rod that still stood erect and harder the more he played with her. There was almost a tingling feeling at his tip, something that twitched and begged for feeling. Looking down between his legs and hers he wondered, the depth of his fingers inside of her, compared to how far something else could be pushed...
"You will lay still..." he commanded her, pushing her onto her back. The others began to watch intently, wondering what Jason was about to do as the female was shoved against the grass. She once again squirmed, but not with half the heart she had at her first resistance, her own eyes had a hint of curiosity. Jason broke her last ounce of rebellion with a quick smack to her chest sack and a hand around her throat.
"Lay... still..." He repeated in a low tone, widening her legs with his other hand and moving his hips between them. She nodded, wetness at her eyes, hands laying dormant to her sides as he came between her legs.
Small moans echoed around the clearing as other brothers touched upon choice females while watching. Others were huddled together in fear watched what their destiny could soon be.
"Brother... what is it you do?" One man, holding his spear still and looking around tensely.
Jason, hand still at the female's throat and body between her legs, looked back at him.
"A feeling brother..." he measured his cock against her stomach, wondering how deep it would invade her if this were to fit.
"What of our mandate?" The brother who still held on to the hunt asked. "What of victory?" His eyes shifted, looking at the supposed "humans" huddled in defeat before them, crying or whimpering as his brothers touched them in strange ways. This is not like the other battles where they had slaughtered the creatures they met, there was no blood, except for in their cocks.
Jason turnt his neck side to side, cracking it as he touched the tip of his member against the fiery one's blushing folds. It felt right to him, it felt good. As her wetness covered his head he knew exactly what had to be done, and in her frightened gaze it was almost as if she knew what would happen to her next.
"This is a different victory brother..." Jason smiled. "This is glorious in another way... if the gods desire their blood, I will give it to them after I feel this..."
The female beneath him snarled, growling and gnashing her teeth as she fought to get herself from under him. Bucking her hips and pushing her legs she labored, yet he only gripped her neck tighter, and soon thrust into her much like he would a spear into a beast. At first it was just his bulbous tip, entering her folds, but then as she fought he took no gentleness in burying himself in her, full length. The barrier inside of her split as he did so, allowing his shaft to spread apart her hole and fill her. It was at this time she cried out the loudest in pain, her limbs weak and body shaking as he held himself inside of her.
This was right, it felt so right. It was warm, wet, and felt better than his hand could ever please. Holding her breast and throat he pulled back, her air releasing with labored intensity before he thrust back into her with deep conviction. Her eyes were wide, tears running from her face as she squirmed as much as she dared. Yet Jason never felt so strong, never felt so much power from thrusting his spear. He buried himself in her, over and over, pleasing his cock inside her tightness with intensity.
The other brothers were enthralled, watching his slick and glistening member disappear in the female beneath him. They listened to her moans, which had a different effect on their ears, their cocks stiffening with each smack of their hips together and wails from her mouth.
Jeremiah was holding the small breast of the female in front of him, his hard member pressing into her back as he watched Jason explore where the brothers had never been before. His hands gradually made it to her curvaceous hips despite her thinness, gripping her flesh and pulling her upwards.
"No... please..." She whispered as she was raised up by his strength, but Jeremiah threw her against his massive shoulder, her feet dangled in the air. He smelt her essence in her locks of golden hair, then brought one hand to her throat as the other found his cock.
"They look to enjoy this, let us enjoy as well." He pulled his long thick rod up, its length halfway across her stomach and wider than the lips between her legs.Over his shoulder she looked at him, her eyes exploring his hungry expression as he felt her body.
Licking at her neck, tasting her flesh, he pressed into her, wails of pain as he widened her and fell down onto his rod. He did little to ease her in, simply pushing her down and pulling her up while holding her by throat and hips. She shouted and gasped as he bore her, eyes filled with feeling as he ran through her smaller body. His thickness made her feel weak, his power and command saw her offer no objection. The feeling within her core was growing, a feeling she had before with her sisters, yet this time so different, and fast. Not long after Jeremiah lifted and raised her across his cock did she quake with the sensation of release, her wetness dripping off his balls and to the soil.
"Gods!" She exclaimed, her eyes looking to the silver veranda and then to the intense eyes of Jeremiah. Was he now her god? Forever to worship his cock with her insides?
Other females around them bemoaned the sight of their sisters at the end of such appendages. But it was not long before all six brothers found a female to bury their cock in, much like their brother Jason pioneered. None could argue it was far better than any means to stroke or rub themselves. Moans, cries, wails, gasping sounds emanating from the females as they were taken on the ground, against trees, and in the air. Their faces pushed together with a mans or in the soil itself.
Jason smiled down at his fiery red haired female, feeling something burning inside of him as he thrusted in and out of her. She cried less with each jab, moaning more as he sheathed himself inside of her warm flesh, he felt even a pulse in her body after once such powerful thrust, her eyes rolling back and expression loosening as she clenched his rod.
He knew that soon his essence would flow out, the sticky fluid he knew was produced when he stroked his rod. He had always wondered why his member leaked, why it was so sticky. Yet now he couldn't wait to expend it inside this female, his mind bent on filling her with it.
"Female... you take my strength!" He bellowed, finding that with one last thrust his essence poured forth. It was the most he had spent, he felt rope after rope leaving him as the female's jaw went slack and eyes widened. Yes... this could be... this could only be....
Above in the sky, the silver Veranda let forth a chime, much like the one heard the day later after their victory against the scaled beasts. Jason, his brothers, and the females looked up, eyes wide as the gods found pleasure in their victory.
"Mandate!" A strange voice said once more over every other sound in the wilderness, Jason's cock pumping fluid all the while into the female. A loud applause, just as if he had felled an enemy, echoed across the clouds, trees, and moistened bodies. Jason felt exhilarated, the female beneath him looked up in awe and submission.
"Mandate..." her whisper conflicted as Jason exited her. She felt her folds, his white fluid seeping from her. She took some on her fingers, bringing it close to her eyes as she examined it, then turning them to examine the powerful man above her. There was fear and reverence in her gaze, almost as if he was a god himself. But there was also resentment under her blue eyes.
Jason stepped away, leaving her oozing on the ground, her gaze to the silver veranda of the gods. It would not be long before another brother crawled between her legs, coating her firey red hair above her mound with more wetness as she moaned and cried. Around them brothers had spent themselves inside the females, Jeremiah left the short one he handled like a doll on the ground tearing and quaking, leaking of his fluids. He wasted no time going to the next he could lift onto his cock and expand himself once more.
Platters of food and nectar appeared much like they had after other victories, only this time enough for the six brothers and the twelve sisters. The brothers however paid little attention, more interested in the wetness between the female's legs.
Jason founded the tan woman, her large breasts even more enticing than his pale muse. She growled and snarled at him as she looked upon her fiery haired friend being mounted for a third time by a brother, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Stay away from me! I will kill you!" Her eyes were far fiercer and dark, her hair just as black as her pupils.
"Come female, let me partake of your precious nectar." Jason smiled, grabbing her wrist before she could strike him and helping himself to her sack. He pressed it, kneaded it, sucked at it as her back found a tree. She mistakenly let out a moan, growing angry he elicited such a response from her. The moan turned to a growl as she cursed him while trying to push him off, but every strike was worth the taste of her nectar.
Leaving her nub Jason smiled, allowing her to slap him without care in his firm jaw.
"She was right... your nectar is sweet." He shoved her to the ground. With a few strikes to her body, and a thrust of his cock she submitted to his power. She allowed him to hold on to her sacks as he split her, thrusting over and over as he soon shared with her his fluids.
Around the clearing, much the same story was being had, females lay running with the brother's fluids, sometimes with more than one brother's fluids. They soon learned to not resist, taking it in turn to find the brothers gentle should they participate equally. There were those who were still rebellious, those were the ones who were given the most attention. The sport of that hunt often found several of the brothers sharing a rebellious female roughly.
They feasted at the end of the day together, though the thrusting never really stopped. The cycle repeated often, feasting and then thrusting, thrusting and then feasting. Some of the females found if their folds were tired they could expend a brother with their mouths. Others used different holes of their bodies to fulfil their mandate.
After a fortnight the two tribes had become one, and the cycle would blend with their daily lives, all the while the "gods" watched from their silver veranda approvingly.
