Fantasy Seed of the Void

The guards had been toying with her as the mage and Isaen had conversed, their focus solely on the jiggle of the woman's tits or her bashful yelps and moans. The teary-eyed woman stood there, clenching her eyelids shut, her long eyelashes moistened as the torment continued. Her tits were red with handprints, yet she stood still and took the torment, despite her facial expressions souring.

As a moment of silence set in, Isaen seemed concerned for the woman before him. The deal was tempting for him, but the small part of his conscience still intact after years of neglect wondered what they gained.

"What of her?" He nodded to Sherry as her plump pink nipple was once again pinched between two of a drooling guard's dirty fingers.

"Oh, don't you be concerned with the circumstances of Ms. Sherry. All you need to know is she is a very fertile girl." The mage moved over, pushing away the guards who'd been ceaselessly molesting her. The woman received no respite, however. The mage reached between Sherry's legs, his index finger pushing past her white panties and into her sex. He murmured a few words, and a magic symbol glowed on his hand with a fantastic green light. A satisfied look crossed Circeo's face as he rubbed Sherry's chin affectionately. The girl looked down despondently, knowing what was next.

"I just confirmed that she is ready... biologically speaking." He wiggled the finger that glistened with her fluids. Bringing it to Sherry's mouth he plunged it into her lips as if to clean it. The girl resisted halfheartedly, shaking her head as though to loosen it from the old man's grip.

"If you're feeling a pang of conscience, just know that, should you finally be successful in impregnating her, she can move on from being bred constantly. You wouldn't believe me, but she signed up for this. The proposition of birthing a mage is very enticing. Although it's been a long road for her, It's hard to find a man capable... I've instructed many to try with her, and I've even tried myself." He tickled her cheek, to her dismay, before walking away.

"Enticing?" Isaen shifted in his seat.

"Mages are powerful and rich. Many pass that power and wealth to their family, creating great houses. What woman would not want that prize?"

"So I'm to seek out ones who wish to birth mages?" Isaen was curious now exactly what his mandate would be.

"In a way. Though I will say not every girl in the vast reaches of humanity knows right away they want that. Nor do we have time for you to seek out the eager ones, or cajole the hesitant You may just have to... make them see the light." The old man's eyes flickered from under his hood.

Isaen understood a bit more now.

"To put it plainly, you, Isaen, are to sow your seeds indiscriminately. I hope that does not run afoul of your sensibilities."

"Will I be paid well?" Dusksire's motivation was fairly clear. It had been years since any noble sensibility of right or wrong had guided him.

"You'll be given everything you need to accomplish your mandate. Not including your future stature as sire to these magical offspring..."

Isaen nodded. He never fully trusted anyone, but it had been quite a spell since he had a good gig. As unbelievable as this one was, he thought it might be worth the time to see how far he could take it.

"Good..." the old man smiled and nodded to the guards.

The guards laughed, taking Sherry by the arms, leading her to the table, and pushing her to sit on it. One not-so-gently pushed her back onto the table, her legs facing them, and her face looking directly up at Isaen. Her expression flushed.

"Let's get you ready, sweet drop." One guard leaned over her, spreading her legs open as his missing-tooth grin salivated onto her abdomen. One of his hands gripped her panties, pulling them back with a long jerking motion that made her wince and the underwear stretch. He repeated it over and over until she was nearly pulled off the table. A loud rip echoed across the chamber as the fabric was ripped away from her sex.

"Looks like someone is ready today... heh." The other guard was peering over his shoulder at the sight of Sherry's glistening cunt. Some hair decorated it around her lips and crotch. It looked like it had been crudely shaven.

"I shaved her muhself last night," one drooled as his face hovered over her womanhood.

"Let's warm her up a bit eh?" The other jammed his two fingers into her without warning. Sherry cried out in pain, her face contorting just below Isaen as the man, heavy of breath, thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

"Marlas...." the mage stiffly said with an accompanying glare.

"Eh... she is good then." The guard withdrew his hand. Grabbing her legs, he twirled her around to face the prize towards Isaen.

"Now Mr. Dusksire.... the choice is yours. We require someone with the ability to propagate... is that you?" A moist and firm slapping sound emanated from his hand striking her wet slit as he encouraged his new magical bull.

Isaen nodded his head, looking down at the woman, whose gaze had gone from embarrassed to fearful. He stood up from the chair. Her legs were spread wide like an eager meal before him. His hands gripped her thighs and he pulled her across the table, closer to him, until her wet cunt was just on the edge and salivating over the wood.

"It's on you now to show me..." Circeo dismissed the guards, who retreated reluctantly, looking over their shoulders to catch a few final glimpses of the whore before she was properly filled. The door creaked open, but as they passed through it did not close entirely. The eager voyeurs peeping in on the show.

Isaen rubbed the length of her thighs and hips a moment, softly patting her sides as he stood between her legs. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll see this done for you." He pretended for a moment that he believed this tale of fathering mages. Sherry herself swallowed nervously, a sheepish nod acknowledging her fate.

Reaching to his dirty trousers, he pulled them off his legs for the first time since he had been thrown in the pit. He felt slightly bad, given he was sort of an uncouth mess, reeking of foulness below. But she was not much better, her body disheveled and hair knotted from her mistreatment. Perhaps giving her the length of it would be a mercy.

As he pulled off his undergarments, his long cock bounced upwards. Despite his suspicions surrounding the situation, the nude Sherry had gotten a rise from him when she came into the chamber. No doubt the thought of skewering such a woman hardened it further.

His thick gauge now sat on her abdomen as he pressed her snatch against his balls. His eyes measured just how far he would push into her.

"My my Sherry, looks like Isaen has a treat for you. Should be nice after what little Marlas has been giving you of late." The old man's eyes shot back to the slightly ajar door. Isaen heard a few snickers from the other guards peering in.

The mage flicked his hand in the air and the door slammed shut under an invisible magical force. The groans of disappointment beyond it were barely audible.

Sherry, meanwhile, was preoccupied with the sight of Isaen's rod. Her eyes were wide as she looked down the length of her naked body at it. She could do little else but wait for what might happen next as a dribble of his precum found her navel.

"Alright, darlin... take a breath." Isaen thought of himself as a gentle man. Despite the circumstances, he was being courteous enough to make himself feel better. His thumb brushed against her stubbly labia for a moment, inspecting her sex inside and out as he pushed her lips around. He thought to himself that she couldn't be more than her late twenties, but that she certainly had seen a fair amount of action. Nothing too large had ruined her it seemed, and he didn't imagine the old codger had much in the sack to open her up.

Aside from her exhausted and disheveled appearance, she seemed clean. He didn't imagine he would get the pox from her. His thumb soon went from one pair of lips to the other as he stuck it in her mouth while grasping her head. He pulled her upright enough that he could plant a small peck on her forehead, just as he lined up his plump tip with her cunt.

"You're a beautiful girl..."

His lips took hers in a sloppy kiss. Sherry resisted little, as her focus remained on the ram at her gates. Isaen's teeth nibbled at her bottom lip some as he looked her in the eyes, a satisfied grin on his face as he firmly held the back of her head and began to push inside of her.

"Gahhhhhohhhhhhh!" Her mouth fell open while her hips writhed underneath him. He fed his length into her, filling her wide cunt more and more. He imparted a sense of wholeness that she had never before experienced.

"That's a good girl..." Isaen was beginning to loosen up, comfortable he was indeed in command of this little game as he felt her stubble against his balls. Buried completely inside of her he let a small grin cross his face.

Circeo, for his part, leaned against the far wall and watched with a sickening grin. He heard every moan and whimper Sherry made as Isaen fucked her. He licked his lips at the moist, smacking sounds made by a series of short thrusts.

"You look surprised for a well-used whore. I guess not many men around here were built for you."

Isaen let go of Sherry's head suddenly, letting her fall to the table with a thud. Her head smacked the wood harshly, sending her into a daze. Isaen began hurriedly thrusting in and out of her snatch. She yelped and moaned loudly with each passing of his cock, her whole body shaking as he opened her passage to him. He was using her cunt to stroke himself, and her noises were hardly protests. Her legs were opened wide in the air. She'd accepted her fate, and his cock.

Isaen pressed down on her face, pushing her cheek into the tabletop as he fucked her. He brought up a hand to her mouth, stifling her moans. She struggled to keep her legs both open and raised.

"You're loud, shhh shhh shhhh." He pulled at her mouth some, and eased his thrusts now that he had her good and slick. Isaen would pull back slowly, feeling her passage morph around him and her prickly lips tickle his length, before deliberately and roughly bashing himself against her womb again. He enjoyed this one. It had been some time since he had his way with such an attractive whore. Normally he would have had to pay top coin for this type of woman. But today it was free, and much needed after his time in the pit. With stiff thrusts Isaen channeled all his angst, anger, and frustration into her slit.

As he exited her, he admired the tip of his cock polished with her fluids, he thought about the arrangement the mage was making with him. For a brief second, he made eye contact with the old man; it wasn't a sight that would make, or help to keep, him hard. But he still cautiously wondered if his story was true - and whether he actually had a choice. Certainly, they could just throw him back into the pit again and let him rot down there. He consoled himself that at least, for the moment, he had something to wet his cock with.

As Sherry continued to moan and writhe under his manhood, Isaen tried to keep the worries of the situation at bay and simply enjoy the moment. Her large breasts were an ample distraction. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling it back as as he gripped the sweet nub between his teeth.

"Ahhh!" She would cry out when his teeth gnashed the nub. He found it to be rather cute, and he wondered if others played with her like this. Just to hear her yelp like that, he would bite it a few times more until her eyes glistened with tears. Isaen certainly was not a cruel man, but he knew what she wanted (or at least what she should want,) and he was also going to take a bit for himself.

He knew she was getting a rise from it all, her femanine nature functioning wonderfully as her passage warmed and began to squeeze him.

"Real soon sweetie you'll get all you need." He moved his arms to hold hers down. Her head shifted back up, eyes wide as she looked at him while moaning his praises. Her legs wrapped around his body, as if to prevent him from spilling a drop.

Isaen leaned into her ear, tongue lapping at her neck before he laughed and whispered into it.

"I see you don't want me to leave you without your prize, little whore." He bit her ear lobe as his strokes became more deft and purposeful.

"Please..." she responded, eyes pleading with him. "Please give it all to me, I can't do this anymore... I want to be done." Tears began to run down her face as her lip quivered.

Isaen felt a pang of guilt as he listened to her beg. She wanted what he had to give, or at least what the mage thought he had to give. But when she pledged herself to this, did she think she would have to go through all this to get what was promised?

The mage saw the interaction, narrowing his eyes as he wondered if Isaen would follow through.

Cupping her cheek, Isaen gave her a warmer smile, his expression changing from a hungry pervert's to that of a more fatherly and endearing man. It had been years since he'd shared a moment like this with a woman. No matter how many times he spent himself in a whore, he never thought of whether he had given her something other than coin. But now, as he looked down at Sherry, he knew that what he was giving her meant a bit more, and might even bring forth something meaningful.

Trying not to think back to simpler times - times when he cared about more than what was in his purse or on his cock - he nodded to Sherry and gave her a softer thrust.

"I'll give you everything I can, sweetie." He held her face more softly and gently now as his thrusts became more endearing. He made sure that he rubbed his length all along her, feeling her warmth and acceptance as she began to moan more calmly. Her eyes even had a hopeful twinkle.

Slick smacks of their bodies together in the coming moments were all that echoed along the walls. Isaen grunted as he felt his seed build up. Sherry even began to wiggle her hips some, knowing he was close.

"Here you are darlin-" he grunted as he planted himself in her, cock throbbing as ropes of cum splashed against her womb. Each pulse made her gasp, feeling so filled by his cock and fulfilled by his seed.

"Thank... thank you." She whispered, eyes closing as she moved her hips to milk him for it all. It would be several long moments before she unwrapped her legs from his lower half, finally letting him exit her with a steady stream of cum following.

Her hand lept to hold it in, pressing against her cunt as she lifted her hips upward to stop it from flowing out.

"Good... good." The mage clapped his hands loudly as he approached. Isaen grimaced as the old man neared, not entirely thrilled to remember he had been watching them this whole time.

"Now let's see if it took." The old man held one of her breasts with a sick grin, looking at the seed dribbling from her.

With his other hand, he drew an X over her womb, a glowing trail of magical light following the inscription. It radiated a white color for a moment until finally, the lines showed a bright green.

Aside from the fanatically passionate expression of the mage, Sherry seemed the happiest to bask in the green light, her head falling back onto the table as she smiled, tears of joy flowing down her cheeks.

Isaen didn't think she was capable of smiling. He concluded the green X must be good news.

"Well congratulations, Dusksire... you will be a father... and of a very special child." The mage clicked his tongue, his eyes wide with sinister joy as he saw all his plans falling into place.

Isaen did not know what to feel at this point. Part of him wondered if everyone was in on some sort of sick joke and he was about to be spirited back to his cell. But his pondering came to an end as a hand grasped his, pulling it towards the glow to rest on Sherry's stomach. She held it there as the warmth of her body radiated up his hand, and the sight of her smile thawed his heart just a little.

"Thank you..." The girl who had been tormented for so long, even as he originally ravaged her, seemed so happy now. It seemed more believable to Isaen this girl did pledge herself to whatever twisted experiment this was.

"No problem..." He caressed her abdomen, looking over at the mage as he held his palm there, feeling slightly responsible for a girl whom he'd disparaged as a whore not too long ago.

"What happens to Sherry now?" His tone was stern and protective.

"Oh... you have feelings now?" The old man snickered. "I guess it's been a long time for you to feel something like this." His eyes glared at him knowingly.

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know enough." Circeo smiled, gathering a few clothes from a chest against the wall.

Sherry ran her fingers up and down Isaen's arm, a comforting touch that he was none too used to.

"It's ok... I'll be fine." She tried to reassure him. She wore a nervous smile on her face, as though she was not sure herself. Isaen looked down on her, his eyes telling of past terrors in his life, and mistakes he did not want to relive.

"I have to make sure of it." He held her cheek now.

"Indeed, she will be fine." The mage tossed a modest dress and garments on the table next to Sherry. The girl sat up on the table, leaving a trail of cum. Her hands gripped the fine fabrics eagerly.

"I recommend you learn to not care so much about your quarries. Not all of them, after all, are going to like what you do to them..."

Isaen knew he was right, but this moment had him in its grasp.

"But don't worry about her, she will be going to a much nicer place. After all, we can't let these children be born to the void without care, or their mothers." He winked at him as Sherry pulled undergarments on. Isaen noticed her arms trembling, as if these were the first proper clothes she had worn in a long time. He could not tell if it was from excitement or fear.

The far door opened with an eerie whine, yet this time it was no guard. Rather, a robed figure wearing a mask entered and stood, awaiting orders. By the shape of the robes, Isaen could tell this was also a female. Only her eyes were visible above a mask with an intent gaze fixated in his direction.

"Good, you are just in time, daughter. Help Sherry dress and ensure she makes it to her transport. The sanctuary has long been ready for its first resident." His eyes looked on the form of the woman he had molested and fucked one last time. She averted her gaze from his as she eagerly donned her clothes, now with help from the woman who silently carried out Circeo's will.

For a short moment Isaen wondered who this was, and what relation they had with Circeo for him to refer to her as "daughter". Though he would not put it past the mage to have weird pet names for his servants.

Isean watched the tantalizing bare skin of Sherry disappear under layers of fabric. Then the mysterious "daughter" of the mage ushered Sherry away, a small parting glance to Isaen was Sherry's only goodbye before she passed through the far door. For her part, the mysterious daughter/servent glared at him, bright eyes narrowing before she followed behind Sherry.

"So that's it?" Isaen stood, on his guard, half expecting the brutes the mage had working for him to burst back through the door and throw him back in his cell.

"It?" The mage had a bemused smile, sifting through an old wooden trunk.

"Didn't I explain this to you? There is much more to all of this." Soon, he produced a pair of leathers, a belted tunic, and various other articles of male clothing. The old man set them on the table across from Isaen, avoiding any puddles of cum that remained.

"If you stick to this, you won't need anything else. But we need to know if you plan to go through with it. It won't be easy, and will require a certain level of discretion..."

This drove the point home. There were few places he would get away with breeding women forcefully without consequences - that was, unless he remained subtle about it. But there was little subtlety in the deed. Perhaps, he thought, it just was going to take some practice. Perhaps he'd even find his fair share of willing participants.

"Right... I can do that." His voice was unsure. He'd never liked to draw attention to himself, but that wasn't the same as being truly stealthy.

"Hmmm." The old man walked closer, extending his calloused hand. "Then we have a deal?"

Isaen's last second of hesitation burned away as he stared at the mage's hand. The proposition still felt far-fetched, but it was this or the cell.

"Deal..." Circeo grasped Isaen's hand tightly. He noticed that the old man possessed within him an odd strength.

Suddenly, a burst of water fell over Isaen, soaking him and his soiled prison clothes.

"Waaaa?" The cold water stunned Isaen as he dripped all over the floor. The mage's hand glowed after casting the water magic spell.

"You stink. Wash up." The wizard crossed the room to tend to a journal, leaving Isaen soaking in the cold cavern.

"Subtle..." Isaen mumbled under his breath. Taking a towel laid out for him on the table, he dried himself before removing his old clothes.

"There is a knife there as well, for your protection of course. You are valuable after all." The mage paid little attention to Isaen now, scribbling away with his quill. He considered running towards the mage's back and plunging that knife right into it. Despite that instinctive urge, he refrained. He decided it wouldn't do him much good. He was still in a deep, dark hole with little else to his name but some new clothes and that knife.

"Why don't you use it to shave first and try to look presentable, not like you just came from the dungeon?" Under the hood, he could see the mage staring back at him with gleaming eyes.

It was not bad advice, Isaen decided. Using a small, polished piece of metal hanging on the stone wall, he did just that. The faint light caused him to nick himself several times.

As he passed the knife across his cheek the last time, the mage suddenly appeared behind him; Isaen jolted, and nearly sliced his bottom lip off. The old man just stared.

"Gods... stop that." He clenched the hilt of the knife. The mage seemed to care little about the blade. He simply handed Isaen a leather purse. Isaen could tell by the jingle of it there were more than a few coins inside, as well as a piece of paper with various disillusioned scribbles dashed across it.

"You will need these." He shoved them into Isaen's hand, his dry skin tapping him, sending shivers up his arm. "At least for now... they will get you far enough in this tower to receive your instructions."

Isaen looked over the paper with skepticism.

"You are a learned man?" The mage squinted his eyes.

"Enough to make out this gibberish. You can't just give me the instructions?" Isaen tucked the purse underneath his blue tunic and inspected the paper further. He was able to read, but the Mage's calligraphy was awful.

Circeo huffed, a coy smile on his face. "No... you won't be getting instructions from me. We serve the same master now..."

The old crow's tone didn't comfort Isaen any. He was getting into something deeper and more dangerous than he could conceive. But at least, he thought to himself, he was getting paid to fuck women while doing so...

"And who is that? Our master?"

"Best not ask too many questions. Good soldiers follow orders." Circeo's stunning eyes were clearer to Isaen now, even as they winked at him.

"Head to the Board and Bard. It is on the port level of the tower." The wizard motioned Isaen to follow him across the room to the door that Sherry had passed through not too long ago.

"There, claim the reservation of 'Greenbriar.'"

"Greenbriar..." Isaen committed it to memory as the door creaked open at the command of the mage.

"I would tell you good luck... but you already have all the luck in the world with the gift I've given you, fuahaha." The old wrinkled mage let out a crazed laugh. The door led to a set of stairs winding upwards. Isaen was not entirely sure what lay ahead, but it was away from this insane mage. Thus, he wasted no time ascending the first step, only a a brief paranoid look back to see for the last time if someone was going to stop him from escaping.

"Goodbye... Dusksire... fuahahaha!" The cackles didn't stop for dozens of steps, their echoes would haunt Isaen for a considerable time as he ascended.