Incest/Taboo Village Maidens' Favor

Looking towards the rest of the room, Lyra's eyes were big, but so was her smile as she gripped the wool bed sheets with her nails and took the full force of it.

The mood was rising again, despite most parties having gone through their first round, the carnal moaning of the second rumble made them all feel a bit eager again. All except for Dobbs and Fiora, who hadn't really stopped since they began.

The other more monogamous couple seemed to be warming up to the idea of a second round, as well; though, Sarge seemed to be the instigator of this round. His petite maiden, nestled in his large hairy chest, squealed as he teased her bare pussy with a finger. Rubbing it up and down and side to side, as he played with her fluffy labia between his fingers. She watched the others' actions before meekly looking up at her older and larger companion, disbelief on her face that he wanted to go again, and some worry on her brow if she could take it.

But with a little coaxing, playing her slit like the strumming of a lute, she was willing to spread her legs for Sarge. Lying on her back as his large frame enveloped her, she "eeked" as he slipped inside of her again. Her two skinny legs were the only part of her visible once he mounted her and began to claim new territory within the girl. Her cutesy squeals were the sounding bell for round two.

Watching the others, the eldest of the girls had a sadistic grin on her face, a lewd idea donning on her. Standing up, still dripping fluids down her legs, she beckoned her sister to follow, smiling at the boys they had just gotten to know as she grabbed her sister's hand and walked briskly to the center table of the barracks. Next to where Heller and Emberlyn fucked in the sitting position, Elowen lay down, scooting herself until her plump ass spilled over the edge of the table and wet womanhood lay accessible. She patted the table next to her, beckoning her sister to lie opposite once again, head-to-head they faced, each with their pussies laid out like a nice meal.

Heller watched as she wagged her finger, beckoning Spicer and Greggor over, and then looked at him.

"Put that silver-haired whore right here next to me," she giggled, laughing at Emberlyn's face as she resented being called that.

Heller got the idea, though, picking up the girl still on his cock, her legs wrapped around him, and laying her down on the table so she was again opposite of Elowen. Each girl had their head at the center of the table, so close together that their hair intertwined, as their respective man came between their legs. Greggor had made to spread Elowen's knees in preparation for entry, but he was denied by the older girl who wagged her finger.

"Nuh-uh, I need you to go show my sister that same love and care you showed me." She smiled, looking over to Selene, who gulped; the idea of having two men in one night was clearly out of their cultural norm. That was something that was not all too different between their worlds.

Greggor looked to protest at first, but took one look at the younger sister and fell in love all over again. He wasted no time parking himself in front of her.

Selene looked up nervously at Greggor as he came near, but like a good girl, spread her legs widely in the air and let him inspect her cunt, still oozing with what Spicer had left her.

"You, too, have a very nicely put-together vulva... must run in the family." Greggor wiped her clean before rubbing his thumb along the length of her slit and admiring her prickly hair.

"Fiora, Soraya, come join the party," Elowen called out to her friends, as she felt Emberlyn's hot breaths on her ear as Heller began to purposefully press into her.

Fiora ignored the request, staying put underneath her man as he came at her from the side. Soraya, herself, was holding on to the headboard of her bed at this point, the small girl getting let into, looking zested by Sarge's cock and strong movements.

"I... I... ahhh... we..." Soraya tried to get it out, but was stopped by the feeling of him opening her each time.

"We are fine," Sarge grunted in a commanding way, a tone he reserved for his troops. A tone that made Soraya cum immediately, the forcefulness of his voice reverberated through her insides.

"Okay then... Well... Mr. Spicer, show me just what you did to my little sister." The dark-haired woman gleaned the eagerness from her new companion, as she rubbed her own breast as encouragement.

The occupants of the table were soon startled as the red-headed Lyra was plopped forcefully down on it. The wooden table legs rocked, as she was fucked viciously by Tag, who seemed to have little remorse or intent to grow tired. Neither did his partner have words outside the occasional gasps for breath.

"You better get your rocks off with me when you have a chance... I want that next." Elowen lay down and spread her legs as she made eye contact with Tag. Tag made a point to give Lyra a few very purposeful thrusts as if to communicate to Elowen what he could bring to the table. As a new cock entered her, she had a hard time not imagining what that was going to be like with Tag, while also living in the moment of her second partner that evening.

At the center, the exchange of women went on, men spending their loads, while women moaned and shivered through bouts of pure ecstasy. While couples like Dobbs and Fiora, Sarge and Soraya stayed to their own, those more liberated and keener to spread themselves far and wide participated in a sticky round robin of coos and lustful droning. Heller, Greggor, Spicer, and Tag went from woman to woman. The women ensured each had seen the mark of them, as they paid little attention to which cock it was fucking them after a time.

"Hey... you." With a raspy breath, Selene wagged a finger at Strauss, who until then, sat along the edges alone stroking his cock. "Come here."

The squeak of her voice and of the table beneath her caught his attention. "Oh... no ma'am. I am, uh... wed." He shook his head, though his cock throbbed in the young woman's direction.

"Shhh, just come here a second," she beckoned, as Heller slid between her legs, slowly getting himself back up to speed after having spent a load in both Emberlyn and Elowen.

Strauss hesitated, though deep inside, he felt left out of the circle of sexual sin with the beautiful young maidens of the village. He dared to step forward, Selene's head hanging over the edge of the table, she was rocking gently back and forth as Heller struggled to get himself back up after dropping multiple ropes, in multiple beautiful women. The rest of the men looked the same; even Sarge was growing tired of moving his fuck-doll, Soraya, up and down his cock as she limply allowed him to toy with her.

Strauss tucked his cock away politely, but Selene pursed her lips, as his man-meat hid away.

"You look lonely over there..." She reached out, grabbing the hem of his fly.

Strauss backed away to her dismay, clearing his throat and blushing. "Uh, yeah... like I said, I'm wed."

"That is honorable, good sir. But I don't mean to test your convictions. Simply... I can..." Despite having multiple men run a train on her, Selene blushed at her next words, "Relieve you... with my mouth."

"You test me."

"Sir?"

"To do such a thing."

"Hey." Heller slapped Selene's hip as he dug himself in. She then sang a good song as he fucked her, her skin coated in sweat and cum. "Back home, using your mouth is just as bad as using your... well..."

A sharp thrust proved his point, to which Selene seemed to understand. "Oh... I see. Here it is... it's not really a big thing."

"Damn... I was born in the wrong world." Heller dejectedly stroked Selene's bush-covered mound, coated in juices.

"You're here now, though..." Emberlyn, whose head lay towards Heller's entry to Selene, smiled upwards amidst her own fucking by Greggor.

Strauss stood conflicted; Selene's big eyes looking up at him and the bulge in his fatigues, just mere inches from bliss it was hard to hold back.

"Fine... if it means nothing."

"No babies can come of it." Elowen, who was amid a fast, rabbit-like fucking from Tag that she had dreamed of, interjected, taking each stroke like a pro with little struggle other than holding back her climax for the right moment.

"True!" Selene laid her head backward, dark hair flowing over the edge of the table and her mouth opened and tongue stuck out. He had only to slip himself out of his pants and slide it into her throat, the girl was all too eager to do so.

"Come on, Strauss, let's finish this one off," Heller encouraged him, as he took her from the other end.

A final look around from the reluctant Strauss sold him on the idea. In one corner, the typically reclusive and nerdy Dobbs was passionately whispering into his new love's ears, as he kneaded her breasts from behind. Both were spent in many ways and were merely enjoying each other's company.

Behind him, in a creaking bed, Sarge left one more load in his want-to-be wife, her wide hips earning their own stripes. Soraya's slack jaw and drool told of a girl beyond her limit, and sexually spent. Her thin arms struggled to hold on to her large hairy man as he stayed in her as long as he could, feeling how much seed he had left her with. It was no doubt to take in her fertile loins, and subsequently steal her heart.

Around the table, Tag, Greggor, Heller, and Spicer had traded, swapped, and sexed each of the girls. Elowen, Selene, Lyra, and Emberlyn were cum filled and coated, with little question and no objection when the next man parked between her legs and began to stroke. Outside the worst case of the earlier orc invasion of their village, there was no such night any of the young maidens could have imagined or dreamt of.

All of this preceding Strauss's cock slipping into the bright-eyed Selene. With her head backward and eye to balls, she felt his rod slip to the back of her mouth, where her tongue danced across its surface. Being spit-roasted, she was knocked back and forth by either possessive man, eager to ensure she knew her place in the natural order of their shared human realm of existence.

As the final strokes of the night were made, the last singsong cries of ecstasy erupted from each girl, who released the pulsing of their womanhood one after another, and allowed the men to spend the last drops of their drooping sacks inside of them. If the ultimate goal of the girls was to carry the strong children of these fine warriors, then there was no other way that they could have been sure than the debauchery of that night. But aside from nature's duty, it was pleasurable for all.

"Oh... sweetie, I'm--" Strauss flinched as he felt his cock jerk. He had lost his senses before noticing he was about to drop his ropes down the poor girl's throat. He would have preferred to warn her, but instead, a few let loose, triggering her to cough. The rest would be spent on her face, coating her eyes and nose, as Strauss let off a roar.

His was the last drop. The eleven bodies inside the barracks room now caught their breath and felt their sweat and juices around them. None could believe how far it had gone. Some were speechless. But it was not until Selene-- face coated in Strauss' present, so much so that she could not open her eyes-- began to laugh, that they all knew this felt right... no matter what their conscience or normal sensibilities would say.

"What now?" Soraya nuzzled her man's cheek.

Sarge knew most of all they could not throw off the yoke of their obligation so easily as to settle down with these girls as wives. In fact, should they put their guns down that night, consequences would arrive in the form of other soldiers, who would not be so keen on what they had done here.

"It's something for the morning." Sarge kissed the top of her blonde head.

The rest of the men looked solemn, the lovely ladies lying before them, a prize they simply did not want to forgo.

"Don't you girls need to be getting home?" Heller gave Lyra and Emberlyn their dresses, as the men helped the ladies put themselves back together. Greggor even broke out a pack of wet wipes he had been carrying to take field showers. A novelty they oohed and aahed at, as they wiped the fluids from their bodies.

"No one is really expecting us..." Lyra sat up, using a wipe to clean out her ear.

"Your parents?"

The girls collectively looked at one another, their faces looking rather guilty. Elowen, the eldest, the leader, wrapped her arms around Spicer's neck, still as nude as she was when he fucked her, spoke up.

"It's... dangerous in this part of the country..." She tried to cozy up to him, smiling her best smile. "When our guards fled, that was all we had as far as safety. The mayor came to the community with the problem... and we had to find a way to get you all to stay. We... us six... we volunteered, we volunteered to convince you to stay and be our guardians our way..."

"You... tricked us?" Spicer pushed her back, looking wounded.

Selene, whom he had known carnally first, spun around and grabbed his arm.

"No! Didn't you hear her... we... we wanted to do this! Everything we said earlier... about our lives here, about our choices... are true. Men like you are a far-off dream for girls like us."

Heller looked at all these beautiful girls and found that ironic.

"Is it true... Soraya?" Sarge held his woman's chin upwards.

"It's true... I saw you after the battle, all strong, loud and commanding... and I wanted to carry your babies." Her cheeky smile, almost like an off-color joke, though her eyes were serious. Sarge couldn't help but blush at how forward she was with saying that.

"Soraya, though she was a bit forward at first... spoke for all of us... we want you all... we want your babies... we want to be your women. No matter how we have to do it. If you stay here, you'll have a place in our village, a life with us. You won't have to go home to meager pay, a small home, women who are ungrateful, or war. You'll have land, a community, and one of us..." Elowen looked at each of the men, as she implored them. The men, themselves, looked at each other in turn.

Heller watched as Lyra and Emberlyn's eyes came to him again, their cheeks blushing before they found each other's subject of their gaze. Perhaps he was not out of the woods with those two yet.

"I think I speak for all of them in saying, they very much want what you have to offer. But for us to abandon our mission, our superiors would not allow it."

The squad collectively nodded. Even Sarge, who for the first time since they had known him looked happy, holding a woman in his arms that cherished him like he deserved.

"Surely there has to be a way... we can get the local lord to give you accommodations! to make you knights! anything!"

"No... it wouldn't work. Besides, Strauss has a family to get back to."

An aura of sadness darkened the room, as the night was in its darkest hour.

"He does... but do we have to go back with him?" Dobbs sat up on the bed, Fiora sitting next to him kissing his neck.

"Dobbs? What the hell are you getting at?"

"Hold on... I'm saying... what if... we just disappear. This is a dangerous land, right? What's to say those orcs didn't haul us off and kill us?"

"Wait, I think I get what Dobbs is on to," Strauss interjected.

"We fake our deaths, Strauss goes back, checks in, and tells them we died in honorable battle."

"And you just disappear?"

"And we just disappear."

"But our honor as soldiers, what of that obligation?" Tag, in a bout of unusual seriousness about ethics, looked white in the face.

"This is our honor now." Heller placed a palm on Lyra and Emberlyn's flat tummies, their breaths raising and lowering as they grasped his hand and imagined it filled with his baby. "This is our duty... to these girls... this village."

Sarge, who the men ultimately knew would have to agree to this plan, wrapped his own hands around his Soraya, holding her petite abdomen in his palm, as he looked down at her big eyes.

"Sarge?"

The room went silent waiting for his word.

"What has Corvusia given to us, except the chance to be here? I'll be damned if I fight for something other than a pension. Hell, my ex-wife was going to get that anyway."

"Strauss... will you be okay making it back?"

"Pfft, without y'all slowing me down?"

"But if they find out you are lying?"

"Well, let's make one hell of a convincing story."

It was settled, and the warriors had found a home to defend. One that was not an intrinsic idea of democracy, capitalism, or wealth. Instead, it was a warm body, stewing with their seed and a land bright and warm for them to till.

The crystal-watering eyes of the girls they had become familiar with that night, looked overjoyed at the idea as they embraced the men whom they had bonded with. That night would be the turning point for the small village of Reddenshire, never more would it be plagued by the horrors of the countryside, or the hearts of the maidens empty with the singular destiny of their lives there.

It was a summer day, the sun was high in the blue sky as the mountains of Grønnoksid rose in the haze of the horizon. The inhabitants of Reddenshire village were tending to the crops, and staving off the heat with moist rags of Sloskarp aloe draped over their brows. Thanks to their new guardians, trade routes were safer than ever before, and the village had become a prosperous trade center for the region in recent months.

Word of such prosperity, of course, had gotten back to the capital, where a few took interest.

Down the center dirt road of the village, rattling mechanical growls startled horse, ox, and villager alike. Several large green horseless wagons tore down the dirt highway and came to a stop in the village square. Marked with white stars and carrying stringless bolt throwers, they formed a horseshoe formation and idled, motionless for several moments. But as the townsfolk looked on, out of them came soldiers of the Continental Republic of Corvusia, and their leader, who was keen to get answers about this village and those who had visited it.

"Excuse me, ma'am." The older man, wearing a silver crow on his collar, reached out to a passing woman in the market, his hands rested on his hip where a black pistol lay amidst the digital greens.

"Oh, yes?" The sweet voice of the girl turned towards him. Her silver hair shimmered in the daylight, stealing the next words out of the elder soldier's mouth. Aside from her ravaging beauty, the most prominent feature she had was a pregnant belly, carrying low and large. Her glowing skin added to the flare of light that nearly blinded the man with grace as he hesitated in wonder.

"Oh... apo... uh... apologies, ma'am." The magic of her visage stunned him. "My name is Colonel Wright, of the Corvusian Army. We are friends of your king."

"Oh... friends of our king? My name is Emberlyn." She attempted a curtsey, her pregnant girth making her slow and fragile-looking.

"Oh, uh... no need for that, ma'am, not in your condition. I, uh... simply need to find your leader, we have questions for him."

"Questions?"

"Yes... we have missing men."

Her face grew pale, and the world seemed a bit warmer as she fanned herself. The corner of her mouth twitched, as she treaded nervously through this conversation.

"Missing men... oh...uh... oh my. Soldiers, like yourself?"

"Emberlyn, what is wrong?" Another sweet voice came to the rescue, this one dark of hair, big eyes, and a belly just as pregnant.

"Selene, this Colonel Wright, has lost men."

"Uh, yes, uh, ma'am." His eyes darted around their pregnant bellies and fine faces. He was looking flush himself as he wondered just how many pregnant women were waddling around this village.

"Perhaps either of you saw them come through, it would have been seven months ago, seven men, only one returned to us."

"Could it be...?" Emberlyn held her hand over her mouth.

"Oh... oh, no..." Selene added to her distressed tone. Both held their pregnant bellies in discomfort, the exasperated colonel looking guilty to have troubled them.

"The orcs... the battle here. I remember the men... they... oh." Selene copied Emberlyn and fanned her face, her eyes swelling with tears, as she played out the fabricated tale in her head.

"Ma'am, I apologize. I do not mean to bring up something so hard for you to think about. We have heard about the orcs... and what happened to our men... We simply wanted to confirm their fate."

"Our mayor... he is just down the road... he can give you more details of their... of their... heroic... deeds." Selene feigned a sob, as Emberlyn comforted her.

"Hey medic, medic!" Colonel Wright nervously excused himself from the exchange, adjusting his collar as the heat of embarrassment rose from his body.

"Yes sir!"

"See to these ladies... they, uh... they, uh... well, just go look at them, you will see." The old soldier shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. He couldn't even keep a straight thought looking at the plump and beautiful ladies in the street. His medics saw to it they had any treatment required. That was that.

Selene and Emberlyn looked at each other wide-eyed.

"That was close..." Selene whispered, as the medic beckoned her to sit down in a chair.

"You said it...."

"Get down 'der and... well just don't say a peep!"

The cellar door of the mayor's house was shut and latched quickly as the pounding on his front door began. Inside, six of the newest members of the community huddled together in the dark, as silent as the grave. Inside, were all of the implements they had arrived in the village with, hastily gathered and hidden there.

"Good afternoon, sir, do you have a moment?"

"Shit... it's Colonel Wright," Tag grunted.

"Shut up, shhhh." Heller elbowed him as they listened.

Above the cellar, the mayor welcomed the colonel into his home.

"Welcome, welcome... please come in."

"Thank you, Mayor, I will not be long, just a few questions."

"Of course, have a seat. This is my daughter Soraya, can she get you any tea?"

Colonel Wright was astonished to see yet another pregnant woman, this one petite in frame, but with a belly that made her look liable to topple over, her breasts similarly were engorged and bursting from her normally tight-fitting dress.

He adjusted his collar, imagining what was in the water in this town. They went on for several moments, talking about the soldiers that had passed through seven months ago, and met their fates at the hand of the orcs which they cast away from the village. Sadly, orcs being orcs, their bodies were taken by the few retreating green monstrosities for who knows what purpose. A fact the colonel seemed to understand and echo.

"Many of our patrols have run into such creatures. Terrible beasts."

"Indeed, yet your men fought bravely to drive them off. Without their deeds, our village would be gone."

"I see you all are doing quite well recently?"

"Indeed, we are, the season has been good to us and our trading partners have come through despite the challenges on the road."

"Perhaps, it would be best if I leave men here, to watch the region and better manage safety on the highways?" The colonel set down his cup of tea, as he tasted its bitterness which was not to his liking.

Soraya narrowed her eyes behind him, insulted he didn't like her tea. Her new husband did, at least as far as he professed.

"Oh no, no need, sir. We are a peaceful village. Such a presence... no, I couldn't imagine."

"I understand, but if you change your mind please just,--"

Several stiff raps on the door interrupted him.

Soraya took it upon herself to answer, swinging open the oak door. Her giggles and greetings had a tone of familiarity to them. At the door a few other familiar faces stood-- Fiora, Elowen, and Lyra, all just as pregnant, all just as glowing.

"Mayor, you are needed at the granary, something about the yeast bugs and inventory, you know old man Hughton," Elowen interrupted without any apologies, hoping to speed along the departure of these men.

"Well, uh... Mayor... it seems like you have a lot on your hands..." He looked nervously at all the pregnant bellies waiting to burst. "We will respect your wishes, and leave you in peace."

"Thank you, Colonel Wright... it is appreciated."

"Uh, one question... between you and me..." He leaned into the mayor, looking around to make sure the women were not listening. "What are you feeding all of these ladies... for them to be so fertile..."

The mayor had a wide grin.

"Peace and happiness, sir." He patted him on the shoulder as the befuddled old soldier put it to thought. Before long, the trucks would be on their way, and the cellar doors would be opened. Its occupants were then free to live out their lives in this new yet familiar world with their wives in peace and happiness.
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