Castle Keep 4: Seeds of Evil

The cloudless sky was lit by a brightly shining moon, and the golden woman was led by the same two attendants. The shaman led them to the Stone of Sacrifice. It was stained from the blood of animals that were commonly killed to gain the favor of the gods they worshipped.

He had been fantasizing of this for days now, and he quivered in excitement as the women guardians pulled the clothing from his beautiful offering. He gently placed her onto the stone on her hands and knees, for this was how he decided the blood from her broken virtue could best be spilled upon the stone. She was a sweet-smelling creature of desire, and he smiled as his nose enjoyed the scent.

He reached a hand between her parted thighs and felt the soft outer lips. They were wet and slippery, for her preparation had been thorough. It was not uncommon for women to become highly aroused and even achieve climax during the hours of preparation that they endured. The cleansing of their bodies involved significant contact, and the women attending to them touched the virgins most lovingly. This he knew from the tales his father shared.

The shaman removed his clothing and revealed the swollen spear. The tribe was in attendance and fell silent as they gazed upon his form. 

He kneeled behind her and guided the smooth, mushroom-shaped tip to her virtue. It speared between the outer folds and entered the Valley of Desire, as the tribe referred to the narrow slit that was formed by the sloping walls of flesh. Her voice softly groaned in a combination of nervous fear and excitement, for her aroused state was easily detectable and undeniable despite her lack of affection for the man that would have her. The women had prepared the golden woman well to save her from enduring pain and misery.

His hands firmly grasped her upper thighs and moved his spear up and down the Valley of Desire. Tribal boys were taught how to be men, and the teachings included bathing oneself in the woman's Essence of Warmth before entry. After his spear was moistened by the wondrous essence, he placed the tip against the opening of her Canal of Glory. 

When they observed the positioning of his spear the tribe repeated the words that preceded all sacrifices, as this one was no different in their minds. When they were finished he moved slowly and didn't thrust. He wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest. 

His round tip pressed against the opening and he shuddered in delight as her body slowly yielded, stretching as the pressure increased. The breath caught in her throat as she gasped aloud and felt twinges of pain as her canal was slowly stretched wide. It stretched further and further, and because of the intentional slowness with which he moved the spear seemed much larger than it was. Finally when her tiny orifice stretched to the widest part of his mushroom head the remaining part of it eased inside, and the tiny door wrapped securely around the shaft directly beneath it.

His throbbing mass pulsated against the ribbon of flesh that marked her innocence. And there he remained for several agonizing moments, realizing the misery his hesitation caused her. That sweet voice groaned into the night as her eyes fixated on the moon above. He could not hear her thoughts, but they were surely asking for relief. Her thick oozing essence seeped from her belly and she was creamier than before. Twitching pain and agonizing pleasure filled her offered flesh, and the time of her sacrifice was at hand.

He resumed his penetration, maintaining that same slow movement. He pressed against the ribbon and it stretched before him. A brief breathtaking stinging jolt of pain rushed through her as he speared through and stole her innocence. Her wavering voice announced its occurrence and the tribal members cheered in delight, knowing that the sacrifice would please their chosen gods on this unusually warm, moonlit night.

The shaman moved deeper still, and the canal reluctantly parted and allowed him further inside. Her naked form shook as she remained on her hands and knees, essence coating the outer folds of her center. It was mixed with blood from her sacrifice and dripped upon the rock between her wonderfully smooth golden thighs. The spear relentlessly moved in a torturously slow and determined advance. She groaned as amazing sensations filled her lithe body. She vibrated in a frenzy of passion and desire, and more of her essence was released and dripped upon the stone in celebration of sacrifice.

As the tribe observed in hushed silence, his spear reached the limit of its travel and his advance finished inside her womb. He withdrew with the same slow motion as before until only the tip remained inside, and he repeated the inward motion. Her Canal of Glory still resisted, and again his spear stretched her walls apart and forced them to yield. This time his advance was quicker, and again the head pressed through the flesh and ended its delightful adventure deeply inside.

He softly groaned as did she, and the two shared the intense joy and wonder of their union. The pain in her body eased, replaced by increasing waves of tingling pleasure. He began a faster and more insistent movement, back and forth. He leaned over her and filled his hands with her incredible bouncing swells, fingers anxiously squeezing and caressing the mounds that had so captivated his attention. His thumbs rubbed over the nipples, longer than before, and enjoyed their firm rubbery texture. 

His handling of her breasts increased the pleasure in her, for she moaned louder and faster. Her hips began thrusting back into him as he drove forward, for she was anxious to move him even deeper inside than he had formerly reached. Her desire had come alive, and she was eager to have the void in her center filled. His spear was rock hard and his hairy orbs were heavy, laden with seed. Her Canal of Glory tightened around him and fluttered, trying to coax the treasure from him that her womb so desperately sought.

And then her luscious, writhing form erupted in climax. It was her third that day, as the women that prepared her were saddened by the event and eager to please her flesh. She stiffened for a second and gasped. Tremors next filled her body, reaching throughout. Loud moaning ensued as he continued penetrating the canal, awash in essence. Her magnificent form writhed and shuddered in spectacular glory, more exquisite than the pleasure derived from the fingers and mouths of the attending women who had cleansed her earlier.

The intensity of release rippled through her flesh and stole the breath from her lungs. Even though her eyes were closed she saw a bright flash. Her voice announced the arrival of climax and the tribal members all smiled. 

The semen in his sacs began to rise as her Canal of Glory squeezed and pulsated around his spear. Already several drops oozed from the tip and coated her melting flesh, but her body wanted a steady stream planted deeply inside the womb and would not be denied. 

The dramatic and very public orgasm lasted several glorious seconds, during which time the shaman plunged deeply inside of her belly. As her muscle coaxed and cajoled, the semen rose further still. He grunted in delight as the tip of him grew more sensitive and his spear swelled even larger. The swirling seed passed through the tubing in his body toward its final destination.

He heard his own voice grunting aloud as his body wildly twitched. His orbs released their contents in a tiny stream of seed that squirted deeply into her womb. Twice more he retreated, gathered energy, and burrowed his full length inside of her. Everything his reproductive system offered was expended, and he reluctantly withdrew from the quivering woman.

Although an egg lay fertile in her womb, she would not bear a child from this event. The shaman couldn't know it, but in his human form he was unable to reproduce. He could sire neither son nor daughter. 

As they stepped away from the Stone of Sacrifice it started to glow red. The ground rocked beneath their feet and many of the tribe members, more frightened than anything else, dropped to the grass on their knees. The glowing increased in intensity and some people fled in terror while others were too frightened to move, or were too curious to run from the spectacle. A rectangular orifice suddenly appeared, outlined in a shimmering dark red as light pink filled the center.

The shaman fearlessly approached and stepped through the portal, never to be seen by the tribe again.

* * * * *

He crossed over into hell and joined the Circle of Beasts. Here he learned of his real father, a True Beast, and discovered that he himself was a Half Beast. All beasts born to mammals that walked the earth were Half Beasts.

True Beasts could successfully mate in a single effort and wherever they desired, but could not change into a human for their form was fixed. But a half beast, born to a mammal on the earth’s face, had the ability to change forms very quickly. He learned of the limitations that accompanied this. He had to change into the form of a beast to plant his seed, and in so doing placed himself in danger. This was a time of great weakness. Human scholars were aware and were constantly forging holy weapons to combat the rise of evil.

Half Beasts were weaker, for their hearts were half mammal. That meant they were limited to reproducing in close proximity to a source of evil power, and they could only mate with human virgins. The evil power was required to mask all traces of the evil seed. If it was sensed by a female womb it was rejected. A womb that had seen human male seed at least once before somehow detected evil seed despite its masking and it was always rejected. The selection of virgins, and a source of power, was critical to reproduction.

He was told that beasts of all types have the inherent skills of charm and fore-knowledge, and that he had unknowingly possessed them all along. He was taught how to wield these using their strengths and learning of their weaknesses as well. Invisible demons were always close by, and their whispers revealed the thoughts of humans, especially when danger was sensed.

He was taught everything he never knew, and assumed the role he was bred for.

Years passed as hours, for time was not relative when a beast was in his natural environment. When he perfected his skills under the mentorship of his father and other True Beasts, only a test separated him from a seat at the Circle of Beasts. And that test would soon be decided by the king of all evil.

* * * * *

Three clerics dressed in heavy clothing braced against the hard, cold wind and driving snow. Each pulled a horse behind them, laden with supplies. They had become lost and disoriented in the storm and now sought shelter. They knew that any further travel could take them in the wrong direction, and the bitter cold threatened their very lives.

Through the curtain of white that embraced them, a momentary opening appeared and one of the clerics spotted what appeared to be a cave. They struggled against the storm to reach it, but once at the mouth they readily entered. There was instant relief as they separated themselves from the wind. They gathered kindling and built a fire in a stone ring that already existed and was blackened with use. 

One cleric sank to his knees, and through the use of hardwood sticks that were kept close at hand he expertly ignited and crafted a small fire. When the fire grew in size and chased back the darkness, the enormity of what they found became evident. An untouched skeleton leaned against the rock wall, and surrounding the bones was an ancient message.

After the initial excitement of the discovery they ate and slept, for it was vitally important to replace the strength that the storm had taken from them. When morning arrived the storm had passed, although had left a thick blanket of snow in its wake. The clerics decided to remain, and using parchment and ink they copied the drawings on the cave in the exact manner they were left. None of them recognized the dead language, but that didn’t mean it could not be deciphered by others.

For two weeks they remained. They first copied and then validated their own versions of the drawings, making sure each symbol was precisely reproduced. Once confidence in their work was established, they embarked on their unfinished journey. Their efforts would be examined by scholars, and would be debated.

Only one would ever correctly decipher and interpret the message that the “elder that could not speak” spent the remaining months of his life drawing. And he was yet to be born.

* * * * *

The devil looked and saw that the inhabitants of a fledgling island nation west of Central Europe had evolved from simple tribes into communities. These communities were based around castles, which offered protection. Each castle and its surrounding community were considered a province. Thirteen provinces now dotted the land.

Even the humans that populated the island realized they must unite under one flag if they were to remain independent. Representatives from each of the provinces met with the intention of finding a leader capable of uniting the land. There were many who sought the power and prestige, but none rose above the others enough to garner support.

“This is our time, and this is your test. Pass through the portal you opened and return to the face of the earth. A castle was built on the ancient Stone of Sacrifice that is your doorway and upon crossing you will find yourself in a dungeon. It is here that you will mate for the evil power is centered here. The women must be virgins and of noble blood, for only noble offspring can vie for a position of power.

“Thirteen sons must be sired, one for each of the thirteen provinces. When they rise to power in the provinces there will be resistance and violence will follow. After all such squabbles are resolved your thirteen sons will rule unchallenged. They will then unite under one flag. It will not be an easy task and all will resist, but one will rise above the others and assume ultimate power. 

“When this is achieved, when evil has full control, all existing portals will be opened. True Beasts not normally capable of passing between the worlds will, and their fury will be unleashed upon the population of earth. Not even the oceans will protect the humans from our evil rage.

“When you succeed in this endeavor you will be welcomed at your rightful position and occupy a seat of prominence at the Circle of Beasts, and we shall boast of your success.”

And so the Half Beast, who would come to call himself William, re-entered the portal and returned to earth to an uncertain fate.