Ceremony of Acquiescence - Incest

Time and time again, she had made her handsome young son spray his thick, rich seed across or between her gorgeous breasts, only to become the first to take a beast's cock into her mouth. Time and time again, she had swallowed his cum -- stroking her sodden pussy feverishly and climaxing often as she did so -- only to become the first to sink in rapture onto the rigid length of a beast's cock. Maria had watched in a daze of amazement then, and her wonder had not decreased in the slightest during the time since.

Had the ex-Champion been driven mad by her forbidden lust, or perhaps rendered incapable of realizing what it was that she did before so many? Tears of pleasure had trickled down her flushed cheeks as she took her son inside her hot, wet cunt for the first time; and her sobs of triumphant joy as he climaxed into her womb had left the matter of her sanity irrelevant. How could anything so wonderful be wrong? Who could be blamed for copying a mother who was loved by so many?

Perhaps the other commoners had been inspired by the actions and joy of their retired Champion. Perhaps the fact that she had gone unpunished had led them to move from one stage to the next with indecent haste. Regardless of why it was that her peers copied her, they had done so with undeniable eagerness, though. Mothers had cried in grateful joy as they mounted their sons. Sisters had whispered forbidden desires as they mounted their brothers. Aunts had pledged their bodies for that night alone as they mounted their nephews. The commoners had taken barely an hour to turn her Great Hall into a den of incestuous debauchery, and it had seemed as if their mounts somehow sensed the love with they were ridden.

During an ordinary ceremony, it was normal for liters of sperm to be squirted through the air or sprayed across a tongue, but those liters were nowhere to be seen. Again and again, the beasts shot their seed into the slaves who rode them so passionately. Again and again, they emptied themselves into their aunts, mothers or sister's womb. The commoners were not to be outdone, though, and they had ridden their beasts with insatiable lust. They had ridden until their thighs were drenched with rivers of cum. They had ridden even when their cunts squelched wetly with every thrust of their beast's cock into the seed that he had already deposited within them, and yet they still met their beast's orgasms with sobs and whimpers of joy.

The Queen, her Concubines and the other Ladies of State must have been similarly inspired as well though, for they too had progressed in record time. The usual casual frigging had been joined quickly by gentle caresses and kisses, and their hands had move with indecent haste from between their own thighs to between each other's. A couple of orgasms were all that it took to have the Knights' tits ballooning against the balcony windows as their Mistresses' friends fucked them from behind. A few minutes more had seen the first of the First-Knights whimpering in shame as she sprayed her cum helplessly against the glass; and it was then that the orgy had really got going.

For all of that, though, Princess Maria looked down upon her past self and saw a slave who for once took no part in the lust of her peers. She saw instead a slave who sat as if stunned, and who gazed in wonder through her opera glasses upon the scene that played out before her. She had watched in a daze as almost eighty beasts who were similar only in their age, nudity and arousal, were pleasured and used lewdly by the same number of slaves. She had watched, frozen and helpless even to bring herself to touch her sodden, leaking pussy, as the cries of those who climaxed upon or within each other had filled the Great Hall with an almost continuous chorus of ecstasy.

And yet she had seen almost none of them.

The beast who, contrary to tradition, had been unchained so that his mother and her lover could kiss hungrily above him as they rode his mouth and his cock. The commoner who had moved from riding her son to easing a strapon into her sister's pussy, whilst her sister in turn rode her son once more. The mother who had delighted her neighbors by sucking her twins to a simultaneous orgasm across her face; and the petite sister who had sat upon her brother's shoulders so that she could ride his mouth, whilst their mother rode his cock and licked teasingly at her arse as she did so.

All had gone unnoticed.

Maria had instead stared in fascination at the beautiful mother whose incestuous desires had transformed the Ceremony, and at the handsome son whose body was worshipped and used with such desperate passion.

He was just a beast!

He was nothing more than a creature of burden and seed, and yet... And yet how wonderful he had looked before or beneath his mother! How enchanting he had seemed after those tens of thousands of young beasts in whom she had never found anything of interest! If only it could have been she who worked upon his flesh! If only it could have been her pussy that slid slowly and wetly down upon his so perfectly proportioned cock! If only it could have been her womb into which he squirted his seed!

The beast had not been the sole target of Maria's desire however, for she had been equally envious that it should be he upon whom the beautiful commoner reached her orgasm repeatedly, rather than upon herself. That the commoner sobbed her adoration of him rather than her, and that she undertook so much effort upon his body rather than against hers. If only she could have been either one of them! If only she could have left the balcony to kiss the slave's damply glistening body as she thrust upon him, or to suck upon his balls as his mother sucked upon his cock!

Of course, she had been forbidden to join the commoners in the Ceremony. As her country's elected Princess, she could no more join the two whom she adored than she could protest her life of captivity. She had stared in breathless arousal and amazement at her mother and brother though, and she had burned every moment of their forbidden love into her mind.

The devotion that her mother, Samantha, had displayed as she switched from pussy back to hand or mouth, whenever she was too sensitive to risk another orgasm upon his still rigid flesh. The bulging of Samantha's sopping wet pussy about the magnificent shaft of Jason's cock as she thrust herself down upon it. The beauty of her petals and the way in which they sucked greedily upon his cock as she rose upwards once more. How breathtaking it had been, to watch as her mother raised herself from upon Jason's cock each time he finished his orgasm within her! How intoxicating it had been, to watch as she freed his cock so that his seed dribbled thickly from her gaping pussy only to fall onto his swollen knob and beautiful shaft. How deliciously naughty it had felt to watch as she slid her pussy once more down onto his cum-covered flesh, as if she were desperate to take every drop of his seed back into herself.

How had her mother's maternal love turned into the desire that she had displayed upon his body? Why was it that she accepted and relished his seed with such passion? As a Champion, Samantha had been renowned for the bravery that she had displayed within the Pits, but that was of no comparison to the bravery that she had shown that night within Maria's hall. How had she gathered the courage to kneel before him in full view of every slave within the Great Hall, without the excuse of her arousal or lust?

There had never been any question as to the outcome of her passion, though. There had never been, and would never be, a beast who could match the desire of even the frailest of slaves, but she fucked him for hours. She teased him back to erection when even the Concoction could not keep him hard, and she greeted his ever-diminishing ejaculations with tears of joy regardless of their volume. In the end, he was still just a beast and not a slave, though. Despite the Concoction, her love and all of her efforts, he stood spent and barely conscious before her; and she had leant against her him in a moment of profound sorrow and joy. She had cradled his limp, wet cock tenderly then, and she had kissed his weakly heaving chest as tears of disappointment ran down her cheeks.

And then she had surprised Maria once more.

Why was it that out of all of the slaves, her mother remained alone in merely watched as her peers sucked upon each other's cum-smeared breasts, or gobbled at each other's cum-filled pussies? Had she worn herself out? Did she have neither the energy nor the lust to partake in their lechery? She had sat with her head lain upon Jason's thigh, and then she had rested against him and kissed his limp, reddened cock until such time as it rose once more before her. She had brought him off not just once but twice more then, but he had finished his second ejaculation by fainting before her. She had kissed and licked him all over as if every drop of seed and sweat was something to be treasured, though; and then she had turned about to face the balcony within which Maria had sat.

Maria's mother had displayed herself then as if deliberately stating her love and desire for Jason, and Maria had clutched at her breast and caught her breath in wonder at the sight of her. She had seen then what even the EnPid had failed to show her up until that point, for her beloved mother had taken her darling brother's seed not just into her mouth and across her face, but in lines across her bound breasts and hair as well. How wanton she had been, to wear his seed upon her as he were hers by right of marriage, and regardless of the fact that her love could never again manifest itself into the lust that was permitted upon that night alone! How brazen she had been to declare him as hers without seeking permission first!

But how cruel as well.

How unwittingly cruel she had been to take her darling brother before her, not knowing that she too loved him as a beast yet could not touch him. To use his body and to climax upon him, a mere beast, even though she would never be able to use Maria in similar fashion. To accept from him the pleasure that by right should have been Maria's to give. Even within her dream, Maria couldn't help but feel a rekindling of the pain that she had felt on that fateful Sunday; but even as she did so, she was once more overwhelmed by a sense of poignant gratitude.

The war against the Masters had left vast swathes of the planet scarred beyond recognition, and even after three centuries, there was no such thing as an easy journey. The detours necessary for safe travel meant that the journey to her mansion would have cost her mother a considerable amount of time. By choosing Maria's mansion over the many less important but far closer Great Halls, her mother had given her a gift of unparalleled worth, though. She had allowed Maria to witness not just how wonderfully the long years apart had changed and transformed her darling brother, but also how she herself had gone unchanged. She had also given Maria a chance to witness their ecstasy first-hand, though; and the image of her as she had stood then, wet with exertion and covered in cum, was the most wonderful thing that Maria had ever seen.

The desperate longing and proud happiness of her beloved Mom's eyes. The flush of her cheeks below the faintly pearlescent glistening of the smeared and slowly drying cum that their mutual darling had squirted across every square inch of her face. The sheen of sweat upon the flushed, beautiful breasts that she finally unbound; and the sight of her nipples, swollen with desire and leaking their milk, as she sucked their beloved Jason's cum from off of the ceremonial bands. The foam that had spread from her thoroughly used pussy up to her mound and onto her thighs; and the glistening, gelatinous sperm that dribbled ever so slowly down her thighs. Even without the addition of Jason's seed, her mother's body had seemed even more beautiful than Maria remembered, and just the memory of how she had looked that night had driven Maria's fingers to her pussy more often than she cared to admit.

She had stared in speechless wonder at her naked, flushed and cum-splattered mother, then. She had stood up as she did so, though, and she had pressed herself passionately against the glass through which she had gazed. Had her mother seen her breasts ballooning against the glass? Had her mother realized just who it was that had cocked one leg and pushed her mound against the glass as she stroked urgently at her dripping wet pussy?

Even in her wildest fantasies, Maria couldn't help but recognize the fact that her mother would have seen nothing more than a blur to match those of the First-Knights or Ladies of State who were being fucked against the glass on either side of her. She knew just as well that when her mother looked back upon that night she would see her daughter frigging herself in shameful but helpless lust, though; and the thought was such that even in her sleep, Maria's pussy flooded with desire.

Her mother had leant back against the slope of the Wall of Offering then, and she had spread her lovely legs obscenely, so that bared her beautiful pussy as she did so. For almost a minute, she had stood like that, as threads of glistening, milky juices had fallen slowly from her gently gaping cunt, and she had rubbed her son's cum across her heaving breasts. She had massaged every precious drop of cum into her skin as if reveling in the feeling of it upon her flesh; and then she had licked her hands clean before pulling upon one teat as she stroked at her swollen clitoris.

She had done so without once taking her gaze away from the balcony above her, though, and even in her sleep, Maria shivered in pleasure. Perhaps, just perhaps, her mother might have picked out Maria's breasts from amongst the many pairs that were squashed against the glass before her. Perhaps, if the Lady were willing, she might even have imagined correctly that they belonged to her daughter.

Had she imagined that she stood behind Maria then? Had she imagined that she grasped Maria's hips as she thrust her double-ended strapon deep into her; or that she cupped and groped Maria's buttocks as she buried her face in the warm wetness of her daughter's pussy? Maria had frigged herself urgently then, timing her strokes to match those of the slave whom she loved and missed more than any other, and she had ground herself against the glass as if it were her mother's body.

If only she could have joined her mother!

If only she could have knelt beneath her and caressed her thighs as she thrust her tongue deep into her sopping wet pussy! How would it have felt, if she could have accepted her mother's strapon as her mother had accepted their Jason's cock? What if she could have caressed her mother in her darling brother's place, as her mother rode her own strapon? She had imagined all the ways in which she longed to pleasure and worship her beloved Mom then. She had imagined all the horribly perverse things that she would do, albeit shamefully, if her mother gave even the slightest indication that she would enjoy them.

She had slid down the glass as her mother crumpled to her knees, and they had frigged feverishly then, mother and daughter matching stroke for frantic stroke. They had frigged even as their peers fucked passionately about them; and in the moment that Maria's orgasm had struck her, she had seen her mother's eyes go wide and her back arch so that her breasts lifted skyward. They had climaxed together then. They had sobbed and cried out as one as they squirted their girl-cum helplessly across the floor beneath them; and they had smiled as one once the aftershocks had subsided to the point that they could think once more.

Obviously, there was no way that her mother could have been certain that she had pushed herself against the glass, let alone which of the many blurred figures was hers, but Maria knew that somehow they had understood each other's love and desire. Somehow, Maria told herself, her mother must have sensed the longing that she held within her heart for not just her darling brother, but for her mother and sisters as well. Her mother had joined the lesbian orgy eagerly after that, and she had proven through her actions that she had both the energy and desire to match her peers. Rather than copy her mother with her own peers, Princess Maria had instead stroked herself in a daze of desire, though.

If only she could have been allowed to join the slave to whom she owed even her appearance! If only she could have given herself to her mother whilst breathing the same air that her beloved Jason did! Could she somehow rouse him from his slumber before mounting and riding him as her mother had? Might he perhaps wonder at how two bodies could feel so similar against him, and yet move so differently upon his flesh? She had brought herself to her peak countless times then; but she had been torn between the two whom she loved. Should she admire her spent and slumbering brother? Should she watch her mother amongst the beautiful slaves who fucked each other in abandon, and who sobbed in ecstasy and passion as they did so?

What would she have done had she not been forced to choose, though? What would she have done if she had knelt with her mother before their darling Jason? Would she have competed with her mother for her darling brother's cock, or would she have competed with him for the honor of grinding herself against her mother's clitoris? As much as she lusted after each of them, and as much as she wished to make love to both of them, she knew that she would instead have ordered them to make love once more before her.

For the first time since entering her dream, Maria focused her attention upon her past self, and she watched herself frigging frantically. She saw herself stroking at her swollen clitoris urgently as she pumped two fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy; and she shivered her in sleep as she did so. It was not, however, the memory of how intense and rapid her orgasms had been that sent a frisson of pleasure throughout her sleeping body. It was instead the filthy, forbidden desires that had filled her mind as she gazed down at her mother and her darling brother, and stroked herself as she did so. It was her hope that her darling brother might one day do with her exactly what he had done with their mother.

And it was then that Maria's dream turned from recollection to complete fantasy, and she lost herself within it.

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The End

Well... I think that I will never, ever write another dream sequence again. :|