Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 8, 2013 17:11:57 GMT -5
"Sire!"
Tohrment Hharm ran as fast as his thin legs could carry him through his Sire's keep. Doggens smiled as he rushed past.
It was rare that the Lhord's young pre-trans son showed his youth of barely out of nursery age.
Tohr clutched the scroll in his small hand as he ran to his Sire's main chambers and rushed breathlessly through the doors.
He froze as he stood there with his bare feet in the plush bear rug that lay on the stone floor.
The Elder Hharm was buried to the fleshy hilt in one of the young domestic females. She was crying but obedient as she was being pounded into uncaringly. His Sire didnt even pause as he brought a wine skin to his lips to slobber a huge swig, dripping the amber liquid on the maid's bare ass. It almost blended into the red hand prints as well as recent fang marks that marred the pale flesh.
He turned around hoping that his Sire had not seen him. But the Scribe Virgin would not be so kind as his Sire bellowed out.
"Torhment! Turn thyself back. Thee must learn how a Lhord conquers all beneath him."
His father laughed as he started rutting the female with invigorated effort with now having the 'opportunity' of teaching his young how to dominate.
Tohrment felt sick as he obeyed to turn and watch. He tried not to see how his father had to pour wine over his plunging member as the maiden was dry despite the act. He wished he did not have to see her pretty face with golden eyes resigned and obedient to her duties-- but full of pain and shame. For a moment their eyes met and Tohr wished he could have looked away when he saw pity in her eyes--for him.
Soon his father grunted in his release, bellowing at the last moment as he withdrew and ejaculated on the female's back.
Tohr knew all too well why his father never released in the folds of a female or chose oral or anal sex. His father had raped Tohrment's own mother, who had been a Holy Chosen. His father would have gotten away with it as well... if a child of his blood had not been concieved by the act.
Tohrment.
His father blamed the son and therefore refused to have any female have that hold on him again. So his father only rutted with the lowly and never did what would have produced another useless young.
"Tohr! Come hither." Tohr blinked but obeyed. When he got close, he was grabbed by his Sire and shoved within inches of the female's violated flesh. "Have thee ever seen a female's quim lad?"
Tohrment felt nausea threaten to swim over him as he shook his head to drop both his chin and his gaze.
His Sire grabbed the back of his head and forced his head up with one hand as the other large one splayed on the female's back to press her hard against the table against her chest.
"Look at it Tohr. That has ruined warriors. Dethroned kings. Caused wars. Look at it!"
Tohr shook as sobs tried to rise up but he obeyed. He then whispered out. "May I leave now Sire?"
Without warning his father flung him across the room to crash into the side of the woodbox, pain radiating through his arm as he hit.
"Go, thy useless waste of my seed."
As Tohr rose on shaking legs, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his broken arm against his side...he ran from the sight of his Sire commanding the female get on her knees.
Tohr ran as fast as he could to his shabby rooms--with his precious scroll held in his fist.
(To Be Continued)
Tohrment Hharm ran as fast as his thin legs could carry him through his Sire's keep. Doggens smiled as he rushed past.
It was rare that the Lhord's young pre-trans son showed his youth of barely out of nursery age.
Tohr clutched the scroll in his small hand as he ran to his Sire's main chambers and rushed breathlessly through the doors.
He froze as he stood there with his bare feet in the plush bear rug that lay on the stone floor.
The Elder Hharm was buried to the fleshy hilt in one of the young domestic females. She was crying but obedient as she was being pounded into uncaringly. His Sire didnt even pause as he brought a wine skin to his lips to slobber a huge swig, dripping the amber liquid on the maid's bare ass. It almost blended into the red hand prints as well as recent fang marks that marred the pale flesh.
He turned around hoping that his Sire had not seen him. But the Scribe Virgin would not be so kind as his Sire bellowed out.
"Torhment! Turn thyself back. Thee must learn how a Lhord conquers all beneath him."
His father laughed as he started rutting the female with invigorated effort with now having the 'opportunity' of teaching his young how to dominate.
Tohrment felt sick as he obeyed to turn and watch. He tried not to see how his father had to pour wine over his plunging member as the maiden was dry despite the act. He wished he did not have to see her pretty face with golden eyes resigned and obedient to her duties-- but full of pain and shame. For a moment their eyes met and Tohr wished he could have looked away when he saw pity in her eyes--for him.
Soon his father grunted in his release, bellowing at the last moment as he withdrew and ejaculated on the female's back.
Tohr knew all too well why his father never released in the folds of a female or chose oral or anal sex. His father had raped Tohrment's own mother, who had been a Holy Chosen. His father would have gotten away with it as well... if a child of his blood had not been concieved by the act.
Tohrment.
His father blamed the son and therefore refused to have any female have that hold on him again. So his father only rutted with the lowly and never did what would have produced another useless young.
"Tohr! Come hither." Tohr blinked but obeyed. When he got close, he was grabbed by his Sire and shoved within inches of the female's violated flesh. "Have thee ever seen a female's quim lad?"
Tohrment felt nausea threaten to swim over him as he shook his head to drop both his chin and his gaze.
His Sire grabbed the back of his head and forced his head up with one hand as the other large one splayed on the female's back to press her hard against the table against her chest.
"Look at it Tohr. That has ruined warriors. Dethroned kings. Caused wars. Look at it!"
Tohr shook as sobs tried to rise up but he obeyed. He then whispered out. "May I leave now Sire?"
Without warning his father flung him across the room to crash into the side of the woodbox, pain radiating through his arm as he hit.
"Go, thy useless waste of my seed."
As Tohr rose on shaking legs, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his broken arm against his side...he ran from the sight of his Sire commanding the female get on her knees.
Tohr ran as fast as he could to his shabby rooms--with his precious scroll held in his fist.
(To Be Continued)
