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  The McGregor: The Lavender Moon

  Copyright 2017 Anita Gallagher

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  Table of Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  The Mcgregor II: Mordok's Love

  From Anita

  Chapter 1

  The priests washed her from head to toe. Their hands often reaching up from her upper thigh to in between the folds of her lips. The warmest and softest part of her. She looked down at them while catching her breath. The two who had been attending her simply smirked and dipped their sponges into the vases again. They were toying with her.

  "Krista, your cleansing is almost complete. Soon it will be time."

  Despite any initial fear she had of this place upon being chosen by the people of Harknor her village, she couldn't help but begin to warm up to the priests of Mordok. They were the loyal keepers of ancient rites, a mysterious order that has worshipped the god Mordok; ruler of heavens and underworld since time began. It is said that Mordok also guards the cleansing hells, but only the devote acolytes know of his true ways. There were stages of learning one had to complete it seemed, for she had seen many different sashes and emblems that adorned each of the simple brown garbs worn by the men who had been attending her these last few days.

  The chamber was well lit tonight by the lavender moon. A sign she thought. She watched the moon turn lavender many times during this time of the year. The summer season brought not only flowers and heat waves, but it was the season of tribute to Mordok's earthly son, a creature who was said to be half man and half monster: The McGregor.

  As customary, the villages throughout the land would sacrifice their unwed and motherless daughters to such a creature. It was something of a threat to young girls when growing up who misbehaved.

  "You keep that trap in your face shut Krista, or I'll send yer ass straight to the temple of Mordok when the time is nigh. Yes that I will!" Her grandmother would say, stamping her foot and pointing her jewel adorned fingers at her.

  "Fine then." Krista would spat.

  "Fine? What do ye mean fine? Do yer know what them priests would do to ya?"

  "I don't care what they'll do if it means I'd get to leave here."

  "Ye don't know what yer saying child. Most of them are never seen again. And the few that do return are speechless for the rest of their lives, as if they got their tongues cut out!" Her grandmother's eyes would widen then at the thought. Seeing no reaction from Krista she'd grunt again. "Well maybe it would serve ye right ye bratty girl!"

  The constant threats of the McGregor hanging over her head all her life made Krista so fearless over her new fate. Let the beast come then!

  NuBus, one of the priests, began to rub sacred oil on her navel. He moved his hands up now to her breast before Thorin came to her other. Their greedy smiles returned and she wondered against the other Gods how these men were chosen, but it was said that Mordok was a generous god. There were probably more volunteers than chosen few.

  As her nipples erected she leaned her head back and let her red hair fall behind her. Another of the men came to kneel and began oiling inside of her. His hands went deeper than the others had gone, pushing the sweet aroma deeper. She let out a soft moan. Her cheeks had already flushed and she could feel her legs weakening. NuBus held her up, as Thorin and the third priest she wasn't familiar with, gave her what was termed the kiss of virtue. Two tongues slipped inside her at once. Two sets of hands spreading her legs apart. Their saliva, her flowing juices and the sacred oil mixed together in a way that made her legs shake and pussy pulse.

  "I was ravished."

  Gillie's words echoed back to her. She was a bride of Mcgregor who had returned. She now had a permanent dazed look in her eyes. It had taken Krista months of pleading to get her to speak at all and her reward was dead silence after but a few words. She used to be bright and cheerful Krista thought, sweet and innocent. She had seen her be carried off in the previous summer. Strawberry hair shimmering in the sun and round green eyes a dance of nature. No one expected her to end up a bride of Mcgregor. When a similar girl of sorts was first thought of, Krista had step in. She alone had more fire in the red of her wild hair than any girl in Harknor. Let the angels stay at home. Krista was her own type of angel, one that danced in dark. But even an angel who danced in the night had her limits.

  Perhaps it was suicide to volunteer for this.

  She didn't care though. The lavender moon had enticed her since she was a child. Drawing her from her bed a night to sneak out of the house and into the wilderness. As her body gave into its sweet release she knew exactly why. This felt right. She would not think of any other fate. If Mordok took her to the underworld even on this very night then she'd had done all she wanted anyway. Some called her wicked, some insane, but she was free.

  The men lifted her up and laid her on a bed. She could hear the clinking of chains and thought to open her eyes but the sacred oil was taking its effect. Her whole body was limp from the kiss of virtue and the warming tingles she felt on her skin. They raised each of her arms and cuffed her to long chains anchored on each bedpost. How silly. She could barely muster the strength to open her eyes at this point much less try to fight them off. But that wasn't the only bondage to come. She felt them center her body directly in the middle of bed. Her ample breast bounced from the motion and she felt her pearl tingle from the sensation. Krista opened her eyes just enough to see a wide leather strap being pulled across her stomach and fastened at the end. Her legs were free and arms just movable enough to reach out and touch Nubus who worked hard to straighten the wrinkles in the bed to perfection. Thorin drew the curtains open and there the lavender moon shone in the stone walled chamber.

  "Am I too sleep once more?"

  Thorin came to her bedside and stroked her face. His long dark hair was braided and decorated with golden beads. The locks swung above her like a dream catcher. His smile was gentle this time. She had no way of knowing how they had interacted with the other chosen brides, but she had come to believe that Thorin grew fond of her in some way.

  "No my child. On this night you meet with the McGregor."

  "Am I ready?"

  "You were always ready. We were waiting on the lavender moon. Mordok has lifted the veil for life to enter, for Heaven's bliss to rise and for hell's passion to swallow us together. Such a balance only Mordok can grant us." He explained.

  "Let sinless fire consume you, let the light of ecstasy guide your way, great bride of McGregor."

  NuBus spoke ceremoniously and raised his arms above his head before bowing to the lavender moon. Thorin blew out all the candles but one that sat on the small table. It's glow cut across her face and casted shadows on every curve of her body. She heard all three priests exit the chamber, their footsteps creating soft echoes against the stone room. Krista's eyes drifted to sleep
despite her eagerness. This was the moment she'd been thinking about for years now. The fearful story of sexual violation that made her burn since before she understood it's depravity. McGregor the monster. Her chosen consort. Was death at her door or would she grow mute like sweet Gillie? She didn't know. All that was certain was in her chains and bare flesh, there was no turning back. The coming violation was her reward.

  It began with burning.

  She woke gasping as drops of hot wax dripped on her nipple. She tried to rise but with the restraint of the leather remembered she was tied down. She could hear him breathing and felt the heat of his body standing over her. The flame of the candle blocked her sight of him. In his silhouette she could make out his broad shoulders and meaty frame but nothing else.

  The flame moved lower to her skin and down her body. Drops on her stomach, sweet scorches on to flesh. She stopped her wincing as she adjusted to the burn of the wax. But she could not help but quiver slightly as she watched the flame move below her navel, to her neither lips. The drops fell. She whimpered as the burn reached her fleshy pussy and a strong hand was brought down to slap it. He slapped it again and again.

  The McGregor had come.

  Chapter 2

  She moved to close her legs but the forcing hand came down on her even harder. She could feel herself beginning to juice for him. Her legs opening wider despite the blows to her sex. The candle was set back on the table and she could feel the pressure of his weight on the bed as he climbed between her legs. And then at last she saw his thick and naked frame.

  "My lord," she whispered, "but you are just a man."

  He arched one of his thick brows and pulled her to his shaft. He pressed himself into her slowly. His cock teased her wet opening as he pushed himself in and out of her. Krista greedily tried to lower herself onto him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to fuck her till she cried out for mercy.

  "Please, please take me now." She whimpered, thrusting her hips towards him.

  "Please, I'm yours fuck me now please."

  She spread her legs as wide as she could. But instead of entering her, he unhooked her leather restraint and pulled her by her hair down to her knees, the chains falling with her. Somewhat relieved, she obeyed and began to kiss and lick his shaft all over hungrily. She licked and sucked his balls, burying her face in them at times.

  He was moist with her saliva but the drip from her pussy was moister. On her knees she reached for her juices and jerked his cock with them while she sucked on the tip of his shaft. Her tongue danced in her mouth around it until she brought her mouth down on the whole of it and slowly sucked her way up, savoring the taste of him. Krista could feel his grip tighten on her hair as he gasped in ecstasy and it excited her more. He lowered and spread his legs and with both hands pushed her mouth deeper down and began to thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth.

  The sounds of his breath growing heavier made her pussy tremble as she took him in as much as she could, choking back gags and letting her saliva drip to her breasts. He paused his thrusting and she sucked on him with all the energy she could, tightening her lips and massaging the roundness of his testicles. She began to rock up and down and spread her knees wider. She wanted to surrender to him. Her mind was losing its restraint and like an animal in heat she arched butt upwards, coaxing him to enter.

  In the candlelight she could see the white in his eyes disappear as his darkness took over and he let out a low growl. From his shoulders grew two thick horns and in the darkness she could see two more long arms grow from his back. He roared like a beast and she felt the echoes bounce into her chest. Krista took a deep breath and for a moment fear crossed her heart. What was he? Veins protruded from his neck. She could see them pulse as his blood grew hot. His chest muscles bulged and pelvis thrust forward. The length of his shaft overwhelmed her and in what perhaps was just mind, it seemed to grow bigger before her. The shimmer of her saliva on it flushed away her fear and reminded her of the yearning between her legs.

  This was the McGregor.

  He pulled himself from her mouth as she desperately tried to put it back in and brought her up to edge of the bed. He faced her down so her legs stood and her cheeks cradled his cock. Two of the arms stretched the leather restraint this time over her hips. She marveled at the strength of them and spread her legs and arched her butt for him to enter.

  He spanked her hard on each fleshy mound and with another slap to her pussy her legs already weakened from pleasure began to tremble. Two of the hands returned and steadied her in her in place.

  This time there was no teasing.

  He drove his cock into her and pressed it in as deep as he could. She was spread, she was pinned. She was his. The torrent began as he pushed inside of her, pounding fiercely and never pulling out. Her body rocked and she held on to the edges of bed as the weight of him overcame her. He filled her, and all she could do was struggle to breath as the force of him pushed into her. The clapping their skins slamming together and soft sounds of her juices being stirred filled the room. She dripped down her legs for him and through the overwhelming sensation of him all over simply wanted more.

  Using his pelvis he spread her cheeks wider as he position himself closer. One hand reached below and tickled her clitoris. Her body jerked and she tried to pull away. It was useless. Restrained and weakened she tried to relax her muscles as another hand reached into her anus using the juices from her pleasure as moisture. The warming sacred oil applied all over made more sense now as the McGregor's great third hand prodded two, and then three fingers inside her slowly. He stretched her. Eagerly. Surely. Forcefully.

  The rocking began again as that demonic hand thrust deeper into her anus and his cock into her pussy with all the control and power of multiple men.

  She could barely utter a sound under his force. He growled coarsely, his breaths deepening. If she wasn't already bowed, she might have sunk to her knees under his power.

  At last his cock entered her ass. She whimpered at the fulfillment. The pain dulled by the numbness of her groin and limpness of her body. As he stretched her, he started to delve deeper into her anus, gripping her cheeks against him. He pounded he and she felt her body cum for the fourth time.

  His grunts grew quicker and his nails dug into her hips until at last he turned her over, ripped her strap and pulled her face to his pulsing cock. The white fluid spouted all over her lips and in almost fugue like state she licked it and sucked every drop with him pulsing in her mouth. She savored it, her tongue searching her lips and the tip of him for more.

  Krista looked up at him and saw the darkness recede from his eyes, the horns lower and arms fade behind him. She saw the man in him return at last. Despite the horror of him found herself on her knees, cradling against him.

  "Am I to disappear now lord or be sent back to the village?"

  To her surprise the McGregor cuffed her cheek his hand and studied her in silence. Her heart beat as she was more than aware that now the great mystery of the missing brides would be revealed to her.

  "No. No, you stay."

  He lifted his hand from her and retreated into the shadows. Krista looked up at the lavender moon still shining and wondered what was still to come.

  The Mcgregor II: Mordok’s Love

  She didn't know how long she remained in the chamber after the McGregor left her. But remain she did, breathing in the wisps of the gentle breeze that slowly cooled the heat of her skin after joining the demon lord. Her cheeks were still pink from the spanking and nether lips still sore. She sat up slowly and searched fruitlessly for a robe. The candle still burned in the stone chamber but NuBus, Thorin and the other priests had yet to return. Krista wondered if they were other festivities or rituals occurring. Mordok was a generous god it was said. Was she to be shared with men of the temple now?

  While it seemed a horrible fate, it was much better than death or what the village people had always said was death. What the other brides of McGregor had done to
deserve such a fate bewildered her. The beast's needs seemed simple. He was hungry just as she was. Despite the horns from his shoulders, dark eyes and extra arms that grew out his back, she could see no different animal than any she'd seen lurking in the brothel fresh from war.

  That wasn't quite true though.

  The McGregor, son of Mordok was indeed a different creature than man. The strength in his arms, the fire that burned from the darkness in his eyes, and the beastly roar that made her bow separated this demi-god from the rest. And she Krista of Harknor, did not bow to anyone.

  Perhaps now she did though.

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