0 comments/ 6979 views/ 1 favorites Possessing Lotuses Ch. 01 Pt. 01 By: astonishing Thalia. The greatest city in all of the Liberian Empire. The year is 241, and the morning dew is still on the grass. All through out the city, people are waking up. Most of them already opening their fruit stands, vegetable stands, cloths, and just other spoils of fashion. Pretty much, anything you wanted, you could buy, and it wasn't expensive. Even the poorest merchants could afford the finest diamonds, the ones that the empress herself would wear. The Counsel had been making deals with almost every neighboring city. They weren't spending a dime, everything was one hundred percent profit. No one knew how they were able to do it, but no one seemed to care. Finally things had been easy on the citizens of Thalia. Outside of the city gates, little towns had been housing areas for many farmers of the outskirts. In one of these towns, just a little east of the city, maybe a notch to the north, was a kid no more older than that of seventeen. Pretty much a man now, his name is Attilius. A pale skinned boy with dark hair, he lives with his mother, taking care of her, for his father had died in the early war Thalia had fought against it's sister city, Adalia. Attilius had been an apprentice of the towns blacksmith, Killian, who also was teaching Attilius a bit of sword play. Attilius had been meaning to take a trip to the city today. He had to make some gold, and selling his crop was pretty much the only way. Besides, he thought he might get to meet a lady today. That was his favorite part of going into the great city. The richer, older, exotic women would pay to have poor merchants caress their bodies. And they would pay damn good for it. Attilius had started putting his fruits and vegetables in a cart, throwing a bit of meat in a hay sack and tossing it on top. "Hey there, Attilius, looks like I'm not going to be able to help brush up on your fighting skills today," Killian had said, a bit of dissatisfaction on his face. But then just a shrug of the shoulders. "Not a problem my friend, I need to give you some rest!" Attilius so kindly replied, giving Killian a smile and a laugh. Killian, also laughing, waves a farewell. Attilius grabbed the handles to the cart and started hauling it up the hillside to the road, beginning his short journey to the gates. The sun was just over the hill, showing that it was still early. He had plenty of time to get into town to meet a lady. They usually started walking the streets with their servants at about noon. But he still felt he needed to hurry, though made no effort at all. Upon arriving at the gates, he nodded at the two guards and they directed him in. They recognized the regulars, but stopped and searched the people they didn't see all the time. Attilius had to wait for Valere to arrive. He owned the certain area that they used on the street to set up shop. Once Valere was there, Attilius could do whatever he wanted. Valere never stuck around long, just gave a few demands and told Attilius about any appointment customers that should be coming around. Those were customers who asked for specific orders, and the items must be sold only to them, or business is lost. It had just turned noon, and the first lady he'd seen all day had approached Attilius. She was a fairly average height, and her belly protruded, but only a little bit. She had light brown hair, and the swing of her hips was enough to hypnotize any man, especially of his social status. Only on rare occasions did you see a lady of her magnificence in these streets. She stopped in front of him, grabbed his face by his chin, and examined both sides. She then grabbed his cock, and pulled him closer to her. "How much do you ask for, boy?" she didn't ask, she demanded. Firmly for that matter. "Madam, I'll take whatever you offer, I'm not picky." "Hm, you seem to be a nice subject, I don't need to know your name though, boy," she said, almost cruelly, but with a hint of seduction. "I would like to get you a little better though, I have a wagon, if you want to join me, meet me at the corner in about ten minutes. I promise you won't regret a single thing if you do so." "I'll be there, don't you worry about that!" Attilius was closing up his stand, the other shop boy should be here shortly anyways. "In fact, I'll walk with you." So he joined her, while she grabbed his arm, and pulled him in this direction, and then that. They walked for a good bit, and ended up arriving at a wagon at the city gates. It was a white wagon, being pulled by two completely black horses. Her servant climbed aboard the front, while Attilius was told to get inside, followed by the lady. The servant snapped the reins and the wagon tugged, then it slowly began to get faster. "It's a pleasure that I make your acquaintance, m'lady," Attilius was staring at her legs, as she was gently pulling up the thigh of her dress. "What was it exactly that you needed some help with?" "Well, you see, my husband has been away on, government business," she began, pulling the shoulder of the dress down, and then the other side. "So I'm not getting the attention I need, boy." At this time, she pointed to the corner, where Attilius had turned to see a pearl white hookah, with a long golden hose. She had on a silver tray, a bunch of little purple-ish blue leaves, which Attilius had known only to be Loto Viola. The highly euphoric herb that's spread across the empire. Also on the tray, two goblets and a bottle of most likely the finest wine in all of Liberia. "So naturally, I call upon a young fine man like yourself for my services. So your going to do everything I tell you to, and when we're done, I'll pay you." He looked at her, puffed on the purple leaves and exhaled. "I'll do everything!" he said, "promise?" he said, starting to feel the herb in his head. Attilius had moved his hand to her thigh, enticed in the aroma of the leaves and clouded by the beautiful woman undressing before his eyes. The lady had opened up a flap to see the servant driving, and told him to stop there. And as the wagon was turning, he could see a river, and it's bank, and a path leading to a secluded area, blocked off by trees. Then the flap shut and he turned to look at the lady's eyes. Her lips were a pale blue, her eyes, maybe an ice blue. Attilius, now kissing her stomach, and moving down her legs, stopping only to suck on her toes for just a little bit. Possessing Lotuses Ch. 01 Pt. 02 "Can you hear me?" the lady was talking rather so loudly. Attilius was back in his seat, her staring at him. "Is it taking you over, yet?" Now her voice was almost trailing. And his was no more then a slur. Thinking to himself, Attilius had decided that it was the loto viola. He was beginning to have visions of his utter most desires. But it had felt so real. Or maybe he couldn't even distinguish what was real. "Boy, bring your face towards me," she grabbed his hair, not pulling, and directed his face to her legs, signaling him to kiss up and down them. She had apparently changed her mind now, and wanted him to stand. Attilius didn't care, the loto viola was too deep in his brain now. All he wanted was her. Standing, eyes half closed, he felt her put her warm lips around his cock. Squeezing his balls, she worked his shaft like no girl could have. "Okay boy," the lady now grabbed his hand and opened the door to the wagon. It was dark now. Attilius wondered how long they had been riding in there. The servant must have started a fire, because Attilius knew it was real, he could feel the heat. The lady had gotten on the ground in front of Attilius, on her hands and knees. He knew what that meant, and he quickly got behind her. Grabbing her hips and aiming the head of his cock at her pussy, he slammed into her hard the first time. Another vision must have hit him. Attilius had seen himself and the lady in a well lit room. On a bed, the lady on her hands and knees, but Attilius had his cock in her ass. He flashed back to reality, and to his surprise he didn't see the lady in front of him. But instead felt a warm cock in his mouth. He knew it was the servant when he seen him, but Attilius just wanted more. So he kept sucking on this cock. Also to his surprise, this man was bigger than himself. Attilius heard the servant grunt, and then felt him buck. Then he felt it, the warm cum going down his throat. "Good boy, now," the lady had a smile on her face, "you must fuck my servant. I'll sit here." Attilius couldn't say anything. The loto viola now was too overwhelming. He did what he was told. The servant was now laying on his side on the ground. Attilius, still enticed, wiggled himself on top of him, rolling the servant to his back. He began kissing the servant's stomach. Licking his belly button and rubbing the head of his cock over his tongue. Atillius began to move behind him, also getting on his side now and moving the servant back to his. He rubbed the man's thighs. They were hairless, as smooth as any woman's legs. His ass was the same, and Attilius made it a point to put a finger in his ass and make the servant wriggle. The lady looked at Attilius, their eyes meeting just when the servant gave a loud gasp. Atillius had entered his puckered asshole. His hips bucking at this beautiful ass, his hand on the man's cock, stroking. The servant had already cum on Attilius' hand, but he was hoping to cum in his ass. The lady got down and sucked her servant's dick while Attilius pumped him. The men, alternating gasps, came to a slow stop when Attilius had cum. Simultaneously, the servant had cum in the lady's mouth. Now the two men separated, and watched the lady swallow the juices, and then engaged in a passionate kiss. "Now boys, it's my turn!" She pretty much jumped at Attilius. She sat atop him, putting his cock in her pussy. Now she was riding him. This was real. He looked down, watching his cock disappear in her pussy. He also seen the servant readying to enter her from the back. After a couple seconds, she gasped, and the motion resumed. Soon, the lady had started to moan really loud. Anyone around could have heard it, luckily no one was around. She had cum, and didn't care much if the men did. Though she allowed them to keep going as they pleased. Once both of them had finished, The lady had gotten dressed and in the cart, as did Attilius and the servant began cracking the reins. "You did very good, boy." The lady was covered in sweat from head to toe. "Here's your gold, I'll be coming to you again. So be ready for a surprise sometime soon." "Oh my god, that's gotta be at least three hundred coins!" Attilius had never gotten that much for his services before. This was almost unheard of. "Three hundred and fifty, actually," she said, handing him a glass of wine. He gladly accepted the gold and the wine. Attilius had fallen asleep on the way back to the city, due to the loto viola. Apparently, when he awoke he thought the lady must've just dropped him off outside his town. It was really late and he needed to get home. He walked up to his house, opened the door, and collapsed on his mat of a bed, and fell asleep, exhausted.