Storiesonline.net ------- Ascension by colt45 Copyright© 2007 by colt45 ------- Description: The customs of all cultures seem strange and for little purpose when viewed from outside their context. Ceremonies and rites of passage matter tremendously to those inside, but to the rest of us, we just starch our heads. This is a short story of one such custom as seen through the eyes of the principal involved. Sure we can wonder why, but in this case I say, Why not? Codes: mF fant rom cons inc mother son het span oral anal ------- I am nervous. Actually I am nervous, excited, apprehensive and damn near scared to death. Sitting in my father's chair on top of the dais, I can see most of the audience chamber. Since I was little I was always fascinated by this room: the high ceilings, lavish tapestries and the cool marble floor. It was designed to impress, to be the public face of my father's power. It demonstrated to his people that their leader was a man of substance, a man to be obeyed, a man to be feared. Its grandeur was also a reminder to those who visited that they were not just dealing with a man but with the power of his office. His was a voice that commanded armies to move, wealth to be spent, lives to be changed, judged and sometimes extinguished. He was my father. He was the Herceg. He is now dead and I am to take his place. It is the day of my Ascension. It is an awesome and terrifying thing for one so young: I am but fifteen years old. Even though I had been trained for this every day that I can remember I feel the dreaded weight of that responsibility settling on my shoulders like a dark leaden cloak; sometimes I feel like it crushes the breath from my body. Luckily I won't be alone. I won't reach my majority for another two years and one month: the day of the eighteenth anniversary of my birth. Until then I will have a counsel of advisers and the Emperor's court has sent an observer. My decisions will be vetted and discussed to no end, I am sure, but this doesn't bother me. In fact it comforts me. The ascension of a Herceg before his time is not without precedent; the procedures have long been codified in both law and custom. The governance of the Hercegent will continue as it had under my father and his father and his father's father. They say history can be a shackle, an impediment to necessary change and a burden to the young and restless. This is true, but it is also the bedrock, the anchor, of a people. The populace may grumble and complain about a hidebound régime that is slow to meet their perceived needs, but they thrive on consistency and stability. Our function is to provide that stability and every step in the process of the Ascension is designed to ensure it. Indeed, I am not alone and one of the primary providers of that stability was now standing before me. She is my Fej Feleseg, my first wife and the head of all my subsequent wives. I know her and yet I do not know who she is. This sounds more confusing than it really is for, you see, she is one of my father's wives, my birth mother. As is custom, neither I nor any of my ten brothers and sisters know who their actual birth mother is. Certainly we guess and in some cases we know who it isn't, but there is never an open acknowledgement of which child came from which womb, at least to the child. I'm not sure why this is done but it is the custom and we adhere to it. Certainly we all think about it. In fact it is a matter of considerable study and supposition for all the siblings as to which wife is actually their birth mother, for me especially since I knew that whoever it was would be sharing my reign and my bed for the remainder of our lives. Given that the dates of our birth are well documented in the heraldry as are the dates of marriage for each of the wives, one can see who might or might not be one's own birth mother. For instance, Mirana, my father's fifth wife, came to the marriage soon after my birth so she can be eliminated. Bogdana, father's Fej Feleseg, was almost sixty years old at the time of my father's Ascension and had given birth to three of my aunts and one uncle before she was thirty. Since there had been none after them it was unlikely she was my birth mother, at least I hoped not! Momma Bogdana was a feisty old lady and I'm sure was quite the beauty in her day but the thought of having to bed her now did not appeal to me. Most probably it would be either Ilinea, the second wife, Alina the third, or Dacina, the fourth. Ilinea was the eldest of the three, a stately lady in her late thirties. She had always been kind, although a bit distant to me, but for all that I liked her well enough. Dacina on the other hand was the youngest at thirty-one, the prettiest and without a doubt the most arrogant bitch I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I hoped like hell it wasn't her! On the one hand I think I would perversely enjoy shoving my cock down her throat until she choked or mounting the bitch for my own pleasure but the thought of having to deal with that cold-hearted shrew every day made me cringe. With a wife like that you may not live forever; it would just seem like it! Of the three I hoped it would be Alina. Full-bodied and womanly ripe at thirty-three, she was beautiful in her own way and without a doubt the nicest of all my father's wives. Duty demands what it may and I will do my duty as the fates declare, but I can hope, can't I? So she stands before me, three steps down from the top of the dais, covered head to foot in a long white robe with its cowl pulled down to hide her face. My Fej Feleseg: my mother and after tonight my first wife. Flanked by the four traditional observers, also cloaked and hidden from view, she stood waiting my acceptance patiently. "Herceg," spoke one of the cowled figures, "your Fej Feleseg attends you." At last I get to see who she is, who I would be spending my life with! "I see you, Fej Feleseg," I said in the traditional greeting. It was both a greeting and the acknowledgement of her position. The Fej Feleseg enjoys no power under law with the exception of reigning supreme in the Herceg's household, but tradition and custom grant them vast influence, especially in the Hercegant. Here now stood one of the powers in the empire. Her hands came up to sweep back the cowl and in seconds I was staring into the smiling face of my mother. "Hello, Cezar," Alina said with sparkling eyes and a happy smile. "I hope you aren't too disappointed." "Momma, Alina," I said standing up and holding my arms out to her, it was difficult keeping my smile respectfully subdued. The identity of the observers was supposedly a secret, but was commonly known to be the remainder of the late Herceg's wives. After tonight they would have no official standing in the court except what I would grant them, but common courtesy dictated that I not demonstrate that I indeed had a favorite and that she was the one standing before me. They had known who was to be the next Fej Feleseg from the moment of my birth; I could see no point in rubbing their faces in the fact that I was overjoyed in whom the fates had chosen as opposed to one of them. Gracefully she mounted the dais steeps and flowed into my waiting arm. Our lips met as our arms encircled each other and immediately I felt hers part slightly as her tongue gently touched mine requesting entry. This I did gladly and our tongues dueled together in a lover's dance that made my head swim. It was one of the most sensual and erotic kisses I have ever had and believe me I am no shy virgin coming to the wedding bed! Sexual experimentation is not only expected but encouraged in the Herceg heir. After all, one of our main functions is to produce an heir to continue the line. I have been sexually active since I was able to maintain an erection and produce seed. The great number of young and willing maids and attendants waiting on me was no accident, after all. It is considered a good omen if the heir can produce children before his Ascension and although they are provided no official standing in the empire, by tradition and custom both the mother and child are well-treated and taken care of. Of course I was not informed if any of the ladies I bedded became pregnant but I wouldn't be surprised since three or four of my favorites did disappear over the course of the past two years. I was only told they had been reassigned but I intend to follow up after my Ascension and see to their comfort if this did indeed happen. Of course I will be expected to confine my stud services to only my wives after tonight, at least until after I have produced an heir. But with the average number of wives being five and sometimes six I can't see how that could be considered a sacrifice! Reluctantly I broke our kiss and brought my lips close to her ear. "I am so glad it is you," I whispered. "I prayed it would be; you have always been my favorite." "I'm glad," she whispered back. "I have been dreaming of this for what seems like forever." Then she chuckled softly. "I understand you work hard to pleasure your women and I've been looking forward to that even more!" I blushed and hoped it wasn't too obvious although it hardly mattered anymore. She was my wife and what we spoke of between the two of us were for us alone. The observers were here for the initial ceremony but after this we would be alone as much as we wished. Breaking our embrace, she took a step back, her hand going to the knot under her chin and suddenly the robe was falling to the floor to pool around her feet. She was naked, and so beautiful! "You understand what must be done?" she asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. I nodded but she continued as if I hadn't been instructed in the ceremony. "You will take me in my mouth so that I may demonstrate my worship of your body. Then you will take me as a woman to show that I am your wife." Finally she looked at me and I could swear her eyes got a little rounder and her breath started coming a little faster. "Lastly you shall take me in my anus to demonstrate to the world that I am your slave and you are my master, that I am totally submissive to your will and your desires." I was correct, she did seem to be breathing more rapidly and there was a slight flush of color in her cheeks. I didn't fully understand that, I had always heard that anal intercourse was painful or at least uncomfortable for the woman. That's probably why it was part of the ceremony, to show that the woman fully submits to her husband even if the act is degrading and painful. Again I didn't fully understand the point of this part of the ceremony, but it didn't stop me from getting excited. "Shall we begin?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. I nodded not fully trusting my power of speech at that time. Without saying anything further she reached up and untied the robe I was wearing and pushed it back and off of my shoulders. Seconds later my robe was also heaped on the floor and I was as naked as she. Looking down she saw my erection; I was as hard as I had ever been, and she smiled as she slowly knelt in front of me. Pausing for a moment she stared at my cock and I heard her whisper quietly as if to herself, "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" I hardly had time for this to register in my mind before her hands encircled me, grasping my buttocks, her mouth opened and she engulfed my cock. It was amazing! Now don't get me wrong: I've had plenty of women pleasure me orally and I always enjoyed it but this was different from any of the others, it was incredible! I had been warned not to pleasure myself or allow anyone else to do so for the three days preceding the ceremony and I hadn't. I was as full and ready as I had ever been and I could tell immediately I wouldn't last very long. It didn't seem that she wanted to prolong our first time either since she sucked gently, licked and nibbled at my member with what I could only say was adoration and worship. I groaned as I felt my balls tighten and she moved her head back slightly until just the spongy head was firmly held by her lips. I grunted as I came, spewing my seed in her mouth and onto her waiting tongue. My legs felt weak but she held me firm until I could stand upright unassisted. I looked down and saw she was looking up at me, my cock still resting in her tightly clenched and smiling lips. If you have never seen a woman smile at you with your cock still in her mouth let me tell you there is nothing better in the whole world. I also smiled and I could tell she could see the love and devotion I had for her. Her smile got even bigger and I swear there was an actual twinkle in her eyes. When she was sure I could stand on my own she released my cock giving it a light kiss as it plopped out of her mouth. Standing she turned to the observers and even though I couldn't see what she did I knew she opened her mouth to show them my seed covering her tongue. One by one the observers nodded and after the last one had acknowledged her receipt of my gift she closed her mouth and swallowed loudly. Turning back to me she grinned and again my arms were filled with soft, warm and wonderfully naked female flesh. I had become partially flaccid after my orgasm but the feel of her in my arms brought it back to full strength immediately. "Ah, the boon of youth," she chuckled as we snuggled together pressing as much of our skin together as possible. "Would you like to rest for awhile?" she asked. "Something to drink? We have as much time as you want. The feast will wait for as long as it takes." "I want you now," I said somewhat breathlessly as she purred happily. "Good," she answered, "because I want you inside of me as soon as possible." Taking my hand she led me to the platform bed that had been set up behind the dais just for this occasion. It was low and there were four chairs placed around it allowing the observers an unimpeded view of the action. I had been worried that I might feel uncomfortable about having others watch me fuck my mother for the first time but now that the moment was upon us I found I couldn't care less if the whole Hercegent was there, I wanted my cock in her right then! She let go of my hand as we reached the bed and crawled up and lay on her back, spreading her legs all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine. She had a hungry look on her face and her body trembled. I thought maybe she was nervous but later she told me it was because she was so excited she could barely control herself. I understood that completely; at the time I could hardly control myself either. Settling down into the bed I grasped her legs under her knees and lifted while pushing them apart at the same time. Her sex opened up to me like a flower unfurling and it was magnificent! Light pink skin was exposed as the outer and darker lips parted I could see she was already wet and ready. However, always the gentleman, I wanted to make sure she was ready for me. I had been taught — and I firmly believe it to be true — that the more pleasure you give in bed the more you will receive. I know some men enjoy the physical aspect of dominating their women, being able to force themselves on an even unwilling recipient, but I never understood that. For me being able to release my seed inside a woman is as close to heaven on this earth as one can get; to do so with a willing and fully participating partner just makes it better. I get enjoyment from their pleasure. I don't think that is strange but even if it is I don't care; being Herceg means never having to say you're sorry. All the women I had been with enjoyed having their flowers licked and I was betting my mother was no different. Having spread her legs apart I bent my head for my first taste of her essence. One swipe of my tongue confirmed it: This was the nectar of the gods! "Oh, Cezar," she moaned and grabbed my hair. "Just fuck me, baby! You don't have to do that!" I released one of her legs and she quickly grabbed it pulling it farther back against her chest opening herself up even farther to me. Firmly I spanked her exposed butt cheek eliciting a squeal of surprise from her. "Don't tell me how to use my woman," I said firmly. "I want to taste you and I shall. Soon enough I will mount you like a bull taking his cow. Until then I shall please myself." "Yes, Lord Husband!" She groaned and pulled her legs back even further until her thighs were squashing her breasts and her knees were almost flat on her shoulders. Since she was taking care of her legs I released the final one and dove into her wonderful honey pot gobbling up as much of her delicious nectar as I could. I was enjoying myself thoroughly and I'm sure she was too, since I think she had at least one orgasm and maybe two. I'd like to say I spent hours pleasuring her but I'd be lying. After too short a time my cock had sucked all the excess blood from my body and now demanded I place it where it wanted to go. I happily complied. My final lick at the small nubbin at the top of her slit produced a delightful shiver through her whole body and I climbed up on top of her until we were face to face and she looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. "Let me," she entreated as she reached under the both of us and grabbed my cock, guiding it until the head was directly against her extremely wet sex. "Push into me, baby," she moaned. "Don't stop, just push all the way in." I did and soon my cock was enfolded by the searing heat of a fully aroused woman, there is no feeling like it! "Fuck me, Cezar," she begged. "Fuck me hard!" I'd like to say I made slow, passionate love to my mother that first time but again I'd be lying. I fucked her. I fucked her hard! Rearing back until I almost came out I slammed back into the womb I came from almost sixteen years earlier. Again and again I thrust into my mother as she wailed, moaned and grunted beneath me. Her nails clawed at my back and her legs wrapped around and crushed me in a grip that would have been painful if I hadn't been otherwise occupied. Like a bull I snorted and grunted, sawing into her with the single-mindedness of an animal mating. I didn't even think of her pleasure this time, I didn't think at all. I was a rutting male doing his damnedest to impregnate his female. Suddenly I could feel my orgasm and with one last thrust I held myself as deeply inside her as I could. She felt it also, screaming and shaking as I emptied myself into her womb. Semiconscious, I slumped down on top of her, crushing her to the bed as she cooed into my ear and caressed my back with her hands. A little later I pushed myself up onto my elbows and knees taking my full weight off her. I wanted to apologize for using her like that but she didn't give me a chance. When I looked down at her, the expression on her face I could only describe as total bliss and adoration. "Oh, Cezar," she hummed, "that was wonderful! So perfect. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Reaching up she pulled my head down and proceeded to cover my face with kisses. I didn't understand it; I had just used her like a masturbation toy and she loved it! Well, I knew I damn well liked it and if she was happy then that was all that mattered! After a few minutes my cock grew flaccid and slipped out of her. She felt it and smiled up at me as she gently pushed me off to the side and spread her legs for the observers. I'd forgotten they were there! She showed them my spend leaking out of her slit and one by one they nodded as they had before. When the last one had seen the evidence she sighed and lay down beside me and I gently took her in my arms and cuddled her softly next to me. "Oh, Cezar!" she sighed softly again. "It has never been that good before." "Didn't Father..." I started before realizing it was probably a very indelicate question. "Never," Alina shook her head. "The Herceg ... Well, he liked little boys more than women, but you knew that." I did. It was common knowledge. It wasn't exactly frowned upon, but it wasn't publicly gossiped about either. After all he was the Herceg and he could do as he pleased so long as he sired an heir, which he did. "The Herceg would couple with us as was his duty, but it wasn't his pleasure nor ours." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said and I meant it. "I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you ... to all of you." "Oh, you're going to make it up to me many times," she chuckled. "As for your other mothers ... Maybe as Herceg you can allow them ... that is let them..." "I understand," I had to chuckle myself. As Herceg I could dictate their lives. I could allow them sexual company or I could demand they stay celibate depending on my whim. Suddenly I understood maybe why Dacina was such a bitch. In that situation I wondered how I might react. "I promise, as Herceg they will be allowed whatever companionship they desire." Was I mistaken or did I hear a soft sigh from at least one of the observers? I ignored it. After all, what did I care? If they could find pleasure in their retirement then why not let them. I felt no anger towards them, even Dacina. At the very least if they were happy I could count on their support. "You always were a good boy," she said caressing my cheek, "and now you have grown to be a good man. Are you ready to continue?" "I think I need a little rest," I answered, "and maybe something to drink. You wore me out, woman." "I haven't even started," she laughed but pushed up to retrieve the pitcher of water and two cups provided for that purpose. I was surprised to see one of the observers had already retrieved those objects and had in fact poured a drink for each of us. I had always been told the observers were there just to observe and not to interact; maybe my promise of kindness was already bearing fruit! I was thirsty but I needed a little time anyway. The first two acts of the ceremony had been very enjoyable — for both of us, I truly believe — but now came the third. I had to take my mother's ass. I hated the thought of hurting her especially since now I knew I not only loved her but was in love with her. I have never enjoyed pain for pleasure and I wasn't sure I could perform. She must have sensed my unease and tried to draw it out of me. "What is it that troubles you, My Lord Husband?" she inquired with a frown. I had no intention of starting our life together by being dishonest but it wasn't easy to say. I said it anyway. "Oh, that," she laughed. I swear her eyes twinkled even brighter. "I can assure you that is not a problem," she continued in a husky voice. I noticed her breath was coming a little quicker and the flush was back in her cheeks. "Let me tell you a little secret: I like it. That's right; I like a little pain, especially where my bottom is concerned." Now her breathing was becoming even faster and she had an almost-wild look in her eye. "I want you to take my ass; I want you to make me your slave. Use me for your pleasure." She was obviously getting excited and as her excitement increased so did mine. "I want you to take this big fat cock," she grabbed my growing member, "and I want you to shove it up my rear so far it comes out my mouth." I had never heard the like from any woman let alone one of my elegant mothers. Damn, it was exciting! Pushing her slightly she closed her eyes and moaned, rolled over and positioned herself. Her face and arms were lying flat on the mattress, hands tightly clutching the satin sheets as her ass stuck up in the air like a cat in heat waiting to be mounted. I came up behind her and gently pulled her cheeks apart until I could see the little rosebud of her anus winking at me. I swear it was opening and closing in anticipation. I lost all hesitation at that time. Why I did what I did next I still don't know; it seemed like the right thing to do and looking back I guess it was. I looked at that perfect ass, at her blubbering into the mattress and I pulled my hand back... SMACK! I hit her sharply on one cheek. She shrieked and began writhing on the bed trying to force her ass up even further into the air. Smack! I hit her on the other cheek. I didn't hit her hard; it was an open palmed slap and I know it must have stung but I doubt it caused much pain. She shimmied and shook, sobbing into the mattress and I wondered if I had gone too far. She dispelled that quick enough. "Fuck me, Master!" she screamed back at me. "Fuck my ass, you son-of-a-bitch! Damn it, fuck me!" she wailed. What could I do? By that time I was about as excited as I had ever been. Taking my cock in my hand I lined it up to her little hole and began pressing in. "Harder, you bastard!" she cursed, "Get that fucking pole in my ass!" Surprised I grabbed her hips and thrust forward as hard as I could. The ring around her anus resisted for a second but gave way quickly and suddenly I found myself balls deep in the hottest, tightest thing I had ever experienced. It was like someone was holding me in their closed fist and I held still for a moment as she sobbed and beat her hands on the mattress. All I could hear was, "Yes! Yes! It feels soooo good!" After a minute she looked back up at me and all I could see was the dichotomy of the tears streaming down her face and the huge smile on her lips. "Fuck me, Master," she begged softly. "Fuck your mother-slave. Fuck my ass and cum inside of me, please?" What could I do? My mother was begging me to fuck her ass, use her like a cheap whore, cum inside her bowels. I did. I couldn't do it gently; it still felt like someone was grabbing me with a clenched fist. I pulled back and thrust forward into her. She groaned. Another thrust and a moan. More thrusts and she shrieked. In the back of my mind I worried that I might damage her but my body had no such compunction; I fucked into her. Later she told me she had started orgasming when I first entered and each subsequent thrust produced another small one, something like aftershocks following a major earthquake. Needless to say it wasn't long before I felt the pressure build and I screamed, "I'm cuming!" as I spewed in her. Together we tumbled to the mattress and I lay on top of her for a moment, both of us breathing hard until I finally had the presence of mind to roll to the side as she sighed. She looked tired as she opened her eyes and looked at me, tired and happy. She smiled and slowly reached out to caress my face. Then she got an almost evil little grin and said, "Do you need to see his cum leaking out of my ass?" "I think we can safely assume we know what happened," came the dry reply. There was a snort from one direction and giggling from another. I felt like I had been beat up on the practice field and wanted to do little else except sleep. I lay there quietly until I felt a warm, wet cloth gently wiping my shriveled cock. I looked down and one of the observers was looking at me as she cleaned. I could see into the cowl and I was surprised to see Dacina looking back at me, a smile on her lips. "Thank you, Lord Herceg," she said simply. That's right; I was now "officially" the Herceg. "No, thank you," I said, after all she was the one cleaning me. "I haven't done anything for you to thank me." "You said you would allow us pleasure," she said. "You didn't have to do that." "All of you deserve any pleasure you can find," I said. "You don't need to thank me." "Maybe," she started then paused before continuing with a grin. "Maybe you can pleasure me when you have a chance." "That will be for my Fej Feleseg to say," was all I could answer. Who knows? I'm sure stranger things have happened in the empire. A vég (The End.) Edited by Morgan ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-10-24 Last Modified: 2010-01-06 / 10:39:20 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------