3# Tales of long ago - Clan.

My wife is a temptress, enticing, indulging,

Reducing my morals, yet glans still are bulging.

Leading me through, needs without measure,

And leading by hand, to my hell sated pleasure.

My wife is of clan, pure blood and true,

Her kin indeed, are steeped in rue.

For lifetime of mine, I held onto pride,

Refusing to join, and trying to hide,

My will became weak, over many a year,

Desire much greater, than morals so dear.

My wife found and broke me, at weakness so low,

Her endowment of flesh, my final blow.

Whispering things, into my mind,

Into my heart, deceiving and blind.

So softly calm , so velvety warm,

Offered a turning, and welcomed a storm.

Last Thursday morn, my wife and I,

Travelled to meet, our clan eye to eye.

In time honoured fashion, needs must be met,

Both ours, and theirs, yet mine, still in dept.

In house of large measure, in unhallowed grounds,

Our indulgence in pleasure, knows simply no bounds.

My feelings were sorrow, my feelings resigned,

In thinking of God, left so far behind.

Travel was grim, despite my wife's pleasure,

In meeting our clan, all whores lost in leisure.

Yet who am I, to take moral high ground,

I am of the beast, as deep as the dammed.

Praying to God, not to forsake us,

Preying and begging, to help us, not break us.

My feelings turned to desolation,

For God in heaven,

Looking down, on immolation.

Forgive me I preyed, my tears came anew,

My heart became calmed by Him, overdue.

My wife sensed my heart, a long broken wreck,

My wife yet so subtle, breathed on my neck.

How easy I'm lost, how easy her gain,

To be swayed from my God, in this way yet again.

Her scent, God forbid, keeps me in chains,

To darken my black heart, and blood in its veins.

A door upon opening, a greeting untold,

Ignored as I rushed into yon hall of old.

My God now diminished, I looked to my role,

In a mirror to darkness reflected, my soul.

My wife now forgotten, my God, Jesus too,

I pushed past our clansmen, in favour of You.

My vision cared not of the blood, on the skin,

Or the people in chains on the floor, lost in sin,

I found by thy altar, my greatest of lovers,

I found by thy alter my dearest of brothers,

Embraced once again my Satan most proud,

Your servant, Your whore, Your carer, yet ploughed.

Let alone for such a time,

My time and Yours is most sublime.

Our peace was shared and made anew,

My mind and soul, and body too.

I ventured forth in hall to dine,

I took my place by wife, and wine.

Her mood most dark, her mood quite raw,

This beast unleashed, upon I saw ...

Her meal still living, giving and gleeful,

Her meal excited, naked, mischiefful,

Sweaty and laughing and happy to be,

My wife's dinner, one, of three.

Her drinking blood from that willing whore,

Is why our clan is steeped in lore.

There is no God within those walls,

Only Satan, clan, and winged hell calls.

My guilt had left my thoughts of mind,

I'd found my peace, within my kind.

Pleasures of Satan, pleasure of hell,

We're spoilt for choice, just ring the bell.

I took my place at wife's bare feet,

Last night was hers, in honour's meet.

Wife passed me to Elder by right way of choosing,

That night I was taken, in sexual bruising.

Chains placed on ankles, chains placed on wrists,

Shackled by neck, waist and chest, I was prone and adrift.

Hooded in leather, the smell of a woman, it's previous wearer,

Added my glans, it's biggest preparer.

My blood was drawn with barely a mark,

Hot warm and flowing, it reached a high arc,

I felt a tongue lick, long silky soft flicks,

On nipple, it teased, followed by lips.

A stroke to my chest, most feminine sigh,

Tracing a line, to my inner thigh.

Lingered on testes, both cupping and holding,

Then gently squeezing, and gently molding.

A breath on hard pride,

Woman's hair, brushed by side.

A familiar smell, of sweet fruit and lime,

Not wife but her sister, her equal, in time.

Only voice of wrath, from wife in command,

Did save me from climax, through fear and demand.

Arms circled my waist, feminine, braced,

Locked my chains, in rapid haste.

Followed by Elder rearing His glans,

At my naked form, my butt in his hands.

I'm taken through anal, wanted or not,

Last night I was, the most preferred slot.

Humility felt, my eyes downward cast,

Replaced by desire, from thrusting so fast.

My backside afire, no lube used at all,

Its hurting, and burning, and driving my sprawl.

I screamed in pain and resisted my chains,

This met with laughter, he tightened my reins,

My helpless form, in regions uncharted,

When you were finished, I'd long since departed.

My mind blown apart,

My pain off the chart.

I woke up in bed, felt ever so good,

My eyes had been opened, renewed from Your blood.

It's often enough, when you're seen the dark,

It's often enough, when you have the mark.

Lust and desire of Satan so true,

There's no turning back, from blood born in rue.

A pact made anew, a strength given too,

My power replenished, beyond the blood due.

These words a mere shadow,

Of pleasures that spawned them.

They're all I have left,

From our night with our kinsmen.