The Red Room, Unknown City, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
The spinning never seemed to cease as Alain's hazel eyes opened to find that he'd still been in the confines of the grotesque red room. He had not known how long he'd been out of it as each passing day continued to go by in something of a blur and his weary young mind was still on occasion fogged by the inability to recall his life outside of this room and the overwhelming sensation of lust that made thinking all the more difficult. He awoke once more to find that he was still naked feeling the uncomfortable sensation of stickiness as a result of not having been bathed in quite some time following his various sexual escapades with the strange women who had been intent on keeping him in this even stranger place. He marveled at the fact that he had the stamina to keep up with their demands seeding them all multiple times before they each had their fill and the occasional encore performance when the lovely girl with blue eyes came to see him in private.
He recalled her name and was given to something of a lazy smile.
Esme, she had told him it was and he introduced himself in kind.
It was strange learning her name only after the repeated shagging sessions, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to care much about that.
He liked her.
He liked her a lot especially when he'd been inside her and she seemed to like him too always sneaking into his room whenever the other girls weren't looking or off running errands. He didn't mind it, shagging her was almost worth enduring all the strangeness that surrounded this place and the other women.
Alain sat up gingerly moving his rather heavy body as he took further note of his surroundings. As he noted before, there had been no usable window, the one that did come with the room was painted over via the red paint that lined the walls a long time ago and he recalled them locking the door to the room often. The light from beneath the door often came in when the sun had been up and it gave at least a minor indication as to what time of day it might have been.
He attempted to get up off the bed, finding it much more difficult than he anticipated. The length of his hair had increased quite a bit and he was beginning to grow out a beard due to the lack of shaving. He guessed it had been about a month or two since he'd first arrived and found it left him flabbergasted.
He'd been shagging these strange women for nearly a month without end and possibly more depending on where he'd been in terms of the year. He found it strange that his father had never come looking for him. Or rather he might have given him up for dead after he had disappeared without a trace. The amount of time passing would certainly explain the lack of search. Alain sighed having very little to do as he stood examining himself as best he could despite the scarcity of light available to him.
His cock was still quite impressive despite being sore, but not unpleasantly so as it had been flaccid since his awakening and he hoped for it to remain so given how it throbbed when he'd been overly excited causing his soreness to intensify. It hung about the length of his knee when not erect and he was careful about it swinging with his steps.
The unmistakable stench of sex filled the room as well as the thick perfume from each of the women whenever they entered causing it to linger even when they had left him behind. Alain tried his best not to think of them, knowing all too well what arousal at this time would bring. He shifted his focus to attempting to guess how long he'd been locked up in this strange place.
Frustration at not knowing much of anything aside from his name and the many sex acts he had performed since his arrival was starting to get to him. The clicking of the locks and the twisting of the iron knob had gotten his attention. He stood in the center of the room as the dark-skinned woman with green eyes appeared before him. She was fully dressed, something that caught him off guard since the last encounter, and carrying of all things a set of keys that were hanging on a large metal loop.
She walked over toward him, as bold as ever, and captured his lips into an intense kiss that almost immediately made his already aching cock stand on end. She smiled a wicked smile before lowering her hand and leading him via his aroused cock out of the red room and into the darkened hall.
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The Washroom, Strange Manor, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
While it was apparently understood that he'd make no sudden movements, he had not wanted to chance to upset her while she held his cock in her grasp as she lead him down the winding hall and into a back room that appeared to have been where a large tub was kept. There were no windows here either just painted walls of horrid yellow and a white tiled floor below them. She brought him to the tub, which was already filled with warm soapy water and smelled of oils and even had some bubbles as she instructed him to climb inside.
Alain did as she wanted climbing into the tub as she watched him intently. He allowed the warm water to run over his weary muscles and of course, his cock which had been protruding from the surface of the water and his lap. He hissed as the water came in contact with his sensitive flesh and moaned as the dark-skinned woman with green eyes walked over toward him. He could see from his position in the tub that her belly, despite her fancy dress had been pudged some since the last time he noticed and she treated him to something of a smile as she approached.
"Èske li plezi pou w wè pitit ou a?" she asked in that strange language of hers that had only hinted at French.
Alain watched her as she kneeled beside him taking his water-slick hand in hers and kissing it before putting it against her belly.
His cock twitched in reaction and it seemed to amuse her all the more. He didn't know why but he was unsure how to feel about having sired a child with a woman whose name he had not known.
She kissed him at that moment as his hand rested on her belly, her tongue as vigorous as ever sliding into his mouth as he returned her kiss. Alain groaned as his arousal once more clouded his mind and she pulled back smiling as she began to wash his body seemingly pleased to have the opportunity to do so.
Once his bath had been concluded. Alain was permitted to get out of the tub and he obliged. He followed the mother of his unborn child from the washroom and up the long and winding staircase toward the main bedrooms where it appeared they had prepared a special room for him with a window and a view.
He entered to find that the light-skinned woman with the brown eyes was also expecting and her belly pudged as she smiled at him rubbing the place where their child was growing inside her as she swept across the room and kissed him on the lips fondling his still aroused cock in the process.
The two women left him and headed downstairs after sharing a few more heated kisses before closing and locking him inside. Alain looked over at the window, glad to have light and even more pleased that he had been out of that grotesque red room once and for all it seemed.
He ventured toward the new bed, a large black four-poster bed with a blue duvet and crisp white sheets, and plush soft white pillows. He seemed content for the time being as he climbed into bed trying his best to ignore his arousal as it only seemed to intensify as he thought of the women with swollen bellies due to his seed.
THIS IS WRONG!
His weary mind attempted to tell him, but his arousal won out as visions of the pregnant women continued to plague his mind.
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Random Bedroom, The Strange Manor, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Nightfall had caught him off guard as the locks on the door clicked and the iron knob rattled before it opened and his eyes fell upon the lovely Esme who had seemed to share the predicament of her older sisters due to their frequent coupling. Alain climbed up off the bed as she closed and locked the door appearing desperate as she threw herself into his awaiting arms. He kissed her softly taking note of her pregnancy up close as he moved his hand to her belly. She smiled at him, a lovely smile if ever he saw one, and took his hand as she led him back to the bed.
She could see he'd been aroused and slowly sat him on the edge of the bed while she got undressed. The moment her dress slipped onto the floor, Alain had been focused on her and her body. He could see the pudge of her belly in the flesh as he approached fascinated by the wondrous act that had been taking place in her womb.
Esme seemed a bit timid when it came to his appreciation for her pregnant body. He treated her to a smile as he pulled her into his kiss before slowly lying her down on the bed amid the tossed-about pillows as she looked up at him. Alain kissed her neck slowly taking in the sweet smell of her scent and enjoying the slow easy moments that seemed to happen for them alone. She touched his face and stared deeply into his hazel eyes loving how they seemed to stare back at her with just as much love and need as her blue eyes had his.
This wasn't supposed to be this way.
Her falling for their mark.
The young man who had been much too young to know the value of his own seed but virile enough to make them all pregnant so that the line could continue without the interference of an outside man who would take all they own and force them to live out their lives beneath his spiteful heel.
That was how her elder sister Noémie had put it when she presented the plan to both Esme and Maëlle. She had convinced them that to marry was to lose all sense of themselves and to be at the mercy of a man who would be more inclined to dominate and humiliate them for the sake of vanity while they withered into nothing and watched their great house and fortune become swallowed up by common riffraff.
Noemie had come up with the perfect plan, to find a man whose name had not been known and who had some level of noble breeding that would be young enough not to know the value of his sire and could impregnate them all at once. They would have their heirs be they boys or girls and no other man would take what rightfully belonged to them.
Alain had been the perfect mark.
Esme had brought him home and the rest had been courtesy of her sisters after they talked her into being the first to bed him, losing her virtue in the process due to the worthy cause of preserving their way of life. She'd only been sixteen, she deduced that young Alain had been of a similar age when she first met him. It made what she had to do a lot easier, as approaching a man of reasonably older age was always a risk.
It was only supposed to be until he'd managed to get them all pregnant. He had accomplished this a month prior but they couldn't seem to get enough of him. He'd been the only man to have them all their virtue and their bodies alike and they enjoyed their time with him. Alain had been none the wiser drugged out of his mind via the herbs and teas brewed by Noemie's skillful hands.
Even at this moment, Alain had not been in control of his own mind as the concoction she brewed made him forget himself and his past and focus only on his lust as he became more and more aroused. It was simply a matter of dosing his wine and tea respectively after that. He had even forgotten when they came to feed him. His mind was only on pleasure as he could feel only his need for them as they intended.
So far removed had been the life he long left and the past month of bedding three beautiful women didn't seem to make him all that eager to leave them even when his mind had seemed to come back to itself.
Esme moaned as Alain kissed her lips. He seemed quite intent on being with her the most, a natural thing given his previous attraction to her before being drugged. She had not been too keen on sharing him with her sisters after their first encounter as she'd fallen for him as well growing jealous in secret every time he bedded the others.
She believed he seemed to sense it and always awaited her return whenever they had gone to bed eager to please as he slipped his cock inside her stretching her beyond her limits as she moaned in his ear like always.
How could he not be hers?
Esme moaned out loud as the memory gave way to reality, as she felt him slowly enter her from behind careful as not to harm their growing child in the wake of their mutual need for one another. She felt his grip on her hips as he began the long slow thrusts into her warmth that he craved so often.
Hot tears began to stream down the supple cheeks of young Esme as she felt him inside her. Her young heart had been filled to bursting to have the man she loved be the father of her child, but her mind would not let her forget the deception and cruelty that made the act transpire. She had seduced him and kept his will bound via a drug to obtain pleasure just like her sisters had. His father had come to the door in search of his son and she had participated in distracting him so that he would not recognize the voice at the door.
She knew it was wrong despite how right he felt inside her and the baby growing from their mutual love, would have been none the wiser. Against her elder sister's wishes, she had allowed herself to get too close to him, forgoing all the warnings about men in the past.
Alain had not been like that.
She sensed goodness in him and modeled decency, unlike anything she'd seen growing up in this place of sadness and debauchery. She had loved him and she was enjoying the feel of him being inside her even now but her mind would not let her forget the awful truth of it all.
She had stolen him.
She had stolen his love.
She had stolen his seed right along with her sisters.
She continued to steal from him in the wake of her greed as Alain continued his slow thrusts. Esme knew not if he'd belonged to another, but she had not been of the mind to ignore her own selfish desire to keep the handsome young man she loved in her bed and between her thighs for as long as she could.
"Esme..." he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck while groaning in reaction to the warmth that enveloped his massive appendage.
"Alain..." she replied in something of a breathless whisper.
Their mutual act continued well until the break of day as Esme felt the all too familiar release that filled her depths as Alain kissed her neck and bit at her exposed shoulder. His long brown hair had been an unkempt mess and she felt the scratchy tickle of his growing beard against her soft flesh.
"Mwen renmen ou," said Esme softly.
Alain did not reply as he was busy snoring beside her having been exhausted from his previous efforts.
Once more hot tears streamed down the cheeks of the still-awakened Esme.
Try as she might to pretend otherwise.
She knew keeping him here in her family home locked away and drugged out of his mind was wrong. With a heavy heart, she turned to him placing his hand on her belly as she placed her own hand across his sleeping face.
"Mwen renmen ou," she said again softly before kissing him once more. "My sweet Alain."