Darkest Dawn Pt. 01

This is a dark erotic fantasy, inspired by the animes "Bible Black" and "Living Sex Toy Delivery". All participating characters are over the legal age of 18, and any descriptions matching real people are unintentional. The central theme of the series Sci-Fi & Fantasy, but also has elements of Non-consent and erotic couplings. If these themes do not arouse you, feel free to look elsewhere for your stroke fantasies.

Otherwise, enjoy...

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Prologue:

They say it is darkest before the dawn, but what happens when the darkness overtakes the dawn? What happens when the dawn sparks an even darker day than the night prior? When is it time to flee the rising sun?

For Adam Foxhole, it was the night prior, but either through arrogance or idiocy, he thought it would be a wise course of action to steal from the Sisterhood of the Five.

The Sisterhood of the Five, a devoted Coven of witches, worshipers of the Five Gods of Tev'Nyr; Lux, the Goddess of the Moon and Stars, protector of travellers, Xel, Goddess of the land and harvest, Vol, God of Fire and Sailor of the Sunrise, Paz, God of Water and the Libido, And Vel, Goddess of Love and The Weaver of time, life and death. Five Gods, five Mistresses, five thousand gold pieces in their vault, or so Adam thought. What he got instead was a trap, set for him, and any other would-be thief.

There he sat in a cold dark cell, stripped naked and chained, blindfolded and gagged, with only his nose and ears to inform him of anything around him. He knew from the whimpers and grunts that he wasn't alone, that there were at least four other men in the cell with him, all naked as he. He could barely see past the dark material of his blindfold, except for a tiny pinhole near the bridge of his nose, and as he turned back and forth, could see, and smell, the other men in the room. One was a burly chap, likely a guard, one was a lanky fellow, maybe a cobbler from the look of his calloused hands.

And then there was Adam, himself, tall and lean. Before he was captured, he was the youngest thief in the guild. At twelve, he swindled a woman out of her purse by begging for a few scraps and a helpless expression, crocodile tears, and a bruise over his eye, caked on by mud. At sixteen, he managed to steal a chest filled with jewels from a caravan without being seen. Now, at twenty, he was nude in a cell, smelling the body odour and fear of everyone else.

Then, without warning, a blinding light appeared in the center of the room, though most couldn't see it from their blindfolds. Adam turned his gaze slightly to the left but was able to make out the outline of a naked woman in the light. The next thing he knew, he was lifted off the ground and his chains vanished. He was then dropped into nothing and landed on a wooden plank, his legs and arms spread outward, and he felt a dozen hands on him, forcing his limbs outward in a spread eagle position, felt leather straps being pulled over them and a hot liquid pouring onto his body.

Within moments, he felt his body go rigid, then limp. Well, almost limp. Whatever they poured on him left him immobilized except for one key thing. His cock, which was soft the entire time he was in that cell, was suddenly hard, standing at full mast, ten inches long. His balls, heavy with seed, hung low.

Then, out of nowhere, a body pressed against him, and he heard a woman's voice, "Mother of the Weave, give us strength. Master of Sex, give us power. Mistress of Night, grant us vitality."

She sounded very aroused, Adam guessed, because a moment later, her body began to rub against his, and a lithe hand grasped his cock and began to stroke him hard. He felt his balls tighten slightly and his cock ached. A set of gentle lips caressed his neck and he tried to jerk away but found he couldn't. He tried to speak, to protest, to demand to be released, but his lips refused to move. His entire mouth was stuck, half open from the grunting when he tried to protest the many hands on him. Now, he felt drool seep from his open mouth and gritted teeth as the woman kept stroking him and rubbed her breasts against his.

Soon after she began, a second pair of hands touched his body, this time running along his abdomen and legs. He felt his nerves react to the second pair and felt his cock twitch. The second woman spoke in a sultry tone, "This specimen is perfect, so young, fresh, and quite sexy. It'd be a shame to leave him unattended for long!"

The first voice hissed, "Back off, Leanne!"

"DO NOT USE OUR NAMES, MOTHER SUPERIOR!!!!!!!!" Leanne bellowed, "The Gods may not care, but these men cannot know our identities!"

"Do not question me!" the first voice snapped, "This is mine. When I'm done, you may have him!"

Leanne appeared to have obeyed and left because Adam felt the hand on his thigh leave.

"Now that that's settled, let's have some fun, shall we?" The Mother Superior said, pressing into Adam's side. A moment later, Adam felt pressure on his whole body as the woman mounted him and impaled her pussy onto his cock. She began to bounce up and down. Adam felt the moistness of the woman's pussy as she rode him, and he screamed in his mind, 'Get off me, you fucking whore!'

The woman cackled, "Scream at me all you want, slave. You're nothing but a tool!" She said, which confirmed Adam's fears that this was the Goddess' intendant, the Coven's leader. And the fact that she was fucking him without his consent enraged Adam, despite being helpless to prevent it. It seemed to make her more aroused, and she responded by riding him harder, which only made his cock more erect.

In no time at all, Adam felt his balls tighten and he felt his cock about to erupt. He didn't know if the Mother Superior knew it but he felt himself cum without warning, spurting four or five jets of cum inside her womb. She let out a high laugh as she dismounted his cock and Adam heard her snap her fingers. A moment later, something happened. His cock began to deflate, but in an instant, it was grasped with another hand and more liquid poured on it. The liquid made his cock go fully erect once again, and another pussy mounted him.

Was this Leanne? Or some other woman? The pussy felt tighter, almost as if it was from a younger woman. He felt the newcomer had a tight hole, meaning it was likely someone new to sex. He tried to move his head, to see where the Mother Superior went, but like before, he couldn't move.

For the next few hours, it went on like this, whoever was fucking him rode him to climax, then more liquid was poured on his cock to make it hard once more, and each time he felt his balls fill with more cum. He knew for a fact it wasn't humanly possible to cum more than three times on average, but throughout the night, he felt himself erupt seven or eight times, but it was always one of five women who rode him. What was their goal? To get pregnant? Was that why they were taking it inside their wombs?

If so, why not simply ask? Adam was young, virile, and perpetually horny. He could have easily consented and had a wild night of sex, providing the women with a worthwhile experience, but this? Being unable to move, forced to be an instrument of pleasure? This wasn't fun, this wasn't right, and this wasn't what he thought a respected Coven would do! Surely the Gods didn't permit this kind of debauchery. And he knew he wasn't alone. There were four other men in the room, all of whom were getting raped alongside him.

It was in the fourth or fifth hour that the women finally stopped, and Adam felt mentally and physically exhausted. He'd been used as a fucking post for.. Gods, he forgot how long at that point, but with one last thrust, the last woman grunted and he felt his cock burst into her, in two measly spurts.

"This one is done, he's weaker than the guard!" Said the woman, he knew was Leanne. She dismounted him and slapped his deflated cock, "In all our rituals, this wasn't the most virile of young men, but he was handsome and had a lovely body. Who'd have thought a Thief would be less satisfying than a monk?"

A monk? Did they rape a monk? Monks were celibate, and to be used by witches in that way, would have meant they'd get sent to the underworld, They ruined a monk's life and denied him the afterlife. These women were beyond evil!

"Give these men the essence of Wolfsbane." Said the Mother Superior, "Let them wake when they're closest to death. Give them a fighting chance."

Adam tried to move, to escape, to run, but it was useless. Whatever kept him paralyzed was still in effect, and as soon as a dark shadow hovered over him, he saw through the pinhole in his blindfold, a sad face, the face of a beautiful woman, no older than he was. She had a tear streaking down her cheek as she opened a small vial and poured the contents into his open mouth. Then everything went dark once more.

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Chapter 1

Adam woke with a start, his body aching and slowly coming back to him. He was able, ever-so-slowly, to move his neck. He was lying at the mouth of a large cave. An acrid stench emanated from the cave, and he knew from the bones near the entrance what lay inside it.

He slowly moved, his body coming back to life. He tried three times to stand and managed to lift onto his knees on the fourth try. He saw that the other four men were also slowly getting up, and saw the guard stagger to his feet, naked and burly, standing over six feet tall, his cock was smaller than Adam's, and he was a lot more hairy.

The other three were wildly different. The cobbler wasn't moving, despite his head shifting from side to side. There was also a fat man, whom Adam recognized as the Baker from a nearby town. Adam tried again and managed to get to his feet, and very slowly tried to run, but only managed a slight jog as he rushed away from the cave entrance. The guard tried to follow but stumbled over the lanky cobbler. The baker and the other man still on the ground tried to get to their feet but crumpled under their weight.

Then, a loud bellowing roar sounded from inside the cave and Adam tried in vain to run, to flee from any sight of the cave. He could hear rumbling footsteps and only managed to glance back in time to see the head of a dragon reach out of the cave's entrance. He turned and ran as fast as he was able and took cover in the bushes, where he was able to hide long enough to evade detection. He faintly heard the screams and crunching sounds of bones being broken as the dragon ate the other men.

Cursing his cowardice, Adam wept as his body's functions returned to him. Curse them, the witches, the dragon, the Mother Superior, the damned gods themselves! 'When I find out who they are, they're dead, they're all dead! Every last...' His thoughts evaporated as he felt his body fail him and he fell into a deep sleep.

***

Adam's body was limp, and it was easy for Evelyn to pick him up and carry him to safety, once the dragon was content with the other victims. She was devastated that she couldn't save them all, to stall the ritual, or to end her mother's plans. But she was glad to have saved the one she wanted most, the one who was more handsome and beautiful than any she had experienced. She felt his cock inside her the night before. It was wonderful. In comparison, none of the others made her feel special or womanly. His was the one she had enjoyed. The guard wasn't attractive, the cobbler was too lanky, and the others were too small.

"The thief was perfect. His was my first, and I will never let anything happen to him!" Evelyn said aloud to no one but herself. She'd been enamoured by him from the start, ever since she saw him on the rooftop opposite her room. She went and called for her mother, pointed him out to her, and asked for him to be given to her. But her mother had other plans and used him for the ritual. She broke her promise to Evelyn, and now his life is tied to hers.

She repeated those words in her mind as she carried his limp body to a cart, then mounted the saddle and rode her horse to safety. Several miles outside of town, she set camp, placed Adam near a campfire for warmth, and draped him in a blanket. She then set everything else in camp and began her ritual. For the next few hours before the crack of dawn, she busied herself with preparing the marriage rites she needed to bind herself to him forever.

While she did this, Adam's unconscious mind drifted deeper into the void.

***

Adam's eyes opened to a celestial brightness, to a dazzling orange sky, and five thrones situated in a semi-circle before him. Seated in those thrones were five naked figures.

The Gods appraised him and beckoned him forward. As Adam approached, he became aware that he, too, was naked. His limp cock bounced on his legs as he moved and he caught a glimpse at the three naked women and two nude men. The women each had a different style and colour of hair, but their breasts were the same size; G-cups. The two men were large and muscular, with powerful limbs and massive cocks. One was blonde and had long shoulder-length hair set like a mullet. The other was trimmed brown and had a mane of chest hair along his powerful pectorals.

Adam stopped at the foot of the dais and looked up, trying to look into the Gods' eyes, but kept glancing at the Goddesses' breasts and shaven pussies.

The one sitting directly in front of him, a blonde with cascading hair that descended to her waist, spoke first, "Adam Foxhole. You stand before the Five, kneel before your Gods, mortal."

Adam grinned, "I don't worship at your altars, why should I kneel?"

"Because you are a victim, and we demand your obedience!" Said the blonde, standing up and grabbing a staff in her hand, "Now, KNEEL!!!!!!"

"SISTER, STAY YOUR HAND!" Bellowed the blonde God, "A victim should be met with kindness, not demands for subjugation!"

The Blonde Goddess glared at her brother, then sat down and released her staff, letting it fall against an invisible wall. The Blonde God remained standing and turned to Adam.

"I am Paz, God of Water and the Libido. Whether you worship us or not, you call upon me when you cum and when you bring women to orgasm." He said, "And you are marked by our most revered devotees, used in a ritual meant for a greater purpose, yet the ritual performed was an abuse of our power. We have summoned you here to gain retribution."

"You will be our instrument of Vengeance." Said the Brunette God, "I am Vol, Sunrider and God of Fire."

"Why am I to be your instrument of vengeance?" Adam asked, baffled, "What did those witches do?"

"They abused our gifts!" A Raven-haired goddess said, getting to her feet, "They manipulated a ritual meant to restore their lives in the event of dwindled numbers. The ritual was meant to make them younger so they may be impregnated with a new generation, but we knew they already had the numbers to spread like locusts around the world, and by the time we discovered the truth, our power had already been stolen."

"What the Mistress of the Wave means is that the power the witches used was to extend their lives beyond their limits. They aim for immortality." Said Vol, "The ritual they used was intended to rejuvenate their bodies and use the sperm collected to become pregnant with a new generation. What we discovered was that they each drank a vial that nullifies the potency of men's sperm, thus making it impossible to impregnate them."

"We believe they intend to perform this ritual, again and again, sacrificing lives to become young enough and powerful enough to outright sever their connection to us and make themselves masters of their craft, powerful enough not to call upon us for millennia."

Adam shook his head, "And why should I help you?"

"Because being a God doesn't grant one the power to override death itself." Said the Raven-haired Goddess, "The weave is a tapestry of birth and death, a cycle of life itself. Disrupting that tapestry invites chaos. The Coven of the Five intends for my purpose to be made to serve their lives at the cost of many more than is possible. My magic is tethered to all life, and if they disrupt it, the consequences would be severe."

Adam shook his head, "I have no idea what any of that means!"

"Mortals are not meant to understand." Said Vol, "Vel is the origin and master of magic, life and death run through her, but she is no more its master than the witches. Magic is a force of nature, like everything else we represent. Each of the Mistresses' magic comes from each of us. I harbour the sunlight and hearths, I warm hearts and cool heads. Paz makes people yearn for connection and embrace emotions. We are needed for balance, but if we are pulled from our duties, balance cannot be restored so easily.

"Adam Foxhole, you are needed to become our instrument of balance. With you, we can eliminate the Coven's hierarchy and give the young a chance to correct their mistake. We ask this of you, but we can force it upon you if you are unwilling."

Adam stared at each of the gods in turn, before he exhaled and shook his head, "I will be your vessel. What do I have to do?"

Vol smiled, "Close your eyes and open yourself to us!" He said, as he stepped forward and placed his hand on Adam's chest.

Adam felt a burning sensation and a moment later, felt his body tingle. He looked down and saw that his cock had grown tenfold since the night before. Then, in an instant, it shrank back to its original size.

"I have given you the powers of an incubus." Vol said, removing his hand, "You may now control the length and girth of your cock, to become the size women find most pleasurable. Use this gift to make your victims squirm under your power."

Vol stepped back and Vel stepped forward, "I give you the power to recognize users of the craft." She said, placing her hand on his chest, "With this, you will be able to know who has wronged you and where they can be found! This gift will work only when you are within a certain range, so use it wisely."

Adam felt a chill run through his body and felt his ass tingle. Vel stepped back after a moment, allowing Paz to step forward and place his hand, not on Adam's chest, but on his cock, "I give you the power to withhold the need to ejaculate, allowing you to last longer in bed. This will allow you to bring your victims to orgasm more often before you ever need to cum. Use it to break your victims' spirit and make them crave you."

Paz stepped back after sending a cold sensation running up Adam's spine. The last two Goddesses stepped forward, the Blonde Goddess, Lux,, "I grant you the power of strength and fortitude. You will awaken stronger and make your body more desirable to your victims. They will not recognize you immediately, but know that they will know you when they meet their fate." She said as she sent a warm sensation through Adam's shoulders. She then stepped back and allowed the Redheaded Goddess, Xel, to step forward.

"My sisters and brothers have given you the powers to make your victims scream with pleasure, but I grant you a gift that will ensure they never see you coming." She said, touching his forehead, "With my gift, you may alter your appearance, making it impossible for them to know you until it is too late."

Adam felt his brain go fuzzy and the world dissolved moments after a warm sensation flooded his eyes and mouth. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a field, under a canopy of trees. He was still naked and felt his body waking to the powers the gods had given him. He glanced around and saw a young beauty kneeling over a fire.

Silently, he pulled away the blanket and stood in a crouching position, silently turning until he was behind the woman. She glanced over at the blanket and quickly turned around and Adam recognized who it was. The woman who gave him the essence of wolfsbane.

Without warning, he leapt and pounced onto her, pushing her on her back. With a quick lunge, he grabbed her arms and brought them together where he was able to grab hold of both wrists with a single hand, he then used his free hand to muzzle her mouth.

"Give me one good reason why I should rape you and murder you here and now!" He growled, looking her dead in the eyes. He saw fear in those silver eyes. He smirked, knowing he had every skill and power to make his threat a reality.

The woman trembled under him, and he could literally smell her fear and arousal as if she wanted him to take her. The woman tried to wrestle out of his grip, but when she couldn't, mumbled something through his hand.

Adam sighed, removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on her throat, "Speak, but if you scream, I'll squeeze!" He said, darkly.

"I saved your life. I intended for you to be my first love, not a victim!" The woman said, "I'm the Intendant's apprentice, her daughter. I was to lead the Coven when my mother died, but she told me that I wasn't ready to mate yet. I saw you and wanted you, but my mother told me to let her test you first. I never meant for you to be a victim of the ritual, I swear!"

Adam growled, "And why should I believe you?" He asked.

"Because I gave you the wrong dose." The woman said, "It allowed you to wake faster than the others. The ritual bound you to the Coven, like the others, but by sparing you, I severed my mother's magic partially. The others' lives were bound to the ones who fucked them last. I tried to be the last one but Leanne had other plans, so I made sure you wouldn't die, and give her your lifespan. I hoped that if you survived, you'd find me and I could be yours once again. You were the best lover."

"Lover?" Adam asked, tightening his grip on her throat, "I wasn't a lover! I was a victim! You raped me, you, your mother, and everyone else who fucked me last night! I had no say in any of it! Sex without consent is rape, did your mother teach you that? I felt no love or connection to you or anyone else. I barely even saw any of them, since I had my eyes covered!"

The woman's eyes began to water, "I'm sorry, I thought that..."

"You thought wrong!" Adam spat, and without another word, he stood up and grabbed her dress, ripping it apart. The woman yelped but didn't scream as he grabbed her underclothes and ripped them off as well. Once she was naked, he turned her onto her front and grabbed her legs, pushing them apart.

He looked down and saw her pussy was wet, and saw a small spatter of dried blood. Smirking to himself, he impaled his erect cock into her pussy and thrust inside, causing her to let out a loud scream. He then pulled out to the tip and shoved his cock back inside her.

"Are you enjoying this? Having no control?" He asked, as he kept thrusting into the woman, "This is what it felt like last night, when I was helpless against all of you!"

With a last thrust, he pulled out and turned her onto her back. He stood up, looking down at her with his erect cock, "Look at me!" He demanded.

She looked up and he saw sadness and hate, but as he glared down at her, something in his mind told him the reason for her hate. It wasn't directed at him. It was directed at her mother, the witches of the coven, and herself. She was ashamed of her actions, genuinely saddened by what had happened. His eyes softened at this frightened woman and felt, or rather heard, her thoughts.

'What have I done? Four men are dead and the one I thought would be grateful hates me. I am nothing, less than nothing. I can't go back home, can't face my mother or my sisters, can't even be thankful for their gifts. I've even betrayed the gods! What am I to do?'

"You want to repent, don't you?" Adam said, kneeling in front of her, "You want to take what happened and use it to make amends, don't you?"

The woman nodded, sniffling, "Yes. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Adam sighed, "What is your name?"

"Evelyn." The woman said.

"My name is Adam." Adam said, "And I think you and I have a few things to discuss."

End of Part 1...