Circle of Twelve

Circle of Twelve

With fear growing in him, the youth named as Bittan made his way up the northern tower of the Castle of the Mountains, known as the Princess Tower. He had his orders, he knew he should never defy them. After all, it meant death in this ruling Kingdom. In the vast country of Gebundenleben, a lush realm of thick forests and towering mountains, there was the central kingdom Hochregel. For five generations, it has been ruled by a powerful and cruel line of Kings, each bearing the name of King Uberegel. All knew never to disobey the King.

Five generations ago, the lands of Gebundenleben was in the grips of savage battle and tribal feuding. The tribal leaders kept invading each other's lands, stealing lives and resources. Not a day passed when blood was not shed.

During this battle, a young man named Starkblut proved he was the greatest warrior. He led many armies, bringing an end to the useless feuding. None dared to question with his might and army. Through fear and respect, all ordained Starkblut as their rightful King. In doing so, he took the name Uberegel and began forming his kingdom.

Uberegel was no fool. He knew he could not govern all of Gebundenleben by himself. He needed help. Therefore, he separated the land into sections, thirteen. He chose the kingdom to the north, which he named as Hochregel. A kingdom built in the high, treacherous northern mountains in the cold North. He chose this for one simple reason. He enjoyed the solitude and barrenness of the land, but also because the mountains gave him natural defences in case of invasion.

The remaining twelve kingdoms were separated as such so that all were joined to Hochregel. This was to show Uberegel had final command over all issues. To govern these twelve kingdoms, he chose twelve of his most trusted followers and made them honorary princes, though lesser to him. They all still answered to the Northern King. As a tribute, every Prince had to give their firstborn daughter to Uberegel. When each princess was of age, Uberegel would deflower them, and continue with them until they all conceived a son. These sons would then be placed in high council of each Kingdom to sway the heir of each.

Of course, Uberegel had a queen, through whom his heirs were born. Each king bore the name Uberegel, and it was now the reign of King Uberegel V.

During Uberegel V's reign, whispers were afoot that he had no control over his wards. There were rumours of them spiriting away at night to meet secret lovers. Enraged, Uberegel tightened watch over his castle, but still there were rumours.

The princesses at the time were the fiery, buxom Antje of Ozeankron, who appeared as the leader of the twelve. All the others seemed to listen to her. Margit of Vogelstim, a raven-haired beauty with piercing grey eyes. Dora of Offenenfeld was a striking beauty with shimmering blonde hair, whilst Asta of Hellbucht was a quiet, timid girl, who Antje took a personal liking of. Kamilla of Waldhalten was another fiery redhead, whom was close to the lithe and slender Petra of Grunhugel. Gisela of Gehabeltweg and Heidi of Schwarzfels were equal with their gentle beauty and singing voices whilst Wendelin of Blasufer was a buxom blonde beauty. As their kingdoms possessed foreign queens, Hilda of Dreisee and Ulla of Weiturm had the eastern beauty that enchanted many to the mothers, and Ida of Sonnebuhne had a darker, luscious complexion to her skin.

The beauty of the current twelve princesses was renowned throughout all of the Thirteen Kingdoms, and this only flamed the nervousness of Bittan. He was to spend the next three nights watching over them to answer a riddle proclaimed by the king. How did the princesses leave the highest tower, upon the highest peak of Hochregel, with no visible means, and be seen wandering the night? More importantly, he wanted to know who had deflowered them.

If he succeeded, he would be able to choose one of the princesses as his bride, and he would be given the rule of that Kingdom. If he failed, or if he dared touch any of the princesses, he would die.

So far, three brave Knights, two court advisors and two servants had taken the challenge. To date, not one lasted past the first night. They had given into the temptation. Bittan, possessing no experience in women, felt the princesses would not be interested, and he would not now what to do.

This challenge was formed a few months ago, just after all twelve princesses became of age for Uberegel V to deflower. He had them examined, and found them to no longer be virgins. They were examined when first brought here, and were virgins. They never left the tower, and only maids took them food. Wishing for answers, he ordered a search of the tower. He came across several phallic objects. Uberegel was no fool, he knew the princesses grew close within his confines, a thought that excited him, and they confessed they seduced some of the maids to bring them these objects.

This he had no objection towards, and was satisfied.

That was until he found certain stains on their clothing. Stains of mud and sap from the outside, and a stain that only a man could produce.

Wishing for answers, and to test the loyalty of his people, he arranged the conquest of finding out what happened, with the hand of one princess as the prize. As to what would happen to the other princesses, he was not decided.

Knowing this, Bittan grew terrified as he stood by the wooden door, hearing the laughing and splashing on the other side. Sweat was already forming in his palms, especially as he felt himself growing in his leggings.

Having no other choice, he walked in, finding a luxurious room filled with soft cushions and silken drapes. He noticed how the room was kept warm, from burning coals deep under the tower, to keep the tower warm, forcing the princesses to usually wear thin, gossamer robes.

His eyes were immediately drawn to a large bed made for them all to share. Upon it, Asta lay splayed with Antje between her legs, working with one of the phallic objects, sliding it in and out fast, making Asta's whole body writhe. However, she was unable to moan out, Wendelin straddled over her face for Asta to lick and devour her sex. As she writhed and wriggled, Wendelin squeezed her large breasts together, bringing them up for her to kiss and suckle on, devouring each of her own nipples.

In their gossamer robes, transparent and clinging to their still wet bodies, Hilda and Ulla danced, their motions leading them to touch and fondle each other, all to the beat of Ida's drum. This she held between her legs and between the legs of Dora, both moaning and writhing from the vibrations.

On the other side of the room, there was a large, luxurious bath filled with rose petals. Margit sat in the bath, using her hands to caress water, and to squeeze and prise open, Kamilla's wet, shining buttocks as she knelt on the edge of the bath. Each time she parted the soft, round buttocks, Margit leaned forward to kiss and lick Kamilla's puckered opening. Making Kamilla shudder, Margit slid her tongue deep inside, holding hard, rocking Kamilla by the hips back and forth, burying her face between the wet buttocks.

Enjoying the hot wet tongue in her anus, Kamilla focused on an equally luscious behind in front of her with Petra on all fours, presenting herself. As such, Kamilla held two phalluses, one in Petra's sex and the other in her anus, thrusting back and forth in unison with Margit's tongue.

Nearby was Gisela and Heidi, laying on the edge of the bath, tail to tail. They were pushed tight against each other, grinding their hot sexes together, the sound of slapping wet flesh escaping from their colliding bodies.

In amazement, Bittan watched. The desire raced through him to reach under his clothing and pull out his organ. It was hard and tight, desperate to come out, desperate to be touched at the sight of these ravenous beauties.

Suddenly, Antje and Margit looked right at him. There was something hypnotic about Margit's grey eyes. Unable to look away, he watched as the two women advanced towards him, their eyes and movements making him think of cats advancing on a mouse.

"A new one," giggled Margit.

"Look at him, he looks so uncomfortable," Antje continued, reaching down to his clearly visible erection. "Come, take these off and come and join us."

Barely able to speak, he just shook his head. With disappointment on their faces, Antje and Margit returned to what they were doing. As she re-buried her tongue back into Kamilla's anus, Margit fixed her grey eyes on Bittan, making him look towards Antje. Still thrusting the phallus into Asta, she positioned herself with her behind in the air, facing him in welcoming. Looking at her red, glistening, hairless sex, and the tight puckered hole of her anus, he could not help it and began stroking his covered cock.

With a smile, Margit returned to Bittan, kneeling before him. Despite his pathetic attempts of prolonging the inevitable, Margit released his hard organ from its confines and guided it towards her mouth. The moment her lips encircled it and her tongue caressed with its warm wetness, Bittan knew he was dead, but he did not care. He leaned back, enjoying as this beautiful princess suckled and stroked his organ, wanting to devour him.

Suddenly, she stopped sucking and grabbed his cock in her hand. Looking, he saw her guiding him, by his cock, to where Antje was still thrusting with the phallus, her behind waiting for him. With Wendelin nearing her climax, from Asta nearly reaching hers between her legs, she reached forward, caressing and sliding her finger into Antje's tight anus. With her hand still holding his cock, Margit guided him into the waiting anus. It was warm and tight, clamping hard on his organ, sending shivers of pleasure webbing through him. He stood there, watching all the beauty around him whilst Antje moved back and forth along the cock that speared her anus, and as Margit went behind him and used her tongue in him just as she was doing with Kamilla.

Enraged, eyes watched from behind a secret panel of the princess chambers. The eyes belonged to Uberegel V. To keep an eye on them, he used a secret staircase and room that overlooked the whole chambers, to try and work out how they left the tower. It was also so he could test the honour of those he sent to watch the princesses. He did not care if the men masturbated, he often did whilst watching them. But the moment they touch them, or let one of them touch them, the man is sentenced to death.

With his boiling fury, he watched as the princesses guided the damned Bittan to the bath. Here, they bathed him and, one by one, submerged to taste of his cock and fluid. Then, he submerged himself, going to each between the legs with his mouth. From there, they moved towards the large bed and performed an orgy, drinking a honeyed wine from a golden pitcher - one Uberegel had drugged every night to send the princesses, and only the princesses, to sleep - all to eventually hold each other in a tangle of naked torso and limbs.

Waiting for a moment, Uberegel watched for even the slightest of movements. There was nothing. Not even as he saw the messenger pigeons through the window at the far side of the room. Messages from scouts he had sent to the far, mysterious North, receiving word from them every day.

Furious, he left his secret room and passageways and stormed back to the castle. Heading towards his bed chambers, he paused for a moment by the Queen's bed chambers. As always, wishing for him to perform his duties with her, she left her door open ajar. Just enough for him to peer in and watch her have her way with her ladies in waiting. Having them in a row on their hands and knees, she went to each, with a phallus strapped to her delicious naked body, and took them repeatedly. In her nakedness, and the straps around her pelvic region, he could clearly see the gentle swell of her belly and breasts from the child they recently conceived.

Any other day, he would have gone to her, join in, but he was too furious. Ever since this started. Instead, he just stood there, watching as his tanned-skinned, Eastern wife had her way with her maids, pulling out his cock and began masturbating with fast, tight strokes, spilling his fluids in the doorway so the Queen would know he was there.

Not wanting either sleep or the body of a woman, Uberegel went to the Pigeon Keep to read his new messages.

***

Even before he was able to wake up from the drug-filled stupor, Bittan was being dragged naked into the throne room.

In horror, he stood, although groggily, in the centre of the stark, stone throne room, trying to hide his organ from every member of court. Sitting in their high, bejewelled throne, dressed in heavy furs from the cold air, King Uberegel V and Queen Mohana, with her staring, mystical eyes and tanned skin.

Without saying a word, Uberegel flicked a switch on his throne. From that switch, the section of ground Bittan was stood upon, done in the form of a sun, began to move down. In horror, Bittan realised what was happening. He tried to move off the sun, but the guards advanced, brandishing their spears to stop him from leaving.

With panic tearing through him, he watched as the sun stopped lowering and began parting from the middle. As the middle gap widened, Bittan felt a rush of air upon his nether regions, and he looked down into darkness. The castle itself was built across a great chasm in the mountains. This was how every king dispatched of those that disappointed him.

He tried holding on, tried finding something to hold onto. He even tried preparing to grab the edge of the remaining ground, but the guards kicked his hand away. With splayed legs trying to grip what remained of each half, Bittan prepared himself for what he knew was to happen.

With a scream, he fell into the darkness, the echoing screams silencing as the floor closed.

"I have had enough," Uberegel began. "This is getting us nowhere. The princesses will be taken to the dungeons for torture, we will get the answers that way."

"Before you do anything so rash your highness," a voice spoke up from the crowd, "I may offer an alternative."

From the crowd, a bald man in a flowing grey robe emerged. He looked young, but his eyes were filled with wisdom.

"An Acolyte of Wargeist?" Uberegel pondered.

"An Exile of Wargeist," the man corrected. "I was excommunicated for not agreeing with all their rules. My name is Altmann."

"Exile or not, you are a wizard, which means..."

Without saying a word, Altmann parted his robes, revealing a strong, powerful naked body. But he also revealed he was a eunuch. No organ hung from between his legs, faint scarring visible on his hairless crotch.

"You are my last hope Altmann," said the King. "Pray to the gods you do not disappoint."

***

That evening, Altmann was guided to the Princess Tower. Before entering, he heard moaning, and what he saw he expected. The princesses had arranged themselves into a circle, suckling on each other's naked sex.

Of course, expecting someone else to come, Antje and Margit left the circle wand walked over to Altmann to seduce him. Before they could try, Altmann parted his robes, revealing his organless body. Dismayed, they returned to the circle, Altmann telling them they may continue, whilst he took a seat nearby to watch.

Not once did his eyes leave them.

As the evening progressed, knowing about the secret panel and the King's watching eyes, the princesses offered Altmann the honeyed drink, and drunk some themselves. With every sip, all those within the hot room began dozing, until the women, dressed in their flimsy robes, huddled together in bed, and Altmann slumped to sleep in his chair.

From behind the panel, a furious King stormed off. Furious that Altmann had fallen asleep, he had given up all hope. He needed wine.

Just as he stormed off, the carrier pigeons passed the window as usual.

But then, they stopped, hanging in mid-air, in mid-flight, all silent.

The silence was disturbed as the twelve princesses pulled themselves out of the bed and walked over to the window. With no fear, they climbed through the window and onto the frozen birds. With delicate, naked feet, their gossamer robes floating around them, the twelve princesses used the pigeons as steps, reaching a nearby peak where someone waited for them. A cloaked individual who gave each princess a kiss.

Once all princesses were gone, Altmann also rose from his fake sleep. From the sleeve of his robe, he pulled out a small bottle, attached to which was a small funnel. He had pretended to drink, knowing of the drug, and made it fall into the funnel and to the bottle. He also produced a small stone that was glowing, one all Acolytes, or Exiles, of Wargeist carried. Something to protect them from enchantments.

So, it was an enchantment that froze time, no wonder none saw what happened, and clever timing it for when the pigeons arrived. But he knew frozen time create slight phantoms, which was why people said they saw the princesses wandering.

Knowing he had to follow them, Altmann removed his robe and turned it inside out. As he redressed himself in the reversed robe, he became invisible. Perfect for him to follow them, using the pigeons just as they did. He reached the peak just in time to see the heavily robed figure leading the princesses deep into the mountains.

Keeping a good distance between them, in fear this robed figure would sense hi obviously being a great sorcerer, Altmann kept up, observing everything frozen in time in their place. They continued, deeper into the mountains, where all became white with the northern snows. They came across towering, ancient walls, filled with carvings unseen by any throughout the thirteen kingdoms of Gebundenleben. Walls of an ancient race long gone. In this what the king was finding?

Indeed, near some old buildings, half-buried in the snow, Altmann saw the scouts sent by the King, sleeping in their tents, frozen in time.

They walked on more, down into a canyon, where they came across a great temple. One ancient, with no architecture seen throughout the entire land.

In amazement, Altmann followed them in, coming across a large room filled with ancient statues that resembled strange chimera creatures of all varieties. At the very centre, there was a great hole, ringed in exquisite carvings. Whatever was in that hole, it was in deep darkness.

The princesses and sorcerer were not alone in their temple. There were twelve young men, noble men who Altmann knew were betrothed to each of the twelve princesses, and they were engaged in a strange orgy, just as their betrothed wives were just involved with.

However, the noblemen were not having an orgy with each other. Either on their back with their legs splayed, stroking their long, hard cocks, or on all fours, yet still stroking their hard cocks, each nobleman had a strange, unearthly partner sliding their thick, long sticky cocks deep into their anuses. The noblemen were being impaled by towering clay golems carved into the form of a tall, powerful men with long hair and long beards. Sculptures of Mannsamen, the God of Fertility once worshipped by primitives.

Yet this temple, and whatever was in that hole, was much older.

Unable to comprehend the amount of magic to make these golems come to life, Altmann watched. With expressionless faces, these Old Gods drove their clay cocks into the men, the thick spears stretching them wide open, their faces a mix of pain and pleasure. With each thrust, the men moaned, stroking their cocks hard and fast until they came in a thick white torrent, either in the stone floor or their own abdomens. Whatever landed on their hands they brought to their mouths, licking up their own salty semen.

Pulling out, their thick columns of clay leaving a sticky, gaping hole between the noble men's buttocks, the Mannsamen golems retreated to a small mound of fresh clay. As they walked upon it, they unformed, returning to lifeless clay. What magic could do this, was all Altmann could think. It had to be some kind of foreign magic.

That was when his answer was given. The sorcerer who guided the princesses, who were now as naked as the noblemen, and had been masturbating whilst watching, removed 'his' robe, revealing the beautiful, naked, early pregnant form of Queen Mohana. So, the queen was a powerful sorceress from the east, and was planning to betray King Uberegel V.

As Mohana clapped her hands, a strange music started beating from somewhere unseen. From the great, ancient hole. To this strange, twisting music, the princesses and noblemen began dancing, individually at first, and then together, their limbs and bodies entwining with each other. As the beat quickened in tempo, Altmann watched as the group of naked dancers bound to the floor. They arranged themselves into a circle, positioning their heads between legs of another, sucking on gaping wet sexes or hard, semen-dripping cocks. They started with man to woman and woman to man, then man to man to woman and to woman, and then eventually breaking into two circles. The princesses devouring the sexes of each other, just as they did when he first arrived at the Princess Tower, and each man suckling on another man's cock.

No doubt this was done many times, it was all perfectly executed, as if rehearsed. Following the beat, the men had sex with each other, moving so that each man had sex with the other eleven, either giving or receiving, and the women slid their fingers into each other, bringing all to orgasm. The orgy ended with each princess giving themselves to their betrothed, and it was upon this final orgasm of all that Altmann's answer was given as Mohana spoke up. At the same time, the beat stopped.

"Welcome my followers," Mohana began. "We have come upon the Elder One to fulfil our sacrifice. It is time for the twelfth and final princess to receive her approval. With the acceptance from the Elder One, all twelve of you shall receive your heirs, and the rule of Uberegel and his blood will finally end."

Knowing what to do, the princesses guided the youngest of them, Ida, who had recently come of age, and guided her to the stone ring rimming the hole. Looking closely at it, Altmann observed that the ring was split into twelve sections. All sections had markings showing star constellations. However, the constellations, although recognisable to Altmann, were next to strange images. Virgo was not shown with a virgin, Leo not with a lion. In this case, the Stars were seen through monstrous, ancient eyes, showing different things.

Ida was guided to Pisces, the last of the constellations.

As she stood at the edge, Mohanna produced a silver dagger from a pocket in her robes and sliced open Ida's palm. She didn't even flinch. She allowed her blood to drip down into the dark abyss whilst the others stood in their places watching, waiting. Altmann watched too, keeping close to a strange stone altar.

An answer was given as four great tentacles reached up from the depths of the hole, the colour and texture unlike anything Altmann has ever seen before. Like constricting snakes, the tentacles wrapped around Ida, the suckers sticking to her as if kissing her flesh. As they wandered over the cut in her palm, sucking her blood, the wound seemed to heal. Wherever those suckers kissed, they left an ooze almost like milky semen.

Then, they let go and descended back into the depths below. All gathered cheered. No doubt, Ida had been accepted. Altmann shuddered at the thought at what may have happened if she wasn't accepted.

Altmann had no time to think. Immediately after, twelve more limbs reached out from the depths, but these were not tentacles. They were almost snake-like, with one hole. They were phalluses. Knowing this, all princesses laid down on their section of the ring, opening their legs in welcome to these great cocks. Moving like snakes, they writhed and twisted, moving with unseen eyes towards their targets. Silently, except from gasps from the princesses because of the sheer girth, these monstrous organs slid into them, but just lay there. They did not thrust.

Instead, they pulsated, the women moaning and grunting each time the pulse reached them, stretching them wider. As the Elder One fucked their princesses, the noblemen knelt over the women's heads, offering their cocks for them to suckle on. At that moment, twelve other limbs came out and shot out towards the men. These were not phalluses, they had gaping mouths that opened at the end. Mouths that gobbled up the men's cocks, sealing tight around them, and then they began pulsating, as if sucking from the men. These limbs were vaginas of some kind. As the Elder One sucked from the men, the princesses beneath them kissed and suckled on the men's hanging ball sacs, between moans and cries of ecstasy.

Altmann was so amazed by what he was seeing that he did not notice Mohana standing before him, looking straight at him.

"You can come out of hiding now," the queen said. "I know you are there. I knew from the moment you arrived at court you would solve the riddle."

With no hesitance, Altmann removed his invisible robe, and was about to place it back in visible when Mohana stopped him, stroking his naked chest.

"Nothing you can offer me will stop me reporting to the King," he proclaimed. "I am without desire, I serve only orders."

"But what if I gave you this?"

From the altar, Mohana produced a large stone phallus, with carved balls hanging from it. It looked almost real, except for its incredible size.

"Thank you, but many times I have had men place theirs inside me. One of stone does it interest me."

"You misunderstand."

Locking onto his eyes, Mohana placed the phallus against Altmann's scarred public area, holding it as if to give him an erection. As she held it there, she used a free hand to begin stroking along the length. As she did so, Altmann felt a sensation he had never felt before. Not since he was a youth.

When he looked down, he could not believe what he was seeing. The phallus was no longer stone, it was of flesh, with thick dark hair encircling its base. More than that, it was his, fused to his body, clothed in his skin, and he felt her delicate hand stroking its impossible length whilst the other hand cradled and played with his hanging testicles. As she continued, he felt desire flooding him. A deep forgotten desire.

Unable to control himself, Altmann grabbed the queen and bent her over the altar, ripping away the rest of her robe. He leaned down, devouring her delicious behind and anus with hungry lips and tongue, before sliding himself into her. At first, only the first third of his cock barely reached in. Then, with her moaning and gasping, he gradually drove the rest into her.

As he began thrusting back and forth, years of sexual desire running through him, Mohana began speaking amongst moans and gasps;

"Join us Altmann. Join us in a new Kingdom."

"What new Kingdom?"

"Long ago, I made a pact with the Elder One to stop this tyrannical rule of the lands. I offered a way in which the Elder One could rule, yet still slumber. The princesses are being impregnated with the offspring of the Elder One, mingled with that of the noblemen to appear human. The princes and princesses borne from the twelve princesses will rule the Twelve Kingdoms under my guidance in the Thirteenth Kingdom."

"What of the King?"

"A drunken accident tonight will cause his death. As his queen, bearing his child, the crown will go to me, and I will change Hochregel to my liking. With the immortality granted to me by the Elder One, I will rule for centuries to come, and the son growing in my womb, mingled with the Elder One, shall be my protecter. As well as every child borne from my womb, and from the loins of my children.

"I offer you this Altmann. You found the secret, so Uberegel's offer still stands. I will make you a counteroffer. Become my consort, you will rule forever at my side, and I will forever give pleasure to that gift you have inside me."

Altmann was overwhelmed. A new world, borne from something older than history, was coming to light. He had the power, either way. He could stop it, or encourage its growth, ruling over it.

For now, the only thing that ruled his thoughts was the tight sex clamping hard on his new cock. Whatever he decided had to wait. He had so many years to make up for, and with as much time as he wished,

He was going to savour every moment.