Gay Erotic Stories

Je’ro’s Chosen, Part 2

Being Je’ro’s Shurunti, or ‘chosen one’, that evening made me into his ‘wife’, for eternity. I’ll admit that the prospect was a lot more interesting than it had been yesterday, but the whole ‘for eternity’ bit was a little bit troubling. I later realized that I had become Je’ro's chosen that day in the hallway and though I hadn’t truly consent then, or even at the begin of the banquet, my throat’s little rendezvous with his penis constituted moral consent.

Life was a blazing flash for about a week esy (earth standard years). There were more drunken parties, which I was always forced to leave before the festivities really began. Seems the Dalvars were a little ‘conservative’ about certain things, such as the Shur’sachim’unti remaining ‘faithful’ to the sachim. Faithful! They had some nerve! I wasn’t even allowed to continue sharing quarters with Je’ro, never mind engage in any sexual endeavors.

Fearing that I was doomed to being sent to a nunnery I sent a messenger to Be’roth. He arrived at a door late in the evening, wearing a gray garb and dark circle under his eyes. “Be’roth, not you too!”

“Oh no, no, I don’t fool around in Galdar. No Hedroknias. I’ve simply been working really hard to prepare for the coronation and your wedding. These affair are both extremely elaborate and will last for days.”

“No shit!”

“Hunh?”

“Never mind, so what is going to happen to me. I understand the theory behind Je’ro position…”

“Your position is much like that of the typical royals on your own planet. Be pretty, obey your husband, do anything to protect his position and honor, bear children”

“I don’t know the full ramifications of a .02% genetic difference, but human males can’t bear children.”

“It’s a joke, as you humans are fond of saying. Actually you are his equal, his companion. You help to complete ceremonies, look pretty, do whatever the you like.” “But why can’t I see him?”

“Ahh, so we arrive at why I’m truly here”, he commented with only a mild smirk. “Until your wedding ceremony you must remain separated. This allows you time to consider what destiny has bestowed upon you. Also, traditionally, it guaranteed a stellar consummation the wedding night, and children soon there after. Which brings up a very special consideration for this coronation.”

“Me being male.”

“Exactly…we’re a little confused about what it means.”

“You all seemed pretty okay with same-sex sex the night of the banquet.”

“But this is the first time there has ever be a male Sachim with a male Shur’sachim’unti. It just never happened. We knew it would probably happen given our propensity to enjoy gratification wherever it hails from, but somehow the same sex pairs were never chosen. Add the fact that your not Dalvar, and tradition flies right out of the window. The sachim’s children, or at least a pregnant Shur’sachim’unti, are omens of our renewed fertility and prosperity; you can’t have any. The fertility festival is one month away. On top of all this, there’s a rebellion growing in the south. They’ve gotten wind of what going on and the threat of open warfare is real. There’s a very real possibility that they may try to assassinate Je’ro before the coronation. We can’t risk both of your lives by having you together. You are CO-sachim.”

“ Damn, destiny sure is a bitch.”

“Bitch?”

“Sorry, but can’t I just have him for one night?”

His face had a warm glow and a smile upon it. “Horny are we? Take comfort that he’s not getting any either, not until the coronation, at least not openly.”

“What do you mean openly?” I was a bit frustrated and angry. I had been a simple assistant, only days before, and suddenly I was at the center of all kinds of intrigue and plots. I was horny as hell, and the one person that I wanted to sleep with was miles away. “Well traditionally, in a non-official traditional, the eldest daughters of the high born nobles are sent to the Sachim’s chambers to keep him ‘company’. The hope is that one, or more, will be impregnated and secure favor for those families. This time is special, considering that these maybe the only children he has. It is his duty.”

“Oh, at least someone gets to have fun.”

“Don’t be so forlorn, it is only duty which drive him to them, destiny. He did choose you. Now is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I just need some time…”

“To consider your destiny. No problem.”

It is no small affair being hugged by a burly giant. He swept me in his arms, and kissed me upon my forehead. I pressed my head upon his shoulder, like a maiden in distress, and hung at least a good 2 feet above the floor.

He set me down slowly, and as I regained my footing there seemed to be something troubling in Be’roth’s gaze. His bright brown eyes were clouded with anguish, his pink lips trembling. I had never really looked into his face before. It was handsome, with a large nose and a strong jaw line. He had the same café au lait complexion as Je’ro, framed by shoulder length chestnut hair.

“Is there something you need to ask of me Be’roth?”

“Take care of Je’ro. He is brash, competitive, foolish, and brilliant. I have loved him for so long, I can’t remember when it began, only that I always thought him lovely and high-spirited. All that is happening will be a heavy burden upon his heart.”

There was still a look in his eyes that betrayed him. He longed for something. We stood silently staring at one another. He was the quintessential gentle giant.

“It is custom here, that I present myself to you in his stead. I will not be offended if you choose to dismiss me.”

“Be’roth…Is that what you want?”

“My wishes are unimportant, only yours.”

“It is my wish, that you do whatever your heart deems to be correct.”

Suddenly Be’roth mouth was pressed against my own: his lips were soft and smelled of lust and wine. He swept me off my feet and carried me toward my bed. I wondered if Je’ro was doing the same.

Be’roth laid me upon the bed as I watched him remove his clothing. The removal of his shirt revealed a thick, trunk and well developed pecs, covered by light hairy curls. There is strange tattoo that starts at his left shoulder and snakes between his pecs and down into his pants. It is reminiscent of a viper. Be’roth ripped my robe away with one hand, exposing my waif’s frame. I felt his breath as he kisses my nipples.

I am unprepared for the sight of his lower body. His thighs are as thick as my chest, and seem to be needed to support his penis. His cock is much larger than Je’ro. It must be at least a 12 inches, and at least 3-4’ in diameter. It seems to taper off toward the head, which was just peeking out of its skin, where the tattoo finally terminated. My hands reached for it, but Be’roth quickly brushed them aside, pinning them above my head with one massive hand.

With his other hand he took one of his thick fingers and placed it against my lips, and I sucked it like a whore. Up and down, it was rough and tasted slightly bitter.

“There is no way that you can accept my weapon, but I shall please thee nonetheless. Open you mouth to me, and receive me.”

It seemed slightly odd and ritualistic, but I obeyed. Turning my head to the side I opened my lips and he placed the head upon my tongue. It tasted like heaven. My jaw aches as the head slips further and further into my mouth, and I could not fight off the tears, which came.

“Be at ease little one and all will come to you,” he whispered as his hand part my legs and his wet finger began to tease my hole, “There are secrets we have learned and you must come to know them.”

With that his finger slipped through my ring, burning like fire. As I tried to scream, his cock push deeper and into my throat. His thighs began to thrust in earnest as he began to plow my body, his thick finger reaching deep within, sliding in and out, his cock ramming deeper and deeper into body. I felt his ball as they began to swing and slap my cheek, though there was much that I could not take.

My ring had relaxed and I felt him urging two and then three fingers up my ass. I was now thrust my hips back to meet his thrust. Suddenly, his finger slid out and his cock slid out my mouth. He kneeled upon the bed and placed his massive cock between my cheeks.

“I can’t take it, please…”

“I can not go where only The Sachim may go. But fear not, you will find pleasure.” With that he began to slide his massive erection between my thighs, squeezing them around his cock and thrusting with long, slow movements. I gripped the pillows and bit into one as I began to feel lightheaded.

His pace began to quicken and his breath became a pant. I felt the first twinges of orgasm as my nuts began to tingle. I began spilling volumes of cum all over my stomach and pubic hair. He scooped the spillage and used it to further lubricate my thighs. I began seeing spots and my ass began to spasm. This was the final straw.

It was as if some had poured buckets of scalding cream all over my body. I screamed and screamed as my whole body tingled and my vision faded to black. I felt as if I was falling through some black hole and then…

“Peter, awaken, I must leave you now, I have other duties to prepare for. If you need any additional ‘assistance’ do not hesitate to send for me.”

I fought against the grogginess, wondering how long I had been asleep. There was something that came to me just before I passed out. “Just one last thing. When you congratulated me at the banquet, You knew the Je’ro was going to Sachim, didn’t you?” “Of course, My religious order reads the oracle, I knew you would come to Dalvius, I knew before Je’ro was born he would be Sachim. It was only a matter of when. Good night and have all the fun I know you will on your wedding night.” He gave me a wink, a smile, and a pat on my very sore ass.

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