We Are the Chosen

*Note to readers. This is a shorter, more erotic version of a longer story that I’m writing so please remember that it is copyrighted. To keep it from being any longer than it already is, I’ve taken out a lot of the background. Tho it is set in the future, a few of the words, some spellings, and some usage are from early Middle English (that’s some of the missing background). Thou/Thu, thee, thy, thine are used. The archaic 3rd personal singular hast and needeth are used as well, otherwise modern 3rd person singular verbs are used for readability. Other old spellings, words, and verb forms are scattered throughout. I think the only word that is not in one wordbook or another is Vengaia. The rest all exist tho some use old meanings or a slightly different spelling. If you don’t care about the background and plot, just scroll down towards the end for the sex scene. Enjoy.

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Helena, wearing the blue cloak of the Witan of Matriarchs, stood to close the weekly gathering, “As always, I thank you Friends for your time. The Friends of Vengaia owe to one another to share our thoughts and geist as often as we can.”

She stood upon the dais that sat in the midst of the hof, a great hall that was used for foremost as a temple as well as for gatherings and open meetings of the Witan. She spread her arms to the gathering of Friends who, in turn, crossed their arms across their chests as if in a loving embrace. She began to lead them in the blessed closing where she spake and the gathering answered:

We are the Chosen!

We are the Chosen.

Vengaia fosters all of us,

We care for Vengaia.

The good of the many,

Outweigh the good of the one.

The good of Vengaia,

Is the good of all.

We are the Chosen!

We are the Chosen.

Jared wasn’t keen on the weekly gathering. He saw them more as a way for the Matriarchs to spread their so-called truths under the guise of a moot so he often didn’t bother with going. However, it was called for to be on hand for at least one in four meetings or a fine also known as a bote could be set against anyone who missed too many meetings. He was a consort to Erika who still had strong links with the hof and went much more often than he did. Still, the Matriarchs never missed an opening to bring it up that he had been missing the weekly gatherings.

He was waiting by the wagon for Erika to wind up her chat with one of the Matriarchs after the gathering when Francois came up to him. Jared and Francois had been childhood friends who, along with Leonis, had often spoken of leaving the Keep while growing up. While Jared and Leonis had chosen many years ago to live outside of the walls and the shelter of the Keep, Francois had yielded to his family and to the Witan. After he had been chosen as a consort, he had stayed within walls of the Ishtar Keep while both Jared and Leonis had chosen to to be Outsiders and each built himself a lodge on swidden at the edge of the Jungle. They had gladly and wynnfully helped each other. At that time, even Francois had pitched in to help. Those who chose to live as Outsiders were needed to embiggen the settlement but were often viewed with mistrust of not wanting to be part of the Gathering. Blatant individualism, as selfhood was called in the shamed tongue that was used by the matriarchs and their followers to shame folks, could lead to one being shunned until one atoned. Jared knew of a few, such as Leonis, who had left to live in the Jungle. Leonis had left after being chided by the Witan over a squabble with the woodworkers guild. Jared had thought to do so himself before Erika. Since those who left would be shunned, there would be no reason for them to ever come back and thus he had not seen his friend Leonis for many years tho Jared would never have shunned him. Leonis was more than just a friend, he was his thofta, the one with whom he had shared hardship.

Most believed that those who had left had met their fate for the Jungle was full of dangerous predators and even flesh-eating plants. Jared thought otherwise. He thought instead that those in the Keep had grown soft. He was skilled in living in the Jungle. His father had taught him well and he had spent a lot time in the Jungle looking for new lodes of ore to smelt into new metal. It would be difficult to live alone there tho not unworkable. He always looked for tracks or tokens of Leonis and others when he went into the Jungle.

“Jared my old friend! Wes thu hal!” He used the old greetings from their youth, be in good health.

Jared forwent the old answer of ferthu hal, health to thy ferth as the geist or spirit was known in the old tongue, and answered with, “I am well Francois and thou?”

“Vengaia hath again filled our skeps with food.” He paused and led Jared away from the wagon to chat alone as Erika and the children drew near. Jared quickly marked that Francois brooked words from the shamed tongue, “The Matriarchs are concerned about Begum.” Begum was the oldest femella, as young femelles without consorts were called, in the household. Jared had known that this day would come.

“Francois, she needeth to grow more before the Ritual.”

“She is well past the acknowledgment ritual of the Kinaalda and has shown that she is ready. Jared, she is not a child. She hath also been looked closely at by the Matriarchs and she is deemed ready by them as well. Indeed, she told the Witan that she hath told Erika that she is reddy to claim her right but that thou, so far, hast refused to fulfill the Ritual. I have been asked, offhand of course, as thy friend to remind thee of thy duty to the Gathering and to Begum. As the first male in the household, it is thy duty to fulfill the Ritual. Thou owest this to her. She’ll not be given leave to pick a consort until the Ritual hath been fulfilled and there is proof to the Gathering that she is worthy of a consort.

They are beginning to wonder if there is a problem with thine urges. If there is, then another must be found to do the Ritual. I don’t have to explain to thee the importance of this to the Gathering. Thou knowest full well why it is done.

Honestly Jared. No one understands your reluctance.”

Jared knew the spiel. It was taught to all as they went to school. There was something about this world that had caused many birthing woes from losing the child to badly shaped babies. Moreover, there always seem to be a shortage of men. Not only are there more femelle births than boys, but more males than femelles fell to the predators and dangers of the Jungle. Therefore a femelle could not keep a male to herself if she could not bear children. It was not unwonted for the best males to be shared for breeding with the rede and leave of the Witan. For a femelle tho, not only must her begetfulness be shown, but she must beget a healthy child. Anything less and she would be given a lessor standing in any linking in the Gathering. Even if she were given leave for a consort, she would be bound to share him with another who would then hold the higher standing as the matriarch of the household while she would then be lessened to not much more than handmaiden.

Altho miscarriages didn’t seem happen much nowadays, the Ritual was still done. The consort or first male of the household would give his sperm so as to make the girls pregnant as they became old enough and were said to be ready by the Witan. She then had to bear a healthy child. After two years, the child would be closely looked at. If there were no shortcomings, then femelle would be given leave to choose a consort once she had done the Mylitta, which was the custom of having sex with a stranger at the hof. Of course the hof was given silver by the male to do so. After this, the Witan would give the femelle leave to have aconsort and bear children.

Given the often harsh and baleful life on Vengaia, it was witless for any femelle to put off bearing children. After the Ritual Childe, a femelle could have two more before needing leave from the Witan. If a femelle had a fourth childe without leave from the Witan, she would have to pay the babybote and might be made to yield her consort. The Witan, always reminded the folk that growth of the Gathering needed to be done in a guided way. Needless to say, the Witan did the guiding.

Begum was Erica’s Ritual Child. Having a femelle Ritual Child made a femelle even more sought-after for it let a male beget three children as set against two with a femelle who had amale Ritual Child. Jared had been somewhat taken aback when Erika had given him heed and wanted him to be her consort. He had had little thought in being chosen as a consort for any femelle and had already turned back others. He had had a few flings since leaving the hof where had been working as a hind while learning to be a hearg-theow, also known as an alter-servant in the shamed tongue, and, so far, the Matriarchs had not banned him from using the femelles of the Mylitta. He had not wanted any everlasting linking that would bind him to Ishtar but he had been careful not to openly say so.

After what he had found while sifting thru some old papers while a hind there, he wanted nothing more to do with the Witan. Thus, he had chosen to carve a life out at the edge of the Jungle, away from others but still close enough to trade his wares and skill as a metalsmith. Many frained Erika’s choice in him but the two of them had shown to be a good match.

He knew that he could not put the Ritual off any longer without the Witan taking it as an unbearable show of selfhood that, in the end, could and most likely would harm those he loved as well. He looked at Francois and nodded, “It will be done.”

“Excellent! I shall inform the Witan. May Vengaia bless her.” He nodded to Jared and left. As he watched him walk away, Jared wondered what happened to the geist of his old friend that he would so gladly enthrall himself to the Witan.

Erika and Begum watched as the two men talked. Helena had told her that Francois would talk to Jared about fulfilling the Ritual. From the bodytalk and nods, it betokened that Jared would do the Ritual.

“Mother, let it be done tonight.”

Erika laughed softly, “You are indeed my child. I too was keen for your forefather to do the Ritual as well. I think there will be time before we sleep and you are beginning your time of eggloss.” Even tho Erika’s “father” was Begum’s life-father, it was the custom for the femelle’s consort to be called Father and the other to be called Forefather and thus she called Jared, Father.

“Mother?”

“Yes, Dear?”

“I love Father dearly and find him a handsome male, but I cannot begin to fathom why thou chosest him to be thy consort and to live on the edge of the Jungle. Couldst thou not sway him to go back into the Keep?”

“Your father hath many fine hues. He is well-thewed, strong, and has many skills that others have not. Most of all, he hath a geist that is so often lacking in the males of the Keep. What I never told him was that there were many femelles strongly drawn to having him as their consort.”

“Thou dost jest!”

“Careful Begum, you know that jest comes from the Shamed Tongue.” Then she smiled, “Nay, Daughter. I do not jest. Indeed, I have been sounded out more than once and asked if I would give leave for him to stand in as a breeder. His height, his strength, his wit, and even his green eyes are trekks wanted by many femelles for their children. However, the Witan’s feelings of him were not and, still, are not so kind. Were I not a shamaness and had I not won the Witan over by calling to their minds that his birth-intinga has great worth, too much to lose, they might not have given leave for him to be my consort.

I daresay that had I not chosen him when I had, that he may have struck out for a life of aloneness in the Jungle. He’s steadfastly selfstanding. He tholes the Keep only because of us.”

What she did not tell her daughter was that, behind closed doors, the Matriarchs had leaned upon to her to chose him. He had already turned back feelers from others. The Witan well knew his worth and wanted to breed him to a hof-kona, as the hof’s sisters were known of which Erika was one. They had known Jared well for he himself been a learner there in his youth. But he had walked away from the honor and privileges, shame words that he well knew and understood, that came with being a hof-theow to live as an Outsider. He worried them in many ways. Many folks knew of his wisdom and often sought his rede on things. Some even took the risk and travelled to his homestead. This bother the Matriarchs and the Gythja as well.

He had never told the Matriarchs why he had left. They felt that they needed a strong femelle to choose him as a consort and keep an eye on him him and to know what he was saying to folks. Moreover they wanted to keep his skills and his knowledge in the Gathering. At the time, Erika had already reached the standing of a healer and shamaness with great knowledge. In acknowledgment of her own skills and her success with Jared, she was later, quietly, named as a hof-gydiur, temple priestess, by the Gythja, the hof’s leader and high priestess.

“There is truth in that. I can see that he enclasps not the ways, rituals, and laws of the Keep and nor doth he fully enclasp Vengaia as his own.”

“Fear not Daughter, he shall enfold the Ritual for thee this night.”

As Jared to put the horses in the barn for the sleep turn, Begum kissed him on his cheek and said, “Thank thee Father.”

“I have done nothing Daughter.”

She smiled and hugged him, “Thou wilt.” Then she ran inside to ready herself.

Erika slid up next to him and leaned on him, “It’ll be fine Husband.” She only called him husband away from the Gathering. The others would have been aghast to hear her use such an old word that gave such worth to a male.

He turned to her and she kissed him. Their tongues met. For a femelle who had borne three children, her body was still as elfsheenful and toling as when he had first met her. While he had never seen an elf, it was said in the shamed tongue that their beauty was a wonder to behold. For him tho, no elf could have had a sheen more lovely than Erika. As she kissed her, she pressed against him. At 5′ 9″, she could still eathly kiss his lips even tho he stood 6’1″. Her breasts were full and to this day, she still gave him milk everyday from them. His cock hardened. She whispered to him, “We need just a little time to reddy ourselves.”

“We?”

She smiled at him, “Begum hath called out her Right to thee this night.” She stepped back from him while holding his hand. “I shall call thee when we are reddy. In the meanwhile, reddy thyself.” She turned lightly and and quickly stepped into the house. Jared watched her and smiled as the sight of her lovely ass as she slipped into the house.

Begum was waiting for Erika in the elder-bedroom. She had already changed to a sheer, cotton night-kirtle that she and Erika had made for this happening. It lacked any frills yet it was toling. It had small straps that barely held the kirtle on her shoulders. Her young breasts and big, dark nipples could be seen thru the thin material. Only a few clasps held it on her body, “I think my kirtle is unbold and dull. It’s not shiny. What thinkst thou?”

Erika laughed and ran her fingers along Begum’s breats, “Methinks that thou shouldst worry not. Thou art lovely! The kirtle will not remain on thee for very long. I don’t know why you even bother with it now. Go now and put out the dark cloth for when thou dost bleed.”

As Begun put the cloth on the bed, Erika quickly made philters with sundry herbs and roots that would heighten their wynn. In the one for Begum she added more so that this first time would be less acheful. Begum lit the glims that would give a soft light and the reekels for their sweet aromas.

“Here, drink this and then lie on the bed and I shall reddy thee.”

Begum drank the blend and lay back on the bed. She opened her kirtle as Erika drew the dark curtains to shut out most of the bright light in the room of the long day. The glims and reekels were already lit. As a shamaness, along with the herbs for the philters, she knew which smells to use that would heighten her husband’s, her daughter’s, and her own lust-wynn. Begum drank the blend and lay back. Erika took warm herb-blended oil with and rubbed her daughter’s young body. The women of Vengaia were all taught that a femelle’s body was like art and a wynn to be had. Body and geist love among the femelles was to be sought and encouraged. Erika had never shied away from it and had already led Begum to it. She could feel the effect that the drink and reekels were having on her own body as well … She had taken nothing to work against them. She wanted to undergo the wynn of the Ritual with her daughter.

Begum’s nipples had already stiffened. Like her mother, her nipples were bigger than those of most women. The Matriarchs had skillfully bred all the folk in the Keep but especially the one who were the ritual children. Only the best were chosen for the hof and these were given the best mates. Had Jared not left the hof, he likely would have been bred with sundry women.

Erika drew her fingers to Begum’s patch of dark, thick grin-hair as her tongue found Begum’s nipples. She knew that once Begum was with child that her breasts would be giving them milk as well. Her fingers slid to Begum’s snip. It was already stiff and swollen. It too was big like her mother’s which was also swollen and ready. She felt Begum’s hand slide to it as she sought to give lust-wynn to her mother as well. Erika kissed Begum’s nipples and began to softly suck them one at a time. Begum moaned, “Yes, Mother, oh yes …” Erika found Begum’s pussy to be damp and ready … Yes, indeed, she was ready. Erika slid in first one finger, then two … then three; loosening her for Jared’s cock. She licked and sucked on Begum’s swollen snip. Begum’s breathing quicken … Then Erika backed off, “Soon my darling girl, soon.”

She stood; went to the door; and opened it. Jared sat in outer room deep in meted thought. She could see that he had drunk the drink that she had left for him. She quietly called, “Husband.”

Jared opened his eyes and then stood up. Erika kissed him at the door. He could smell her hair, the reekels from the room, and the drink itself. He had removed his travel clothes and cleansed himself. He had on a simple robe that she now opened. His cock had risen to her kiss and her own smell. She kneeled and took him in her mouth. She loved the taste of his cock and he answered with a moan. She knew every wynn point and how to bring out the lust-yearning in him. She licked under the head of his cock and then sucked on it. He was not one to cum quickly but she needed for him not to take too long as it would still hurt Begum regardless of the drink that Erika had given her. She worked his cock with her mouth and hand. She softly kneaded his balls and sucked on them as well. She wanted to drink his cum but she knew that it was for Begum. After a little time she stood and kissed him again, “Come my love.”

She led him to the bed where Begum waited. She had watched as her mother ready him for her which stirred her even more. Jared was more than just a male, he was a man. She knew that she shouldn’t even think that word for a male but she did when she thought of him. He was THE man that she wanted to breed her. She open her legs inviting Jared with her already glistening pussy. It truly was a grin, another word for a snare, baited and luring the hapless male.

Jared was bewitched by the elf-sheen of her young body in the glim-light … The smells, the sight, and the pheromones overwhelmed him. Her lustgrin called to him like a siren. He went to his knees so that he could lick her snip. Like her mother’s, it was big enough for him to suck on. She moaned and held his head to her crotch as she began her own small, rhythmic thrusts. Once again she felt her lust-peak building as she had when her mother had been licking her snip.

Erika saw this as well, “Now Husband … quickly, mount her!”

He climbed onto the bed; slid up between her legs; and hovered over her. Even in the dim light he could see the sparkle in her green eyes that she had inherited from her mother. He kissed her and was given her tongue. It sought his mouth and aroused his lust even more. He felt her hand on his cock … his madness was building … he ached to be in her … Erika guided his cock to the opening of Begum’s pussy and he worked his throbbing member into the hot, tight hole. Begum gasped, “Yes, Father, yes …”

Jared pushed into her, opening the utterly tight pussy and felt her hymen. He started sliding in and out, wanting not to hurt her. But philter’s strength was driving him and the lust-madness was upon him. He made a quick, hard thrust that broke it. He heard her take a sharp breath, “Yes Father! Oh yes!”

Erika’s drink was working on Begum as well, she pulled him to her and was answering with her own upward thrusts. She whispered into his ear, “Thy cock fills me … feels so good … Make me with child Father! More! I want thy seed. I want thy baby … Yes, that’s it Father. Don’t stop! More! More!” She felt her own lust-peak coming. Her nails dug in his back as she met his goring with her own hard bucking. Her hot cunt was filled with this cock. Pain and wynn blended together and at last it peaked. She moaned and shuddered with wynn-waves.

Jared’s own pace quicken and he grunted, “I’m reddy …”

She encouraged him, “Yes … that’s it … give me thy seed … I want thy baby!”

He cock stiffened. He thought about her with milk-ladened breasts and his cock grew even more. The heat of his lendes at last welled up and blasted his hot seed inside Begum. Spurt after spurt throbbed into her ripe body until he was drained. He fell on top of her, trying not to squeeze her but too weak to stir as he tried to slow his breathing. His whole body from his toes to his brain prickled. He felt her squeeze his cock with her pussy. Milking it for every drop of sperm.

She kissed his cheek, squeezed him, and whispered in his ear, “I thank thee Father. I thank thee for thy love, thy seed, and for making me a whole femelle.”

They both heard Erika moan from the divan where she was sitting as she had her own lust-peak.

Jared rolled off Begum. Both of their crotches were covered in her maiden blood. Erika slowed her breathing, “Let us now clean our bodies and then bask in the hot, relaxing tub-water before we begin anew.”

She stepped over to Jared, who had risen, and kissed him, “She hath only just begun her time of eggloss and begetfulness. The Ritual will last thru four sleep-turns.”