In 2150 the Feminox Syndrome had eliminated the entire female population of Heredon, the new Earth. Four tribes remained: The Monoliths, whose breed stood 213 centimeters at minimum with their Goliath builds and hairy frames. The Selynith, who were petite and hairless in nature, standing nor more than 182 centimeters at most. They were the more androgynous of the tribes and highly sought after by the more dominating tribes. The Mechnoctus were highly developed and sheltered tribe whose cities consisted of artificial intelligence and advanced technologies. The Grubmash were builders, most of whom weight at minimum 226 kilograms. They were slow and heavy with brut strength and their armor was their body odor. The Monoliths dominated the northern territories and kept their Selynith brides within the safety of the mountains, to establish normalcy and a home life. The Genomex Laboratories were established deeply under the cold layers of Heredon, guarded day and night. The harvested eggs from frozen female corpses that were hunted by the Monoliths were fertilized and developed with the help of friendly Mechnoctus tribesmen.
Although successful in birthing new generations, none could overpower the ever evolving Feminox syndrome, thus resulting in a male only species. The Selynith brides were chosen from each batch of births in order of Monoliths finest and most powerful tribesmen, many of whom opted for a Polygamous household with many brides who all served different purposes to their lords. Tensions had grown between the territories as no new females were birthed into Heredon, resulting in the highly sought after Selynith going into hiding. Their delicate feminine features and smooth bodies had driven the more dominating masculine tribes into a primal war.
Ezekiel & Eliot (Pt. 1)
The batch had gathered in the lavender fields for their morning sunning, in preparation of the attaachment process. There were 40 specimens logged and the curators watched with pride as the nearly perfect specimens lay out in the morning light. The dew created shimmer across their smooth, olive skin. Their long braided locks draping artfully across their shoulders and chests. Many had developed natural bonds with each other as a sisterhood of sorts. They'd been trained in the ways of brideship and awaited the Monoliths to ponder which of the batch would be their chosen brides. Eliot stood a few centimeters taller than his batch, and his hair reached to his mid section in dark amber locks. Most of his batch had golden and white locks which contrasted their skin tones. Eliot turned over, kicking his feet playfully in the warm sunlight. He ran his fingers through the soft lavender and grass beneath him. his silk waistcloth had blown over, revealing his backside. He reached back to adjust it, and closed his eyes, listening to the breeze flowing through the valley. He was calmly mindful when he heard "Eliot" in a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shiver down his spine. He slowly turned and opened his eyes.
Before him stood Ezekiel, a captain in the West force of the Monoliths. He reached out and guided Eliot to a standing position, grazing his arm with a fingertip. Eliot stood poised, and looked up into the glaring blue eyes of this giant. Ezekiel was handsome and intimidating. His brown hair tied back in a tail that was shorn at shoulder length. He had wet wisps that had matted to his forehead and prominent jawline. His beard was long, and beaded in tribal stones and diamonds. His shoulders and arms flexed in the sunlight, as he walked around his potential bride. Eliot inhaled, taking in the musky scent of his potential lord. He felt the rough texture of Ezekiel's hand feeling down his backside. Ezekiel leaned over Eliot, and took in the visual delight of his soft, smooth features, big brown eyes and is beautiful braided mane Eliot had use a combination of honey and mint during his bathing period and mixed with his sweet odors had caused Ezekiel to become aroused. He shook his head and thought of war and bloodshed, but to no avail. He adjusted his 22 centimeters of manhood in his waist armor, feeling his body temperature rising and more sweat dripped down his chest and groin. Eliot took in the musk and odors of his lord as he looked up into those blue, glaring eyes. He was ready.
The attachment process was slow but secure with each interaction the Monoliths had with the Selynith batch. Ezekiel had prepared for a chosen bride and gently scooped his bride up into the chariot. They hovered to the rocklands territory as Eliot turned one last time to take in the sunlight flooded lavender fields and iron gates of Genomex. He would miss the bonds he had made, but would soon be making home with his lord. He leaned back against the strong, hairy abs of his lord with a sense of security and well being, feeling the nudge of manhood beneath the leather waist armor and felt the familiar shiver up his spine. They arrived at the gates of the house. Stone arches and iron walls, the house was etched in wood and concrete, with tinted glass and solar panels adorned in tribal carvings and elaborate designs etched into the foundation. The granite steps led up to the sliding doors, and the boxwood evergreens reached to the top of the door frames. Ezekiel walked before him and Eliot took in the overwhelming space. The great hall was tiled in granite and the tinted windows seemed endless and frameless from inside the house. There were a plethora of staff in all forms of artificial intelligence, some appeared antique while others seemed pre release, which Eliot had never seen before. As a peace offering it was known that the Mechnococtus would offer up developments in exchange for safety and security from the Monolith tribe.
"Your quarters are to the South, and mine are to the North. Our nest is on level three my bride." Ezekiel's tone had softened from their initial interaction, and Eliot looked up into much kinder eyes. "I will bathe now before we make." Make...Just one word send the familiar shiver up Eliot's backside. He smiled and followed his lord up the central staircase to level two. A life like staff approached Ezekiel with open arms and a blank expression. "My lord has returned." "Yes Ariel, this is my bride Eliot. He will be manager when I am away." Ariel turned stiffly to address Eliot. "Hello Eliot. I am Ariel. I am at your service." Ariel stood at least 213 centimeters and had a life like skin texture over his muscular frame. He had white hair that had been cropped to his ear length and porcelain white coloring. He had only a skirt of paneled leather with tribal stones and grommets adorning its layers of black and brown panels. He appeared to be a hybrid of Monolith and Selynith. He turned and walked before the couple as another set of glass doors slid open, revealing the lord's suite.
Ezekiel had lived alone for a decade and aside from a dozen staff he kept his quarters bare and only essentials were placed in his suite. A large wooden bed covered in linens and a fur covering draped over the foot of the bed. There were braided rugs placed throughout the suite, and only two paintings hung on the wall. A portrait of an older Monolith with a female species and a crest stretched and nailed into the stone above Ezekiel's bed. There were sprinklers built in above a panel of windows that overlooked the gardens in back of the house, and a large porcelain tub surrounded by woven curtains hanging from the ceiling. Ariel untied Ezekiel's waist armor, and Eliot gasped at the site of his lord in his full glory. He was endowed and hairy throughout. His musk filled the room, and his muscular frame loomed above Eliot, as he stepped toward the tub, casting a shadow across the room. "Join me, my bride." He held a hand toward Eliot. Before he could move, Ariel had untied his waist cloth, and Eliot stood naked before his lord. He stepped forward, and into the warm water. There were steps down into the tub, and the water was up to his waist before he got to the bottom step.. Ezekiel sensed his hesitation, and reached forward, supporting his bride.
Ariel quickly joined the couple, with terricloths and lavender soap. Eliot straddled Ezekiel's leg in support, free floating as Ariel lathered and scrubbed at his lord's back and shoulders. Eliot was becoming aroused beneath the warm water, and inched closer to his lord. He reached below the surface and started to stroke Ezekiel's beastly manhood. Ezekiel smirked and closed his eyes as Ariel worked over his arms and neck with the terricloths. Eliot shifted over as Ariel moved to the front, and worked the soapy cloths over Ezekiel's chest and abs. As the scrubbing made it's way below the surface Ariel stopped and asked "does my lord need a finish?" Ezekiel opened his eyes and cleared his throat, "no Ariel, my bride will get my seed today." "As you wish," and Ariel continued to scrub and work his way over Ezekiel's groin and legs. Eliot was startled by the interaction but realized it had only been Ezekiel alone in this place for years before him.
Ezekiel stepped out of the tub and toward the shower. His manhood stood straight out before him, shifting up and down as he walked. Eliot followed closely behind as warm showers rinsed over their bodies from the ceiling. The water stopped and they stepped forward as Ariel dried them with fresh terricloths. Ezekiel playfully scooped up Eliot, nuzzling his neck with his hairy face. "My bride, you have caused me much arousal from the moment I took you in." He carried his bride up another flight of granite stairs as he kissed his smooth face and neck. Eliot wrapped his arms around Ezekiel's neck, and gripped the sides of his lord with his thighs. He could feel Ezekiel's manhood flexing up against his backside, leaving cold, wet residue across his smooth mounds. The doors to the next slid open, and Eliot turned to take in the view. There were glass panels surrounding them, with sunlight flooding in around them. The bed was dressed in white linens and soft satin and velvet pillows and shams. Ezekiel lay Eliot down, and crawled over him, his massive body shielding his bride in a dark shadow of strength and security. He leaned in, kissing his bride on the lips, and working his mouth down Eliot's smooth neck and chest.
Ezekiel shifted Eliot's legs to the side, and started to kiss down the smooth backside of his bride. He pushed his monstrous tongue between Eliot's smooth mounds, caressing and penetrating the tight hole with his monster tongue. Eliot let out little whimpers and moans as his lord worked his hole with his tongue. "Do you enjoy, my bride?" "Yes my lord, I am yours." Ezekiel throbbed and felt pre ejaculate flowing from his manhood. He was shaking as he pushed his manhood up to his bride's flinching hole. Eliot braced himself for entry as Ezekiel slowly pushed his way inside. Eliot winced and bit his lip, curling up under Ezekiel's massive frame as his lord penetrated him. He felt Ezekiel trembling, and reassuringly brushed his hand over Ezekiel's. "Am I causing you pain, my bride?" "Pain is pleasure, my lord." Ezekiel pushed deeper inside, until he could push no further, feeling his seed forcibly shooting out of his manhood. "Oh my bride...Take my seed..." He was grunting and thrusting inside Eliot, as he quickly finished. Eliot felt a warmth fill him deep inside, and overflow out over his mounds. he was moaning with pleasure and feeling the strength of his lord's seed spreading inside of him.
Ezekiel wrapped his body around Eliot, feeling his manhood flexing freely inside of his bride.
His seed had a pungent odor which enveloped them inside the nest. He took in the hint of lavender in his bride's hair, completely covering his petite frame. He moaned and pushed at his hips, feeling his mahood arch up inside his bride. He felt the primal urge to spread more of his seed, and continued to thrust, as he softly kissed his bride's shoulder and neck. "Does my lord have more to give me?" Eliot giggled and arched his back. "I have all the seed to give my bride." Ezekiel propped up on one elbow, and moved his free hand to curl Eliot's legs up against his body. He continued with his small thrust, feeling a rush of arousal and primal instinct as he groaned in his bride's ear, overflowing his insides with another finish. He collapsed over his bride, as his manhood throbbed and anointed the vessel with overflowing semen. The linens were soaked, and their bodies were spent. Ezekiel pulled the covering layers over them, and the couple fell asleep in the evening light coming through the glass.
