“You must be totally drained for tonight’s ceremony to be complete.” She gently lifted a goblet of warm mead to my lips, and said soon I would feel better. Though I could barely whisper and only move my eyes, I felt the warm, soothing tug of her strong grip sliding back and forth on my steely cock. All feeling in my tired body seemed to be concentrated in my balls, and Brea’s tender touch was enlarging it to impossible dimensions of size and girth. I could sense the hot liquid boiling in my balls and bubbling up the chimney of my engorged prick. Brea sensed it too. “You are ready, young one.” She kissed the tip of my cock, leaving it wet and shiny. Her robe slid easily from her shoulders and in one graceful move, she settled her hairy cunt astride my cock.
“I serviced the Old Lord, and now I am honored to accept you as the new Lord of Light.” With a wide smile as lascivious as it was reverential, she fingered open her own dark pussy lips, and fed my rigid cock between the gaping raven-haired folds of her vagina. I could do little to help the act, but I watched her sway and buck with enthusiasm. I was amazed at the generous proportions of her hips and boobs, and how sexy and seductive she could be. Her firm tits rippled with each stroke and her pussy was lewdly covered with dark curls, and her cunt felt spring-loaded. She bounced on top of me and shrieked undecipherable expressions. The eruption startled me because the rest of my body was totally limp, lying flat on my back.
My grandmother’s build was amazing, and it helped me to shoot everything I had left inside me, into her steaming pussy. Like my mom, she had dark hair and eyes on ghostly white skin. Her brown eyes were painted in a flair at the edges, to resemble the slanted eyes of a cat. Her long locks, usually in thick braids, was now wild and sweaty; loose strands flowed nearly to her waist and delicately concealed her nipples. Though she was not reluctant to share with me, all of her many sexual charms. Her tits were not quite as large as my mother’s, but though she was older, they sat firmer and higher with a sexy bounce.
She rode my prick energetically, smiling at me as her orgasms mounted, and grunting and convulsing with each one. She felt no embarrassment as I scanned her body, and groped and suckled those fine tits. She leaned back on her elbows and moaned lustily as I shot my last precious drops into her pleasantly tight snatch. Though the rest of my body felt like lead, I finished with a thunderous climax and she shuddered with a final giant O. As she pulled gently away, I noticed that like the others, she dipped her fingers into her steamy vagina and slathered the oily cum on to her dark, thick nipples.
“I am no longer just your grandmother. Though I will continue to be Circe’s hand-maiden, I am at your call and you are my Master.” She scrambled up my chest and offered her full breasts to my eager lips. I loved sucking on those big boobs. “Now we are bonded as one and you are the ‘Giver of Light.'” She held her tits to my mouth and lovingly fed me her sweet jugs. “At all meetings of the Coven, you are my Master, Lord Aragon. Your new Family awaits.”