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Set in Susan Cooper's "Dark is Rising" series
The Old Ones have struggled against the Dark for ages. They wield great power and magic, unimaginable to the ordinary people. But the power has corrupted them, and though their fight against the Dark continues, they openly indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.
This is a story about the Oldest of the Old Ones, Merriman Lyon, and the youngest of the Old Ones, Will Stanton.

Dark is Rising
Part 1: Over Sea, Under Stone

Jane followed the strange sound in her ear to the wing of the Grey House. It was the deep of the night, everyone was quite asleep in their rooms. But she'd woken up in the middle of a strange dream, languorous and hot, and heard the sound.
They led her to the doors of the great bedroom that her Great-Uncle Merry, usually called Gumerry, was using, and her breath caught in her throat, and she wondered whether he was ill.
"Gumerry?" she called out uncertainly, as she opened the door to the room and stepped inside. The sounds abruptly stopped, but it took her eyes to get adjusted to the gloom. She took a step inside, automatically closing the door behind her. She knew the room was huge, with lots of empty spaces until she reached the bed.
"Jane!" a gasp from her mother, then her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she saw them in the gloom. She looked at them, puzzled, trying to understand the situation, although an instinctive part of her knew what was going on.
Her mother was kneeling on the floor, naked. Even in the dim light Jane could see the clear paleness of her skin invaded by a scarlet blush that colored her torso, where her bare breasts were rising and falling with quick breath. Her eyes were filled with shocked shame, and fear.
Before her mother, Gumerry was also naked, standing tall and strong. His dark eyes were turned to Jane, and they gleamed with an inner light. Jane felt a strange tightening of her throat, and a hot flush that leaped from that place between her legs.
"I, I thought I just heard...." Jane swallowed hard. A part of her was screaming to get away, to leave and not look back, but another part of her, touched by Gumerry's strange gaze, wanted to remain.
"Come here, Jane," Gumerry whispered, and without thinking Jane obeyed, crossing the distance to him. Still kneeling on the ground, her mother's face changed to surprised fear.
"Merry!" she cried in a fierce whisper.
"How old are you, Jane?" Gumerry asked, ignoring her mother.
"Eleven," answered Jane. The look in his face turned to something she'd have called hungry, but surely it wasn't that past dinnertime, was it?
"She's old enough," said Gumerry to her mother. Jane didn't know what they were talking about, only that it seemed to have something to do with her age.
"But still...." her mother protested.
"Not any younger than your first time with me," Gumerry said. "It's all right, Ellen." Gumerry gently patted her mother's head, and Jane saw the shame and fear in her mother's face fade away. Her mother turn to Gumerry, bending her face forward to something she couldn't quite make out.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, Jane? It's quite hot in here," Gumerry suggested when she stopped at his side. Jane nodded in agreement, and kicked off her sneakers, then pulled off her pants and shirt, then with a moments hesitation her panties as well.
All the while, she could feel Gumerry's eyes boring into her, sizing out every inch of her pale young flesh, and she felt a slight fear, but more instinctively something warm gush through her body.
"She's a natural, Ellen," said Gumerry in a strange tone. Only a muffled moan came from her mother below, and Gumerry chuckled before turning back to her.
"Why don't you sit down beside your mother?" Gumerry suggested again, and Jane promptly obeyed. Something told her to copy her mother, so she knelt on the thick carpet, finding the pose only slightly uncomfortable. Gumerry's face took on a look of satisfaction, and Jane was glad that she'd pleased him somehow.
"Ellen," Gumerry called, and this time his voice was more commanding and firm.
Turning her face, Jane could see that her mother had something in her mouth, something thick and long that made her red lips stretch and her pale cheeks bulge. At Gumerry's words, she reluctantly pulled her face away, and a thick string of spittle hung from the thing and her mother.
With a slight shock, Jane realised that the thing was attached to Gumerry, between his legs, and felt a hot flush when she realised that her mother had had it in her mouth.
"Do you know what this is, Jane?" her mother asked, her voice strangely husky.
"A pecker," replied Jane, memory suddenly supplying something she had overheard other boys at the school talking about. A soft chuckle broke from Gumerry, but her mother only smiled.
"No, darling. That's what we call the little boys' things. This, Jane, is a cock."
"A cock," repeated Jane.
"Here, touch it," said her mother, guiding her hand to it. Jane drew in a breath at the heavy weight in her hand, strong and firm, and the throbbing of a pulse running through. She explored it in fascination, feeling the soft hardness within.
"Now, try taking it in your mouth, dear. Like a lollipop. Yes, there, that's a good girl, just let it into your mouth...."
Jane obeyed, feeling the 'cock' slide past her lips, stretching it, deep into her mouth. She tried to resist when it slipped past as tongue deeper down her throat, but her mother had a gentle grip on her head that wouldn't allow her to back away.
Jane gagged, but it was relentless, and she tried to fight both the fear of being suffocated and of throwing up, certain that she would die, when it suddenly stopped entering.
Opening eyes that she didn't realise she'd closed, Jane was surprised to see a thick bush of white hair before her nose, and Gumerry's towering figure standing directly before her. He'd moved forward, until she was kneeling between his legs.
"Now, move your tongue against it, Jane dear. Taste it, feel it, yes, just like that...suck it with your cheeks dear, then out, yes...."
Jane did as she was instructed, feeling the thing leap and jerk inside her mouth. Her mother had wrapped her in a tight hug behind her, pressing her naked flesh against her daughter as she gave whispered instructions into Jane's ear.
Jane could also feel her mother touch her down there, between her legs in the tight lips. She felt hot and strange when she did that, a strange rush of blood in her ears that rang, even as the thing filling her mouth sawed back and forth.
How long she was like that, caught in her mother's tight embrace and searching hands as she sucked on Gumerry's 'cock.' But the rush of blood was coming faster, her sight blurring with the increased sensations in her mouth and between her legs.
The sensations built and built and built between her legs until she could bear it no longer. Then with a sudden breakthrough it became too much, and she arched her back and screamed at the smashing coils of hot pleasure spreading out from her belly. Her sobbing moans were muffled by the thick slab filling her mouth, on which she sucked tightly, caught in a lash of sensations she could understand.
Then she felt it, the cock pulsing inside her mouth, then she felt something hot and salty gushing into her mouth, slapping against the back of her throat where she was forced to swallow or choke. But still there was too much, and she could dimly feel it filling her mouth and leaking out of the corners of her lips.
Suddenly the cock pulled away, and Jane fell to the floor, sobbing and panting in a rush of sensations. She could feel her mother hug her tightly, feel the crush of bare flesh on her own, and the touch of her mother's hand between her legs.
"Good girl, Jane. Good girl," her mother whispered into her ears. Jane only moaned, overwhelmed with the sensations that rocked her young body.
She felt strong arms lift her up, then carry her over to the great bed, and gently laid her on her back on the sheets. Looking up, she saw Gumerry towering above her, eyes gleaming.
Her mother joined her on the bed, laying on her stomach. Jane turned to see her mother's eyes, gleaming with something she'd never seen before in her mother. A slim hand reached out and took Jane's hand, guiding it between her legs. Jane was surprised to find that it was very wet.
"Now, Jane darling. Do you know what this is?"
"A peewee," Jane answered, blushing, aware that Gumerry was watching everything. But a strange pleasure also washed over her as she said it, as if she was saying something naughty.
A silvery laughter burst from her mother's lips. "No, dear. That is a little girl's name for it. A woman called it her pussy. Say it, Jane."
"A pussy," repeated Jane.
"Yesss," crooned her mother. "Now, do you know what your Great-Uncle Merry is going to do with his cock?"
"Is...is he going to put his cock inside my pussy?" Jane asked, suddenly afraid. The thought of the huge thing nestling inside her tiny body seemed impossible.
"Oh, don't worry, darling," answered her mother, nibbling at her ear. "Merry will be very, very gentle. It'll only hurt a little the first time, and then...why, after that you'll be begging him for more!"
Her mother's tongue flicked in and out of her ear, leaving wet trails around her lobe. But Jane's eyes were fixed on Gumerry, who settled himself on the bed. Instinctively, Jane parted her legs open, and a smile reached Gumerry's lips, as he moved forward until he was nestled between her legs.
Crouching over her, Gumerry rested his hands on either side of her head, as her mother backed away. His deep eyes gazed into her own, and Jane felt the strange heat coil in her belly again.
"Are you afraid, Jane?" he asked in his deep voice.
"N...no...." she answered, trembling.
Gumerry lowered his hips, and Jane saw her mother's hand reach out and guide his cock to her pussy. She shivered as it touched the sensitive bare outer skin, then as it slowly started entering her.
"Does it hurt, little Jane? Is it painful?" hissed her mother, and Jane shook her head no. Gumerry lowered his hips further, and Jane felt as if it was stretching her to ripping, but still she didn't complain. Finally Gumerry came to a slight stop, and Jane wondered whether that was it.
"Now, dearest," said her mother. "This is going to hurt a little."
The pain was incredible, and Jane screamed, tears flying from her eyes as she felt torn in two, hot knives stabbing into her belly. She felt Gumerry's cock deep inside her, deeper than she ever believed something could be inside, splitting her in two. She sobbed, and felt hot licks on her face as her tears were licked away, and her mother's voice at her ear.
"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry it had to hurt. But it has to, for the first time. And you'll feel better soon...so much better...."
For some time Gumerry held motionless, and Jane could feel the pain ease from hot sharpness to a dull throbbing. But still his cock was lodged deep inside her, and she felt the tendrils of heat from her belly again.
Gumerry, somehow noticing her change, started moving gently, then in bigger and bigger movements. The first time he'd make a move, Jane bit her lips in pain, then felt it ebb away to be replaced by the delicious heat in her belly. Then he'd make the movement bigger, and the cycle would go on again, until he was pulling and thrusting almost completely out of her pussy, and she could feel nothing but the heat in her belly, and pussy.
"Do you like it, Jane?" asked Gumerry, his voice rougher and coarser. Jane nodded, but Gumerry shook his head. "Tell me."
"Yes, it...it feels good, Gumerry," Jane whispered, realising that she was breathing heavily. Gumerry moved harder, bringing more pleasure to her young body.
"Tell me," Gumerry said again, and she recognized it as a command. And that he must be obeyed, no matter what.
"Yes, it feels good, Gumerry!" she whispered harshly, and was rewarded with more pleasure.
"Again!"
"Yes, it's good!"
"Again!"
"Yes!"
"Again!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Gumerry! Yes! I love it! Give me! Give me! Cock! Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!!"
She was screaming, crying out again and again and Gumerry pounded into her young pussy, giving her more and more and more pleasure until stars burst before her eyes, and distantly she could hear her mother's silvery laughter and Gumerry's heaving panting and her own voice, begging and pleading and begging, until she screamed as blackness came over her vision.

Her senses returned slowly, and she could feel someone hovering above her. Opening her eyes, she looked into her mother's eyes, hazy and wide with something she had learned to recognize as pleasure.
Her mother was on her hands and knees above, and Jane could see Gumerry thrusting his hard cock into her mother's pussy, covered with curly hair unlike her own. Her mother was moaning and grunting with each thrust, her firm breasts bouncing against each other.
Reaching out, Jane took one of them in her hands, hung like a ripe fruit. She twisted, and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from her mother's slack mouth. Pleased, Jane explored her mother's tits further, playing with her engorged nipples, until her mother too screamed and thrashed above her, Gumerry's thick cock protuding from her dripping pussy.

"Where's Jane?" asked Mr Drew to his wife, as she wandered into the dining room, dressed in her nightgown.
"Jane's feeling under the weather. I thought I'll take her something to eat. Where are the boys?" replied Ellen Drew. She looked tired, he thought. Probably from nursing their daughter all night, the poor dear. Explains why she wasn't at his side when he woke up in the morning.
"They're out and about, exploring. Look, I have to run to the town. Do you want me to get something for Jane, or fetch a doctor?"
"No, dear. She'll be fine with some rest. Just a bit of the excitement, that's all."
"Oh, good," said Mr Drew, closing his newspaper. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well then, I ought to be running."
"Be careful, dear."
After she heard the car leave, Ellen Drew went back upstairs. Not to her room, or to Jane's room, but to Merry's.
Entering the room, she found Merry with his back to the headboard, and a moaning, writhing Jane straddling him, and that magnificent cock. Ellen smiled, remembering what it had been like on her first morning, as well. She couldn't stay away from it for an hour.
She strode over to the bed, watching her eleven year old daughter ride Merry to another orgasm. Merry was watching her with aroused amusement, then turning his gaze to her.
"The boys have all gone out, today. We have the house to ourselves," Ellen said, smiling as she discarded her nightgown. "A good thing, it seems, since our daughter seems to be a slut."
Merry smiled back, as the little nymph writhed and arched in ecstasy, gasping and panting. Ellen watched, as her daughter was filled with the cum of her real father, and shivered with lust.

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