*The characters in this book are fictional and fully understand the need to use protection during sex. If it is not mentioned in this novella, it is only to prevent the slowing down of the story or interruption to the fantasy element. Have fun and be safe!*
Intro – The Dove
Daughters of Venus. The Chosen. The Sacred.
Why did things happen the way they did?
Men and women were meant to live together in love, understanding, and sexual bliss. To have and to hold through sickness and health…till death do them part.
And with death they did part. Death of romance and commitment.
Life changed.
Maybe it was payback for men holding women down and forcing them to be the submissive partners to their greedy appetites. Always considered the head of the household, men often took multiple women outside of wedlock. Life continued at this sickening pace.
Until women would have no more of it. And so began the struggle for power.
Women wanted to become global business executives and world leaders and more. Men were no longer relied on to bring bread to the table.
As couples grew older and grew apart, new life didn’t start as it once did.
Why is still uncertain. Something in the water or in the air or in the food preservatives perhaps changed everything. Future conceptions resulted in an incredibly high amount of infant sons and an oddly low amount of daughters. Women were becoming extinct and only born to a chosen few.
These rarities, these special few females were in great danger as man’s desires overcame them, turning some into savages trying to take what didn’t belong to them. While some protected the ladies, others hunted them the way man stalks prey. A man with a woman on his arm was considered a champion as the dwindling female numbers made them nearly an extinct breed.
One specific group of woman hunters, the Venenum as they came to be known, would chase, rape, and often enslave any woman they came across. To them, women were seen as evil temptation.
Then there was the group of men that seemed to truly understand what was going on. God was finally holding the female form on a pedestal. We’d proven ourselves where men had failed. We were to be loved, cherished, and coveted as the beautiful and sexual beings we were.
Men were being punished with a vaginal drought.
Our sex was finally seen as treasure. Our bodies temples. Our love a gift.
Those of us who survived the Venenum collected as many of the loyal men we could find and moved to a mountain retreat we called The Dove.
Here in our makeshift paradise, women reign supreme and can take multiple husbands. The men, renamed as fellows, serve only one purpose: to care for and please their Daughter of Venus, their personal Dove, from all outsiders, especially the Venenum.
This is our story.
Lauren’s Semi-Normal Life
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of a hummingbird nipping at the feeder outside the window. Birds chirping, neighbors up bright and early getting a head start on the day, and a crisp mountain breeze blowing through the window. Bentley’s arm, heavy and muscular draped over my midsection. What an incredible way to greet the morning.
Bentley’s shaved head, the dark shadow of stubble threatening to grow back, was something I’d always found incredibly sexy. As he slept, he blew out through a tiny hole at the center of his lips and they shook gently, rumbling, reminding me of how they’d felt the night before doing something so similar in between my legs.
I rubbed my thighs together at the thought, feeling a little bit aroused. I lifted the bed sheet to peek at Bentley’s naked body, just lying there beneath the Egyptian cotton spread. His flaccid member lay limply to the side. I considered flipping around upside down and surprising him by taking him in my mouth.
Wouldn’t that be a shocking wakeup call?
I liked the idea but I knew I’d be breaking our family rule. It was a rule I’d established to help keep the boys in line. Still, seeing him there, soft and in need of attention was too tempting. Besides, what was the point of being The Dove, the head of the family, if I couldn’t indulge in a little early morning hanky panky?
What would Venus do?
I quietly tucked my legs up under me and turned, putting my feet on my pillow as I crept under the sheet.
I was face to face with it, staring at his smooth, draped over cock. I loved the thing, an extension of the man I adored sleeping right there next to me. If I had to pick a “main fellow” Bentley would probably be it. I gently ran my fingers over his balls, and his cock moved. It stirred. It wanted me as much as I wanted it.
And I was wet, something I never had a problem with. Having a variety of men at your disposal will keep you always in the game.
As I threatened to drip on the sheet, I took his balls in my hand again and lightly massaged them, running my fingers through his curly brown hair. He jerked, his feet nearly kicking me in the head.
He was up, in more ways than one.
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