The red moon manor
of
Alhena
genre
pulp
The Red Moon Manor was always an interesting Victorian Mansion that has always been surrounded by urban legends. Out here in the English countryside, the people have always been quite curious as to what really happens there if anything at all. The Red Moon Manor is a three story home that covers many meters on a huge property covered by large gardens on all sides. The previous owner was a reclusive old man that hardly left his property. Most of the folks around here came to the conclusion that he gained his wealth through a shipping company.
However, the solitary old man passed away about 3 years ago; leaving the home to become reclaimed by nature. The gardens died and the grass and trees became overgrown. The manor was rather secluded from our village that was a half kilometer away. Separated by green hills and a bit of forest; it was always something we could see into since there were so many hills around it. And yet no-one ever saw anything.
As of the past month; maintenance began on the home. The gardens flourished and the grass was cut. The trees were trimmed and the structure was refortified.
I am just a typical English bloke. I've got short red hair and a beard; from my fathers Irish genes. I had just gotten back from a third tour in Afghanistan with the military; and now I had completed my service. I had already been in the village for a month, and I had grown a bit bored. As it turns out; I didn't know what to do with myself. However, with so many rumors spreading about the Red Moon Manor; I decided to do some investigation myself.
In my last tour, I provided sniper reconnaissance; so the hills around the manor made it perfect to scope the place out.
Once a week, there would be mysterious cars driving in and out of the manor around midnight. One interesting theory was that the manor was purchased by a Qatari princess who was apparently a sex freak. She was caught recently having an orgy with 7 European blokes. She sounded very wild; it could be that these cars were there to fulfill her Euro Sex cravings in a more secluded place than a London hotel. I was doubtful though.
As I began to head home; a large line of cars rolled into the front gate of the mansion. Something told me that I had to find out.
The back of the mansion had only a small gate since it was protected by the woods in the back; along with it's huge gardens.
I passed into the woods and came upon the rear gardens of the mansion. Everything was lit up gracefully by the bright moonlight. It was like stepping into a royal garden. Plants galore, a peaceful water fountain in the distance, and the vague sight of a large bush maze. I walked around the garden in amazement. It was as if I was in a dream.
As I approached the sound of water I saw a small pathway that led to the fountain. I walked about 9 meters down the pathway; and saw the water fountain that was out in the open; but surrounded by the large fauna filled walls.
Before I entered the area, I peeked over the entrance to see if the coast was clear. As I stuck my head out and began to take a step towards the fountain; I saw what I never would have imagined. Standing at the fountain; gazing in its water was a woman. Her body was beautiful and completely naked. The only thing she had on was a purple hijab. Something commonly worn by Muslim woman. Yet, something they would never wear with nothing else. Her face was exquisite. She almost shined in the moonlight as the water reflected into her beautiful face and body. Her hijab also seemed to be loosely wrapped around her head; with some long black strands of hair falling out the front.
I watched in bewilderment as she gracefully put her hands together behind her back doing a light stretch as she protruded her body as if she was doing an a****listic mating call. I continued to watch. She then slowly turned her head to the right and saw me just 6 meters away from her. I thought she would freak out or yell. But she just turned her body and smiled at me.
Before I could muster up the words I'm sorry; she raised her hand towards me and raised her index finger. She then wriggled it slowly, back and forth as if she was beckoning me to come. Like a deer in headlights I slowly walked towards this beautiful exotic specimen of a woman.
I wondered if she was the Qatari princess. I then realized they looked nothing alike, and continued towards her. As I got within 4 meters, she started walking backwards towards the garden maze; still beckoning me forward. I did just that as she disappeared into the maze.
I began to run through the maze trying to find her as quickly as possible. At various points I saw her beautiful naked body gracefully running through the maze leading me to branching paths. Just as I began to get frustrated I had reached the end. There was a large statue of David surrounded by the green maze walls; with the woman sitting with her legs crossed underneath it.
She just smiled playfully at me as I slowly approached her, smiling back. As I walked closer, she raised her arms out to me as I touched her waist standing her up as we both kissed. I had never kissed a Muslim woman before, but I really enjoyed it. We became so passionate that we began to lock our tongues as I caressed one of her beautiful breasts; making sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't. She continued making love with me as she reached down and grabbed my penis in my pants as it was hardening. She broke our kiss and looked down smiling at my cock. I was expecting her to say something; instead she looked back up to me smiling and moving her tongue to push against the inside of her cheek; signaling to me that she wanted it in her mouth.
By no means did I have any objections. I touched her cheek and she knelt down massaging my cock that was fully erect in my pants. It was bulging so much that it began to hurt from being entrapped by my pants. I was gonna make a joke about it; but I could see she wanted this to be a quiet fanciful experience. And so did I. She slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock; letting out a huge gasp as she was shocked by my huge member.
She started to suck me like no one has before. It must have been the taboo of it that made it so extra wonderful. Seeing her beautiful face looking up at me with a hijab on her head and my big white cock in her mouth.
After she finished sucking me I stood her up and lifted one of her legs shoving my cock into her tight pussy as she let out her soft moans as I gently thrusted into her; slowly getting stronger. Afterwards she layed on the statue platform as I stood next to it fucking her as she let out her moans while she bit her fingers as if to keep quiet.
I grasped her breasts with one hand and rubbed her soft legs and stomach with the other. We continued in this position for a good 15 minutes until I told her I was about to cum.
I began to pull out to let her choose. Right before I could pull all the way out; she instinctively grabbed my penis and shoved it back into her vagina. I was certainly surprised but had no objections. She nodded yes as she moaned heavily at this point.
I began to lose control as my cock started filling up her pussy with the my hot DNA; filling it to the brim. Some started to pour out; only due to the full capacity from what was the biggest load in my life. I pulled my softened cock out of her body as she panted looking up to the night sky on the elevated statue base; gently touching the cum that poured out of her like a waterfall; rubbing it all over her naked body. I crawled on top of her and kissed her. We layed together looking at the bright moon and stars above us. I had just done all this, and still had no answers to this place; it was like an Alice in Wonderland type of scenario.
A few minutes passed, and she stood up and looked at me. grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the manor. "I want to show you something." she said in a thick mysterious accent.
I shook my head in shock. "You can speak?"
"Of course." She said. "I just love the mysticism of the quiet night, silly." she said as she softly tapped the tip of my nose. "I know why you came here originally." she said as she put her head against my chest walking to the manor. I wrapped my arm around her as well; feeling a strong unspoken emotional bond with her. Her hair was messily falling out of her hihjab which kept me insanely fascinated by her.
"I'm Reginald, by the way." I said as we were mere meters from the mansion.
"Reginald.....lovely name." she said looking up at me." We should name our son Reginald." "Maybe Elizabeth, if it's a girl."
I thought she was joking; but she seemed serious. I kind of was interested in the idea. Especially since I had nothing going on in my life now that I was out of the military. "I.......I like that." I said smiling back at her.
She let go of me and walked up against a bland wall. "I'm Noora. One of the princesses of the Kingdom of Qatar."
I couldn't believe that the rumor was true.
"So....you're the one that loves orgies....huh...." I said feeling used.
"No, not at all. That is my s****r. We both own this mansion. I wanted to be outside; because I don't care too much for orgies. I'm more of a.....one on one kind of woman." she said fixing her hijab. She then pressed a random brick; and a section of the wall slid open revealing a passage to the basement. "Come.... Reginald." she said gently grabbing my hand leading me into the well lit hallway. It looked like any other typical mansion hallway with yellow walls and red carpet with several lanterns lining the pathway.
The door closed behind us as she led me down the hallway. I could hear the distinct sound of male and female moaning down the hallway. Noora had a funny way of walking with what looked like a limp from having my cum fermenting inside of her. She led me to a door, and opened it; exposing me to another sight I never thought I would see.
It was a medium sized room filled with about 15 Muslim women wearing hijabs fucking about 30 European men in a humongous orgy. Some of the guys had French, German, Italian accents; yet some of the were from England. Hell, one of the blokes was someone that I knew. I couldn't believe the rumors were true. I could hardly think with so many loud moans.
"Are these all princesses?" I asked.
"Yes, from various Muslim kingdoms." Noora said. "They can't do this in our home countries; so they let out there desire here. My s****r purchased it about three years ago; but now she is planning on getting a new place in Greece for Muslim princesses and queens to fulfill their Euro lust.
"Wow, I would never would have imagined."
"Being concealed and chaste all the time does make Muslim women some of the horniest in the world, surprisingly." Noora said rubbing my arm.
She took me up to her room where we had a second round of sex.
The next day, I met her s****r since the other princesses had already left. Then we discussed her giving the mansion to Noora. A month later Noora was to be given the mansion if she gave up her princess status. Shortly beforehand; she found out she was pregnant from my seed. I told her I would be with her. She then told her s****r she would give it up to have the mansion and to be with me.
From then on; we were the new inhabitants of the Red Moon Manor where we raised our Reginald and Elizabeth.
However, the solitary old man passed away about 3 years ago; leaving the home to become reclaimed by nature. The gardens died and the grass and trees became overgrown. The manor was rather secluded from our village that was a half kilometer away. Separated by green hills and a bit of forest; it was always something we could see into since there were so many hills around it. And yet no-one ever saw anything.
As of the past month; maintenance began on the home. The gardens flourished and the grass was cut. The trees were trimmed and the structure was refortified.
I am just a typical English bloke. I've got short red hair and a beard; from my fathers Irish genes. I had just gotten back from a third tour in Afghanistan with the military; and now I had completed my service. I had already been in the village for a month, and I had grown a bit bored. As it turns out; I didn't know what to do with myself. However, with so many rumors spreading about the Red Moon Manor; I decided to do some investigation myself.
In my last tour, I provided sniper reconnaissance; so the hills around the manor made it perfect to scope the place out.
Once a week, there would be mysterious cars driving in and out of the manor around midnight. One interesting theory was that the manor was purchased by a Qatari princess who was apparently a sex freak. She was caught recently having an orgy with 7 European blokes. She sounded very wild; it could be that these cars were there to fulfill her Euro Sex cravings in a more secluded place than a London hotel. I was doubtful though.
As I began to head home; a large line of cars rolled into the front gate of the mansion. Something told me that I had to find out.
The back of the mansion had only a small gate since it was protected by the woods in the back; along with it's huge gardens.
I passed into the woods and came upon the rear gardens of the mansion. Everything was lit up gracefully by the bright moonlight. It was like stepping into a royal garden. Plants galore, a peaceful water fountain in the distance, and the vague sight of a large bush maze. I walked around the garden in amazement. It was as if I was in a dream.
As I approached the sound of water I saw a small pathway that led to the fountain. I walked about 9 meters down the pathway; and saw the water fountain that was out in the open; but surrounded by the large fauna filled walls.
Before I entered the area, I peeked over the entrance to see if the coast was clear. As I stuck my head out and began to take a step towards the fountain; I saw what I never would have imagined. Standing at the fountain; gazing in its water was a woman. Her body was beautiful and completely naked. The only thing she had on was a purple hijab. Something commonly worn by Muslim woman. Yet, something they would never wear with nothing else. Her face was exquisite. She almost shined in the moonlight as the water reflected into her beautiful face and body. Her hijab also seemed to be loosely wrapped around her head; with some long black strands of hair falling out the front.
I watched in bewilderment as she gracefully put her hands together behind her back doing a light stretch as she protruded her body as if she was doing an a****listic mating call. I continued to watch. She then slowly turned her head to the right and saw me just 6 meters away from her. I thought she would freak out or yell. But she just turned her body and smiled at me.
Before I could muster up the words I'm sorry; she raised her hand towards me and raised her index finger. She then wriggled it slowly, back and forth as if she was beckoning me to come. Like a deer in headlights I slowly walked towards this beautiful exotic specimen of a woman.
I wondered if she was the Qatari princess. I then realized they looked nothing alike, and continued towards her. As I got within 4 meters, she started walking backwards towards the garden maze; still beckoning me forward. I did just that as she disappeared into the maze.
I began to run through the maze trying to find her as quickly as possible. At various points I saw her beautiful naked body gracefully running through the maze leading me to branching paths. Just as I began to get frustrated I had reached the end. There was a large statue of David surrounded by the green maze walls; with the woman sitting with her legs crossed underneath it.
She just smiled playfully at me as I slowly approached her, smiling back. As I walked closer, she raised her arms out to me as I touched her waist standing her up as we both kissed. I had never kissed a Muslim woman before, but I really enjoyed it. We became so passionate that we began to lock our tongues as I caressed one of her beautiful breasts; making sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't. She continued making love with me as she reached down and grabbed my penis in my pants as it was hardening. She broke our kiss and looked down smiling at my cock. I was expecting her to say something; instead she looked back up to me smiling and moving her tongue to push against the inside of her cheek; signaling to me that she wanted it in her mouth.
By no means did I have any objections. I touched her cheek and she knelt down massaging my cock that was fully erect in my pants. It was bulging so much that it began to hurt from being entrapped by my pants. I was gonna make a joke about it; but I could see she wanted this to be a quiet fanciful experience. And so did I. She slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock; letting out a huge gasp as she was shocked by my huge member.
She started to suck me like no one has before. It must have been the taboo of it that made it so extra wonderful. Seeing her beautiful face looking up at me with a hijab on her head and my big white cock in her mouth.
After she finished sucking me I stood her up and lifted one of her legs shoving my cock into her tight pussy as she let out her soft moans as I gently thrusted into her; slowly getting stronger. Afterwards she layed on the statue platform as I stood next to it fucking her as she let out her moans while she bit her fingers as if to keep quiet.
I grasped her breasts with one hand and rubbed her soft legs and stomach with the other. We continued in this position for a good 15 minutes until I told her I was about to cum.
I began to pull out to let her choose. Right before I could pull all the way out; she instinctively grabbed my penis and shoved it back into her vagina. I was certainly surprised but had no objections. She nodded yes as she moaned heavily at this point.
I began to lose control as my cock started filling up her pussy with the my hot DNA; filling it to the brim. Some started to pour out; only due to the full capacity from what was the biggest load in my life. I pulled my softened cock out of her body as she panted looking up to the night sky on the elevated statue base; gently touching the cum that poured out of her like a waterfall; rubbing it all over her naked body. I crawled on top of her and kissed her. We layed together looking at the bright moon and stars above us. I had just done all this, and still had no answers to this place; it was like an Alice in Wonderland type of scenario.
A few minutes passed, and she stood up and looked at me. grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the manor. "I want to show you something." she said in a thick mysterious accent.
I shook my head in shock. "You can speak?"
"Of course." She said. "I just love the mysticism of the quiet night, silly." she said as she softly tapped the tip of my nose. "I know why you came here originally." she said as she put her head against my chest walking to the manor. I wrapped my arm around her as well; feeling a strong unspoken emotional bond with her. Her hair was messily falling out of her hihjab which kept me insanely fascinated by her.
"I'm Reginald, by the way." I said as we were mere meters from the mansion.
"Reginald.....lovely name." she said looking up at me." We should name our son Reginald." "Maybe Elizabeth, if it's a girl."
I thought she was joking; but she seemed serious. I kind of was interested in the idea. Especially since I had nothing going on in my life now that I was out of the military. "I.......I like that." I said smiling back at her.
She let go of me and walked up against a bland wall. "I'm Noora. One of the princesses of the Kingdom of Qatar."
I couldn't believe that the rumor was true.
"So....you're the one that loves orgies....huh...." I said feeling used.
"No, not at all. That is my s****r. We both own this mansion. I wanted to be outside; because I don't care too much for orgies. I'm more of a.....one on one kind of woman." she said fixing her hijab. She then pressed a random brick; and a section of the wall slid open revealing a passage to the basement. "Come.... Reginald." she said gently grabbing my hand leading me into the well lit hallway. It looked like any other typical mansion hallway with yellow walls and red carpet with several lanterns lining the pathway.
The door closed behind us as she led me down the hallway. I could hear the distinct sound of male and female moaning down the hallway. Noora had a funny way of walking with what looked like a limp from having my cum fermenting inside of her. She led me to a door, and opened it; exposing me to another sight I never thought I would see.
It was a medium sized room filled with about 15 Muslim women wearing hijabs fucking about 30 European men in a humongous orgy. Some of the guys had French, German, Italian accents; yet some of the were from England. Hell, one of the blokes was someone that I knew. I couldn't believe the rumors were true. I could hardly think with so many loud moans.
"Are these all princesses?" I asked.
"Yes, from various Muslim kingdoms." Noora said. "They can't do this in our home countries; so they let out there desire here. My s****r purchased it about three years ago; but now she is planning on getting a new place in Greece for Muslim princesses and queens to fulfill their Euro lust.
"Wow, I would never would have imagined."
"Being concealed and chaste all the time does make Muslim women some of the horniest in the world, surprisingly." Noora said rubbing my arm.
She took me up to her room where we had a second round of sex.
The next day, I met her s****r since the other princesses had already left. Then we discussed her giving the mansion to Noora. A month later Noora was to be given the mansion if she gave up her princess status. Shortly beforehand; she found out she was pregnant from my seed. I told her I would be with her. She then told her s****r she would give it up to have the mansion and to be with me.
From then on; we were the new inhabitants of the Red Moon Manor where we raised our Reginald and Elizabeth.
0
votes
votes
score
0
0
Readers comments on the erotic story