The Rogue’s Harem Book 3, Chapter 1: The Rogue’s Embrace
Introduction:
The rogue celebrates their victory over the naga with his harem at the start of the final novel!
Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem
Part One: The Rogue’s Embrace
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.
Chapter One: The Rogue’s Embrace
Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
An owl hooted.
Despite the hour, the streets of Az bustled with activity. The entire city had come awake thanks to the uproar. My shoulders itched as I ushered my women through the crowd. I felt exposed, naked, watched. Zizthithana and her last followers were dead, her attempt to recover the amulet failed, but someone was bound to recognize us.
To report to Prince Meinard where his wayward daughter Ava went and that two of his fugitives, my sister Kora and myself, were with her. He detested the fact she fell in love with someone as low as me, my family barely nobles. We were hardly more than trumped up merchants.
The bastard burned down my home, killed my parents and my little sister trying to murder me. Only chance saved Kora and me. For the last year, my sister and I plotted our vengeance on him. Now everything had spiraled out of control.
“Just walk natural,” I said, my arm around the trembling Nathalie. My youngest sex slave, a girl of eighteen, trembled beside me, her golden pigtails sweeping about her shoulders. She performed well during the fight, helping to get Princess Ava’s unconscious body to safety along with another of my sex slaves, the busty Greta. “It’ll be fine.”
“Yes, Master,” Nathalie said, her voice tight.
“We belong here,” Kora said. My sister walked on the other side of me, her blonde hair gathered in a pair of braids that feel down the back of her pink robes. Those marked her as a Radiant of Rithi, what the followers of the Goddess of Art called a priestess. The robes clung to her, the fabric almost diaphanous, hinting at her lush body. She had the pale skin of a Zeutchian milkmaid, her eyes bright blue in the passing torchlight. “We’ll be fine.”
“Fine,” Princess Ava nodded. She strode on my right, her hand holding Nathalie’s. Ava had a slimmer build, her hair a strawberry blonde that fell about her regal, youthful features. She had an intelligent quality about her when she was serious, an almost scholarly air that would melt away into wicked passion in private. “Just keep your head raised, Nathalie.”
“Yes, Mistress Ava.”
“People are going to notice us, Master,” yowled my first sex slave, the lamia scampering before me.
She never wore clothing despite the chill in the spring night air. Her tawny, cat-like tail swept behind her, thrusting out where her spine met the curves of her rump. She had matching, triangular ears thrusting out of her lustrous mane of tawny hair that spilled about her slender shoulders. I rescued her from her Shizhuthian master, a terrible human who served the Zizthithana. In doing so, I came across the ruby amulet about my sister’s neck, the artifact that landed us in this mess. What started as a simple raid to disrupt Prince Meinard’s alliance with the naga turned worse when we liberated the phylactery, a device that holds a soul, of the Biomancer Vebrin.
I shuddered even thinking of that monstrous warlock unleashed on the world again.
“I stand out, Master,” Zanyia continued. She threw a look over her shoulder at me, her tail swishing faster. “I mean, look at how cute I am.”
I arched an eyebrow at her.
She gave me a toothy grin and purred. Her race had many cat-like features.
“She is cute,” Aingeal said from above. My faerie-wife—yes, I had a faerie-wife, a sister-wife, and I was betrothed to Princess Ava—flew above us, her magic keeping herself invisible. Pink hair and matching butterfly wings drew notice. Fairies were not common. They lived in their own world sequestered away from ours. When they did appear, it was usually to play pranks from the shadows, not to walk openly through one of the largest cities in the world.
“We are heading to the Temple of Rithi,” EalaĂn said. “Unusual beings who possess artistic beauty congregate there. A lamia will not be thought unusual.”
EalaĂn would know about being unusual. The demigoddess marched behind us in her armor, the metal clinking. She had skin blacker than any human, a true midnight, while her hair was snow-white, it wasn’t from age—her youth was apparent. Her citrine eyes gave her a striking visage, almost glowing surrounded by the dark skin of her face.
“Once we arrive, we shall have shelter for the night,” the aoi si continued.
“Word will get out,” I muttered. “We fought an ogre. No hiding that.”
“And you were running around naked fighting a naga, Master,” Zanyia said, her voice full of delight. Zizthithana was her ultimate owner, giving her to her last master as a present. Her tail swished with vicious glee. “Ooh, I wish I could have seen you chop off her head.”
“It was so scary,” Nathalie said.
“Uh-huh,” Greta moaned. She walked behind Ava, almost clutching at the princess’s skirt. Originally, she was Ava’s bedmaid, but Zanyia inducted her as my third sex slave. I had no say in the matter. Apparently, a man just had to accept it when a girl declared herself his slave. I couldn’t even order them be free, though they would do anything else for me. “You were so amazing, Master.”
“Mmm, I bet you were, brother mine,” purred my sister, a husky tone to her voice.
My dick throbbed. The fight was exhilarating. Fighting the naga and then the ogre had set my blood on fire. I lived for new risks. New adventures. I had a restless spirit. I dragged my poor sister with me. She should be in a place like Az creating the art she devoted herself to instead of following after me.
I had to let her go. I swore an oath to her Goddess. The moment we destroyed that amulet…
I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to enjoy my sister for as long as I could. I wanted to make every incestuous memory I could for as long as I could. My dick ached in my leather pants for her beauty.
“I’ll show you, sister dear,” I told her, putting my arm around her shoulder and pulling her tight. “As soon as we are in the temple, I’ll demonstrate my prowess.”
She gave me a smoky look, her blue eyes trembling with her love and passion. She planted a hot kiss on my lips. I savored the forbidden delight. Custom said brother and sisters couldn’t love each other. I didn’t care.
I loved her. And I had to give her up.
Kora furrowed her brow. “Is something wrong, Sven?”
“Nothing, sister dear,” I said, putting on a smile. “Just impatient to get to our rooms at the temple.”
“There it is!” Zanyia hissed. “We’re almost there! Then Master can fuck his sister! I love watching that.”
“Me, too,” Nathalie said.
“You just like licking up all his cum out of her pussy,” Ava said. She grinned at the younger girl, that serious expression melting off the princess’s face. “So do I. It’s so naughty.”
Nathalie nodded her head in agreement.
“Mmm, it is,” Kora sighed, leaning against me.
Since arriving in Az a week ago, we were known to the followers of Rithi. They gave us shelter and called upon their Goddess to heal us of a terrible poison. It was during that miracle that I made my deal with Rithi: our lives in exchange for setting my sister free to explore her art.
After a brief talk with Glimmer Kolman, we were escorted through the sleeping temple to the same quarters we occupied before we moved out to a boarding house near the University. We needed a place closer to where we spent the last week researching how to destroy the phylactery.
“May Rithi’s inspiration bless you tonight,” Kolman said, bowing as he closed the doors behind us.
“She’s inspiring something in us,” Zanyia giggled. “Wet pussies and Master’s hard cock!”
“Mmm, yes,” Kora purred, her hand sliding down to squeeze my cock.
Aingeal smiled as her illusion melted away, revealing her busty form leaning against the wall, nipples pierced by gold rings. Her pink hair framed her hungry face, her body willowy and bountiful. A hairless pussy gleamed with her excitement. “Slaves, strip my husband now. My sister-in-law needs his cock in her.”
“So badly,” Kora moaned as she gave my dick a squeeze. “I need to make sure that naga didn’t break your dick after you fucked her.”
“Distracted her,” I said as Greta, Nathalie, and Zanyia went to work on the lacings holding on my leather jerkin, pants, and boots. Like all races birthed from the God of Lust, nagas were driven by sex.
“Right, brother mine,” Kora said, amusement on her lips. She shook her head, her hands opening her robes and revealing her tattooed body.
I shuddered at the sight of her round breasts, ignoring the amulet dangling between them. Her left tit was entwined by a vine covered in pink flowers. Matching tattoos entwined up her right arm, her left leg, and spilling around her shaved pubic mound towards her pussy. Each one represented her rank in her church’s hierarchy and her mastery over one of the arts.
She tugged on her pink, upswept nipples. Her breasts jiggled when she released them, a moan rising from her throat. I groaned, my dick throbbing. It bounced free of my pants as the slaves ripped them down. Kora sauntered to the bed, her entire body moving with a dancer’s grace, every movement deliberate, calibrated to make my dick throb and ache.
She reached the bed, crawling on it, her rump swaying. Her right, shaved slit peeked between her thighs. The flowers adorning her left leg seemed to ripple and beckon, almost alive. I groaned, a naughty hand stroking my dick as I watched her. She reached the head of the bed and rolled over onto her back, body spread out and open.
Inviting.
“I’m waiting, brother mine.”
“Gods, you are a woman, sister dear.”
Ava giggled. “How did you fail to notice?” The princess, also naked, slid onto the bed. She had a petite body, her breasts small and conical, topped by dusky nipples. Strawberry-blonde locks spilled off her shoulder as she reached out and seized my sister’s left breast. “Could you not have noticed these lovely mounds.”
“Mmm, maybe,” Kora moaned then shuddered as Ava leaned down and licked the pink nipple.
“Gods, you both are so delicious,” I moaned, stepping out of my leather pants, my balls aching. I had to love my sister, to enjoy her tonight. To pretend I would get to enjoy her forever.
“Aren’t they?” Aingeal asked. My faerie-wife—Zanyia tricked Aingeal into declaring herself my woman three times when we first met; a faerie was bound to any promise they make thrice—settled down on Kora’s right. Aingeal seized my sister’s other tit, squeezing it. “Mmm, Ava has the right idea.”
“She is a princess,” Greta said, standing up before me and smiling. “Enjoy your sister, Master.”
I gave the busty, eighteen-year-old slave a hot kiss on the lips. She quivered, her bodice pressing into my naked chest. I would have kept kissing her, and exploring all her charms, but my sister let out a wanton moan. Aingeal sucked on her other nipple. The three of the women I loved playing with each other.
“Go and please your sister, Master,” Zanyia moaned. My lamia sex-slave rubbed her cheeks against my dick. “Before I become naughty and suck on your hard cock. I’d make you cum so hard. And that would be wicked of me.”
“So wicked,” I groaned, my heart thudding in my chest.
My sex slaves turned their attention to EalaĂn in her armor. I heard leather straps rasp and metal jangle as I approached the bed, my eyes fixed on the sapphic delight before me. Ava and Aingeal’s hair, strawberry and pink, spilled over my sister’s flesh. The princess and the faerie stroked Kora’s belly, their hands sliding down to her pubic mound.
To her pussy.
“Yes, yes, brother mine,” Kora whimpered, “come and feast. Show me your skill. Master my pussy.”
I licked my lips, staring at her shaved folds. With her legs spread wide, her outer labia parted to reveal her glistening, inner depths. The pink beckoned, that soft, feminine hue that made my cock ache to penetrate her.
But I had to love her first. I had to lick her, please her, make her moan and quiver on my mouth. I slid onto the bed, my cock swaying hard between my thighs, aching to fuck my sister. I grasped her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.
She quivered and moaned. Aingeal and Ava sucked so hard. They pleasured my sister’s nipples, celebrating our victory tonight. We survived Zizthithana’s forces. We defeated all her agents. One less foe to worry about.
Kora’s tangy delight filled my nose. That delicious, wonderful scent sent such a heady rush through me. I groaned, licking my lips as I lowered my face. My hands reached her inner thigh, caressing her silken flesh.
“Brother mine!” she gasped as I took my first lick through her incestuous flesh. “Oh, Gods, yes.”
“Pater’s cock, but you taste good,” I groaned. “As good as Slata’s hairy cunt.”
“So am I goddess, brother mine?”
“My goddess,” I panted and then buried my face into her pussy.
She whimpered as her silken, wet folds caressed my lips and cheeks. I nuzzled into her shaved pussy while my tongue attacked her flesh. I explored her crevasses, teasing her, drinking in her tangy, forbidden cream. She squeezed her thighs about my head, trembling.
The bed creaked as we pleasured my sister. Ava and Aingeal sucked louder, the faerie’s pink butterfly wings fluttering as they thrust from her back. Her pillowy tits rubbed against her knees, her body bent over to love my sister’s nub.
“Oh, Gods, you three spoil me,” gasped Kora, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy against my hungry mouth, smearing that tangy cream across my face.
I licked through her folds. I feasted on her, devouring every drop of her I could. My tongue thrust into her depths, fluttering through her. She gasped and moaned, her fingers digging into Ava and Aingeal’s hair. She cradled them to her breasts, reveling in their hungry sucking.
Kora’s juices flowed. Her body trembled. My hands slid beneath her rump, squeezing her butt-cheeks. I gripped her as I feasted, rubbing my face into her cunt, letting her feel my whiskered cheeks. She gasped and moaned, staining me with her passion.
“Oh, Rithi’s inspiring art and delicate fingers!” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, brother mine! I’m going to cum on your mouth.”
Aingeal’s mouth popped off my sister’s nipple. The faerie pinched the wet, pink nub as she glanced at me. Her purple eyes smoldered as she moaned, “Drench his face, Kora. Just gush all over our husband’s mouth.”
“Yes!” Kora whimpered.
My tongue flicked up to her clit. I squeezed her rump hard as I fluttered my tongue against it. I assaulted it, making her squirm and moan. She bucked, her breasts jiggling, the right one shaking more as Aingeal twisted and manipulated my sister’s nipple. I knew my sister. Knew how close she was to erupting.
I sucked hard on her clit.
She cried out. her entire body spasmed. Tangy cream flooded out around my chin, anointing my face and filling the air with her heavenly perfume. I savored it, her asscheeks clenching beneath my hands as she orgasmed.
I made my sister cum. My dick throbbed so hard.
I didn’t relent. I sucked and nibbled on her clit. I teased her. I gave her pleasure. I held every moment, wanting to make her pleasure last and last. Her pussy juices flooded my mouth. I drank down the incestuous ambrosia. I never wanted to stop.
But she had other ideas.
“I need you in me, brother mine! Please, please, I need your hard cock fucking me!”
“You heard her, my husband,” Aingeal said, a wicked grin on her lips. “You need to give your sister that hard cock.”
Ava’s mouth popped off my sister’s left nipple. “Yes, yes, Sven. Don’t deny her. Your sister needs this. It’s so hard denying what you crave.”
It was. But I would have to give Kora up. Though not tonight. Tonight, I loved her.
Kora’s hands reached out and grasped me. She stroked my dick, her fingers so hot, and guided me down to her pussy. Ava rolled onto her back beside us. Aingeal’s wings fluttered. She drifted off the bed, her wings almost more for show than to explain how she could just hover into the air and move over to land on Ava.
I groaned at the heat of my dick rubbing against Kora’s shaved pussy. I leaned over my sister, staring into her eyes. They shone back up at me, such a naughty glint in them. She licked her lips, arching her eyebrows.
“Well, brother mine?” she purred, pressing the tip of my dick an inch into her welcoming cunt.
“Just making you squirm, sister dear.”
“Oh, just fuck her,” Ava moaned before she pulled Aingeal’s pussy down to her hungry lips. The pair feasted on each other, making such sweet sounds.
“You heard the princess’s royal decry, brother mine. Fuck me.”
“Yes!” I growled.
I thrust forward into her hot, silky depths. I shuddered at the friction of sinking into my sister’s incestuous sheath. Her flesh embraced my cock. I kissed her hard, letting her taste her tangy passion as I savored being in her forbidden snatch.
I crushed her breasts to my chest, feeling her trembling beneath me. Her thighs locked about my waist. Her body moved and undulated, working herself against me. She groaned and whimpered, her tongue dueling with mine as we made love.
Ava and Aingeal’s naughty licking and moans washed over us as I pumped my cock in and out of my sister’s tight tunnel. The pleasure flowed up my dick, shooting to my balls. They grew thick and heavy with my passion. I reveled in this moment.
I wanted it to last forever.
Kora’s fingers dug into my back as she moved beneath me. Her hips undulated, stirring about my cock, driving me wild with her rapture. I trembled, drinking in the delicious feel of her. She squeezed and clenched about me, massaging my dick, building the pressure in my balls.
She wanted my cum. I wanted to give it to her. The bed creaked as I drove harder and harder into her. I filled her to the hilt. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back as she groaned out her passion.
I broke our kiss. “Sister dear!”
“Yes, yes, brother mine!” she groaned, her blue eyes so wide, so expressive. Her passion shone through her. “Oh, gods, yes. This… This is what I need! What I crave! Pater’s magnificent cock, I’m going to cum!”
“Good,” I groaned, thrusting harder. “Milk my dick, sister dear. You want every drop of my cum spurting into you.”
“Every drop!”
I slammed into her, my balls thwacking into her taint. She groaned, her thighs tightening about my waist. Her hips undulated, stirring that delicious flesh about my dick. The silky stimulation surged rapture through me.
Then she gasped. Her blue eyes widened. Her pussy spasmed about my shaft. I drove into her cumming flesh, feeling the ripples of her ecstasy convulsing through her. She shuddered beneath me, her nipples rubbing into my chest as she gasped and moaned.
“Cum in me, brother mine!” She locked her glassy eyes on me. “Spill your seed in me! I need it!”
“Yes!” I growled, driving my cock to the hilt in her pussy. Her incestuous flesh sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tensing. “Sister dear!”
Cum erupted from my cock. Hot spurts fired, flooding over and over into her. I groaned, shuddering atop her, the pleasure rippling through my body. It filled my mind, stars dancing through my vision as I stared down at her beautiful face.
I lost myself in her gaze. I held onto this rapturous moment, my cum pulsing into her massaging depths. She quivered beneath me, crying out with me. We were united. One flesh, brother and sister melded together. I never wanted to let go.
But I had to.
My orgasm crashed.
I slumped over her. She mewled beneath me, trembling, holding me to her. Her pussy’s spasms slowed, died. Her eyes fluttered. She smiled and kissed me, her lips so soft, so loving. I held her, savoring her.
Hating the day I had to let her go.
Chapter Two: Creating Naughty Art
Kora Falk
I blinked as I kissed my brother. For a moment… right after he finished spurting into me, I thought I saw pain in his eyes. Why? It was fleeting, gone in a moment. I must have just imagined it because that smile on his face, the intensity in his blue eyes. His wild, blond hair draped down his rugged features. I shivered beneath him, feeling his emotions. They almost drowned me.
“Gods, I love you, brother mine,” I moaned. “Always.”
“Always,” he groaned and then rolled off of me. His cock slid to out of my pussy full of his cum.
I opened my mouth to say something when Aingeal unfolded herself off Ava and threw herself on him. A moment later, Ava followed, the two nuzzling up against him. I smiled, watching as the princess and the faerie played with my brother, pressing their bodies against him.
“Inspiring, right?” EalaĂn said, the aoi si pulling her naked body away from the sex slaves. Her black body glistened, smeared in pussy juices.
Did the sex slaves just rub their pussies all over her body? Even her nipples had a gleam about them.
“Mmm, it is inspiring,” I said, parting my legs, feeling my brother’s cum running out of me. I loved that feeling, delighting in the incestuous thrill of it. “I need to create something beautiful with my muse.”
It wasn’t a figure of speech. EalaĂn was my muse, sent to me by my Goddess Rithi. Aoi si were her divine daughters, a race of demigoddesses birthed from Rithi’s tryst with the hermaphroditic Goddess Henta. Aoi si inspired and protected Rithi’s favored creators.
She came to me because of the amulet. I glanced at it between my breasts. I wore it always, the phylactery too important to ever lose. The Biomancer Vebrin could never be restored to life. He could never be allowed to create another monstrosity.
“Beautiful?” EalaĂn said, her short, white hair framing that midnight face. Her citrine eyes sparkled as she crawled between my thighs. Her lips kissed at my silky flesh as she moved her head down towards my pussy. “Mmm, I love making beautiful things.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart fluttering as she came closer and closer to my pussy. Her lips grazed the vine tattoo on my pubic mound. It marked my proficiency in the sexual arts. It was the most fleeting of all the arts, but one I thoroughly enjoyed practicing.
Her lips kissed around my pubic mound and down the sides of my pussy, nibbling on my plump vulva. Her tongue flicked out, gathering cum and pussy juices staining my flesh. I whimpered, tingles racing to my snatch, my labia quivering, wanting to be touched, to be played with.
She kissed closer and closer to my pussy, smooching my hot vulva. I whimpered, my hands sliding up to cup my breasts. I stroked the vines spiraling around my left tit, my first, making my dedication to Rithi and art. I designed the tattoo myself, inspired by the flowering bower vines my little sister Katriana had loved.
I rubbed my nipples with my thumbs, massaging my pink nubs. Tingles raced down to my pussy, building my anticipation of the aoi si’s naughty lips. Her yellow eyes stared up at me, glassy with delight. I shivered as she planted her mouth right over my slit, kissing me, tasting my brother’s cum spilling out of me.
“Yes, yes, let’s make something beautiful,” I groaned.
“Mmm, yes,” she purred. Then her tongue flicked out.
My back arched as her tongue dragged through the folds of my pussy. A slow drag that stimulated my juicy labia. My inner depths clenched at the sensation. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing down hard on my nipples, caressing them, stimulating them.
Her tongue reached my clit. She circled it, dancing around it. My thighs tightened about her face, feeling the silk of her hair caressing my sensitive flesh. My body felt so alive, my skin drinking in the feel of the sheets beneath me.
“Rithi’s inspiring art,” I groaned as she sucked and nibbled on my clit.
Beside me, my brother played with the princess and the faerie, their moans adding such a delicious symphony to accompany the pleasure surging through my body. EalaĂn’s tongue danced and played with my clit, making me tingle in delight.
Her lips nibbled on my bud while her fingers found the lips of my pussy. She stroked them, sliding up and down my folds. Tingles surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I pinched my nipples as she teased me, building up the delight in the depths of my cunt.
Then her lips nuzzled down, passing her finger. Her tongue jammed into my snatch, reaching into my depths to scoop out my brother’s jizz. I groaned at the naughty delight, glad she could feast on his cum, that she could devour his passion.
Then I groaned as her finger massaged my clit. She rubbed it in slow circles, showering my snatch in waves of hot delight. My ass clenched and my toes curled. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing my nipples hard into my tits, stimulating them, showering my snatch in more rapture.
“Oh, Rithi’s delicate fingers,” I whimpered. “Gods, you know how to make such art, EalaĂn. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re inspiring me towards my orgasm.”
“Yes, it’ll be so beautiful, Mistress,” Nathalie moaned, her voice strained. I could hear the sex slaves playing, too, creating their own art.
“It will,” EalaĂn groaned between licks. She jammed her tongue back into the depths of my pussy, swirling around as she searched for more of my brother’s jizz.
I gasped, the feel of her tongue gliding through my pussy made me whimper. Every swirl of her tongue drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. I stared down at EalaĂn, her black face pressed between my pale thighs, her eyes almost glowing.
She wanted me to cum. She begged for me to explode. I had to bathe her face. I had to shower her in all my passion. I wanted to drench her in my pleasure. I humped against her as she rubbed my clit. I ground my cunt on her hungry mouth, her tongue making me feel so good.
“Oh, Gods, EalaĂn,” I moaned. “Just a little more. Keep that tongue swirling through me and… Yes!”
My pleasure surged through me. My moans sang out through the room, mixing with the rest of my family’s passion. Waves of rapture washed through me. I groaned and gasped. Delight surged through my body and washed into my mind. It inundated my thoughts with the pleasure.
My wonderful muse inspired such ecstasy in me. I heaved, my hands squeezing my tits. I gasped and groaned as the rapture surged through me. I heaved and bucked, the sheets caressing my back and ass as I squirmed.
“Slata’s hairy cunt!” I gasped, my cunt spasming so hard around her probing tongue, my juices bathing her face. “Oh, EalaĂn, this is wonderful. You’re finally a part of the family!”
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EalaĂn
I guess I was.
Kora’s words made my pussy clench. My clit throbbed and swelled into a girl-dick, thrusting from the folds of my hairless pussy. I shuddered, staring at her, the taste of her tangy pussy mixed with her brother’s salty cum lingering on my lips. Had I made the right decision? Was it right for me to advise my mother to break apart their relationship?
Kora found such inspiration with her family, but… But how could she ever make her art if she was in danger? When could she practice her dance and perform them for crowds if she was always traveling? How could she spend time before the canvas and paint something of lasting beauty if she was always following in her brother’s wake? The only art she could create reliably was sex.
Beautiful, passionate sex.
Her brother and his harem inspired her to such heights. She drew such joy from it, but…
“I need that cock in me,” Kora moaned, her hands seizing my hair. “I’m so inspired to ride you.”
I smiled at her, juices dripping down my chin as she lifted my head. “Mmm, that’s why I am here.”
She pulled me up her body, my heavy tits sliding across her pale flesh. My nipples drank in the silk of her skin, tingles racing to my hard cock and my juicy snatch. A line of my pussy cream ran down my shaft as it nuzzled against her cunt. I kissed her hard, sharing the incestuous mix of her and her brother’s fluids.
She moaned, her thighs wrapping about me, our breasts pressed together. I didn’t fight her as she rolled her hips. I carried her over on top of me as I stretched out on my back. Her blonde braids fell off her shoulders, spilling around our faces. She squirmed against me, rubbing the hot folds of her pussy on my clit-dick.
With a deft undulating of her hips, moving with the grace of a dancer. I gasped into her lips as the heat of her pussy engulfed my dick. That wonderful sheath slid down my cock, enveloping every inch of it with her passion.
“Rithi’s inspiration,” I moaned, breaking the kiss, crying out my mother’s name as I slid deep into her pussy.
“Mmm, yes, yes, I am so inspired to dance,” Kora moaned, rising on me.
Her round breasts swayed. She squeezed her snatch around me as she rose up my shaft, her back arching, her stomach flexing. She smiled at me, raising her arms over her head as her hips danced. Her pussy stirred about my cock as she pumped up and down my shaft, stimulating me.
“Gods, yes,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering at the delight she gave me, my pussy clenching, drinking in the hot glide of her cunt.
“Mmm, just be inspired by my pussy,” whimpered Kora, her blue eyes flashing. She worked her snatch faster and faster up and down my cock, her breast bouncing, the amulet sparkling between those lush tits. “And fill me with your passion.”
“Every drop of it!” I gasped, my ovaries growing tight, stimulated by the glide of her cunt.
She groaned louder, her pussy sliding up and down my girl-dick faster and faster. My hermaphroditic appendage throbbed inside of her. Her flesh sucked at it as she rose up my girth, my cunt clenching so hard. Two hard points, my ovaries, drank in the sensations. My cum grew hotter and hotter, coming to a boil.
I wanted to spill into her. I wanted to unleash all my cum into her depths. I wanted to give her all my inspiration. Her pussy felt amazing on my clit-dick. I whimpered, my hands clenching. I didn’t want to grab her. I wanted to just appreciate the beauty of her lithe body working up and down my dick.
Her breasts heaved, the ruby adding a splash of color against her pale flesh. Her nipples were so pink and naughty. I loved how she looked, her breasts bouncing and heaving as she worked faster and faster, the amulet swaying between them. She slammed her cunt down my shaft then clenched hard about my girth as she rose up, her pussy sucking at dick.
The pressure increased in my ovaries.
“Gods, yes!” I whimpered.
“Give me your passion,” moaned Kora. “Oh, EalaĂn, unleash all your salty inspiration into me. I need it. I’m so close.”
Her pussy felt molten about my dick, the heat bleeding down to my cunt. I whimpered, my ovaries tensing. My hands grabbed the sheets. My eyes fluttered as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. She slammed down it, engulfing me in her wonderful silk. Her hips danced, her entire cunt swirling about my shaft.
“Rithi, yes!” I howled as inspiration exploded through me.
My cum erupted into her. My girl-jizz pumped out of my ovaries and out my shaft. It fired into her pussy. I spilled my seed into her. I gasped and moaned as I pumped so much passion into her. She stared down at me, her blue eyes glassy.
Then her pussy went wild about my dick. She moaned out in wordless passion, a song of such gorgeous rapture. Her cunt convulsed about my shaft. She milked my girl-cock. Her spasming flesh sucked at me, pulling more of my jizz from my ovaries.
“Oh, Gods, Kora,” I moaned. “I love being a part of your family.”
“Yes!” she whimpered, her face contorting in bliss. I understood, rapture bathed my mind in such euphoria “You’re a part of it, EalaĂn! I Love you!”
“Love you, too!” I moaned, my hands finally moving, cupping her breasts, feeling her plump mounds jiggle as she shuddered.
The amulet brushed my fingers, cold and hard compared to her soft flesh. Once we destroyed that…
Did I make the right decision?
Chapter Three: Sex Slave’s Joy
Zanyia
I crawled onto the bed as Master rolled off of Ava. The princess shuddered, her body flushed, his spunk spilling out of her pussy, the salty cum laced with her fresh flavor. My ears twitched. So many wonderful scents filled the air. My nose detected Kora’s tangy pussy, the slightly different flavor of EalaĂn’s girl-cum, Nathalie’s sweet snatch, Greta’s tart passion, Aingeal’s honey, and my own sweet musk.
So many wonderful scents.
Master glanced at me as I crawled over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. I wiggled on him, his wet cock pressing on my belly. His hand rested on my ass then slid up to my tail. He grasped it, not hard, but enough to stroke me.
It sent a wild surge through me. I fought the urge to whimper. Lamia didn’t like our tails to be grabbed, but when stroked… It made my pussy clench.
“Have you been bad, slave?” he asked, his voice sounding amused.
“So bad, Master,” I moaned. “I was a wicked slave. I came on the ogre’s cock.”
“You did?”
I nodded my head, my cunt clenching, remembering the brutal feel of the ogre’s huge dick ramming into me. During the fight, I used my pussy to distract him. Ogres were rapacious, fucking anything, not caring about the pain they inflicted. Like me, their race was birthed by the God of Lust’s indiscriminate masturbation. Where my race was cute and kittenish, ogres were huge and strong, not caring how much they hurt with their brutish passions. Not caring that they killed.
They only cared about satisfying their lusts.
But my slave training taught me to feel pain as pleasure, to crave it. I was often abused by Zizthithana and Warleader Therek, the man she gave me to as a reward. So when I messed up and was grabbed the by ogre, he slammed his dick into me and… I enjoyed it. I enjoyed another man’s cock.
“I need to be punished, Master,” I moaned. “I came so hard on the ogre’s dick.”
He squeezed my rump. “Did you want to fuck him?”
“No,” I whimpered. “But that doesn’t change anything. I loved his dick fucking me. My body drank it in. You have to discipline me, Master.”
“I don’t have a choice?”
My ears twitched. “Nope.”
He let out a chuckle and gave my ass another hard squeezing, his strong fingers digging into my flesh. I whimpered, loving it. I squirmed more and more, his dick pressing into my belly. My pussy itched at the ownership in his grip.
Then his hand lifted.
CRACK!
That wonderful, stinging pain shot through me. My pussy drank it in, transmuting that delight into a euphoric rush that surged out of me. My eyes squeezed closed. My tail twitched, brushing his naked chest. A purr rumbled from my throat.
CRACK!
I hissed and yowled. The pain burned across my ass and then sank into my cunt. My juices flowered. I wiggled on his lap. My belly rubbed on his dick, making it twitch and throb. I purred louder, loving this.
CRACK!
“Yes, yes, punish me,” I moaned. “I was so bad.”
CRACK!
“Such a naughty slave,” he growled, my ass blazing hot.
CRACK!
Juices flowed out of my cunt, staining his thighs. His every blow reminded me that he owned me. That my pussy belonged to him. His was the only male cock that should make me cum. Only he should fuck me that hard and make me explode.
CRACK!
“I have such a naughty pussy!” I whimpered.
CRACK!
“Just a hot, slutty cunt!”
CRACK!
“I have to be owned by you!”
CRACK!
“You are such a naughty slut,” Master growled. “Your hot pussy gets you into trouble.”
CRACK!
“So much trouble!” I moaned.
I loved it. Every blow fell on a different part of my rump, moving around my butt-cheeks. He hit that wonderful spot where the curve of my ass met my thighs. He disciplined me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm swelled hotter and hotter. I whimpered and moaned, my ears twitching.
It felt so wonderful. The pain only heightened the pleasure brewing inside of me. Each slap carried me one step higher. I neared my rapture. I squirmed more and more on his lap, his dick throbbing against my belly. I was so close to erupting.
“Your cunt just gets you in so much trouble. Maybe I should discipline it.”
“Yes!” I moaned. “I have such a wicked cunt.
SMACK!
His hand landed right on my wet pussy, my pubic hair muffling the blow only slightly. My labia and clit throbbed. It surged through me. My cunt clenched as the heat washed through my body. I squirmed on his lap.
SMACK!
I whimpered, my snatch growing more and more tense. The pain flared through my naughty cunt. I drank in the agony. My clit screamed out in rapture. My purr rose to a rumbling roar. My ears twitched. My tail swished.
SMACK!
I exploded.
My orgasm spilled through me. I gasped and moaned and shuddered. The pleasure rippled through my body. I bucked on his lap as my juices squirted out of his pussy, bathing his hand in my naughty cream. The ecstasy, driven by pain and rapture, drowned my mind.
It was amazing. It boiled through my mind. I yowled in such delight, so happy that he punished me. That he took me in hand and owned me. I loved it. I loved being his sex slave. And I felt so loved by being spanked.
Joy swirled through the rapture.
“I love you, Master! I love you so much! Thank you!”
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Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
My dreams of becoming the ruler of all of Zeutch, uniting the Strifelands once more under a single authority wasn’t lost because of the destruction of the Lodestone and the loss of my imbued army of statues. I could still then take on the world and restore the High King’s empire. I would wear the crown.
I just had to give the Paragon, this servant of the dead Biomancer Vebrin, what she craved. An amulet. An amulet in the possession of that young bastard Sven Falk. My daughter was with him. He’d lured Ava away from me. Despite the blessing of the corrupt priestess of Luben, twisting her God’s Love into its opposite.
Ava yearned for me, but she still craved that bastard. If only he died with the rest of his mongrel family.
But I would have Ava back. She would be my queen, bear my heir, whether she loved me or not. I would have her fear if not her passion. She would submit to me out of terror instead of rapture. So long as she bore me a son, I did not care.
I opened the door to my armory. It wasn’t the typical armory. It wasn’t full of arms and armor. It was full of statues of various shapes and designs, each one bonded to my soul. I could slip into one of them, putting on iron or stone and striding on the battlefield my body held safe. I could be half the world away. Distance didn’t matter for the spiritual.
My daughter had the same ability. Our son would be the union of us both. I imagined the power he would hold. My dick ached, missing my daughter’s incestuous hole. She wasn’t here, but she would soon be.
“Statues, Your Highness,” said the Colony. The monster’s buzzing speech sounded like nails driving through my skin into my brain.
I turned to face the monster. The Colony was shaped like a large hound that was the size of a small pony, it’s form made of grains of rippling sand that could break apart or flow back together. When it spoke, its teeth-filled maw didn’t move. The sound issued from its entire body, like every bit of it resonated with its words.
“You are an… interesting man,” the monster said.
The Colony was one of the four “creations” of the Biomancer Vebrin the Paragon entrusted to me. Four of the mad, dead warlock’s most dangerous monsters. Where other craftsmen worked in stone or wood or metal, Vebrin worked in flesh. With his magic, he reshaped and melded and created new entities. His monstrosities spread across the world, creating problems for all.
But if his monsters could be my army…
“Take this statue with you to Az,” I said, stroking the iron statue, cast to look like me but with a brawnier build, wider shoulders. It had no clothes. I liked fighting naked, iron cock hard, my most vulnerable part of me exposed, showing how little I feared my opponent.
They couldn’t touch my flesh.
“Touch the lips and I will know,” I said. “I will inhabit it and oversee your… work.”
“You do not trust us, Your Highness?” the buzzing voice asked.
I grimaced against its words. “No.”
“Good.” A strange, screeching, pulsing sound came from it, rhythmic and… Laughter? The sound scratched at my mind. I fought the pain. I faced the monster without flinching.
“I will not let my daughter be harmed by your… activities. I do not care about the rest with Sven and his sister.”
The laughter died to an echo that reverberated through the armory. “We shall not harm her, Your Highness. But the others… We shall feast.”
To be continued…
