The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter One: Mother-in-Law Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

A pleased smile spread across my lips. For once, things moved swiftly upon my command. Word had arrived that not only had Knight-Errant Angela been accused of high crimes by the Doge of Raratha, but so had Acolyte Sophia ev’Tith, servant of Saphique and daughter of the contemptible Duchess of Tith. Agnes, the High Abbess of Slata, was eager to disgrace her church’s rival. With her support, Lord-Commander William had no choice but accept the charges levied against Angela.

She was undone. She would never fulfill the Sekar Oracle’s prophecy and steal my throne. My newborn son <em>would</em> follow me as king.

My wife, Queen Lavinia, sipped her goblet of wine, a smile playing on her lips. Her blonde hair spilled about the red brocade of her dress. Her figure had recovered from pregnancy, curvy hips and ample bosom combined with a flat stomach. Radiant.

“It is a pity Lady Delilah’s plan has so spectacularly failed,” she purred.

“I never trusted this changeling she hired to assassinate Angela,” I noted. I glanced at the doors, waiting for a squire to inform us the Knights Deute were assembled to hear Angela’s villainy. The last time I had been in the fortress was to knight Angela. I had so wanted to cut her head off and see her dead.

But politics interfered. The Knights Deute had too much power to be so affronted. So I had to be subtle, relying on Lady Delilah’s plans or hiring deadly warlocks.

My eyes bored into the wooden door. “Changelings are slaves to their cocks.”

“Aren’t all men?” laughed my wife.

I smiled. “But changeling are birthed of Las, so he could not resist Angela’s charms. They are ample.”

“Do you want her dead, or do you want to bed her?” Heat simmered in his wife’s voice.

“Dead. Let the crows enjoy her body.”

The smile grew on Lavinia’s lips as she walked to me, her ample bosom jiggling in the square cut of her bodice, her nipples dimpling the front of her dress. She hooked her arm through mine, her perfume filling my nose. “Good.”

Thoughts of throwing my wife over the table, hiking her skirt, and ravishing her hard surged through my mind. She would gasp and moan, her supple pussy gripping my cock. Lavinia had a cunt fit for a king.

Prime, Zeutchian cunt.

And then the quick rap on the door and then a young squire entered, her hair cut short, her face fresh. She stood back straight though her lower lip trembled. “Your Majesty, the Knights Deute have assembled and await at your pleasure.”

I nodded. She was quite the morsel. Lavinia’s hips shifted, a low purr rising from her throat. My wife agreed. The squire was delectable. But the knights awaited along with High Abbess Agnes. It was time to end the threat to my throne. No more skulking. No more relaying on dubious warlocks or unreliable changelings. No more hoping that Lady Delilah’s plan would succeed.

Angela would never reach the dragon Dominari.

“Shall we?” I asked my wife.

“Yes.” Her eyes flicked to the squire. “Remain here, girl, to attend us after the audience.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

As we strode out, my wife said with a breathless whisper, “You’ll enjoy her.”

The assembled Knights Deute saluted when we stepped into the large hall, their armor clanking. The men wore their full plate, the women in their half-plate, each in a surcoat with their family’s coat of arms upon them. We strode down the central aisle, and I favored the knights with regal nods. At the front stood Knight-Commander William beside the High Abbess, who looked in her early twenties despite approaching her sixties—the magics of Slata preserving the temple-prostitute’s appearance.

“Your Majesty,” saluted the Knight-Commander, his weathered face grave.

Behind the Knight-Commander, a pair of ornate chairs had been set on a hastily raised dais. They were at odds with the austere and practical construction of the fortress. Heavy buttresses lined the long walls, no tapestries or other finery to hide the bluntness of the architecture.

I hated it.

I held my wife’s hand as she sat daintily upon her seat before I sat down. That was the extant of our participation. We were here for ceremony and to lend the weight of the Secaren throne upon the proceedings. Most of being a king was filled with such trivialities—actions taken for the sake of appearance.

“My brothers and sisters,” the Knight-Commander orated, his voice booming through the hall, “one of our number has proved herself to be a villain and befouled the proud name of our order. Knight-Errant Angela ev’Xarin has committed high crimes against the person and property of Aurelius, Doge of the Free-City of Raratha.”

The knights maintained their disciplined and made not a sound, but I could see their posture shift, their faces tighten. Anger simmered. Angela had besmirched their collective honor, and they would see it rectified.

Angela could not escape their retribution.

“To reclaim our order’s honor, we must deliver justice. From this moment forward, Knight-Errant Angela ev’Tith is attainted. Her name shall be stricken from our rolls. The villain and her companions shall be returned to the Free City of Raratha. To aid our order in restoring our honor, High Abbess Agnes shall provide six priestesses to join our company.

“Now who shall lead our justice?”

A knight stepped forward, his armor clinking, his face set. A handsome man, flowing, brown locks spilling about his shiny pauldrons. He stopped before the Knight-Commander and knelt. “I beg your leave in hunting down the villainous Angela to restore our orders honor and my own.”

The Knight-Commander nodded. “Sir Kevin shall lead our justice. He needs five brothers or sisters to aid him.”

I smiled as Kevin rose. Five more knights, two male and three female stepped out of the crowd and joined him. Six knights, all skilled fighters, aided by six priestess of Slata and wielding divine magics. They would hunt Angela down and the Doge of Raratha would see to her execution.

I reached out and took my wife’s hand. She favored me a smile. I had secured our son’s future.

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Yowlia, Lamia Slave – The Elpa Estuary, The Free City of Hargone

I gripped the railing of the sluggish sloop named the Mermaid’s Embrace. The merchant ship entered the mile-wide mouth of the River Elpa, my eyes darting at the eastern bank where the rich of Hargone dwelt in ornate mansions, surrounded by palm trees and monuments of limestone and granite, proof of their wealth. The western bank was the opposite, mud-brick tenements crowded together, the streets narrow, the homes of the poor. My tail swished back and forth as I kneaded the wood railing, a purr rising in my throat as I stared at the sights.

I always loved Hargone. The bright sun reflecting off the blue of the river, the green of the plants, the white of the buildings, and the yellow of the desert sands kept back by the fertility of the Elpa. My ears twitched with my excitement at being back in Hargone.

A hand seized my tail. The chain attached to my iron slave collar rattled. My natural instincts as a lamia was to hiss and pull my tail away. It was not comfortable for it to be held. My tail gave me balance and expressed my moods. It often had a life of its own, so to feel it constrained meant my freedom was constrained.

But the trainers of Shizhuth beat that out of me.

I trembled, recognizing the touch of my master. His fingers stroked the tawny hair. The sensation rippled up my tail to my pussy. Another way I had been trained. The touch of my master always excited my cunt. My juices flowed and beaded my shaved lips. My ears twitched as he moved up behind me.

“Always curious,” he said in Shizhuthian. It was doubtful any of the sailors knew the language of the Empire. Despite my master’s crimes, he still wore the topknot of a Shizhuthian Warleader. I was his reward for leal service to the naga rulers of the Empire.

I preferred serving him than my naga mistress. His cruelty excited, not harmed, me. Farson had won my loyalty and heart for his crimes. He did not need the collar to keep me at his side. But I was glad he kept it on me. I liked everyone knowing he owned me.

His hand stroked up my tail. He pressed behind me and leaned over, his lips brushing my ear. It twitched as he whispered, “They never could beat your curiosity out of you.”

“No, Master,” I breathed, pressing my ass back and feeling his cock bulge his leathers. He did not wear his black armor on the ship. I purred as I rubbed my wet pussy into his crotch, grinding on him. The more he stroke my tail the hotter my poor cunt became. “I made a poor slave.”

He licked my ear. A shudder ran through my body.

We had sailed from Raratha two days ago when Farson discovered Angela’s goal. The High King’s sword was a revered treasure to the humans on this side of the Despeir Mountains, but to the Empire, it was unknown. After he took the bounty on the knight, Farson investigated why a Knight Deute would want the Doge’s treasure, and we uncovered the legend.

She would be on the Island of Birds right now, scaling Mount Peritito. After she finished, she would come to Hargone to find the Mirage Gardens of the efreet Riad. Out in the Halanian desert, legend had it, the Gardens could be found, appearing out of the haze dancing on the horizon if an offering of nubile flesh was made.

So we would be here to wait for her and strike at the most opportune time.

Master’s free hand rested on my hip. Then he stroked up my side to my round breast. He cupped it. His palm, calloused from his sword, rubbed my nipple. My purr increased. I felt his ardor rising for me.

My hand reached behind me. I felt around for the lacings of his pants. His hands squeezed my breast and stroked my tail. I yowled in delight, the pleasure surging through me as my nimble fingers untied his lacings. I reached in and found his cock. I stroked his throbbing shaft and brought it to my dripping cunt.

“Wrong hole, slave.”

My asshole clenched. “Yes, Master.”

No lube or grease coated his dick, not even my copious juices. He would hurt me and love it. I drew his dick up through the crack of my asshole. I shuddered as his thick tip rested against my sphincter.

“Rape my ass, Master,” I moaned, knowing the words would please him as much as my screams of pain.

Master thrust.

I yowled as the agony burned through my ass. He drove his cock all the way into my unlubed bowels. My body shuddered as the pain spread through me. My back arched and my claws dug into the ship’s railing.

“It hurts,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. Despite the pain, pleasure built in my core. “Please, please, pull out of my ass, Master.”

I didn’t want him to pull out. His strokes were hard, fast, brutal. My tail tried to rip out of his hand, but he held it in his strong grip. My ears twitched and my mouth opened wide as I yowled in pain again. And yet my juices dripped down my thighs. My hips moved, bucking back into his thrusts.

“You’re hurting me, Master.”

“So?” he grunted. “You’re my slave. I can hurt you if I want. And you just have to take it.”

His balls smacked into my taint. My bowels clenched on his dick. I shuddered, the pain increasing along with the excitement in my pussy. My hips moved faster, fucking him back. I embraced the pain. I let it fill me as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Yes, Master. You can…hurt me,” I moaned. “The Empress’s fangs, it hurts. So badly, Master.”

His hand squeezed my breast. His lips kissed at my neck. I arched it, my ears twitching as he sucked and bit. His fingers found my nipple, rolling it. I shuddered as the pleasure met the pain. They mixed together, flowing from one to the other.

It was so hard to tell where agony ended and rapture began. They were mixed up in my mind, both sending wonderful rapture flooding through my thoughts. The louder I moaned my agony, the more I loved it. The more I pressed back into his thrusts and savored his cock raping my ass. I loved it so much.

I loved him.

“Beg for my cum, slave,” he growled. “Beg for me to erupt into your ass.”

A shudder ran through me. My climax swelled. Paingasms were the strongest. They always sent me crashing into wonderful ecstasy. The tip of my tail swished back and forth as he held me in his strong grip. His dick slammed into my ass, each stroke agony and rapture.

“Cum in my ass, Master,” I yowled. My tongue licked out, gathering my salty tears. “Dump your cum in my hole. I’m your slave, Master. Your cum-dump. I live to satiate your lusts. You can hurt me and fuck me and do what you wish to me.”

His fingers pinched my nipple, his nails digging into the sensitive nub. More agony. More rapture.

I came.

My asshole spasmed about his thick cock. The pleasure rushed through my body. Intense feelings tumbled through my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and yowled my bliss as my juices poured down my thighs. He thrust faster and faster, grunting into my ear as I pleasured his cock.

“That’s it, embrace the pain. It’s my gift to you.”

“Thank you, Master,” I groaned as my orgasm wracked my body. “Thank you for hurting me. For raping my ass. Thank you for using my body. Please, please, dump your cum in me.”

His growl of pleasure sent a flutter of delight through me. I pleased him. I loved him. I served him. The tears running down my cheeks were no longer from the pain. My heart beat so fast as he buried into me and spilled his cum. I shuddered, my bowels milking his dick as his hot seed soothed away the pain.

“My slave,” he groaned then bit my ear.

I yowled in pain, my ear twitching, my bowels clenching on his dick. “Your slave.”

I turned my head, staring at him over my shoulder. I wanted to kiss him, but he never would while in public. Not when the sailors, who should be manning the ship as it navigated the busy Elpa river to its dock, watched us.

A Shizhuthian Warleader and shadowmancer did not show affection to anyone. Love was weakness. After all, it led to Farson’s crime.

But it was me he loved so I forgave that weakness.

He ripped his cock out of my asshole. The cum leaking out stung my burning sphincter. I ignored the pain and turned, kneeling before him. His cock was dirty and I had to clean it. I licked at the softening shaft, my rough tongue cleaning my sour ass from his dick.

“That is quite the slave you got,” a sailor said, advancing on my Master. He was a Halanian, his ebony skin darker than my master’s swarthy complexion. I was so pale in comparison, my skin ivory. Human women tanned in the sun, but not lamia.

Farson ignored him, his hand stroking my hair. I loved it when he did that. It made my whole body tingle. I purred as I cleaned his cock of my ass, my tail swishing freely, brushing the wooden posts of the ship’s railing.

“Quite the slave. How much would you charge me for a blowjob? I hear lamia’s purr make a man’s cock feel like it’s in Slata’s holy cunt.”

“You do not want to pay my price,” Master said, still stroking me.

“Sure I do.” The sailor grinned, showing white teeth. They were so bright compared to his dark skin. “I have a pouch full of coin.”

Master looked down at me, a smile crossing his lips. It was cruel. Sadistic. My pussy clenched and my tail swished faster. “Are you sure you want to pay the price?”

I purred louder and sucked on my master’s cock. I loved it when he made men pay the price for using me. His fingers scratched harder between my ears and my entire body tingled.

“I do. You don’t see too many lamia cunts outside the Empire. Might be my only chance.”

“Okay. Slave, suck his cock. Make him dump his cum down your throat.”

I popped my mouth of Farson’s dick. “Yes, Master.”

I licked my lips and turned, reaching for the Halanian’s pants. They were loose, made of linen, and held closed by a thin, rope belt. I untied the knots and the pants fell down his muscular thighs. His cock was large and thick. Halanian men always boasted on their girth.

This sailor could back up those claims.

I stroked it then leaned forward and licked the dark tip, tasting his precum. My lips parted, and I sucked his dick into my mouth. I purred, and the pirate groaned, his eyes widening as he felt the pleasure of my humming sounds. I slid his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and swallowed his cock.

“Vedr’s queef,” groaned the sailor.

“Better than the stories, eh?” my Master grinned, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger.

“Yes,” groaned the sailor. His hands gripped the side of my head. “Gods, the way she hums… The pleasure of Slata’s cunt.”

My ears twitched and my tail swished. I purred louder and louder as I bobbed my mouth, sliding his thick dick in and out of my throat. I fucked my mouth on his cock while my tail slid around and rubbed at the wet folds of my pussy. My stiff hairs teased my flesh. Pleasure swelled.

I hummed louder.

I focused my tail on my clit, teasing the nub with my hairs. I stroked it in circles, shuddering. As my juices matted down my hairs, I used different parts of my tail, sliding it around my pussy, keeping the dry hairs stimulating my flesh while I pleasured the Halanian.

“Keep humming,” he groaned, his body shuddering. “Gods, I’m going to erupt. It’s too much. Her purring… Vedr’s queef, yes. Yes.”

The muscles in his bare, sweat-glistening chest bulged. He tossed back his head. His cock throbbed in my throat as he dumped his cum straight into my belly. I rubbed my tail harder against my clit, stimulating it, pleasure floating through me, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer as the sailor’s jizz warmed my stomach.

Anticipation gripped me. My heart thudded with excitement. His dick popped out of my mouth, and I smiled at him. Now he paid the price.

The sailor turned, reaching for his money pouch. “How many coins? Gods, she was worth—”

My master’s dagger flashed from its sheath and cut through the air, slashing through the sailor’s still hard cock. It fell to the ground. The sailor screamed and then dropped to the deck, emasculated for touching me.

I shuddered, my claws extending and digging into the planks of the decking as my orgasm crashed through me. No man touched me but my Master. His crime. I still remembered the way the general screamed as he stared at his severed cock, his cum still dripping from my sore asshole.

The crew reacted. They scrambled, grabbing clubs and truncheons. Others pounded their fists into open palms. All stared with rage at Farson. His sword was in the cabin along with his armor. But he didn’t need them.

As my orgasm peaked through me, the shadows along the deck writhed and came to life. The sailors screamed in shock as their own shadows surged towards Farson, gathering at his feet like a writhing mass of tentacles, leaving each man cursing, staring in shock as they stared at the bright decks before them. The tentacles reached out, surging along the deck for them.

“Your friend agreed to pay any price,” Farson said in his deep baritone. “The fool should have asked what that was before using my slave’s mouth.”

The fear bleeding off the sailors filled my nose. It was such a delectable scent. I nuzzled against my master’s leg. He was so strong, and he loved me. Together, we would find Angela and her thieving companions, unleash shadows upon them, and return their heads to Raratha.

And then my Master would be so rich.

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Xerathalasia – Mount Peritito Caldera, The Island of Birds

“Oh, yes,” moaned Minx as she masturbated furiously, pumping four fingers in and out of her cunt. The halfling humped, oblivious to the words Angela read from the letter found on the dead gnome who attacked us with alchemy. Minx frigged her cunt because of a lust bomb, the spicy substance itching my nose and tingling my pussy and nipples. “Come fuck me, Xera. I’ll rub the cream on your clit, then you can ram that huge elf-dick into me.”

I ignored her, my hands prying at the hardened foam trapping my legs. The gnome had thrown sticky bombs at us. Thrak and Angela had hacked their way free, and Minx nimbleness allowed her to escape, but Sophia, Xandra, Faoril, Chaun, and myself were stuck. And it wasn’t a good place to be trapped. We were in the caldera of Mount Peritito on a constructed, stone bridge over a churning lava lake. Gases bleached from the glowing pool below, reeking of rotten eggs. My keen, elven senses were blunted by the odor, dense gas, and cacophony of orgiastic imps.

The imps had me as worried as the proclamation Angela found on the dead gnome. No, they had me more worried. So there was a price on my head and unscrupulous people would try to kill or capture me? That was the future. The present was far more threatening. The sex-obsessed imps—small, red, horned things constantly stroking their dicks, eager to fuck us to death—were in a damiana-fueled orgy. Eventually, they would snap out of it and turn their attention on us.

Worse, our magic users were depowered by another of the gnome’s alchemical concoctions.

“We need to be freed,” I said. “Before the imps recover.”

“No, you need to fuck me!” moaned Minx, her metallic-bronze face contorting in bliss. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

“Yes, Angela,” Sophia called out, fear tinging her voice. The slim priestess’s white robes pulled tight against her legs by the foam. Her green eyes sparkled with fright. “I don’t want to be raped by the imps. I’m not Faoril.”

“Hey,” the mage gasped, her silver nose piercing almost entirely red in the magma’s glow. Her short, brown hair framed her indignant face. “I needed cum for my magic. It was just a coincidence I enjoyed the imp’s cock.”

“Not the time, ladies,” Chaun said, a hint of fear in the changeling’s voice. “I’m with Sophia on the no imp rape.”

Xandra—the young avian who married Chaun last night, much to the philandering changeling’s shock—nodded her head in agreement. “Chaun…” Fear stained her melodic voice, her bright-sapphire eyes gazing up at Chaun.

“We’ll be fine,” he reassured her, the cadence of his voice changing. The look he gave his avian wife was gentle. He reached out and brushed back a light-blue lock of her hair, his midnight-black skin stark against her pale flesh. The marriage may have been a shock to Chaun, but he harbored true feelings for the trembling girl.

“They’re right, Angela,” Thrak said. The swarthy orc gave the knight a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Hurry, Thrak,” Faoril said. “I feel so naked without my magic.”

Thrak hefted his two-handed ax and walked with long strides down the bridge. Minx reached for him with her free hand, begging for Thrak’s “big, thick, amazing cock” to fuck her hard. The orc ignored her and swung his weapon. Hardened foam flew in all directions, and a crack raced toward my legs.

Movement caught my eye. I stared at the caldera wall above the tunnel which led back to the avian’s barrier and Black Glass Aerie. I stared at the black basalt. Did I see red? It was hard to tell through the rising fumes. My pointed ears twitched as I studied the rocks.

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Lady Delilah

My heart hammered in my chest. The elf’s senses were far too sharp. I pressed my cheek against the volcanic rock and hunched my body down. How could I escape if the elf investigated? Above, the walls of the caldera sloped inward to a roughly circular opening. All the fumes bellowed out of it.

I would have to reveal my true form to fly up there. They would all see me. I couldn’t have that. I should have just killed Fredagest and damned the consequences. I probably could have controlled myself.

Probably.

I listened. My elvish form gave me keen senses. That’s ax thwunked over and over into the foam while Minx moaned and gasped, still gripped by the damiana. The imps howled and chittered as they fucked each other. Angela and her companions were worried. Without Faoril’s magic, they could be cut off by the imps from the tunnel.

I hoped that would temper Xera’s inquisitiveness.

“Saphique’s generous milk,” panted Sophia. “Can we go?”

“Please,” the sing-song voice of Xandra said.

“Xera,” Angela asked, “what are you looking at?”

“I thought I saw something.”

I tensed.

“Fuck me, Xera,” moaned Minx. “My pussy needs your elf-cock.”

“Is it important?” asked Angela. “The imps can stop fucking at any moment.”

“No, no,” the elf answered. “Just be ready.”

“I always am.”

I had never been so happy about degenerate imps lurking near me. Angela’s chainmail rattled as she led the way. Her and her companions’ boots and shoes thundered across the bridge and raced to the tunnel. Minx moaned the entire way, her fingers making wet squelches as she frigged her cunt.

Then they entered the tunnel.

I sighed in relief. It was dangerous getting this close to Angela. It wasn’t time to reveal myself. She didn’t have all the sword pieces yet. She was skilled. I could be comfortable in her handling the next threats. She had to be strong. So I should return to Shesax and learn what new mischief King Edward had embarked upon to hinder Angela.

My fingers flexed. The sounds of Angela and her companions dwindled. I transformed and flew towards the opening above.

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Knight-Errant Angela – Black Glass Aerie, the Island of Birds

The barrier wavered and rippled before me, a wall of water trapping us inside the caldera. Xandra had used her shaman magics to control the water elemental that formed the barrier and let us through. A chill shuddered down my spine.

“Xandra, can you use your magic?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, her voice echoing down the tunnel. “We’re stuck.”

The orgy of the imps echoed down the tunnels. They still fucked each other, but how long would that last? What would wear off first: the damiana or the antimagic compound? Minx still shuddered and gasped in Thrak’s arms. He held her small form easily despite her contortions and constant begging for his cock.

“No, there is someone on the other side of the barrier,” Xera said.

I peered at the rippling water. It distorted so much, but there did appear to be shadowy forms on the other side of the barrier. Hope surged in me. I waved my arms and shouted. Everyone else joined me, a chorus of “Help,” “Let us out,” and “Open the barrier” echoed down the tunnel.

I threw a look over my shoulder. I didn’t see any imps at the tunnel’s mouth. But they could come any moment. I felt so helpless. My sword couldn’t cut water. Thrak and I could hold off the imps for a while, but for how long?

Long enough for Xandra to regain her powers?

The water rippled and parted. A group of avians stood on the other side. I recognized two: Shaman Farsight, who forbade us entry last night, and Chief Flint, his hard eyes on us. The other two were male and female, middle years, the woman beautiful and delicate, with the same shade of sky-blue hair as Xandra. The man stood tall, though he was slim like all of his race, his eyes a bright sapphire and his hair crimson.

“Xani,” the pair said together in relief, their voices as singsong as Xandra’s.

Xandra squeaked out, “Hi.”

“Xandra Sky,” the elderly Farsight clucked, his skin paper-thin showing off the veins beneath his face as he scowled. “You were forbidden from allowing these outsiders to enter.”

Xandra stepped beside me, her head raised though she trembled. Chaun moved up behind her, his black hand resting on her pale shoulder. She spoke, her voice trembling, “I believed her to be the chosen one we have protected the piece of the sword for. She is the High King’s descendant and already possesses two other pieces of the sword.”

The elderly avian’s eyes narrowed. “And the opinion of a flightless woman should hold any weight?”

Xandra flinched. Avians possessed the ability to transform into a bird and fly. It was supposed to mark the transition between adolescence and adulthood. But Xandra couldn’t change. From what I gathered, she still had her adolescent name and had never been allowed to choose her adult name despite her age. As the prophecy said, she was the nameless shaman. And it was clear she found her heart in Chaun.

I never expected that to happen. But even the changeling appeared in love with his new mate. He had lost his heart and she had found it, as the Lesbius Oracle predicted.

“It doesn’t matter,” Xandra said. “She has the piece. Since I am no longer of Black Glass Aerie and have joined with my mate, I have not violated your commands because you have no authority over me.”

She trembled. Chaun squeezed her shoulder. She seemed to draw strength from him. Farsight let out a harrumphing snort, his jaw working. Had Xandra never stood up against his authority? It left the older shaman speechless.

“It is done,” Flint spoke. “The piece is hers. They have claimed it. We were never supposed to guard it forever.”

“The wind has willed it,” Farsight nodded. “The outsiders passed the test. They have achieved it. Xandra has served them well.”

I furrowed my brow. What was he doing? Trying to save himself more embarrassment by lying.

“Thank you, Shaman Farsight,” Xandra said.

“Xandra,” her mother said, a big smile on her face. “You have found such a strong mate, and I know you shall find honors with him that you can’t here.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“I’m honored to be her mate, Madam,” Chaun said, his voice honey-smooth.

I gave him a look. His violet eyes had that charming, interesting look he got when he saw a beautiful woman. His ebony ears twitched above his silver hair. He couldn’t help himself. Color blossomed in his mother-in-law’s cheeks as he gave her that dazzling smile.

I hoped he wouldn’t get us in trouble. Avians were monogamous. Strictly so. And Chaun might be the first changeling to ever marry. His kind were birthed by the God Las, and they carried his lusts in their veins. Their powers let them assume the form of a woman’s lover or husband so they could seduce her and impregnate her.

And Chaun was skilled at seduction.

Beside me, Sophia let out a pleased sighed. I glanced at her and arched an eyebrow.v
“Nothing,” she whispered.

“We had begun preparing the feast for you and Raincloud’s departure,” Xandra’s father said, “before we realized you had left.”

“For me?” Xandra said. “But I’m not leaving to go join another aerie like Raincloud is.”

“No, but you’re leaving with your mate. And that should be celebrated.” Her father nodded at her.

Xandra beamed.

I wasn’t so excited. I wanted to leave Black Glass Aerie and get back to the Golden Hunger. We had to sail south to Hargone and find our way to the Mirage Gardens in the Halani Desert. A feast sounded like it would take the day.

Bounty hunters pursued us. The reward Doge Aurelius placed on us staggered me. 5000 gold dupondius for each of us and another 10,000 for the pommel of the High King’s sword. Every sellsword, bounty hunter, mercenary, and adventurer would come after us for that.

Maybe even Captain Thyrna, the pirate who owned the Golden Hunger. She had smuggled us to the Island of Birds and agreed to sail us across the Nimborgoth as we pursued our quest. What if she found the prospect of so much gold to outweigh the treasure we had paid her?

Or maybe she would betray us. She was a pirate.

Chieftain Flint fell in beside me. “So…what became of the two bounty hunters?”

“Two?” I asked.

“There was only one,” Sophia said. She leaned out to peer around me at the chieftain. “The gnome.”

“You did not see the red-haired elf?” The chief’s large eyes blinked. “I assure you, Shaman Farsight let in two.”

“No elf has red hair,” Xera said. “Our hair comes in various hues of green.”

“We saw that redheaded elf the day we met you,” Sophia said. “Remember.”

I nodded my head, remembering that day months ago. “Yes. She ran and led us right to you. If she hadn’t, we never would have rescued you from the basilisk.”

Xera frowned. “Yes, yes. I remember that. My hunters never located her. No one knew of a red-haired elf.”

“Strange,” I frowned. “And now another red-haired elf has appeared here.”

“What does that mean?” Sophia asked.

I glanced over my shoulder at the rippling barrier. “I don’t know. Whoever this elf is, I don’t think she’s getting out of there.”

I bit my lip. So much strange things had happened since I left Shesax. Someone hired the warlock Fireeyes to kill me. And that warlock had an amulet that was twin of the garnet pendant that I wore, a gift from Lady Delilah. But then Chaun was hired by Lady Delilah to aid me.

Why would she help Fireeyes then help me?

I pictured the flaming-haired woman, a knight like me. She was beautiful, my first girlhood crush. I could still remember perfectly the first time I saw her. She was riding up to my family’s manor on her horse, looking so beautiful and strong and glamorous. At that moment, I wanted to be a Knight Deute, too.

Could Lady Delilah be the elf…?

No, that was ridiculous. Lady Delilah was as human as Sophia, Faoril, or me. It was impossible for her to change forms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chaun

My fingers danced on the lyre as I sang with Xandra. She sat beside me on her knees, her voice providing a beautiful counter harmony to my melody. She had never heard the song and yet created a complimentary, and complex, melody on the spot.

The musical talents of the avians were astounding. All my years of training at the College of Az to do what her race naturally did. They only lacked my ability to manipulate with song, to influence emotions, to enthrall and terrify, to inspire true grief or burning lust. The final magics of a bard.

She was a wonderful girl.

I glanced at her. She shone with the the white aura of a married woman, a beacon that shone to any changeling. We were drawn to married women most, to seduce and impregnate them. When I looked at any woman, the image of their lover or spouse would rise in my mind. I could assume the form, mimic him, and then seduce her. It was how my kind bred. Only in a married woman would my seed find fertile soil.

And only if I appeared as her husband.

When I looked at Xandra, my own form rose in my mind. I was the man she loved and was married to. When I made love to her, I cuckolded myself. I could feel it. It was amazing, remarkable. I think I was falling in love with her.

But I loved someone else. It tore my heart. Princess Adelaide, my married lover, was out there. I yearned for her as much as Xandra. I was banished from her husband’s court after I was caught in her bed. At the time, I wore the form of her husband, so she was able to feign innocent.

I fled with a bounty on my head and my reputation as a bard ruined. I lost my princess. I should forget her, but it was hard. Golden-locks, bountiful breasts. The opposite of slim, petite Xandra in every way.

I tore my eyes from Xandra and looked out at the dancing avians. The feast was underway, the aerie full of songs, dancing, and food. In the air, avians transformed into birds wheeled and soared, creating complex dances impossible on the ground.

And everywhere I looked was a married woman. Their auras all shone so bright, showing their commitment. I had never seen like it. Human women were rarely monogamous, even if they vowed to be when they married. Some husbands had no fear of their women straying, but others, like Prince Kivnar, were jealous and possessive.

But here, no woman strayed. They embraced monogamy.

My dick ached. I had to violate a marriage. I had to seduce a woman into infidelity even if she didn’t know she broke her vows. I yearned to transform into an avian and cuckold. And my eyes kept falling on the beautiful Shathil.

Xandra’s mother.

My cock raged in my pants, pressing against my codpiece. I wanted her. My mother-in-law. It would be the most delicious seduction. She was Xandra matured into Princess Adelaide’s beauty. Round breasts, curvy hips, and flashing, ruby eyes. There was a sensuous twist to those lips. And only one man had kissed them.

I wanted to be the second.

The song ended and those listening clapped. I set my lyre down and took a quick bow. Xandra gave me a questioning look as I stretched. I needed to slip away. “Just need to relieve myself,” I told her and gave her a kiss.

“Oh, yes, hurry back,” she said.

Xandra was clingy. I didn’t mind. It was wonderful to be around her. She was nubile in bed, eager to learn everything I could teach her. I loved how she smelled, how she kissed, how she felt sitting next to me.

But I couldn’t seduce her mother if she wouldn’t give me a moment’s space.

Sophia stood, smoothing her white robes before walking to join me. I frowned at the acolyte. She usually avoided me. She was the only woman in the group that didn’t throw herself at me. I could see it in her eyes—she was attracted to me, if ever so slightly, and that annoyed the lesbian. She was sworn to Saphique, vowed to never touch a man sexually, and she took that seriously.

“Yes?” I asked.

“You keep staring at Xandra’s mother with interest.”

I tensed. “And?”

“Are you looking to enjoy a married avian?”

“You are reading too much into simple glances,” I laughed. “I am just being polite. She is, after all, my mother-in-law.”

“And very beautiful.” A grin crossed her lips. “Like her daughter. Just delicious.”

“Maybe it’s you that is looking too much at Shathil.”

“I’ve been looking at Xandra.”

I paused, peering at her. “Do you want to sleep with my wife?”

Her grin was impish, her green eyes sparkling. “It would keep her away from you. I notice how…close she’s been. I keep your wife busy, and you can have your vulgar fun with the mother. Everyone wins.”

“And do you think you’re going to continue a relationship with Xandra?”

“Hopefully.”

“I get to watch if you do.”

Sophia worked her lips, some of the excitement fading from her eyes. “Fine. She is your wife. But no joining in. You want a threesome with Xandra, you’ll have to find someone else.”

“It’s a deal,” I nodded.

“Good.” Sophia let out a squeal and then gave me a brief hug. She turned and rushed back to Xandra, her robes flapping about her legs, suddenly so girlish.

I paused to watch Sophia fall to her knees beside Xandra and whisper in my wife’s ear. Xandra’s sapphire eyes found mine. They were so large and round on her face, making her appear even more innocent. She licked her lips and nodded. She stood, smoothing her colorful skirt, and let Sophia lead her off to one of the caves.

I grinned. It was time to seduce my mother-in-law. I slipped into an unused cave, stole a loincloth not unlike the one Thunderhead, my father-in-law, wore. I changed. My body flowed, growing lighter as my bones hollowed. I slimmed, my skin growing pale, my hair turning crimson.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Acolyte Sophia

Xandra gave me a questioning look as I yanked closed the curtains. The avians lived in caves and used curtains to give themselves privacy. Xandra sat on her bed, a bower made of soft animal skins. She had her hands folded before her. So submissive while her large eyes stared up at me.

“What do you need to talk to me about?”

“Chaun asked me to speak to you about what traveling will be like,” I said. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow, and you’re going to be in for a shock, I think.”

“Oh? I can sleep outdoors. And I spend a lot of time climbing, so I am in good shape. I will not slow the party down.”

I flopped down beside her and rested my left hand on her knee. She was so warm. I caressed her, brushing the hem of her skirt. It covered most of her thigh, which was a pity. She glanced down but didn’t say anything.

“That’s not what he’s worried about. Avians are a…prudish race.”

“Prudish?” She blinked. “What do you mean? I…I did everything Chaun wanted. I sucked his cock and let him lick my pussy. I’ll do anything in bed to please him.” Her cheeks had such a rosy blush to them. “I enjoyed it all so much. Even his cum.”

I did not need to hear that.

“We’ll be moving through human lands. And humans are, well, far more openly sexual. You’re going to see things.”

“Oh.”

“I’m Angela’s lover. You know that?”

She nodded. “Isn’t it…strange to make love to a woman? It doesn’t seem right.”

“Oh, it is very right,” I purred, letting my hand slide up her thigh a little higher, my fingers dipping beneath the hem of her skirt. I savored the warm feel of her silky leg. “Trust me. It is a beautiful thing.”

“Okay,” she said, shifting.

“But I also make love to Faoril and Xera. Well, Xera when she doesn’t have her cock.”

“Make love…” Her eyes widened. “You and Angela are not…mates?”

“No. Women can’t marry.” I shook my head at the mirth of it. “But we’re lovers. We’re committed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy others outside of our relationships.”

Her eyes widened. I would have to go so slow with her.

“Angela…cheats on you.”

“Not cheats. I am okay with her enjoying Chaun or Thrak or any other man or woman she wants. Sometimes we enjoy our lovers together.”

“She’s slept with Chaun?” Her eyes were so wide I could dive into them.

“He’s a changeling,” I laughed. “He might have slept with more women than I have. And I serve Saphique.”

“I…I knew he was a changeling, I just…didn’t think. He’s so handsome and… When he looked at me… And last night… It was wonderful.” She gave me such a fearful look. “He wouldn’t cheat on me, right? He wouldn’t break our sacred marriage vows. Luben blessed the dance last night. The God of Love himself. Please, Sophia, please.”

“Of course he would never hurt you,” I said, not liking the deception. “He loves you. The way he acts with you is so different than any woman I’ve seen him with. Relax.”

Her lower lip trembled. “Why are you telling me this? Do I have to share him? I’m not sure I can do that. Angela is so beautiful with her red hair. And Xera is so tall and willowy. And unashamed of the way she walks naked. Even Faoril is pretty.”

Tears beaded her eyes. This was not going the way I hoped. “Shh, you don’t have to share him. The others won’t sleep with Chaun if you’re not okay with it.”

Her eyes widened. “How can I ever be okay with it?”

My hand slid higher. “Well, what if you were with him? Angela, Xera, and Faoril all enjoy being with other women. Most do. It’s something so wonderful. And, of course, being with a woman is different than being with a man. You can’t cheat on Chaun with a woman.”

“What?” she blinked.

“You chose Chaun to be your man. You promised Luben to have no other man, right?”

“Right,” she nodded. She glanced down at my hand sliding higher up her thigh.

“Well, I’m not a man. You didn’t promise you wouldn’t sleep with any women.”

“It’s implied.”

“Is it?” My hand stroked her thigh. She was so warm. I dipped down between her legs, stroking her inner flesh as I rose higher.

“Sophia,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Chaun wants you to make love to me. He knows it’ll make you happy. He needs you to learn, to be prepared, so the two of you can bring other women into your marriage bed.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. I needed her so badly. She was so beautiful and innocent I couldn’t stand traveling with her without ever seducing her. It would be the purest torture. “He needs you to learn how to please a woman.

“So he asked me to teach you.”

“He did?” she asked as I leaned in to kiss her.

“Yes,” I whispered and our lips met.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chaun

I wasted no time in finding Shathil. She danced with other women before a fire. Her husband was below, throwing javelins with the other men while drinking. They appeared to be gambling while their wives danced above.

“Thunderhead,” Shathil gasped when I seized her hand.

“I need you,” I said in her husband’s strong voice.

“Ooh, you do,” she purred. The avian females had a submissive streak. They were used to their men making decisions while they stayed at the aerie tending to the hearth and children. I pulled her to me while the other married women let out musical laughs.

I took her into a cave. She giggled and threw her arms around my mouth. My mother-in-law’s lips were hot as she kissed me. She moaned, humping against me. I tasted the sweet berry-wine on her lips. Her arms tightened behind my neck as my dick ached in my loincloth.

I savored her kiss. She had no idea I wasn’t her husband. It excited me. My hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her the way Thunderhead would. She moaned into the kiss as my fingers dug into her ass through her skirt’s fabric.

“Oh, you are so hard today?” she moaned, breaking away and falling down on a bedding of soft furs. “Did you win? Did your javelin find its mark?”

“It’s about to,” I said, ripping off my loincloth and brandishing my hard dick.

“Ooh, yes,” she panted, hiking up her skirt and exposing the blue curls adorning her pussy.

I threw the curtain closed then fell on my knees before my mother-in-law’s cunt. Her tart passion filled my nose. She writhed, her face, Xandra’s beauty matured and ripened, brimming with passion as she undulated.

“Chaun’s song was so stirring,” she moaned. “Our daughter has chosen a passionate man.”

“Yes, she has,” I agreed before I kissed at her inner thighs just the way her husband would. My teeth nipped as I tasted the salt of her flesh.

She groaned and shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my face. She pulled off her sleeveless top, exposing nice, round breasts topped by red nipples. They looked delicious. Each begged to be sucked. They were fatter than her daughter’s, her breasts larger.

I hoped Xandra matured into her mother’s ripe beauty.

I kissed down her thigh, my teeth biting and nipping. I reached her pussy, her scent filling my nose. I spread her labia open and then took a long, slow lick, gathering her tart juices on my tongue. She groaned and humped into my mouth as I reached her clit.

I sucked on it.

She bucked so hard. Her hands squeezed her breasts and musical moans escaped her lips. My tongue caressed her clit as I sucked. My hands slid beneath her ass, squeezing her naked cheeks as she writhed on the furs.

“Mmm, yes, Thunderhead,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Get my target ready for your big javelin. Mmm, you’re going to spear me so hard.”

“So hard,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her firm ass.

I tongued at her pussy, ignoring her clit now. I slid through her folds, gathering her tart juices before I thrust my tongue deep into her hole. She grunted her husband’s name, convinced I was him. It was so exciting to cuckold my father-in-law.

My fingers dipped into the crack of her ass. I found her sphincter and teased it. She gasped, her eyes widening. She moaned her husband’s name as my finger circled her puckered opening, her pussy clenching on my swirling tongue.

Then I entered her ass.

Tight, hot, velvety bowels surrounded my finger. I pushed in past the first knuckle and then the second as I feasted on her pussy. Her moaning song grew higher pitched as I pleasured her. She tossed her head and squeezed her breasts.

“Oh, Thunderhead, you are so eager. Mmm, now that Xandra is gone, imagine the fun we can have in our cave. No more keeping quiet. You can pound me like you did before she hatched. You can take me hard.”

My dick ached. “Yes. I’ll make you cum on my javelin. You’ll sing out for the entire aerie to hear.”

She laughed and humped harder against my mouth. Her bowels clenched on my finger. Her pussy grew hotter. My tongue slid through her folds as my nose bumped her clit. She gasped and moaned, shuddering, her fingers digging into her tits.

She sang so loudly when she came. Her voice echoed through the cave as her juices flooded her mouth. She squirted as much as her daughter. Her bowels spasmed about my fingers while I drank down the flood of her delicious juices gushing out of her.

I wanted to drown in my mother-in-law’s cream.

Her hips undulated as her orgasm peaked. And then she flopped back on the furs, her breasts jiggling. She twisted her head, crooning her delight. I ripped my finger from her asshole and sucked on it, savoring the sour flavor as I rose, my dick so hard.

“On your hands and knees, wife,” I groaned. “I’m going to spear your target so hard.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

My mother-in-law rolled over and rose, her skirt still bunched around her waist. Her ass was magnificent, two pale hills rising above her body. And between her thighs was her dripping, married cunt aching to be fucked by my cock.

I thrust my javelin and hit right on target.

Her hot cunt sank around my dick. I groaned, savoring the thrill of having fucked both the daughter’s and now the mother’s cunt. It was so depraved. Her hot flesh clenched about me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I sank deeper and deeper into her married pussy, my balls aching to unleash my seed and fertilize her.

I drew back and thrust again, my balls smacking into her clit. She gasped and rotated her hips, throwing me wild looks over her shoulder. Her pale-blue hair flew as she rocked back and forth, our flesh slapping together.

My hands stroked up her tits and squeezed them. I pinched her red nipples. Her cunt tightened on my dick. She moaned louder, fucking back harder as I rolled her nubs. Her voice was so beautiful as it echoed through the cave.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck me. That’s it. Oh, yes. Ram that huge cock into my cunt. Oh, yes. Spear me.”

“Take my spear,” I groaned. “Oh, yes. You’re so tight and hot. I’m going to cum so hard in you.”

“Oh, you wicked husband. You want to plant another egg in my belly.”

“Yes.” My back arched. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m going to flood you with my seed.”

I thrust harder. I wanted to impregnate my mother-in-law. It would be so hot to have mother and daughter both pregnant with my child. My dick ached at the thought. My balls boiled, ready to unleash a flood into her tight, hot cunt.

She moaned and arched her supple back. She gasped her husband’s name again as her pussy spasmed about my cock. Milking me. Eager for my hot seed to spill into the depths of her belly and fertilize her egg.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed “Cum in me. Do it. I love it.”

The massaging pressure of her pussy was too much for my thrusting cock. I couldn’t resist this woman. I had to flood her married cunt with all my seed. I buried into her and groaned at the first explosion of my jizz.

It pumped out of me. The pleasure raced through me as I embraced the thrill of cumming in not just a married woman’s snatch, but my mother-in-law’s. I had cum in her daughter, and now I flooded her with so much seed.

“Luben’s sacred vows,” I groaned, cursing like her husband. “Gods, I love you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, her voice lethargic. She fell onto the furs and rolled onto her back. “I love you, too.”

I kissed her and a strange guilt twisted me. I told her I loved her. It was what her husband would say. I never felt guilty before using those three words on a woman. So why now? What made this different?

I broke the kiss, and she smiled at me. “Mmm, what a great feast.”

“We should get back. I’m still in the game.”

She chirped. “Try not to lose too much.”

I winked at her and grabbed the loincloth. I slipped out as she dressed, rushing to where I stashed my clothing. I was eager to see how Sophia was doing with my wife. Could she seduce Xandra into lesbian sex?

I wanted to see that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Xandra

Confusion gripped me as Sophia’s lips worked against mine. They were so soft, so different than Chaun’s. I wanted to stop her, but such wonderful feelings surged in me. I shouldn’t feel like this for anyone but my mate.

And yet, earlier when we fought the imps, I felt the same surge of lust at the sight of their hard cocks. Was there something wrong with me? I couldn’t fly.

I tried to break away, but her hand gripped the back of my neck, keeping me pressed tight to her lips. They were so hungry for me as her hand slid higher and higher up my thigh. My eyes widened as she neared my pussy.

I twisted my head and Sophia broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“This is,” I gasped. “I’m mated to Chaun and…”

Her fingers reached my pussy. I gasped as she stroked up and down through my curls, stroking my slit. Excitement rushed through me. The heat grew wet beneath her touch. My juices leaked out, lubricating her fingers as they touched me.

My body betrayed me. Her touch felt amazing. I wanted to break away from it, but I couldn’t. It was so hard. Guilt surged through me. I had to get away. I couldn’t let her do this. It had to be cheating, even if it was with a woman.

I couldn’t cheat.

“Just relax,” she smiled, her fingers so delicate. They touched all the wonderful spots. Waves of heat washed out of me. “Let me love you. Let me worship the Goddess Saphique in your arms, Xandra. She gave women this amazing gift to love each other.”

“Gift?” I squeaked as her finger found my clit. She circled it. Oh, that felt nice.

“Yes, gift. Now just relax.”

She kissed me again. This time her tongue pressed on my lips. I shuddered, unable to fight her passion, and let her tongue invade my mouth. My breasts rose and fell. My nipples tingled. She rubbed my clit faster and faster. I sucked in breaths through my nose.

This was all happening too fast. I couldn’t do this. Didn’t she understand? I was avian. We mated for life. We weren’t like the other races.

So why did my body betray me?

Her fingers felt wonderful. My pussy clenched and more juices leaked out, dribbling down to my ass. The back of my skirt stuck to my flesh as I moaned into the kiss. My body squirmed and my fingers dug into the furs. Sophia pressed me back. She wanted me to stretch out on the bedding.

But I fought. I kept my arms locked. I couldn’t surrender. No matter how wonderful she made my body feel. Sophia purred and nibbled on my lower lip, her fingers rubbing harder as her other hand pushed beneath my top, stroking my stomach on their quest up to my breasts.

Please, no.

She cupped my small mound. Her fingers were so delicate. She brushed my nipple. I moaned as the pleasure rippled down my breast from the nub and through my body. My elbows weakened. I fell back on the furs, breaking contact with her lips.

“Mmm, just relax,” she said, stroking my clit and nipple. “Enjoy.”

Her hands pulled away, leaving me trembling, aching for her touch. I blinked as she yanked up my top. My arms helped her, lifting up so she could strip me naked and expose my breasts. She cooed her delight as both her hands grasped them.

“No,” I protested as she leaned down. “This has gone too far, Sophia. Please, stop. I’m not…”

Her mouth engulfed my right nipple. Her lips sealed about my areola, and she sucked. I gasped and arched my back as the pleasure rippled through my body. I bit my lip and squirmed beneath the feel of her lips.

“Sophia,” I groaned.

“Just enjoy,” she purred between sucks.

“No. Please, stop. I can’t do this. I can’t cheat on… Chaun!”

My husband slipped through the curtains, a huge smile on his midnight-black face. His silvery hair seemed to glow compared to his dark skin. He nodded at me, his smile supportive. I licked my lips and then groaned as Sophia suckled.

Chaun wanted this. He wanted to watch me and Sophia…make love. I swallowed and relaxed, trying to fight away the guilt. What was there to feel guilty about? Chaun was right here with me. He wasn’t mad. My husband didn’t believe I violated our marriage.

“Enjoy her,” he whispered.

“Yes, enjoy me,” Sophia panted as her lips moved lower. “Mmm, let me make you cum. That will relax you.”

I gasped as her lips kissed lower and lower. They were so hot. My stomach tensed as she kissed around my flesh. She nuzzled at the center of my belly and then giggled. “No bellybutton. So strange.”

Then she kissed lower, her hands pushing my skirt off my hips. I raised my ass, helping her to expose my pussy. Her lips kissed at my pubic hair adorning my groin, working in a sinuous path down to my married pussy.

I stared at Chaun. He wanted this. I was being a good wife.

“That’s it, Xandra,” he groaned, his clothing rustling. His codpiece fell off, and then he unlaced his britches. His wonderful cock appeared. He stroked it as he watched Sophia nuzzle lower and lower.
And then her lips found my pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my hips arching as her gentle tongue licked up my slit. It was so different than Chaun’s, her tongue smaller and nimbler.

It danced over my pussy. Her fingers spread my lips apart, letting her tongue work through my folds and brush my hard clit. I groaned and humped against her, the pleasure swelling through me as I enjoyed her mouth and tongue and fingers. Chaun grinned.

It was exciting being watched. I moaned again and squeezed my breasts. He liked that. I pinched my red nipples and humped into Sophia’s licking mouth. The pleasure swelled in my core just like it did with Chaun.

My body didn’t seem to care who pleasured it.

“Cum on her mouth,” Chaun groaned. “Flood her lips.”

“Yes,” Sophia purred between licks.

And then her fingers penetrated my pussy. I gasped, and my flesh clenched down on her. I humped against her, my fingers pinching harder and harder at my nipples. I licked my lips then sang out my pleasure. It swelled in me.

“I’m going to cum, husband,” I panted. “I’m going to cum on her mouth.”

“Do it,” he groaned, stroking himself faster.

I let myself go. I squeezed shut my eyes and my body contorted, humping against her licking, nibbling, delicious mouth. My pleasure washed through me. My nipples ached beneath my pinching fingers. I humped into Sophia’s mouth. She purred her delight, drinking my juices while I shuddered.

“You need to eat me, too,” Sophia moaned between licks.

Before I knew what was happening—my body still racked by pleasure—her robes had flown off, and she had turned around, straddling my face. Her shaved pussy hovered above me. I gasped at the sight of another woman’s sex up close. Her slit was so tight. Her clit just peeking out of her folds as she lowered her pussy to my lips. I smelled her tart musk.

“Yes,” Chaun groaned as her pussy settled on my face. “Eat her. Make her cum. You’re so beautiful right now.”

Still writhing from my orgasm, I copied what Sophia did to my pussy. I licked where she licked and touched where she touched. My fingers parted her plump vulva, revealing her inner depths. There were so many pink folds all covered in her tart juices. I licked through them. Her hips undulated, grinding hot flesh on my lips.

I made love to someone who wasn’t my husband.

I heard Chaun’s breathing and the slap of his fist stroking his dick while he watched. My hips humped into Sophia’s licking face as I devoured her pussy. She moaned into my snatch. I pleased her. I made her feel good.

Sophia’s lips sucked my clit into her mouth. I found her nub and nuzzled against it. I sucked hard on it. She bucked into me. I nibbled and sucked on her clit, my tongue danced about it. She moaned about my bud, her voice humming.

Such wonderful pleasure.

We both gasped and sang. Our fingers penetrated each other’s twats. She was so hot and silky. No wonder Chaun loved fucking me. It felt amazing inside her pussy. And her fingers were so skilled. She touched delicious places inside of me. I groaned and writhed. The bliss swelled through me, another orgasm gathering to sweep me away.

“Oh, yes, Xandra,” groaned Chaun. “Devour her pussy. Finger her snatch. Make her cum.”

I groaned and slipped a third finger into Sophia. She squealed about my clit. Her hot flesh spasmed on my fingers as she bucked. Juices flooded out into my mouth as her fingers jabbed so deep into my pussy.

I made her cum. She wasn’t my mate, and yet I pleasured her.

Guilt crashed through me along with my orgasm. I couldn’t help the shame of surrendering to the bliss. I bucked and writhed beneath her, the pair of us cumming and gasping, drinking each other’s cum while the pleasure boiled through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes. I loved it. I shouldn’t, but I did.

My toes curled. My body heaved. The pleasure peaked before dying into a delicious buzz that pumped through my veins. I gasped and heaved as Sophia rolled off of me. Chaun, now naked, fell to his knees between my thighs.

“You were so beautiful,” he groaned. “I love you, Xandra.”

“I love you,” I gasped out, the guilt swelling.

Did I just break my marriage vows?

Chaun kissed me, tasting my adultery on my lips, the tart flavor of Sophia’s pussy. And then his cock was in me. I groaned, embracing the only pleasure I should experience. I never should have let Sophia seduce me.

But Chaun loved it. It made him so hard. It pleased him to see me with her.

“Oh, you’re spoiling all my fun, Chaun,” sighed Sophia. “Xandra, I really enjoyed that. I hope we can make love again. Maybe you can join me and Angela in bed. You can spank my ass and fuck me with my dildo strapped to your cute body.”

My pussy clenched on Chaun’s dick. A part of me wanted that. Instead of answering, I kissed my husband harder and writhed beneath him. Why was it so appealing? Why was I so weak?

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Thrak

The ladder groaned as I stepped off of it and faced the Collserola Jungle. Its sweltering heat washed over us. I missed the cooler air of the aerie. Faoril stepped off after me. The climb down was faster than the climb up had been. The sun hadn’t risen far. We left the aerie at dawn while the avians recovered from the farewell feast.

I stared down the road, wondering what the future held. What other bounty hunters were out there? There would be more and some would be dangerous. Fredagest came close to defeating us with her alchemy.

Faoril came up beside me, standing tall. She had embraced her magic again and found her worth. I envied her control over her magic. She didn’t have to fear her abilities like I did. She didn’t have a beast lurking inside of her eager to rampage and kill.

Chaun, Xandra, and Xera stepped off the ladder, the last of the party. Minx bounced on her heels, recovered from the damiana—she had spent most of yesterday “gripped by its lust” and begging Xera to keep making love to her. She had a huge grin on her bronze face, eager to get going. Xera took the lead, Minx at her side.

I hefted my ax. The future was uncertain, but we would face it together. We were stronger united than apart. The bounty hunters would fail to stop us.

To be continued…

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