Author: admin

A purely girl on girl story. Takes a bit long to get to the good parts, but is interesting enough, I think, so you don’t notice.

Danni and Alexis

Danni was over at my house, spending a Friday night to keep me company while my mom was away on a business trip. My dad had run out years ago, and with only one child, and a great job, she saw no reason to remarry so it was just the two of us. Only problem was she had to travel out of town a lot.

No worries, Danni had moved in down the street a year ago and we quickly became good friends. We were senior co-captains of the high school Lacrosse team, she was a goalie, I was an attacker. We both looked our positions, she was a bit shorter than I was, but with a wider, more filled out frame and bigger, c-cup breasts. She wasn’t fat by any means, just a generally bigger girl. She was a natural redhead, keeping this crazy short, spiked looked that attracted everyone’s attention.

I on the other hand was taller, thinner, shiftier…more agile. I had three inches on Danni, standing 5’10,’’ but at 120, probably weighed 20 pounds less. I had straight easy-to-manage shoulder length hair that couldn’t figure out if it wanted to be blonde or brown. My skinny frame and modest 34B breasts drew a good amount of attention from the opposite sex as well. Only problem was, they didn’t draw a lot of attention from me.

Even at this point, I hadn’t really considered dating and relationships, my mom didn’t seem to need them, so why should I? I knew, though, that I definitely wasn’t interested in the crude, boorish creatures that passed for guys at my school.

Anyways, we were watching some movie late at night in my basement, with both of us periodically zoning out. A full-frontal nude scene involving two women captured my full attention, as I shifted up in my seat, and slightly closer to Danni. I watched mesmerized as their breasts bounced with every movement and tried to ignore the pubic hair. I always found mine disgusting, and once I started shaving my legs…well I didn’t stop there. I sighed disappointedly as one of the girls pulled a bra out of her drawer.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I’d been rubbing Danni’s leg unconsciously while watching the movie. She looked at me, her face starting to match her hair. I moved away from her on the couch, giving her some space.

“Danni…I…I think I like girls, don’t tell the team, the locker room is uncomfortable enough already!”

“You’re a lesbian?” Each word came out slowly, as though she had difficulty getting the sentence out.

I nodded, “Yeah…well, I don’t know, I’ve never done anything with girls, I don’t know.” She got up and started up the stairs. I was on the verge of tears, a few seconds lapse and I’d killed a friendship, possibly my high school life as I knew it.

I heard the footsteps stop for a few seconds, then slowly plod back down. Carefully she sat down on the couch. It was like seeing a turtle without its shell; it was a side of her I didn’t know existed. The tough-as-nails goalie I knew was gone.

“I am…a lesbian I mean. I’ve always known, but, what do you do with something like that? I mean you can’t really come out with it, not in our high school. And of course you can’t find someone without saying anything…”

I nodded, but couldn’t find any words. Neither could she and we both sort of stared at each other. “You’re hot!” I blurted, then immediately buried my face in my hands, I was such an idiot.

She laughed, but not derisively, it was a comforting sound, not quite as arrogant as an “I know,” sort of laugh, but close. All of a sudden all these new possibilities were open. “You wanna be a couple?” She asked.

“I don’t know…” Too many things were in my head at once, I was having trouble sorting them out.

“You want to be a couple,” a statement this time, not a question. Things cleared up a little. I nodded mindlessly for a moment, and then smiled when I realized what it meant. She was watching me, showing the same grin I felt on my face.

All of a sudden I was in her arms, kissing her, sliding my tongue around hers in a warm, wet embrace. She moved to my cheek, quick kisses sliding down until she settled on my neck. I rolled my head back happily as she kissed away. “Finally,” I wanted to breathe, but no words came out.

After that burst of passion, we sat on the couch and talked for what seemed like forever, about everything, our lives, how we figured ours homosexuality out, when the conversation suddenly stopped.

She eyed me mischievously, “you want to have some fun?”

I didn’t get it at first. “What do you mean?” She began sliding her grey lacrosse shirt up her body. My heart began to pound and I froze. She raised her hands invitingly above her head, and I could see her breasts rise beneath her shirt. For the first time I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Neither of us was as were decked out in our sleeping clothes.

I slid closer to her and nervously grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She smiled at me, so in one swift motion I pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. The sight of her large round breasts and quarter sized nipples made me stop and stare. She slid a hand in behind my neck and drew my lips to hers.

Copying her earlier, I moved to her cheek then down her neck. She moaned softly as I kissed a spot directly under the side of her jaw and kept moving down. She laid back on the couch and I climbed on top of her, continuing to kiss my way down. Finally I could hold back no more, and moved swiftly to her nipples. Kissing them gently at first, I decided to experiment with my tongue. She let out a pleased moan when it touched skin, and smiled down at me.

I circled the areola slowly at first, watching her reactions. Her eyes were half rolled back in her head with pleasure. I started running my tongue up and down over her now hard nipples.

“Ooh,” she squealed, “that feels good.”

I started moving faster and faster up and down over her nipples, and her reactions began to grow more and more chaotic. Her breath grew ragged, and her body twitched with each pass. Her one hand rested above her head, the other gently stroked my hair.

More curious than ever now, I continued my kissing journey down her body.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed as I went lower and lower. Finally my hands slid under the waistband of her sweatpants, and slid them down her legs. Once they were off and on the floor, she spread her legs to reveal no panties, and a completely shaved pink pussy.

I kissed and felt my way slowly up her deliciously strong athletic legs, grabbing everything I could get my hands on, finally nearing her pussy. I took in her sweet scent for a moment, slowly kissing her inner thighs over and over. Just before I was about to take my first taste, Danni stopped me.

She stood up beside the coach and pulled me to my feet also. Standing behind me, she started to slip my shirt off as well. At first I stopped her, I’d never been naked in front of another girl before, well, except the locker room, but no one was really looking then. After a moment, I lifted my arms and allowed her to slide the shirt up and over my head. I also wore no bra, but when she pulled down my sweats, it revealed a simple black thong.

“Cute,” she said, kissing my cheek from behind and running her hands through the fabric over my lips. I started to go weak at the knees, I’d never felt anything so good. Too soon, she stopped and slid them off. I stepped out of them, and she spun me around, kissing me, running her hands all up and down my body. Mine made a feeble attempt to enjoy hers, but I was too frozen, too afraid. Her hands slid down my arms, and she gently pulled me towards the couch, sitting down and spreading her legs.

I bent over and gave her a gentle, smiling kiss on the lips before dropping to my knees in front of her. Still nervous, but curious enough to keep the feeling at bay, I lightly licked her vagina, starting at the bottom of her lips and moving slowly upward over her clit.

She shuddered as my tongue washed over her clit, so I moved to lick it again. Another shudder, deeper this time, as I put more pressure on it. Her hands slid to the back of my head and she gently pushed me down. I started kissing and licking her clit some more, softly at first, but harder and harder as she pushed me down more.

I opened my mouth over as much of her vagina as possible. This gave me a wide range of possibilities with my tongue, licking her clit some more, running it up and down her lips, even penetrating her.

She let out a long, low moan as my tongue ran slow, hard circles over her clit. Her hips began gyrating against my pace, trying to put even more pressure on her sensitive spot. I quickened my pace, trying to keep as much of my mouth on as much of her pussy as possible.

We stared at each other for a moment, her lips parting into a smile, and my eyes answering. I went faster still, and her head fell back against the couch. Her eyes shut, and her hands moved from my head up to her breasts. She started to moan with my licks, louder and louder.

Finally, her movement stopped, and she let out a long low, “Ooohhhhh,” her muscles tensed and she bit down on her lower lip for several seconds. Finally she opened her eyes and guided me to my feet, her breathing still faster than normal.

I sat on the couch next to her and kissed her for several minutes, her tongue dancing wildly around mine, tasting her juices and thanking me for the orgasm. Slowly her hand began to creep towards my pussy. When it reached my clit, my tongue fell dead, I couldn’t help it; it felt so good I couldn’t move.

I let out a half squeal, half yell as her middle finger entered my pussy. She lowered herself to her knees and went to work. Her one hand thrusted in and out of my pussy, the other groped my breast, all while her strong tongue washed all over me.

Unlike her, I couldn’t move, I could barely breath. My arms lay limp at my sides, my eyes shut, my mouth twisted into a look of utter ecstasy. Every once in a while I was able to let out a soft moan, or a contorted, “oh god,” but that was all.

She immediately worked fast and hard, sucking on my clit and kissing it repeatedly. I felt this warm, amazing sensation rising within me. She started to moan and grunt hungrily while she licked, sending me even higher. I felt my orgasm coming on and for some reason tried to hold on, tried to fight it. It was no use as her tongue just kept coming and coming.

Finally it washed over me like a blissfully warm ocean wave. I felt my vaginal muscles tighten, and my pussy drip like it never had before. For several seconds I sat paralyzed, unable to move, unable to breath, unable to think. At long last the pleasure subsided so I could let out a long throaty moan.

Danni was already sitting next to me kissing me. A few seconds later I snapped out of my daze and kissed her back. Tasting myself on her lips was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever felt. She lay on her back again, and I fell on top of her. We slept that way, her on her back, and me resting my head on the soft cushion of her breasts.

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Angela and her companions reflect on how their lives changed during the quest and begin their new journeys in the conclusion to The Knight and the Acolyte.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter Thirteen: Discovered Love
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Xerathalasia – The Free City of Raratha

My fingers dug into the cracks in the rotting mortar of the abandoned tower, my ears prickling. From the top, our destination, I could hear the passionate moans of sex, the plunge of hard cock into wet pussy, the slap of flesh on flesh.

But despite those lusty sounds, no desires stirred through me. Our business tonight was dark.

Minx climbed above me, the halfling scampering up the side of the tower with ease. Despite her smaller limbs, she moved faster than I could manage. Her daintier fingers more suited to gripping the crumbling masonry than my longer digits.

Over the aromas of the salty harbor of Raratha and the musty stone, I smelled the lavender scent of halfling pussy. Not Minx’s. This scent came from the tower. The women I heard moaning in rapturous delight.

The nixie Spray was enjoying her harem of halfling thieves.

Once, Minx belonged to the group. I remembered the night as we plotted to break into the Doge’s palace. One of the halflings had spied on us and reported back to Spray. The nixie had been scared into silence by Thrak’s intimidation. He’d fucked Minx on his cock, demonstrating his ownership of her.

I had no idea just how treacherous Spray was at the time.

Light poured through a window at the top, the flickering inconstancy of a sputtering fire. Minx scrambled faster and faster. She reached the windowsill, peeking over it, the light illuminating her metallic-red hair.

In moments, I joined her, peeking through the window down at the sight. Inside, Spray fucked one of her halflings, her blue tits, her skin the shade of the sea, heaving as she rammed her nixie-cock into the halfling’s cunt. Her lover moaned and gasped, her small body writhing beneath Spray. Unlike elves, our nixie kin were blessed with having their dicks permanently.

I licked my lips, my ears twitching. The other halflings writhed around the pair, their metallic-bronze bodies naked. Nude, their tiny bodies could not be mistaken for children, their breasts round and hips curving. They frolicked with each other, licking and nuzzling each other’s cunts as they waited for their turn to be fucked.

Minx had spent so many nights down there.

I glanced at my lover. She stared down at them, her hand gripping a dagger she had drawn. Her face hard. My heart thudded. We were here to kill Spray, to avenge Minx’s sister Fox. I didn’t approve, but I understood.

And I would help justice be meted out on Spray for her role in Fox’s death.

Minx’s breath quickened. I could hear her heart thudding away in her chest. She stared down at the orgy, the halflings moaning, Spray fucking her lover harder and harder, approaching her orgasm. Minx’s hand shook, light glinting off her blade.

A tear fell down her cheek.

And then she scrambled down the tower, climbing with a reckless disregard. I blinked in astonishment. She was a third of the way down before I even reacted. I followed her, my heart thudding. What was she doing?

I scrambled after her as fast as I could. She hit the street, her bare feet slapping as she raced off into the warren of alleys that snaked through the poor dock district of Raratha. I cursed, working my way down, the mortar crumbling. One misstep would plunge me to my death.

I pushed down my fear. I had to find her.

I jumped down the last ten feet, landing in a crouch, my breast slapping together, my feet aching from the jarring impact on cobblestone. I sprang down the alley, chasing after Minx like I had months before when she pickpocketed Chaun. My ears twitched, listening for the slap of her bare feet.

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Minx

Tears fell down my cheek as I ran. I couldn’t do it. I was so prepared, so ready to plunge my dagger into that bitch’s back. And then I saw her writhing with Owl, Mouse, Kitty, Flit, Giggles, and Quick. I knew them all. And they all looked so happy. They were all content to just survive with Spray, to be her wives.

I lost my nerve. I…didn’t want to bring them pain by killing Spray. I’d hurt so much after Fox’s death. I could still see my older sister dangling from the noose, her feet kicking as the life strangled out of her. It haunted me.

I collapsed onto my hands and knees, the cobblestones hard beneath me. I shuddered as I cried in the alley. Tears rained down to my hands. I pounded my fist on the cobblestones. I hated this. I wanted to kill her. But…

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I shouted, despising myself for being so weak.

A form dropped down before me. I looked up at Xera, her cheeks flushed dark. She crotched before me, staring at me with such concern, her ears twitching as they thrust out of her long, green hair. She cupped my face, wiping away my tears.

“This is all your fault,” I accused as I shuddered.

“My fault?”

“Your fault that I’ve changed. You made me love! You made me care. And…” I shuddered. “Seeing them all so happy with Spray, I couldn’t take it away from them!”

Xera’s smile became sad. “You always cared.”

“No I didn’t!” I wanted to kill Spray so badly. But… “You changed me! I wouldn’t have cared about hurting Owl or Flit or Giggles before. I only cared about myself before I met you.”

“You cared about Fox.”

I flinched beneath her words.

She pulled me to her, pressing my face into her soft breasts. She stroked my hair. “You always cared, Minx. You just liked to pretend you didn’t. It made surviving easier. But… You don’t have to pretend. You can be who you always were.”

“I want to kill her!” I shrieked. “She deserves to die! Fox is dead because of that treacherous water-slut!”

“And then Owl and Flit and Giggles will think you deserve to die. They’ll hate you like you hate Spray.”

“See!” I looked up at her. “You’re making this complicated. It should be easy! Why isn’t it easy?”

Her arms tightened around me. “Since when has life ever been easy?”

“I…I miss her, Xera.”

“Fox?”

“Lynette.” I shivered. “That’s the name her mother gave her.”

“Her…mother?”

I rolled my eyes. “We don’t have the same mother. Our father had five wives. Lynette.”

“It’s a beautiful name.”

“We’ll name our daughter that,” I said, waiting for her reaction.

“Daughter?” Xera frowned, her pointed ears twitching. “What?”

I shivered. “I’m…pregnant. And I haven’t been with a halfling male,” I quickly added. “I think…that’s what the plant-elf did to me. Right before she died. She changed me. I’m pregnant, and you’re the father. Or mother or whatever you say in your tongue.”

Speaking those words, naming my unborn daughter after my sister, lightened my heart. Fox was gone, but she wasn’t forgotten. She would live on in our daughter’s name and in my heart. She was fearless. She was amazing. I tried so hard to be like her.

“Truly?” Xera asked, trembling. Tears beaded in her eyes.

“Truly,” I nodded. “No lies. This time, you’re the mother.”

Her hand moved down to my belly, rubbing it in slow circles. I shivered, loving the feel. It had taken me a week to finally admit I was pregnant. I just couldn’t believe it when I missed my period. But I didn’t want to get up Xera’s hopes either. What if I was wrong?

But now I was sure of it. The elf-plant had changed me for Xera.

“This is wonderful,” Xera whispered. “Lynette. I love that name.”

And then she kissed me on the lips. Hot and passionate and loving. I shuddered, closing my eyes. I clung to her neck, our tongues writhing together, her hand still rubbing on my belly, feeling the new life growing inside of me.

The life we created.

My pussy grew hot at the idea. I couldn’t believe how…exciting that was. How much of a turn on it was to admit I was pregnant with my elf-lover’s daughter. My cunt clenched, the heat burning, my juices trickling out into my britches.

Xera broke the kiss, her nose twitching. “Mmm, someone’s growing excited.”

“I am,” I smiled as her hand moved higher up my flesh, cupping my breast through the band of cloth I wore wrapped around it. She squeezed, my nipple throbbing.

“Maybe I should do something about it,” Xera purred, licking her lips. “After all, you’re the mother of my child.”

I shivered, nodding my head in agreement. “I think you should.”

I stretched out on the cobblestones, the autumn sky dark overhead. Raratha had a mild climate. It wasn’t too chilly, and I was too excited to feel it anyways. Especially with Xera’s lips kissing and nuzzling at my stomach. How long until I grew round with our baby?

Her fingers untied the laces of my britches as she nuzzled at my bellybutton. I gasped as her tongue dipped into the divot. I squirmed, her ears twitching as she swirled her tongue in slow circles. My eyes fluttered as the delight rippled through me.

I lifted my ass, letting her slide off my tight britches and exposing my shaved pussy to the air. I kicked off my britches as her lips moved lower and lower. She nuzzled at my strip of metallic-red pubic hair leading to my dripping, pregnant pussy.

I grinned and giggled.

Her eyes flicked up to me, reflecting the starlight. “What?”

“You’re about to eat my pregnant pussy,” I grinned.

“I am,” she smiled, her ears twitching more. “Mmm, we made a baby.”

“I did most of the work,” I told her, a huge grin on my lips. “You just spurted your seed into me.”

“I had to pump my cock in and out of you,” she grinned. “I had to make that little cunt cum over and over.”

“Nope, I did most of the work,” I laughed, feeling so alive right now. My hands rubbed at my belly as she dipped her head down, her silky hair brushing my thighs.

I groaned as her tongue ran across my pussy, my small breasts jiggling beneath the cloth. I kept massaging my belly. I loved touching it as my lover’s tongue licked through my pussy, dragging through my folds.

“So we’re married now, right?” I groaned. “Since you bred me.”

“We are,” Xera purred between licks.

“So, having a harem of hermaphrodites is out, huh?”

“Sorry,” Xera purred. “You’re my wife now.” Her forehead tightened. “You can’t…”

“I won’t cheat on you!” I said with such force, anger shooting through me. “I love you, Xerathalasia.” I managed to say her full name without tripping over my tongue.

Her entire body trembled. She let out such a heart-felt sigh, her ears blurring as they spasmed in joy. Then she buried her face into my pussy and licked me so hard. I groaned, my cunt clenching as her tongue dragged through my folds, flicking my clit.

I squirmed on the cobblestones, savoring their hard, cold surfaces. Her hands reached beneath me, grasping my ass as she pulled my pussy tight against her lips. Her tongue thrust into my pregnant depths, swirling through me, making me shudder in delight. I groaned, my voice echoing between the buildings.

We were wanted criminals in Raratha, and we were fucking in the street. I loved it.

“Oh, my sweet Xerathalasia,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, just tongue my pussy. Oh, I have such a naughty elf-wife.”

She licked harder. Then she fucked her tongue in and out of my pussy, so aggressive. She moaned her pleasure into my pussy, her hands clenching my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes, Xerathalasia is the most beautiful elf in the world! She’s my wife! I love her so much!”

My voice echoed back, “…love her so much… …so much… …ch…”

My thighs locked about her face. I reached down, grasping the ends of her pointed ears in my fingers, massaging them. She moaned, shuddering as she devoured my pussy harder. Her ears were so sensitive. It was like playing with her clit.

I stroked her ears as the pleasure built and built in me. My wife’s licking tongue drove me wild. I humped into her licking tongue. She churned through my pussy, whipping my cunt into a froth. I groaned, arching my back, staring up at the starry sky bracketed by the buildings on either side of us.

“Xerathalasia!” I squeaked. “You’re so amazing. I… Yes!”

I came on my wife’s licking tongue.

My juices flooded my elf’s mouth. She drank them down as I bucked and writhed. I shuddered, my eyes squeezed shut as the rapture rippled out of my pregnant pussy. The delight had me heaving and moaning, gasping out my pleasure for all of Raratha to hear.

I squirmed. I writhed. I bucked.

The pleasure surged through me. Such happy delight shot through me. I played with her ears, making her moan and sigh into my pussy. I embraced the ecstasy. I held onto it as long as I could, wanting to keep cumming and cumming forever.

But, bit by bit, the rapture escaped from me. I groaned as Xera lifted her face, my juices dripping from her lips and chin. She smiled at me, her heavy breasts swaying beneath me as she nuzzled at my stomach again.

“Ooh, now it’s your turn,” I groaned.

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Xerathalasia

“Minx!” I squealed as she rubbed the ointment on my clit.

I lay on my back now, my ears twitching as my halfling wife continued rubbing the alchemical concoction onto my aching clit. It burned and throbbed. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. She grinned at me as she knelt naked between my thighs.

“This is my favorite part,” my pregnant wife said.

Pregnant. I would be a mother this time. I knew it was true. I believed her. The elf-plant had promised me a gift as she died. This was it. Tears burned in my eyes as my clit sprouted into my elf-cock, thrusting hard from the folds of my pussy.

And aching with need.

She grabbed my dick with both hands, her tiny fingers hardly able to wrap around my full girl. She stroked my shaft as she leaned down and licked through my folds. My toes curled and my ears twitched as the pleasure raced through my body. She stroked my cock as her tongue dived through my folds. The tip throbbed every time her small hands brushed the sensitive crown.

My moans echoed. Around us, I could hear the sounds of the residents living the building as they slept or ate or talked or fucked. I breathed in the scent of the city combined with our pussy juices, mine flowery and hers lavender-scented. I loved it. My eyes fluttered as I writhed on the cold, hard cobblestones.

“Oh, my sweet Minx,” I groaned as her small tongue lapped through my pussy folds, shooting delight to the tip of my cock.

She giggled. “You’re the sweet one.”

I groaned as she thrust her tongue into my pussy folds, swirling it around, her hands stroking faster and faster. My eyes rolled back into my head. My back arched as I squirmed. Precum bubbled out of my cock, her stroking hands smearing it down my shaft until it glistened.

Her tongue licked through my folds, starting at my taint. She reached the base of my cock and lapped up it. I groaned as she dragged her tongue up my shaft, her hands moving out of the way and grasping my cock’s base as she climbed. I trembled as she went higher and higher.

And then she flicked the sensitive crown.

“Minx,” I groaned in throaty delight as the pleasure raced down my cock.

“Mmm, I love this dick.” She licked my spongy crown again, her tongue sliding over my slit. “So much.”

“Yes, you do,” I panted as her tongue probed into my slit. It was so small she could fit it in an inch, swirling it around my urethra. It was such a strange sensation, making my pussy clench.

Her left hand kept a grip on the base of my cock as she tongued the crown. Her right hand slid lower. Her small fingers stroked my wet pussy lips. I shuddered, sensations rippling through my body as she teased both my sexes.

Her fingers penetrated my pussy, three wiggling digits, while her mouth latched onto the tip of my cock. She couldn’t open her mouth wide enough to suck on my dick. But she could wrap her lips around the top of my crown and suck hard as she stroked my shaft. The pleasure shot through me, my pussy clenching on her probing fingers.

“Oh, Minx, I love you,” I moaned, not caring if anyone heard us. “Oh, you’re so wonderful.” Better than Atharilesia and my bitch-sister.

Her fingers pumped in and out of me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. I groaned, twitching on the ground as she loved me. Mirth danced in her sapphire eyes as she pleasured me. My pussy clenching on her digits.

I groaned as she added a fourth finger, stretching out my pussy. She pumped her hand faster and faster, pressing her digits in deep. My pussy swallowed them, the pleasure racing up to the tip of my throbbing cock.

Her fingers curled into a fist in me.

“Matar’s cock, yes!” I howled as she fisted me.

Her small fist pumped in and out of me. My pussy clenched down on her, the pleasure shooting through me. I groaned, my cock aching. The cum boiled in my ovaries, aching to flood her mouth. She sucked so hard, cheeks hollowing as she fisted me harder and harder.

She pumped her fist into my depths, stirring my flesh up. I spasmed and groaned. My back arched and my large tits heaved. My ears twitched violently as my orgasm swelled and swelled through me. I shuddered, stiffened.

And flooded her mouth with my girl-cum.

Blast after blast of jizz flooded out of me and into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she swallowed my cum. My pussy spasmed about her fist reaming into my depths. Rapture shuddered through me.

“Matar’s cock, I love you, Minx,” I groaned, my voice echoing through the streets. “Yes, yes, yes!”

She gulped down my cum as fast as it spurted from my cock. She drank it with such eager delight. I spasmed, my body bucking out of control. My big tits bounced as my pussy writhed about her plunging fist. The pleasure kept washing out of my cunt and crashing through my mind. I loved it.

I loved her.

She was pregnant with my child. What a miracle.

“Love you,” I groaned again.

She popped her mouth off my cock, cum staining her lips. “I love you, too.” Then she grinned. “And I love your cock so much, Xerathalasia.”

I loved hearing her use my full name.

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Minx

I writhed in anticipation as Xerathalasia mounted me, her huge, pillowy tits swaying over my head as she brought her big, thick elf-cock to the entrance of my pregnant pussy. I shivered as she rubbed that thick shaft, my hands grasping her breasts, the right drenched in her flowery pussy juices.

“Fuck me!” I moaned to my wife. “Ram that big, thick elf-cock in me, Xerathalasia.”

“Yes,” she moaned as I brought her nipples to my hungry lips.

I latched onto a fat nub, sucking so hard as her thick dick speared into my tiny pussy. I was a halfling. We could take huge cocks, our pussies stretching. I shuddered as she filled me, my wet flesh clinging to her huge cock.

This cock made a baby in me.

I shivered at that, sucking harder and harder on her nipples. I nursed so hard as she drew back and speared into me again and again. My body shuddered. Delight shivered through me as she hammered my pussy with her huge dick.

I moaned about her nipple, her cock churning heat through my body, making me ache and tremble as she rammed over and over into me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on her huge cock. My body undulated, fucking up into her as she slammed over and over into my depths.

She was so amazing. I loved her cock so much.

“Minx,” she panted. “Matar’s cock, yes! Your pussy’s so tight. So hot!”

I clenched my pussy on her thrusting dick, bucking into her thrusts as I nibbled on her fat nub.

She groaned and gasped, hammering me, her passions swelling. I loved using the ointment on her. It made her so passionate. She had to cum over and over, her dick even more sensitive than when her cock sprouted naturally.

Her breasts swayed in my hands. I gripped them so hard, my own smaller tits jiggling. She rammed that cock in me so hard. The friction burned through me. It had me trembling in delight. My thighs gripped her hips, eager for the flood of cum to spill into me.

I loved this cock in me so much.

“Minx!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re so hot. Oh, I’m going to dump so much cum in you.”

“Good,” I panted as I switched nipples. I nipped her other one before sucking hard.

She thrust so deep into my pussy.

I shivered, my clit aching as her pubic bone hammered into it. My pussy clenched over and over on her dick, the heat swelling in me. I groaned and writhed on the cobblestones loving her over me. I felt so small beneath her, so tiny as she heaved over me.

Her cock rammed into my depths. My eyes widened. I moaned so loud about her nipple as her cum flooded in hot spurts into my depths. That hot splash of jizz spurting against my cervix. I groaned as she filled my pregnant pussy with her jizz.

And she kept fucking me.

Her dick pumped in and out of my sloppy depths. I felt the cum forced out around her big, thick elf-cock. It ran down to the crack of my ass as she kept hammering me. My orgasm swelled as she groaned and grunted.

“Matar’s huge cock, yes!” she hissed. “And Henta’s prowess. Oh, yes. I’m going to cum again, Minx.”

“Do it,” I moaned. “Flood my pregnant pussy with all your cum, Xerathalasia.”

“Yes!” she gasped, pounding me so hard.

My orgasm built and built as more and more of her hot jizz spurted into my depths. I groaned, shuddering. My pussy clenched so hard on her dick as the pressure built and built in my core. I sucked so hard on her nipple, loving the almost continuous splash of jizz against my cervix.

Cum ran out of my pussy. I loved it pooling beneath my ass and dribbling through the crack of my butt. I shuddered, my thighs tightening about her dick. Her thrusts were so hard, so fast. Stars burst across my vision. My pussy spasmed about her cumming dick.

I orgasmed hard.

“Xerathalasia!” I squealed in delight as my pussy milked her cock. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I loved her so much. I was so glad Lady Delilah had recruited me to steal from Angela. I never would have discovered this joy, this love. I spasmed beneath my elf-wife, holding her tight with all my limbs.

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Warlock Faoril – Red Eye Tribe Winter Camp, Larg Federation

The snow fell heavily around me as I sat atop the hill. Steam rose around me, the snowflakes striking the bubble of hot air I maintained. Traveling through the tundra in winter wasn’t that much fun. Well, it wasn’t even technically winter yet. But up here, the snows had already fallen two feet thick, burying the grass.

I tried not to listen to Bruk’s screams of pain as Thrak…inflicted his justice upon his brother. I focused instead on the ancient map I’d procured in the Free City of Orcona at the mouth of the Tingul. We’d left the Golden Hunger there, charting a river boat to sail us up the mightiest river in the world. It was far faster traveling by boat than by horse.

And far more comfortable.

We disembarked at Tet-Morn in the Princedom of Zeutch, traveling the rest of the way on horse. Once, bounty hunters had tried to arrest me, holding one of the Doge’s wanted fliers. Thrak had…persuaded him to try his hand at other bounties.

I winced at a particularly loud scream, shifting my shoulders I really did not want to know how my husband dispensed punishment on his brother. The other orcs of his tribe were down at the base of the hill, watching impassively. Thrak had beat his brother in a challenge with ease, and they respected that.

The map was much more interesting to stare at. It purported to have been made by a scholar three hundred years ago. His ship had survived crossing the Vilianth Ocean, though it almost sank. He’d sketched out an archipelago called the Ryuko Islands.

It probably was a fake. But what if it wasn’t? There were places across the ocean, the legendary Okuwa Shogunate, the Oppain Empire, and the Great Steppes. I traced my finger across the islands, noting the name of cities. Such strange names: Shugora. Kosaki, Ankyo, Fujitara.

The screams ended. Footsteps crunched up the hill. A shadow fell across me. The skies were clear and blue, no clouds to block the sun. They looked like summer skies until you noticed the snow piled in mighty drifts everywhere you looked. Thrak stood above me, the blood steaming off his bare chest as he eclipsed the sun.

“Ready?” I asked. I understood why my husband had to not only kill Bruk, but hurt him, torture him. I didn’t approve. It was so messy, but Thrak needed to inflict an equal amount of pain on the murderer of his wife.

He grunted, nodding his head. “I’m done here.”

I held out my hand, not flinching at the sticky blood coating his. He helped me to my feet. I carefully folded the map. I felt the eyes of the orcs watching us. Thrak didn’t look back as we trudged down the hill.

He had nothing left at his home. And neither did I at mine. The Doge wasn’t the only place that sent out wanted posters. The Magery Council had official declared me a Warlock. It was death to set foot in Thosi, and any mage I encountered would try to arrest or kill me.

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Thrak – The Free City of Orcona

The Golden Hunger sat at the dock, though she had another name painted on her bow to hide her pirating nature. I had no doubts she’d be waiting for our return from my lands. We crossed the bridge over the canal, Orcona was a city built on The Tingul’s estuary, half the city built under the water in canals and lagoons. The nixies lived in there. They rode giant seahorses down their watery streets.

Thyrna appeared on the stern deck and leaned on the railing. She twitched like a curious cat. If she had a tail, it would be wagging back and forth. But rakshasas didn’t have tails. A hungry smile grew on her dark-brown face, her hips wiggling in her tight, leather pants.

“Master,” she purred as Faoril went ahead of me up the gangplank. She still wore her red robes.

“Pussycat,” I grinned at my slave. “We’re putting to sea.”

“Wonderful. It’s been soooo boring waiting for you. There’s only so many times I can lash my crew before it becomes tedious.”

The gangplank creaked beneath me as I strode up it onto the deck.

“So, where are we pirating?” she asked, staring down at the sea.

“No pirating,” Faoril said. “Exploring. We’re sailing across the Vilianth Ocean.” Behind us, the porters we hired to the carry supplies we bought for the voyage gasped in shock.

“Really?” Thyrna asked. “And brave the monster-infested waters?”

“Do you doubt my wife’s abilities?” I asked, my voice stern.

“Not one bit.” She glanced to her right at a Thlinian pirate. “Castor, I want the hold stocked with supplies. We sail tomorrow.”

“Cap’n,” he nodded, his red back marked by scarlet lashes. I dominated Thyrna, and she dominated the rest of her crew.

My pussycat climbed down to the mid deck, her hips swaying. She had such a naughty smile on her lips as she knelt before me. Her hands stroked my kilt, sliding to brush my cock through it. I hardened at her touch.

“Do you need my…services?”

“Oh, we are going to play,” grinned Faoril. “Move that pretty ass. I want you naked in your cabin now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thyrna purred. She hated women, so it was exciting witnessing her submit to my wife.

Thyrna rose with smooth grace and opened the door leading to the cabins. She walked before us, ass swaying in those tight, leather pants. She reached our cabin, the largest on the ship, and opened it. Our bed rested in the center, the walls covered in whips, flails, manacles, and all manner of other fun devices.

She peeled off her blouse with a smooth motion, exposing her round, brown breasts. Her right nipple pierced by a golden ring. It made her immune to Faoril’s magic, an artifact from Thyrna’s home in the savage Queendom of Naith. She removed it so Faoril’s spells could affect her. The pirate’s hips wiggled as she peeled off her leather pants, exposing her gorgeous ass. She bent over, wiggling her hips, her pussy flashing between her thighs, her lips freshly shaved and gleaming with her spicy excitement.

Naked, she knelt while Faoril shrugged out of her red robe. She hung it on a hook, her body exposed, her nipples pierced by a pair of gold rings. A new piercing adorned her clit, the gold ring nestled among the curls of her soft-brown pubic hair.

“Choose a flail,” Faoril ordered, her fingers tugging on her clit piercing. She loved playing with it now that it had healed. It was such torture for her on the voyage down the Tingul. We didn’t have Sophia to use her magic.

“Yes, Mistress,” Thyrna moaned, rising.

My dick was hard. I removed my kilt, stroking my dick as I watched. Thyrna grabbed a flail made of black leather and studded with small rivets of steel. It would hurt a lot. She turned and handed it over to Faoril.

Wind swirled through the cabin. Thyrna gasped as air seized her wrists and ankles, yanking her into the air and holding her spread eagle. Her body trembled as she dangled, pussy juices dribbling down her body.

Faoril smacked the flail into her hand, a loud thud. “Oh, this is perfect, Pussycat.”

Thyrna purred in delight.

I groaned as Faoril flogged Thyrna’s tits. Those round breasts jiggled as her brown skin flushed red. The flail thudded over and over, slapping the tits. The rakshasa shuddered each time, moaning and squirming as Faoril’s magic held her in the air.

My wife’s free hand kept tugging on her clit piercing, her cream dribbling down her thigh. She shuddered, her breasts jiggling as she smacked the flail down over and over. The thudding impacts echoed through the cabin.

“That’s it,” I growled. “She’s been a bad pussycat.”

“So bad,” Thyrna moaned, her back arching, thrusting her tits out for Faoril to flog.

Pleasure crossed her face, warring with the pain. Faoril flicked the flail, cracking against Thyrna’s sides now, the leather straps wrapping about her body to smack her back. The thuds grew louder and louder. The metal rivets left puckered marks on her body, dimpling the red stripes.

My balls ached. Part of me wanted to stroke my cock faster, to erupt as I watched the hot sight of my wife flogging our pussycat slave. But I had control. I kept it a slow stroke, savoring the delight in Faoril’s face as the flail kissed Thyrna’s body over and over.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Thyrna moaned, her voice throaty with pain and pleasure. “I’m so bad. Keep flogging me, Mistress.”

“Mmm, yes,” Faoril groaned, tugging hard on her clit piercing. Her body shuddered. She could cum just playing with it.

Then Thyrna turned in the air, the flail still cracking across her skin. Faoril flogged the rakshasa’s back now, the lashes striking Thyrna’s shoulders and caressing down to her ass. She squirmed in her invisible bonds, loving the kiss of the flogger.

Her moans grew throatier as Faoril whirled the flail in an X pattern, smacking Thyrna’s body over and over, the lashes a black blur. The thuds came so fast, striking the shoulders and round ass. Thyrna shuddered more and more, moaning louder and louder.

“Do it,” I growled to Faoril, my dick aching, my balls boiling. I stroked my thick cock faster now, brushing the bone ring piercing the tip.

Faoril let out a moan as she changed the way she twirled the flail. She swung it upward this time. The ends hissed as they flashed between Thyrna’s things. The wet smack of leather striking dripping pussy echoed through the cabin.

“Mistress!” screamed Thyrna, her entire body bucking.

“You naughty pussycat,” moaned Faoril as she swung the flail upward again and again, striking wet cunt.

My dick throbbed as I watched Thyrna tremble. The flail kissed her pussy over and over. She bucked and gasped. Juices gushed down her thighs, making the smacks even louder, as she came hard. She screamed out her pleasure, yowling like a cat as she trembled and moaned through her orgasm, her entire body heaving.

I grunted, my muscles clenching. And then my cum erupted. White blasts splashed on Thyrna’s red ass, dribbling across her puckered welts. Pleasure surged through me with every blast of cum. I groaned, shuddering, the delight shooting through me.

“That it! Cum on her naughty ass,” Faoril moaned, tugging on her clit piercing. She shuddered. “Yes!”

My wife joined me in trembling passion. The flail fell from her fingers as she shuddered. Juices flooded down her thighs, adding her spicy musk to the air, mixing with the hot scent of Thyrna’s cream. I groaned, squeezing out the last blast of my cum to paint her ass.

“Oh, yes, I was so naughty,” moaned Thyrna as Faoril lowered her to the deck. The rakshasa staggered, but her natural grace kept her upright. She shuddered, running her hands through her hair, my cum dripping down her back.

“Now, in my pouch is a new toy,” Faoril purred. “I bought it just to play with you. It’s been enchanted. Something I came up with. Xera and Angela inspired me.”

Thyrna moved with an eager grace, opening up the pouch hanging from Faoril’s robes. She produced a thick, black dildo made of polished stone attached to a leather harness. Thyrna shuddered, licking the tip with her pink tongue, her entire body shuddering.

“Put it on my wife,” I growled, my dick still hard. “Then we’re going to fuck you hard.”

“Yes, Master,” Thyrna moaned in pure delight as she hurried to Faoril.

Thyrna’s breasts bounced as she knelt before my wife, holding the harness out before her. Faoril stepped her sleek, ivory thighs into the harness. The ship rocked, and she swayed and kept her balance. It was natural to lean with the moving ship now. Thyrna dragged the harness up my wife’s thighs and over her hips. She tugged on the leather straps, buckling it tight to my wife’s waist.

“Oh, that feels wonderful against my clit,” groaned Faoril. Then she stroked down the length. Arcane lettering burst to life with green light, the markings impossible to see until she activated her enchantment on it.

“What does it do, Mistress?” Thyrna asked.

“It lets me feel through the dildo,” she groaned.

Thyrna leaned forward, licking the stone tip. My wife groaned, feeling the tongue lapping at the stone dildo like it were her own flesh. She shivered, her brown eyes smoldering as she grinned at me. She was eager to fuck our slave.

I seized Thyrna and pushed her down onto the bed. She didn’t resist as she stretched out on her side, purring in eager anticipation. I stretched out behind her, my hands grabbing her welted asscheeks, squeezing them.

She let out a whimper of pleased pain.

“Oh, yes, we’re going to fuck you so hard, pussycat,” Faoril purred, her gold piercings glinting at the summits of her quivering breasts as she moved to the bed. She stretched out on Thyrna’s other side. “I know you want it.”

“I do,” Thyrna moaned as I parted her butt-cheeks, my cock nudging between them.

I shuddered as my dick became wet, lubed by Faoril’s magic. I groaned, pressing the tip of my dick into the rakshasa’s asshole as Faoril pressed her body against Thyrna’s front. The two women kissed, Faoril’s pale skin pressed against the rich brown of our pussycat. My arms engulfed them both, my left shoved beneath their bodies, my right draped over their writhing forms. Faoril already pumped her hips, fucking her dildo into Thyrna’s depths, moaning into their kiss.

I grunted as I buried into the tight depths of Thyrna’s asshole. The rakshasa purred louder as her velvety bowels embraced my dick. She clenched on my shaft as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her body writhed between us as I drew back and hammered into her bowels’ depths.

“That’s it, pussycat,” I growled, my hips pumping away, pleasure racing up my cock. “Please me and my wife. Make us cum so hard.”

Thyrna broke the kiss with Faoril. “Yes, Master,” she yowled, her body shuddering, her supple back pressing into my scarred chest. “I’ll make you both cum so hard.”

“Yes!” Faoril moaned, her silver nose ring flashing as her face scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh, Thrak, this is intense. I can feel her pussy wrapped about the dildo. Is this what you feel when you’re in me?”

“Hot, tight silk massaging my dick?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her ass writhing beneath my hands as she fucked our pussycat.

We slammed into her together, reaming our slave’s holes. Thyrna’s ass was so tight on my cock, squeezing it as she shuddered between us. Her yowls and whimpers echoed through the hold. I could feel Faoril’s dildo plunging hard into our pussycat’s cunt, massaging my cock in her tight bowels.

I squeezed my wife’s ass, smiling at her over Thyrna’s shoulders. She smiled back, her brown eyes smoldering. It was like I made love to Faoril through our pussycat. That she was just a conduit, nothing more than a toy.

Faoril’s hand reached across Thyrna, rubbing at my muscular side, fingernails scratching. “Pound her,” she hissed. “Fuck her so hard. Make her explode, and then flood her naughty ass.”

“Yes,” I growled, so happy to share this with my wife. She was such a remarkable woman. Different from Serisia, but just as amazing.

For a moment, I thought I felt eyes watching me from beyond, Serisia sharing in our joy from the Astral Realm.

My hand squeezed Faoril’s ass, her muscles bunching as she rammed her dildo over and over into our pussycat’s cunt. Thyrna’s ass tightened on my dick as she shuddered. She bucked and squirmed between us, yowling louder and louder.

“Use me!” she hissed. “Use my body.”

“Such a good pussycat,” moaned Faoril, joy flashing in her eyes. “We are going to use you. I want to feel that pussy cumming on my dildo. Massage it, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Thyrna’s ass clenched so hard on my thrusting cock. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered as I slammed into her bowels. Her asshole burned around my cock. I shuddered, burying into her flesh.

She came.

Her asshole writhed on my plunging dick. Faoril gasped, feeling the delight of Thyrna’s convulsing pussy around her enchanted dildo. My wife’s squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in pleasure. Her hand clenched on my side as she rammed her dildo into Thyrna.

And came, too.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Faoril. “Oh, Thrak, my spell worked. This is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I growled, burying my cock into Thyrna’s cumming ass. The satin delight burned around my cock. It left me trembling as I growled. I fucked her so hard. I pounded her. Her bowels rippled around me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled, my head snapping back.

“Cum in her!” squealed my wife.

I squeezed her ass as I buried into Thyrna’s writhing bowels. My balls smacked into her taint, laden with cum. I growled. My body tensed. And then my jizz spurted into my pussycat’s asshole. Her tight bowels milked my dick, drinking all the cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she yowled, trembling between us. “Oh, Master, yes! Yes! You’re using me!”

“Take his cum, slut,” hissed Faoril, her body trembling through her orgasm. “You’re just our toy. We’re going to use you on the voyage. We’re going to fuck you, spank you, abuse you. And you’ll love it.”

“I will, Mistress,” Thyrna purred, nuzzling against Faoril’s face. “Such an adventure. We’ll be corsairs plundering distant shores.”

“Explores,” Faoril hissed.

“Scholars,” I groaned, panting, holding both my slave and my wife. I missed Serisia and was happy I had Faoril.

I would have been lost without her.

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Aurora Xandra – Dragon’s Rest

Our inn was coming along wonderfully. My elementals worked so diligently over the winter to build it, Chaun sang songs, keeping me focused on the work. It was his design. A warm and welcoming tavern, like all the ones he’d played at in the years after he fled Zeutch.

It faced the growing temple. Dozens of workers hauled the stones under the pregnant Sophia’s watchful gaze. Dragon’s Rest grew larger and larger every day. Already other homes were erected, the workers and traders, lured in by the dragon’s gold to help us build our community, needed places to live. Angela already had her training grounds marked out, eager to teach her own knights, the Knights Dragoon, to defend against the Shizhuth Empire over the mountains.

A giddy thrill shot through me. I was so horny. I rubbed my smooth belly as I darted through the common room. A few blonde and busty Zeutchian girls swept and cleaned the tables, our employees moving with grace, wearing dresses with scandalous blouses, showing off all their impressive attributes.

“Ma’am,” they curtsied to me.

I smiled at them. “Is my husband in our rooms?”

“I believe so,” Heidi said, her golden hair in pigtails, her cheeks rosy.

The barmaids were quite popular with the laborers. It made me blush the first time the girls paid me the inn’s cut of their whoring. Prostitution was such a foreign concept to me. There was a part of me that even wanted to join them.

But only if Chaun was my customer.

I moved to the back of the inn, past the kitchens where our cook, a grouchy Thlinian with one eye, worked, and into our private quarters. Chaun and I had a small sitting room, our bedroom, and a nursery that was still unused.

I threw open the door into our bedroom and found Chaun idly strumming on his new lyre, a gift Sophia had purchased for him. I glanced at our fire, nodding my head at the white egg, speckled with blue dots, in the nest of soft cloth by it. I approached our egg, turning it to keep our son well-warmed.

I knew it was a boy because Chaun could only have sons. Our child would start out looking like an avian, but come puberty, he would awaken to his true heritage as a changeling. A changeling who would know his father.

Chaun couldn’t wait to raise his son.

“There’s my pretty wife,” Chaun said, strumming a final note. “And what has you in such a rush?”

“There’s a new laborer working at the temple,” I said. “And, well, I am such a naughty wife.”

My pussy clenched, my hips wiggling. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“Indeed,” Chaun grinned. He set his lyre against the wall and stood from the bed before striding across the room. His naked body rippled, the firelight glinting off his obsidian skin. His cock hardened before him.

I hoped this laborer had a cock as big as his hands.

Chaun parted our curtains, peering out at the temple across the street. Our quarters were to the side of the inn, letting us see the main road and watch the people passing to and fro. Chaun planned it so I could point out any men who made me horny.

He was such a loving husband.

“There he is,” I squealed, pointing at the man lifting a large stone. He was shirtless despite the drizzling rain, his pale, muscular body glistening. He had a long, shaggy mane of dusky-blond hair, his shoulders almost as thick as Thrak.

Chaun laughed. “You like them big, don’t you, Aurora?”

I grasped my husband’s large cock. “Mmm, I do.”

“I’ve seen him in the mind of the new seamstress that set up shop.”

“His wife?” I asked, my thighs rubbing on my clit. “Is she beautiful?”

Chaun just grinned at me. Then he opened a chest and pulled out a pair of leather pants far too big for him to wear. He strode naked from the room. I shivered, pulling off my long-sleeved blouses—I discovered just how cold winter truly was; the seasons never touched the Island of Birds—baring my small, firm breasts. Then I wiggled out of my wool skirt, my pussy so wet.

A loud knock pounded on my door.

I shivered, racing to it. I opened it a crack and flushed at the big, burly Zeutchian, his chest wet from the rain. There was a thick carpet of soft, blonde down covering his muscular chest. His wet hair fell about his chiseled face. He towered two heads over me, his blue eyes so piercing.

“Yes?” I asked cautiously.

“I hear for a gold dupondius, you’ll give me quite the tumble.”

I shivered. “I am a married woman,” I hissed. “Who told you?”

“Gustav,” he answered. “He told me you make a little extra selling that sweet peach between your thighs.”

My pussy clenched. I felt so dirty as I moaned, “Hurry inside. People can’t find out. No one can know, least of all my husband.”

He gave me such a bold and hungry grin as he pushed the door open. I stepped back, his eyes falling on my naked body. I shivered, a wanton lust rippling through me. I was such a bad wife for being so wet for this man.

“I can see why Gustav recommended you,” he groaned, his eyes stopping at my pussy, shaved save for a blue line of public hair leading down to my tight lips. “What a tight, sweet peach.”

I shuddered as his rough, calloused hands, so different from my husband’s, rubbed at my pussy.

“The gold,” I hissed. “Then you get my peach.”

His finger thrust into my cunt, feeling how wet and juicy I was. I shuddered, trembling as he pumped his finger in and out of my depths. His thumb brushed my clit, making me sing in pure delight. His leather pants creaked as he shifted.

“Definitely ripe,” he laughed. The Zeutchian produced the gold coin from his leather pocket. It flashed.

I snatched it up in my eager hand, holding onto it tight. I felt so wonderfully dirty as I sold my married body to his lusts. His arms swept around me. I groaned as he pulled me close, my nipples rubbing against his muscular body. His head leaned down, claiming my lips. I swooned as he kissed me hard. His tongue thrust into my mouth, stirring around.

My heart hammered in my chest as I fenced with his tongue. His dick felt so hard in his wet, leather pants. I hugged him tight, my right hand clenched tight around the coin. I wiggled against him, savoring his hard girth.

He broke the kiss, panting. “Damn, you are one wicked wife.”

“So wicked,” I moaned, falling to my knees, feeling his girth.

He felt hung.

A wicked rush shot through me as I deftly unlaced his leather pants. I shoved them down his hips, exposing his cock thrusting from a mighty forest of blond curls. He was so thick and long, bigger than my husband.

He even rivaled Thrak.

I missed the orc and Faoril.

The brief pang of parting vanished as I stroked his cock with my left hand. I opened my mouth wide, salivating for this dick. I licked and swirled around the tip, making him groan. He seized my sky-blue hair, holding me tight as I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock. I could barely open my jaw wide enough to take him.

Drool dribbled down my chin as I pleasured him. I hummed a naughty song as I sucked. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue danced around his spongy cock. He made such wonderful, manly grunts and groans.

“Gods, what a mouth, whore,” he panted. “Your husband has no idea, does he? That you’re a hot-mouthed slut.”

“No idea,” I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick for just a moment. I sucked again.

He groaned, hand tightening in my hair.

I bobbed faster, stroking his dick with my free hand. More drool leaked down my chin. I was such a bad wife. So naughty to cheat on my husband, to sell my body like a filthy whore. I was a prostitute. Dizzy waves of delight rushed out of my dripping pussy.

I pressed my thighs so tight together, taking the ache off my clit. I shivered, my right hand clenched so tight about the coin. The edges bit into my palm as I loved this dick in my mouth. I bobbed faster, trembling with my excitement.

“Gods damn, you want my cum badly,” he growled. “Pater’s mighty cock, enough.”

“Enough?” I purred, popping my lips off his dick. “Don’t you want to spill your cum in me?”

“I paid to enjoy that sweet peach, not your hungry mouth,” he growled. “I want to violate your married cunt.”

“To cuckold my husband?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.

“Yes,” he growled.

My pussy clenched so hard.

He seized me, lifting my light body with ease, and draped me across my marital bed. He spread my thighs apart, exposing my married peach. I shivered, my pussy clenching as his hands stroked up my thighs to my wet cunt.

And then, with a hungry growl, he buried his face into my snatch. I groaned, his whiskered cheeks rubbing on my hot flesh. His tongue plundered my married depths. I spasmed, right hand clenched on the coin as the pleasure surged through me.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my married cunt,” I moaned. “Eat the peach you paid for.”

“What delicious treat,” he growled between licks, his blue eyes staring up at me. “Such a sweet whore-cunt.”

“Luben’s sacred oath!” I gasped as he sucked on my clit.

His thick fingers penetrated my pussy while he nibbled on my nub. He plundered in and out of my pussy, his tongue caressing my clit. Pleasure rippled through me as I chirped and sang out my delight, humping against the bed.

I squeezed my small breasts, rubbing the gold coin into my right tit, sliding it up over my nipple. I pressed it down, massaging the metal into the nub. Delight raced through my pussy, my quivering flesh bursting with passion.

He tongued me so hard.

“Slata’s juicy cunt, you are divine,” growled the Zeutchian hunk, his blue eyes staring up my body, his sandy-blond hair spilling about his broad shoulders.

“Keep feasting,” I moaned. “You paid for this peach.”

He grinned at me, his thumbs stroking up and down my pussy lips. “I did.”

He spread me open. I shuddered as he leaned down and buried himself back into my pussy, tonguing me so hard. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back into my head as I writhed against him.

This was so naughty. I pressed the gold coin harder into my breast, the edges biting into my soft flesh. My back arched. Naughty chirps exploded from my lips as I shuddered. My ass clenched, the pleasure burning hotter and hotter through me.

“Luben’s sacred oaths, yes!” I moaned as I came. “I’m such a bad wife!”

My orgasm was hard, fast. It rushed through me. Bubbling delight washed over my thoughts. I trembled as he kept licking and tonguing and driving me wild. He devoured me. He kept me heaving and bucking.

I chirped and sang. A wordless trill of bliss issued from my throat, the melody so complex as the rapture shot through me. And then he was on me. That muscular body looming over me. I shuddered at how strong he was and…

His cock… Oh, his cock nudged at my spasming pussy.

And then he was in me, violating my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down to me. His muscular chest crushed my breasts as he plowed his thick dick into my married depths. He churned my convulsing sheath, rapture rushing through me.

“Gods, what a peach,” he groaned, driving so hard into me.

“Worth the price?” I chirped.

“Yes!”

I came again, spasming on that cock driving into me. I humped against him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My thighs locked about his waist. I shuddered beneath him. My pussy convulsed on his dick as he churned me up. It was wonderful. Amazing.

Wave after wave of bliss shot through me. I groaned, rubbing the gold coin into his back with one hand the other clawing at his rippling muscles. He was so big. So strong and brawny. The opposite of my husband’s slim, almost effeminate form.

“Keep fucking me,” I howled. “Keep fucking me until you cum! Flood me!”

“Yes,” he grunted, driving harder, my marriage bed creaking, the headboard thumping.

My pussy spasmed so hard on his dick as he rammed into me. The orgasms crashed one after the other as I exhilarated in my naughty behavior. His cock stretched me so wide apart. My toes curled in bliss.

And then, with a mighty grunt, he buried into me. I shuddered as his cum fired into my depths. Hot splashes of jizz flooded me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he pumped load after load into my married cunt.

“Gods, yes!” he grunted, sounding almost animalistic as he rammed his cock one last time into me. So hard the lips of my pussy throbbed.

A wonderful throb.

“What a whorish wife,” he growled. “Pater’s cock!”

“Such a whorish wife,” I sang, my orgasm peaking in me.

And then his body changed, shifted beneath my hands, the cock shrinking in my pussy. Not much. His body grew slimmer, his fair skin darkening to the deepest black. I squeezed my husband lithe, muscular form. He went from ruggedly handsome to breathtakingly gorgeous.

Sometimes I thought he was prettier than me.

“Thank you,” I breathed, smiling at my husband.

“I always love fucking a married woman and cuckolding her husband,” he grinned.

His lips caught mine in a kiss, seasoned with my sweet pussy juices. I shuddered, glad I forgave him for what happened with my mother. He had changed so much since we first met. We both had. We had discovered so much about ourselves. About love.

I was glad Lady Delilah interfered.

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

Warlock Faoril – Shilter Strait

There was a…difference. I could see it in the roll of the waves as we neared the end of the Shilter Strait and stared out at the unexplored Vilianth Ocean. The domain of powerful sea serpents, schools of deadly sirens, krakens, and monsters unknown to any scholars. Strange lands were purported to lay beyond, if the map I found could be trusted.

It would be an adventure. Thrak and I would learn so much. We had crates of journals in the holds for us to fill out about our discoveries. A shiver of excitement ran through me as I stared at those deep-blue, verging on black, waves rolling out there.

“See that, boys,” Thyrna called down from the stern deck, wearing her leather pants and ruffled blouse, looking like a pirate queen, her hip cocked to the side. “That’s real adventure. That’s waters no one else has the balls to sail but us. But by Vedr’s queef, we’re going to do it. We’re going to find treasure on the other side beyond our wildest dreams.”

I grinned at her excitement.

Thrak came up behind me, wearing only his kilt, his hair ruffling in the spring wind. It was warm here. We were far south. The stars were different in the sky. There were new constellations to be named and even a strange, milky cloud we could just see, like an island of stars that drifted across the sphere of the heavens.

I shivered in giddy anticipation.

“You ready?” Thrak asked, folding his arms across his scarred chest.

“Not quite,” I said, licking my lips, my hips shaking beneath my red robes. “I need one thing.”

He arched a bone pierced eyebrow.

“Cum,” I grinned.

His laugh boomed across the deck as I fell to my knees before him, my hands going to the ties holding his kilt on. It fell off his body, his thick cock, pierced by the bone ring, hardened beneath my skilled touch.

“Do I need to organize a gangbang?” he asked, staring down at me.

“Maybe,” I said. “But we’ll just start with your cum for now.”

I felt the pirates’ eyes on me and shivered as I licked my lips. I hungered for cum. I may be a Warlock, but I was still a female mage—still a slut for cum.

I loved the creamy texture. It was wonderful no matter the source. I had sampled so many different varieties. And I couldn’t wait for the monsters and beings that lived in the fabled lands across the sea. New cum to explore.

Thrak groaned as I licked the crown of his cock and flicked his bone ring. He shifted as my tongue swirled around the throbbing nub, his precum salty and delicious. The ship rolled as it plowed into the swells of the ocean, plunging into the unknown.

My tongue dove through the slit of Thrak’s cock, making him groan again.

And then I swallowed it. My mouth opened wide, my lips sealed tight. His bone ring rubbed on the roof of my mouth as I bobbed my head. He groaned again, his large, swarthy hands grabbing the sides of my head.

I relaxed as he growled, his hips thrusting, fucking his cock into my mouth, using me. I shuddered, my pussy so hot. My right hand slipped into my robe and found my clit ring. I pulled on it, groaning around his dick as pleasure throbbed from my nub.

That metal ring stimulated my clit every time it touched it. It was so amazing. My pussy clenched, juices flooding out. My tongue danced about his cock plunging over and over into my mouth as I tugged harder on the piercing.

“Yes,” Thrak grunted. “Gewin’s mighty cock, suck it. Suck the cum out of my balls. Such a cum-hungry slut I married.”

I moaned my answer, my left hand gripping his thick thigh for support. I pulled harder on the clit ring, pleasure shooting through me. I twisted it, convulsions racing through my body. My toes curled in my shoes.

Thrak fucked me harder. His cock reached for the back of my throat. He grunted, his scarred chest rippling. His hips drew back until only the crown remained in my mouth. He thrust hard. His cock hit the back of my throat and kept going.

He slammed down my gullet.

My throat burned wonderfully as I sucked air through my nose. Dizzy darkness washed across my vision. I kept tugging and playing with my piercing as my nose pressed into his wiry pubic hair. I smelled his wonderful musk: a mix of sweat and leather and iron. My orc’s wonderful scent.

He drew back his cock and fucked it back down my throat. His balls smacked into my chin, so full of his cum. I moaned so loudly, my orgasm building in the depths of my cunt. It was so hard to breathe, and that made the pleasure in my snatch even more intense.

“Yes,” he snarled. “You’re going to get so much cum!”

I shivered, sucking so hard as he slammed his cock down my throat again and again. The bone ring rubbed on my flesh. I shivered. He was so strong. His fingers tightened in my hair. He snarled out his passion.

His cum flooded into my mouth.

He pulled back his cock, letting it splash along my tongue so I could enjoy the salty flavor. I savored the thick cream, gulping it down as my pussy shuddered. My back arched. My clit exploded as I pulled hard on the piercing.

My orgasm rushed through me.

I swallowed his cum as rapture burned through my body. Dizzy waves washed through me. My vision fuzzed. I savored his cum and the bliss shooting through me. Power reservoirs swelled, energy I could tap to power my magic and protect the ship on our perilous crossing.

Nothing would stop us from reaching the other side, from the discoveries we would make. Nothing.

I stared up at my husband as my orgasm peaked, his red eyes staring down at me, glossy with his pleasure, burning with his love.

Failing the test wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me. Not even close.

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Chaun – Dragon’s Rest

“Husband,” the blonde, Zeutchian woman said. She shifted her hips. “This is a surprise.” She glanced at my wife standing beside me. I wore the laborers form again.

It was a virile body.

“Wife,” I answered, staring at the lovely and buxom Ingrid. “Aurora is one saucy wench.” I smacked my wife’s ass, pushing her into the laborer’s house, Ingrid blinking in surprise.

“Saucy?” Ingrid frowned as I shut the door behind her. Then I caught the wife, my cock so hard to cuckold the laborer. Hans may not have fucked my wife for real, but there was a part of me that was eager to fuck his wife to get him back anyways.

“Passionate,” Aurora chirped, her hips swaying. She hummed a lusty song, hitting all the notes just right to lull a woman into passion.

Ingrid’s eyes dilated. Her nipples pressed at the front of her dress. Her white aura shone around her, the form I wore dancing in her thoughts. My cock ached to be in her. To fuck her so hard. Her hips began to sway, matching Aurora’s.

My wife caught Ingrid, pressing her slim form against the busty Zeutchian lass. They danced together, my wife humming louder and louder. I stripped off the rough laborers clothing I wore as Aurora kissed Ingrid.

Ingrid didn’t resist. She sighed into the kiss, the lusty song washing around her. My wife’s hands already worked at the bodice of the Zeutchian beauty’s dress. Ingrid’s blue eyes closed as her tongue played with Aurora’s.

The dress slipped off her body, exposing large, pillowy breasts. My dick ached as I stared at those lush pairs cupped in my wife’s soft hands. Ingrid shoved down Aurora’s skirt. It fell off her slim ass, her hips still swaying as she worked the woman to the bed.

I stroked my cock, watching them. Ingrid had a thick, golden bush that brushed my wife’s crotch as they danced. Then they reached the bed, falling on it, disturbing the quilted blanket. Ingrid was on top of my wife, her ass clenching as she ground against Aurora.

“What a sight,” I groaned, bending down and grabbing her ass. They were at the bed’s edge. I knelt on the rush-strewn floor, staring at two pussies grinding together, my wife’s shaved bare, Ingrid’s half-hidden by her burnished straw.

I leaned in, licking from sweet to tangy pussy. The two flavors merged on my tongue as both women shuddered. Aurora still hummed her lusty song. She couldn’t create her own bardic tunes, but she could recreate any she heard me sing, emphasizing the notes just right like she’d spent a decade at the College of Az studying musical theory.

Ingrid broke the kiss as I flicked my tongue at both their clits as they ground together. She let out a lusty, moaning gasp of: “Hans, this is so wild. Oh, Slata’s motherly tits, yes!”

“Your tits are motherly,” Aurora giggled, abandoning her song. It wasn’t needed. Truthfully, it never was. Women could never resist a changeling in their husband’s appearance.

“Oh, just suck on my nipple, you naughty avian.”

I heard my wife’s noisy suckles as I lapped through the women’s pussies. Aurora’s sweet and Ingrid’s tart musks mixed on my tongue as I feasted on them. My nose brushed Ingrid’s wet curls, my dick aching so much to bury into her.

I couldn’t wait. We didn’t have long. The real Hans could return at any time.

I rose and slammed my cock into Ingrid’s pussy. Her back arched, supple and naked, as she moaned, “Husband, yes!”

I shuddered at the deception. My balls ached with a fresh load of cum for her pussy. I pumped in and out, my balls smacking into my wife’s pussy as she suckled. Ingrid squirmed harder, her ass rippling from my strokes.

Then she moaned in disappointment as I yanked my cock out of her pussy and rammed it into my wife’s snug cunt. Aurora hummed her pleasure around Ingrid’s nipple as I pumped away, my crotch smacking into Ingrid’s wet cunt.

“Oh, you naughty man,” Ingrid groaned, looking over her shoulder. “Plowing another woman while my pussy needs your cock.”

“Oh, do you?” I grinned, ripping my cock out and slamming into Ingrid’s marry cunt. “My wife’s just so wanton she needs my big, thick dick in her.”

“So big!” she groaned. “Pater’s cock, but that is a dick the gods must envy.”

“Uh-huh,” Aurora gasped.

“You like it, too.”

“I do,” Aurora groaned.

My dick throbbed in Ingrid’s hot pussy. But my wife needed my attention, too. I ripped my cock out and rammed it into her cunt, the married woman’s juices coating my dick. My wife moaned, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick as I rammed it a few strokes in her.

Then I rammed back into Ingrid’s sweet treasure.

I went back and forth between the two women, savoring the differences between their pussies. Both were wet and silky, but they gripped me in different ways, were tighter in different spots. They both moaned, kissing and grinding on each other as I pumped a few times in each before switching.

“Gods, this is amazing,” I groaned, my hands sliding up and down Ingrid’s side.

“Luben’s sacred oaths, it is,” moaned my wife.

“Uh-huh, keep fucking my pussy and… Hans! I was so close to cumming!”

I rammed into Aurora’s pussy. “You’ll get there. I’ll make you both explode.”

“Yes!” both married women moaned.

I shuddered, sliding back and forth faster and faster. My balls boiled, slapping into their wet flesh. Their mixed musks scented the air with heady delight. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster. Their tunnels were both so amazing.

“Gods, yes!” sang Aurora as her pussy spasmed about my cock. “Oh, Hans, yes! That’s so good! Churn my married cunt.”

“Naughty slut!” Ingrid groaned. “Cumming on my husband’s cock before me.”

I ripped my cock from the heaven of Aurora’s pussy and slammed it into Ingrid’s. She shivered, her pussy writhing about my dick as she joined my wife in orgasmic bliss. I grit my teeth, burying into her, and flooded the married woman’s pussy.

Such a rush shot through me as I cuckolded Hans. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into his wife’s cunt. I shuddered, hoping I bred her. My race could only breed with married women. I grunted, my voice so deep and booming.

“Gods, yes,” Ingrid moaned. “Oh, that was good.”

“Yes,” I grunted, stroking her back as the pleasure buzzed through me.

I wanted to stay, but that wouldn’t do. I couldn’t. If the real Hans came back, things would be awkward. I shuddered, drawing my cock out of her pussy. My cum dribbled out afterward, coating her golden curls.

“Wife, always a delight,” I grunted.

“But you have to go and work,” she pouted at me, still grinding on Aurora. “But I can still play with Aurora.”

“I would love to,” Aurora groaned. “But I have to get back to managing the inn before my husband comes back.”

“Isn’t he right there?” Ingrid asked, rolling off my wife. “That is you, right, Chaun?”

I froze.

My wife’s sapphire eyes widened.

“Mmm, that was fun. I won’t tell my husband. I don’t mind you spilling seed in me. I’ve already quickened my womb.” She stretched her back. “It was hot pretending you were him.”

Aurora giggled again.

I was out of sorts on the walk back to our inn. That had never happened before. Women didn’t know I was taking on their husbands’ appearances unless they already were my lovers. But I had never lived so openly like this. And I never had a wife.

Bringing Aurora along must have given me away.

But it was still hot, even if I didn’t breed Ingrid. And there would be other married women, new immigrants, guests passing through, adventurers seeking glory. I shivered as I walked into the inn. I blinked at the sight of four figures seated at a table, three women and a…

I knew them. Kevin, two priestesses, and a female knight.

Aurora squeaked beside me. “Go get Angela,” I hissed, my heart racing. What was Kevin doing here?

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Acolyte Sophia

I held my pregnant belly. Six months along made me quite round. I glared at Kevin and the two Slata whores with him. One of them was pregnant, too, holding her stomach the same way I did, a big smile on her face.

I glared especially hard at her.

“Angela,” Kevin smiled as he rose from the table. He wore traveling clothes, a sword belted at his side.

“Kevin,” my Knight said, folding her arms beneath her breastplate.

“We are not here to cause problems,” Kevin said, his hand resting on the female knight’s shoulder.

“Then why are you?” Angela asked, still wary. The last time we saw Kevin, Angela broke his heart, choosing me over him.

Me!

“People are talking about this place,” Kevin said. “Angela Dragonslayer and her new order of knights. A new temple of Saphique. A place to defend the kingdoms against the shadow of the nagas.”

I kept glaring at him.

“And?” Angela asked.

“Why, Mary and I want to enlist,” Kevin said, glancing down at the woman sitting beside him with such a fond look.

Anger surged through me. He loved Mary now? And the two Slata priestesses? He looked at them with equal affection. They preened for him. And he clearly had knocked one of the sluts up. He abandoned his love for Angela and moved on so fast?

Disgusting!

I gave him the hardest look I could.

“Join up,” Angela frowned.

“We aren’t Knights Deute any longer,” Mary said. “We abandoned our duty when Kevin let you go. We never should have interfered to begin with.”

“You were trying to kill Dominari,” the pregnant slut said. “Your dedication was obvious.”

“You spared us when we were at your mercy,” the other said.

Angela studied Kevin, then the women. “You and the three of them.”

“Yeah,” Kevin nodded. “They…were very comforting.”

Again, the three women looked at him with such fondness. Men were such pigs. Not even six months to forget about Angela! It would have taken me years to get over her. Years! He never really loved her.

“Then you’re welcome at Dragon’s Rest,” Angela said. “More experienced knights are always a boon.”

“They’re priestesses of Slata!” I hissed, unable to hold in my anger. “Their bitch goddess is the reason Lady Delilah is dead.”

“Slata was not…happy with us,” the non-pregnant slut said, her face growing tight. “We are no longer her priestesses.”

“We serve Biaute now,” the pregnant one said. “And since the Goddess of Beauty is sometimes a paramour of Saphique, there should be no problem with us being here.”

“She’s a paramour of every god and goddess,” I muttered.

“Acolyte,” Angela said, her voice tight. “Be polite. Everyone who wants to protect and defend are welcome here. Even if they serve Slata. The Goddess is the jealous bitch, not her servants.”

I flushed. “Yes, my Knight.” I took a deep breath, staring at the women. “Welcome to Dragon’s Rest. I am sure a Temple to Biaute would be welcome.”

Before anyone could answer, an impish, mocking voice said behind me, “Wow, Sophia, you have gotten fat.”

Indignation surged through me. I whirled on the offending person, my mouth open, and…I blinked.

Minx stood beside Xera, a huge grin on her face, her hands cupping her round stomach.

“You’re pregnant!” I gasped instead. “Minx! You and Xera?”

“Me and Xera,” Minx nodded, looking around. “But at least I’m not as fat as you!”

Laughing, I fell to my knees and hugged the halfling.

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Xerathalasia

I left Minx with Sophia, the pair chatting about their pregnancies, and exited the inn. Everything had changed so much in six months. What was once a field was now trampled by human activity. The mound where we buried Dominari was still there, carpeted in flowers. Sophia’s temple grew before it, dozens of brawny men setting stone. I moved past it to where I planted the bulb.

I smiled. She’d sprouted, a pink flower poking out of the ground from a vine. It was open, a small baby in the midst of the petals. I knelt down, brushing the flower. The infant opened her eyes. I heard gurgling coos in my mind.

“You are just beautiful,” I told her in elven. Her flower petals rustled. “Just like your mother.”
She would be happy here, just like my unborn daughter Lynette would be. I could feel it as I told the blossom about her mother. There would be such life here. It would be something special.

I would help Angela, Minx, Sophia, Chaun, and Aurora build something that lasted. Something that mattered.

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Knight Angela

“I can’t believe Kevin is here,” Sophia said when she walked into our temporary rooms in the inn. Our quarters would be in the temple once it was completed.

“Strip,” I said in a commanding voice. I was already naked, holding ropes in my hand.

“Yes, my Knight,” she gasped, her white robes flying off automatically.

They fell off her body, revealing her breasts, swollen larger by her pregnancy. Her belly button piercing swayed across her round stomach as she moved, her green eyes wide. There was a hint of question in them. She knew she was in trouble, but she didn’t know why.

And, really, she wasn’t in much trouble at all. I just wanted to tie her up and discipline her.

She was so beautiful. Her tits jiggled with firm beauty as she moved, her belly swaying. I loved the curve. Our daughter grew in her. It made my clit throb, aching to transform into a hard, throbbing dick as she walked to her position. In the heavy, wooden rafters above were set rings for running rope through.

They were so much fun.

I moved to her, letting my cock sprout. I shivered as my clit swelled, growing thick and hard, thrusting out before me. It bounced as I walked, the tip throbbing so hard for my acolyte. I stared at her sleek back down to her curving ass, the swell of her belly peeking around her side.

The rough fibers of the robe slid through my hand as I pressed behind her. My cock nudged her ass, the tip sliding between her butt-cheeks. She groaned, shivering as she raised her arms up to be bound, so submissive.

“Do you know why you are being punished, acolyte?” I asked in my commanding voice.

“No, my Knight.”

“You were rude to Kevin and his women. This is a welcoming place, and you kept glaring and being hostile to them.”

She shivered. “I am sorry, my Knight.”

I leaned in, nipping her ear. “You will cry out your sorrow. Twenty lashes.”

She let out a moan, her butt-cheeks clenching on the tip of my cock. My pussy ached as the delight rippled down my shaft. I just wanted to fuck her. But not yet. I wanted her ass glowing red before I enjoyed her.

With practiced skill, I bound her right wrist. I threaded the rope through the first hook and then the second before bringing it down to her left wrist. I tied it about her then I looped a second rope around the length running between the two hooks. I pulled on it, snugging her arms, forcing them over her head. I tied this rope to a third hook. She swayed, on her tiptoes, her breasts and pregnant belly jiggling.

I had to be careful of her belly. No flogging her whole body. What a pity.

She sat there, juices dripping down her thighs as I walked to our wall. Inspired by Captain Thyrna, I’d covered it in my growing collection of paddles, floggers, riding crops, and whips. I grabbed a flogger then changed my mind. I grabbed a riding crop, the stiff leather-wrapped stick would leave delicious welts on her white ass.

Sophia moaned when she saw it.

I walked back to her, my cock and tits bouncing. I was so hard for her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. Maybe it was seeing Kevin. It hurt, just a bit, seeing that he’d moved on. And onto three other women.

But I was also happy for him. We had shared something for a while, loved each other, but we just weren’t right for each other. I thought we were, but life took us in other directions and to new discoveries. And he looked so happy with his three women.

While I was happy with my woman and my cock.

The crop hissed as I swung it.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched at the sound. A red welt rose across both of Sophia’s butt-cheeks. Her scream of pain made me so wet. She loved the agony. And I loved to hurt her, to mark her body, to prove my ownership of the woman I loved.

My acolyte.

CRACK!

I flicked the crop again, painting a second stripe that crisscrossed the first. The puckered welt rose fast. Her ass wiggled as the ropes creaked. I groaned, loving it. I stroked my dick with my free hand, admiring my work, listening to her whimpers.

“I’m so sorry, my Knight,” she groaned.

I rubbed my crop up her thigh, brushing the juices. “I can see that.”

I pulled it back and flicked it across her upper thighs. Not as hard as I landed on her ass, but enough to make her jump, her body shifting forward. She swayed, her hips shaking, that gorgeous belly swaying.

I bred her. Our daughter growing in her belly was such a wonderful gift.

CRACK!

I savored every smack.

CRACK!

Every welt.

CRACK!

Every whimpering cry.

CRACK!

“I’m so sorry,” she moaned, her brown hair swaying, tears falling down her cheeks.

CRACK!

Juices flooding down her thighs.

CRACK!

She loved the pain.

CRACK!

She loved the submission.

CRACK!

She was mine.

CRACK!

Juices dribbled down my own thighs. My cock was so achingly hard as I stared at her welted ass. It would be days before she healed. Days of feeling her punishment every time she sat down. Days of being reminded that she was mine.

CRACK!

Her hips wiggled, pressing back, eager for the crop’s next kiss.

CRACK!

I shivered, my breasts heaving as the passion surged through me. I flicked the crop upward. It hissed between her thighs and smacked wetly on her pussy. She bounced off her feet. She screamed out in pain and pleasure.

Juices gushed down her thighs.

“My Knight!” she howled as pain exploded across her shaved pussy. “I was so bad! So naughty!”

“Yes,” I groaned, watching her cum, her paingasm flowing through her. They were always the strongest.

I had to feel it.

I threw the crop to the ground and grabbed her hips. My cock rammed into her pussy. I groaned as her tight sheath spasmed about my dick. Her heat massaged my cock. I groaned, hugging her, my hands roaming her pregnant belly as she thrashed.

“That’s it,” I panted. “That’s what you get for being bad.”

“So bad,” she moaned, her voice throaty with passion, her pussy spasming so hard on my dick.
I drew back and plunged into her spasming depths. Rapture burned around my cock. Pleasure flooded through my body as her hot silk massaged my shaft. I pumped my hips, pressing my pillowy tits into her back.

My nipples throbbed as I fucked my acolyte so hard. She swayed as I rammed into her, the ropes creaking over our heads. I nuzzled at her neck, my hands caressing her round belly. I slammed over and over into her pregnant pussy as she kept cumming and cumming.

My juices dribbled down my thighs. My pussy clenched every time I buried into her. My dick throbbed in her depths. My flesh slapped into her ass, making her gasp and moan. Pain and pleasure burned in her passion.

“Keep fucking me, my Knight!” she moaned. “Use me! Dump your cum into me!”

“Yes,” I groaned, ramming my dick so hard into her pussy. “I’m going to flood you. You made me so hard. Your ass is so red!”

“Yes!” she howled, bucking harder.

Her stomach shifted beneath my grip as she thrashed. Her pussy spasmed so hard. The pressure built in the depths of my pussy. I shuddered, fucking her as hard as I could, ramming my dick into my slave, my love. Her cunt churned around my dick.

The friction was intense. Her spasming silk so hot. I groaned, my hips pumping out of control, desperate for my orgasm. I kissed at her neck then sucked hard. My teeth nibbled. Another mark on her flesh.

“My Knight!” she howled over and over, lost to the pain and rapture as she kept cumming.

I buried into her depths. It was too much. Her pussy sucked at my cock. My ovaries clenched in the depths of my body. Pleasure exploded out of my cunt. Juices gushed down my thighs as the rapture rushed through me.

And my girl-cum flooded her pregnant pussy.

I held onto her pregnant belly as I pumped my seed into her. I moaned into her neck, loving her so much. The pleasure burned through me. The dual delight of a pussy spasming bliss and a cock pumping ecstasy. The twin rapture reached my mind, swirling through me, leaving me gasping and panting. I slumped against her, shuddering.

“Sophia,” I groaned. “My sweet Sophia. I love you so much.”

“My Knight,” she gasped. “Love you. Love you so much.”

I held my wife, my cock buried in her pussy, sharing our love. This wasn’t the life I ever pictured. But it was the life I had, the life that brought me such fulfillment. From Dragon’s Rest, I would protect the kingdoms of men from any threats.

With my acolyte at my side.

And it was all thanks to her. The Flaming Woman. Tears burned in my eyes.

“Delilah,” I groaned.

“What, my Knight?” Sophia asked, her words slurred. “What about her?”

“I want to name our daughter Delilah.” My hands rubbed her belly. I felt our daughter shift.

“That’s beautiful,” Sophia said, her voice cracking. “Delilah.”

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Epilogue – Two Hundred Years Later, The Freehold of Dragon’s Rest

Knight-Errant Delilah knelt in the shrine. She wasn’t the Lady Delilah, or even the firstborn daughter of the Dragonslayer and her Acolyte. But she was Angela and Sophia’s descendant, and the name Delilah was passed down through the generations. She was young, her red hair falling about her shoulders, brushing the pauldrons of her armor, her green eyes staring up at the sword clutched in the statues hand. The Flaming Woman stood proud in her armor, holding the sword thrust point first at the shrines floor.

Delilah could feel the power of the Dragonslayer’s sword. The adamantium blade had a silvery shimmer about it, the gold handle burnished. No hand, save stone, had touched it in nearly two hundred years.

Like every Knight Dragoon before her, she prayed before the sword on the eve of embarking on her Quest, her own acolyte of Saphique awaiting her at the temple. Delilah’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the two statues flanking the sword and it’s protector: the Dragonslayer looking so strong and proud, and her Acolyte looking so submissive and beautiful.

“Be with me,” Delilah prayed to her ancestors, hoping they watched her from the Astral Realm. Their bodies rested beneath her feet, Angela and Sophia together always.

Six other statues ran down the length of the room. Their companions. Thrak and Faoril, Chaun and Aurora, Xerathalasia and Marianne. Together, they accomplished something amazing. They killed the last dragon and saved the world, losing only the valiant Lady Delilah in the savage fight.

I hope I do even a fraction of what they did, Delilah thought, her eyes turning back to the sword.

“Do you think you’re going to wield it?” a chortling voice asked.

Delilah jumped, half rising and turning to see a halfling perched on one of the pews. The knight-errant’s eyes widened. “Marianne?”

“Do you think you’re the chosen one?” the halfling asked, jumping to the next pew, perching on it with graceful dexterity. Of the nine, only she and her elf-wife still lived. “Faoril’s spell is mighty powerful. Might lose a hand if you’re not certain.”

Delilah glanced at the sword clutched in her namesake’s hand. “No, I don’t think I am. My Quest isn’t that perilous.”

“You never know,” Marianne shrugged, her metallic-red hair swaying. She had the same minx-like grin from the bardic songs. “Maybe you have your ancestor’s fire. You look like her.” The smile turned sad. “You look like them both.”

“What were they like?” Delilah asked, eagerness surging through her. She should be praying, but Marianne and her wife, Xerathalasia, did not often appear in public any longer. Their children tended the Living Garden, elves with the stature of children and the beauty of goddesses.

“Chaun could tell you better,” Marianne said, leaping from the pews and landing beside Delilah. She crouched, her breasts jiggling in the cloth band that contained them. “Though that epic he composed is only half right. Poetic license, he called it. Left out all the bad stuff. No mention at all of how boring it was crossing Vyman Plain.”

“Please, tell me,” Delilah smiled.

Marianne shrugged. “Why not. I’m sooooo bored.”

It was such a strange thing to hear from one of the nine heroes. But Delilah listened eagerly as the halfling launched into her tale. The knight-errant drank it in, inspired by the story of her ancestors and their friends.

Maybe I’ll fall in love with my acolyte, thought Delilah. She is cute.

Her clit ached beneath her chainmail loincloth, wanting to throb into a girl-cock, proof that she was Angela Dragonslayer’s descendant. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would be the one to draw the sword.

Or maybe it would be another.

Either way, Knight-Errant Delilah knew she would protect and defend with her own acolyte at her side.

The END of the Knight and the Acolyte

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Teen TV stars slut it out in and Elavator

The entire week of the joint iCarly/Victorious episode was the most intense time of Miranda’s life. Miranda, had never had more fun doing a taping. Victoria brought such positive energy and professionalism to the set, Miranda felt swept away by the whole experience. To top it off Victoria had arranged for a party in an exclusive club for the cast members of both shows. The theme of the party was “Hot Shorts, and Hawaiian Shirts” which raised the temperature in the room by about sixty degrees.

Miranda dressed a tad conservative with a floral shirt tied off to show of her midriff and kaki Capri’s that hugged her hips and ass. Victoria on the other hand was taking a walk on the hot side, she was wearing a skimpy bikini top with images of coconuts over her firm breasts, and her shorts were so short that the bottom half of her ass was visible below them and they were so tight that everyone in the room was aware that she wasn’t wearing panties since her cunt line was clearly visible the crotch of the shorts.

Victoria did everything right, she booked the tightest DJ in LA and the crotch buzzing music never stopped all night long. It was the best party Miranda had ever been to. Her heart was beating more quickly, she saw Victoria approach. Victoria swung her arms around Miranda’s neck, and said loudly, “You Randa are the hottest bitch in this room,” then she gave Miranda a sloppy kiss on the mouth.

Miranda could tell that Victoria was kind of drunk, but she gave her a one thousand watt smile. She loved that Victoria had a pet name for her.

“Vic I have a call to the set at 8 tomorrow morning, I should really go.”

Victoria took her hand, “You listen to me hot little Randa, you aren’t going anywhere until you dance with me!”

Miranda shrugged her shoulders and took Victoria’s hand as she lead her into the throng of dancers in the middle of the big club. The mix was tight and both of them were into it immediately. Still holding hands Victoria pulled Miranda in closer, she put her hands on her hips as began thrusting her crotch in rhythm to the music. Miranda glanced down and felt her pussy tingle at the sight of the crotch of Victoria’s short shorts outlining her slit as her friend began rubbing a finger up and down over her pussy lips. Then suddenly Victoria swirled around and began grinding her perfect little ass into the crotch of her friend’s shorts. Miranda groaned and grabbed Victoria’s hips to steady herself. The friction of Victoria’s ass on her pussy was amazing but she was embarrassed as well. Yes she wanted to make love to Victoria, but not in front of everyone. She turned away from Victoria and headed for the elevator to leave.

Miranda was surprised to discover she was actually crying, without really knowing why. Finally the elevator opened and she went inside, a hand slammed against the door. Victoria stepped in the elevator and the door closed. Miranda brought a hand up to shield her face not to show Victoria the tears.

“What, what is it Randa babe?” Victoria said in an almost whisper. Victoria gently took the hand from Miranda’s face and saw the tears, which were now running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry Vic, I’m not a party girl, I just can’t do that in public. If you only knew how I feel…about…you,” there were more tears.

Victoria took a key from the back pocket of her shorts, put it into the panel of the elevator and turned it. The car stopped suddenly.

Victoria turned and took Miranda’s face in her hands, “Oh sweet Randa babe I am so, so, so, sorry. The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you. It’s just that this week, being close to you, seeing how beautiful you really are and how I came to want you, to want to be with you, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I guess I was so nervous I drank too much and…oh babe…”

Victoria leaned forward and kissed the tears from her friends face. Miranda closed her eyes and sighed as Victoria kissed her nose her eyelids and finally pressed her soft full lips on her mouth. Miranda, sighed as her mouth opened and flicked her tongue to meet Victoria’s. The feel of their two tongues sliding together pressing together was divine they both moaned, as Victoria’s fingers unzipped Miranda’s shorts and put her hand inside, rubbing her soft wet pussy lips through the white satin thong.

They broke of the kiss and looked each other directly in the eyes. “You do me Randa, I need your fingers inside me babe. “

Writhing from the pleasure of Victoria’s fingers, which were inside the thong and were tracking circles over her clit. “Oh fuck Vic, that feels so good,” she moaned as she managed to unbutton and unzip the skin tight shorts and thrust her down cupping Victoria’s dripping cunt with her the palm of her hand. She used the heal of her hand to grind hard on Victoria’s clit then she curled two of her long slender fingers and twisted them slowly into her friend’s tight cunt.

“Oh that is so fucking good Randa, yeah, fuck me like that, oh fuck I’ve wanted this all week.” In turn Victoria brought two of her fingers to the entrance of Miranda’s pussy then slipped them deep inside her in one fluid motion.

The two leaned into a passionate spit swapping kiss, as they finger fucked each other. Sloppy cunt sounds filled the elevator along with the hisses and moans of the two lovers. Victoria nibbled a Miranda’s sensuous lower lip and Mirada gave out a cry while speeding her fingers in and out of Victoria’s sweet wet cunt.

“Oh Randa, lover, I need to taste you baby, I need to feel your slick clit under my tongue, get undressed and lay on your back , thank god this elevator has a carpet.”

Within seconds the two petite stars were naked and Miranda laid down her Capri’s and shirt, she stretched out her slim body spreading her legs to show Victoria her shaved pussy. Miranda looked up at Victoria’s hot body.
“Oh fuck Vic I want to eat your pussy so bad, give it to me please, “she pleaded.
Victoria smiled down on her new fuck buddy, as she straddled Miranda’s sweet face. She bucked her hips in sensual dance as she squatted over Miranda’s face. Victoria reached down and with her fingers parted her slick pussy lips showing her the pink walls of her cunt hole.
“Is this where you want to put your tongue Randa babe, right here in my tight little cunt? You wanna taste Victoria’s sweet pussy juice?”
“Oh fuck yes,” whimpered Miranda, as she reached for her friends hips to pull her pussy down.
“Randa, you are so fucking gorgeous when you are desperate for pussy,” Victoria said with a lustful grin.

She didn’t keep her friend waiting she placed her knees on either side of Miranda’s body and pressed her cunt to her friends large hot mouth. The feeling was one of ecstasy ass Miranda’s fingers parted the wet lips and plunged her long firm tongue deep into Victoria’s cunt. Victoria hissed in wonderment at the dexterity of her friends tongue as it curled and jabbed deeper into her hole then jumped out and flashed up and down her slit running circles around her engorged, fleshy clit.

Victoria was spurred on to lean forward between Miranda’s long lovely legs and slowly dig her tongue into her pink pussy hole, the taste of the sweet, tangy juices gathering on her tongue was incredible, Victoria couldn’t get enough of it slicing her tongue deeper and deeper into Miranda’s pussy to gather the nectar, then kissing her way up her friends cunt lips and sucking her sweet Randa’s clit hard against her hard white teeth.

The two were rocking back and forth on the floor lost in a trance of lust as their mouths danced jazz and hip hop in and out of their cunts, lavishing their clits with riffs and solos each of them had never thought possible.

Victoria’s mouth made loud popping sounds as she plucked Miranda’s clit into her mouth and then blew it out, sending her friend into bouts of ecstasy each time. Miranda retaliated by taking Victoria’s slick love button between her long false nails and pulling and scratching at it like a cat in heat. Both girls knew that they were getting so close to having the greatest climaxes of their lives.

“I want to see your face,” Miranda cried from the lower position, I want to see your face when I cum.”

Victoria instinctively knew what her friend was saying. She achingly lifted her pussy from her friends’ lavish attentions and sat back on her bum.”

“Alright randy Randa, bring it on, cunt to cunt, I am dying to see your cum face too.”

In the centre of the elevator the two beauties, glistening with the sweat of their love making , interlocked their legs so their shaved pussies were together.”

The two kissed passionately, gasping for air grapping at each other’s breasts, mercilessly pinching and twisting nipples until the pain was almost unbearable. They took turns licking and sucking aching nipples in anticipation of what was about to happen, each feeling the heat of the others cunt only an inch apart.

Finally Victoria could stand it no more, she shifted her hips forward slamming her sloppy cunt lips into Miranda’s gaping slit. Miranda grabbed her friends soft thigh for leverage to meet the nest thrust with a surge of her own.

“Look at me,” Miranda screamed at Victoria, “I am the hottest bitch at this party, fuck I’m th hottest bitch you have ever seen, am I right!”

“Oh fuck, Randa, there is no one, just you baby, your hot cunt on mine baby is the most amazing thing I have ever felt.”

Victoria was now the one shocked by the tears that came unbidden rolling from her eyes like salty promises she never kept until this very moment. Victoria looked into Miranda’s eyes with a look of unadulterated love, and Miranda’s eyes smiled back at her reflecting the same love. Suddenly Victoria’s engorged clit shuddered and her cunt exploded sending a fine spray of hot creamy flooding into the folds of Miranda’s grinding cunt.

Miranda’s mouth opened on a silent scream as her cunt lips convulsed, her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she came as never before, squirting a river of thick girl cum all over Victoria’s highs and cunt. The two clutched at each other as their bodies lost, writhing with a pleasure the girls never imagined possible on earth. Miranda griped her friends face in her hands and kissed her, and seeing the tears licked each one up with the tip of her curling tongue. As she did Miranda slammed her dripping cunt against Victoria’s for three then four final strokes, bringing them off again cum sluicing from their cunts in waves as they moaned lowly, no longer able to imagine that this was something as insignificant as love, or that the building or even the city of angels remained standing.

Finally spent, the two fell into each other’s arms, their lips barely able to form a kiss, but kiss they did.

How long did they been lay there, mewing wordless love songs to each other, both unaware that they had the same thought at the same time. For at that moment each had come to a new understanding of exactly why the French insisted that the lovemaking of true lovers be given a name, “a little death”.

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I am Julie, I am blessed with a high sex drive. My man Charles and I are in our early forties, we are both bisexual and we enjoy an open relationship with an extra man or woman on a regular basis.

We have recently enjoyed a range of sexual experiences including, two men for me while my man watched, we both blew a drop dead gorgeous trannie while the other watched. And on both those occasions Lu Xi sexually pleased both of us in the honeymoon suite of her hotel.

“You and your man are a very exciting couple and very uninhibited,” Lu Xi tells me over coffee a few weeks later. “Is there any special sexual pleasure I could arrange for you and your man Julie? Any special combination?”

“I would love to be sexually pleasured by two women while my man watches, even better if he masturbated while he watched. A favourite fantasy of mine is being pleasured by two lipstick lesbians, both younger than me, perhaps one barely twenty, a blond baby doll.

“Lu Xi has arranged two lipstick lesbians, both younger than me, for my pleasure next Sunday. I want you to watch and enjoy, my pleasure is your pleasure. And I want you to masturbate for me, are you fine with that honey?” I asked my man Charles a few days later after Lu Xi confirmed she had arranged just what I wanted.

“Tell me again what you are going to do on Sunday, again in detail, you know that will be a huge turn on for me, huge,” he moaned over and over as he fucked me long and hard. And I loved his turn on.

On the Sunday afternoon we are in Lu Xi’s five-star hotel again, this time a huge lavish room we had not seen previously with soft lighting, seductive night jazz music and mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling.

“What are the rules today honey?,” my man Charles asks as we shower together an hour before my lipstick lesbians are due.

“This is all about my sexual pleasure, I want to be pleasured by, as well as pleasure two lipstick lesbians while you watch and enjoy. I will be disappointed if you don’t masturbate for me while you watch honey,” I tell him as we tease each other’s naked bodies with our lips and fingertips. “When they arrive I want you to let them in before I make an entrance. What should I wear for them?,” I ask.

“Something very feminine, you always look sensational in heels, stockings and a garter belt, nothing else under a coat as you make your entrance,” he tells me as I watch him put on a jock strap.

“Can I wear this for your guests?,” he asks as I ogle his body while I enjoy watching him put it on.

Charles is in his element as he lets our guests in wearing just his jock strap as he flaunts his naked ass for the two women, who I decide are bisexual the way they ogle his almost naked body. They all make strained small talk as I bide my time to make my entrance.

Gloria is a tallish brunette with wonderful long legs, Ria is a sultry looking Asian woman and as I soon learnt, a fantastic pair of tits.

I am the center of attention for three people as I walk into the room. I feel very sexy and extremely horny as I confidently walk in and flash my coat open with my legs wide apart for two younger women and my man. All I am wearing are heels, stockings and a garter belt, nothing else under a light, thigh length coat as Gloria and Ria size up my body. Determined to play the moment I turn my back on the two women as Charles helps me remove my coat. My voluptuous ass does look good I muse as I admire it in the mirrors.

“Lu Xi speaks highly of you and your man Julie,” Gloria tells me as we size each other up. “She also told us you have a magnificent ass, she was absolutely correct,” Gloria enthuses as she has her hands all over it.

“Undress us while your man watches,” Gloria tells me as she moves my hand to the zip on the back of her short black dress. Slim figure and even better long legs than I first imagined.

Ria is wearing a similar dress and is also naked when she steps out of it. “Do you like my tits Julie?,” she asks as she as teases her nipples with a fingertip.

“Yes, magnificent. Thirty-six C?”,

“Today, we want to sexually pleasure you Julie, you are given permission to simply enjoy and surrender to both of us. How far would you like us to stretch the boundaries?,” Ria asks with a wicked smile.

“As far as you wish, I want to be sexually pleasured by two females as never before with my man watching. My sexual pleasure is his pleasure.”

Sexual bliss as I am standing, legs apart, with Ria behind me and kissing me as Gloria is teasing me with small kisses from my neck down to my pelvic area.

Then Ria is licking and sucking my nipples while Gloria is licking my cunt lips with her hands on my ass. I love having my cunt licked while standing, even better by a talented female with my man watching and edging his very erect cock.

“I am going to start slowly Julia,” Gloria whispers as she gently parts my outer labia and licks up from my vaginal entrance to my clitoris. Then she licks up and down my labia. She is obviously very experienced as she is focused on my clit and licking around it in a circular motion. She is varying the pressure, then she inserts a finger in my cunt adding an extra frisson for me. I love it.

Then some teasing with sensual kissing up and down my inner thighs. I want her to find my clitoris and pleasure it. My clitoris is super sensitive with lots of nerve endings, it’s the source of my orgasms. My man can make me convulse with pleasure like a demon is being exorcised out of me, especially when he uses his fingers to rub my clit with his face between my thighs.

Gloria commences by licking all around my clitoris, licking it up, down, and all around, focused on the pressure of her tongue on my clitoris. I love the way she starts off lightly and builds up pressure and speed as my body responds. She plays with the shape of her tongue on my clitoris and mixes it up. A broad flat tongue, then a more pointy tip. She really is very good.

New levels of sexual pleasure when she places her index finger and thumb either side of my clit to raise and steady it, then instead of licking up and down my vulva, she went from side to side, licking straight across my clitoral hood, stimulating a wider area of my clit than ever before.

An extra turn on for me when Gloria asks, “Do you like what I am doing to you Julie? Do you prefer it slow or hard, or in circles, or up and down?,” as she runs her fingers down my thighs, as Ria grabs my hips, and licks my tits.

“Is that okay?,” she asks as she slowly inserts a finger into my vagina and waits for my response, moving it in and out slowly to start with, curling her finger up towards my stomach to hit my G-spot, massaging it gently, as she asks, “Harder and faster?”

“Anything special you would like Julie?,” Ria asks

I am laying flat on my back with Gloria’s arms wrapped around my thighs as I enjoy her delicately teasing my cunt lips with her tongue. Ria is laying along side her as she alternates between tongue kissing me and licking my nipples.

At the same time I am enjoying an extra turn on as I watch my man teasing and edging his throbbing erection with just a fingertip. He is still wearing his tiny jock strap though he has dragged it down just enough to release his cock and balls.

“Room service, may I enter,” I can hear a muffled a male voice calling.

Then as he enters with a drinks trolley I hear him saying, “I am Jamie, is there anything I can do for you? Something special perhaps?,’’ as he briefly looks at three naked women before turning his full attention to my man Charles who quickly slides his jock strap up to try and cover his erection.

“Before we started we asked how far would you like us to stretch the boundaries Julie? You told you as far as you wish with your man watching, his pleasure is my pleasure,” Ria teases as I look closely at Jamie. Late twenties, a pretty blond toyboy with a good body as he ogles Charles almost naked body and runs his hands over his chest as he asks again with a knowing smile, “Is there anything I can do for you? Something special perhaps?,” as Charles looks to me for my tacit approval.

“Yes, Lu Xi has obviously set this up. Get naked for me and the three women.”

As he slowly undresses Jamie keeps eye contact with my man and me in turn, as Gloria and Ria watch.

He really has a good taut, athletic body and a very impressive cock which is already erect as I watch my man mentally compare it against his.

“Now undo the clip of my jock strap for me,” Charles tells him as Jamie ogles his naked ass.

“Lu Xi told me you were hung, she was correct,” Jamie smirks as Charles lets his jock strap fall to the floor and poses with his hands on his hips.

“Something special like this perhaps while your lady and her two friends watch? I want her to watch me blow you while she has two women,” Jamie smirks as he kneels in front of my man and licks his nipples, then his balls, then his rock hard erection before he commences sucking it with a hand wrapped around his balls.

Stretching the boundaries has a new meaning for me as two women are pleasuring me while I watch a blond toyboy blowing my man. And I like it very much.

“I have never had two women pleasuring me while watching another man blowing my man,” I whisper to Gloria and Ria as I sit on a chair close enough to the two men to touch them.

“We want to watch Jamie blowing your man, he is very good,” Gloria tells me as they both stand behind me. Gloria is running a finger along my very wet cunt lips while Ria is kissing my neck and teasing my nipples.

Both of the men are glancing at us as Charles moans, “I have always wanted this honey, watching two women pleasuring you while a toyboy blows me. So good, so fucking good,” he is moaning as we watch Jamie licking, swirling, spiraling, and blowing on his throbbing erection.

‘Look at what Jamie is doing to my cock, he is a pleasure machine. Nearly there, cum with me honey, now, right now, now,” he is almost screaming as he shoots a huge load.

“Lu Xi told me you are a squirter Julie. Can I masturbate while I watch you squirt?,” Jamie asks as he commences masturbating.

“Lu Xi also told us you are a squirter Julie, do it for us,” Ria tells me with a huge smile. “What can we do to get you there?”

“I want sexual pleasure from three people, lick my nipples Ria while Gloria licks my cunt, as my man licks and kisses my ass while I watch Jamie masturbate.

“Now Jamie, take me over the edge, show us how you masturbate, I love watching a hung man masturbate. I want a huge orgasm as I squirt for you, I am hanging out for it, really hanging out for it,” I tell him as I stand and have two women and a man pleasuring my naked body.

Two hung naked men and two naked women is wonderful eye candy as Jamie holds my gaze, the veins in his cock are bulging as he strokes his erection. I am right on the edge, so close, so close, as Jamie places one of my hands on his erection, then slides it along the his full length as I wrap my hand around it.

I can see and feel his erection twitching as he is breathing very heavily. I want to orgasm, a huge one, and squirt at the same time he blows. I want to do it and enjoy it immensely with four people watching, two males and two females.

Then sexual relief for both of us as our bodies tremble, we are both groaning noisily, as we orgasm, then my ultimate sexual satisfaction as I squirt like never before with an audience of four people.

“Did you realize Jamie is my partner? Perhaps just us three soon?,” Ria whispered as we departed.

“Perhaps,” I smiled full of anticipation at thought of a twenty year younger bi-sex woman and her hung bi-sex man pleasuring me.

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My first lesbian experience with a woman in college. Lisa takes a large strap-on and ravages her sorority sister pussy

I am a member of one of the top sororities at a college in San Diego CA. I had an awesome sexual experience that I needed to put on paper.

I have a roommate who is absolutely beautiful with a perfect body. She pretty much gets any guy she wants. We know a lot of fraternity guys and through the sorority grapevine get to know a lot of details about them like who is good in bed, who is terrible and other stuff.

One night we were sharing details with other girls in the sorority house when a girl said she had some details on a guy we all know and think was is very cute and nice.
He had a great reputation as not being a love em and leave em kind of guy. He also does not appear to be a big trash talker who will try to spread rumors after he has sex with a girl. Some guys will talk about a girl for months after he has sex with her. There are so many guys in the fraternities that just want sex and nothing more. Sometimes that is all I want, but it is nice to think that sex with a guy at least has the possibility of being more.

Shaun is nice and a total hottie. I had not heard many details about him because he does not sleep around much, or maybe just because he does not talk shit about girls after. We all knew that a little sister named Ann had been getting on him but she was not talking much. And now we know why. She wanted him all to herself. She finally let the cat out of the bag and said that he has a huge cock. His penis is supposed to be very very thick and long, not too long so as to rearrange your intestines, but described as the perfect length. It was supposed to be between the thickness of a beer bottle and a Soda Can. And he is awesome in the sack.

That night back in our room Lisa and I started talking about how we both had dated many guys with nice and mostly average sized cocks. Lisa said she had been fantasizing about having sex with a guy with a very large cock. In bed with the lights out we shared a few stories of our bigger penis experiences. I was getting turned on by hearing about Lisa getting fucked by these big members and I started to rub myself under the sheets.

Lisa said “ Have you ever wanted to have sex with a guy with a monster cock”

I giggled and said “ Oh yeah! that sounds hot” I didn’t tell Lisa that was a secret fantasy of mine

Lisa noticed that my voice was shaking “ Are you ok Cindy?”

I tried to regain my composure after rubbing my clit. “Um oh yeah I am just a little tired and hot after hearing your stories”

“ I am going to flirt with Shaun next time I see him and hope he takes an interest” Lisa said smoothly

“ Lisa you are such a naughty little girl “ I joked. While thinking maybe I would try him on for size also.

“ Yeah I really want to feel his monster “ we both laughed really hard.

We both settled in for bed. Then I really started to fantasize about Shaun and me together. I was thinking how hot it would be to have my hand on that huge penis as I guided it into my hot dripping wetness and feeling stretched as he entered me. I reached down for my nub. I really needed some sex. I had not been with a guy for months and was really feeling horny.

I guess I must have been making some noise as I was in my little fantasy world because I opened my eyes to see Lisa in the moonlight standing next to my bed. I could see through her tank top nightie and see the outline of her perfect large breasts.

“I heard you moaning Cindy and you are making me hot” Lisa whispered as she sat on the edge of my bed. I had heard rumors about Lisa, that she had some trysts with girls but hell it seems like most girls have experiences with other women in college . Sex with girls is trendy in college today. It seems almost common. I must admit when we were picking roommies I thought I might as well room with a hottie like Lisa. I would rather look at a beautiful girl with a great bod rather than any other kind of girl. I was secretly hoping the rumors I heard were true.

“Oh shit Lisa I am sorry .. its just that I am so horny “ I stammered “ and all this talk about Shawn and his monster dong got me so hot”

“ Me too sweetie “ purred Lisa as she reached her hand toward my breast. Mine are not as big and perfect as Lisas but I sure do get lots of looks from both guys and girls when I wear revealing tops.

Lisa seemed so confident just like she always is, as she found my erect nipple poking up from under my nighty, she began to rub it between her thumb and forefinger.

“Does that fell good” I felt a surge of energy in my wet pussy.

“Oh fuck yes Lisa” I moaned as I reached up to feel Lisa breast through her nightie. My stomach was so full of butterflies. My trembling hand grasped at her large breast. I could not get my hand around it but I sure did get a handful.

With this Lisa knew I was ready. I could see her beautiful face lean toward me as she moved in to kiss me. I did not think I could feel anymore excited than I already did but as soon as her lips reached mine I felt a jolt of excitement shoot from my tummy to my sopping pussy.

After a long hot passionate kiss Lisa reached under the covers and I thought I was finally going to get some much needed penetration into my wetness. But instead she grabbed my nighty and pulled it up over my breasts. She then took a nipple into her mouth and ravaged my fully erect nipple with her toungue and lips.

“ Oh my god Lisa I am so turned on….I think I am going to cum” I could not hold back. I was already so hot from my own fantasy about Shawns large cock and then to have Lisa doing this to me was too much. I had to come right now. I reached down to my clit and rubbed it a few times. Lisa knew what I was doing. She pushed my hand aside and slid her long fingers into my tight little pussy while rubbing my clit with her thumb. That brought on my first huge orgasm of many to come. “ Uhhhhh…ohhhh Fuuuccckk” my voice shook with the tremor of my orgasm.
“ Oh Cindy that is so fucking hot” Lisa pulled her fingers away from my moist opening and removed her top. I managed to fumble and get my top off also with a little help from Lisa. Good thing she helped because I was in another world from the huge orgasm I just had. Lisa then stood to remove her panties, I could see her naked form in the moonlight. I was so excited to think that I was going to be able to explore Lisas naked body I could not wait to return the favor. Lisa climbed on top of me. I spread my legs to let her on. Her huge breast came down slowly onto mine as she kissed me. I reached up to massage those beautiful tits.

“ Cindy you are so sexy” Lisa cooed “ I have wanted this for a long time “ I was still so excited I could not believe that I could or would be turned on so much by the touch of another woman and feeling her body and breasts upon mine.

Lisa paused from kissing me for a moment and looked at me “Lisa please make me cum again” I moaned.

“Have you ever been with another girl before?”
“No “ I responded I could barely get any words out because I was feeling this strange combination of nervousness and total excitement.

“Well if you thought Shawns big cock would feel good, You might be surprised how good a woman can make you feel” Lisa whispered confidently into my ear. As she said this she was grinding her pelvis against my wet pussy. It was a familiar and unusual feeling all at the same time. I had felt this before but there was always a penis attached. I liked her grinding more.

I was rubbing her perfect ass as she nibbled on my ears and neck. Lisa then moved to my nipples again. I managed to rub the sides of her breasts as she worked on mine.

Lisa slowly turned around and kind or rolled onto side. We were now in a semi 69 position. I had never seen a woman from this angle before. One of Lisa breasts was resting on the bed and the other was
formed around my hip as she moved in to lick me.

For the first time I could smell her pussy. It was very near my face, shaved bald, smooth and glistening in the night light. The smell was intoxicating.

‘Oh my god’ I thought I had never been eaten like this before. My head was spinning. I felt so good and so nasty at the same time. I was so excited I was up for anything. I was rolling my head from side to side with my eyes closesd the feeling was absolutely wicked. I rolled to the right and suddenly my face was practically in Lisa dripping crotch. She must have moved her hips closer to me because my face was practically in her. I opened my eyes and it was beautiful. Lisa moaned with me as I licked her an had my first taste of another woman.

I don’t know how she did it but we were in a sixty-nine and I was enjoying my first tast of a woman and I really liked it. Lisa must have been pretty hot because she was really responding to my inexperienced tongue. I was really just mirroring what she was doing to me. We were both moaning and I was almost ready to explode again. Lisa was right, I was surprised that she could eat me so well. Only a woman know a womans body.
She found all the spots my boyfriends did not know about. I came again, hard.

I knew Lisa was really liking what I was doing but after my juices rushed out onto her face there was no doubt that I came again. Lisa stopped and got up on one elbow.

“ Cindy, sweetie, I have a wonderful surprise for you”

“Lis tonight with you has been one of the best surprises of my life… you are so beautiful “ I couldn’t believe I had the nerve to say that.

Lisa disappeared into the closet. She turned the light on and I could clearly see her naked body. I could not really believe that we had just been together and it felt so right, so exciting.

She found what she was looking for and turned the light off in the closet. My eyes were still adjusting to the moonlight when I realized what Lisa was up to. She had this huge monster penis that was attached to her body with straps she was on me before I knew what was happening. I could see her little hand guiding that thing to my very wet opening. I was as wet as I had ever been if not more. That thing was fucking huge.

“You are really really going to like this” she said as I could feel the tip attempting to enter me.
“OH my GOD” I gasped as the top had barely slid into me. It was so unbelievably thick. I had to reach down to understand how big it was. I could not wrap my hand around it. It seemed to be as thick a a beer bottle. The butterflies were back in my tummy and I was shaking as Lisa slowly penetrated me with her cock.

“You look so sexy, you are so stretched” Lisa growled as she pushed further into my little pussy.

“Stop” I protested It felt so fucking good and it hurt at the same time.

“God it feels unfucking believealbe” I groaned “ Let me get used to it”

“sweetie you can’t really get used to it” Lisa declared knowingly “just take it” She insisted as she pushed the cock further into me.

Lisa then carefully began to withdraw her monster. I was even more turned on. I was so hot and turned on it felt like I was on some kind of drug. I never felt close to being this hot with lust in my life.

Lisa began to work it back and forth and I was letting out a kind of gutteral groan. I looked down and could not comprehend that it was only halfway into me. It was already stretching my pussy like never before and reaching depths never before touched by any guy.

One of my hands was grasping at the sheets to keep me in place on the bed as an anchor to Lisas slow thrusts. I reached the other up to Lisa, she leaned in, and I pulled her onto me. I began to kiss her wildly. I felt another orgasms come out of the depths of my womanhood like a freight train.

The feeling was overwhelming being stretched like this, while her large breasts were bullying my much smaller breasts under the weigh of hers. I shook as yet another awesome orgasm pulsated through my body. A new wave of my wetness came through my pussy. Not like it needed anymore and Lisa sensed this as she pushed up off me to feed me more of her cock.

I did not think she would get much more than half in but I could see that now she was up to ¾ of the way in. So this is what Shaun would feel like I wondered in my mind which was still spinning under the force of what Lisa was doing to me.

I half thought, ‘that poor Lisa was all the giver and not getting much from me’ but I could tell as I watched her glide in and out of me that she really seemed to like fucking me. Her large breasts were swaying freely in all directions as she worked on me. What an amazing sight. I had never come this many times in my life from having sex and another was on the way. We were both sweating and the sheets under my hips were very wet from all my juices and the sweat from both of us.

Lisa sensed I was ready to come again from my short rapid breaths and she really began to thrust faster. My head was spinning and I felt numb and tingly I just went limp as the last orgasm ripped through my body. Lisa sensed it would be a good time to stop since we had been at it for over an hour. In my daze I could see Lisa standing next to me on the bed removing that monster. I could not believe that was inside me. Lisa leaned in and gave me a peck and said “nighty night”. Like that she was gone to her bed.

I could not speak I just smiled and went to sleep.

I slept like a rock. When I woke up I would have contemplated whether it was all a dream or not if it were not for the massive wet spot on my bed and the soreness between my legs. I looked over and Lisa had already slipped out to class.

Being the shy type like I am I wondered what it would be like when I saw Lisa again later in the day. I knew I did not need to worry too much as Lisa is so confident and comfortable she will be able to make both of us feel at ease about one of the most awesome experiences in my life. You can be sure Lisa wanted some help in return. I may write those stories in the future.

I have another story about Shaun. I’ll have to tell that one later.

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Faoril tries to dominate Captain Thryna, but the pirate captain holds deadly secrets.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Three: The Pirate’s Claws
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Warlock Faoril – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth

Shock paralyzed my actions as the pirate captain, Thyrna, pressed my face into the shaved, spicy folds of her pussy, smearing it on my flesh as she held a fistful of my short, light-brown hair. Pain flared across my scalp as she humped against me. She lay on her bed’s edge. I knelt on the deck of her cabin while her ship rocked and creaked about us. It was dim, sunlight streaming through small portholes, the beams of light moving as the ship sailed south to Hargone.

“This is power,” she moaned. “Commanding obedience. You are on my ship, slut, and you will obey me. Please me.”

I had marched in here to set her straight about Thrak. No one owned him, not even me. I was his lover. We had <em>given</em> each other our hearts. Not taken. She couldn’t have him. But it all went so wrong. She had seized me despite the fact I could summon magic, Thrak’s cum warming my stomach. I could wrap her up in air, gather water from the atmosphere and bind her, animate her sheets to tie her, or even send my magic into her mind and dominate her, turning her into a puppet like I had with Relaria.

No. Not that.

I could do a dozen different things to stop her dominating me, but she was so confident. Her dark-brown body heaved, her breasts bouncing, the right nipple pierced by a gold ring. Her face twisted with a cruel, hungry smile as she ground her wet snatch on my lips.

“Lick, little mage,” she moaned. “Devour. Please. Make me cum, and then I’ll let you fetch your orc. You can kneel in the corner as I make him mine. He’ll make a superb member of my crew.” She laughed, cruel and seductive, her fingers tightening in my hair.

From where did this fear come? Why was I afraid of her? I was powerful. I had faced dangers, erinyes, the orcs, even the dangerous Warlock Fireeyes. I have dueled two master mages. I have ventured into the cursed mines of the dwarves to face an ancient evil.

So why did this human woman intimidate me?

My tongue licked through the folds of her pussy, teasing her, gathering her spicy juices. The woman let out a purring moan, her body shuddering. An orgasmic-like gasp escaped her lips as she squirmed her hips. Her pussy was hot. My tongue gathered her cream with every lick.

“Just like that, slut,” she groaned. “Fucking whore. I hate little dykes. I hate soft tongues and smooth cheeks. I love men, but you’ll do. You need to learn that <em>I</em> am the queen of this ship. You worship and obey <em>me.</em>”

Why was I afraid? I had the power of the elements.

But what if she could negate them? My fingers clenched on her ass as I nuzzled and licked. My tongue flailed into her pussy as memories of the gnome bounty hunter and her alchemical vials flitted across my mind. She negated my magic with a chemical. Did Thyrna know about it?

Or what if she had powers? Some people were born with innate powers, like the twinborn witches of the Tuathan or the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter. And there were other schools of magic that did not rely on the teachings of the Magery Tower. The foul Warlocks of Chevsa, the shadowmancers of the Shizhuth Empire, the strange arts rumored to be performed in lands across the Vilianth Ocean. Where was she from? Where did humans have such a deep-brown skin? It wasn’t the darker hue of the Halanian nomads, but darker than any Thosian, Valyan, or Thlinian.

“You can do better than that, little mage,” Thyrna laughed. “Eat my pussy, or I will have to punish you.”

My eyes flicked to the wall covered in lashes, whips, paddles, and canes. I tongued her faster. I pressed my mouth into her pussy, licking and nibbling, I moved my hand up from her ass to probe her pussy. I sank into her hot depths while she humped against me. I pumped in and out of her silky flesh.

A strange itch formed in my own pussy. Hot and itching. I squirmed, my hips quaking. I bit my lip, struggling not to get caught up in the excitement of this. My tongue flicked up to her clit, hard and throbbing, begging to be teased.

So I did.

I teased her. I tongued her. I needed her to explode. My tongue flailed against her flesh. She moaned and hissed. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts high as her fingers dug into my hair. The gold ring piercing her right nipple flashed as a beam of sunlight danced across her. I was pleasing her. Driving her to her orgasm.

I nibbled on her clit and thrust a third finger into her pussy. I pumped in and out of her wet depths, her juices coating my hand. I breathed in her musk as her bed creaked. The woman’s thighs tightened about her face.

“Yes, yes, yes, little mage,” hissed the pirate captain. “Oh, pump those fucking fingers in me. Make me cum. Worship me. You’re doing so well.”

Her praise sent a pleased flush through me. My pussy grew even juicier. I squirmed beneath my robes, my excitement swelling. I flailed my tongue against her clit as I worked my fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. Her gasps and moans spurred me on. I had to please her. That made her happy.

And I wanted to. The fear had transformed into weak desire, catalyzed by her praise, by the excitement of having no control. She could do anything to me because she had real power. What did I have?

The power to get an innocent lamia killed?

“You fucking slut, yes,” she hissed. “Devour me. Make me explode on your mouth.”

She humped harder, the bed creaking. My fingers pumped through her juicy pussy. Her sheath tightened on my digits. She jerked hard on my hair, pulling me into the depths of her pussy. Her flesh pressed against my lips, her folds caressing my cheeks.

“Whore!” she hissed. “Weak, pathetic slut. A mage with no power.”

The humiliating words shot through me. I squirmed more as her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Juices flooded from her cunt. I made her cum. Her moans became yowls of pleasure. She thrashed on the bed, trying to rip my hair from my head.

“Drink it all,slut. Drink it! You gods-damned whore. You thought you were strong. But you weren’t.” Her breasts heaved a final time, and then she let go of my hair. “Now strip, you whore.”

“S-Strip?”

“D-Did I st-stutter like you,” she hissed, mocking me. Her hand let me go as she rose, her breasts heaving. She toyed with her piercing as she stood up, stretching her dark nipple. “Now!”

I flinched and reached for my red robe’s ties. I unbelted it and slipped it off my shoulders as she walked to her wall of whips and lashes, her finger running across them. I trembled as I stood naked, my pale body exposed.

“Which one to use on you,” she asked, caressing them.

“U-Use? N-No.”

She glanced at me with those hungry eyes. “Oh, are you trying to find a spine again?”

“I-I-I.” I took a deep breath, the idea of pain did not appeal to me. Maybe being forced to lick pussy turned me on, or surrendering to another’s strength, like Thrak’s. But pain… I wasn’t Sophia. “No. You’re not going to hurt me.”

Her smile grew. “So you’re not as spineless as you seem. Not as broken as I thought. You found something on the island.” She pulled off a rattan cane, thin, made of pale wood. She smiled. “Well, it’s far more fun when you’re strong. It makes breaking you even more satisfying.”

“You’re not breaking me. Thrak isn’t yours. And I’m not your pleasure slave.”

“Then why are my pussy juices smeared on your lips, slut?”

I flushed as she advanced on me. The ship rolled beneath my feet. I adjusted, swallowing as she smacked the cane into her palm. It made a stinging slap. My ass clenched. I did not want to feel that on my backside. My father had canned me once as a child when I left the barn open and several cows escaped.

It hurt.

“If you want to spank someone, try Sophia. She gets off on the pain.”

“It’s no fun if you enjoy it.” Cruel light shone in her eyes. “Bend over the bed, slut, or I will beat you to the floor.”

“No,” I said, tensing, my heart thudding. I didn’t have to be afraid of her. I had power. I could wrap her in magic. She couldn’t stop it. She was bluffing. It had to be a bluff. Just confidence. Arrogance.

But there was no fear as she raised the cane. She did not respect my magic. She knew I had it and didn’t care. Was it the confidence that she could stop my magic, or a bluff to keep me fearful? The rattan slashed down.

I reacted.

Wind swirled, seizing the cane and ripping it from her grip. She hissed, stumbling forward. I threw the cane to the side and sent the air to seize her. Unseen currents rushed at her, touched her, wrapped about her and—

She stepped through the wind.

Her finger played with the nipple piercing as she took another step. I swallowed, my eyes widening. She did have a way to negate my magic. My eyes fell on the nipple piercing, the only things she wore.

“What is that?”

“In the Queendom, we know how to negate energies. How to redirect and channel them into more useful avenues.”

“The Queendom of Naith?” I swallowed, shuddering at the words. Across the Shilter Strait from the Halani desert lay the Queendom of Naith, ruled by the cruel Rakshasas. One of Las’s bastard races, the rakshasas were all female shapechangers. They often ruled over tribal populations. Unlike most rakshasas, the ones of the Queendom work together instead of competing. “You’re a…?”

She licked her lips. “Yes. And you are a scrumptious morsel. I should eat you all up.”

Her head blurred. Orange fur sprouted. Her dark eyes became slitted felines as a muzzle grew. The fur was striped with black. More black stripes appeared across her body, staining brown skin, as her head finished transforming into a tiger’s. She snarled, sharp fangs dripping with saliva. Claws grew from her fingertips.

Other than the head and claws, she appeared fully human.

I backed up and bumped into the hull of the ship as she advanced. Rakshasas ate meat. Preferably human. And my magic didn’t work on her. I bit my lip as she strode forward, her breath washing over me. A rough tongue licked my cheek.

“You can bend over the bed and let me spank your ass, or I can enjoy you in other ways.” She ran her claws over my belly, not scratching me, just letting me feel how sharp they are. “What will it be, little mage?”

“I’ll bend over,” I said, whimpering.

She licked my face again with her wet tongue. Her muzzle pressed against my lips, kissing me. She blurred, the fur retracting, human lips forming, her tongue shrinking, the claws vanishing. Tears beaded my eyes as she kissed me.

“Now go fetch the cane and bend over.” She grinned. “And feel free to scream. I want Thrak to know I dominated his little cunt.”

“He’ll kill you,” I swallowed, staring at the cane.

She laughed and then pushed me towards the cane. I stumbled and fell on my knees. The pitching deck threw off my balance as I tried to stand again. She kept laughing, savoring it as I crawled to get her cane.

“I am going to enjoy making you howl,” she laughed. “This is what you’ve earned by marching in here little—”

The door burst open and Thrak entered.

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Thrak

Thyrna turned, her cat-like eyes smoking as she looked at me. “Finally decided to obey me? Good. You can stand in the corner and watch as I cane your little—”

My hand lashed out and seized her throat. The rage growled in me. The captain’s words choked off as I squeezed. Her hand seized my wrists, fingernails scratching as her eyes bulged. “I. Heard. You. Threaten. Her.”

I spoke each word clearly.

“Thrak,” Faoril sobbed, staring at me as she knelt. “S-she’s a rakshasa.”

“I don’t care.” I threw Thyrna back onto the bed. She coughed and gasped as she struggled to sit up, her throat red.

“I have thirty sailors,” she snarled. “I will have you and your companions’ throats slit and thrown overboard if you don’t stand in the corner and watch as I cane your little mage.”

“Faoril, fetch the cane,” I growled. “It’s time to give Thyrna what she wants.”

“Wants?” Faoril blinked.

“I want you on your knees, orc,” she hissed. “You are mine. You will be my first mate, the strongest of my crew. You will love me and worship me and serve me.”

I laughed. “You tried to tame me once, cunt. You do not have the strength. But that’s okay. I’m here to give you what you’ve been thinking about since we left the ship.” I undid the belt holding my kilt up. It dropped, revealing my hard, swarthy cock, tip pierced by a bone ring. Her eyes locked on it. “You want to be dominated again. You want to surrender control.”

“What?” Faoril gasped in shock as she stood, holding the rattan cane.

“Never,” hissed Thyrna. “I. Do. Not. Sub. Mit.”

She threw herself at me, hissing like a cat. I let her crash into my body. Her fingernails tore at my chest as her mouth bit at my neck. Hard. I didn’t wince at the pain. Her wet cunt rubbed on my stomach as she thrashed.

I seized her by the back of the neck and wrenched her off of me. I spun her around and bent her over the bed, pinning her down. I placed a hand between her shoulder blades, the tip of my dick rubbing at her ass.

“Faoril, spank the slut’s ass,” I growled as I crawled onto the bed, moving around her while keeping her pinned. My dick bobbed before me. “She wants it. She craves it. And she deserves it.”

“Las’s horny cock,” snarled Thyrna. “If you think you can get away with this, you are wrong. My sailors love me. They will kill you and—”

I thrust my cock into her mouth. She didn’t bite.

Instead, the slut sucked. I groaned, holding her dark hair in my broad hands, sliding her mouth up and down my cock as Faoril moved behind her, a vicious grin on her pussy-stained lips. Thyrna had tried to take my lover’s power away.

And now it was time for Faoril to take it back.

The cane hissed through the air then cracked on Thyrna’s ass. The pirate captain howled about my dick, her voice vibrating around the sensitive tip. Her butt-cheeks rippled. The cane left a bright, red stripe behind, her flesh rising in a puckered welt.

“That’s it, slut,” I growled. “Take your punishment. This is what you want. When I’m on your ship, you’re my pussycat.”

Crack!

Thyrna bucked and moaned again as I fucked her mouth up and down my cock. She could bite. She could transform into a rakshasa. But she didn’t. Her hands gripped my thighs, holding on tight as my dick slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. She sucked. Her tongue caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled out of her.

Crack!

Faoril’s breasts jiggled as she drew back the cane, a wild lust in her eyes. Juices stained her thighs, her pussy hot and wet. I fucked my hips forward, slamming my cock down the pirate captain’s throat as Faoril cracked the rattan cane down again, painting another red stripe.

“Fuck the slut,” hissed Faoril. “Fuck her mouth. Dump your cum down her throat. You should see her cunt, Thrak. The whore is dripping. She loves this.”

Crack!

“Oh, yes, I can see your lust, whore!” Faoril’s nipples were so hard. They would be so beautiful if they were pierced. “You want me to keep spanking you? Slut!”

Crack!

Every time Faoril canned the rakshasa, Thyrna sucked harder. Her throat constricted about my dick as it rammed down her esophagus. She took it, saliva dribbling out of her mouth, her eyes wild with lust. Her hips shook more and more, her fingers digging into my legs.

And she purred.

I groaned as her purrs massaged my cock, vibrating her larynx and throat. It was wonderful. I slammed my dick all the way down her throat, groaning, savoring the humming sensation. The tip of my dick ached. My balls boiled.

“Fucking slut!” hissed Faoril.

Crack!

“Threaten to hurt my friends!”

Crack!

“And all along, you just wanted Thrak to dominate you!”

Crack!

The rakshasa’s ass leaped. She purred louder. Faoril’s eyes widened. Juices splashed on the floor. Thyrna came just from being spanked. She worked her throat, massaging my cock. I groaned, my balls boiling.

And erupted down her throat.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” I grunted as I poured load after load of jizz down her throat.

“Drink it all, slut!”

Crack!

I grunted as the final blast of my cum shot into her mouth. The pleasure bled through my body. I sucked in deep breaths as I let go of the pirate captain. Her mouth slid off my dick with a wet plop. She licked her lips, sucking in deep breaths.

I stared at her. “You belong to me, right? Your ship is at the disposal of our party.”

She let out a purring moan and rubbed her cheek into my naked thigh. “Yes, Thrak. Yes.” She bit my thigh. “Yours. Just fuck me with that mighty cock.”

“While you lick Faoril’s cunt.”

“Of course,” she moaned. “Anything. Just use me.”

Faoril stared at me in astonishment.

I petted Thyrna’s head and grinned at Faoril. “Have you never had a pet pussycat? I thought you mages loved them.”

“They make me sneeze.” She blinked and then shuddered. “But I would love to have my pussy licked.”

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Chaun

The salty scent of the sea filled my nose as the Golden Hunger knifed through the blue waters of the Nimborgoth. My wife leaned over the railing, her ass pressing against the skirt she wore. Her musical laughs drifted as her light-blue hair waved in the breeze.

I walked to her and peered down at the water for what had caught her attention. Blue-gray dolphins, their bodies sleek and wet, swam along the ship, breaking the surface and singing their own strange, nickering song before diving beneath the waves. There were a dozen of them.

“They like to swim in ship’s wakes,” I told her. “Playing.”

“I can see that,” she said. “They’re cute.”

I leaned against the railing and stared at the rest of the ship. Nearby, Angela gripped the railing, bent over it like Xandra did, but she wasn’t watching the dolphins. Sophia stood beside the knight, rubbing Angela’s lower back and holding back her fiery hair as she emptied her stomach’s contents into the sea.

Everyone else was inside, Thrak and Faoril dealing with the captain’s bold commands while Minx had led off Xera, monopolizing the elf’s cock. She was on her first day of being in heat, having her cock. She would only have two more.

And I wanted to watch the elf fuck my wife with her dick. Xera was the perfect way to ease Xandra out of her rigid morality. She clung to the antiquated notion that marriage meant fidelity. Yes, Luben the God of Love preached it, and there were those men and women who took it seriously.

But where was the fun in that?

If I could convince Xandra to open herself up, it would be easier for me to seduce other women. And I had to do that. I was a changeling. Any married woman was attractive to me. I ached to seduce them.

And Xandra was married. To me. As I stared at her, the white aura that surrounded her made her so appealing. My heart thudded. I loved taking her as myself, revealing in the thrill of a woman who loved me. Who was my wife.

But I still wanted other women.

So how could I get Minx away from Xera? As I listened to my wife’s chortles of delight at the dolphins, my mind worked over the problem. I needed someone to distract Minx. To seduce her. Thrak was out of the picture. The orc was tied up, maybe literally, in the captain’s cabin. And I couldn’t distract the halfling. I wanted the threesome with Xera. To have us share my wife’s body.

It made me so hard.

I needed someone else. And there really only was Sophia. She hadn’t seduced Minx yet. She hadn’t had a chance. And I don’t think Sophia had tried that hard. Not like she had tried to seduce my Xandra. Maybe Minx was too sexually free, or maybe it was the fact Minx enjoyed Xera too much that Sophia hadn’t bothered.

That had to change.

I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass before I sauntered down the deck to Angela and Sophia. The sailors, all big men, eyed my wife with hungry eyes. Seeing Xandra gangbanged, dripping with cum and wearing a smile on her lips shot through my mind.

Maybe one day. Baby steps. Seduction had to be slow. My dick throbbed. Seducing my own wife was intoxicating.

I leaned against the railing as Angela groaned.

“Is it as bad as the trip from Raratha?” I asked.

Angela shook her head. “No, no. Maybe I’m getting used to the rocking… Ugh, why does it have to rock so badly?”

“The ship’s slim and it doesn’t have a wide berm,” I explained, “so it is more affected by the waves. It causes the ship to rock more. And we are going fast, knifing through the seas.”

“How do you know that?” Sophia asked, her green eyes blinking.

I shrugged. “I travel a lot. I’ve sailed up and down the Nimborgoth on many ships. The wider, slower ones don’t rock as much as the faster, leaner ships.”

“Great,” Angela complained. “We had to go and pick a swift pirate ship.”

“Lying down helps,” I added. “And drink lots of water.”

Sophia gave me a look. “Do you want to talk to me, Chaun?”

I shrugged. “Just passing the time. Trying to be helpful.”

She narrowed her eyes as Angela pushed from the railing. The knight muttered something about lying down as she stalked off. Sophia turned, folding her arms before her. She always was a little suspicious of me.

“Did you enjoy my wife?”

“You know I did,” Sophia smirked. She glanced at my wife. “Why, looking to watch me go down on her right on deck? Because I won’t. Too many sailors around. You get to watch, not them.”

I laughed. “You have a perverted mind.”

“I do.” She grinned. “Like you. So what are you thinking about? What naughty idea do you have for your wife next?”

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been with Minx.”

“She’s attached to Xera even when the elf doesn’t have a cock.” Sophia smirked. “Now, I think it’s literal. She’s probably in the cabin with her tiny cunt impaled on the elf’s cock.”

“Probably. Poor Xera.”

“Why poor Xera? I thought all you men, and hermaphroditic elves, loved being in pussy. I don’t blame you, I love fingering and tonguing cunt. It’s the best thing in the world.”

“Must be exhausting. That Minx is insatiable.”

“And if I took Minx off of Xera’s cock, she would be free to fuck your wife?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

Xandra gave a giggle. Out of the corner of my eye, she straightened and turned around. She smiled at me then rushed over, her colorful, sleeveless blouse rippling in the breeze. She stopped before us and threw her arms around my neck, giving me a hungry kiss.

“Dolphin’s done playing?” I asked.

Xandra nodded. “But they were so cute. You would have loved them, Sophia.”

“I would have,” Sophia said, reaching out to stroke Xandra’s hair. “Mmm, and so are you. Want to go into the cabin and relax?”

Xandra blushed and squirmed.

I gave Sophia a look. What was she doing? The acolyte gave me an innocent smile as she stroked my wife’s blushing cheek. Sophia turned Xandra’s chin then leaned over, planting a hot kiss on my wife’s lips.

Xandra squirmed more while my dick ached in my pants, rising to press at my codpiece. Sophia’s tongue probed my wife’s lips. Xandra moaned, her cheeks growing even redder as her sapphire eyes closed.

Then Sophia broke the kiss, leaving my wife gasping. “Are you sure you don’t want to relax with me, Xandra?”

“I-I’m sure.” She looked up at me. “I would rather relax with my husband.”

“Your loss” shrugged Sophia. She glanced at me. “And I’m not touching Minx right now. She is dripping with elf-cum. Eww.”

“What was that about?” Xandra asked as Sophia walked across the deck.

“Just talking about Xera and her big dick and how Minx is monopolizing it.” I glanced down at her.

“It’s…strange seeing her with a cock.”

“I know. She’s so soft, so feminine, and then there is a huge cock. I bet it makes your pussy so hot.”

“Chaun,” she moaned in embarrassment, pressing her face right into my chest. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s okay,” I told her, stroking her hair. “I don’t mind if you think about Xera’s dick. Or Thrak’s.”

“I never would,” she said. “I won’t break our marriage vows.”

An idea popped into my head. We couldn’t play with Xera—yet. But there was another way to mold my wife. “I bet your hot pussy needs satisfaction.”

She lifted her head. A smile grew on her lips. “It does. It would be so husbandly of you to help me out with it.”

“Gladly.” I stroked her face. She was such an innocent creature. Corrupting her would be so much fun. “I love you.”

Her smile grew even more beautiful as she lifted up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the mouth. I did love her. I knew that now. It was intoxicating. I could see the man she was married to, the man she loved dancing through her thoughts.

Me.

How could I not fall in love with her? I lost my heart to her.

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Xandra

I stripped naked and bent over the hammock, the netting pressing on my stomach. It swung me back and forth, my small breasts jiggling as I wiggled my ass at Chaun. I watched him strip. His clothing was so complicated. All these buttons holding everything together. It didn’t come off easily.

But he was finally naked. His skin so ebony. His cock thrust hard before him. I licked my lips and shook my ass, eager to feel him in me. My pussy itched. Juices dripped down my thighs. Sophia’s kiss had aroused me.

I yearned to enjoy her again.

Which was so wicked of me. Just like my thoughts turned to Thrak’s cock and Xera’s dick. Why? I had a husband. I loved him. I didn’t love the others. They didn’t make my heart race for joy. I didn’t miss them when we were apart. I didn’t want to whisper my deepest thoughts and desires to them. My fears.

I didn’t want them to comfort me when I was sad.

But I wanted to fuck them. It was disgusting. I was an avian woman now. Yes, I could not transform into a bird, but that didn’t change what I was. We mated for life. We did not act on our bodies weak desires.

We stayed faithful. Like Luben would want us.

“You’ve been thinking about Thrak’s cock,” Chaun said. “I can see hints of him in your thoughts.”
I blushed. “Y-you know that?”

“Of course. I look at a woman and see whom she loves, and whom she desires.”

I trembled, biting my lip. “Who do I love?”

“Me. And you desire me greatly, but Thrak is on the edges. You want to experience his big cock and strong body. You want to be fucked hard by him.”

My cheeks warmed. I squirmed, my pussy growing juicier as I imagined his swarthy body and thick cock. He was huge, far taller than Chaun or anyone else in the party. Even Xera. And so broad. He was a living rock. Muscular and scarred and so tough.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I know it’s wrong.”

“It’s not.” Chaun touched my ass. “I don’t mind. I find it sexy. I would love to watch Thrak take you. Or for the pair of us to make love to you together. We’ve shared Faoril before. It was hot having the woman please us both.”

“Chaun,” I groaned, so embarrassed. “We’re married.”

“Well, there is a way for you to experience Thrak’s cock without breaking your vows,” he said, his voice growing deeper as he spoke.

My eyes widened as he changed. Transformed. His midnight-black skin became the swarthy red-brown of Thrak. He swelled bigger, his chest expanding, shoulders broadening. His face became fierce, his white hair thick and woolly. And his cock swelled to Thrak’s girth.

My eyes widened, staring at the tip of the huge dick, remembering how it stretched Faoril’s cunt last night. My pussy clenched as Thrak—no, he was my husband—lumbered forward. Rough, large hands seized my hips.

“This is what you want,” he said in the orc’s deep rumble, rubbing that thick cock against my pussy. “Isn’t it, slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned. I didn’t have to hide my feelings from Chaun. I loved him. I could tell him anything, and he would still love me. “Yes, I do. I want to feel it, Thrak.”

Even saying the name, pretending it was the real Thrak and not my husband, sent a shudder through me. This wasn’t cheating, but I could still satisfy my curiosity for the orc’s big cock. I squirmed, the hammock swaying beneath me.

“Fuck me, Thrak. Do it! I need to feel that cock. It looks so big. Faoril loved it.” The words poured out of me, my desires revealed. It was safe to speak them, to unleash them. I wasn’t breaking my marriage vows.

Only pretending to.

Thrak rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. I groaned, savoring the tip pushing apart my lips, teasing me. My toes curled as they dangled off the hammock. My nipples ached so much. I pinched them as he teased me.

“Please, please, I’m so wet. I don’t need any foreplay. Just your cock, Thrak. In me.”

“Eager to break your marriage vows. To fuck my cock. What would your husband think?”

“That he has a hot, sexy wife. A slut.” I pinched harder at my nipples. They were connected to my pussy. The sensations shot right down to them. I squirmed, moaning louder. My nipples were so hard. They ached.

“You think he would approve?” The tip of the dick entered my pussy. The hammock swung, his cock moving me forward. And then the hammock swung backward, and my pussy slid down Thrak’s big, thick cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I shouted, not caring about the question as my pussy was stretched. Thrak’s cock was huge. It widened me. I shuddered, my ass clenching and relaxing. I liked the size of the dick. My hot cunt gripped it, pleasure shooting through me. “So big.”

“Would your husband approve?” growled Thrak, his rough hands rubbing up and down my back, and sides.

“He would,” I moaned. “He wants to watch me with others. To know that I’m his hot, slutty wife. I don’t know why. He shouldn’t want anyone to touch me. He should want me all to himself.”

“But you’re just so beautiful.” Thrak’s rumbling voice made me shiver. The hammock creaked, swinging slightly, moving my pussy an inch up his cock. Pleasure rippled through me. His dick teased my pussy. “He wants to see your passion explode, to watch you writhe and feel pleasure. He wants to share it with you.”

“He wants to fuck other women,” I moaned, squirming. A surge of anger shot through me. “I’m his wife. He shouldn’t want anyone but me.”

“And you want to fuck other men. Me.”

The rumbling words made me shuddered again, my body rocking, the hammock swinging, sliding my pussy an inch or two up and down his cock. I gasped, loving the sensation. Thrak was right. I wanted to be with other men.

But I didn’t want to break my vows. That wasn’t Thrak fucking me but Chaun. I wasn’t cheating. “It would be so wrong.”

“And that adds its own spice. It’s what makes your cunt so wet. How wrong this is? You’re breaking your vows, Xandra. And it makes your pussy so hot. Your snatch’s clenching on my dick. Your pussy is boiling. Your juices dripping. You love this.”

“I do. I’m such a wicked wife.” The words increased my excitement. My hips undulated. I swung the hammock by moving my arms, sliding my cunt up and down his cock. It was so wicked. My hair dangled and my nipples throbbed.

“You are a wicked wife,” Thrak groaned and seized my hips.

He didn’t fuck me. He slid my pussy up and down his cock. The hammock creaked and groaned as I swung back and forth, his cock sawing in and out of my depths. I loved it. My toes curled as they brushed the wood decking. His dick went so deep in me when he swung me close then slid out to the tip, leaving me aching to be filled.

I gasped and moaned, loving every second of it. I was such a wicked wife for enjoying Thrak’s cock. He was so big. My pussy squirmed and clenched. I bit my lip as the pleasure swelled in my depths.

Thrak swung me faster. I bottomed out on his cock, slapping into his groin. My clit throbbed at the impact. Pleasure shot through me. My pussy clenched on his dick. I groaned and gasped. I wiggled my hips, loving his dick so deep in me. I groaned as he pushed me away. My flesh clung to him. He was so big it almost hurt.

I ached as his hips thrust.

The smack of our flesh grew louder. His balls thwacked against my clit. They were heavy, filled with his cum. His thrusts slapped me forward, the hammock swinging as my juices kept me lubed. I moaned and bit my lip, swiveling my hips as the pleasure swelled.

“Let me hear you moan. How much do you love my cock?”

“It’s so good,” I groaned. “Oh, Thrak, it almost hurts. I ache, but I love it. I want to cum. I’m going to cum.”

“Good. Cum, slut. Let me feel that married cunt spasm on my dick. Be the whore. Let it explode out of you.”

“Yes, Thrak.”

My body twisted as the pleasure built. His dick sent naughty flutters through me with each thrust. I gasped and groaned. Every thrust ignited the fires inside of me. They swelled, burning hotter and hotter, threatening to consume me.

I wanted them to consume me.

“Yes, yes, yes, Thrak. So good. I love your cock fucking me. Oh, yes. I’m such a wicked wife. So wicked… Oh, Luben, forgive me!”

I came.

My pussy spasmed on his dick. I thrashed on the hammock, the diamond-patterned twine digging into my stomach as my hair flew about my head. The pleasure burned out of my pussy, consuming my flesh. An inferno of rapture burned through my mind. I milked his cock with my hot cunt, bucking and thrashing.

“Yes, Thrak. So good.”

“You’re cumming hard,” he grunted, hand squeezing me. “Your married cunt’s eager for my cum.”

“So eager.” My toes curled. “Cum in me.” It was so wrong to beg another man to cum in my pussy. “Yes, yes, fill me with your jizz. I’m such a wicked wife.”

Thrak grunted and thrust his dick into my spasming pussy. Another orgasm roared out of my cunt, burning me with wicked delight. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as the bliss consumed me. Thrak buried his cock into me.

His hot jizz flooded me. I was such a naughty wife. My mind burned, consumed by the rapture. The fires raged through me while I gasped and moaned, my naughty cunt milking every drop of his cum into my pussy.

Another man’s cum. I loved it.

“Oh, Thrak,” I moaned as the pleasure receded.

“Xandra,” he panted, his voice thick with pleasure. He pulled out of me. I didn’t fight as he rolled me over onto my back, my legs hanging off the side, his jizz dripping out of me. He loomed over me and leaned down to kiss me.

I closed my eyes then froze, for a single moment forgetting that it was my husband in Thrak’s form. He came closer. I felt his breath on me. I licked my lips, eager to kiss my lover and…

“No, no. Not as Thrak. As you.” I ripped my eyes open. I wanted Thrak to kiss me. “Please, Chaun.”

The smile on Thrak’s lips changed, becoming the cocky grin of my husband as he shrank, black skin replacing swarthy, silvery hair sprouting from woolly. My husband’s face appeared. I seized his neck and pulled him down for a hard kiss. My legs locked about his waist, pulling him in. His hard cock nudged my pussy lips.

“I need my true husband,” I moaned, breaking the kiss. “Not Thrak. He was too big. I’m sore. It was good, but it hurt. You don’t.”

He smiled at me and kissed me again as he thrust into my cum-filled pussy. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of a dick that wasn’t too huge. But just right. I didn’t need Thrak or other men.

Well, maybe occasionally it was fun. And maybe…if Chaun was with me…

No. No, no, no. Just Chaun.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Do you think we’ll find the Mirage Gardens easily?” Sophia asked as she cuddled next to me in my hammock. It was tight and her every movement made it squirm.

Which did not help my stomach.

“Of course,” I said.

“Easily?”

“Probably not.” I grinned at my lover. “But when does anything ever go easy for us.”

She smiled, stroking my hair. Her brown hair fell about her face. Her small breasts were naked, nipples hard. They were in easy reach, beading with her milk. Whenever a new bout of nausea came on me, I just had to suckle and feel better.

It was so wonderful of her to be here, nursing me, loving me.

I watched an errant bead of milk trickle down from her nipple, crossing her small mound before reaching my flesh. It was warm and creamy. My nose flared, catching the scent, I squirmed and licked my lips.

“Feeling nausea?” Sophia asked.

“Just hungry,” I purred and leaned over, latching onto her nipple.

The hammock swayed as I drank. Sophia purred as her milk flowed into my mouth. It was thick and creamy. I swallowed it. The milk poured down my mouth and warmed my belly. It was so delicious. I closed my eyes, nursing hard.

Sophia’s hand crept down my body. She pressed between my naked thighs and found me wet. I sighed about her nipple as her fingers lightly played with my clit, stimulating me, teasing me, but not making me cum.

“It’s out there in the Halanian Desert,” Sophia purred. “They say you have to make an offering to the efreet who rules it to enter. A gift in the middle of the desert. A nubile, naked woman.”

I suckled harder.

“He has a harem,” she continued. “Dusky-skinned jinn, demigoddess of uncountable beauty. Dark eyes, long lashes, and all trained to please.”

Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit as her excitement grew. I nursed as Sophia drifted into her fantasy. Her red lips moved. I stared at them as my pussy clenched. Pleasure tingled through me, my clit aching.

“Doesn’t that sound perfect? All those sexy jinn lounging in a beautiful garden. Pools of water, green plants. Making love with each other amid perfumed censors. It sounds like paradise. It would be perfect if there wasn’t an efreet.”

“Mmm, but with him gone. It would be amazing. Making love to those beautiful jinn, licking their pussies, suckling on their breasts. I bet they taste like honey. Oh, my Queen, can you imagine it?”

I pictured Sophia’s pale body amid their dusky flesh, hands touching, roaming, women sighing. My hips undulated as her milk squirted into my mouth. Every swallow warmed my belly more, drifting down to my pussy and my swelling orgasm.

It did sound like the perfect place for Sophia. I wanted to see her frolicking in the gardens, moving from jinn to jinn, licking and fucking, fingering and fisting. She would make them all cum. They would gasp and moan. She would writhe and be so beautiful.

My toes curled as the pleasure built. I gasped as my pussy clenched. The hammock swung. Her finger circled my clit, teasing it, rubbing it, massaging it. I suckled hard, milk squirting into my mouth as the pleasure crested in me.

And spilled bliss through my body.

“Yes, yes, Angela, you see it,” moaned Sophia, still stroking me. “You see them. That’s it. Cum while picturing us in the Mirage Gardens.”

The pleasure roared through me. My mouth fell from her nipple so I could gasp, “Yes, yes, you would be so beautiful among them. Oh, Sophia. So good.”

“I live to please you, my Queen,” purred Sophia.

She rubbed my clit through my orgasm. I shuddered, my pillowy tits heaved and then the pleasure retreated. I smiled at her, my hand reaching up, stroking her cheeks. She grinned and lifted her fingers, sticky with my juices, to her lips.

“We’ll find the Mirage Gardens,” I told her. “We’ll need a guide or something. A way to navigate the desert. We have to be deep in it to find the gardens. Traveling to one of the oasis the Halanians live at.”

“A caravan,” Sophia grinned. “Maybe there’ll be another Halanian belly dancer. I need to learn how to dance better. Then I’ll make your pussy explode.”

“I can’t wait,” I grinned.

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Yowlia – The Free City of Hargone

I followed behind my master, Farson, lead by my chain connected to my collar, the only thing I wore. I smiled as the bare-chested, Halanian men watched me, thick scimitars hanging from the colorful slashes holding up their beige pantaloons. They were all guards for the merchant who lay beyond the screen of pink silk.

My master, wearing the black armor of a Shizhuthian warleader, pushed aside the silk and stepped into the merchant’s office. The man looked up and nodded. He, too, was Halanian, with ebony skin and an oiled, white beard drawn to a point. He wore a thick turban decorated in gold chains and had rings on each finger studded with precious gems.

“Welcome, welcome,” Aswunt said. “When my overseer said a Shizhuthian wanted to guard my caravan, well, I had to see that with my own eyes. Very impressive. You even have a lamia slave.”
Farson grunted. “You travel the deep deserts?”

“Yes, yes,” nodded Aswunt. “Dangerous. Many bandits, but also much wealth to be had. The spices grown around the oasis, each one different, each one worth so much to the lands across the Nimborgoth. You’ll make a silver a day.”

“A gold.”

I blinked at that. My master wanted to join the caravan because the knight would need to hire one. Farson believed she would arrive today or tomorrow. He wanted to kill her in the deep desert during a raid of desertmen or a sandstorm. To kill her in the confusion.

Her allies were powerful.

So we needed to be hired. I did not understand why he haggled. And asked so much? What if the merchant rejected him?

“A gold,” laughed the merchant. “Preposterous. You think you’re worth a dozen armed men? Two silver. Nothing more.”

“A gold.” Repeated my master. Farson folded his arms, still holding to my leash.

My tail swung behind me. My ears twitched. What was he doing?

“Two silver, no more. Take it or leave. I have preparations to make. I don’t have time to— Seljan’s contract!”

The shadows in the room moved and writhed. One tickled my pussy as I knelt, a soft caress as my master worked the powers he learned in Shizhuth. The merchant clutched at his chest as shadows reached for him.

“Shadowmancer,” Aswunt gasped, sweat pouring down his ebony brow, bejeweled fingers pulling at pointed beard. “One gold. Yes, yes. One gold. You are worth it.”

The shadows leaped back to normal. “Good. And you leave on the morning after tomorrow, yes?”

“At dawn.”

Farson’s armor creaked as he bowed. “We shall be there.”

Waiting for Angela. My claws flexed as I purred in happy delight. Master would kill her, and we would earn such a bounty.

To be continued…

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This is a continuing story of a young white womans quest to bare a child for a black childless couple and her travels through rape and abusive sex with numerous black men!

The Interracial Sexual Surrogate

Chapter three

With the belt around her neck, the one brother buckled it choking her to the point of being difficult to breathe! Once this was done it allowed Deanna some relief, she had been told that to fight back and resist would guarantee the most brutal and abusive rape! But the tight belt left her helplessly under his control, as all it took was only a slight tug to restrict and detour any resistance! She was led over and behind several old trash dumpsters. Still naked and now obedient Deanna was roughly pulled along helplessly by only his belt!
This place was exactly as she had imagined, the sound of police sirens off in the distance, the colorful gang graffiti that was painted all over the walls and buildings along the alleyway left her heart pounding with anticipation! She could hardly keep up stumbling along almost tripping several times in only her heels! There is just something that is so perversely appealing about a woman wearing hi heels and nothing else it makes a woman’s legs caves thighs and buttock so shapely, and sinfully inviting! Add to it big beautiful naked breasts and bare ass cheeks jostling swaying and jiggling so perversely unencumbered made the men following along behind instantly hard!

The two bald headed brothers had worked together as a team before, while doing women like Deanna and knew exactly what to do, especially to scare the shit out of a naked helpless young white women like her.. The fact that they had been told in detail Deanna’s fantasy, one of being raped and having kinky abusive sex with black brothers, an that they could use her fantasy or add their own thoughts and perverted twist? The other four were more than willing to just watch and wait their turn, to sexually abuse her!. For Deanna to be set up with men like this even though they had agreed, not to leave any permanent marks or disfigure her in anyway did not guarantee that they, in the heat of the moment would honor this request!

When you ask men like this from the street to rape your wife, you take the chance of them crossing the line, and they doing the most sadistic degrading and despicable things to her one could imagine! But Deanna’s fantasy along with her lust for harsh perverted sex and the fact that this brutal back alley fucking might actually help get her pregnant, seemed at least to start, ever more sinfully appealing!She also had a pussy that even after having six children seemed to always return to its original tight little slit! But there was no doubt that all of the sex to come, would be hard, cum filled, bareback and obviously unprotected! Deanna several days prior to this, had been reading one of her favorite books, it was titled “Wreck My Wife” , and was one of the first publications back in the early 70s of interracial sex where submissive white married women and well endowed black males were willingly placed together for sex!
It was a time before the kinky fetish models and created situations of today, and most all of those pictured in the magazine were of real people actually doing things that others up until this time had only fantasized about!.
The stories and pictures were also real, and for Deanna this was a sinful turn on, as these stories of interracial sexual perversion were ones that had helped peak her interest and fantasy for harsh abusive prolonged sex, along with her perverse wanting of being raped by black men! The pages of this book were worn, and the deliriously smoking hot parts of the story were ones where the pages were folded over! This book was something I had found quite by accident!

But the “Wreck My Wife” theme was one I made sure was passed along to these men, so that they more than anyone were aware of her thoughts! Deanna was going to experience not only this, and a lot more in spades so to speak!

The one brother had grabbed Deanna’s wrists holding them tightly behind her back, and the other in keeping with my suggestion to scare the shit out of her had produced a nasty looking switchblade knife, ..had flicked it open and held it up in front of her face! The razor sharp polished blade gleamed in the half light of the dark alley, and her eyes widened in horror as he lovingly took his time fondling each of her big soft white breasts! Then pulled one of her swollen puckered nipples up firmly between his fingers holding it tight, and with the sharp knife just barely sliced the naked tender skin between the creamy white of the breast, and the darker brown of her areola! Deanna with her heart pounding almost fainted dead away in fright, as the brother said,… if you can suck me and my helpful friends,… and get us off, and cum really good, maybe, …just maybe you might leave here with both of your precious nipples!…..
Then…. expertly flung the knife, that stuck with a thud firmly into the wooden window sill of the closest building!.With something like this in mind he had earlier told all of his black brothers to hold off cumming as long as possible, so she would have to suck for all she was worth, thinking that to do otherwise would leave her nippleless and disfigured! The fact was, that he had no intention of cutting off her nipples, and had only threatened in order to see that she become ever more submissive and a very obedient cock sucker!
One of the four had found an old short saw horse that had been painted red next to the dumpsters and had dragged it over telling her to straddle it? Then using black nylon electrical wire ties secured first her wrists and the her ankles to the saw horse!

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This left her naked helpless and barely able to move? After which he started sadistically smacking her ass cheeks harder and harder with only his bare hand! Then encouraging the others to have a good whack at her wiggling shapely full figured bottom! “Whack, Whack, Whack! The sound of bare naked flesh and a firm black hand could be heard up and down the alley as it echoed off the colorful graffiti painted brick walls and the wooden buildings!
For Deanna to be threatened like this, and then harshly spanked like a young disobedient school girl while naked and helpless in front of six fully dressed black men only helped to keep her excited, and terrified! But it also kept her on the very edge of sexual climax! The other brother had gotten down on his knees behind her, as her well shaven white puffed up pubic mound had surrounded accented and pooched out her cunt lips so perversely! But it was her swollen clitoris that had attracted his curious attention? Jeez!… He said as he first fingered it in wonder, then carefully squeezed and pulled it,… hey look at this? Deanna first gasped, then let out a most pleasurable moan Ohoooo! OMG thought Deanna, not knowing? As he squeezed it even harder, then with her holding her breath wondering, as he held it tight for a moment! Her moan instantly changed to a startled yelp! Ouch,…eeeeeeee…! Then begged, ..pleading don’t hurt me, pleeeze don’t ? OMG! “Not MY Clit”!…..???..

His comment and her reaction had focused all of these sexual deviates attention directly on Deanna’s incredibly stimulated clit! The brother that had threatened to cut off her nipples only moments ago seeing another opportunity to coerce and intimidate Deanna , especially into doing even more sinful humiliating and disgusting sex acts, had retrieved the knife and again flashed it in front of her eyes? Now with her bent over unable to see behind… what they were were going to do, and helplessly secured to the saw horse, had joined his brother, they with the others intently watching proceeded to intimidate Deanna, all the more!

With his voice loud enough so Deanna could hear, was also intrigued at the size of her clit! Said,… it would be a shame to cut something like this off! As he now holding the wet throbbing flesh could feel her warm excited pulse on the very tips of his fingers as her heart pounded away, she still not knowing what he was going to do next, trembled with uncertain fear an trepidation?

Her “Clit” now bigger and sensitive than ever in the excitement of the moment easily responded to the slightest touch! Then said as he gave a knowing wink to his brother! If she can’t give us some really good deep throat head,… I guess we will just have to cut this sweet little thing right off !

For Deanna the thought of not only her nipples being cut off, but also her most intimate fleshy treasure insured that she was going to be the most ardent and aggressive cock sucking head hunting whore one could ever imagine!
The brother that appeared to have what earlier looked like a beer belly, had walked around in front of her undid his belt and whipped out a big cock that surprisingly had left his stomach flat and smooth, as she could see his big black meat wagging around, that was fast becoming harder by the second ! With Deanna’s mouth wide open helplessly begging from the threat and her clitoral abuse, and before she could say anything else or cringe away he had taken his male organ, and easily forced it down into her willing throat! The other brother still with a really good hold on her clit, and it… in between his thumb and forefingers squeezed it even harder, really twisting and pulling on it, as hard, and sadistically as he could!
For Deanna this was instant and horribly painful, but with the cock in her mouth she could not scream at all, and was only able to emit a choking submissive high pitch groan! Those watching could easily see the outline of his cock and cock head enlarging the soft skin of her throat grotesquely as it went down, deeper and deeper!

The brother still on his knees and playing with her clit had taken a small black nylon wire tie and easily looped it around the base of her swollen clitoris and then pulled it tight!

For Deanna the sensation was instant and incredible, then the abuser had again taken his sharp knife with her clit swollen had just barely pricked it several times, teasing and testing to see if he could puncture the throbbing blood filled membrane that was almost ready to burst!

Under normal circumstances a woman experiencing something like this would have screamed her head off, and this of course would have draw the attention of at least several concerned citizens, but there were no concerned citizens any where near, even if they were and she was able to call for help, in this part of the city it probably would have made little difference! With one big cock down her throat and her clit lassoed tight, the one behind stood up unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock! Then with it out, used the head to rub against the incredibly swollen sensitive abused skin of her tightly lassoed clitoris, then started rubbing and beating the hard black cock head, forcefully against this swollen fleshy orb harder and harder, the results had made his dick more than rock hard!

But for Deanna this abuse only increased her desire to suck cock and be hard fucked! To rub the black skin of his cock head against her “Lilly White Incredibly Sensitive Clitoris” had made its fair skin turn a dark pink! But bare stimulated skin, his black and her’s white had produced wonderfully incredible sensations for both as she was more than ready for what was something she could not stop, nor for the moment did she want to!

For Deanna to suck cock was not something she had willingly done with me, but when naked bound, and hiding behind a blindfold, she seemed much more willing and interested in doing so! The fact that she was, and had been used abused and stimulated numerous times already today and that the cock was big and black had made this, and her fantasy of rape ever so more sinfully perverse and appealing!

With the black fingers of several perverts probing her mouth and cunt while others were abusing her hanging down breasts, the one with his big black cock down her throat face fucking her, had started skidding the saw horse she was tied to away from him! The one that had been rubbing his cock against her clit now let it easily slip in as he started to hard fuck her juicy pussy from behind first stopping, and then pushing her back in the opposite direction! The battle was on as each brother tried to out do the other! Now with Deanna in the middle, sucking sounds of sexual pleasure Ummn,… ummm as she was experiencing the brunt so to speak of these two big black brothers that were harshly fucking her with brutal thrusts of sexual abuse, at one end and then the other!

Harder and harder the one in front forced his cock in, she actually tried to swallow it as her nose was smashed helplessly against his kinky pubic hair and into the center of his pelvic bone! The one behind was really getting in deep! Her bubble butt ass cheeks would spread wide and ripple obscenely out to each side and then with waves of soft flesh would roll back and forth with each brutal thrust! She would cringed making the most ungodly sound and her facial expressions changed from wonder to fright as she was brutally face fucked at the front and her sweet pink little pussy was getting it the same at the rear!
The look on Deanna’s face is priceless!

OMG! For Deanna it was fantasy come true! The Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! Of a big black cock through her smeared red lips and deep in her throat! The sound of hard black meat and the soft wet flesh of her mouth and throat meeting each other was so sinfully perverted, her being bound and naked in front of others was even more humiliating as she was well used and hard fucked at both ends in this dark back alley!

It was so…., good for all three as Deanna was doing her best to suck them off, and for the two brothers it was difficult to hold back and keep from cumming and blow their loads, the fact that she was getting better and better at sucking and pleasuring them was becoming apparent! These two had switched and the same sucking and fucking sexual abuse started all over again! Deanna was starting to panic as several aggressive blow jobs had passed with neither of these men cumming? The truth was that it was all the brothers could do to keep from forcefully ejaculating and blowing her head off with their more than ready hot sperm!

Just as she thought the one was about to cum he pulled out as she tried to hold on to his cock with her lips as tightly as she could? But it ended with a nasty sucking slurp and the word “Nooo as she helplessly begged for his ready to cum cock and its return”! Then he was replaced by another , and this was one of four that hated the white establishment! Was hell bent on taking out his frustration and hate filled sadistic feelings on Deanna, my naked helpless young wife! Her ass was slapped really hard again and again as her ass cheeks jiggled wildly, her big breasts still hanging down now so sore and abused flopped back and forth as they were vulnerable bare and unencumbered! This lesson was repeated over and over again as the other three had the same feelings of giving her the most harsh and brutal treatment they could, and as each took their turn they seemed to go after her even harder than the two brothers had!

OMG! Deanna felt her hair being pulled and her asshole stretched and violated as a hard black cock forced its way in! She screamed groaned and cried Ow! Ow, ow, oh…No! Um ummn.. Ouch! All at once as her facial expressions again contorted in painful anguish! But it was the kind of pain her fantasy seemed to crave! Again, and again the saw horse with her helplessly bound to it, scraped the alleyway as it and her were scooted back and forth partially hidden by the big dumpsters! Six big black men with enormous hard cocks, and each of them taking turn after turn on her naked helpless mouth asshole and pussy! OMG! Deanna had been hard fucked well over a dozen times, and in both ends! For Deanna now in ever more of a panic,.. as none had seemed to ejaculated, she could feel them so close,…. well up and almost but, …just before they would have gone off, would pull their dicks out! They must have been supermen she thought,… as she sucked so deep and so hard she was getting dizzy and her head was beginning to hurt?

Dream like visions of a perverted smile from one of these sadistic men, one that seemed to have her bloody nipple in his hand flashed across her mind like pages of a book being flipped through at a rapid pace! Then the same image again, only this time was of her most intimate swollen clitoris that had blood spurting from the dark pink severed flesh,… was in his other hand? OMG! Deanna sucked and humped her pussy up and back, as hard as she possibly could, trying her best to rid her mind of the bloody thought, and trying even harder to get them off! Now bound and terrified that none had cummed and with the thought they might actually cut her nipples, or clit off? With the thought and this picture vividly etched in her mind she was surprised to have the black nylon ties around her wrists and ankles cut free as one of the men with snips easily did this leaving her with the ability to move?…

Once free and still terrified with the thought of being cut! Her mind was flooded with mixed sexual emotions and sadistic feelings, one that begs her to resist and fight back with all might as to do so will insure ever harsher sexual abuse something Deanna subconsciously craves!

Her strength was slowly coming back but these big men again have no trouble easily overpowering her! This was followed by being pulled screaming, by her hair over to the cushion of a large back seat from a full sized sedan! Then she was slammed down hard, this had stunned her for a moment leaving her naked helpless and on her back! The one brother still held the belt tight around her neck, the others had first grabbed her legs then taken her wrists, followed by her ankles and were holding them out to each side and pulling them wider and wider apart! Being naked and held helplessly with her well used cunt wide open, plus having her incredibly stimulated swollen clitoris, that was still lassoed had focused it as the center of attention, and only added to her concern, and their sadistic perverted lust!

With Deanna naked helplessly held wide open and on her back one of the four, produced and enormous cock well over 12” and with her wiggling about and dripping from all of the attention and hard fucking made it easy to slam this thing deep into her well used slit! First the big head spread her folds and slit as it plunged into her with all his weight! Not even trying to slow, as it passed her pelvic bone and the big head popped through then went all the way,.. only stopping when it could travel no more! Deanna first screamed almost crying then started to beg and plead no, oh please no! Its to big its to deep she sobbed, I can’t please don’t its hurting me? OMG! Please don’t! All this vocal plea had done was to insure that this was going to be the most brutal treatment yet! One of these men had slapped her face again then placed his hand over her mouth and pinched her nose almost smothering her, and at the same time telling her to shut the fuck up!

Another one of the men that was not fucking her had started slapping her big tits as the others joined in whacking them harder yet! Deanna’s clit seemed to swell up even more, as her body easily responded to the big cock, and her fantasy also added to this brutal rape! Her legs were pulled back over her shoulders for a moment and one of her hands became loose, and as she waved it around it had found and taken hold of a big black dick! Then the one guy that had been fucking her deep, with his big black balls slapping against her wet cunt lips, had only done so for several minutes then had reluctantly pulled out even before he could cum?

She was both relieved and then disappointed when they pulled her up on her feet? It was just for a moment,.. only to be helped on top of another guy that was on his back, he had taken her place with his big cock standing straight up! She now trying to help these rapists actually grabbed his cock and guided it in! Then put her hands on his chest and let the rest of her weight help, as it easily allowed her to be impaled to the hilt! Now it was she, that was jamming her sweet pink little well used pussy and swollen clit down harder and harder on his big black cock as her tits gyrated around wildly!

From behind one could see her well shaven folds and pubic area easily spread as she bent forward as the monster cock did its thing! He had grabbed the soft white flesh of her ass cheeks with his black hands and helped slam her down onto his dick even harder! Then another cock had found her mouth and with her helping again started sucking on it! At about the same time another had climbed on top and from the back forced his cock in her asshole and started hard humping her rear end! For Deanna being humped from behind in both her pussy and ass had only increased her enthusiasm to suck first one and then another big black cock as she tried to help them cum by sucking on one and jacking the other one, but still no one had cummed?………….

Deanna now bent forward and being fucked good in her mouth ass and pussy was the ultimate, as the one that had been ass fucking her pulled free! But was replaced by another, however this guy was a bit more devious and sadistic, and her asshole was not his interest as he slowly forced his cock into her pussy that already had one big black cock in it! OMG! She still in tears really screamed and screamed as the deep one was just enjoying her and the other one really started thrusting harder and harder as the two cocks now occupied a tight pink vaginal tunnel where only one had been only moments ago! She had tried to move forward and pull away, but his strong black hands held her ass cheeks just below her waist, belling out the soft flesh of her bubble butt as he forcefully pulled her back making it almost impossible for her to get away!

She was hollering and begging for them to stop between cocks screams and tearful groans that slowly changed to pleasurable moans as another big cock was stuck in her face to suck on! For Deanna it was a screech of incredible stuffed pleasure from an orgasm that started deep within her womb raced through her more than stimulated body,.. and one that shook her to the very depths of her sexual fantasy! OMG! Was it good as she shook shuddered and squirted uncontrollably on the end of two cocks with this incredible wonderful feeling of sexual relief !

No one especially her would have ever believed that one big black cock like this could fit in her sweet pink pussy let alone two! But it did, and was a tight fit very tight, the one holding her ass cheeks now that the two were deep in her had let go and was really smacking her naked ass cheeks with his bare hands harder and harder!
Deanna was surprised,… almost helpless at first that she was pushed forward from one and then helped up and off of him? But another quickly took his place on the seat, as she was turned around then was forced down on top of his big cock as it was shoved straight up her tender ass! The rough treatment started all over again as another big cock was thrusted in her pussy and began pumping in and out as hard as he could! In only minutes one of the brothers yelled really loud! “Now”!… On some sort of prearranged word!… The one in her pussy pulled out leaving her impaled as she sat with this dick up her ass as he let go of her !

This was the signal for them to let loose their cum, and cum they did! Deanna was hit right between the eyes with the first of these five men’s incredible cum loads almost blinding her!

Then the big cock head still spurting cum was stuck through her red lips and into her mouth as they screamed at her to suck! Barely able to see and starting to gag from cum, one after the other first blew their load in her face, and then she was forced to suck the warm gooey cum in, an swallow it, she tried to suck each of them for all she was worth! Finally with her still impaled and this big hard cock up her ass, she was barely able to see, when the one brother said hold her tight ! I want me a souvenir?, and I’m gonna get me a really good one!……….

He had again taken the knife and had gotten between her wide open thighs as she was held tight, and had tried to grab hold of her swollen more than ever stimulated clitoris! At the same time the one under her pulled back and out as she was jerked up off of him and the cushion,..worried not wanting to get his dick or black balls mistakenly cut as he scrambled back out of the way! OMG! For Deanna with her eyes almost blinded with cum was barely able to see the gleaming razor sharp knife flash,… and now with adrenalin rushing through her body, coupled with terrified almost super human strength, was kicking her legs twisting and thrashing about violently trying to free herself and pull away!

His fingers kept slipping off her slick wet clit again and again as he tried to grab hold of her swollen sex organ waving the knife like a wild man! He was finally able to secure a good hold, as Deanna’s strength was waning! Then the sound of police siren could be heard close by! The bright flash of the gleaming knife was the last thing Deanna could see through her cumfilled eyes, as the knife came closer and closer she could feel the cold steel next to the fleshy meat of her oversensitive puffed up “Clitoris “! Then as the knife started to move a sharp burning pain was felt in her genitals!… This was followed by the most godawful blood curdling scream EeeeeAwaaaaa ! As it was emitted from Deanna’s bruised lips as she now knew for sure all was lost, and had fainted dead away!… As all of this was happening,.. the bright lights of a car had turned into the alleyway and started honking its horn!

The men holding Deanna had, by prearranged agreement unceremoniously dropped her naked ass on the pavement and made a hasty retreat in all directions! As she hit the pavement her big soft bottom hit first, this had cushioned and awaken her from what she thought at first ,was a bad dream! But the reality of a brutal rape quickly returned, and what she thought had happened? She blinked and tried again to see through cum filled eyes! Still stunned and dazed as she lay there in the alley with the bright lights of the car still on her naked body, and coming closer?. Her hands first tried to wipe the cum from her eyes, then had gone to her nipples and was she ever much relieved to find them harder than ever, and still very much intact!

But OMG! Now even more uncertain,…….. and not so sure,… as her hands left her nipples,.. and slowly very slowly descended to her painful burning pubic area, still uncertain, and almost dreading what she might find? Thinking that her swollen wonderful clitoris was gone,…. and that her fingers would emerge with only the bloody remnants of her most intimate tender treasure, and the nothingness of where it had once been?
Oh,no! God! OMG! No, no, not something so horrible as this,…………. Oh please no?……………..Flooded insanely through her warped sex craved mind!

Continued in Chapter four

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A mother discovers her daughter is kinkier than she thought

This is another Deirdre tribute from 1994. Enjoy!

Voicemail
by Virtual Scott

I was in my daughter Mimi’s room balancing the phone handset on one shoulder and trying to paw through the stack of college admissions paperwork. I’d gotten a busy signal again. I cursed the guidance counselors under my breath as I almost dropped the entire file on the floor. My finger, which had been headed for the “redial” button on Mimi’s fancy phone, jerked and hit the last, unlabeled, speed dial setting instead.

I realized my mistake when instead of hearing Mr. Walkerson answer, a sultry voice purred, “Slut! I command you-” I started flailing for the switchhook but before I could reach it the voice was interrupted by a beep and several more tones — the speed dial sequence was still running! A new voice, of the type beloved by phone companies, mechanically announced, “You have — one — new message. Touch ‘7’ to hear the next unplayed message.”

The temptation to just hang up was great, but I wanted to find out what Mimi was up to. She’d always seemed so normal and well-behaved. I had to know more. After sitting down, I punched the button and listened as my illusions were shattered.

“It’s Tammy. Oh God, Mistress, I want to cum so bad,” cooed this young-sounding girl — I could hear the capitalization of ‘Mistress’ in her tone — “just thinking about you! You shouldn’t have whipped me so hard, I’m scared my mom will notice and I can hardly sit down, but it feels so good!” She sounded breathless, and I was getting that way quickly myself, although not from arousal! “I haven’t brushed since so I can keep the taste of you in my mouth, but oh I want to be with you again so much! Please, I’ll be your slave whenever you want. Call me soon! Bye!”

Mindlessly I followed the machine’s instructions to discard the message and exit the voicemail system, then hung up. The previously-important paperwork sat unnoticed on my lap while I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of my problem. What had happened to my little girl, the high school honors student and Sunday school star? It sounded like she had turned into some whip-wielding lesbian slut and I hadn’t even noticed!

“Hi, Mrs. Gianelli, I was looking for Mimi. Is anything wrong?” I jumped and the entire file cascaded to the floor. Muttering a curse, I dropped to me knees and began collecting the papers. Juliet Miner, Mimi’s best friend from down the street, came over to help me. I thought about what to say as we cleaned up the mess; Mimi and Juliet were nearly inseparable and certainly she was nearly a second daughter to me.

I knew Juliet was really bright, probably even smarter than Mimi, and had a good level head on her shoulders. (My husband Barry had said more than once, in his usual sexist fashion, that the rest of her was pretty good too.) I’d already decided I couldn’t tell Barry about this — he’d probably get excited about it, the pig — but I had to talk it over with somebody. And Juliet was planning to major in psychology, wasn’t she?

She took it well, better than I had, actually. Juliet remained calm, worked to get me to talk it out, and managed to clamp down on the shock I was sure she must have felt. Finally, though, I burst out, “What am I going to do?” Her answer was interrupted by the slamming front door and Mimi’s call, “Hi mom, I’m home! Is Juliet here yet?” Juliet sssh’ed me and promised we’d talk more tomorrow, but to act normal for now.

It was nearly the hardest thing I’d done to pretend nothing had happened and let Mimi hug me and give me a peck on the cheek before she departed with Juliet. Barry, as usual, was oblivious to my mood that evening and wasn’t interested in doing anything when we went to bed. It was just as well. I didn’t think I could have done anything with visions of Mimi letting some girl lick her running through my mind.

My impatience was rewarded the next day when Juliet showed up unusually early for our talk. “Don’t worry,” she reassured me when she saw my expression, “I ditched calc but I’m acing the course. And Mimi is important to me, too. This way we have time to chat without being interrupted.” She dumped her bookbag on the floor and plopped on the couch across from me. “What do you think we should do?”

I was relieved to note her unconscious use of “we” — it meant a lot to me that I wouldn’t be on my own in this. “I think I should just confront her and ask her to explain,” I started. It was obvious Juliet didn’t completely agree.

“But how?” she asked. “You can’t just accuse her. What if she denies it? And what will you do — punish her?” I was sure Juliet could see from my expression that if that was what it would take to straighten out my wayward daughter, I’d do it. “No,” she mused, “we need to be more clever. Hmmmm… You said the message sounded like Mimi was whipping this other girl?” I nodded.

“Well, what if we turned the tables on her? I mean, maybe if she was on the receiving end of that kind of treatment, she’d realize how cruel it was and want to stop on her own. Then she’d be working with us instead of against us!”

The idea had possibilities. It had sounded like the girl, Tammy, had liked being beaten; but I remembered Mimi crying when we’d spanked her long ago when she was just a little girl. She hadn’t liked it then, no doubt about it. Besides, if she was doing that kind of thing to other people, she deserved it. But — “Who would do it? Me?”

“Sure! You are her mother.” Juliet looked more confident than I felt. “I suppose spanking her again wouldn’t be a problem.” She shook her head. “Oh no, Mrs. G., you’d have to whip her. Otherwise you wouldn’t be making the point properly.”

Maybe we’d need another plan. “I’m not sure I could do that.” Juliet appeared unconvinced, so I added, “besides, where would we get a whip?”

She smiled gently at me before responding. “Mimi’s lucky to have a mother like you, Mrs. G. Look, you don’t have to do it hard enough to really hurt, just so she gets the idea. And I think you probably could get by with just a belt.” Her expression brightened as if she’d suddenly had a brainstorm. “That’s it! I bet your husband has a belt that would be perfect! And you could try it on me first, just to make sure you wouldn’t do any harm!”

I couldn’t let her do it. “Thank you, Juliet, really, but I couldn’t put you through that…” She reached out and squeezed my hand briefly. “Please, Mrs. Gianelli? I’d do anything to help Mimi, you know that. Besides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me. C’mon, we have to try!” With that, she shifted her grip and pulled me to my feet, then towed me towards the master bedroom.

Reluctantly I poked through Barry’s side of the closet until I found an old leather belt from his “biker-wannabe” days. It now was too small for his expanding waistline so I knew he wouldn’t miss it. I turned to find Juliet bent over the foot of the bed, watching me. I walked closer to her, but couldn’t bring myself to lift the belt.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, just the barest tremor audible in her voice, “I trust you. Go ahead.” I swung clumsily at her, but my half-hearted attempt resulted in the belt barely brushing her thigh. Embarrassed, I tried again, with more force, and connected solidly enough to generate a faint slap.

Juliet jumped up, causing me to yelp and drop the belt — I’d hurt her! “No, I’m fine,” she reassured me, “but I can’t feel a thing through these clothes. I’m just taking them off so I can get a better idea of what to expect.” She started stripping naked right there! I tried looking everywhere in the room except at the trim girl who very nearly was my daughter, but I could feel the heat of my blush. Closing the curtains gave me something to do, but all too soon she was in position and I was holding the belt again.

We worked our way up through perhaps half a dozen strokes, each followed by Juliet’s observation that I should be hitting harder. When she flinched after the last stroke, I couldn’t bring myself to hit her slightly reddened buns again. “Really,” she insisted, “it hardly hurts at all. I’m fine, Mrs. G.” Disclaimers aside, I was still concerned enough I’d tuned out her nudity. “No, Juliet, I won’t do any more. Look at your… you, it must hurt awfully. We’ll have to stop.”

“I wish I could convince you,” she pleaded. “Look, I’ll hit you just the same way, and you can feel it for yourself. Then you’ll know it’s okay.” I definitely wasn’t ready for this! “Please? It’s for Mimi.”

Somehow I found myself removing my clothing while Juliet watched! I would never have been able to do it if she’d shown any reaction, but her earnest desire to help and incredible focus worked to calm my own fears. I even realized I was comparing our bodies and not coming out as badly as I might have thought. Then I was bent over the bed, listening for the belt.

Thwack! I twitched, but the fear was much worse than the sensation, and I motioned for Juliet to continue. Thwack! THWACK! THWACK! The last stroke really burned! It sounded louder than when I’d given them to Juliet, but that probably was due to our change in positions. Anyway, she hadn’t complained about what she’d gotten. If both of us could survive the experience, so could Mimi.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gianelli! I didn’t mean to hit you so hard that last time, I got off balance. Are you okay?” The cool palm of Juliet’s hand softly stroked my burning rear, and drifted down towards-

I quickly turned, to reassure her, and found myself facing Juliet’s bush at very close range. It was neatly trimmed, probably for her swimsuit, and didn’t do much to obscure her lips. They looked a little flushed, too… “She made that girl lick her, didn’t she?” Juliet demanded in an intense voice. I wanted to back away, but I was pinned against the bed. “Do you think we should make her lick me? Would she like it?” She moved closer to me, now her body was filling my field of view!

Her hand was brushing my hair, and I caught a hint of a fragrance I knew must be hers. There was none of the “fishiness” Barry always complained about; did it taste as good? “You’d like to lick me, wouldn’t you?” I was so embarrassed! How had she guessed? “Try it.” Juliet pulled me into her, and I couldn’t resist darting my tongue out for a tiny taste. “Harder!” she hissed, and the belt landed on my rear again!

By mid-afternoon, my tongue was sore. So was my rear, from the belt, then the whip, and finally the dildo that was stretching my rear hole. I’d realized much earlier it hadn’t been Mimi’s voicemail I’d stumbled onto. But I knew she was going to be punished anyway; Mistress Juliet had told me I could watch.

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The party has arrived in Hargone where the bounty hunter Frason waits. Xandra has a threesome with her husband and hermaphroditic Xera.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Four: The Shaman’s Threesome
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Thrak – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth

“You don’t need her,” Thyrna purred into my ear, her naked body drapped against mine. Round breasts and hard nipples, the right pierced by a magic nullifying ring which perplexed Faoril. Hot cunt ground on my muscular thigh. We lay on her bed in her dim cabin aboard the Golden Hunger. “She’s so weak.”

The “she” was Faoril, my lover, sleeping on my other side, her flushed body cradled in my arm. She looked so beautiful sleeping, an errant curl of brown hair spilled across her cheek. “She’s not weak.”

Thyrna snorted. “I dominated her easily.”

“It looked like she was fighting when I entered.” I glanced at the rakshasa’s dark-brown face, a hungry glint in her eyes and curling her lips. She was dangerous, a tigress shapeshifter who feasted on sentient flesh. Tamed, for now.

It was an act, the next ploy in her bid to own me. Her hand stroked down my stomach to my groin, fingernails stroking slightly, just enough pressure to remind me she had claws. She could transform and try to rip my guts open.

Maybe she would succeed.

“Does she know how to worship this cock?” She seized it, stroking, teasing, trying to drive me wild. “Can this little human truly take your passion.”

“Yes.” The words came out in a growling rumble.

Thyrna laughed, cold. Her fingernail circled the throbbing tip of my dick. I groaned at the sensation coursing down my shaft. Her nail was sharp, rasping, scratching. It almost hurt. Almost.

Her tongue licked my earlobe. She bit. Chewed, teased. It was wild. I groaned at this stimulation. Her thumb rubbed across my cock’s crown, pressing harder before she stroked up and down my shaft.

“Has she really seen your passion unleashed? Your orc fury, berserker?”

“I have ravished her. I have taken her when my blood boiled.”

“Impaled her on this magnificent cock?” Disbelief sneered her words. “And you didn’t rip her in twain? I can take it. You don’t have to hold back your darkness with me. You don’t have to be afraid of breaking me. You’re like me.”

“What does that mean?”

“We are predators. We embrace our darkness. Revel in it. She has muzzled you. Turned you into her lapdog.”

“And I turned you into my pussycat.”

She hissed, her pupils narrowing into feline slits. She changed, orange fur, striped black, sprang from her skin, her face transforming feline. A tiger’s face. Claws sprouted from her fingers gripping my cock. Razor sharp. She could rip my cock off.

I didn’t flinch as she leaned in, her whiskers brushing my lips. I couldn’t afford to show a moment’s fear, or she would devour me and kill Faoril. Feline lips nuzzled at mine, a rough tongue licked. Her naked breasts, still smooth skin, rubbed against my chest. She purred, stroking my cock faster.

“This is my true form. Show me yours. I can see it hiding in your eyes. Slip from her leash and rage. Take me while your blood burns red hot.”

“You cannot survive me. I would rip your head off and then tear your entire crew into bloody pieces. The ship would run red.”

“Yes,” she purred, rubbing her hot cunt against me. “Yes, yes, yes. Do it. Free your beast and fuck me!”

She did not understand what she asked. My rages were beyond darkness. No mercy. No remorse. Only the most base emotions of fury and lust. I would kill anyone, even Faoril. I would rip, tear, cleave, devastate. Only death, exhaustion, or the satiating of my lust for sex would end the mad, berserker rage. And she wanted me to unleash it?

The bitch had no concept what she asked.

It lurked in the back of my mind, always there, ready to take over. The anger and lust stirred by her clawed hand stroking my dick. It swelled, howling to take over. It would destroy everything.

“Yes, let it out,” she purred between licks of my face. “Free it. Let me see the real you.”

Her tongue licked up my cheek, so hot and rough. Whiskers brushed my face. My dick throbbed in her hand. This damned rakshasa thought she could control me. Thought I wanted to be hers. To unleash my rage.

A snarl escaped my lips.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Free it.”

My arm, wrapped about the slumbering Faoril, lunged, jostling my lover. She groaned as I seized Thyrna’s furred neck. Her pussy humped wet against my thigh. Her eyes blazed. She had wanted this. I squeezed her throat and heaved the rakshasa’s onto her back. Breast jiggled. Her hand squeezed my dick.

“Fuck me,” she moaned as Faoril grunted, “Thrak?”

I mounted the pirate captain, her greedy hands guiding my cock to her sopping cunt. She swabbed the pierced tip up and down, the bone ring twisting, adding more pleasure. I snarled and rammed my dick into her.

“Fuck her,” Faoril moaned. “Ram your dick into her whore-cunt.”

I thrust into Thyrna’s snatch. Hot, silky flesh engulfed me. Ecstasy shot up my body as my balls smacked into her taint. Her thighs locked around me, her hips bucking to match my thrusts. Hungry purrs rumbled from her throat, spurring me to fuck her hard. To pound the whore’s cunt.

The bed creaked, groaned, protesting the force of my strokes. I slammed my dick hard and deep into her hot, wet flesh. She purred and howled, loving the violence of my thrusts. Her mouth opened, snarling with feminine passion. Her claws raked my back.

The burning pain scratching down my back only fanned my passion. I thrust harder and harder, grunting as I hammered her into the bed. My balls thwaked over and over into her. The pressure built in their depths, ready to explode.

“Yes, yes, show me the true you. Fuck me with your darkness. So good. Gods, yes.”

Only animalistic growls escaped my lips. Our flesh slapped together. Her breasts jiggled, hard nipples brushed my chest. She heaved and howled, they tight grip of her cunt massaged my cock, bliss bleeding through my body.

“Fuck the whore,” Faoril moaned, her fingers plunging into her pussy, frigging her cunt hard. Her back arched. “Take the pussycat’s cunt!”

I stared down at the rakshasa’s tiger face, mouth open, fangs flashing, as she howled and snarled her bliss. Whiskers twitched. The possessive lust in her slitted eyes swelled my anger. I hate fucked her, friction burning bliss down my cock.

“Cum,” I growled.

“Yes,” she mewled.

Her fingernails dug deep into my back. Hot blood flowed across my back. Her cunt spasmed abounding my cock, milking me. I rammed my dick into her spasming depths and unloaded.

Cum boiled out of my balls. It spurted out of my cock, shooting rapture through me. Every muscle in my body convulsed. Ecstasy fuzzed my vision and stabbed into the depths of my mind. I think embraced them, the satiated lust throwing back my rage, keeping it at bay.

Then I collapsed on her.

Thyrna nuzzled at my neck, fur tickling, tongue licking. She changed back to human, her fur retreating, soft lips kissing. She moved to my ear and whispered, “See, you don’t have to be afraid of the darkness. I can take it.”

Faoril, gasping in orgasmic delight beside us, was too caught in her pleasure to hear as I answered, “That wasn’t my darkness.”

Before she could answer, a sailor pounded on her door and grunted, “We’re approaching Hargone.”

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Knight-Errant Angela – The Free City of Hargone

A day-and-a-half was enough time spent on a boat. Even with Sophia and her creamy, healing breast milk, I felt the ships rocking shifting the contents of my stomach. Twisting, heaving, spinning in ways not intended.

So I was glad when the sailors spotted Hargone. Glad to get off this ship. No more rocking. No more rolling. I was done with the Golden Hunger.

Until we recovered the next piece of the sword from the Mirage Garden and had to sail to Grahata. But we still had to find the Garden. To gain entrance, a sacrifice had to be made—an offering of nubile, female flesh to be added to the efreet’s demeaning harem.

I would be the offering. He could take me, allowing the rest of my party entrance, and then we would overpower him and liberate his women. I could not ask the sacrifice of anyone else. Sophia and I worked it out between bouts of seasickness.

She was eager to comfort those women kept as sex slaves for centuries.

The Golden Hunger slowed as it turned to dock on the west side of the wide Elpa River. Hargone spanned both sides, the rich to the east, magnificent estates. Gardens with lush trees and exotic plants painted green between white limestone buildings. The poorer half lived on the west bank, in mud-brick buildings built tight, creating a warren of streets.

“We stick together,” I said. “Bounty hunters may have already reached Hargone ahead of us.”

Xandra swallowed, her fingers playing with her skirt. Fear twinkled in her sapphire eyes. Chaun gave her a comforting smile. Behind them, Thrak grunted. His back was a bloody mess, oozing scratches left by the pirate captain.

My eyes fell on Minx. “That includes you.”

She gave me a huge grin. A suspicious grin. “Of course, Angela.”

“Xera, keep an eye on her.”

The elf nodded, the gold flecks in the four-leaf clover, tucked behind her ear, glinted as her ears twitched. “She won’t leave my sight.”

“I love being in your sight,” grinned Minx, her slim hips shaking, metallic-red eyebrows arching.

Captain Thyrna sauntered over, eyes hungry. “I expect more treasure, Madam Knight, to keep ferrying on your quest,” the woman purred. “Or there are other ways for me to reap my reward.”

My eyes narrowed as Thrak growled, a low, warning. I arched an eyebrow, not intimidated by the woman, and said, “I think staying in our employee would serve you and your ship better.”

“Perhaps.” Her smile was all hungry teeth. “Safe travel in the desert.” Then she turned and ran her hand across Thrak’s belly as she passed him.

Faoril bristled. Her muttered words did not reach my ears.

I studied the pirate captain. Could she be trusted? No. But who else could be? The bounty on our heads staggered me. So much gold. After we slew Dominari, what was in store for our futures? A life as fugitives? There would be no glory or full knighthood for me, no returning to the cloistered life of her temple for Sophia. Faoril had lost her chance to wear the black robes of a master mage. Thrak and Xera could return to their homelands, and Minx could vanish into any city’s populace. Chaun and Xandra would forever be moving, never stopping to build a life for themselves.

All because an Oracle’s prophecy entwined their fates with mine. How could I ever repay them?

I dwelled on those thoughts as the Golden Hunger maneuvered to the piers jutting into the river. Sailors cursed as they grunted while Captain Thyrna snarled her orders. Thick cables, made of several ropes braided together, were thrown to the dock where ebony-skinned, bare-chested dockworkers caught them and tied them to the pier’s piling.

The gangplank ran out. I felt Thyrna’s greedy eyes on me as I crossed the deck, my pack slung over my shoulders. I tightened the grip on my shield. Thyrna would have to be dealt with. But she was a problem for another day. Today, we had to find a caravan to guide us through the desert sands to where we could enter the Mirage Gardens.

I took the lead as we descended the gangplank, stepping into the pier. Nice, solid, unmoving ground. The sun’s heat beat down on me as we headed forward into the cacophony of the docks. Strange spices perfumed the air. The farther from the river, the hotter it grew. Minx asked questions, seizing workers and barking at them, getting confusing answers back.

But she understood and led us into Hargone. We navigated the streets. The buildings all looked the same, beige mud bricks. There were no doors, at least none made of wood. Heavy blankets, each woven with colorful patterns, hung in the door frames or were thrown back, held by hooks, to keep them open.

The caravan owner’s estate was surrounded by a wall made of the same mud brick as the other buildings, but had a gate made of wood with a door inset in it. I knocked hard. Twice. Finally, a servant opened it, a doe-eyed Halanian girl, wearing transparent silks, her dark flesh bleeding through the lavender fabric, that brought an appreciative murmur from Thrak and Chaun. And Sophia.

She informed us her master was already in the desert.

And so was the second and third caravan owner we tried. The merchants wanted to make money, and they did not do that by staying in town no matter how much it inconvenienced us. The day wore on, growing hotter and hotter.

“This is going to take all day,” Sophia groaned, her face flushed. She waved a hand before her face. “Slata’s cunt, it stinks.”

“It does,” Xandra nodded, her face wilted by the heat.

“Esh-Esh,” Xera said, the elf standing straight. The elements never affected her. “You cast that spell to find Faoril.”

“Right,” groaned Sophia. “I forgot.”

“Divination is the purview of the divine,” Faoril commented.

“You sound envious,” Sophia said as she loosened her robes.

Faoril shrugged.

“Look away, boys.” Sophia fixed Chaun a hard stare.

“I’ve seen it all before.”

“Chaun, don’t be rude,” Xandra said, giving her husband a pointed look.

“But you can look,” winked Sophia at Xandra as her naked, pale body came into view, breasts small and firm, nipples hard, begging to be played with.

I wanted to suck them.

Sophia slid the fingers of both her hands down her fleshy stomach to her shaved pubic mound. She let out a purring moan while Thrak and Chaun, prodded by his wife, turned away. Xera’s cock hardened as she watched Sophia spread her thighs apart, exposing a plump, wet vulva, clit peeking out.

Her fingers found the pink nub, circling it. A soft, husky moan escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her breasts rose and fell. She moaned again, circling her clit faster. Her tart juices perfumed the air, mixing with the spicy aroma.

“Saphique, yes,” she moaned, “thank you for this gift.”

Minx, letting out a hungry moan, fell to her knees, opened her mouth, and engulfed the tip of Xera’s cock. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as her small hands stroked the big dick. Xera’s large breasts heaved, and her ears twitched.

“Las’s cock, that’s a sight,” groaned Chaun.

“Don’t look,” Xandra moaned, her voice thick with passion, eyes locked onto Minx’s sucking mouth.

I understood. A juicy warmth suffused my pussy. Cream trickled down my thighs. I watched Sophia masturbate, my eyes flicking between her fingers stroking her clit and her hard, pink nipples.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned, thrusting a pair of fingers deep into her cunt. Her back arched. Those nipples waved.

I leaned down and latched on. My chainmail plainclothes clicked as I sucked on her nub. She gasped louder as my tongue circled her areola between sucks. My free hand stroked up her side and cupped her other breast, squeezing the firm mound.

“My Queen,” she sighed as I nibbled on her lush nub. “Mmm, there’s a nipple free for you, Xandra.”

“No, thank you,” squeaked the younger avian.

“Your loss.” Sophia said it with such a promising sigh that made me suck harder on her nub.

I pinched and pulled on her other nipple, my fingers rolling it. So hard between my digits. She gasped, her fingers making such obscene, juicy noises as she frigged herself harder. Behind me, Xera gasped while Minx purred as she sucked on the elf’s cock.

A crowd grew, men making obscene comments. They watched my slave, desiring her. “Look at the priestess. So lush.”

“I would love to hear her gasping on my cock.”

“Yours is too small. She would scream in ecstasy on my monster.”

My pussy clenched at the words they said about my woman. I pinched and rolled her nipple as my tongue licked up her breast to her neck. Sophia sighed, arching her neck, giving me access to her profile. I flicked my tongue up to her ear, nibbled on it as she groaned again.

“Do you hear their lusts, slut?” I hissed.

“Yes, my Queen,” she moaned, frigging herself even faster. The wet sounds of her fingers working in and out of her cunt excited me.

“I own you.” I squeezed her breast hard, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Don’t I, slut?”

“Yes! I’m your concubine.” Sophia shuddered and trembled. I could smell her tart juices flooding out of her cunt as she fingered herself.

“And if I told you to go and pleasure those men—if I sold your body to them—you would obey me.”

“I-I…” She trembled, her fingers pumping faster and faster. My pussy was on fire. This was so hot. I rubbed my chainmail loincloth into her thigh, grinding my clit and pussy lips against the metal links. “Oh, my Queen, I would. I would. I love my Goddess, but you own me.”

Sophia gasped. Her back arched as she sucked in a sharp breath. Her pleasure bubbled through her. An orgasm exploded in her depths even as her face twisted. The shame of her desire, to submit to me so thoroughly that she would allow her body to be used, humiliated, by men sent her plunging over the edge into bliss.

It was so hot. She was mine. I loved her so much. I never would make her break her vows to Saphique, but I knew I could. It was such a heady rush. My clit throbbed. My pussy clenched. And then the pleasure exploded inside of me.

I gasped as my juices flooded out of my cunt, staining my chainmail loincloth trapped between my thighs. I shuddered, the bliss shooting to my mind. I moaned into her ear, trembling against the woman I loved. I squeezed her breast as the ecstasy bathed my mind.

“Saphique, I pray that you find what I seek,” gasped Sophia, her body tingling with the divine power of her goddess. She ripped two fingers from her pussy. They were stained with her juices. She rubbed them on the nipple I had pinched, staining the pink nub. “Guide me with your loving wisdom.”

Breast milk beaded her nipple as she rubbed it. Sophia convulsed a second time, another orgasm bursting through her as she smeared the creamy droplets onto her pussy-stained fingers. She gasped and moaned, her hand suddenly leaping away, fingers pointing.

Guiding.

“That way,” she moaned as we both trembled in ecstasy.

Behind me, Xera moaned, “Matar’s cock, yes,” as she flooded Minx’s mouth with her elf cum.

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Chaun

It was a relief to be inside the inn’s common room. The inn’s namesake, the splashing fountain in the center of the room, provided a modicum of cool air to fight the desert heat trying to pour in. The walls were open, allowing the breeze from the river to flow in as we knelt on pillows at the low tables.

Sophia’s spell had pointed true. She led us past four other merchant warehouses that we would have wasted our time on. At the fifth, belonging to Aswunt, we found a caravan departing in the morning. The merchant agreed to take us into the desert in exchange for providing his caravan with protection from desert tribesmen who found banditry cheaper than commence.

A willowy, black-skinned girl walked to our table wearing transparent, purple silks, her breasts bouncing. A lush, promising smile on her lips. I favored her with a bold grin, the form of the man she had a crush on dancing through her thoughts. I could slip into his appearance and enjoy the girl.

Xandra nudged my ribs. “Do not look at the shamefully dressed girl, my husband.”

“But she wants me to look,” I said, turning my grin to my wife. “That’s why she’s dressed like that. You can look, too.”

Xandra blushed and looked down at the table we sat around. The rest of the party, save for Minx, ringed the table. I blinked, looking around the room for the halfling. More serving girls, dressed just as lovely as the first, moved through the room. Other patrons, mostly ebony-skinned Halanians, sat at similar tables, reclining on tasseled pillows, many smoking from hookahs, water pipes filled with tobacco, traded from the ‘Zakon Jungle across the Halani Desert.

“Where’s the halfling?” I asked.

Angela scowled as she looked around. “Xera?”

“She is speaking with the local thieves to find out if any bounty hunters are in town,” the elf answered, reclined back on her pillows, the tip of her hard dick pointing over the table.

Minx was gone. I smiled. She wasn’t around to monopolize Xera’s cock. It was the last night the elf would have it. Tomorrow, it would be gone until next month. I glanced at my wife as she knelt on a purple pillow, picturing her lithe form writhing against the busty elf.

It was far hotter than bedding the Halanian serving girl.

I was patient, sipping my chilled wine—a dark, fruity vintage—and eating the dates, stuffed figs, and goat cheese that made up our supper. Xandra giggled at the cheese as she nibbled on it, delight in her eyes.

When Xera stood up to use the necessities, I followed and caught up with her in the side corridor.

“Yes, Chaun?” she said, pausing outside the washroom. Hargone had invented plumbing a millennia ago. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to my room tonight,” I grinned, leaning against the wall. “My wife is most keen to enjoy your cock. I would love to share her with you.”

“Xandra?” Xera arched her eyebrows. “And aren’t Avians committed to the sanctity of marriage? I know I would never violate my people’s martial customs.”

“You sleep with every woman you can stick your dick in.”

“But they are not hermaphrodites. I cannot impregnate them, so it is not cheating.” Xera smiled. “The duel-sexed races have such…quaint marriage customs. Like the Avians.”

“You’re not a man. You only have a cock. She’s already been with Sophia.” I grinned. “She enjoyed it. And she cannot stop looking at your dick. Haven’t you noticed?”

Xera’s ears twitched, her four-leaf clover glittering. “I have. Everyone looks though.”

“Show up, and we shall have a passionate night.”

“And she’s okay with it?”

“Absolutely.” My grin was perfect. No hint of my lie. Xandra would be burning with lust when the elf arrived.

“I’ll be there,” the elf promised, stroking her hard cock. It was such a hot sight, seeing that dick thrust from the folds of her pussy. My gaze drew up to her busty breasts.

A beautiful creature.

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Xandra

I giggled as Chaun carried me up the stairs of the inn, my feet kicking as my legs draped over his right arm. I had my own arms around his neck so I could kiss him in between my giggles. He was such a wonderful husband to sweep me off my feet and carry me to bed.

“Mmm, I’m going to devour you,” Chaun said. “I’m going to make that juicy pussy explode on my mouth.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Mmm, you always know just what to say to make me so excited.”

He kissed me again, pausing at the top of the landing. My fingers tightened in his silvery hair. My body squirmed in his arms. Beneath my skirt, my pussy grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues met, caressing, loving while his hand squeezed my ass.

I ran my fingers through his hair as my heart beat faster and faster beneath my breasts. My nipples ached against my top. I brushed his pointed ears, so like the elf’s. For a moment, I pictured Xera kissing me, her green-tinted skin, her dark-verdant hair. But she had such big breasts that would press against me as we kissed, not Chaun’s flat chest.

I broke the kiss, breathless. “Please, please, lick my pussy. I’m so horny.”

“I bet. Someone was staring at Xera’s cock all through dinner.”

My cheeks burned. “Well, you were ogling those hussy serving girls and their scandalous clothing.”

“I bet you would look so scandalous in those silks.”

“Chaun,” I groaned, a pleased flutter shooting through me as his violet eyes stared at me. “You are disgusting. I’m a married woman. I can’t wear that. In public.”

“But alone? For me?”

I licked my lips. “Yes.”

He kissed me again as he carried me to our room. The door had a round top instead of square like the ones in Baraconia. He pressed it open into a room, the beds lower, the mattress almost lying directly on the floor. The colorful tiles made mosaic pictures of half-naked, black-skinned women lounging in a pleasure garden kissing or sharing fruits with each other.

It was so perverse, but I hardly cared as Chaun set me down on the bed. The window was open, a cool breeze blowing in, rustling the silk curtains. The scent of the river washed over us. I breathed it in as Chaun stood over me stripping naked.

“Mmm, yes,” I purred, feeling bold.

“You like seeing your husband naked?” he asked as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his midnight-black skin, muscles rippling beneath.

I nodded my head in approval, my pussy growing juicier. He peeled off his soft, leather shoes then his codpiece and hose. His cock popped out so hard, thrusting at me. It was the size of Xera’s, maybe a little thicker. I licked my lips as it bobbed, my hands kneading my breasts through my top, my small nipples aching.

Chaun knelt on the bed between my spread legs. His hands stroked me, pushing up my skirt down my thighs. His touch sent ripples shooting up my pussy. I moaned and squirmed. My heart thudded in my chest. My nipples ached so badly. He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. I kissed him hard, arching my back, pressing into his chest. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to take off my top so I could feel his skin directly upon them.

My husband read my mind and moved his hands from my thighs to the hem of my top. He pulled it up and broke the kiss. I smiled, lifting my arms up so he could take off the cloth and throw it to the floor. My small breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze. Dark hands cupped them, thumbs brushing my nipples.

“Chaun,” I moaned as he leaned over and suckled on one.

He pushed me down onto my back as he sucked and nibble. I squirmed in delight, the pleasure coursing through my body. He sucked my entire areola into his mouth, everything tingling wonderfully, making me spasm on the silk sheets. My arms reached over my head, brushing the wall as I squirmed.

He kissed over to my other breast, his black hands stroking my pale flesh. He caressed my sides and stomach as he nuzzled up my tit to my red nipple. He sucked hard on it and stretched my tit. My nipple popped out of his mouth with a wet plop. Over and over he sucked on it as his fingers ran around my body, making me tremble in delight, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

He was so sexy.

My hands caressed his shoulders, my fingers tightening I loved him playing with my nipples, but my cunt was on fire. I pressed on him. His violet eyes flashed up to mine as he nibbled on my nipple. He grinned around the nub and popped his mouth off.

“You want me to go lower?”

I nodded my head.

“Say it.”

My cheeks warmed. “Chaun…lick my pussy. I need it so badly. You’re so sexy and you make me so wet.”

“Me and Xera’s cock?”

“Chaun,” I groaned, the elf’s dick flashing through my mind. She was so sexy. With those big breasts. She was so feminine and yet had that cock. The impossible contradiction was so hot.

“Say it,” he said then circled my nipple with his tongue.

“Yes, her cock made me wet,” I moaned, frustration mounting. “Now lick my pussy. I need my husband to make me cum. You.”

“My lady love is a wanton slut,” Chaun grinned. “Her pussy’s wet and flush, her body’s hot and lush.”

He kissed down my belly, calling out ribald verses about how wanton I was. “Her pussy tastes so sweet, what a succulent treat.” I groaned and squirmed, my snatch growing hotter with every kiss across my stomach. He teased me, making me moan, my thighs rubbing together beneath my skirt. “Her pussy so fair, adorned with silky hair.”

He pulled off my skirt. I lifted my ass as he did, exposing the soft-blue pubic hair covering my pussy. He leaned down, nuzzling at my pubic mound, kissing and rubbing his lips into my silky bush before moving lower and lower.

“There’s her sweet snatch,” he whispered before licking his tongue through my folds.

I gasped and squirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head as he soothed the ache in my pussy with his tongue. He caressed my folds, gathering my sweet musk. I squirmed and groaned, humping into his wonderful mouth. He licked and nuzzled, pressing his tongue deep into my sheath, swirling it around, giving me a preview of the bliss his cock would churn.

He moaned, his violet eyes flashing up at me. I reached down, stroking his pointed ears rising out of his silvery hair. I humped into him, loving his tongue and lips as he pleasured me. My small tits bounced and jiggled.

“Chaun, his tongue so sleek, burying into my pussy deep,” I sang. It was hard to think of rhymes as he reamed me. “Yes, yes, so deep.”

He fucked his tongue in and out of my cunt, my words turning into a wordless song. He flicked his tongue up to my clit, swirling around it, making me gasp and quiver. Pleasure raced through my body, tingling previews of my building orgasm.

“My sweet songbird,” he groaned between licks of my clit. “She sings sweet song, eager for hard dong.”

“Chaun,” I groaned, humping. “Yes, yes. Your dong. Make me cum and fuck me. Your dick’s so fine, your prick so hard.”

He nibbled on my clit, driving me wild. My head tossed on the pillows. My fingers stroked his ears faster. Her groaned about my clit as he sucked it into his mouth. The sensations made me wild. My body quivered.

The door opened as my orgasm exploded through me. I gasped and sang my joy as Xera entered, naked and hard. My eyes locked onto that huge cock bouncing before the sexy elf as she sauntered to the bed. I moaned, my climax overwhelming my shock.

“Xera,” I gasped, struggling to speak over the rapture churned by Chaun’s sucking mouth. “What…I…”

Xera smiled at me, her ears twitching. She stroked that dick. Her breasts bounced over me as she knelt beside my head and offered me her dick. I gasped, my eyes widening as the tip, beading with precum, drew nearer and nearer to my mouth.

I shouldn’t want to suck it. I shouldn’t. But it was so hard to resist. The shame of being such a whorish wife only inflamed my lusts. Another orgasm boiled through me as I leaned my head over, my mouth opening.

“Yes,” Xera moaned as I swallowed the tip of her cock and violated my marriage vows.

It was so wrong but felt so right. Chaun’s tongue caressed my aching clit as I sucked hard on Xera’s cock. My tongue swirled around the tip, gathering the salty precum as my body trembled. Rapture flooded my body. I sucked again and again, humping into my husband’s mouth.

I felt his eyes on me. His hands squeezed my ass. He wanted this. He had arranged this. It excited him to see me with Xera. And she was an elf. A woman that just happened to have a cock. That made it alright. I wasn’t breaking my vows to Luben.

But the guilt twisted deep inside of me.

Why did that make this hotter? Why did the guilt make me suck harder? I humped against my husband’s mouth. His tongue went exploring, diving back into my pussy, fucking me as I moaned about Xera’s wonderful cock.

“That’s it, Xandra,” the elf moaned, her tits heaving over my head. She stroked my sky-blue hair. “That’s it. Suck my big elf-cock. I know you’ve wanted it. You’ve been staring at it since Baraconia. Don’t worry. You’ll get to feel it inside of you. Stretching you out. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

My toes curled. I moaned a yes about her cock. I wanted to feel her in me. I remembered the thrill of Chaun becoming Thrak and letting me experience his dick vicariously. Now I could enjoy Xera’s for real. To share this with my husband.

I shouldn’t feel any guilt at all.

But I did.

I ignored it, bobbing my head. Xera’s fingers tightened in my hair. She fucked her hips forward, sliding her dick in and out of my mouth. I trembled, my eyes fluttering as I sucked. My tongue caressed her shaft as her tip brushed the back of her throat.

“That’s it, songbird,” Chaun groaned. “Worship the elf’s cock. That’s so hot. Mmm, yes. Suck it. Play with her pussy and worship her cock.”

Her pussy… She had both. My hand stroked up the elf’s thigh and found her hot, shaved sex. I stroked her pussy, exploring her lips. She had more folds than I did. I gasped about her dick as I played with them. Her juices, smelling like flowers, filled my nose. I shuddered against my husband’s licking tongue and shoved two fingers into Xera’s cunt.

“Yes,” groaned the elf, quivering, her pussy clenching on my fingers. “Oh, you are a hot one. Mmm, yes. Suck on it it, little bird. Oh, yes. I…I…”

“Cum in her mouth,” Chaun moaned. “Flood her mouth with cum. Let her taste it.”

I wanted that. I fingered the elf faster and sucked so hard. I quivered, a third orgasm building inside of me. Chaun’s tongue plunged into my pussy, fucking in and out of me while his fingers kneaded my ass. I squirmed and groaned.

Xera’s back arched. Her lovely tits bounced. She thrust her cock deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat. Her body trembled. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers. She cried out in musical Elvish as her cum flooded my mouth.

Another person’s jizz, not my husband’s, filled my mouth. Thick and salty. It tasted different. No avian female should experience another person’s cum than her husband’s. And yet I had. My body bucked. My pussy convulsed as my orgasm exploded in my depths.

I gulped down Xera’s cum as my pussy juices flooded my husband’s mouth. My thighs tightened about his head as I thrashed on the bed. The creamy treat flowed down my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust my fingers deep into Xera’s cunt, spasming as the ecstasy flooded through me.

It peaked. I shuddered. Xera’s dick fired its last blast of cum into my mouth. I held it, savoring it, swirling it around my mouth as her cock popped free of my lips. The elf leaned down, lips hungry, and kissed me hard.

Her arms wrapped about me as we swapped her salty jizz back and forth as we kissed. She lay on her back and pulled me atop her. My small tits pressed into her pillowy mounds. I moaned and squirmed on the elf, her hard cock pressing into my pussy.

“Las’s cock, that is a beautiful sight,” my husband said.

I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder. He knelt behind us, body gleaming with his sweat, outlining his muscles. He was so sexy as he stroked his hard cock. I squirmed on Xera, grinding on her dick, lust shooting through me.

“You’re both going to fuck me,” I gasped in realization, my asshole clenching.

“Double penetration,” he grinned.

“You’ll love it,” Xera moaned, her hands sliding between us and grasping her cock. She guided it to my pussy. “Just slide your cunt down my cock and enjoy.”

“Yes,” I moaned, not caring how wrong this was. I violated my vows to Luben as I shoved my pussy down her cock. My eyes widened as the elf’s girl-cock entered my cunt. She stretched my walls apart, the friction sending pleasure rippling through me. “Chaun, her dick’s in me.”

“I know,” he groaned as he stroked himself. “Las’s cock, that’s hot. Your pussy is stretched around her dick.”

“And you love that?”

“So much.” He moved to me, draping his cock over my ass. Precum dripped out of his dick. So much. It splattered on my sphincter as he spread my asscheeks apart. “We’re going to love you so hard, songbird.”

I shuddered at his pet name for me, my pussy clenching on Xera’s cock. I squirmed as he moved his dick to my asshole, my nipples brushing Xera’s. I turned and kissed the elf again, her hand stroking me as Chaun slammed his cock into the depths of my asshole.

Two cocks were in me. Two separate dicks. I moaned into the kiss, my body quivering as Chaun bottomed out in my bowels. I was stuffed so full. My back arched, and my bowels and pussy clamped down on both their shafts.

It was amazing.

And then they fucked me.

Xera thrust up into my cunt as Chaun thrust down into my asshole. Our flesh slapped together. His groin smacked my ass. The weight of him pressed me into Xera’s embrace. I loved the feel of her breasts almost as much as her cock in my cunt. Our tongues dueled as my hips moved, finding a rhythm with my lover and my husband.

“Oh, yes,” Chaun groaned. “Do you love it, songbird? Do you love two cocks in you at the same time?”

I broke the kiss. “Luben’s sacred vows, yes. I’m such a wicked wife for loving this, husband. So wicked. It’s so good. Oh, gods, yes.”

The friction was intense. The bliss of being fucked doubled. Two dicks stimulated me. The fiery pleasure radiated from my asshole and joined the bliss churned in my pussy. My head tossed back. I gasped and groaned as the pleasure built and built inside of me.

I rubbed my clit into Xera’s pubic bone. The pleasure sparked hot through me. It made me quiver in delight. I gasped, my eyes rolling in my head as I ground my sensitive nub over and over. My body trembled, the pleasure building.

“So good,” I moaned.

“Sing for us,” Chaun groaned as he fucked faster and faster into my asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the elf groaned, her ears twitching. “Let me hear that beautiful song as you cum on our cocks.”

It was so easy to sing. My voice trilled out my passion. My song rang with my pleasure. My body undulated. My nipples ached as they rubbed over and over into Xera’s hard nubs. Their skin pressed against me, Xera’s body soft while Chaun’s was hard. I loved the opposite feel of my lovers.

Chaun’s hands stroked my sides as he grunted. His strokes were so hard. His balls slapped into my taint. His passion swelled. I knew my husband. I undulated and clenched my holes down on their cocks as my orgasm built in me.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh, yes. Thank you, Las, for making changelings and giving me such a wonderful husband. Oh, yes. Gods!”

I came.

My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks. I thrashed between them, gasping and singing. My nipples pressed hard into Xera’s soft tits. Chaun’s groin smacked into my ass as he fucked me harder. Their dicks reamed in and out of me. The friction sent gusting winds howling through my body, carrying my pleasure straight to my mind.

Stars danced in my vision. I gasped and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. It was so good. I thrashed between them, my holes milking their shafts. I wanted their cum to flood me. Especially Xera’s.

It would be so wrong.

“Cum in me,” I moaned, staring into the elf’s violet eyes. “Flood me with your jizz.”

“Yes,” Chaun grunted. He thought I meant him. “Let’s flood my slutty songbird’s holes.”

Xera groaned, thrusting her hips up hard, slamming her cock into my depths. Her ears twitched and fluttered. And then her cum exploded into my depths. My eyes widened at the hot jizz splashing into my cunt.

Cum that wasn’t my husband’s.

“Luben’s vows,” I moaned, mocking the god of marriage as my orgasm exploded through me. “Yes, yes, yes, flood my pussy. Oh, yes. So good.”

“Las’s cock,” my husband grunted and slammed into my spasming ass.

Hot jizz filled my ass. I groaned, spasming, the pleasure inundating my mind as I lay between my two lovers. I had broken my marriage vows partially. Xera was a female, but she had a cock and she came in me.

Guilt tinged the edges of my pleasure as I thrashed between the two.

“My songbird,” Chaun groaned. He hugged me and rolled the pair of us onto our sides, my arms about Xera. I rested my head on her tits, the world spinning.

I just fucked another cock. What was wrong with me? Why did I cum so hard? Why would I mock gentle Luben?

I was becoming a whore for my husband, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing.

“You are wonderful,” he whispered into my ear. “My songbird. Love you.”

“Love you,” I whispered, my body drained, cum dribbling out of both my holes.

Sleep pulled me down into troubled dreams. In them, I fucked every man I could. I let them use my body and violate my marriage vows over and over. I was their whore. Their slutty songbird. Their cum dripped out of me, making me filthy.

Disgusting. Something to be used and discarded. All while Chaun watched, reveling in my defilement.

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Xerathalasia

My cock was gone. Minx was disappointed when she saw me coming downstairs from Chaun and Xandra’s room in the morning. The halfling raced to me and planted a hungry kiss right on my clit, sucking on it. She was short enough she didn’t have to bend over to do it.

“Sorry,” I told her, groaning and undulating my hips. “It’s gone for the month.”

Minx lifted her face, bronze chin smeared with my pussy juices. “It’s okay, I still have plenty of the alchemical cream.”

I smiled, remembering how intense the cream was. It made me have a cock that would cum over and over. it was far more intense than my natural cock. “Good,” I said. “I’m looking forward to fucking you.”

The way she smiled made my heart beat a little faster. It was a radiant smile, so hungry and full of life. I stroked her metallic red hair, wishing she had pointed ears. I always loved stroking my wife’s hair and brushing her ears.

I blinked. I hadn’t thought of Atharilesia in a while. She would have given birth to our daughter by now. It had been three months since I left Khalesithan with Sophia and Angela, caught up in their quest. It would be months more before I saw my wife and child.

My heart ached as I sat down. Then Minx hopped into my lap, bouncing. “Guess what I found out, Xera.”

“What?” I asked, smiling at her childish zeal.

“There are no bounty hunters in Hargone. Word of the bounty only reached here last night. And none of the thieves even think we’re in town yet. Great, huh?”

I smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. They tasted sweet.

We broke our fast on dates and figs. The food in Hargone was the best, no meat served at all, though they didn’t have to cook the figs. They would be better raw. But it was an improvement since most human communities served meat with their meals.

Our breakfast over, and the bill settled, we headed to Aswunt’s warehouse to join the caravan. Xandra walked beside her husband, quiet after last night. She stared down at her hands. I hoped she wasn’t having regrets.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night. It was hot sharing a woman with a man. I had shared Faoril with Thrak before and hoped to enjoy Xandra again in a month.

“Ah, there is the Lady Knight,” Aswunt said when we arrived. His white beard was oiled into a point. Gems and gold glittered on the rings covering each of his fingers. “And your companions. Yes, yes, the tribesmen would be foolish to attack such a well-guarded caravan.”

“They would,” a man said, his voice deep. He stood by the long line of camels, each loaded with packs piled about their double humps. The man wore black-lacquered armor, his skin swarthy and his hair gathered into a topknot. Kneeling beside him was a naked lamia, a collar about her neck, a chain leading to the man’s hand.

“Shizhuthian warleader?” frowned Faoril. “You’re far from home.”

“A disagreement with the naga,” the man said, his hand reaching down to pet the lamia’s tawny hair. Her cat-like ears twitched and she let out a pleased purr. “They tried to take what was mine.”

The catgirl rubbed her cheek against his armored leg.

“The name is Farson, Lady Knight.” He gave a small bow. “It seems we shall be traveling together.”

“Yes, yes,” Aswunt said, clapping his hands together. “The good knight is on a quest for the Mirage Gardens. Maybe she’ll find it and the treasure. Either way, it shall be an interesting trip.”

Farson nodded to Angela. “I expect it will be.”

“The camels await,” Aswunt said. “Mount up. We must depart. The day is already growing so warm.”

My ears twitched as I stared at Farson. He had a cruel twist to his smile, and his eyes were cold. I shivered despite the heat.

To be continued…

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Faoril faces the consequences of her failed spell and is fucked by a tentacle monster. In an inn, Sophia is eager to be bound and dominated by Angela!

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Two: Magic’s Clash
Chapter Five: Tentacular Test
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Island, Magery of Thosi

All thoughts were wiped from my mind as the tentacles of the eldritch horror wrapped about my body. The remnants of my magical circle sputtered and then went silent as the creature I conjured from the Astral Plane heaved himself out of the circle.

I was lifted into the air above the Island, the artificial pentagram set in the center of Lake Esh. The perimeter was protected by spells and wards. It would contain any thing in case a journeyman mage taking the masters test made a mistake.

Like the one I just made.

Lust burned through me. I shuddered and spasmed as I was held by the tentacles. The horror was a writhing mass of purple flesh and yellow eyes. Dozens of long, rubbery tentacles undulated from the mass below, some ending in bulbous tips that resembled cocks.

….yummy flesh…

…fuck…

…enjoy…

“Yes,” I gasped as the world spun about me. “Enjoy me. Fuck me.”

The light-blue sky and the dark-blue lake whirled about me. Below, the flat island spun as the eldritch horror’s tentacles flailed me about. My red robes swirled about my spasming legs. My short, light-brown bangs spilled across my vision, obscuring the world for brief moments.

More tentacles undulated towards me. A rubbery appendage pressed down the front of my robes between my breasts. My nipples hardened and ached as the tentacle wrapped around one breast and then the other, leaving tingling slime behind. I spasmed and my pussy clenched. My toes curled as the pleasure grew within me.

Cloth ripped. My robe tore open, exposing my naked breasts and stomach to the sun. The tentacle writhed as it seized my tattered robe and ripped it from my body. Other tentacles caressed me. A pair seized my thighs, pulling them apart while another two squeezed and kneaded my breasts.

“So good,” I panted as I writhed. My hips undulated. I needed my pussy to be caressed. I was on fire. I needed to cum so badly. “Take me! Fuck me! Make me cum!”

…yes…

…cum…

…feed me your lusts…

Smaller feelers extended from a pair of tentacles to seize my hard, pink nipples. The tentacles coated my nubs in the aphrodisiac slime. My body shuddered as my nipples were stretched and twisted by the thin, noodle-like tentacles. Pleasure shot down to my wet pussy.

A tentacle-cock shoved into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the bulbous head. It was spongy and soft, throbbing as I sucked. I moaned about the tentacle-dick as it reamed into my mouth. I was being used by the monster.

My pussy spasmed as an orgasm rushed through me.

My juices flooded down my thighs. Pleasure hammered through my body. I thrashed in the tentacles’ embrace. I sucked harder on the tentacle-cock fucking my mouth. My breasts jiggled as the tentacles played with my nipples.

…delicious…

The horror’s tentacles rubbed at my thigh, sucking at my flesh. The suckers absorbed my juices. Ripples of lighter violet ran down the tentacles caressing my legs, bringing my pussy cream to the horror. The fleshy body shuddered beneath me as it fed off my lusts.

…feed me more…

Small, feeler tentacles caressed my pussy lips. They sucked, drinking my pussy juices. My labia and vulva throbbed beneath their caresses. I shuddered as the small tentacles caressed my clit. My little bud throbbed as a small appendage grasped it and undulated, massaging me.

Pleasure exploded through me. My stomach contorted as another orgasm burst inside of me. The bliss flooded my body. Rapture consumed me. The monster rippled and howled below as it played with my pussy.

A tentacle-cock rubbed between my asscheeks. It was covered in the tingling slime. My sphincter clenched as it pressed against it. The slime lubed the monster’s cock. I groaned about the appendage in my mouth as the tentacle-dick penetrated my asshole.

Hot pleasure roared through me as the tentacle-dick fucked my ass.

So good.

The tentacle-cock in my mouth fucked me faster. It pushed at my the back of my mouth. I was too lost to the lust to fight as it slammed down my throat. I sucked breath through my nose. My tongue caressed the rubbery tentacle. It tasted so good. Nothing was sweeter.

I wanted it to cum in me.

…hot ass…

…succulent cunt…

…must fuck…

The tentacles played with my body as a the thickest dick probed at my pussy lips. My pussy lips stretched and stretched. Pleasure and pain ran through my body. I spasmed in climax as the thick tentacle-dick shoved into my cunt. It was covered in small ridges. I thrashed as I was filled, the ridges stroking the inside of my pussy and shooting bliss through me.

My sheath spasmed about the thrusting tentacle. I was fucked in every hole. I dangled in the air and writhed as orgasm after orgasm crashed through me. My juices squirted out of my cunt around the thick tentacle-cock. The monster flashed violet as it drank my lusts.

…pleasure me…

…make me cum…

…slut…

I was a slut. A slut for these amazing tentacles.

Every part of my body was touched. Tentacles caressed my body, fucked my holes, and played with my nipples and clit. Other tentacle dicks pushed against my body. One erupted, spraying white cum across my stomach.

My skin tingled with delight where the cum ran. Another orgasm burst inside me.

…drink my cum…

The tentacle-cock fucking my mouth swelled. I eagerly sucked. My tongue caressed the tip. The dick erupted. Salty-sweet cum bathed my mouth. I swallowed it in greedy gulps. Power flared inside me as I drank.

I could use that power. But I couldn’t remember how. The pleasure was too much.

Blast after blast of cum flooded my mouth. I drank it down and shuddered as my body climaxed again and again. The cum was thick and creamy. It coated my mouth and throat before warming my belly.

More tentacle-dicks erupted, bathing my body in jizz. I loved it. The tentacle-cock in my mouth withdrew. I sucked in greedy breaths as it erupted and drenched my face with its cum. It ran down my cheeks and the bridge of my nose to my lips. I licked my tongue, greedy for every drop.

“Fuck me! Take me!” I screamed. “Cum in my pussy. Give me all your cum.”

…yes…

…take it, slut…

The tentacle-cock in my asshole erupted. My tight bowels were filled with delicious cum. It ran out around the tentacle and dripped down to my stuffed pussy. The cum left a trail of bliss burning across my nethers.

“Cum in my pussy! Give it all to me!”

…whore…

“Yes! Whore! I love your tentacles!”

The thick, pussy-stretching cock slammed into the depths of my cunt. My pussy spasmed around the ridged tentacle. I spasmed in the monster’s embrace. A violet pulse ran up the tentacle. The cock swelled and flooded my pussy with delight.

“Begone back to the Astral Plane, horror,” a strong voice boomed below.

There were figures standing around the creature, dressed in black robes. I knew them. They were the—

My eyes snapped open. I was taking the test.

The eldritch horror let out a shrieking wail. Its tentacles undulated. The world spun about me as the tentacles waved. I let out a shriek, struggling to think through the lust. I was supposed to keep the horror contained and then send it back.

“Begone!” the mages shouted together, driving their energy into the horror.

The undulating mass of flesh retreated to the shining rift that led back to the Astral Plane.

The tentacles holding me up were severed by slashing air. I shrieked as I fell only to be caught by a gentle breeze and carried naked to the polished stone of the Island. I shuddered and writhed as another orgasm rippled through my body.

My lover fled back into the rift. The world spun about me.

Darkness crashed down on my well-fucked, exhausted body.

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Knight Errant Angela – Esh-Esh Highway, Magery of Thosi

“What do you think the grieving mage will be like?” Sophia asked as she rode beside me on her mare, Purity.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, my armor clinking.

The farmland of Central Thosi spread around us. Traffic was heavy on the highway. Teamsters driving wagon trains of goods passed back and forth, continuously forcing us off the road to let them pass.

“I hope it’s a girl,” Sophia smiled.

“So you can fuck her?” I asked, giving her a grin.

“Maybe.” Sophia’s green eyes had a naughty twinkle in them.

“Well, we have three days of travel to find out,” I answered. The sun sank to the west. “We should think about finding a place for the night.”

“There is a village approaching,” Xera said. She walked in front, still naked. Every farmer and farmwife we passed paused to stare at the naked elf. Xera walked tall, her back straight, unconcerned by her blatant nudity.

I wasn’t a prude, but I don’t think I could appear naked for so many to see.

“What if she’s a guy, though?” Sophia asked. She bit her lip.

“Then I’ll have a man to enjoy from time to time,” I smiled at her. “But I’ll still share your bed most nights.”

Sophia was fun. She made my heart race. She was exciting to be with. But…I wasn’t sure if it was love. I couldn’t remember what being in love felt like. I had only been in love once, and, well, I couldn’t remember who it was or what I felt. I gave up my love to find the answers to defeat the Dragon Dominari.

Was it a mistake? I must have had a good reason to give up…whomever.

Sophia reminded me of Lady Delilah. I had the same heartache whenever I sighted the beautiful, mature woman. She was my first crush. I could still remember her riding up to my parent’s manor in her armor as a Knight Deute, her flaming hair spilling about the burnished pauldrons covering her shoulders.

I touched the garnet pendant about my neck. It was a farewell gift from Lady Delilah. My cheeks burned.

I glanced at Sophia and felt that same…heat. Was this love? Did I love Sophia and Lady Delilah? Or did I just lust for them. They were both beautiful in different ways. Lady Delilah was gorgeous and remote, like a stunning mountain viewed from afar but always out of reach.

Sophia was far more accessible. She was a beautiful, refreshing lake just begging to be entered and enjoyed.

“Tonight,” I smiled at Sophia, “how would you like to be tied up to a bed?”

Sophia smiled and shuddered, a flush suffusing her cheeks. “Just so long as no wyverns attack.”

“Definitely,” I nodded, shifting my shoulders as I remembered the sharp claws snatching me before I was carried off by the attacking monster. “There will be no monster attack.”

“Good,” Sophia nodded. Her eyes burned with love. Sophia definitely loved me.

So why wasn’t I sure that I loved her back? It just didn’t seem fair to Sophia not to love her.

“And I shall find a delicious barmaid or village girl to warm my bed,” Xera added.

Sophia giggled, “Yes, the Thosian girls all seem eager to try out an elf.”

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Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Island, Magery of Thosi

“What went wrong?” Master Mage Evolia asked as my eyes opened. Her motherly expression was stern instead of comforting.

“Wrong?” I asked, my mind fuzzy. My entire body trembled. Heat burned through me.

“With the summoning?” she persisted.

“Oh, no,” I gasped and sat up. My body was covered in streaks of dried cum. Magical energy burned inside my body from the eldritch horrors. I had received three doses—orally, anally, and vaginally—of the creature’s power.

“My…lemures cum wasn’t nearly as effective as it should have been, Master Mage,” I answered, hugging my body. Abruptly, I was conscious of the five Master Mages staring at my naked, cum-stained form.

“You had lemures cum?” purred sultry Laorlia.

I nodded.

Breliun, a very handsome man with a smile that had left me giddy as an apprentice mage, dug through the scraps of my torn robe. He pulled out a pair of vials that held lemures cum. He examined the vials. “You improperly prepared the preservation charm.”

“What?” I blinked.

“How did you fail such a simple spell?” Lord-Mage Alorian demanded.

“I…I…” How? I was so good. And even the newest apprentice could handle the spell without issue. It was the first thing we were taught. Preserving sexual fluids was vital for a mage, whether it was cum for a woman or pussy juices for a man.

“This is very disappointing,” Lord-Mage Alorian continued, his back stiff. “You were promising, but to make such a simple mistake…”

“If we weren’t here to rescue you…” A nasty smile crossed Laorlia’s lips.

I shuddered. I conjured a lust eldritch. The thing would have fucked me to death, absorbing all my sexual energy in the process. Then it would have sought other women to molest with its tentacles and began again.

“Very disappointing,” Alorian repeated.

“I have plenty of energy to complete the test,” I whispered, my stomach twisting.

“You failed, child,” Evolia said.

“Yes, you bunged the barrel, girl,” Chevian said, stroking his beard. I had never seen the grandfatherly man without his broad smile.

My head sank. I tried to fight the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. “I…I apologize for my lapse. I…I do not know how I could have improperly cast the preservation spell.”

“This is a serious mistake,” Alorian said. “I do not think you will be invited to test again next year.”

I wanted to throw up. My dream of being a Master Mage was yanked from me. How had I so thoroughly botched it? I was the best mage of my year. I had no doubts that I would pass. Was I in such a confident rush that I didn’t cast the simplest spell right?

Tears came. I shook as Evolia conjured a blanket and draped it over my body.

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Fireeyes – Kingdom of Valya/Magery of Thosi Border

Discovering the imprisoned fire elemental was a lucky find. The binding spell was ancient, the runes oddly formed. It predated the founding of the Magery Council and the codification of arcane rituals. The circle was a precursor of the starburst, but had nine points instead of ten and strange markings in the star’s arms. I had never seen its like before.

I drew the circle in my journal before I broke it.

The fire elemental exploded out in a hungry roar. It crackled in the air. Mirages danced around its flaming body. It vaguely resembled a slim man, the flames dancing and curling to from limbs and torso. Where the eyes would be, the flames burned white-hot.

I drank a vial of dragon pussy juices. They were hard to obtain. The dragon herself had been a young thing. I doubt I could have procured a vial from an older specimen. The dragon had howled, transformed into a woman, as I induced orgasm after orgasm to obtain ten vials of her passion.

I only had one on me, the rest safely hidden in my lab. Dragons were hermaphroditic beings of fire. Like all the five races birthed by Matar’s self-impregnation, Dragons represented one of the five elements. Dragon dew allowed for greater control over fire than other juices.

I chained the fire elemental to my will. It howled and thrashed against invisible bonds. Its flames sputtered as my magic kept its fires under control. Raging like an inferno, it thrashed as I dragged it to the bonfire my simulacrum had started.

In the fire, an image of my target appeared. Angela was in a rude village inn. The entire building was made of wood with a thatch roof. It would be hard to affect magic over such a distance. I needed a medium.

The fire elemental roared like an inferno consuming a forest as my magic devoured its essence. I concentrated on setting fire to Angela’s inn.

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Acolyte Sophia – Lenath, Magery of Thosi

The door to my room in the village of Lenath’s only inn burst open. I sat up in my blankets wearing a shift I bought off the very tavern maid Xera was enjoying in another room. My small breasts pressed against the thin linen as Angela marched in, her armor creaking.

“Oh, no,” I gasped, my heart racing. “What do you want?”

“You’re pretty flesh,” Angela purred, drawing her knife.

My eyes widened. What was the knife for? A hot flush ran through my pussy as Angela marched on me. The blade caught the light from the tallow candle burning on the nightstand beside my bed. I shifted on the hay-stuffed mattress, pulling my thighs together.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

“So long as you don’t fight,” Angela purred, “I won’t have to.”

I leaped from the bed and tried to run past her. She caught the neckline of my shift and threw me back. I squeaked as I landed on the bed. Angela was so strong and sexy. My pussy ached. I squeezed my thighs together as I cowered on the bed.

“That was very bad of you,” Angela purred.

She seized my shoulders and pushed me down. Her red hair fell around her face as I struggled beneath her. Angela’s breasts rose and fell in her half-breastplate. Her large tits were cupped by the metal and made an impressive cleavage.

“You make me so wet, slut,” Angela hissed as her knife touched my cheek. “But if you keep struggling, you’ll get hurt.”

The blade was cold against my cheek. I tried to keep from trembling. Her knife was sharp. She could hurt me. I had to trust Angela. She slid the knife down my cheek to my neck. Just a little more pressure and she would kill me.

“That’s it,” she purred. “Don’t struggle and you won’t get hurt.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Mistress,” Angela hissed. “That is how you address me, slut.”

“Yes, mistress.” My clit throbbed. This was so sexy. My heart raced with fear and lust. I was so helpless before her.

I really needed to talk to the High Virgin and have her include bondage in the training of acolytes for the Temple of the Pure. It was such an exciting branch of female sexuality not taught. I was sure there were worshipers out there who would both love to dominate women and be dominated by sexy priestesses of Saphique.

The knife slid lower. She reached the neckline of my shift. The blade slipped inside between my small breasts. The cool flat touched my right breast. It slid up to my hard nipple. I held my breath, too scared to do anything as the edge of the knife caressed my aching nub.

With a quick twist, the knife cut open my shift. I let out a frightened squeak. My heart thudded as my right breast was exposed and, thankfully, unharmed. Relief flooded me and my pussy clenched in desire. Angela smiled as she brought the tip of her knife to my nipple and lightly pressed against it.

Pleasure rippled through my body.

“Mistress,” I gasped. “What are you doing to me?”

“Playing with your delicious body,” Angela purred.

Her knife slid down my breast and then cut through the fabric of the shift, revealing my other tit. She let the knife’s tip graze up my breast. She almost tickled me with the sharp point as she circled up my small mound to my pink tip.

I fought the urge to squirm and press my thighs together. My tart excitement filled my nose, mixed with tangy musk.

Angela leaned down and sucked my right nipple into her hungry lips. Her knife pressed against my breast as she licked and sucked. I moaned and bit my lip. I wanted to squirm so badly. My body trembled beneath me, but the knife pressed on my flesh kept me still.

“Such a good slut,” Angela smiled as she moved her knife. “I can smell how excited you are. You should be scared, but you’re not. Do you know why?”

“No, mistress,” I squeaked as her knife cut the shift down to my stomach. To my pussy.

“Because you’re a horny, nasty slut that just wants to please me.”

Her knife reached the hem of the shift. The cut cloth parted away to expose my shaved pubic mound glistening with my excitement. She pressed the flat of the blade against my pussy lips as her lips captured mine in a kiss. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.

The blade was so cool on my hot flesh.

My toes curled. I moaned into her kiss. The excitement in my pussy burned hot as she slid the blade up and down my labia. My pussy clenched. Juices flooded out, coating the blade in my sticky passion.

“You make me so wet,” moaned Angela. “Do you know what happens to sluts that make their mistresses wet?”

“No, mistress.”

Angela shifted on the bed. Her chainmail loincloth dragged across my body as she straddled me. She pulled the chainmail strip up covering her ass as she backed her pussy up to my lips. She settled down on my face, her chainmail clinking as it settled into place. The links were cold as the front strip draped across my breasts.

“They eat their mistress’s pussy,” Angela purred, rubbing her hot, tangy flesh on my lips. “They make their mistress cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned into her succulent cunt.

My tongue flicked out. Angela moaned as my tongue piercing slid through her hot folds. Her tangy juices poured into my mouth as she leaned over and ran her dagger up and down my pussy lips. The cold metal brushed my folds.

I gasped when the tip pressed into my pussy. My flesh contracted about the sharp point. I moaned into Angela’s snatch as the excitement mounted. I fought my hips desire to squirm as Angela delicately probed my pussy with the dagger.

One little slip and she would cut me. I had to be still. I had to trust her. It was so hard not to move. My pussy had never been hotter.

“Such a cute pussy,” purred Angela. “And so wet. Do you love my dagger playing through your folds, slut?”

I moaned into her pussy. My tongue dug in deeper into her hot hole. I swirled it about, eager to please my mistress. The knife pressed deeper into my cunt. I kept my pussy under control as my hot flesh wrapped around the cold metal.

I sighed in relief when she pulled the blade out then tongued her pussy harder. It was exciting and scary all at the same time. My juices flooded out of my pussy and my toes curled. My entire body trembled. My orgasm swelled in my core. I was so close to exploding.

“Keep licking my pussy, slut,” Angela groaned, shifting her hips and grinding her hot flesh across my cunt. “You better make me cum, or you’ll pay, slut.”

“Yes, mistress,” I moaned.

My hand reached around to play with her clit. Angela shuddered as my tongue fucked into her hot depths. My fingers circled her hot nub. I licked and nuzzled as she rubbed something thick and hard against my pussy.

The dagger’s handle.

I groaned into her pussy as she shoved the handle into my cunt. The round pommel at the base spread my pussy open and then the rough leather of the handle teased the walls of my sheath. I bucked beneath her and rubbed harder at her clit.

My pussy burned with fire. Angela pumped the make-shift dildo in and out of my cunt. I humped my hips and moaned into her delicious pussy. The pleasure swelled. My entire body trembled as every pump of the dagger’s handle in my hot flesh brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“You whorish slut,” gasped Angela. “By the gods, you know how to eat pussy. Oh, yes. Slata’s cunt, I’m going to cum.”

I held off on my orgasm. I wanted to cum with my mistress. The air hummed with energy. I shuddered as my toes curled. A tinge of smoke brushed my nose. I frigged Angela’s clit hard. Her body bucked atop me.

“Sophia!” Angela gasped, shoving the dagger’s handle deep inside me as she came.

Her tangy juices flooded my mouth. The smell of smoke grew stronger. The air hummed with so much power as I drank down Angela’s juices. I bucked beneath her as my own orgasm burst through me. The pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped and moaned into Angela’s pussy as my cunt convulsed around the rough leather of the dagger’s handle.

The door burst open.

“I smell smoke!” Xera shouted.

“What?” Angela moaned as she shuddered atop me.

“Can’t you smell the smoke coming from this room?”

“I do,” I gasped as the final waves of my pleasure ran through me.

Angela slid off of me. “It’s just from the kitchen, Xera.”

“No. This smoke is different. They are burning pine wood in the kitchen. This is oak smoking. That’s what the inn is made out of.”

“And you say it’s coming from this room?” Angela asked.

I sat up, my cut shift slipping off my shoulders. The air hummed. I cocked my head as I studied the room. Xera’s ears twitched and her large breasts rose and fell. She pointed to the corner of the room where smoke curled.

“There’s no flames,” I gasped. All the hairs on my arms stood up. “Where is it coming from? And does anyone else feel that.”

“Yes, there is something in the air,” Xera nodded. “I can almost hear a man talking. He sounds…commanding.”

“Magic,” hissed Angela. “There is no way that floor could catch fire. There is nothing burning over there.”

“We need to get out of here,” Xera exclaimed. “Oh, no. The voice is growing louder.”

“Yes. We need to evacuate the inn,” I gasped, hopping up. I snatched up my white robe and pulled it around my body, loosely belting it around my waist.

“Saddlebags,” Angela gasped. “We need our supplies. Then Sophia, head to the barn and get out our horses. Xera and I will help get people out and—”

Flames erupted in the corner, hungry red as they ate at the floor. My heart thudded in fear. I scooped up both our saddlebags and fled out of the hallway shrieking, “Fire!”

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Xerathalasia

The burning inn lit up the night. Embers fluttered through the sky like falling stars, burning brightly and briefly. The villagers, most wearing their sleeping gowns, scrambled to put out the inferno before it consumed the surrounding houses.

The inn was lost.

Sophia and Angela stood nearby watching. Both had soot staining their faces and Sophia’s white robes were soiled. They held the reins to their horses, soothing the frightened beasts. The voice floating on the air was gone.

“Who did this?” Angela asked. “Why would someone try to burn down our inn?”

“You have made an enemy,” I answered. Those words I heard on the air were familiar. I felt like I heard them before. But my thoughts were scattered by the roaring fire.

“But how?” Angela shook her head. “I don’t even know any mage. Why would one try to kill me?”

“Maybe you just imagined the words,” Sophia whispered. “What if the fire started in the next room?”

“My room?” Xera asked. “There was no fire burning in there. I had just finished pleasuring Feris when I smelled the smoke. It came from your room.”

Sophia frowned. “Angela’s right. We’ve had no dealing with a mage. There is no one that would want to stop our quest from succeeding.”

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King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

I stared down at the white, ceramic bowl that sat on the desk of my study. Since Fireeyes had departed, I found myself often staring at it. The bowl was filled with water tinged with crimson. A magic circle inscribed around a triangle was drawn in red at the bottom. Fireeyes had left it behind, but not before pricking his finger and adding a drop of his blood.

“I will communicate when the deed is done,” Fireeyes had said nineteen days ago. “The bowl will turn red when she is dead.”

Nineteen days since I hired the rogue mage. Nineteen days that Angela lived, a threat to my throne and my unborn son’s inheritance. It ate at me. Angela was out there. I should have just killed her before she left Shesax. Why did I listen to Lady Delilah and give Angela this chance?

Of course Angela would find a way to kill the dragon Dominari, a monster no knight had slain in five hundred years of questing. A laugh bubbled out of my lips. Not only did she find a way, but it was with her ancestral sword.

“She’ll kill me,” I shouted. “She’ll kill me and refound the High King’s empire if you don’t kill her, Fireeyes.”

I didn’t mean to scream at the bowl. I reached for the crystal glass and finished off the amber brandy. The alcohol burned down my throat as I emptied the snifter in three gulps. I set it back down and looked at the crystal decanter.

“My king,” my wife purred behind me.

She waddled to me, cradling her pregnant belly. She was only a month away from term. Her blonde hair fell about her naked shoulders. Her breasts, swollen by her pregnancy into lush orbs, jiggled before her. She leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“Come to bed, my king,” she whispered. “Do not lose your mind staring into this bowl. Fireeyes will not fail.”

“He claimed to have her dead in a fortnight,” I slurred. “Two weeks and more have passed.”

“So? He will succeed.” She rubbed my shoulders. “Trust my plan. Our son shall rule. No prophecy will deny him. We shall make a grand destiny for him forged by our own hands, not the simpering words of an oracle.”

I closed my eyes and nodded.

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Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, Magery of Thosi

I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to stay piled beneath my blankets and slip back into unconsciousness. I didn’t want to face reality. I would forever be a journeyman mage. There were thousands like me, all gifted, but none trusted with the deepest magics. No kings or princes would turn to me for counsel. No rich merchants would hire my services. I would never rise to sit on the Magery Council.

All because I botched the simplest spell that even the densest apprentice mastered after a week.

The boat ride back to Esh-Esh had been terrible. I huddled in the hold, wrapped in the blanket Evolia conjured, and wept into my hands. Everyone knew I had failed. I returned earlier than any of the others, naked and trembling. No one spoke to me. Not even my friend Saoria.

She had held her head high, certain she had passed.

Right now, in the highest floor of the tower, the results were handed out. I didn’t bother waking up for it. What was the point? I already knew I had failed.

I rolled over on my bed and tried to sink back into oblivion.

It wouldn’t come. Only bitter recriminations filled me. I had failed. I was prepared for everything. I memorized all seven of the magical circles, I mastered all five of the elements, and I knew all 144 arcane inscriptions and when to use them to effect. I was ready to conjure horrors, battle elementals, and perform feats of magic so delicate that a single misplaced thought would cause the spell to miscast and backfire in my face.

And I was undone by such simplicity. How had I so profoundly failed as a mage?

I thrashed in my bed. Sleep had escaped me. My stomach gnawed with hunger and my throat was parched. I didn’t deserve food or drink. I was a failure. I should just stay in these quarters until I withered away.

I would never be a master mage.

The sun was bright as it drifted through the window. Very inconsiderate of the sun. My blanket was too thin. I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered as a sudden sob racked me. I couldn’t even wallow in peace.

The door to the room banged open. Saoria entered. I didn’t peak from my blankets.

“It is time to get up, Faoril,” Saoria said, her voice cold.

“No,” I muttered.

“Stop pouting and get out of bed, Journeyman Mage,” she snapped.

I scrunched up in a tighter ball. “Just go away, Saoria.”

“I will not be spoken to that way.”

My blankets were suddenly ripped away. Saoria stood facing me, hands on her hips. She wore the black robes of a Master Mage. So she passed. I huddled into a ball and buried my face in my hands, curling up my knees to try and hide my naked body.

“This is pathetic,” Saoria snapped. “You will get up, get dressed, gather your belongings, and vacate my room.”

Shock shot through me. “What?”

“Right now, Journeyman Mage Faoril. These quarters are mine now. I will not share them with a girl so inept she can’t even cast a preservation spell.”

The Master Mages had told Saoria how I failed? My cheeks burned.

“Saoria,” I said, sitting up and staring at her haughty face. “Why are you being so mean?”

“How else should I handle a little slut that is loafing in my room?” A sneer crossed her lips.

I flinched beneath her. “Saoria…” Confusion filled me. Why was she acting like this? “Why are you kicking me out of our room?”

“My room. I am a Master Mage. I do not share a room with a lowly journeyman.”

“But—”

“Get up, get dressed and get out. That is an order from a Master Mage.”

My mouth worked. My friend had changed.

“You have taken your training as far as it will go,” she continued, “so you have no further need of this room. It is time for you to make your own way in the world and not sponge off the Collegiate Tower.”

I swallowed. “But… I don’t have any money. I spent my last coins getting ready for the test. Can’t I stay here…in your room?”

“No. I will not have you lurking around.”

“But…I thought we were friends.”

Her laugh hurt. It was cruel. She seized my spare, red robe and threw it at me. Tears burned my eyes. I held the robe between my fingers as the tears fell, blotting the material a dark crimson. My body shook as I fought to control my sobs.

“You are just pathetic,” Saoria sneered. “Now get out of my room.”

“But…all the times we trained together. The times we…made love and shared things. I…I helped you.”

“Yes, you did. And now I don’t need your help any longer.”

“You…used me?” My voice cracked as I said those words.

“Yes.”

That one word haunted me as I pulled on my robe. Saoria’s eyes bored into me as I scurried about her room and gathered my belongings. I gathered up the few books I had managed to buy over the years, wrapping the leather-bond tomes in oilcloth before packing them into into a satchel. I didn’t look back as I left the room and stumbled down the many steps to the ground below.

I had lived in the Collegiate Tower for ten years. I enrolled when I was sixteen, eager to become a master mage. I stumbled through the grounds and out into the bustling city of Esh-Esh. In the far distance, the lake gleamed in the late spring sun.

I looked away and headed aimlessly into the city.

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Xerathalasia – Lenath, Magery of Thosi

We left Lenath early the next morning. None of us had much sleep. The village bustled for half the night fighting the fire. We had to sleep in a field, catching a few hours before we rose. As the sun climbed higher and higher, I worried over that voice I heard before the fire raged.

“Angela,” I said. “What do you know of magic?”

“Not much,” the knight answered. “Sophia, you cast magic.”

“I pray for miracles,” Sophia answered, her eyes baggy. “I…” A yawn split her lips, “…only channel my goddess’s power. A mage creates the power in themselves through ingesting cum.” She shuddered.

“Or pussy juices, if they’re a man,” Angela added.

“Just as disgusting,” grimaced Sophia. “I would never let a man’s rough hands and whiskered cheeks get anywhere near my pussy.”

“Oh, rough whiskers rasping on your pussy is quite the treat,” laughed Angela.

“Could a mage control a monster?”

“I guess,” Sophia shrugged. “Why?”

“When we fought the wyverns, I thought I heard a voice on the wind,” I replied. “I wasn’t sure if it was just distant villagers talking or something more. I was very distracted by fighting them and being wounded. But last night, I heard the same voice.” The more I pondered, the more certain I was that they were the same voice.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Angela answered.

“You’re human,” Sophia said. “You’re ears are not graceful and sensitive like Xera’s.”

A pleased smile split my lips and my ears twitched.

“Neither are yours,” Angela pointed back.

Sophia shrugged. “Well, what does it mean? Who wants to kill us?”

“Angela, not us. The wyvern came first for her.”

“Why would anyone want me dead?” Angela frowned. “Who would want to stop me from slaying the dragon?”

“You’re descended from the High King,” Sophia pointed out.

“So are lots of people. It’s been a thousand years.”

“It’s said only the High King’s heir could wield his sword,” Sophia added.

“Heir’s a broad term. It’s another way of saying descendant. Besides, my mother still lives. And my aunt, a pair of cousins, and my grandmother. Wouldn’t a few of them inherit before me, and yet the oracle says I could wield the sword.”

“Oh.” Sophia blinked. “I guess you’re right.”

Angela let out a laugh. “Does someone think I’ll restore the High Kingdom of Hamilton? I’m a woman. I can’t rule. Only men, in the footsteps of Holy Pater, can rule. Everyone knows that.”

Sophia nodded.

I frowned at that. Why could only men rule? There were no male elves, and our society functioned properly. Rebelling against Pater was how Matar created her own cock to begin with. She broke away from his masculine dominance and founded her own children and way of life.

I held my thoughts and instead asked, “What do we do about this mage?”

“Well, we get a mage of our own,” cheered Sophia. “In two days we’ll be in Esh-Esh. Then we’ll have a master mage to aide us.”

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Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, Magery of Thosi

As night crept on, and my stomach grew hungry, I entered an inn’s common room. I had no idea where in the city I was. I had wandered all day through Esh-Esh, weeping over my lost dreams and friendship. How had I never realized Saoria was only using me?

Because I was stupid. I failed to preserve my cum for the test and failed to notice what a viper Saoria was.

The common room was loud, full of travelers. There were blond and tall Zeutchians mixing with dusky-red Thlinians and brown Hazians. A woman with bright-red hair, a Tuathan from the Lesh-Ke Mountains, perched on the knee of a ebony-skinned Halanian. Her right breast was bare and his dark fingers massaged her pale flesh. Minstrels played on a small stage, a man on a hide-drum and a woman playing a lute and singing a bawdy song.

I found a seat at a table in the corner. A busty barmaid sauntered over, the top laces of her bodice undone and her large breasts almost spilling out as she leaned over and smiled at me. “What can I get you?”

“A meal and a pint of beer,” I answered.

I didn’t normally drink, but everyone around me were throwing back mugs full of the frothy, brown substance. They were all happy and laughing. Why not join them? I had no money. I had no idea how I would even pay for the meal and drinks.

“Sure, madam mage,” she smiled and turned with a sway to her hips.

Not master mage.

I pulled up the hood of my robes, hiding my face. My cheeks were sticky from tears and my eyes burned. I had no tears left. My head ached and a low growl rumbled from my stomach. Moments later, a frothy tankard plopped on my table, spilling a bit of the brown liquid.

“Here you are, madam mage. Food’ll be up soon.”

I nodded and cupped the large, earthenware flagon in my hands, ignoring the handle. I brought it to my lips and sipped at the bitter drink. My nose wrinkled at the smell. I forced my self to take a longer drink. The alcohol helped to wash down the bitter drink. The more and more I drank, the easier it went down.

I emptied the flagon and motioned to the barmaid for a second.

That one went down smooth. My insides churned as the alcohol floated through me. Fresh tears trickled down my cheeks as I went to work on my third. I was such a failure. I stared into the frothy, half-empty tankard.

“I’ll never be a master mage. Forever a stupid journeyman. Not fair. I’m good. I’m the best mage of my class. Stupid Saoria got in.” I grimaced as I said that name. “She’s so stupid. How did she pass without me holding her hand?”

No one answered me.

My meal came, a hearty stew full of meat chunks and soft vegetables. I dug in, washing down the stew with more beer. The common room begun to spin. I bet stupid Saoria messed up some spell and made the world topsy turvy.

“Stupid cunt,” I muttered. “She’s as empty-headed as Biaute. I should be a master mage.”

My eyes grew heavy as I worked on my fourth tankard. I earned a nap. I lay my head on my arms while the full inn clapped to another bawdy song. I pondered the lyrics, wondering why they were singing about a farmers daughter replanting the carrots in her own fresh-plowed holes?

That seemed so stupid.
She plunged the carrot in so deep
the hole all wet and pink
and freshly plowed and full of seed
planted by the miller’s son.
The words faded and blessed unconscious embraced me.

The hand shaking me ruined it. “Madam mage. Wake up.”

“Huh?” I asked. My head throbbed. I lifted my head. The sleeve of my robe was caked to my chin by drool. I grimaced as it tore free.

“It is time to settle your bill, madam mage,” the barmaid said.

My head was still foggy with drink. “I don’t have any money.”

“Oh, no,” the barmaid gasped. “Master Dalria will be most displeased. He does not take kindly to those who cannot pay. And you drank so much. I would have thought a mage could pay her tab.”

“Great,” I muttered and collapsed my head on the table as the barmaid went to fetch the proprietor. “How can this get any worse?”

To be continued…

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