Harem World 3

by Nick Storming

  "I love the way you look at me, my Lord," she said breathlessly as her small hand encircled the base of his cock.

  “Please,” he said with a pained smile, “call me Braden.” He had asked her and the other women several times, but they had ignored him.

  “But you are my Lord, you’re my King,” she planted small kisses on the head and shaft of his cock, as she spoke pressing it to her cheeks as she looked up at him her eyes shining with wonder and love, “we give you the title out of pride for who our Lord is, you are a Harem Mage! And the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen…” She drew him into her mouth, the hot wet confines causing a deep moan to escape his throat.

  Her round silver eyes looked up and met his as he watched his cock disappear between her thick lips. Her tongue swirled around within her mouth, and then she was licking up and down his shaft, her kissing and sucking lips then taking him into her mouth again, letting his get deeper and deeper as she pressed his cock between her tongue and tonsils. For long, drawn-out minutes, she serviced him and felt her pride and joy swelled within her as she watched happiness and pleasure spread through his being. She felt his cock throb and his balls tighten and he opened his mouth to warn her, but she just smiled and sucked all the harder. Her gentle throat was drinking him down with relish. She had heard whispers from women in the village about the bitter gross taste of their men, but her Lord tasted of milk and honey, literally. There were traces of his magic within as well, and she felt her power stirring, welcoming the added strength.

  Braden fell back onto the mattress, heaving deep breaths as he felt his whole body relax into the bed. Emma crawled up his torso, her large firm nipples dragging across his sensitive skin, and his hands came up to encircle her slender waist. The girl yelped in pleasure as she rolled her over and kissed her soundly. Her soft lips were welcoming him home. His kisses trailed down her slender neck, and she moaned out in pleasure.

  “My Lord, my body is afire when you touch it!” He took one of her large breasts in his hand and pulled the big pink nipple to his lips, nibbling and sucking on the puffy flesh. His other trailing hand slid down her taut stomach and into the thatch of silver hair covering her slender sex.

  "Kiss it, my Lord, please…" He grinned in pleasure, happy the girl was comfortable enough to ask for what she wanted and eager to please her.

  "You ever wish is my command, my Lady," His kisses trailed down her stomach, and parting her slender legs, he inhaled her aroma. At first contact of his tongue to her tender, tight lips, she shuddered in pleasure. Then his tongue dipped into her, tasting her sweet juices, searching up ever so slowly till he found the firm little nub of her clit.

  "Oh… oh god!... my Lord!" Emma cried out her body, shaking in release as he brought her off with deliberate and steady touches.

  She pulled him up her heaving breasts, and her lips sought his, her hands on his manhood, pulling the massive hard beast into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he lost himself within her tight hot depths. Never had he felt such sublime tightness as her nearly virginal sex as it hungrily consumed him. Her hips rocked in sync with his and the sounds of their lovemaking, creaking bed, and kissing lips filled the small room. They climaxed together, their cries of joy ending in shuddering muscle clenching joy before they collapsed beside one another on the bed, sweaty and clutching at one another.

  Emma's hand slid down to his soft cock, and he saw her lips twist into a sly grin, "My Lord, I am feeling like a harlot, but I have you all to myself, and I fear I am not done with this."

  Braden was about to say, he might not be up for more, when I saw her hair glow softly in the darkroom, lighting up her face in unearthly beauty. Her fingers trailed over his shaft, and he felt himself harden immediately, lust boiling in him hot and desperate. The girl's mischevious grin turned to happy joy when he growled and rolled her atop him. His might cock was driving up into her.

  God damn! Braden thought wildly, as he hammered up into her, Was that a lust spell?

  Whatever it was, his heart was hamming in his chest. The pleasure of her spread from his crotch and throughout his body. The sight of her sexy body bouncing above him, her massive breasts shaking and swaying in time with their thrusting nearly drove him to orgasm. When the girl looked down and saw her man's hungry look, she pulled his head up and fed one great nipple into his mouth. She felt sharp tingling joy spread out from his lips as he sucked hard at the tender flesh. Then she was cumming, her body shaking in pleasure.

  Braden lay the girl down as she recovered from her orgasm, but his raging cock was still throbbing painfully. Emma glanced back at him, and she bit her lip, face playfully innocent as she pulled her knees beneath her and lifted her perfect pale ass, bent at the waist.

  "I am yours to use how you see fit my Lord," she said in a quiet, submissive voice.

  Braden grinned as he moved behind her, kneeling on the mattress and pressing the head of his big cock to her wet lips. He placed one hand on the small of her back and drew her ass back into him, even as he slid deep into her. They both sighed out in pleasure, and she picked herself up on her hands, big breasts hanging down and swaying, slapping together in time with their lovemaking.

  He took her bent over doggy style, loving the sight of her breasts swaying beneath her and her head thrown back, crying out in pleasure in time with his thrusts. Pulling her back and up, his hands took up her breasts, massaging them as their lips met passionately. Then he pressed her down into the mattress, laying her flat as he pounded down into her. He came with her, clutching the girl tightly to his chest, his face buried in her soft neck. The fell asleep spooning like that, their bodies pressed together, drifting off to sleep content, each missing the two women who should have been at their sides.

  Braden woke to a warm wet heavenly sensation of Emma taking his cock deep into her mouth. The girl knelt in an almost worshipful position as she employed her two hands, thick lips, tongue, and the hot wetness of her mouth and throat to draw out his pleasure.

  “God damn Emma,” He said softly, “that’s the best way to wake up, ever!”

  "Then I shall make a habit of it, my Lord," she grinned, "but I may have to share with Leesha and Druska, oh, does that thought please you? The thought of all three of us worshipping you like this?" She smiled broadly and then licked around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive glands. "I can feel you pulsing in my hands… please give me your seed, let me drink you down!"

  Braden was all too eager to give the girl what she wanted, and with one hand sliding into her silken hair he gripped her head and brought her up and down his length, the gentle girl gave herself over to him, and soon he filled her eagerly swallowing mouth with her prize. He took a few moments and caught his breath while she stood gracefully and began to pull on her clothes.

  "It is an hour until sunrise if we want to be at the gates when they open then we should head out soon," she glanced at him laying there and shook her head, "my mother did warn me men get lazy, but I thought, aye!"

  She cried out, giggling as he pulled her down onto the mattress and tickling her rolled over and began kissing her soundly. They were both giving each other secret little smiles as they finished getting ready, and just before opening the door to leave, Braden pulled the girl into a warm hug, kissing her deeply. He resolved to himself there that if he were to be so blessed as to have three amazing women, then it was his job to make sure that each got a night alone with him, so he could deepen the connection as he had done within this room with Emma.

  Chapter Eight

  They left the inn while it was still dark out, and the only lights and sounds came from the cook preparing the days meals within the kitchen. Braden felt like he was on top of the moon, as they walked down the dark streets. His mind began to ponder the problem of these strange dungeons and the trap they had found last time. He had no idea what do expect and so no idea how they might prepare, other than being ready for anything.

  He was going over their inventory of weapons wh
en Emma staggered beside him. Turning, he reached out a hand to steady her, seeing her eyes roll back into her skull as she began to topple. Just then, pain exploded in his chest, and he was spinning across the street, hitting the ground hard, the pain doubled as the crossbow bolt sticking out of his ribs ground in deeper.

  He reacted without hesitation, which saved his life, rolling to the side and pushing himself up to his feet even as he drew his sword, summoning his magic through it. A second bolt clicked off the cobblestone right where his head had been, and he turned, raising the blade in the direction of the attack. There in one window, a dark figure was pulling back. The bar of liquid fire that shot forth from the tip of his sword was all rage and brutal power, no finesse to it as it tore through the window, wall and out the back of the building. The roof creaked and rocked, about to break free and collapse on whoever was within.

  Staggering in pain Braden looked around and saw to his horror two shapes were dashing up the street and turning into an alley, between them, they held Emma's unconscious form.

  "NO!" Braden screamed, the raw rage of it shattering windows to either side of the road, the ground trembled beneath him, and his vision was blotted out by redness. The two small figures stumbled but kept their feet. They were just about to turn the corner when a lance of red magic shot over his shoulder, striking one of the men in the back. He recognized the magic immediately, and with absolute trust that Leesha had his back, he lopped forward, pain roiling his stomach to near sickness.

  With one man down, the other smaller figure dropped Emma and spun, drawing twin daggers. In his pain and rage, Braden didn't think to employ his magical powers. Instead, he bashed at the smaller figure with brutal smashes of his sword. The little opponent was skilled, and it blocked the first thrust, its dagger digging into his thigh, then it managed to prevent the second attack, and got a slice across Braden's cheek, but he was a screaming, raging beast. They had tried to take his Emma. HIS EMMA!

  Berserk he couldn't feel pain, his arms lifted and fell battering back the smaller figures skilled defenses. Until with one brutal blow he broke through his defenses, down where neck met shoulder, cleaving the man's torso in half. He heaved and staggered back, turning to look for more enemies, and when he found none, turned to look down at Emma. The girl was groaning and shaking her head, eyes blinking open as the enchantment that had ensorcelled her, cleared from her mind.

  Braden cried out in joy when he saw she was safe, the wildness and madness of his rage receding. The pain came crashing in, and he staggered back but managed to keep his feet, grinding the point of his sword into the cobblestones to stay up. He looked over and saw Leesha dashing up to them.

  “We came as soon as the gates opened!” She said as she ran up, her eyes wide as she saw her master bleeding from numerous wounds, with a big black bolt stuck in his chest, bubbling as his lung deflated, “Master, no! Druska come quick!" she called to the cracked and destroyed building and in half a second a figure dove out of the second-story window and landed in a roll, popping to her feet, Druska dashed over, her Vorpal blade out.

  “There is more escaping from that building, but we need to get out of here,” she said when she saw Braden’s injuries, “Emma,” she turned to the girl and found her struggling to her feet.

  "One… one second… my mind is… muddled," Emma said, standing and staggering. Seeing Braden, she cried out and reached over, placing a hand on him. Her hair pulsed bright as the moon, the whole street aglow, and Braden felt his wounds healing slowly. The flesh knitting back painfully, and the bolt clunked to the ground. The girl staggered back, "I… I'm so tired…" Then she collapsed, Druska moving quickly to catch her before she hit the ground.

  “There’re more coming,” Leesha said as she raised a hand and shot a bolt of coruscating red and black energy down an alley, several figures lit up in its afterglow, stalking forward with weapons out.

  "Go!" Said Druska to Leesha, sheathing her blade, she picked up Emma and tossed her over one shoulder like a doll, drawing her blaster. Leesha took off immediately in the direction of the gates, Braden staggering behind her, and Druska taking up the rear. His injuries still pained him, the flesh was knit, and blood loss stopped, but everything within still felt damaged, the phycological effects of his wounds would take longer to heal, he realized.

  He pushed the pain down and drew in his power and let crackling blue and red magics dance along the arm and his shining blade in the other. He would probably be useless in a fight, but he hoped he looked dangerous enough, along with Leesha and Druska, that they could hold off another attack. In the end, it was Leesha whose angry destructive magics threatened any who got close that probably saved them.

  When they got to the gate, they found it lowering, and a small contingent of guardsmen's standing before the opening a burly man with an angry face stepped forward, holding up a hand.

  “Halt in the name of the Duke!”

  “Get out of my way,” Braden growled as he stalked forward his sword coming up before him.

  "Halt, sir!" The guard called again, his face fearful but resolute. "We have report of a kidnapped citizen," he pointed to the unconscious Emma, "that's the girl there, the Duke has ordered her brought to his chambers immediately."

  “His chambers? Subtle,” Braden said with an ugly sneer, “Get out of our way before I bring that gate down on your heads.”

  “Sir, I cannot allow you to kidnap this girl,” the guard said and raising a fist, the men behind him lifted their crossbows.

  With a snarl, Braden made a fist of his own, and the magical blue shield sprang up, covering him and the two women.

  “Wait!” Said Leesha stepping up and holding out a placating hand, “This woman is no citizen of your Duchy, no longer at least, she is this man's Bonded.”

  “Bonded?” The guard asked in confusion, “That can’t be, there are no Bond Mage’s in this town besides Lady Helga.”

  Leesha glanced back at Braden, and he nodded, dropping his sword and moving over to Emma.

  "Sir, leave that girl be!" The guard said again, his hand flexing on his blade, but Braden ignored him as Leesha began speaking, her voice ringing out through the square for all the guards to hear.

  "You are correct, there are no Bond Mage’s in this town, and you’re not looking at just one Bonded but three." She let the words hang in the air for a long moment as the guard's face scrunched up in confusion again, and he looked between the four of them.

  "Sir," said one of the guards behind him, a man who was glancing at Druska and Leesha anew. Braden meanwhile was tracing gentle fingers of Emma's brow and with hair-thin feelers of magic ripped apart the enchantment that kept trying to cloud her mind. It was an incredibly weak but sophisticated bit of magic, and if he had the time, he would have loved to see how it worked.

  "Sergeant," the guard said again, taking a small step back, "Bond Mage Helga, didn't she and Captain Holdfast head into hick country to hang a pretender?"

  "What of it?" The sergeant said, his eyes widening as Emma stood up on her own and blinking up at Braden. Pulling him into a fierce hug she ran her hands over his wounds, her hair pulsing gently as she finished off the healing.

  “Oh gods…” the sergeant said, “can’t be…”

  Braden turned to regard the man with a cold hard look, “Get out of my way sergeant, or you and your men will learn what the power of a Harem Mage truly looks like.”

  Chapter Nine

  Gasps filled the square, and guards dropped weapons quickly, the sergeant following suit as they backed away all eyes wide.

  "Impossible… but how can that be?" The sergeant breathed even though he couldn’t help but see it now, "Captain said you were a kidnapper, my Lord, and the girl was the Duke's property." He gulped under Braden's cold glare.

  Then the man looked around at the three women flanking the tall, powerful hero, each more beautiful than the next. A gorgeous woman with hard eyes and dazzling beauty with light green skin, shadows were dancing down
her weapons and limbs. A dangerous little elf with perky breasts, an adorable face, glowing violet eyes that were hypnotic in their beauty and more magical talent in one hand than he had seen in the city's Bond Mage. Finally, a vision of beauty the likes of which the empire rarely saw, with shimmering silver hair and glowing silver eyes. Those eyes now gazing adoringly at the man. A man, tall and broad-shouldered. There was an aura about this man, an aura of confidence and power that felt right, felt good, this was a man he could follow, and he felt instant shame.

  "My apologies, my Lord," the sergeant said with a deep bow, "it is clear the Duke was mistaken. Is there anything we can do to be of assistance?"

  “Just let us through Sergeant,” Braden said with a sigh, "We still have a long day of clearing dungeons and saving a girl ahead of us.”

  "The Dukes, daughter!" The sergeant said, looking up, "You are heading into that hell hole? But of course, that makes sense… but why would the Duke try to stop you?"

  "I imagine he has no idea who we are," Braden said, "I’ve sought to keep it a secret. The Duke's daughter is trapped within?"

  "Aye," the sergeant said, and with a hasty wave, he moved all his men back. The guardsmen watched Braden and his harem walk by in awe. Several knelt muttering fervent prayers, one even reached out a hand and trailed gentle fingers across Leesha's white dress, and the elf glared down at the man, but he didn't notice her, just held the fingertips to his heart and prayed all the harder. Leesha grinned evilly and went to move towards the man, probably to tease him or play some prank, but Druska stopped her with a touch, and the elf frowned, then laughing in delight skipped on.