Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  Josephine leaned back into me, twisting her body to throw her right arm around my neck. Her breast rubbed against my face as I pumped her up and down on my dick. Her bowels so hot and tight, my dick aching in their embrace.

  “You want to fuck her, don't you?” she whispered.

  “What, no,” I groaned, fighting to look away from my sister. But Kora entranced me. So lovely, the goddess Rithi made flesh, dancing with beatific grace.

  “You really do,” she groaned, her bowels clenching. “I like my step-brother, too. So I think it's hot that you want her.”

  I grunted, my eyes flicking to Josephine's.

  “Ooh, you've already fucked her?” She shook her head. “No, you've made love to her.”

  I didn't answer, my heart racing, my dick aching. My sister danced in the corner of my eyes. My attention went back to her even as Josephine purred her delight, her bowels growing so hot and tight on my dick as I lifted her curvy body up and down.

  “I've been with my brother,” she moaned. “It's the best sex I've ever had. He took my cherry. And whenever I can, I enjoy him. His wife has no idea what he does when he visits his little sister.”

  “Gods,” I groaned, my balls aching.

  “And you want Heidi so badly. You wish it was her ass on your cock.”

  “Yes,” I groaned, my voice so throaty. Kora's dance slowed, turning into a sensual writhe, her whole body wiggling as her fingers rubbed at her shaved pussy, her face twisting in whimpering pleasure. “She wants me touching her right now.”

  “But you can't,” gasped Josephine. “You want her tonight. In your bed.”

  “Yes!” I groaned, my dick aching, bouncing her harder and harder as Kora threw back her head, moaning over the clapping beat of the watching men, rubbing herself to her climax.

  “Take me to bed tonight,” gasped Josephine. “Choose me over the other maids, and I'll make sure it's your sister who shows up.”

  “Yes,” I grunted, bucking up from my chair, ramming my cock into her bowels as my sister came.

  Her screams of passion echoed through the common room before the lusty cheers drowned her out. My dick twitched. My cum fired out of my cock. Josephine gasped, feeling my cum flood her bowels. She slammed down my shaft. Then she let out a moan.

  “I'll make your dreams come true!” howled the naughty maid, her bowels milking my dick as she came on my cock.

  Elli whipped her head around, shuddering as she came on Marita's mouth. “What dreams?”

  I winked at Elli as I held Josephine's waist, hugging her as her bowels writhed about my cock. The last of my cum spilled into her. I panted, my body buzzing with rapture, eager for tonight. I needed to enjoy Kora again. I wanted to make love to my sister over and over.

  Then I groaned as Josephine pulled off my cock, her skirt falling back in place. She struck out through the crowd, laughing, giggling, fending off friendly hands as she made her way to my trembling sister. The curvy maid climbed on the table with her, hugged her fiercely, and whispered in her ear.

  Kora's eyes found mine, widening in shock. And then she smiled and whispered something back.

  “Mmm, now I get to clean your dick,” Marita purred, her face smeared with pussy cream.

  Chapter Eleven: Naughty Kitty-Cat

  Zanyia

  “You're so good for helping out Master and Mistress,” I purred, parting Josephine's plump butt-cheeks. She lay on her belly on Kora's bed in her room in the inn. It was a small room, a narrow bed, mattress stuffed with straw, shoved beneath the eaves. My tail brushed the rafters as it flicked back and forth, excited.

  “Every brother should know the joy of making love to his step-sister,” Josephine giggled as I stared down at her butt-cheeks, Master's cum leaking out of her well-fucked asshole.

  I smelled the salty jizz and her sour ass, a wonderful flavor. I purred, “And that's why you deserve your reward for letting them have their special time.”

  Josephine gave a wicked giggle. “And does that reward include having a naughty lamia lick my ass clean of her Master's cum?”

  “Yes!”

  I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, my little pussy on fire. I ignored it, trained by years of slavery in Zizthithana's court in the city of Kozzithni to deny my own pleasures. I concentrated on rewarding Josephine, my tongue lapping up Master's jizz staining her taint and clinging between the cheeks of her ass.

  I loved it. Choosing who I rewarded. Though Sven owned me, I still could make choices. Like pleasing this woman. My heart beat with such joy. How did I, out of all of my race, get so lucky to be rescued by such an amazing man?

  I purred louder, loving the jizz I lapped up, savoring the salty flavor tinged with Josephine's sour musk. It sent such a naughty thrill through me as my tongue cleaned through her butt-cheeks, nearing her sphincter with every lick.

  And then I found it.

  “Zanyia!” groaned Josephine, letting out a throaty moan as she wiggled her hips, my tongue swirling about her sphincter, cleaning up the jizz bubbling out of her asshole. “Ooh, yes, Hans is so lucky to have you.”

  I tried not to giggle, finding it so strange that Master had a second name. Hans. I liked Sven better. It felt stronger, like him.

  “Mmm, yes, eat my ass, you naughty lamia,” she gasped. “Oh, I wish I could keep you. That tongue... So different from a human's.”

  “If you wanted to own me, you should have rescued me,” I giggled, then plunged my tongue into her sphincter.

  “Gods, yes!” she gasped, my tongue wiggling through her bowels. “Sven earned your passion. He's so gallant.”

  I agreed, my tail twitching faster, my pussy growing hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I lapped up Master's cum I found in her bowels. I savored the sour musk, resisting the heat burning in my cunt, begging for my attention and...

  My ears twitched. I didn't have to deny myself. Josephine wouldn't beat me for cumming without permission. She wouldn't care if I pleasured myself while licking her asshole. Sven wouldn't be angry, either. He liked it when his women came.

  My purr grew louder as I rubbed the end of my tail against my hot pussy. The bristling hairs caressed my pussy through my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my clit throbbing when I caressed the little button.

  “Oh, yes,” gasped Josephine. “I love your purring. It's so exciting.”

  My joy rumbled out of my throat, my tail caressing my pussy lips. I stroked up and down my slit, rubbing my ticklish fur into my sensitive flesh. Pleasure rippled through my body. My ears twitched while my hips wiggled.

  I swirled my tongue through her asshole, gathering up every drop of jizz I could find. The salty-sour flavor melted on my tongue. I shivered, waves of delight washing through me, stars washing across my vision as my pleasure built.

  Josephine needed the same pleasure.

  “Zanyia!” she gasped, my fingers plunging into her pussy.

  Her hot, silky depths clenched down on my digits. She whimpered into the pillow she hugged, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face. I swirled my tongue faster through her bowels, whipping her up to a froth as I plunged my fingers faster and faster into her dripping snatch.

  “You naughty lamia! Ooh, such a good kitty-cat!”

  I was.

  I rubbed harder at my pussy with my tail, my body shivering. I curled my fingers in her pussy, searching for that special spot. When her bowels clenched on my tongue and her cunt on my fingers, I knew I had it. I attacked it.

  She gasped out in wordless pleasure. Her back arched. Her pussy convulsed. Hot juices flooded out of her snatch, bathing my fingers in her passion. Her clenching bowels forced out more cum from deeper inside of her.

  I loved it.

  “Slata's hairy cunt! Yes!” Josephine howled. “You wonderful lamia!”

  I shivered in delight, so happy I made her cum. My tail rubbed at my pussy, caressing my clit. Pleasure exploded in my nethers. I yowled, lifting my head from her ass as rapture rushed through me. More stars wa
shed across my vision. I quivered, soaking my tail with my cream, filling the air with my sweet musk.

  I savored my pleasure, able to control when I received it. My ears twitched. I was free. Free! I loved Master so much for this gift.

  “Oh, what a good reward,” panted Josephine.

  I nipped her butt-cheek. “And we have all night to have more!”

  She laughed, rolling over. “Yes, we do.”

  ~ * ~

  Kora Falk

  My body buzzed from my orgasm, Sven's cum leaking out of my pussy. His arm pulled me closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed. The air filled with our forbidden musk, that wonderful mix of sweat and hot pussy and salty cum.

  “Love you,” Sven murmured.

  I smiled, closing my eyes and just wanting to savor this moment.

  “It's nice being in the same bed,” he added.

  “More comfortable than a bedroll,” I agreed. “It's like we're really a couple.” Married... What a dream that would be.

  “We are,” he said, stroking my shoulder.

  I closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the lie. But I knew this couldn't last forever. One day, we'd kill Prince Meinard and avenge our parents and sister. Then Sven would marry Princess Ava. He'd probably end up ruling Meinard's lands, usurping him in every way.

  And it would be over between us. Ava could never know about our relationship. She tolerated his dalliances, even enjoyed sharing them with him. But would she tolerate our taboo love? No, she wouldn't accept that. She'd be horrified. Not everyone could be like Josephine, that wonderful barmaid.

  It was so much fun using my magic to swap our appearances. Everyone thought my brother went upstairs with that plump maid instead of me. Poor Marita and Elli were crushed not to be taken, but we couldn't trust them not to talk.

  I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his chest rising and falling against my breasts, his heart beating. It slowed as his passions died. His hand held my shoulder, his thumb stroking my skin. His other hand found mine resting on his muscular stomach, caressing it.

  A smile curled my lips.

  That naughty itch grew in my pussy again, but I ignored it. I wanted to cuddle for as long as possible. Sven didn't cuddle with whores. As much as I wanted to be his whore, to be fucked by him in the common room, I also wanted to be his lover. I wanted to be everything. Wife, mistress, whore.

  Princess Ava would be his wife.

  A thought jolted through me, banishing the comfortable daze I lay in. I gasped, lifting my head up from my brother's chest, looking at him in realization.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Ava sent that new statue. You have to let her know you got it. She sent it to us for a reason.”

  Sven's hand tightened on my hand. He drew it down his body to the golden thatch surrounding his hard cock, still wet with my pussy juices. “I thought I could love you again.”

  I squeezed his slick dick. “Mmm, if we do that, we'll never get to Ava's gift. I'm not going anywhere.”

  “Fine,” he groaned. “I can tell you're going to be stubborn.”

  I grinned at him. “Waiting is good for you. If every woman spread her thighs when you wanted, well, you'd start to take us all for granted.”

  He laughed. “You better hide yourself.”

  My pussy felt juicy enough to cast the spell, my orgasm still fresh enough for my cream to have sexual energy tingling in it. I rolled away from my brother, sliding a hand between my thighs. I groaned, shoving two fingers into my cum-filled twat. They came out gleaming, streaked with milky jizz.

  “Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint with your concealing radiance,” I prayed, smearing our sexual juices across my cheeks. My fingers became my brush, my face and body my canvas. My goddess mixed the paint, transmuting the cum and pussy cream. “Conceal me, my goddess. Hide me from sight until I am ready to unveil my perfection.”

  I gasped, my Goddess taking over, painting my body in near invisibility. I shivered, stepping back, Rithi constantly adjusting the pigments so my body stayed nearly unseen, blending me in with the surrounding world. I backed into the corner of the room and watched as Sven rose from his bed large enough for two to sleep with comfort.

  He padded to the sealed package, a box held in a white, felt bag, tied shot and sealed in blue-gray wax. The princess's signet, the rampant lion of her house facing three lilies, was impressed into the wax. My brother broke the seal, reached into the felt bag, and produced a carved box of cedar wood, polished to a gleam.

  He opened it.

  A smile crossed his lips as he pulled out a rose quartz statuette, the size of his hand from fingertip to wrist. Even from where I stood, I could tell it was Ava's body captured naked, like the other statuette she gave Sven. My brother turned it in his hand, the crystals in the quartz catching the candlelight, stars decorating Ava's body.

  His thumb ran down the statue's stomach to her pussy. He knew how to turn the princess's device on.

  Chapter Twelve: Princess's Passion

  Princess Ava – Echur, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch

  I bolted upright in my bed, feeling the massive thumb rubbing at my pussy even though no one touched me. My bedmaid, Greta, lifted her head from the pillow beside me, a naughty gleam in her eyes. Ever since she'd crawled into bed, she'd been affectionate, wanting to devour my pussy and feel my tongue on hers.

  But excitement over what I discovered in my step-father's office burned too hot through me to be distracted by sex.

  And now Sven activated my new proxy. My soul connected me to all my proxies. They existed in me, small pockets of awareness, something I only really noticed when stimuli touched them. Like how you never really noticed your toes or fingers or other parts of your body until they touch something new. Elsewise, they just fade into the background, not important.

  And when they did touch something new, they'd leap to awareness.

  And right now, Sven rubbed on the pussy of my new proxy, summoning me. “He's in Cheyvn.”

  “Oh,” Greta said, a bright smile on her lips. “Wonderful.”

  “You're going to molest my body, aren't you?”

  “Princess,” she gasped in faux-shock, her blue eyes widening. “I would never.”

  I shook my head at the young maid. “You would.”

  I didn't mind. She could play with my body all she wanted this time. She wouldn't be a distraction like she had the morning I donned my beetle proxy for the first time and explored my father's office.

  I fell back on my pillow, closed my eyes, and sank into my proxy.

  When I opened my eyes again, I shuddered, the massive thumb rubbing on my little pussy, sending delight rippling through me. Sven, a giant towering over me, grinned down at me. I drank in his handsome face, his blond hair mussed, his chest naked.

  “Who did you enjoy in your bed before activating me?” I asked, amusement in my tone.

  “Just one of the buxom lasses,” he grinned.

  I wished I had bigger breasts than the little handfuls I possessed. Even tits the size of his step-sister Kora's would be wonderful. I knew Sven loved them large. Why else did he insist on staying at the Buxom Lass in Cheyvn? My agents reported far better inns lay in the city than it.

  “I should be cross with you,” I groaned, his thumb feeling amazing on my pussy. My stone body shuddered. Though made of rigid materials, my magic allowed me to animate it like it were real flesh, the stone becoming malleable like skin and tissue.

  I was thankful Krab had seduced one of my ancestors and blessed my line. And hated that my father had the gift, as well. He abused it.

  “But you're not,” Sven said, still massaging me, sending trembles through me. “Because I'm going to make you cum so hard, Princess.”

  “Promise?” I purred, eager to show him what made this newest proxy so special.

  I took perverse delight in using my step-father's money and resources
against him.

  “So, why the new proxy, Princess?” Sven asked, pressing his thumb harder into my tiny snatch, stimulating my delicate pussy lips. “Unless you just wanted to look even prettier. Because this rose quartz makes you sparkle like a pink night sky.”

  I blushed and quivered. “This.”

  I activated the enchantment on it. Waiting three months for my agent to track down the Tuathan soulborn witch was worth it to see the shocked expression on Sven's face as my tiny body grew. I swelled, the world shrinking as I expanded. He set me down on the wooden floor as I sprouted past his knee.

  I giggled, my hands cupping my small breasts as I passed the height of a toddler, a small child, an adolescent girl. I squeezed my tits, small crystals in the quartz sparkling. My nipples ached, the same rosy hue, swirled with milky stria, as the rest of my artificial body. I kept growing and growing until I neared Sven's height.

  My true size.

  “By the gods, Ava,” he groaned. “How?”

  “A witch named Fiona,” I grinned, turning my hips and wiggling. “I never thought I would have it so soon, but she and her soulborn sister were both pregnant and in the Tuathan valley. I guess their paladin husband bred them both on the same night.”

  “Lucky guy,” he grinned.

  I arched an eyebrow. “Why, wishing you had another woman in your bed? Maybe you heard sister, and were wishing your step-sister Kora was in your bed?”

  His smile slipped for a moment. I meant it as a joke, but there was something in his eyes. Did he lust for Kora? I shivered, picturing the graceful blonde. The thought of enjoying Sven's sister had crossed my mind a time or two. But the pair of them together....

  A strange heat rose in my pussy, a taboo excitement at the thought of brother and sister coming together in forbidden love. Then I shook my head. Maybe he had an attraction to Kora, but they wouldn't act on it.

  “Let's not talk about other women when I have you,” he groaned, reaching out and touching my rose-quartz body. I trembled, feeling his hands caressing my flesh. The bit of me still aware of my real body felt Greta's hands prying apart my thighs.