Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  Saying those words sent a strange excitement through me at the same time it horrified me. Tonight, my step-father would satiate his lusts in me. He would use my body, and part of me yearned for that taboo transgression.

  I shivered, then realized it was just my lingering horniness stirred by Sven. Not that I lusted for my father. Not that I wanted to cross into the taboo with him. No, no. My pussy itched from Sven's lapping tongue, my body craving any satisfaction, not caring that it came from my hated father.

  “Oh, my sweetling,” he groaned, reaching my shoulder with his lips. I felt him through my thin nightgown. “How I've craved this night.”

  His hand cupped my breast, thumb rubbing linen fabric against my nipple. I didn't fight the groan brought about by the tingles racing down to my hot snatch. I groaned and squirmed, shuddering beneath his stirring touch.

  Then his lips were at my neck, his hand squeezing my breast through the nightgown. He cupped my small tit in his grip with ease while his rough whiskers scratched at my flesh. I craned my head, leaning back into my pillows, letting him have access to my body.

  I could endure this.

  His tongue licked up my neck to my jaw. He followed it to my lips. I closed my eyes, kissing my step-father. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I shivered beneath him, my body trembling, his hand squeezing my breast harder. Our tongues danced, caressed, forbidden pleasure rippling through my body from my aching nub.

  His hand shoved into my bodice, touching my breast directly. I sighed into his mouth, kissing him back, my hand stroking his whiskered cheek. His calloused fingers pinched and rolled my nipple, working it between them.

  My pussy melted, not caring that I hated this man.

  My hatred spurred me to kiss him harder. A strange perversion gripped me, like something external reached into me and seized my lusts. My mouth worked against his. My arm went around his neck, pulling him tight as I whimpered and groaned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, begging for attention.

  Father broke our kiss, leaving me breathless. “I knew you burned for me. You want this, don't you?”

  No!

  “I do, Father,” I whimpered. “I've dreamed of it so much.”

  “This is why I had to... remove your—”

  I kissed him again, not wanting to hear his justifications right now. I poured my anger into my lips, turning it into passion. My body quivered, his hand moving down from my breast now, sliding across my side, reaching my hip. He pushed beneath the blankets, stroking my thighs until he found the nightgown's hem.

  Then he slid up my flesh. I quivered, my legs parting as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hand crept up my inner thighs, reaching for my treacherous pussy. My snatch craved his touch, aching for the forbidden caress of my father's fingers.

  I whimpered when he found my pussy. Breaking the kiss, I moaned, “Father!”

  “Yes,” he groaned, stroking my hot cunt. His fingers slid through my blonde curls, stroking my pussy lips. He found my clit, peeking out of its little hood, and stroked it.

  My body quivered.

  “You're molten for me. You want me so badly.”

  “So badly, Father,” I whimpered, hating how true those words were. Right now, I wanted to fuck my father. I wanted to feel his cock in me. I wanted to buck my body, to pour out all my anger into my passion and explode on this monster.

  What was wrong with me?

  I quivered again as he rubbed my clit. He kissed at my neck as I whimpered and moaned. My passion sang through my bedchambers. His rough fingers moved lower, caressing my pussy lips. Then two entered me.

  “Father!”

  My pussy clenched on his invading digits. My eyes fluttered, my heart racing. I humped against his probing fingers. He kissed lower and lower, pressing down into my bodice as he stirred my pussy, my cream flowing.

  His lips found my nipple. He sucked on my nub. My snatch tightened on his probing fingers. Such delight tingled through me. I whimpered and squirmed, the pleasure building and building in the depths of my cunt.

  My father knew how to touch a woman.

  He kissed and sucked on my nipple. He nipped it. He made me squirm and writhe. His fingers pumped faster and faster in my snatch. I snarled, my fingernails digging into the back of his neck, clawing at him as I humped.

  “So hot,” he groaned. “So passionate. You boil like your mother. And just as beautiful as her, my sweetling.” He licked his lips. “But do you taste as good?”

  “Find out, Father!” I moaned. “Eat my pussy!”

  More shame burned through me as I begged for my step-father to give me pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head as he moved down my body, pushing down my blankets, hiking my nightgown up around my waist. I squirmed as he settled between my spread thighs, gazing at my pussy impaled on his digits.

  “Yes, yes, devour me!” I hissed, so angry at myself, at him, at my passion. And so eager for his taboo touch, for my quivering orgasm. “Make me cum, Father!”

  Sparks flared at his licking touch. His tongue flicked around his fingers up to my clit. I groaned, hating and loving it all at the same time. My thighs squeezed about his head, wanting to crush him, wanting to hold him in place. I whimpered, my hands reaching over my head, as I humped against his licking mouth and pumping fingers.

  Wicked delight rushed through me. My eyes fluttered, blonde hair spilling about my face as I quivered. My exposed breasts jiggled, pink nipples glistening with Father's spit. He plunged his fingers faster and faster through me, feasting on my cunt, flicking my clit.

  “You taste so fresh,” he groaned. “Like your mother did when she came a young window into our marriage bed.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Love me like you loved her, Father.”

  His lips sealed on my clit. I gasped, bucking, my pussy clenching down on his thrusting digits. They sent delight rippling through my molten snatch and radiating out into my body. I bucked harder, the forbidden pleasure swelling and swelling in me.

  Why did my body have to enjoy this so much? It made it harder, craving his touch, eager for the explosion to cum. I drank in the feel of his fingers reaming my cunt, his tongue flicking my clit, his eyes staring up at me. My father ate me. My father pleasured me.

  My father made me cum.

  “Daddy!” I gasped, calling him that for the first time since Mother's death. “Yes, yes, Daddy!”

  “My sweet princess,” he groaned, feeling my hot snatch convulsing on his fingers. “Cry out your passion.”

  He stared up at my face twisting in rapture, hearing my whimpering moans as he feasted on my cunt. He flicked my clit, making my breasts jiggle as the rapture surged through me. My juices flooded out into his hungry mouth.

  He lapped them up as the humiliating ecstasy flooded my mind. My eyes squeezed shut as I bucked. I wanted to pretend Sven ate me, but I knew it was my father. That what we did violated the laws of men.

  I came harder.

  “Daddy, Daddy, I need you!” my traitorous voice cried out. “In me! Please, Daddy!”

  “Yes, my sweetling,” he groaned and rose to claim my pussy with his cock. To fully transgress in my body. He yanked down his hose, his dick spilling out.

  My thighs parted wide. I ached for this. I pulled him to me, kissing him hard, tasting my fresh juices. I hated him so much. I wanted to fuck him to death. His cock rubbed at the entrance to my pussy. I thrust forward, impaling my pussy down his dick.

  He groaned, feeling my wicked passion. I locked my thighs about his waist, crushing him as hard as I could while I worked my cunt up and down his taboo shaft. I groaned and hissed as I clawed his back through his doublet.

  He was smaller than Sven, but my pussy didn't care. My cunt boiled around his dick, my orgasm still howling through my body. I groaned, shivering, moaning. Pleasure raced through my body, mixing with the shame, the anger.

  “Fuck me, Daddy!” I howled, working my hips.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “My sweetling has gro
wn into a woman.”

  His right hand squeezed my breast, his left gripping my ass. He plowed his cock into my hot depths. My father's dick pounded me. The friction burned so hot, keeping my cunt spasming, my orgasm rippling through my body.

  “I'm going to breed such a strong baby in you. The uniting of our bloodlines. Our son shall be the most powerful king in the world.”

  “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” I gasped, the words tumbling from my mouth. “Breed me.”

  “My sweetling! He'll be the kaiser over all. More powerful than the High King.”

  “He will,” I moaned, lost to the forbidden rapture. I couldn't control myself. My pussy spasmed wildly; my orgasm crashed through my body.

  I bucked and heaved beneath him, loving his rough hands squeezing my ass and tit. He thumbed my nipple, sending more hot passion through my body. My eyes widened. I shivered, the rapture shooting through me. I groaned and gasped, rising on the wings of my orgasm.

  I came harder and harder. The euphoric waves rippled through me as my father's dick plunged over and over into my pussy. He grunted and groaned. He rammed his dick into me. Then his back arched. He buried to the hilt in me.

  “My sweetling!” he groaned as his taboo seed flooded my pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! Breed your little girl!”

  My orgasm intensified. Reached its peak of shameful pleasure. I thrashed and convulsed beneath him. My fingernails scraped along the velvet of his doublet. My nipples ached. And more and more of his cum spurted into me.

  “My beautiful princess,” he groaned. “My sweetling, what a son we shall create.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, knowing I would forever have his trust after this. He would never suspect me of plotting with his enemies. With the man I truly wanted to breed me.

  I could not wait for Sven to kill my father. Why did I have to enjoy this? Why did I have to cum so hard? So much?

  My father pulled out of me. “I have things to attend to,” he said, his passions dying, becoming remote like he had after mother's death. He put his cock away, then straightened his doublet. “I will visit your chambers later.”

  “I look forward to it, Daddy,” I cooed even as I felt the tears build. Why did I enjoy it so much?

  I felt so dirty now, my father's cum leaking out of me. The door closed as he left. A sobbing shudder wracked my body. I was a freak. I enjoyed the forbidden sex with my step-father. I'd known him all my life. He raised me.

  It was so wrong.

  I needed Sven. I needed to be held by him. I reached out to my proxy.

  Chapter Eighteen: Hard Ride

  Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

  “Brother mine,” I groaned when I burst into the tent, his cock thrusting hard from his stomach. Naked, my lithe body fell on his, my pussy rubbing on his hard cock. “Is everything okay?”

  “The princess just had to leave early,” Sven groaned. “She has to be careful.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, glad she had to leave. It was so hard hiding my frustration as the princess monopolized my step-brother every night we camped. But I could thoroughly enjoy him tonight.

  I kissed my brother on the mouth, my pussy sliding up his hard dick. I didn't need foreplay. Not after listening to him with Ava while masturbating myself. My sticky fingers stroked his whiskered cheeks, smearing my musk on him.

  I groaned, feeling his cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. I grinned, wiggling back and sliding my pussy down his cock. I loved the taboo union of our bodies. He grunted into our kiss, his strong hands grabbing my ass.

  “Sister dear,” he groaned as I rose on him, impaling my pussy down his cock. His eyes stared at my round breasts, making me so aware of the amulet hanging between them.

  I shivered, tracing the flowering vine tattooed about my left breast as I squirmed on his dick. He licked his lips, staring up at me with those blue, hungry eyes. I reached my hard nipple, stroking it, my pussy clenching on his dick.

  “Ride me, sister dear.”

  “Yes!” I howled, my back arching.

  And I rode my brother's cock. Hard.

  I slid my pussy up and down his dick. I clenched my hot snatch on him, sliding up and down as the pleasure surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my breasts jiggling before me, the ruby pendant moving with them. My snatch clung to his shaft, the friction burning between our flesh.

  Zanyia nuzzled against my brother's whiskered cheek. She licked up the juices I smeared on his face, purring loudly. Her ears twitched. I grasped her ass, squeezing her cute rump as I worked my hips, pleasure racing through my body.

  “You need to ride my brother, too,” I groaned.

  Zanyia purred louder in answer. Then she moved with the nimble grace of a cat. Her naked skin glistening in the lamplight, her small breasts jiggling. She planted her pussy on my brother's face, her tawny thatch damp with her excitement. Yowls of delight rose from her throat, her ears twitching and tail swishing.

  I grinned at her, both of us undulating our hips, dancing on my brother as we experienced the pleasure of his body. My pussy worked up and down his cock while his tongue lapped through her hot pussy.

  I cupped her small breasts, leaning forward. I groaned, changing how my brother's cock rubbed against my pussy, the tip rubbing on the top of my sheath. I trembled, my tongue flicking out to brush her nipple. The ruby amulet swung between us, the chain rubbing on the back of my neck.

  “Oh, Mistress, yes,” yowled Zanyia. Her fingers stroked through my blonde locks. “Mmm, such a sweet sister you have, Master.”

  “So sweet,” he groaned. “Just like your pussy.”

  “You do have a sweet pussy,” I groaned as I switched nipples. I engulfed her other dusky nub.

  Zanyia's purrs rumbled happily from her throat.

  My brother's hands squeezed my ass, guiding my hips. My pussy drank in the friction as I rode his cock. I savored his thick shaft filling me. I moaned about Zanyia's nipples, my orgasm building so swiftly.

  Watching my brother fight today had been...exhilarating. Such a strong man, taking on so many at once.

  My pussy squeezed harder, my snatch approaching a boil. His cock warmed me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. My clit ached and throbbed, rubbing into his wiry thatch of pubic hair on the downstroke. My tongue fluttered around Zanyia's nipple, my hands squeezing her hips. Pleasure built and built.

  “Mistress is about to cum,” Zanyia yowled. “I can smell it.”

  “And what about you?” my brother groaned.

  The lamia squealed, her back arching. “It won't take long with you sucking on my clit, Master!”

  I shuddered, my pussy squeezing hard on my brother's dick as I impaled my cunt down his shaft. My clit reached his wiry hair, drinking in the sensation. My pussy boiled. Heat burst through me. My flesh spasmed on his cock as I convulsed.

  My head snapped up from Zanyia's small breast. “Brother mine!”

  My orgasm washed through me, my hips bouncing my spasming pussy on my brother's big cock. He groaned into Zanyia's pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head, stars dancing before me as I loved the wicked rapture racing through my body.

  “Mistress!” squeaked the lamia. “Master!”

  She joined me in rapture. She gripped my shoulders, fingernails biting into my flesh as she spasmed on my brother's face. The scent of her sweet pussy cream filled my nose. She drenched his face. I heard him drink in her delight.

  And then he grunted. Taboo seed flooded my pussy. I gasped, my cunt spasming about his dick, milking his cock as I bounced and shuddered on his shaft. The pleasure shot through me. Making me whimper and groan.

  “Sven!”

  “Kora!”

  “Master!”

  The three of us shared our love and passion. I held Zanyia, leaned forward, and kissed her as my brother pleasured us both. His cum filled me. Where it belonged. I groaned, shivering, Zanyia's rough tongue brushing mine.

  I treasured this
moment. Every time I made love to my step-brother was special. One day, we'd have to stop. One day, he'd marry Ava. And the princess could never learn about our forbidden love.

  ~ * ~

  Princess Ava

  I needed Sven so badly. My proxy's eyes opened. I lay to the side of the bed. I blinked, staring at Kora's naked body. No, that couldn't be right. I shook my head. It was her, the vines tattooed about her body proclaimed who it was. Zanyia lay between her thighs, lapping her pussy and Sven...

  My eyes widened. Sven fed his cock to his sister's mouth. “Suck your juices off, sister dear. I'm going to fuck you so hard again.”

  He was a pervert just like my father. He lusted for his step-sister. Crossing the line into the shameful pleasure. Anger surged through me, my heart clenching in pain. I couldn't believe this. My Sven... and Kora.

  If my proxy could produce tears, I'd flood the tent.

  Chapter Nineteen: Catgirls Need Cock Too

  Sven Falk

  I grinned, loving the sight of my step-sister writhing on her back, Zanyia running her tongue through Kora's sloppy pussy, licking up the taboo combination of my cum and my sister's cream. My dick throbbed, still slick with Kora's juices. My sister shivered, her round breasts quivering, the ruby amulet glittering between those lush mounds.

  “Oh, Zanyia, yes,” gasped Kora, her fingers digging into the bedding, her moans echoing through the tent. “I so need this after the day we had.”

  “Yeah, I bet you do, sister dear,” I grinned, kneeling by her face, my cock thrusting at her. “All that stress of the chase needs relieving.”

  “So much stress,” she moaned. She licked her lips, blue eyes focusing on my hard cock.

  “Hungry for something?”

  “Always, brother mine,” she whimpered.

  I brought my cock close to her mouth, feeding it to her. She opened wide, engulfing my dick and sucking her juices off. I savored the forbidden love, her tongue dancing over my cock's crown, cleaning her cream off my shaft. Tasting our mixed passion.

  “Suck your juices off, sister dear,” I groaned. “I'm going to fuck you so hard again.”