Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  “Does that make me his sex slave?” Nathalie asked, her voice girlish and tight.

  “Yep,” purred Zanyia. Then she licked me again.

  “I'm not his slave!” I gasped, wiggling my hips. I worked my tits up and down his dick. I took another lick across his crown. “I'll be his woman. Like the gemstone princess. Or Kora. But not his slave. I'm too hot to be his slave.”

  “You promise?” Zanyia asked and then took another wonderful lick through my pussy.

  Pleasure surged through me. Her tongue bathed my clit then lapped through my labia. “Yes!” I moaned without thought. “I promise to be his woman!”

  “Do your really mean that?” she purred before thrusting her tongue deep into my pussy, wiggling it around.

  She stirred such a wonderful froth of pleasure through my pussy. “Yes! Yes, I do!”

  I sucked on the tip of Sven's cock, sliding my tits up and down his shaft. My butterfly wings flapped harder, the lamia's tongue caressing my sensitive flesh. She sent such wonderful pleasure shuddering through me.

  Sven groaned as I loved his dick, still working my boobies up and down his cock. I humped back into Zanyia's licking tongue. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched, rubbing on my ass. A ticklish delight washed down to my cunt, building my orgasm so swiftly.

  She was so skilled at licking pussy.

  Then she sucked on my clit. Her teeth nipped it, sharp and playful. I groaned, my ass clenching. Her hands caressed my skin as her tongue bathed my bud. The rough texture felt so amazing. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

  I sucked harder and harder on Sven's cock.

  Then Zanyia pulled her lips away. “I don't know.”

  My mouth popped off Sven's cock. “Don't know what?” I demanded. “How to make me cum? You're doing such a good job. Don't stop.”

  She took a lick up my tight slit, making me shudder.

  “I don't know if I believe you. Are you really my Master's woman?”

  “I am!” I moaned. “I promise you, I am his woman and...” My eyes widened as the magic of my race settled into my bones. “Ooh, you tricked me! I love it!”

  “I just made you horny,” she giggled. “You're born from Las, like me. Both our races are controlled by our genitals. Our pussies drive us. And you need to cum.”

  “What?” Sven groaned.

  “She tricked me into being your woman,” I grinned at Sven, my heart beating so fast for the mortal. “If a faerie promises something thrice, it binds her. And so I'm your woman. Your faerie-wife. Congrats!”

  Then I inhaled his dick as Zanyia lapped at my pussy.

  “Slata's hairy cunt!” Sven groaned.

  “Congrats, brother mine,” laughed Kora. “I bet Ava will be thrilled to learn you have a faerie-wife.”

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Pleasure twisted his face.

  It sounded like another fun game playing with the gemstone princess. I couldn't wait. My pussy clenched around Zanyia's probing tongue. Her purrs hummed through my flesh, making me shudder, swelling my orgasm.

  I popped my mouth off Sven's cock, stroking his dick fast in my tits. I stared up at him, licking my lips in such hungry excitement. His dick twitched and throbbed between my big boobies. I knew his release hurtled closer and closer.

  “Mmm, cum on my big tits, my husband,” I groaned, the words feeling so right pouring out of my lips. I promised to be his woman. I was his woman. It was just that simple to my people. “Just spurt that salty cum all over my lips.”

  “Yes,” he snarled, his dick throbbing.

  My pussy grew hotter as his dick erupted. Hot cum splashed across my face. The salty delight spilled over my cheeks and forehead, washed across my lips and nose. I bathed in it, reveled in his explosive passion. Magic wreathed his cock, enchanted it.

  His sister's work. How naughty.

  I opened my lips, letting cum spurt directly into my mouth. I savored the delicious flavor, swirling it through my mouth with my tongue. His spunk ran down my face. More splattered my tits as I squeezed out the last drops with them.

  “Ooh, yum!” I moaned, wiggling my hips.

  And then I came myself.

  My wings fluttered hard. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Zanyia's hungry mouth. The lamia purred her delight, lapping up my cream. Her tongue flew across my sensitive labia, adding more delight shooting through me.

  The ecstasy reached my mind. I loved it. I savored cumming. Zanyia was right. My race descended from Las, the God of Lust, fucking Cernere, the Goddess of Crime. We were horny, tricky creatures. And it was wonderful.

  My tongue flew across my lips, gathering every drop of my new husband's spunk I could while the rapture boiled my mind. I knew I would have so much fun with this mortal. It would be just the best. Him, his sister-lover, his lamia slave, and the gemstone princess. The daughter to his enemy.

  Sven fucking her was the most delicious trick of all!

  ~ * ~

  Kora Falk

  “Why don't you play with Zanyia,” I told the former virgin, her pussy spasming about my fingers, my cunt writhing about hers. Our orgasms peaked as I stared at the cum splattered on the faerie's face. My step-brother's spunk.

  I still wasn't about to trust Aingeal even if she was my brother's wife—spouses could betray you just as easily as a stranger—but I did want to have fun with her. I pulled my fingers out of Nathalie's deflowered pussy, the girl whimpering.

  “Yes, yes, let's play,” Zanyia said, lifting her face from Aingeal's cunt. The lamia licked her lips, looking so much like a hairless cat. Then she scampered to Nathalie. “We need to talk anyways.”

  I let that pass as Zanyia dragged Nathalie to her feet and led her to the tent. I trusted Zanyia. Even if I hadn't witnessed her risking her life to keep Sven from taking mine. The lamia had proved her loyalty.

  She loved my brother as much as Ava or I did.

  But this faerie... She was just having fun.

  I fell to my knees by Aingeal. I nuzzled up against her face and licked the cum staining her cheeks. I shuddered, loving the flavor of my brother's spunk. The faerie turned her face, her purple eyes glossy with desire. Then she kissed me on the mouth.

  Sven groaned, watching us snowball his cum back and forth. I didn't fight as Aingeal pushed me down to the ground. My tongue bathed her face, licking, lapping, gathering up every drop of my brother's cum I could. I savored the delicious delight. It melted on my tongue and made me tremble. My pussy burned with delight, simmering and begging to be touched.

  Our mouths met again as Sven fell behind the faerie. She whimpered as flesh slapped flesh. I knew my brother had entered her. His dick filled her pussy. The faerie broke our kiss, gasping, her wings fluttering behind her.

  “Fuck her, brother mine,” I grinned, wiggling on the ground. “Fuck her while she eats my pussy.”

  “Yes, yes,” Aingeal moaned. “Such a wicked family I married into.”

  “You have no idea,” I panted, seizing her pink hair and pulling her face down to my shaved pussy.

  The faerie's lips touched my pussy. Her tongue snaked through my folds. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I humped against her, smearing my hot flesh against her lapping tongue, shuddering as she pleasured me.

  I stared up at my brother, loving his muscular chest rippling as he took the faerie hard. His blue eyes twinkled with delight. He thrust forward hard, burying over and over into Aingeal's cunt. The faerie moaned into my twat.

  Her passion hummed around my clit.

  “That's it,” I moaned. “Mmm, what a naughty sister-in-law. So eager to eat my pussy while my brother fucks her cunt.”

  “Oh, yes,” Aingeal moaned. “And it's such an amazing cock. Better than Cú Mheá's big dick.”

  “I've got the best,” my brother boasted.

  “Maybe,” Aingeal groaned. Then she buried her face back into my pussy, licking, lapping, devouring my cunt.

  I shuddered on her face. Her tongue licke
d and lapped through my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head. My thighs squeezed down on her face. I whimpered. My moans sang through the air. My breasts shook and jiggled as my body thrashed on the ground.

  Sven grunted as he fucked her. The faerie moaned into my pussy, bucking back into his thrust. Her wings shot up then flapped rapidly. Her tongue flew through my labia, licking at my folds with such an aggressive hunger.

  “Oh, yes, you're going to cum on my dick,” groaned Sven, plowing into her so hard, his balls smacking into her.

  “And you're going to fill your faerie-wife with so much jizz,” I groaned, my body trembling. “Just flood her cunt with your spunk.”

  “Yes!” moaned Aingeal into my snatch. Her lips found my clit.

  She sucked hard.

  My body convulsed. My bud throbbed in her moaning mouth. She sucked on it, nibbling, teasing. Her body shuddered. Her wings flapped and twitched. Glossy, purple eyes stared up my body as she nursed on my clit.

  Then she moaned so loudly. Pleasure crossed her face. Sven grunted, and I knew she came on his dick. Her hot pussy convulsed about my brother's cock, pleasing him. I shivered, my own orgasm swelling fast.

  “Fill her with your jizz, brother mine!” I howled. “Do it!”

  “Yes, sister dear!” he snarled, thrusting forward.

  I stared into my brother's blue eyes. They swam with love and passion. I felt so close to him. He grunted. I moaned. Then we both came. My body convulsed as his cock unloaded his cum into the faerie's hot pussy.

  I screamed out my rapture into the night. I humped against Aingeal. Such bliss shot through me. Such a thrill. I couldn't trust the faerie, but I could enjoy her. I would enjoy her. I would use her to please my brother and me.

  And if she tried anything, she would pay. I wouldn't let her bind me up so easily next time. My magic would be ready. I was a priestess of Rithi. I knew art and beauty. And I would use it to keep my brother's wife from hurting him.

  My pleasure peaked in me.

  ~ * ~

  Zizthithana – Kozzithni, The Shahdom of Shizhuth.

  “Dread Istandar,” the trembling lamia said. She knelt naked before me, her body pressed almost flat to the ground, her tail draped across the floor.

  I frowned at her, my coiled body shifting, scales rasping against each other. “I hope your news is greater than your impertinence for disturbing me,” I hissed. My tongue flicked out, tasting the lamia's fear. She looked up at me for a moment, her face covered in fading bruises. “If you displease me, you will make amends.”

  Her ears twitched. Her eyes flicked to the skin draped before my throne, pale and supple—the finest lamian leather.

  “My Lord and Master is dead, dread Istandar,” she squeaked. “I am no longer bound to his shadows.”

  My fingernails tapped on the arms of my throne, my breasts shaking before me. “Gorth'in is dead?”

  The lamia nodded again. “I... I am once again your... your slave, dread Istandar.”

  My tongue flicked out, my stomach seething. My eyes flicked to my cruel knife. My anger needed an outlet. My hand reached for it. The lamia whimpered, her face pressed to the ground. Her fear became sweet terror.

  And then the doors to my throne room opened once more. A human guard in black armor took three steps in, fell to his knees in a clank of metal. I winced, eyes narrowing on him. Perhaps I could use a new skin. Something darker to contrast with pale lamian.

  “Dread Istandar,” the guard croaked. “An emissary from the Paragon demands an audience with you.”

  A cold hand squeezed my heart. It took all my self-control to keep my scales from quivering. “Send it in.” My eyes flicked to the lamia. “You, slave, to the kennel with you.”

  The lamia scampered to her feet, fleeing even as the monstrosity oozed into my throne room. I straightened my back, took in a deep breath. With Gorth'in dead, I did not have good news for the Paragon.

  “Have you recovered the phylactery yet?” gurgled the creature, a foul, and misshapen thing fashioned with forbidden magics. “The Paragon grows impatient with your delays.”

  Damn Therek for getting killed by those humans. And gods curse Gorth'in for dying, too.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Precious Gift

  Zanyia – Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  “Let's talk,” I told Nathalie. The Zeutchian girl was watching Sven, Kora, and the faerie with tremulous eyes.

  “Okay,” the girl said, her fingers wet with my pussy juices. We had made each other cum. I loved that. Cumming. So wonderful.

  The girl stood on her lithe legs, her golden-blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her shoulders, her small breasts jiggling. They were the same size as mine. Her hand clenched mine as I led her to the tent. It had been such an exciting evening. The scent of blood still lingered in the air.

  And that always excited me. I was a lamia. Though my race was raised as slaves by the nagas across the Despeir Mountains, we were still similar to cats. We liked to hunt, to eat meat. We liked the taste of blood. And since we were creatures born of Las's indiscriminate masturbation, sex was ingrained in us.

  So my pussy dripped with excitement.

  I pushed aside the flaps of the tent, the inside reeking of hot pussy. Such a wonderful scent. A purr rose in my throat, my triangular ears twitching atop my head and my tail swaying behind me. It brushed Nathalie's thighs.

  She giggled. “I like your tail.”

  She grabbed it and I yowled, “Don't do that!”

  “Sorry!” Her hand flinched back.

  I shivered, my tail swishing fast. “It's okay. You didn't know.” I squeezed her hand.

  She gave me a nervous smile.

  Purring, I pulled her to the mussed bedding where Kora and I were making love before the attack. “My race doesn't like having our tails grabbed. Only Sven can do it.”

  “Because he owns you?”

  I nodded, smiling happily as I yanked her down to the bedding.

  “You're his sex slave?” Nathalie asked as she settled down beside me. She didn't resist as I rolled her onto her stomach, her cute tush so round and perky. I stroked down her spine, making her shudder. “You do whatever he says?”

  “Whatever he says,” I answered. “I'm his sex slave. It's so wonderful giving myself to him. To surrender to his love. It's so different than being a slave by force. Sven cares for me. He understands that I need to be owned. It was bred into me. But I don't have to be afraid around him. I know he won't ever harm me. He might hurt me.” My hand stroked her butt-cheek then gave her a pinch. “He might spank me or flog me. He might twist my nipples. But he knows that it will make me wet.”

  “It does?” the girl asked, her voice rising in awe. She stared at me with her blue eyes, her left cheek resting on her folded arms. “Why?”

  “Because pain and pleasure are so closely related,” I said. “They can blend from one to the other. A man can fuck you so hard your pussy actually hurts. But it's such a wonderful ache. And other times, he can spank you so hard that the burning pain becomes euphoria. It makes you drunk. It makes the sex incredible.”

  “Wow,” she said, shuddering. “It was already incredible. Feeling Sven slide his cock into me, fucking me harder than he fucked my mother. I know I pleased him more than her.”

  “You didn't like your mother cheating on your father,” I purred. “But you just had to know why she did it.”

  “I know why,” she said. “Because of Sven. He's amazing. Wonderful.”

  “Yes, he is.” My purr rose in my throat, rumbling with my joy. My tail swished more. “You love him.”

  She nodded her head, her eyes bright. “I fell in love with him watching him with my mother, seeing how he pleased her. He was so handsome, so passionate. That's why I came with him.”

  “And you'll make him a wonderful sex slave,” I smiled, squeezing her ass, my fingers dipping into her butt-cheeks.

  “Slave!” she gasped. “No, no, I want to be his wife.”


  “But you can't be his wife,” I told her. “He's already got a faerie wife. He just married her.”

  “I can be his human wife,” objected Nathalie. Her eyes were swimming with need. “I would be a great wife. I would love him and raise his children and never nag him or fight with him like my mother does with Father. It's why he spends so much time in the village. I wouldn't be anything like her. I wouldn't cuckold him, either.”

  “Of course you wouldn't,” I purred. “That's why you'll make such a wonderful sex slave.”

  “But—”

  “He's engaged to marry a princess,” I told her.

  Her eyes widened. “A princess?”

  “Princess Ava, the daughter of Prince Meinard. They love each other. They're already promised. And he also has his sister. She's his sister-wife. See, he's already got three wives, or he will. He can't have any more. But what he can have is lots and lots of sex slaves.”

  My fingers wiggled into her butt-crack, searching, finding her asshole. I stroked her puckered sphincter as she wiggled on the bed. Her face furrowed with disappointment. But I could see it. This girl was so submissive. The way she let Sven bring her out here. I had keen hearing. I heard what she was doing with Sven while I made love to Kora.

  “He could have a fourth wife,” she protested after a moment.

  “When you slipped out of the tent to fuck Sven, what was the first thing you did?”

  “I...” She licked her lips. “I gave him a blowjob.”

  “Now I know he licked your mother's pussy first. When you watched them, you saw him going down on your mother, making her cum so hard before he fucked her.” I paused, pressing the tip of my middle finger against her asshole, her puckered ring resisting my digit's intrusion. “But you didn't have him lick your pussy. You sucked his cock. Why?”

  “Why? Because I wanted to give him pleasure,” she said. “And I know from my friends that boys like it when you suck their cock. They like girls who do that. Who please them. And I wanted to please him so much.”

  “Just like a good sex slave would,” I purred, my finger pressing harder.