Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  The knife buried in his throat.

  As his blood sizzled, I dropped to the ground. My legs folded beneath me. I fell onto my raw back. I winced in pain, my entire body trembling. I tried to move. Tried to speak, but only moans of pain burst from my lips.

  “Master!”

  Zanyia appeared over me, hale and hearty. Her eyes were wide, her ears twitching. She stroked my face. I couldn't just lie here whimpering. Not before my slave. I sucked in a deep breath, warring with the agony shooting through my body.

  “See you... figured it out...”

  “I'm a bad pussy,” she said.

  I was in too much pain to ask about that.

  “I'll go get Kora,” she said, biting her lip. “I hope she's okay. That third treeman is still out there.”

  “The third treeman is dead!”

  Kora appeared, holding her robes over her arm. Her torso was scratched and raw, blood oozing down her hip. She looked so disheveled and yet so beautiful. My sister fell to her knees beside me, the pendant I gave her bouncing between her round breasts.

  “I'll fix you up, brother mine,” she said, plunging her fingers into her pussy.

  “Aingeal,” I said. “She's hurt... worse.”

  “And I'm right here,” my sister said, pulling out her fingers.

  Another figure appeared, a woman with short, white hair, skin as black as night, and eyes that almost glowed like a pair of yellow moons. Plate armor clad her body, molded to her curvy flesh. She stared at me impassively. I groaned, blinking my eyes.

  “Who's your friend?”

  “My mother named me Ealaín,” she responded; her voice had a deep, husky cadence.

  “An aoi si sent by my Goddess,” Kora said.

  “Sent, why?”

  “For the evil your sister wears around her neck. The Phylactery of the Biomancer Vebrin. The true prize you liberated from the servants of the naga Zizthithana.”

  Kora froze. Her hand grabbed the red ruby I gave her. I “liberated” it from the Shizhuthian warleader who owned Zanyia before I killed him. Then I shivered. “The Biomancer? The one who made half the monsters that plague the world?”

  “The very same. His servant has long searched for the receptacle of his soul; his phylactery.” Ealaín shifted. “With it, the Paragon can restore the mad warlock to life so he can continue his vile research. You are in grave danger for it has fallen upon you to stop this great evil from happening.”

  “Great,” I groaned.

  ~ * ~

  Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

  I couldn't sleep as I lay beside my step-father. I kept waiting for word from Sven, for him to activate my proxy and tell me that he had destroyed the Lodestone. That he'd robbed my father of his foul army of statues.

  Slaves. Thousands and thousands of slaves. It made my skin crawl that was pressed against him. The ardor that had consumed me earlier, driven me to writhe atop him, had faded right now. I wanted to vomit. I hated how much I craved his touch.

  I wanted this to be over. I wanted him defeated by my Sven.

  A loud commotion echoed outside my father's chamber. A servant shouted. Someone roared back. My father stirred, coming awake. He sat up, his arm pulling out from beneath my head. I clung to him, feigning fear as the door threw open.

  Master Mage Shevoin entered, sucking in deep breaths. “It's been destroyed.”

  “What?” my father growled.

  “The Lodestone, your Highness. The Lodestone has been destroyed.”

  Triumph surged through me. Sven and his women did it. We were one step closer to defeating my father. I was thrilled to witness the horror sweeping across his face. The knowledge that his greatest weapon in holding onto his conquered territory was taken from him.

  His dream of becoming the next High King crumbled before him. It was beautiful to witness.

  The END of Book One of the Rogue's Harem

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  Glossary

  Gods

  Pater: Father of the Gods, married to Slata. Through her, the dual-sexed races were born. Through his numerous affairs, he has birthed many gods, demigods, and heroes of renown, including the long dead High King Peter.

  Matar: First goddess and former wife of Pater. She created her own cock and impregnated herself, birthing the five hermaphroditic races.

  Slata: Mother of the Gods, married to Pater. Mother of many of the gods, demigods, and the dual-sexed races.

  Saphique: The Virgin Goddess, patron of maidens and lesbians.

  Seljan: The God of Commerce.

  Rithi: The Goddess of Art. Her priests and priestess are known as Radiants.

  Krab: The God of Craftsmen.

  Biaute: The Goddess of Beauty.

  Dauthaz: The God of Death.

  Cernere: The Goddess of Thief.

  Cnawen: The God of Knowledge.

  Firmare: The Goddess of Farm.

  Luben: The God of Love.

  Iustia: The Goddess of Justice.

  Las: The God of Lust, father of many monsters and the single-sexed races.

  Lagu: The Goddess of Law.

  Gewin: The God of War.

  Illth: The Goddess of Illness.

  Throwia: The Goddess of Suffering.

  Henta: The Goddess of Hunting.

  Vedr: The Goddess of Weather

  Miscellaneous

  The Altar of Souls: An ancient artifact believed to be used by the God Krab to forge powerful artifacts, including the High King's own sword.

  Aoi Si: A race of hermaphrodite demigoddess born to the Goddess Rithi after her affair with Matar. They serve as muses and protectors to artists that Rithi wishes to cultivate. They have black skin and white hair and are capable of transforming their clitorides into fully functional dicks.

  Biomancer: A mage who is well versed in life magic. A line of research outlawed by the Magery Council. Biomancer Vebrin is the most famous, responsible for creating many monsters.

  Biomancer Vebrin: The most infamous warlock in the world. He died centuries before High King Peter. Through his magic, based out of his labs at Drakin Castle in the Haunted Forest, he created many of the monsters which plague the world. He died under mysterious circumstances.

  Faerie: A race of demigods birthed of Las and Cernere. They have great command over spirits, using them to create powerful magical effects. They created their own world, another dimension, that they live in. They have butterfly-like wings and colorful hair.

  High King Peter: The demigod son of Pater and a human woman. Gifted a powerful sword capable of slaying a dragon by his divine father, High King Peter conquered most of the western world and founded an empire. With the aid of his two wives, Queen Aria and Queen Rose, he ruled for decades. But the Goddess Slata, jealous of all her husband's bastards, cursed him, ensuring all his sons died. Only his daughter, Lily, survived but she and her descendants would only have daughters so none of his blood could ever rule again. After his death, his sword was shattered into five pieces and hidden throughout the world.

  The High Kingdom of Hamilten: Founded a thousand years ago by Peter, the demigod son of the God Pater. He united the western kingdoms around the Nimborgoth into a unified which sadly did not survive his death thanks to the Goddess Slata's meddling.

  Human: A dual-sexed race that dominates much of the world.

  Lamia: A single-sex, all female race of petite humans with cat-like features including triangular ears, slitted eyes, and a swishing tail. They are playful and prefer going around naked. Many are enslaved by the nagas of the Empire of Shizhuth.

  Mage: A practitioner of magic trained to control the five elements. They use a medium, typically sexual fluids, to power t
heir magic. The term mage has become associated specifically with the practitioners trained and associated with the Magery Council of Thosi.

  The Magery of Thosi: One of the countries birthed out of the collapse of the High Kingdom of Hamilten when the great High King Peter died without any living heir. Unlike the others, it is ruled by the Magery Council of the Collegiate Tower instead of a hereditary monarchy. Thosian humans have pale skin and light-brown to dark-brown hair.

  Naga: A single-sex, all-female race that possess the lower bodies of a serpent. They mate with humans to produce daughters. The nagas of Shizhuth have founded a dark empire. They are capable of shadowmancing and teaching it to their human favorites.

  The Shahdom of Shizhuth: A country to the east of the Strifelands separated from the western nations by the Despeir Mountains. This land is ruled over by the nagas. Shizhuthian humans are characterized by dusky skin and dark hair.

  The Strifelands of Zeutch: A country left in the ruins of the collapse of the High Kingdom of Hamilten when the great High King Peter died without any living heir. The various princes have been warring for two hundred years for the title of Kaiser. Zeutchian humans are characterized by pale skin and blonde hair.

  The University of Az: The premier institution of knowledge in all manner of arenas from scholarly to the martial. The Dueling College and the Bardic College number among the most famous of its many institutions.

  Sneak Preview of “The Acolyte's Passion”

  Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.

  “Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother's fiery hair, but my father's blue eyes.

  “I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.

  “I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.

  “But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.

  My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.

  I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.

  And it was time for him to eat my pussy.

  I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You're going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”

  “Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.

  My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

  I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don't miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”

  My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.

  Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.

  “Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I'm gonna drown you!”

  His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides squirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.

  “That's it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”

  My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin's hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires' eyes envious of my lover's cunnilingus prowess.

  “Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.

  Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.

  I gripped Kevin's hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.

  My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.

  I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.

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  About the Author

  Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

  “I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it's a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationships, it will be a hot, erotic story!”

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