by Reed James
Rogue's Wicked Harem
The Rogue's Harem 2
(A Fantasy Erotic Novel)
by
Reed James
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Rogue's Wicked Harem
Naughty Excerpt from “Rogue's Sultry Women”
Stories of from The World of Erasthay
Chapter One: The Goddess's Daughter
Chapter Two: The Princess's Desires
Chapter Three: Fairy Surprise
Chapter Four: The Priestess's Inspiration
Chapter Five: Wicked Negotiations
Chapter Six: The Princess's Plan
Chapter Seven: Royal Delights
Chapter Eight: Desperate Hope
Chapter Nine: Frozen Dawn
Chapter Ten: The Faerie Queen's Court
Chapter Eleven: Naughty Rumors
Chapter Twelve: Fairy Performance
Chapter Thirteen: Royal Command
Chapter Fourteen: Inspiration
Chapter Fifteen: The Queen's Good Boy
Chapter Sixteen: Fairy Delight
Chapter Seventeen: Inspiring Art
Chapter Eighteen: Impending Freedom
Chapter Nineteen: Coquettish Pussy
Chapter Twenty: The Rogue's Plan
Chapter Twenty-One: Escape's Promise
Chapter Twenty-Two: Ambush
Chapter Twenty-Three: Deadly Shadows
Chapter Twenty-Four: Rose Quartz Flesh
Chapter Twenty-Five: Throbbing Aftermath
Chapter Twenty-Six: Harem's Healing Love
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Harem's Delightful Celebration
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Inspiring Naughty Art
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Hermaphrodite's Passion
Chapter Thirty: Exhausted Plan
Chapter Thirty-One: The Naga's Domain
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Fairy's Art
Chapter Thirty-Three: Insidious Poison
Chapter Thirty-Four: Weakened Passion
Chapter Thirty-Five: Exhausted Desperation
Chapter Thirty-Six: Dwindling Strength
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Goddess of Inspiration
Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Goddess's Price
Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Princess's New Distraction
Chapter Forty: Orgiastic Celebration
Chapter Forty-One: The Princess's Jubilation
Chapter Forty-Two: Inspiration's Freedom
Chapter Forty-Three: Princess's Naughty Lesson
Chapter Forty-Four: Bloodlines
Chapter Forty-Five: Kora's Menage Seduction
Chapter Forty-Six: Pink Cunt
Chapter Forty-Seven: Teasing Lies
Chapter Forty-Eight: Fighting Blind
Chapter Forty-Nine: The Ogre's Prowess
Chapter Fifty: Bound Seduction
Chapter Fifty-One: Merging Souls
Chapter Fifty-Two: The Ogre's Prowess
Chapter Fifty-Three: Ealaín's Revelation
Chapter Fifty-Four: The Rogue's Trust
Glossary
Naughty Excerpt from “Rogue's Wicked Harem”
I grabbed the faerie princess's butt-cheeks as she knelt on her hands and knees upon the bed made of soft moss. Her purple and black butterfly wings fluttered as I buried my face into her violet bush and tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy. It was wonderful. Her flesh so hot, her pubic hair so silky. She squirmed as I kneaded her ass, humping back into me.
“Yes, yes, show me how much you care for Aingeal,” moaned Siona. “Convince me, stud! Win me to your side! Ooh, yes, I like that.”
I nibbled on her clit, my nose pressed into the nectar-scented folds of her cunt. She wiggled against me as I sucked on her bud. I loved how she moved, the way her rump flexed beneath my squeezing fingers. I gripped her hard, spreading her butt-cheeks apart as I flicked my tongue up through the folds of her pussy.
“Ooh, yes, that's good!” she moaned. “Cernere's black cunt!”
I nibbled on her pussy lips now, her pubic hair caressing my cheeks. My fingers slid across her taut rump, diving into her crack. I dove my tongue into her pussy's depths. My cock throbbing, aching to be in her. I wanted to fuck this faerie princess so hard.
I would show her that I cared for Aingeal. That she was worth sparing. I wouldn't let my faerie-wife die.
I swirled my tongue through Siona's snatch, making her wings flutter more. My fingers caressed through her butt-crack at the same moment. I found her sphincter. She let out a throaty moan as I circled it, caressing the puckered ring.
Her snatch clenched on my probing tongue as my finger penetrated her asshole. I sank into her velvety depths. Her wings hummed now. Her bowels squeezed down on my digit as I worked it in and out of her bowels.
Then I slipped a second into her velvety embrace.
“Ooh, yes,” she groaned. “I like that. Mmm, finger my asshole and eat my pussy! Convince me, stud!”
I flicked my tongue back down to her clit. I batted it over and over, striking her little nub as I plundered her velvety asshole. I swirled my tongue about her little bud. Her nectar dribbled down my chin as my tongue fluttered and teased and pleased her clit.
And then I sucked on it.
She squealed in delight, her wings flapping so hard. Her asshole clamped down on my fingers. Her moans sang through the pavilion, so full of her pleasure. I nipped her bud with my teeth, bringing another gasp, another hard squeeze of her bowels.
Her juices poured out of her cunt, dribbling over my lips as I sucked on her clit. I brushed my tongue against it, caressing it, driving her wild. I thrust my fingers as deep into her bowels as I could, making her feel my passion. My dick ached to get in the game.
But I had to be patient. I had to focus on her pleasure. I had to save my Aingeal.
“Sven!” the faerie princess whimpered. “Mmm, just like that. Yes, yes, yes, you're going to make me explode. I love it.”
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of from The World of Erasthay
The Rogue's Harem Book 1: Rogue's Sultry Women
The Rogue's Harem Book 2: Rogue's Wicked Harem
The Rogue's Harem Book 3: Rogue's Passionate Harem
The Knight and the Acolyte 1: The Acolyte's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 2: The Mage's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 3: The Thief's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 4: The Shaman's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 5: The Knight's Passion
The Triad and the Innocent Maidens
The Triad and the Gorgon's Seduction
The Triad and the Maiden's Passion
; The Unicorn's Mate
The Nubile Mermaid's Courtship
Chapter One: The Goddess's Daughter
Zizthithana – Kozzithni, the Shahdom of Shizhuth
The rasp of my scales made a sibilant hiss through my throne room as I tribbed my sex slave. Shilia, my lamia, whimpered and moaned, her big breasts rubbing against the serpentine coil of my lower body. Her nipples were two points of hardness on my flesh, her tits so soft. And her pussy... Her pussy was so wet.
I savored the feel of her pussy on mine. I rubbed our cunts together, my clit nudging hers. She gasped and whimpered, her purrs mixing with the rasp of my scales. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched and her cat-like tail swished. Her mane of black hair fell down her back as her youthful face twisted with pleasure. The feel of her sent such pleasure through my naga body. My hands rubbed from the transition of my scales to the human-like skin of my belly. I drew my hands up my dusky flesh to my heaving breasts. They were large and pillowy, the nipples pierced by gold rings.
I pulled on them.
My serpentine lower half tightened about Shilia's torso. She yowled as I felt how fragile she was. I could crush her body. I undulated faster, harder. Such delight surged through my pussy as our flesh caressed each other's. I seized my nipple rings, tugging hard.
“Gods, yes,” I moaned in delight. “Las's thick cum!” I moaned, crying out to the God of Lust, the progenitor of both our races. Nagas and lamia were birthed from his indiscriminate masturbation, his cum sprayed across the world.
But where lamia came out weak and fragile, with almost no wills and easily dominated, nagas were birthed strong. We conquered. We seized power. And I wanted more. I wasn't content to be an istandar, an equivalent rank to a human duke, of a single province. I wanted to rule the entire shahdom, to be what humans to the west called a queen. I would rule all of Shizhuth and then conquer the naga countries to the east. And flood across the Despeir mountains to the west and conquer the human nations.
“Mistress!” whimpered my slave, her limbs wrapped about my body. Her tongue licked at my scales, between her whimpers, rough and hot. She twitched and groaned, smearing that hot cunt against mine.
Our clits kissed. Sparks of rapture shot through my body.
“Mistress!” yowled Shilia again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, smearing our cunts so hard together. The pleasure built in me. I pulled on my nipple rings. “Let me feel that little cunt cumming on my snatch. Bathe my pussy in your juices, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress!” she moaned, squirming.
I tightened my coils again. Her body spasmed. She yowled, her voice thick in pleasure and pain. I felt her ribs on the verge of cracking. Hot cream flooded out of her cunt and spilled over my pussy lips. Her ecstasy and agony echoed through the room.
I felt her heart flutter beneath those big breasts.
I held her life in my coiled embrace. I twisted my nipple piercings. Pain and pleasure shot through from my fat nubs down to my pussy. I smeared my cunt against her cumming flesh. My clit dragged through her hot twat and nudged her hard clit.
Sparks exploded.
My pussy convulsed.
My head threw back, my bright-violet hair swept about my shoulders as I moaned out in rapture. Wave after wave of delight washed out of my cunt. I squirmed on my throne, holding my slave so tight in my embrace, drinking in the rapture.
“Las's delicious cum!” I hissed, stars dancing before my eyes.
For one moment, all my worries, all my problems, vanished. The Paragon, the missing artifact, the death of two of my prized servants, and my alliance with Prince Meinard did not weigh on me. Only the bliss of my orgasm. That wonderful height of rapture.
And then my euphoria died.
My orgasm ended.
Pleasure withdrew from me while Shilia kept yowling and squirming. She rubbed those soft tits on my scaly lower half. She licked my bronze belly scales, her hands rubbing on the smaller scales of the back of my tail, touching the vibrant purple mixed with chevrons of bronze. I sucked in breaths, listening to the joy of her orgasm.
And contemplated crushing her. Killing her. I had other lamia. I could buy more from the breeders. It would feel so good to squeeze harder, to feel her body pop and creak and—
The shadows swirled in the center of my throne room. I froze, releasing my nipple piercings and watching the shape emerge. Through the art of shadowmancing, my race had learned how to manipulate the substance created in the absence of light, to seize that ephemeral aether and manipulate it. We'd taught it to our most loyal servants, the human males who carried out our will and fertilized our eggs.
Like all races born of Las, mine was a single gender species: all female. We needed human males to reproduce, just like the weak, purring creature in the embrace of my scales.
The shape of Keythivak rose out of the gathering shadows, a whip-thin man. I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. He stood with the languorous grace of a deadly fighter, ready to spring in any direction and deliver death.
My assassin.
I had dispatched him after those humans who dared attack my servants. They cost me men, slaves, the death of my warlord, and the loss of an artifact I made promises to deliver. Promises that would give me the power to seize the shahdom.
“Dread Istandar,” Keythivak said as he knelt before me.
My serpentine body uncoiled. Shilia slipped to the floor, purring in delight as she curled up at the foot of my throne. I ignored her, the last of the bliss fading from my body as I focused my full attention on my assassin.
“You have it?” I demanded. I needed it. The Paragon was growing...impatient.
“I found the trail,” Keythivak answered, “from where Gorth'in was killed.”
I hissed at that. Warleader Gorth'in was one of my best. He had found the thief's trail early on, following it only to die. Killed by these humans who had what I needed. It troubled me that they possessed power that could defeat a shadowmancer. “And?”
“Their trail lead to a faerie ring,” Keythivak replied. “I could follow no farther.”
My scales rasped together as I absorbed this information. The thieves had fled to Faerie? Why? Did this have anything to do with my agreement with Prince Meinard? This all started when the thieves raided a slaving party I sent into the Princedoms as cover for their true mission: finding the artifact. Normally, I sent half the slaves I took from Prince Meinard's lands back to him via Faerie, handing them over to the prince's ally, Duke Gallchobhar.
“They will have to emerge again,” I hissed. “Watch the ring! Kill them! I want all their heads and what they stole!”
I would have my empire!
~ * ~
Sven Falk – Faerie
“Rithi, bless my natural paints with your divine love,” my step-sister, Kora, chanted. Her blonde hair, gathered in twin braids, swayed behind her shoulders. Her hands slid down her lush body covered in tattoos of flowering vines adorned with pink petals. She shoved her hands down past her shaved pudenda, brushing the lips of her pussy. Through the pain, I couldn't help but admire her beauty, the art of her Goddess, Rithi, formed into the shape a human. “Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world.”
She shoved her fingers into her pussy. Her back arched, her round breasts jiggling before her, the left encircled by her flowering vine. Between her tits swayed the bright ruby on a necklace, the gift I gave her not knowing the danger it held. She let out an orgasmic moan as her prayer was answered by her Goddess.
She fell to her knees beside me, ripping her fingers from her pussy. I groaned as she smeared her juices on my flesh. The soothing energy rippled through my body, banishing the pain. My wounds sustained fighting first the treeman and then Duke Gallchobhar healed, Rithi restoring my flesh. I smiled at my sister, victory surging through me.
She smiled back as she caressed my body, smearing her taboo fluids on me. Though our relationship was forbidden, I loved her
greatly. And she loved me. I had known her body so many times since this chaos started when we raided those Shizhuthian slavers and found the amulet.
“Try not to hurt yourself so badly, brother mine,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “Especially the way you boast about your...prowess.”
I caught her hand, holding it in my tight grip. “I think you know all about my prowess, sister dear.”
A smile crossed her fair face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Then she glanced at the smoldering ruins of the Lodestone, one of her twin braids of blonde hair spilling over her right shoulder. The rubble once provided the focus for the spell which enslaved all the humans around us in the stocks, using their souls to power an army of stone soldiers. “Well, you did demonstrate it here.”
Before I could answer my sister, a whimper of pain came from Aingeal, my faerie-wife. She lay nearby, her back badly burned, her butterfly wings... Las's putrid cum, but her butterfly wings were gone, destroyed by Duke Gallchobhar's magic when they dueled in the air.
Kora gasped, her eyes widening in shock. We had both forgotten about the faerie as we flirted. My sister darted to Aingeal to heal her, Kora's fingers already plunging into her pussy. I groaned as my two sex slaves fell on their knees beside me, hugging me hard.
“Master!” they both gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks.
I shuddered in delight, holding them both. They were naked, which was normal for Zanyia, a lamia slave I liberated in the same raid where I found that cursed amulet about my sister's neck. The other was Nathalie, a blonde, human girl of eighteen who found rapture as my submissive lover.
Zanyia's doing. The tawny-haired and petite lamia wanted to see my lusts were met, in gratitude for killing her abusive master and “liberating” her. I didn't claim her as a sex slave; she insisted on being mine, giving me no choice in the matter. Then she recruited Nathalie.
She purred as she licked my cheek with her rough tongue, her triangular, cat-like ears twitching as they thrust out of her bushy hair. Her tail swished behind her. Nathalie trembled, her body also petite and girlish. The blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her shoulders added to her cuteness.
Aingeal let out a soft whimper, drawing my attention.