by Reed James
I moaned about his cock as I bobbed my lips. He was fully erect now. I didn't care that Shevoin saw my depraved lusts for my father's cock. The man knew about the spell, had recommended it to my father. And knowing he watched my shameful behavior only made my pussy wetter.
I shoved my right hand between my thighs. I stroked my dripping flesh. I felt my father's cum leaking out of my snatch. I groaned, smearing the taboo seed into my pussy lips and silky bush. I shuddered, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders, my small breasts jiggling.
“My sweetling,” Father groaned, his hand running through my silken curls. “Oh, yes, I need this so much. I need to think. You love me so much.”
I hated him so much.
I sucked even harder. My cheeks hollowed. Humiliation burned through me, propelling my mouth to bob faster and faster, to revel in my degradation. I plunged two fingers into my cum-filled pussy. My snatch clenched down on them. My fingers made such an obscene sound as they plundered my sloppy depths.
“Yes,” Father panted. “My sweetling, I am so sorry. I'll never hurt you again. Not so long as you love me. Not so long as you'll be my queen.”
“Your Highness, should I withdraw?” the mage asked, his voice tight. But I could see his hand fondling his black robe, the symbol of his status as a master of magic. He squeezed his dick through it, probably thinking of my bedmaid Greta. I let him fuck her in exchange for information.
“I'll be finished soon,” Father groaned. “I can never last long in my sweetling's mouth. She sucks so good. She loves my dick.”
His words made my cheeks burn. My fingers plunged faster into my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me, fanned by the humiliation. My tongue danced about the crown of his dick as I nursed on it. I tasted his salty precum, hungry for the true delight to come.
He groaned, his chest rising and falling as I pleasured him. His narrow, hard face twisted in rapture. His hips moved, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, using my oral cavity like a pussy. He reveled in degrading me.
“Oh, yes, my sweetling, what a hot mouth. I'm going to give you what you hunger for.”
My fingers curled in my pussy. I shuddered, moaning about his dick. Drool leaked down my chin. My fingers caressed down the walls of my snatch, searching for that wondrous spot Sven showed me. He gave me such pleasure. He always cared about me.
I found the bundle of nerves, massaging the spot in my cunt. Pleasure built in me. I sucked so hard as Father's cock plunged over and over into my mouth. He groaned, gripping my blonde hair in his iron fists.
“Take it, my sweetling!” he groaned.
His salty, taboo cum spurted into my mouth. The thick cream splashed against the back of my throat. It spilled around my tonsils then over my tongue. I gulped it down as my fingers attacked that wonderful spot in my cunt.
I exploded.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he snarled as he pumped his spunk into my mouth, humiliating me even further.
The shame fanned my orgasm to amazing heights. My entire body trembled. I whimpered about his dick as stars exploded through my vision. I swayed, my pussy convulsing so hard on my fingers. It spasmed, trying to milk them, eager for cum to spurt into my depths.
His cum.
I wanted his cock in me so badly. My father's dick reaming my cunt, pumping me full of his cum, breeding me and—
I bucked so hard, my orgasm intensifying just thinking of my father breeding me. I wanted Sven to put a baby in me. I wanted his child, not my father's. But my body yearned for that forbidden congress. To bear my father his heir like he craved.
What I had to do crystallized in my mind in that instant: I needed to flee.
I couldn't stay in the castle any longer. I couldn't spy on him for Sven. The longer I stayed here, the more the spell warped me. If I didn't I would soon be begging Shevoin to remove my contraception enchantment so I could conceive that child my father wanted.
I swallowed the last of my father's cum, my pussy still so juicy, so aching for his cum. I couldn't be his slave. I had to be free of him. I needed to be with my Sven. Not through my statue proxies, but in the flesh.
“Come, Shevoin,” Father said, pulling his cock out of my mouth, “we have plans to make. I will see you in the morning, my sweetling. Do not fear, I will find a way to salvage this disaster.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, sounding so wanton. I shuddered, hating myself for aching for him.
How would I escape? I needed to think, to plot. And that was hard as I kept masturbating, my body craving more pleasure. As my step-father left the room, I almost called to him. I fought so hard against the desire to beg him to fuck me.
To breed me.
Gods-damn that corrupted priestess of Luben for enchanting me with this spell!
Chapter Three: Fairy Surprise
Kora Falk – Faerie
Sven darted up to me, throwing knife in one hand, short sword in another. He looked dashing in his black leathers, his blond locks flowing about his handsome face. He had that perfect chin and masculine cheekbones, his blue eyes so vibrant and deep. I could get lost staring into my step-brother's eyes. When he stared at me, I felt like such a woman in his gaze, so desired. His smile always promised pleasure.
Pleasure he could deliver.
But now I saw concern. Not fear, but he was tense. I broke away from the crying Aingeal and stood up. What could be the problem? Zanyia and Ealaín rushed in his wake, the aoi si's hands on her weapons. But she hadn't drawn them.
“What is it, brother mine?” I asked, gaining my feet and closing my pink clerical robes about me. I knotted the belt as my heart beat faster.
“Faeries,” he growled. “A whole company of them with spears.”
“Spears?” the raw voice of Aingeal asked. Bloodshot, purple eyes stared up at my brother and me. “Are they the household guards of Duke Gallchobhar?”
“I don't know,” Sven said. “This is your lands?”
“This was my father's lands,” Aingeal said. “I was banished. I shouldn't be here. They will... turn me over. But you mustn't resist them, my husband.”
“Fuck that,” Sven snarled. “You're my wife. You think I'll sit by and let them harm you?”
A smile crossed Aingeal's lips. I was wrong to mistrust her. Well, not wrong, precisely. Faeries were birthed from the union of the God Las and the Goddess Cernere. Lust and Crime had made creatures who loved sex and trickery. But Aingeal had not betrayed us. She'd fought with us. And she loved my brother. When she promised Zanyia thrice to be Sven's woman, his wife, it had changed her in ways that didn't make sense to me, a human.
But the emotions were real.
“My illusions are all but useless on faeries,” I reminded my brother. The race breathed in illusions. They could make more convincing ones with a wave of their hand than I could channeling the power of my Goddess.
“And you do not have that many throwing knives, Master,” Zanyia said.
“The air brims with spirits,” Ealaín said. “A contest with the faeries will not last long, I fear. That number will bind us in moments.”
“I remember,” Sven growled. “But, still, I won't let them touch my wife.”
“May I suggest diplomacy?” The aoi si stared at my brother with those bright, yellow eyes. “A deal may be struck with the creatures. A way to avoid bloodshed. After all, the household guard of Duke Gallchobhar would be culpable in the monstrous act that occurred here. Unless Queen Sidhe has condoned this.”
“She wouldn't,” Aingeal said. “It is a good plan, but it won't work.”
“Why not?” my brother asked.
“Those aren't Duke Gallchobhar's household guards. See the purple-haired beauty at their lead. Notice the gold armor worn by the spearmen.” Aingeal let out a sigh. “That is Princess Siona leading her mother's own soldiers. Queen Sidhe's forces. She will never let me go. Not after what I did to her mother.”
I frowned. What had Aingeal done to Queen Sidhe?
“Great,” Sven growled.
; “You mustn't fight,” Aingeal begged as the faeries descended, the soldiers all males in golden armor that fit about their delicate bodies. They all had beautiful, youthful faces, almost effeminate.
Princess Siona landed before my brother, naked and unashamed. She had lush breasts and a thick, purple bush growing between her thighs. Specks of glittering gold and silver adorned her body that shimmered in the starlight and moonlight as she moved. Her wings fluttered to a stop, revealing them to be hued with swirls of purple and black.
“Mortal,” the princess said, her tone playful. “This is such an... interesting place to find one of your kind.” Her eyes flicked around. “Many of your kind.”
“Just liberating some friends and family, Princess Siona,” my brother said.
“Yes,” I nodded. “Just a few thousand or so of close kin and fast friends who were cruelly taken from us and brought by force to Faerie. We meant no harm to your mother, the noble Queen Sidhe, by coming here.”
Princess Siona flicked her eyes around then settled on the corpse of Duke Gallchobhar. Delicate disgust wrinkled her expression. Her wings fluttered in agitation. “Yes, I am shocked by the... monstrousness of what I see here. To think a duke of my mother's court could harbor something so foul on the land he governs in her name. On behalf of my mother, I apologize to you and your own...” She arched an eyebrow in question.
“Sven Falk,” my brother said. “My sister Kora, my slave Zanyia, and the aoi si warrior who aided us is named Ealaín, your Highness.”
“And who is your last companion?” the princess asked, her eyes staring past Sven to the trembling Aingeal.
“That is Nathalie,” Sven said, holding out his hand and beckoning to the freed people watching.
The naked and lithe girl darted from them, her small breasts jiggling as she rushed to my brother, her braided pigtails flying behind her. She reached my brother, taking his hand and falling to her knees beside him.
She enjoyed being his submissive.
“Another sex slave?” asked Princess Siona. “Is your sister one, too, or merely a lover?”
My cheeks burned and shifted. “You can... tell?”
The princess gave a mischievous grin. “It is writ across your brother's face when he glances at you. That protective love he has for you, his two sex slaves, and for dear Aingeal behind there.” The princess cocked her head. “Have you found union with a mortal, traitor?”
My stomach sank.
“I have,” Aingeal said, her words surprisingly calm.
“Mother is still very wroth with you.”
Sven tightened his jaw. “Then she can be wroth with me. Aingeal is only here to help me stop this perversity happening on your mother's lands. I won't allow you to punish her for that kindness. She risked much to help us. She lost her wings battling the cruel duke who usurped her lands.”
The princess arched an eyebrow. “Yes, you are a passionate one, aren't you? So she is under your protection?”
“Indeed,” my brother growled.
And though I knew this was foolish, that we couldn't win against the faeries, I felt such love swell through me for my brother. He was standing fast for one of the women he loved. His heart so broad it could hold Ava, Aingeal, Zanyia, Nathalie, and myself in it. He had the courage to fight for us, to protect us to the very end.
I stepped up beside my brother while Zanyia crouched before us, hissing and ready to spring into action.
Purple energy surged from Princess Siona. I braced myself for the attack. It washed out of her in a ripple. I felt it tingle over me. I gasped, shocked it didn't hurt. Instead, I heard metal popping, wood groaning, people crying out in delight.
“This is a perversity that will not be tolerated,” Princess Siona said. “Your kin and friends are free. They will be cared for and escorted from the lands of Faerie.” Something shifted in her face, something... lusty. “And you, Sven, I am willing to hear your passionate arguments for why Aingeal should not be punished for violating her exile.” The princess licked her lips, her wings fluttering. “In private.”
Sven gave her a cocky grin while I rolled my eyes. “Your Highness,” Sven said, “I would be more than glad to... persuade you. Many women have sung the praises of my skilled arguments.”
“I suspect they have given the loyalty of your women,” the princess said.
Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. The tension melted out of me. “Of course you found a horny faerie princess, brother mine.”
He grinned back at me and winked.
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Sven Falk
The pavilion grew out of grass and flowers in moments, springing out of a fountain of purple energy. The princess threw a coy look over her shoulder before she vanished inside with a shake of her fine ass. My cock throbbed hard in my trousers as I followed after her, passing through the soft curtain of fronds to find Siona lounging on a bed of flowers petals, her body shuddering.
“Now, how did you convince that mischievous Aingeal to come back here?” asked Siona. “She was banished on pain of death. I never thought she would be foolish enough to return.”
“I suspect it was vengeance,” I answered, my hands going to the lacings of my leather jerkin, working on them as Princess Siona cupped her round breasts, pale fingers digging into her glittering flesh. “It didn't take much convincing at all. When she found out what we plotted, she volunteered.”
Her eyes drank me in as I peeled off the jerkin, exposing my muscular body. She licked her lips then asked, “You haven't known her long, have you?”
“I met her recently. Maybe yesterday. Time is hard to judge here.”
“And yet you're willing to risk your life for her. You could just let us take her and leave with our blessing.”
“Not an option,” I growled. “Even if she weren't my wife now. I brought her here, I wouldn't abandon her.”
“Loyal...” She pinched my nipples. “You are an interesting man. You have an aoi si with you practically dripping in her armor with lust, a lamia mewling at your feet, a faerie as your wife, a sister who worships you, and a human slave-girl willing to do anything for you.”
I frowned. Did she imply Ealaín desired me? The aoi si hadn't looked twice at me.
“I want a taste of that passion,” the princess continued. “Please me, and I will consider interceding on Aingeal's behalf with my adopted mother.”
“And if I don't?”
“Well, you're loyal, so you'll die with your faerie-wife. Tragic, I know, but that is the fate of those who harbor traitors.” She spread her thighs, her purple bush glistening with her juices. “Now, see if you can satiate me, rogue.”
Chapter Four: The Priestess's Inspiration
Kora Falk
“He's going to be a while,” I said, a smile playing on my lips as my step-brother followed the faerie princess into the pavilion grown out of the grass in moments.
Nathalie giggled. The eighteen-year-old girl nodded her head as she rubbed her hands together. Her small breasts jiggled as she squirmed, her blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her head. Then she looked to her right and squeaked, covering her tits.
The faerie were helping the captured men and women, but more than a few were glancing at us. Nathalie, while getting off on being naked around my brother, was still a young girl. And realizing so many people were staring at her had her blushing as bright as the sun. I pulled her to me to help shield her body, feeling her body tremble.
I watched the faeries fluttering around, leading the naked men and women to several larger pavilions that they'd grown. Magic burst everywhere I looked, flares of purple light as the faerie soldiers unleashed their innate powers to conjure and create items.
Then my eyes fell on Aingeal. She knelt nearby, her arms bound behind her back by grass ropes. She sat back straight, looking with confidence at the pavilion where my brother had vanished with Siona. Aingeal had a strength that belied her flighty, joking persona.
“Madam,” a faerie soldier said,
fluttering down before her. “If you would like to wait with your women in comfort,” he motioned towards another pavilion beside the one my brother was in, “you may retire here.”
“And what about Aingeal?” I asked.
He just gave me a handsome smile, his face so youthful and almost effeminate. All the faerie were just breathtaking. But I wasn't about to let out a fluttering sigh like a girl because of a smile. I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Radiant Kora, she shall be held prisoner,” he said. “But we won't mistreat her. We do not abuse others.”
“Yes, I can see that,” I said, my eyes flicking to the nearest stocks.
The faerie bristled in his gold armor. “Duke Gallchobhar overstepped what is proper. If your brother had not killed him, he would face Queen Sidhe's justice for this.”
“And if we hadn't entered Faerie, you never would have known, would you? This would have continued on, but you detected Aingeal and tracked her down.”
“Aingeal should have known we would discover her intrusion and track her down,” he said, glancing at her.
“How would I know that?” Aingeal complained. “It's not like faeries get banished that often.”
“No, most of us have more sense then to import iron here.”
Aingeal lowered her head, squirming, her big breasts jiggling.
I worried my lower lip. I didn't want Aingeal mistreated, but what could we do? It was all up to convincing the Queen of Faerie to pardon her. My brother would have to use all his charms to seduce her daughter to our side.
“Come on,” I said, leading Nathalie to the pavilion.
Zanyia and Ealaín followed after me, the lamia's ears twitching as she looked around. The aoi si marched, back straight, her armor reflecting the purple magics flaring through the world. I bit my lip, studying her. An aoi si sent to me. To me!
I glanced down at the amulet's gold chain vanishing into my pink robes. I felt the ruby between my tits. The soul of the Biomancer Vebrin contained in it. I shuddered and then ripped it off, not wanting to feel it against my skin and...
What should I do with it? This was a horrid artifact. I wanted to destroy it. But I couldn't treat it flippantly. This couldn't be allowed to fall into the naga's hands. With a groan, I draped it back over my neck and tucked it away.