Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  I returned it with an arched eyebrow. He did have a beautiful face...

  Then he was past me and I found myself walking beside Aingeal. None of the soldiers seemed to care. So I nudged my wingless faerie-wife with my elbow. Her big boobs jiggled as she blinked and looked up at me.

  “You're not confident Sven will please Queen Sidhe,” I whispered, still feeling like the guards would object to what we spoke about.

  “She will require his utter submission,” Aingeal said. “If he is at all defiant, if he tries at all to seize control like he normally would, she will be offended. She has ruled for five thousand years. Our people follow her whim. She is the only one of us left who remembers Cernere. Queen Sidhe created this world. No one has ever defied her. Not even when my prank backfired did I disobey her command. She had no idea I put the iron dust there, but when she ordered the miscreant who did it to come forward, I did. Sven...”

  “Isn't one to be submissive,” I said, my heart clenching. My brother seized women. His domination is partly what made him so sexy. He made you feel so womanly when he just seized you and took what he wanted while at the same time giving you what you craved. “I'll warn him.”

  “Will it be enough?”

  My heart clenched as ahead grand, crystalline doors were thrown open onto an opulent room. At the far end a regal fey sat upon a throne. She carried herself with the majesty of eons, a soul so ancient that she transcended everything else around her, a true demigoddess holding court.

  “I don't know,” I said, my heart squeezing. Could Sven be utterly obedient... “He'll try.”

  Aingeal gave a sad nod, her shoulders sagging. Sven would try to submit, but...

  Chapter Ten: The Faerie Queen's Court

  Sven Falk – Palace of Queen Sidhe, Faerie

  Awe spilled over me at the sight of Queen Sidhe sitting upon her crystalline throne: her silver hair fell about a face that was at once both as young as a maiden newly blossomed into womanhood and yet so ancient, possessing the weight of eons of existence. She perched with a regal bearing, her back straight, her naked breasts swaying and jiggling with the slow inhalation of her breaths. Long legs were crossed before her, almost daintily, but did nothing to rob her of that authority that she wore with such ease.

  Here sat a being who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires without flinching.

  I had to please her. I had to satiate her. I had to find a way to give this being delights, to win her to my cause and convince her to forgive Aingeal. My mouth went dry even as my cock swelled hard. Here was a challenge to conquer. Here was a woman far beyond any I had been with. Was I good enough to satiate this woman?

  I had to believe I was. I needed confidence. Brashness. I had to pleasure this queen, and I would drive her wild. I didn't have a choice.

  “Mother!” Princess Siona cried out from my side.

  “I see you have brought guests, daughter,” Queen Sidhe said, her voice pure honey coating steel, at first soft and feminine but with such authority naturally filling the timbre of her words that it resonated through the throne room.

  “I have!” the faerie princess said before her wings hummed and she flitted to her adopted mother.

  She zoomed across the throne room, the walls, floors, and ceiling reflecting the purple flash of her flapping wings. A trail of golden dust fell in her wake while her laugh peeled through the throne room with all the girlishness of youth. She landed not before her mother's throne, but upon it. Her feet settled down the arms of the throne, her legs spread wide. Her cute ass wiggled from side-to-side with her excitement.

  I blinked in utter shock at the sight of the queen and her adopted daughter. Siona had her pussy practically shoved into her mother's face. The queen's hands wrapped about Siona's body, grabbing her rump in a possessive way, pulling her even closer.

  “Pater's cock,” I groaned beneath my breath at the sight of taboo, lesbian between the queen and her daughter.

  “I met this amazing mortal, Mother,” Siona said, her hips wiggling more, the queen's face drifting to her pussy. “He ate my cunt so well and fucked me sooooo hard!”

  “And he's the one married to Aingeal?” the queen asked. It looked like her face was almost pressed into her daughter's cunt.

  “Yes!” Siona said, then shuddered, her wings fluttering in excitement. “You have to experience him, Mother. He filled me with so much cum.”

  “I can smell it, daughter.”

  “Want to taste it?” Siona's question echoed through the august throne room.

  “Gods,” I panted, my dick so hard in my leather pants, bulging it. I adjusted it, unable to look away.

  “I would love to taste his seed, daughter,” Queen Sidhe purred, her fingers digging into her daughter's rump.

  She pulled Siona that last inch or two to have her daughter's pussy rubbing directly on her lips. The queen took a lick through the forbidden folds of Siona's cunt, her tongue parting those delicate folds to scoop out my cum.

  I squeezed my cock as Siona's moans echoed through the throne room. The other faeries in the room, hovering around the perimeter, acted like nothing strange was happening. They sipped wines from crystal goblets or talked in small groups as the heir to the throne moaned out her pleasure as their queen devoured Siona's cunt.

  It was so hot to witness taboo passion. I glanced over at my step-sister, her nipples hard against her pink robe, her blue eyes growing glassy. This was the same pleasure I shared with Kora. The same forbidden delights we shared.

  “Oh, yes, Mother, isn't that such yummy cum?” moaned the princess, her purple wings fluttering faster and faster. “Scoop it all out!”

  Queen Sidhe let out a loud, purring moan of delight as she feasted on my cum in her daughter's pussy. Her fingers clenched and relaxed on her daughter's rump, parting those butt-cheeks, flashing Siona's puckered asshole for all to see.

  Kora reached my side, pressing against me. My sister's hand went over my hand groping my cock. She squeezed my hand, her fair cheeks going pink with her excitement. She shifted her head, her braided hair swaying behind her.

  “Getting excited by watching a mother devour your cum out of her daughter's snatch, brother mine?”

  “Wouldn't you, sister dear?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.

  Her blue eyes danced with delight. “If I had the capability of fucking a girl and filling her with cum... Yes. Yes, I would. I'm finding it so hot right now. It's making my pussy so wet, brother mine.” Her hand squeezed over mine again. “Mmm, I see some of the faerie are... satiating themselves.”

  “What are you suggesting?” I asked her while Siona's moans echoed through the throne room.

  “Nathalie,” Kora said, a smile playing on her lips.

  “Mistress,” my sex slave said as she bounded up before us, her braided pigtails sweeping about her young face.

  “My brother's cock is so hard. What do you think you should do about it?”

  “Suck it, Mistress!” Nathalie said before falling to her knees before me. She had such excitement in her eyes. She wanted to suck my dick in this public place, not caring who saw her. In fact... she wanted everyone to see her submit to me.

  My sister and I pulled our hands away. Nathalie's hands shot to my crotch. She began untying knots, unlacing my leather pants. She peeled them down, working from side-to-side to get them off my hips. My cock popped out of my pants, thrusting from my thick, blond bush. She smiled, her left hand cradling my balls while her right grasped my shaft.

  Her mouth opened wide and swallowed my cock. I groaned at her warm sucking. Pleasure surged through me. My balls ached, filled with cum that wanted to erupt out of me. Her fingers massaged them as she bobbed her mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Mother!” gasped the princess. “Ooh, dig all that cum out of my pussy, Mother! Isn't it so yummy? Just imagine being filled with this cum, Mother! Doesn't that just make your pussy tingle?”

  The queen didn't answer her daughter, but she recrossed her legs, flashing a br
ight-silver bush adorning her pussy, her pubic hair soaked by her juices. She never stopped eating her daughter's creampie, feasting on it while Nathalie sucked my dick.

  My sister opened her robe, baring her breasts, the left tattooed by the flower vines. Without being asked, Zanyia appeared. The lamia crouched before Kora, her triangular ears twitching and her tail swaying. Then my sex slave buried her face into my sister's pussy, licking furiously.

  I flicked my eyes from the two sluts kneeling before us, pleasuring us, to the queen devouring her daughter's cunt. I put my arm around my sister's waist, holding her tight to me as we both shuddered in pleasure.

  “Oh, Mother, I can tell how much you want to enjoy this mortal,” Siona moaned. “Ooh, you want him so badly. He's going to pleasure you, Mother. You're going to cum and cum and cum!”

  “Yes,” I growled, my dick throbbing in Nathalie's hungry mouth. The girl bobbed her head faster and faster, massaging my balls. She sucked so hard as her lips slid up and down my dick.

  My hips thrust forward, fucking my cock into Nathalie's sucking mouth. She fluttered her eyes, moaning and slurping about my cock. Her tongue danced about the crown. She caressed it. She made me shudder as she pleasured my dick, her hands massaging my balls.

  I couldn't wait to please this queen. I would master her body. I would dominate her and show her such delights. She would cum as hard as her adopted daughter had on my dick. Her hungry pussy would milk the jizz out of my balls with the same enthusiasm with which she ate my spunk out of Siona's cunt.

  “Mmm, you're getting excited for fucking her, brother mine.” Kora leaned closer to me, her body shuddering as Zanyia licked and lapped through the folds of her pussy.

  “I'm eager to free Aingeal,” I answered. “Fucking the queen is a bonus.”

  Kora snuggled closer. Her lips hovered by my ear. She licked my ear, her breast pressed against my arm. “You can't master her.”

  I furrowed my brow, pleasure rippling through my body from Nathalie's sucking mouth. “What?”

  “She's the faerie queen. She's thousands of years old. She expects obedience. Aingeal said if you do not submit utterly to her, she will take offense.”

  “Las's putrid cum,” I groaned. Submit? I gave my women pleasure. I seized their bodies, showed them what they needed. I made them cum by mastering their flesh.

  “Can you do that?” Kora asked, her hand stroking my chest through my shirt. She let out a whimper, Zanyia purring happily as she feasted on my sister's cunt.

  “I must,” I groaned, thrusting harder into Nathalie's mouth, using her for my pleasure. The pressure in my balls swelled. “For Aingeal!”

  “Yes!” Kora hissed. “You have to save her, brother mine.”

  “I! Will!”

  My cock erupted into my slave's mouth. Hot cum spurted out of me in powerful pulses. Her hands massaged my balls as they unloaded my jizz. Nathalie's blue eyes fluttered as she gulped down my cum, moaning her own delight at serving me. That was the pleasure she craved. It was what I gave her by mastering her. My fists clenched as the rapture surged through me.

  Could I master a woman by submitting to her utterly? By surrendering?

  “Gods damn!” I groaned as the final spurt of my jizz flooded Nathalie's mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Mother!” moaned the princess. “Cernere's black cunt, but you are the best pussy licker! Oh, Mother, yes, yes! You are feasting on his cum! You'll enjoy him, Mother! You'll savor him!”

  Her wings fluttered so hard as she came on her mother's mouth. I sucked in deep breaths, Nathalie nursing the last of my cum from my dick, and watched the princess writhe on the queen's face. Then she rose into the air, gold dust raining down on her mother.

  Queen Sidhe's golden eyes locked on me as she licked her cream-smeared lips. A shudder ran through her body, her large breasts jiggling. She squeezed her eyes tight for a moment, calming herself down, her hands resting on her throne's arms.

  “You wish to intercede on behalf of Aingeal who assaulted my person with iron?” she asked after opening her eyes.

  I felt her anger. It warped the air about her as her eyes flicked to Aingeal surrounded by the guards. Her hands clenched the throne's arms. Then her eyes flicked back to me. They bored into my soul. I couldn't show fear. I had to do this.

  “I do,” I said, standing straight-backed and tall. “She is my wife, and I am here to petition you for mercy. She only returned to Faerie to right a great crime.”

  She rose with grace, her wings fluttering, silver flashing. “Then follow.”

  She didn't so much as march towards a door as flow as sultry quicksilver, her body swaying, all her curves wiggling and jiggling that did nothing to diminish the utter majesty of her presence. My stomach twisted. My mouth grew dry again as Nathalie pulled her mouth off my dick. I shoved my cock back into my pants and followed.

  I would have to submit. I would save Aingeal and let the queen master me.

  Hopefully.

  Chapter Eleven: Naughty Rumors

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

  I trembled. I had to do this. With a sharp inhalation of breath, I knocked hard at Shevoin's door. My heart sent blood thundering through my body as I squirmed. Greta breathed deeply beside me, her large tits almost spilling out of her bodice. They were lovely breasts.

  “Yes?” the master mage asked, his voice sounding weary.

  “It's Princess Ava,” I called. “I have a great need to speak to you.”

  “Fine, your highness. Enter.”

  Greta opened the door, a sultry smile on her lips. She slipped in first, moving with such willowy, curvy grace. For a moment, such envy went through me. I had such a petite form, my breasts small, my hips almost boyish. I couldn't wiggle my hips like she did. I couldn't have my tits almost spilling out of my dress. I know Sven loved me, but...

  But he would enjoy me more if I was more ample.

  Shevoin sat at his desk, wearing his black robes. He ran a hand through his gray hair. But the sight of my curvy bedmaid crossing to him melted away some of his exhaustion. He straightened, his eyes flicking up and down her body.

  “I thought you needed some... care,” I told him. “I know things have been so stressful from this horrible tragedy that has befallen my father.”

  “It's more than a tragedy, Princess,” he said as Greta reached him. She grabbed his hands, pulling them to her breasts. He squeezed them as he let out a groan.

  “I need you well rested to aid my father,” I continued. “A man needs his seed drained regularly, doesn't he? To rest? And I know my Greta thoroughly enjoys your cock.”

  “I thought my first time would be horrible,” Greta groaned. “But when you took my virginity, you showed me such pleasure. Your cock... I need your cock in me again. Will you... give it to me?”

  Her coyness made my pussy clench. Poor Shevoin squeezed her tits as he let out a long, throaty groan. “I would be honored to aid you, my lady.”

  Greta giggled. “Mmm, you'll just aid me with that big cock of yours. My pussy needs it soooo badly.”

  She led him to the bed, keeping his hands pinned to her tits. Already, his fingers were dipping into her bodice, playing with those large mounds. I squeezed my thighs together, my nipples pressing against my bodice as I watched them. When they reached the bed, Greta pushed Shevoin down. The old mage didn't fight her, entranced by her youthful beauty.

  He was one of the most powerful users of magic in the world. He had passed the test of the Collegiate Tower. He possessed the power to wrap up both Greta and myself with his magic. He could seize what he wanted. Shevoin with his magic could even destroy my father if he desired.

  And here he was trembling before a girl barely flowered into womanhood, a slave to his cock throbbing beneath his robes. I licked my lips, watching as she parted his robes, exposing his body. He didn't have Sven's muscular body or even my step-father's fit form...

  I pushed my mind away from my father even as
my pussy grew hotter. No. I couldn't think about him one bit. I needed to get away from him before he drowned me.

  But...

  I could let Greta talk to Shevoin... I could... go to my...

  I shoved my hand into the crotch of my dress, pressing the cloth into my pussy as I rubbed myself. My snatch sent pleasure rippling through me. I groaned, sucking in deep breaths as my clit absorbed the feel of my rubbing fingers.

  I needed to focus here.

  “Oh, Shevoin!” purred Greta, grabbing the mage's cock. “Ooh, you're so eager to help out my poor pussy.”

  “So eager,” he panted, almost breathless as she slid up and down his dick. It was such a lacking specimen compared to fath...

  To Sven! Sven!

  He has the best cock. Sven has the amazing dick! Not him!

  I rubbed my cunt faster as Shevoin unlaced Greta's blouse. He groaned as he buried his face into her youthful breasts. She trembled and quivered, stroking his dick faster as her dress slipped off her shoulders. She wiggled her body, working it off as he noisily kissed and sucked at her breasts and nipples.

  The sounds he made had my pussy weeping juices. They soaked through my dress. I focused on Greta's curvy ass as she shoved down her dress over her hips, exposing that rump. I licked my lips, living in the moment, keeping my thoughts away...

  No, no, no, stare at that ass. That delicious butt.

  Greta's ass flexed as she groaned. She went back to stroking Shevoin's dick, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Juices trickled down her thighs, her bush growing more and more wet with every movement, aching for the older man's cock in her. She'd never had better. She'd never experienced Sven's wondrous dick penetrating her pussy or...

  No!

  “She needs you so badly, Shevoin,” I panted. “Thank you for assisting her.”

  “You are so welcome, Your Highness,” he groaned.

  Greta pushed him back now. He didn't fight her as he stretched out on his bed, eager for her youthful pussy to ride up and down his dick. She straddled him, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. She grabbed his dick, stroking it with her excited hand. He let out a groan as she guided his dick to her pussy.