Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  I moaned with them as Greta sank her young cunt down his dick. Her ass clenched and her supple back arched. Golden curls tumbled about her shoulders as she took every inch of his shaft. She bottomed out on him, letting out such a throaty moan of satisfaction.

  “Oh, yes, I needed this!” Greta moaned, her arms thrusting high into the air as her hips moved. She worked her cunt up and down his dick, leaving his shaft streaked in her cream.

  I rubbed my cunt harder, my dress growing soaked as I watched them. Greta cooed and moaned, her hands running through her hair as she bounced her pussy up and down his cock. He grunted and groaned, his wrinkled hands caressing her fair and youthful body.

  Pleasure thickened his voice. He grabbed her hips as she went faster and faster. She worked that pussy up and down his dick, her cream churned to a froth that streaked his dick. I wanted to lick it. Heat billowed through me. My pussy drank in the friction.

  But I just couldn't stand here masturbating. I had to act. I needed to get away from him.

  I needed to go to him. I could suck his cock. I could bob my mouth up and down his girth and...

  I threw myself at the bed. I landed on the hard mattress stretched out beside the master mage. Greta's breasts heaved at the top of my vision, bouncing up and down as she fucked his dick. The mage frowned at me, his hands still caressing her body.

  “Your highness?” he asked, eyes wide. “You're still... here.”

  “Well, yes,” I purred. “Did you think I would let you use my bedmaid and not ask for payment?”

  “Payment?” he asked with a groan. “I... Do you need me to tell you more? I already told you too much.”

  “I need something far, far more from you this time,” I told him, running my fingers across his chest, smearing my own pussy cream on him. Fear swept through me, a cold wind swirling through my body. I couldn't show it. I had to be confident. I had to be imperious. Or I would be trapped by the corrupted priestess's spell, chained forever to my step-father's cock. “You're going to help me escape from the castle.”

  “What?” he gasped, his hands squeezing hard on Greta's body. “Your Highness?”

  “I'm getting away from my father, and you're going to help me!” I hissed.

  “O-of course I won't help!” he spluttered. “Your father would kill me!”

  “And he won't kill you when he learns that you fucked his daughter?” I grabbed his hand from Greta's hip and brought it to my breast. My skin crawled as I squeezed his grip around my small tit through my bodice.

  It made me feel dirty. Even this much was cheating on my Sven. But it was nothing compared to what I'd done with my step-father, the filthy pleasures I'd committed with him.

  “I haven't touched you.” His eyes widened and he tried to rip his hand from my breast, but I held on tight.

  “Haven't you?” I asked, scooting closer. “I mean, I'm in your bedchamber.”

  “Having such a naughty threesome with you,” Greta said then moaned louder, “Oh, Princess, ride his cock! Ooh, you love it in your pussy.”

  “I do!” I moaned with wanton, throaty pleasure. “Oh, Shevoin, you are such a stud. Mmm, yes, keep licking my Greta's pussy while I enjoy this cock! It's the best!”

  “Princess!” he shouted, his face going white.

  “Oh, his dick stopped being hard,” pouted Greta. “Don't go soft on me. I was so close to cumming.”

  “W-what are you doing to me, Princess?” he said, his voice strangled. “You're father is not a man to be trifled with.”

  “I know,” I told him, my face growing angry. “And I will escape him. I won't be his sex slave any longer!

  “And you shall help me!”

  “P-please, Your Highness, this is preposterous. No one will believe that I touched you.”

  “Even though several serving women saw me and my bedmaid at your door. They're already gossiping about it.”

  “Your father pays no heed to gossip,” he said.

  “But when I tell my father that I fled the castle because you were using your magic to make me fuck you...” I let the words trail off as I twined my finger through his gray hair. “Who do you think he'll listen to?”

  “Las's putrid cum.” His eyes bulged. “You'll get me killed, Princess.”

  “Only if I get caught.” I rolled away from the bed. “My father will turn to you when I escape. He'll use your magic to track me down. See that he doesn't, or else...”

  Greta suddenly squeaked and threw herself off the bed. “He pissed himself! Eww!” She grabbed the sheets, rubbing at her soaked thighs and pussy. “I need to take a bath.”

  Urine spilled over Shevoin's body. I grimaced and whirled around. As I strolled to the door, my excitement utterly evaporated. I felt so terrible for frightening him. Until I remembered that he arranged for my father to cast the spell on me that made me obsessed with him and...

  I had a hot pussy. I could go find father and...

  No! I had to pack. I had to flee this castle as soon as possible.

  Chapter Twelve: Fairy Performance

  Kora Falk

  Music of unsurpassed perfection played through the throne room. It tinkled and strummed, feeding the air with resonating notes that could hang for long moments or be swallowed by the next percussive beat. I swayed to it, my robes still open.

  With the queen and my brother gone, the nobles of the court mingled and shared their pleasures. In the sky, two female fey scissored their legs together and tribbed in delight, colorful dust spilling off their bodies to rain down upon the mingling courtiers along with drops of honey-scented pussy juices. The two fey drifted, moaning, singing to the music.

  My pussy itched. Zanyia had already made me cum once, but I needed more. I considered using her delicious mouth again. Or perhaps Nathalie's. She and Zanyia were kissing before me, sharing my cream and my brother's cum while Ealaín stood to my right and a step behind me, hovering like she needed to protect me from threats here.

  And there were threats, just not the physical kind.

  I could feel it in the air, the eyes watching me. They talked about me as my hips swayed to the music. I couldn't help dancing to it. I hadn't danced in so long. Weeks maybe. Not since dancing on the table back in Cheyvn after we first defeated the slavers and found the phylactery.

  I glanced down at the red ruby swaying between my breasts. It should make my skin shudder, but I had grown used to its presence over the last two weeks. Strange how that could be. That the monstrous could become the mundane.

  The more my hips danced, the more inspired I felt to put on a show for the watching fey. I was a radiant of Rithi, trained in the art of painting, sex, and dancing. My body moved with willowy grace, my feet sliding across the floor as I spun, my robe hanging loose, flaring about me.

  I let it flutter to the ground, exposing my tattooed form.

  Ealaín nodded to me, her yellow-bright eyes glowing with approval. With practiced ease, she began stripping out of her armor. I arched an eyebrow at her as I raised my arms over my head, my hips swinging from side-to-side. My breasts, and the amulet between them, swaying with the movement of my body, my braids dancing down my back.

  Murmurs grew louder. The faerie moved around us, watching with their hungry, multi-colored eyes. They were all so young and beautiful, though I bet most had a century if not more on me; eternally fertile. I shuddered, my nipples so hard.

  I stared at the aoi si as she bared more and more of her midnight-black skin. Her white hair danced about her shoulders as her hips moved, too. She was my muse, sent to inspire me. I licked my lips, such naughty ideas dancing through my mind as she bared those large, taut breasts, her nipples so dark and puckered, aroused.

  A sensual beat entered the music. Above, the tribbing faeries moaned and sighed. Their dew rained down on me. I lifted my face, letting the pussy cream caress my features. Drops landed on my breasts, a fine mist of sensual juices washing across my body.

  “Wow,” Nathalie gasped, cuddled with Zanyi
a on the floor.

  “I know! Our Mistress is so sexy!” Zanyia said then purred loudly.

  My hands roamed my body knowingly, caressing it like a lover's. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I felt my juices trickle down my thighs as I maneuvered my body to the song, letting it dictate how I shifted my hips, moved my feet, and caressed my flesh. I tweaked my nipples. I squeezed my tits. I cupped my curving ass. My fingers traced the tattooed vines flowering across my body: on my left leg up to my pussy, spilling around my pudenda, surrounding my left breast, and entwined about my right arm.

  More pussy juices rained down on me, the faerie tribbing so hard above me, moaning as they humped to the excited beat of the music. It pulsed faster and faster, building up my own excitement as Ealaín removed the last piece of her armor.

  She stood naked before me, her fingers caressing the black folds of her pussy. With a groan, her clit blossomed into a beautiful girl-dick. My hermaphroditic muse produced a cock to rival my brother's.

  My pussy clenched.

  The courtiers buzzed even louder as I swayed to my muse. Zanyia purred with her mounting excitement. I spun once, the amulet flaring out from my tits, my braids going wide. Then I stopped right before the taller Ealaín.

  Her yellow eyes smoldered. The tip of her girl-dick throbbed against my belly. It smeared precum across my pale flesh as she trembled. I grinned at her and threw my left leg high up into the air, resting my ankle on her shoulder in a display of my limberness. My pussy lips stretched wide apart, the tip of her dick nudging against my entrance.

  I impaled my cunt down her shaft.

  A great sigh of delight went through the watching faerie nobles. Their bodies shifted. Hands found pussies and cocks, stroking and rubbing as I sank my snatch down that amazing shaft. My toes flexed beside her head as I took her dick to the hilt.

  And danced with her.

  “Ealaín,” I whimpered, her hands grabbing my asscheeks, squeezing them as I pumped my hips, sliding my pussy up and down her dick. Pleasure spilled through me, tingling me as I put on a display of the sexual art mixed with my dancing.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “That is it, Radiant. Inspire them with your passion.”

  My head leaned back as I wrapped my arms around her neck and my right leg about her left, supported wholly by her hands on my ass and her cock in my pussy. I undulated my lithe and limber body, pumping my pussy up and down her cock as she spun me. Not fast, but slow, letting all see my body writhing in passion on her girl-dick.

  Faerie wings buzzed as they witnessed my passion. My pussy juices flowed, coating Ealaín's cock as I fucked my snatch faster and faster up her dick, following the beat of the music. It flowed through my body, poured through my soul.

  “Rithi!” I whimpered to my Goddess.

  “Wow, Mistress,” Nathalie groaned, her fingers buried into Zanyia's pussy, the lamia returning the favor.

  “You are so beautiful, Mistress,” yowled the catgirl, her ears twitching as she plundered Nathalie's cunt, her fingers fucking in so fast.

  The faeries watched me with burning eyes, their youthful, beautiful faces twisted in passion. They groaned and gasped, hands stroking dicks and digits fingering snatches. Breasts heaved and muscular chests flexed as they drank in the sight of my passion.

  And then the music slowed. I shuddered, no longer slamming my cunt up and down Ealaín with every ounce of passion I possessed. Now I took my time, feeling every inch of her girl-dick caressing my pussy as I slid up and down her girth.

  My head lolled back again, my braids swaying behind me as I squeezed my pussy down on her cock. Anticipation built in the music, waiting for my eruption of pleasure. It built in me with every silky glide of my cunt along her dick. I swallowed her over and over again, twitching, shuddering, moaning out my joy.

  “Yes, Radiant,” groaned Ealaín, her fingers digging into my asshole. “Show them your beauty! Inspire them!”

  “Yes!” I gasped, the music rising to its crescendo.

  And so did I.

  I slid my pussy down Ealaín's cock, savoring every inch of her spearing deeper into me. The friction caressed my pussy walls. My eyes rolled back in my head. I let out a whimpering moan as I took every inch of Ealaín into my snatch.

  Came.

  My pussy spasmed about her girl-cock. My flesh writhed as the rapture shot through me. The music exploded in celebration of my orgasm. The two fey tribbing above cried out in rapture, juices falling down on me as I heaved and thrashed.

  Stars danced before my eyes. I arched my back, my toes curling. Rapture rushed out of my pussy to hammer my mind with ecstasy. Over and over the pleasure beat on my thoughts. I loved it. I drank it in as I heaved in delight.

  “Yes!” hissed Ealaín.

  Her girl-cum fired into my pussy. I whimpered, all those eyes watching me. Jizz erupted from faeries' cocks. Pussy juices flooded down their thighs. Their voices all merged with the harmony of the music, enhancing it. My eyes widened at the chorus rising around me as my pleasure peaked in me. More and more spunk filled my snatch.

  “Rithi, thank you for your blessed art!” I howled.

  And then the applause thundered around me.

  I gasped and groaned, sliding off Ealaín's cock. Dizziness assaulted me. The aoi si held me tight as I swayed, coming down from my orgasmic high. Her spunk dribbled down my thighs as I sucked in such deep breaths. I trembled, clutching my hand to my breast, gripping the phylactery dangling between them.

  “That was so awesome, Mistress!” Zanyia moaned.

  “It truly was!” Nathalie groaned. She pulled her fingers from between Zanyia's thighs and popped them into her mouth, sucking them clean, her cheeks rosy from her own orgasm.

  “Breathtaking,” a male faerie said, golden wings fluttering behind him. He stood tall, his chest muscular, his face almost effeminate, and so beautiful, so delicate. His ruby hair glittered with drops of pussy dew which still rained from above. “You are marvelous. I have never seen such a dance.”

  “And by a mortal,” another male said, standing beside the first. He had black hair that fell in lustrous curls about his hungry face. He had a slender, rapier build about him, his body sleek, his cock thrusting hard before him. “Just wonderful.”

  “We would be honored to enjoy your pussy,” the first said. “I am Conleth. I would worship you for a chance to enjoy that snatch dripping with the aoi si's jizz.”

  “Yes,” the other groaned. “Please, Radiant Kora, let us be your slaves. You will find no men who can satiate you more than Turlough and Conleth.”

  I arched an eyebrow at them as they fell to their knees before me. Then they kissed and nuzzled at my feet, sucking at my toes.

  “The only man I fuck is my brother,” I told them, their hot tongues sliding between my toes, sending tingles up my body.

  “Then let us bathe your body with our mouths,” Conleth moaned, his golden wings fluttering. “Our cocks never have to touch you.”

  “Just let us worship you.”

  I shuddered, tempted by their offer. They were just so eager. And so beautiful...

  ~ * ~

  Sven Falk

  “Strip,” commanded the queen the moment I entered her bedchamber.

  A canopied bed dominated the center of the crystalline room. Every surface gleamed, reflecting back an eternity of repeated images in a bewildering, dizzying landscape that almost held my attention. But Kora's warning echoed through my mind.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I said with all the submissive weakness I could, performing for her.

  Queen Sidhe sank down into an ornate chair carved of a bright-red wood, perching on it with the same majestic grace she had sat her throne. She licked her lips as she watched me remove my leather jerkins. My cheeks warmed beneath her scrutiny. I felt like an object, a living statue which existed to be admired for its sculpted lines rather than as a person.

  She licked her lips, leaning forward as I bared my chest. I wasn't a brawny warrior, but sleek a
nd wiry. But I had strength, my muscles lean and compacted. I had a fencer's grace. I used it, my cheeks burning hotter as I exposed more and more of myself.

  A strange shyness seized me as I unlaced my leather pants. I found myself turning around, facing away from her. I had stripped for hundreds of horny women, but I never felt so... so afraid of what would happen.

  I wasn't in control here.

  “Ooh, yes, look at him, Mother,” Princess Siona moaned from the bed, her fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her pussy hidden by her purple bush. “Isn't he scrumptious?”

  “Yes, he is, daughter,” the queen moaned as I shoved down my pants. The leather creaked as it peeled off my thighs. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart thudding in my chest as I felt her staring at my ass.

  My cock bobbed hard before me as I worked off the pants, bending over, aiming my rear at her. She could see my balls swaying heavily between my thighs, my dick twitching with my heartbeat. I had women do this before, bending over, flashing their delights as they stripped for me.

  I always enjoyed the sight.

  And from the queen's sharp intake, she savored this moment.

  My heart beat so fast as I straightened, fully naked now. I had to please her. I wouldn't let Aingeal down. I turned around, my heart beating so fast, showing off my cock in full. Precum beaded the tip. There was something so exciting about her scrutiny. About feeling like an object about to be used by this ravenous beauty.

  Her large breasts rose and fell as her golden eyes swept up and down my body. She pressed her thighs tighter. Her nipples thrust hard from her tits, silver glittering amid the dusky pink of her areolas. She licked her lips, her fingers clenching at the armrests of her chair.

  “What a remarkable specimen you are, Sven Falk.” She cocked her head. “I see the most minute traces of scars, your wounds healed by priestly magic. Your sister's?”

  “Yes, your Majesty,” I said, posing before her, trying to show off my body while my heart thudded through my veins.

  I trembled with the building excitement in my balls. What would she do to me? How would she want to use me?