Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  My fists clenched beneath my back. My heels smacked into the floor. I ground my teeth together. I grunted like a beast. My balls begged to cum. Had to cum. The jizz had to explode out of me into her bowels.

  “Mmm, yes, you are primed to explode, boy,” the queen purred. “But you don't have my permission. No, you are here to please me.”

  “Yes...” I panted. “Your... Majesty...”

  “Mmm, your pussy is free, Mother,” the princess said. Then she ducked her head down, her purple hair spilling over my stomach as she nuzzled into her mother's cunt.

  The queen's bowels clenched down on my dick. “Yes, my sweet daughter,” she groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, such a loving creature.”

  My dick throbbed in the queen's bowels as her daughter feasted on her pussy. She trembled at the taboo pleasure churned by her daughter's licking tongue. Moaning, the queen slid up my dick with her tight bowels.

  And slammed down.

  “Las's putrid cum and Gewin's mighty cock!” I swore. “Slata's hairy cunt! Saphique's forbidden twat!”

  I fought so hard against cumming as that velvety sheath slid up and down my dick. The rapture surged through me. Wave after wave of bliss assaulted my balls, making them boil even more. I struggled to contain my cum as the queen worked her bowels along my dick. Her flesh caressed me. Tortured me. Drove me wild.

  I pulled on the manacles, strained on them now. I growled like a wild animal. Pleasure assaulted me in ways pain never could. I clung to the only thing that let me endure: Aingeal. I pictured my faerie wife, held her in my mind as the queen pumped her asshole up and down my dick, squeezing and clenching as her daughter feasted on her cunt.

  “Oh, yes, my daughter,” the queen groaned. “Work that tongue in deep. Ooh, yes, yes, yes!”

  Queen Sidhe's silver wings flapped so hard behind her they blurred, forming a shimmering aurora that framed her lush body. Her face twisted with rapture as my cock and her daughter's tongue drove her wild with ecstasy.

  Her orgasm surged through her. I grunted as her hot bowels writhed about my dick, clenching even harder than her pussy. I endured the torture for Aingeal. I held off on exploding my cum into the hot depths of the faerie queen.

  My balls throbbed with agony, so full of cum.

  “Now!” howled the queen. “Now, boy, cum!”

  She slammed down my dick with her convulsing asshole, engulfing every inch of me. My eyes widened as her words shot through me. I lost all control of my body. I thrashed and bucked, bellowing out my pleasure like a lust-maddened boar needing to rut with a sow.

  My cum exploded into her bowels.

  Hot jizz pumped out of me. Ecstasy shot through me. It drowned my thoughts. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. I heaved and bucked, held by rapture. Nothing mattered now but the jizz pumping out of my dick. How it spurted into her, giving me more and more pleasure.

  My body drank it in. Absorbed it. Such satisfaction. Finally, I had achieved my pleasure. I had given the queen enough rapture, and she had rewarded me with my orgasm. My head rolled from side-to-side, the room spinning around me as her writhing bowels milked my balls dry of every drop of spunk I possessed.

  The queen leaned over me, her eyes fixed on mine. “You are a vigorous boy, Sven Falk.”

  “Yes,” I grunted, hope surging through me. I had done it. I had pleasured her.

  “You made my daughter cum. You made me cum.” A smile crossed her lips. “Many, many times.”

  “It was my pleasure, your Majesty,” I groaned, my body trembling with more than my buzzing orgasm.

  “Your petition is denied.”

  Her words cut through my pleasure, a sword slashing through my heart.

  “Aingeal broke her exile. I gave her mercy once. But she touched me with iron. She shall die by it.”

  ~ * ~

  Aingeal

  The music died throughout the court. The queen swept in alone, her silvery wings fluttering behind her, her face flushed. I could see that Sven had pleasured her. Juices and cum leaked down her thighs as she marched to her throne.

  Hope surged through me. I knew he could do it. He had to have submitted. He had to have given her everything that she needed. My heart thudded in my chest as I awaited her pardon that would see me freed. Banished but alive.

  With grace, she took her throne. Her eyes flashed across the court to me kneeling amid her guards. “Aingeal shall be executed on the morrow for breaking her exile and trespassing upon the realm of Faerie.”

  Hope died in me.

  My shoulders sagged.

  I bowed my head, reflexively. What I'd done, helping Sven free those people, was a good act. But I did it for the wrong reasons. I didn't care about freeing the enslaved humans. I only cared about vengeance upon Duke Gallchobhar. Maybe... I had to pay a price for my vengeance. Duke Gallchobhar was dead.

  But it felt so unfair. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. To keep helping people. A tear fell down my cheek. I wanted to live to be with Sven longer. I know he did his best to please her.

  It just wasn't enough.

  ~ * ~

  Sven Falk

  I sat on the queen's bed, my shoulders slumped, my elbows resting on my thighs as I leaned over. I gripped my hands before me. I couldn't believe it. I had submitted. I gave her everything she asked. I made her orgasm again and again. I gave her so much pleasure while denying myself. Never had I done that. I beat down what I wanted to give her what she needed.

  And it wasn't enough. I failed Aingeal.

  “Why didn't you treat her like you treated me?” Siona asked, kneeling before me. She stared up at me with such pain in her eyes. She grabbed my folded hands with hers, her delicate fingers caressing me.

  “She's the queen,” I said. I followed Aingeal's advice. I did what my faerie wife wanted.

  “Exactly!” Siona said. “My mother is always in control. She's always being obeyed. Everyone listens to her. No faerie would dare disobey her. Which is why she needed something different. She needed to be used like a whore. To be fucked like a slut.

  “Like you did with me.”

  “But...” I groaned, remembering all those times she stared down at me like she was waiting for me to disobey her. I thought she was testing me, and in a way she was. But I had failed. I didn't seize control. I didn't give into my desires. I ignored my instincts and...

  “Las's putrid cum,” I groaned. “She's going to execute Aingeal.”

  Siona gave a sad nod of her head.

  “I can fuck her right. When she returns, I will throw her down on the bed and just plow that cunt of hers.” I squeezed my hands together, my back flexing, pain flaring across it. “I will make her explode on my dick and cum in her. I will use her. Paint her face in my jizz. She'll be my sex slave all night long.”

  “It's too late,” Siona said, tears in her eyes. “Even if you were to do that, she won't go back on a proclamation given before her court. Not without a new, and compelling, reason to grant clemency. And fucking her isn't going to do that.”

  My body went cold. I had to do something. I had to...

  Rescue Aingeal.

  Chapter Sixteen: Fairy Delight

  Sven Falk

  I rose from Queen Sidhe's bed, certainty settling upon me. I knew what to do: rescue Aingeal. No choice. I wouldn't let my faerie-wife perish. I brought her here. I promised to protect her. My eyes fell on Princess Siona. She took a step back from me, her purple-and-black butterfly wings fluttering behind her.

  “Sven...?” she asked, her voice tight. “I know you care for her. I'm sorry, I tried to—”

  I grabbed her by the shoulders, my fingers gripping hard. I pulled her naked form to me. She squeaked in shock, her big breasts bouncing before her. Her eyes widened. The air suddenly crackled with energy around her. She had power. She could throw me around like a rag doll.

  I moved my hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. I hefted them, feeling their lush weight. My fingers swiped around her nipples. She le
t out a whimpering sigh. She may have magical powers, she could bend me into a knot and leave me hanging from the ceiling, but I didn't care. I would master her.

  “You're going to help me save Aingeal,” I told her, putting all my confidence, my dominance into her as I stroked those fat nipples of hers. She shuddered, the glittering gold sparkling across her pale skin.

  “N-no, I'm not, Sven. I tried to help her. For you. But you didn't convince my mother. I'm sorry.”

  “Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”

  She nodded her head, her nipples so hard against me. She shifted her hips, her wings fluttering around behind her. I massaged those nubs, making her hips squirm. She let out a whimper. Her lips parted, glistening, begging to be kissed.

  “I made you explode, and you promised to help me.” I released her right breast, sliding my left hand down her taut stomach to her purple bush. Her juices soaked her silky hairs. Her thighs parted for me, welcoming my touch. When I reached her pussy, her back arched in wanton invitation. Her hips writhed from side-to-side, savoring my touch. “And you're going to help me save her.”

  “I can't,” she whimpered.

  I rubbed my fingers through her folds, feeling the heat of her cunt. My fingers slipped into her depths, her juicy pussy clenching down on my digits, begging to be filled by my cock. I curled my digits, sliding them along silky walls until I found that one spot.

  Her pupils dilated. She let out a wanton moan as I massaged her.

  “You can,” I growled. “You just chose not to. I just need information.” My fingers circled her spot, the bundle of pleasure every woman had buried in her pussy.

  Her snatch squeezed and relaxed on my fingers over and over, her juices dripping down my digits out of her.

  “Do you think it's right? She helped undo a great perversion happening in your mother's lands. You said it yourself when you saw the stocks.”

  “I know,” she said, her voice quivering. “I saw. But... She assaulted my mother.”

  “She didn't mean to. Duke Gallchobhar tricked her. He arranged for your mother to come through there.”

  “She meant that iron dust for someone,” the faerie princess groaned. “She meant to hurt someone badly. It was a malicious joke.”

  “I know. And I'll take her from Faerie. She'll never return. Her punishment for her crime. But she doesn't deserve to die because she returned to Faerie to save people.”

  Princess Siona shifted her hips more, her eyes fluttering as I massaged the spot in her cunt faster and faster. My fingers rubbed in circles on it, pressing hard against her slick, inner flesh. My dick throbbed hard before me, wanting to penetrate her. I grasped her left nipple in my other hand, pinching and twisting her fat nub.

  Her wings spread wide. Her head arched back.

  “So good,” she groaned. “Sven... That's so good.”

  “Tell me how to save her,” I crooned, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “You don't have to help us more. You don't have to do anything to betray your mother.”

  “She'll know,” Siona whimpered, her hips shifting from side-to-side.

  “That you answered a few of my questions? That a human took advantage of your kindness?” I stopped rubbing her pussy.

  She gasped, “No, don't stop.”

  “Then just help me, Your Highness.” I licked her earlobe, her cunt clenching down hard on my digits. “Anything you can tell me.”

  “Aingeal will be held in the cages until noon tomorrow,” she said. “At dawn, she'll be at her least guarded.”

  “When is dawn?” I asked. “It's always night here.”

  “You'll know it,” she panted. “The glow in the castle dwindles. You'll notice it dying as dawn approaches. Then it'll be renewed. That's when there is a shift change with the guard. It'll distract them. Your best chance to free her but...”

  I rubbed her special spot. She let out a whimper, her voice so throaty.

  “But we won't be able to get her out of the castle, will we?” I asked.

  “You could, but you'd never make it to the mushroom ring through which you entered Faerie.” The princess's pussy clenched on my fingers as she spoke. I remembered the mushroom ring, a circle we found in the Forest of Lhes that Aingeal used to open a portal. “Mother's forces will hunt you down. You won't have much time before alarms ring out.”

  “But you know a better way, don't you?” I asked her. I kissed at her jaw, caressing that special spot as I moved towards her mouth. “What is it?”

  “In my mother's... private garden... is a mushroom ring,” moaned Siona, her lips so wet. Her body quivered, on the verge of her orgasm. “But her garden is warded by spirits. Any who enter it without her permission will be detected. The entire castle shall ring with warning. Guards will swarm you before you can even reach the center. I can't give you permission or do anything about the soldiers.”

  “That's our problem,” I said and kissed her.

  She pressed against me. Her pussy clenched hard on my digits. Then she writhed against me, moaning into my lips. Silky flesh convulsed about my fingers, juices flooding out of her as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, swirling around as her orgasm surged through her.

  I held the kiss for a moment longer, then ripped my fingers out of her juicy depths. I had to find my women. We had plans to make.

  ~ * ~

  Zanyia

  Master's quarters in the palace were dazzling. Literally. With everything made of gold crystal, the light in the room reflected back at us from every direction, painting panels of bright light across our bodies. These faerie must be impressed by stuff like this, but it was distracting. My body twitched. I kept wanting to dart at any of the shifting beams of light and chase them around the room. My tail swished behind me, bristling with anticipation.

  So instead of that, I crawled onto Master's lap as he sat down on his bed, the frame made of twisted braids of gold shaped like leafy vines. Mistress Kora sat beside him, with Ealaín standing before them and Nathalie kneeling on the floor, her twin braids of blonde hair falling down to her naked breasts.

  Her titties were as tiny and cute as mine.

  Master scratched absently at my tawny hair between my two ears. They twitched, and I purred happily as he explained to us what Princess Siona had told him. He was such a wonderful man. I wasn't surprised at all that he wanted to rescue Aingeal. Not after he tried to free me from slavery, which was so foolish of him, but also so endearing.

  I loved him so much.

  “So we have to get her out of a cage and then we'll need a distraction to get us into the garden,” Sven said. “There's a courtyard that's full of faerie before it. They'll see us for sure unless we can get them cleared and out of our way.”

  “Well, there's Conleth and Turlough,” Mistress Kora said.

  Sven gave his step-sister a curious look.

  “They are two male faerie that showed an... interest in your sister,” Ealaín said, her arms folded before her silver breastplate. She looked so fierce and martial standing before us, but yet so sensual at the same time with her armor molding to the shape of her curvy body beneath, her white hair contrasting with her black skin, and those eyes... So yellow.

  They were both warm with desire and yet ice cold. Like a gem, they could be both brilliant and yet hard and unyielding. She only truly cared about Kora's art. If she thought saving Aingeal would be a detriment, would she betray us to save Mistress's life?

  She'd have to be watched.

  “An interest, huh?” Sven said, glancing at Kora.

  “They, uh, vowed to worship me and be my devoted slaves, brother mine. I... considered playing with them, but then I saw their cocks.”

  “And they just couldn't compare with mine, eh, sister dear?”

  Kora gave a tiny giggle. “Oh, no, if I tried them, I'd never want another dick again.”

  Sven shifted then he gave his sister a cocky look. “You are such a bad liar. I thought an artist would be
better at it.”

  “Bad liar?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

  “No cock's better than mine.” He said it with such bold confidence. The type of boast that in a lesser man would be a sign of his insecurity. But with Sven, it was more a statement of fact. One he believed.

  And one he'd proven many times.

  Kora rolled her blue eyes, shaking her head in amusement. “I can ask them. I bet they could come up with a reason to clear the courtyard so we can pass through it. Then it's just the problem of the alarm that will trigger.”

  “Mistress has her illusions,” said Nathalie. “She's amazing. That burning tree she created last night felt so real. The way the flames crackled and the light shifted.”

  “My best work,” Kora admitted, “and Duke Gallchobhar saw through it with a glance. Faeries live with illusions and deceit. They're children of not only Las, who goes to great lengths of trickery to satiate his lusts, but of Cernere. None have more cunning than the Goddess of Thieves. They say she built a maze so complex to house her hideous son that none can find their way through it. One so labyrinthine he could never wander out.

  “Anyone here will see through anything I make.”

  I didn't like the tone to Kora's words. I perked up, staring at her as she lowered her head, something twisting her face. Almost like... sadness. A disappointment in herself. I wanted to crawl off Master and cuddle on her lap, to let her know that she was an amazing artist and that I loved what she did.

  “I can help inspire you to improve your art,” Ealaín said. “It is why I am here, Kora.”

  “To make illusions so good faerie can't see through them?” Kora asked, her voice strained by something. Doubt?

  “If you have the confidence to do it and the right material.” The aoi si glanced at me. “If you paint with the right hues, well, it is more than possible.”

  “Me?” I asked, perking up.

  “She's looking at me,” Sven said. “She's talking about my cum.”

  “Oh, that makes sense,” I said. Mistress Kora painted with her pussy juices.