by Reed James
I thrust deep into her snatch, her tail twitching across my tits. My nipples throbbed, the bushy delight stimulating me, inspiring my hips to pump away faster and faster. I drove my dick deep into her cunt, reveling in her juicy delights.
“Damn, that is hot,” Sven groaned, his blue eyes staring at my tits and that catgirl's flicking tail. “Fuck her. She's moaning about my cock and sucking so hard.”
“Yes, she's a wanton one,” I groaned, my eyes flicking across Sven's pale chest. So muscular and strong. He didn't have broad shoulders, but he still had a fighter's strength. “Such a juicy pussy.”
“She's going to make you cum,” he growled, his hands seizing his slave's tawny hair. Her ears twitched more. “Right, slut?”
Zanyia's pussy clamped down so hard on my plunging dick as her purr rumbled out of her throat.
“Oh, yes, she's going to make you cum so hard, Ealaín,” Kora moaned, her voice so throaty with pleasure. “Fuck her. She's such a sweet thing.”
“I am, Radiant,” I gasped.
“She deserves to explode on your dick and drink down all my brother's cum!”
“She loves cum so much,” Nathalie moaned. “Just a slut for it!”
“Oh, yes!” Kora moaned. “Feed her all your spunk, brother mine!”
“I'll pump it right down her throat,” Sven grunted, thrusting hard. I could hear the meaty thwack of his balls against her chin, his dick ramming down Zanyia's throat.
She loved it.
Her tail swished faster and faster, brushing my nipples and tits while her hips wiggled from side-to-side. Her pussy sucked at my cock. Her hot, juicy twat begged for me to cum in her. She stirred her sheath around me, caressing me with her silk.
I thrust faster and faster into her depths. My tits heaved and bounced before me. I savored the feel of her cunt and Sven's eyes lusting after me. He couldn't look away from my bouncing breasts as I fucked his sex slave with my girl-dick.
“Pound her,” he growled, his voice so thick. His own hips thrust faster and faster, ramming his cock deep down Zanyia's throat. “Pater's cock, you need to make my whore cum!”
“Yes!” I groaned. “Gods, I want that. I want to feel her flesh spasming about me. Rithi's skilled fingers, yes!”
My flesh slapped into Zanyia's rump. She rocked between us, spit-roasted on our cocks. It was so hot. So exciting. I groaned, pumping with all my might. I wanted to spill every drop of my spunk into her depths. I wanted it dripping out of her, spilling down her thighs. What a delicious treat to witness.
What inspiration for Kora.
“Yes, yes, yes,” my charge moaned. Then she gasped as Aingeal suddenly straddled her face.
“Your mouth needs to do more than just moan!” the fairy gasped, her pink wings spreading wide. She looked so complete with her wings back. Her tits heaved before her, pink hair spilling about her face as she squirmed on Kora's mouth.
My charge licked and nibbled, devouring the fairy's pussy with such rapture. But she couldn't see the art I created. She couldn't take inspiration from my passion any longer. I growled out as a wave of frustration washed through me, my hips thrusting forward as hard as possible.
My dick rejoiced at the increased friction. It drank in the sensations Zanyia's silky pussy walls provided. My own cunt tightened, my pleasure building and building in me. My tits bounced and heaved as my ovaries boiled.
“Pater's mighty cock, I love that sight,” groaned Sven, staring at his faerie-wife's big tits heaving as she writhed atop Kora.
“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” Aingeal moaned, cupping her big, pillowy tits, her nipple rings glinting as they pierced through her fat nubs. “Feast on the sight of these, my husband! You can't look away.”
“They're just so delightful,” he grunted, balls thwacking over and over on Zanyia's chin.
The lamia moaned, her tail swishing faster and faster across my breasts, tickling my nipples. My pussy clenched as the faerie giggled. Sven growled, making the same sounds he did right before he came inside of me.
More of his cum ran out of my pussy while my clit-dick ached in his sex slave's juicy depths. I shuddered, slamming into her cunt. The friction shot down my shaft to my ovaries. They tightened. My back arched.
“Rithi's majestic art!” I screamed out, throwing back my head.
My girl-cum fired out of my dick into the lamia's tight cunt. She whimpered, her ears twitching, and joined me in rapture. Her pussy spasmed about my hard dick. She milked my cock, wringing it dry with her passion while yowling about her master's dick.
Sven grunted, his masculine face twisting with passion. He slammed his dick deep into her mouth and grunted. As I flooded the slutty lamia's cunt, his jizz pumped straight down her gullet into her belly. Her pussy spasmed harder about my girl-cock, her orgasm intensifying as the pleasure surged through her body.
“Ooh, yes, you're giving the little slut what she needs,” Aingeal moaned, kneading her tits as she ground on Kora's mouth. Her fingers brushed her nipple piercings, flicking the golden rings up and down. “And so is your sweet sister, my husband.”
“Yes, she is,” Sven groaned through his pleasure.
My own orgasm peaked. Dizzy rapture shuddered through me. And Kora didn't see it. I shuddered, my final spurt of jizz flooding the catgirl's juicy depths. Pleasure rippled through me. I sucked in such a deep breath as my body buzzed in delight.
“Gods, that was good, eh, Ealaín?” Sven asked.
I nodded my head, casting my calculating gaze to him. Once the amulet was destroyed, however that was accomplished, I would have to part Kora from her brother. She needed new experiences, safer experiences, to grow her art. Her brother would only chain her into his vulgar and dangerous lifestyle. She was a rose that deserved to blossom in the most spectacular garden.
He was a weed. And though a weed could be beautiful in its own vulgar way, they were still so common.
~ * ~
Kora Falk
Aingeal rolled off of me, gasping and shuddering from her orgasm. Her wings fluttering as she shuddered in delight. I licked my lips, savoring the honey flavor of her pussy, different from the earthier musk of a human's, or a lamia's, pussy.
A wave of exhaustion washed through me. I yawned, glad I could make Aingeal cum, but I was just so tired. It had been such a long few days. A long week. Ten days ago, we encountered the patrol that chased us into the woods. We hardly rested at all as we traipsed through the woods, recruited Nathalie, met Aingeal, and then came to Faerie. And there...
My eyes didn't want to stay open as Nathalie slid up my body and snuggled against me. I smelled my tangy musk adorning her face as she held me tight. Her form felt so hot and silky against me, her embrace so comforting.
“You look so tired, Mistress. Sleep.” She kissed my cheek, leaving my skin feeling sticky with my passion.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, that exhaustion dragging me down, mixing with the relaxing buzz of the wonderful orgasms the sex slave snuggling against me gave me.
I was sure I'd feel better tomorrow.
~ * ~
Aingeal
I suddenly felt so sleepy as I came down from the wonderful orgasm that Kora gave me. Not surprising after spending all night chained in a cell. I couldn't sleep at all, fearing my impending doom. But now... now I was free. I was with my family.
Sleep could wait. I wanted to play some more.
Ealaín sank onto her ass, her clit-dick glistening with Zanyia's pussy juices, her black thighs stained with Sven's milky cum. She had her legs parted, his spunk leaking out of her depths. It made my mouth water.
I wanted to play some more. I had my wings back. This was all so amazing. I shoved down that leaden exhaustion and crawled toward the aoi si, my big tits swaying before me. Her citrine eyes flicked to me, lidded from her pleasure.
“Your cock is so fascinating,” I purred. I liked cocks. Thoughts of my poor feyhound, Cú Mheá, flashed through my mind. He was destroyed in the fight with Duke Gallchobhar.
That ached my heart. Cú Mheá wasn't a living creature, but I carved him and animated him to give me companionship. He was a wonderful lover. Should I make a new one now that I had my husband, his sex slaves, Kora, and the aoi si? And how did Ealaín fit into the family? A friend with benefits? A potential mate to Sven? He'd fucked her hard. That had been so hot to watch.
And now his cum filled her pussy.
I leaned my head down, breathing in her juicy scent. It filled my nostrils with this intoxicating spice that had me salivating. I lunged forward, burying my face into her shaved snatch and lapping up my husband's cum flowing out of her.
Spicy cream and salty cum. Yum.
She shuddered, her wet clit-dick throbbing right before my face. I dragged my tongue up through her folds and brushed the base. I had never experienced the delight of licking from a girl's pussy to her cock. I shuddered, the flavor of pussy cream becoming sweet. Zanyia's delight. I purred, my wings fluttering, as I drew it up to the tip of her dick.
“Master!” Zanyia howled behind me, flesh slapping flesh. “Yes, yes, Las's yummy cum! I love your cock in me!”
I shivered, listening to the sound of my husband fucking his sex slave as my tongue reached the pinnacle of the hermaphrodite's dick. I swirled around it, gathering her salty precum and more of Zanyia's sweet cream. The aoi si kept staring at me with her citrine eyes. They were so hard to read. Did she like this?
“Mmm, you bring so many intriguing possibilities into the harem,” I purred, my hips wiggling from side-to-side. “I love it.”
“Oh,” she said. “And how do you plan on using me?”
“Using?” I objected. “No, no, playing.” I grabbed my big, pillowy tits and piled them around her shaft. I felt the slickness of Zanyia's pussy juices while my pierced nipples rubbed into her flat stomach. “Like this.”
She groaned as I slid my tits up and down her girl-dick. My own pussy grew hotter, lightning zapping from my nipples right to my cunt. Juices ran down my thighs as my butterfly wings fluttered, stirring the air around us.
Her breasts rose as she sucked in a sharp inhalation, the tip of her dick stimulated by my pillowy breasts. I loved it and pumped my tits faster. Zanyia's cream lubed the way while my nipples drank in the feel of the aoi si's silky-smooth belly.
My pussy rejoiced at those sensations, growing juicier and juicier by the moment.
“You like that, huh?” I purred. “My big tits on your girl-dick?”
“Of course,” she moaned. “Stimulation is always appreciated.”
“Ooh, and how will you show your appreciation?” I asked, my cunt growing hotter. The stimulation from rubbing my pierced nipples—the gold rings twisting and shifting through my nubs—on her breasts shot right to my pussy, building pleasure in my depths. “Will you shower me in your yummy girl-cum?”
“I could be persuaded to do that,” she said, her voice purring.
“I bet,” I said with a grin. “Mmm, I know just how to do it, too. Just what you need. You're going to cum all over my face, aren't you? You naughty hermaphrodite. My tits are going to cajole you into erupting. They're giving you all their arguments about why you need to erupt.”
“Such persuasive arguments,” she agreed, her dick throbbing between my tits.
That made my pussy clench again. The pleasure built in me. I squirmed more and more, my snatch growing wetter. Rivulets of cream worked down my thighs as I pleased this gorgeous creature. I wanted to hear her cry out in ecstasy. I wanted her spunk spurting from her dick and raining across my face.
What an absolutely delightful treat that would be.
My tongue darted out on the downstroke of my tits, licking the tip of her girl-dick when it emerged from between my big boobs. My nipples throbbed as I lapped up her precum. My pussy clenched tight, the pleasure rippling through my body.
“Oh, yes, yes,” groaned Ealaín. “Rithi's talented fingers and appreciative eye! Gods, you are skilled with your arguments.”
“I love cum as much as Zanyia!”
“Yes!” yowled the catgirl as Sven fucked her sloppy cunt.
My husband grunted and groaned, savoring her as I pleasured the hermaphrodite. I worked my tits faster and faster, her cock twitching and throbbing in between my pillowy mounds. My nipple rings twisted about, stimulating my nipples more and more, shooting rapture down to my cunt. My tongue lapped at the tip of her cock, making her moan louder and louder.
Then she arched her back. Her face contorted. Her yellow eyes squeezed shut. I slid my tits up and down her cock. My tongue flicked the throbbing tip, scooping up a large dollop of her precum. The salty treat melted on my tongue as she screamed out in rapture.
“Gods, yes!”
Her cum exploded.
“Cernere's black cunt!” I howled as her spunk spurted into my face. My nipples throbbed against her belly as I pumped my tits up and down her shaft, milking out her cum. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. “Yes!”
I made her cum. That thrill combined with the caressing of my nipples against her belly. As her jizz splattered my tits and painted my face, my orgasm erupted in the depths of my cunt. Pleasure surged through me as girl-jizz splashed into my mouth.
I swallowed the salty treat as we both groaned in pleasure. Cream gushed out of my cunt. My snatch spasmed, waves of ecstasy surging through my body I loved cumming just from nipple stimulation alone, savoring that wonderful treat.
Her cum coated my cheeks and chin. It ran thick down to my neck and dribbled onto my fat tits. Her dick's final pulse sent a rivulet of pearly spunk running down her shaft to soak into the valley of my tits.
“Mmm, look at you,” she purred, staring at me with such hunger in her eyes.
The aoi si cupped my face and lifted me. Still trembling through my orgasm, she brought my face to her lips and licked at her own cum dripping across my flesh. Sven groaned behind us, slamming hard into Zanyia's pussy.
“Now that is hot!” he groaned. “Gods, I love it.”
“Master!” squealed Zanyia. “Yes, yes, cum in me! Fill my pussy and... Las's spurting cock, yes!”
I shuddered as Ealaín's cum-coated tongue found my lips. We kissed hard, sharing her passion as my body buzzed in delight. The pleasure surged through my flesh. I wiggled my hips and fluttered my wings as I snowballed girl-jizz back and forth with the hermaphrodite, our large tits rubbing together, smearing her cum across her tits.
I purred when we broke our kiss. “Yes, you do bring something delicious to the harem.”
“Harem...” Her eyes flicked away from me for a moment. “I suppose I do.”
I cuddled against her body, loving the feel of her jizz staining my flesh, and watched Sven rip his cock out of Zanyia's pussy. The catgirl fell into a heap before him, curling up into a ball, her tail twitching, and was asleep in moments, a smile on her lips.
Sven yawned, too. He sank down on the other side of the aoi si, lying on his back, staring up at the tent wall. He sucked in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, matted by his glistening sweat. I breathed in, the tent filled with the musk of our combined passions, hot pussies and salty cum.
I loved it.
“What are your plans now?” Ealaín asked.
Chapter Thirty: Exhausted Plan
Aingeal
My husband Sven glanced at the sleeping Kora as Ealaín's question seemed to echo through the tent. His face tightened. He said, “I want to go after that bastard. We've destroyed his army and I want to ram my sword into his guts. But...”
“But?” the aoi si asked, her voice sounding almost bored, disinterested.
“The amulet.”
A shiver ran through me. The Biomancer Vebrin's soul lay locked in Kora's amulet. Panthopus, his terrifying amalgamation of octopus and panther, prowled the Forest of Lhes. I'd seen them, tentacles thrusting from their bodies, searching for prey. They displaced their bodies, using an innate form of illusion that not even my keen eyes could penetrate. And those weren't the worst
things he created. He experimented on all creatures, even faeries, in his dark castle in the Haunted Forest.
The world was better off without him around.
“We can't let him be revived. And I doubt we can just smash it.” Sven shook his head. “That never works with powerful magical artifacts. He would have warded it against that.”
“The Collegiate Tower down in Esh-Esh would have ideas,” I said. “They are mages, too. And they condemned Vebrin's work. They wouldn't want him back. They hate warlocks.”
“Warlocks?” Nathalie asked, cuddled against Kora.
“Rogue mages who don't follow the Magery Council's rules,” Sven answered. “But that's a long trip. And the Magery is embroiled in their war with the Kingdom of Allain.”
“There's the Lesbius Oracle in the Deorc Forest,” I added. I gave Sven a naughty grin. “She doesn't like men, but there's plenty of women in the party she might be willing to aid.”
~ * ~
Sven Falk
I rolled my eyes at my faerie-wife cuddling against the aoi si, a mischievous grin playing on her face.
“That's a big help.”
“Well, Kora's a woman,” Aingeal pointed out. “Even if she's made the mistake of sleeping with a guy. The Oracle might overlook that.”
“And what will her price be?” I asked, leaden exhaustion pulling down at me. I was feeling the long two days after cumming in Zanyia's pussy. “We need something closer.”
Ealaín shifted. “You have an idea.”
My face grew tense. Pain throbbed in my heart. Flashes of my old life exploded through my mind. Carousing with Ava with other nubile students; regaling my sisters with my exploits. “The University of Az. Between its various colleges, they will know how to destroy it.”
“Yes, I can see that. The Bardic College guards much old knowledge, and the Philosophic College studies the esoteric,” Ealaín said.
“We just have to go west, skirting the southern edge of the forest, and we'll reach Az in a few days.” I yawned again and my eyes closed, lids so heavy. “We can meet up with Ava on the way. We'll be slow traveling through the woods until we hit the southern edge.” I groaned. “I should tell her the plan.” I forced my eyes back open, fighting against sleep, and reached for my pack.