Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  Gods, I was tired.

  “I think going to Az is a good idea,” Ealaín said. “Rest. I will take the first watch.”

  She rose as I pulled out Ava's alabaster proxy. Aingeal snuggled closer to me, her breasts sticky. She hugged me tight, her pink hair spilling across my chest as her breathing slowed into sleep. I caressed Ava's proxy.

  She responded.

  ~ * ~

  Princess Ava – Koyth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  Traveling had left me tired, but it was wonderful knowing there was a plan. I worked out with Sven where to meet him and his harem when they emerged out of the southern edge of the Forest of Lhes. Then I let him get some rest.

  He sounded so tired.

  I wanted to sleep myself as I lay on the lumpy mattress in the rude village inn. Greta shifted beside me. I wore my thickest nightgown, fearing that we wouldn't be sleeping alone in this bed. This inn looked so shabby. I had never stayed in anything so poor before in my life.

  But I could handle the discomfort if it got me away from my step-father. If it brought me to Sven. And in Az, I bet I could find a way to break the lust enchantment my father placed on me. My pussy twinged, aching for his touch. But he was a day's ride away now.

  I just hoped my plan worked. Whether he came hunting towards the forest after me. I needed to know.

  I sank into my jade beetle. I'd left this proxy in my father's office after I discovered about the Lodestone hidden in Faerie two weeks ago. My soul rushed out of my body and inhabited the little statue. I came awake in the dark crevasse formed by crumbling mortar in the study's walls. I peered into the dark room and...

  My father wasn't there.

  I clicked my little mandibles in irritation. Of course he wasn't here. It would have been the greatest coincidence in the world if he was. I let out an annoyed sigh, buzzing my little jade wings in the tight crevasse. I settled in to wait, my mind numb with exhaustion.

  I just wanted to sleep.

  It would be so easy. To just sink down into my dreams...

  My thoughts drifted as I struggled to stay awake. My father spent so much time in the study. I had to learn something. I couldn't let myself sink into oblivion yet. I needed to stay up for as long as I could and...

  Sven's arms engulfed me. “I'll never let you go. You're mine.”

  “Yes,” I moaned, trembling in his arms as he carried me in my wedding dress toward the black and white altar of Luben. “Make me your bride tonight!”

  A door slammed.

  I jumped awake still trapped in the tight crevasse. Light flooded in through the crack. My father had returned. My dream spilled off of me as I gazed out into his study. I caught sight of his dark boots marching across the room. Then he sat down heavily at his desk. A drawer opened and then slammed shut.

  He sounded... angry? Worried? I wished he would talk to himself, let me know what he was thinking. Instead... he began writing. The scratch of his quill filled the room. It was monotonous, drawling, lulling me back into sleep and—

  A loud rap hammered the door.

  “Enter,” my father said, his voice cool. Since mother's death, the passion had bled out of him.

  The door creaked open and I caught the hem of a black robe. Master Mage Shevoin swept into the room and stood before my father's desk. This was it. With his magic, he could track me down. I had my lies all ready if Father caught up with me, how I had to flee because I feared the mage's power. He was a mage. Armies couldn't stand up to them.

  “Well?” Father asked, his voice still devoid of any emotion. “Where did she go? Was she captured? Is she hurt?”

  “You're not even asking if I found her?”

  “If you found her, she'd be with you.” Father's chair creaked. “Stop wasting my time. It won't be long until my enemies realize that my new armies are no longer activated. I don't need this distraction. Where did my daughter go?”

  “She went south towards Thlin,” he said. “She's riding fast. I fear... I fear she is fleeing your castle.”

  Father let out almost an angry grunt. “And what about the enchantment? You assured me it would make her love me. She...” His voice softened. “She did love me. She gave herself to me.”

  “I... I am not a mind reader, your majesty. Perhaps her maid... conspired with your enemies in Thlin. I do not know. I have already ordered your men to ride after her. Do you wish me to accompany them?”

  There was a long pause. “No. I can breed other heirs.”

  Indignation shot through me. He didn't actually care about me? I thought he at least loved me.

  “I need you to recreate the Lodestone. Send your agents to the mines and find me another piece of magnetic iron big enough to work for your spell.”

  “Of course, your majesty,” Shevoin said.

  “And send in Gunther. I can spare some men to find my daughter. She would make a great heir for me, but... But I can't be weak right now.”

  My ruse worked. I pulled out of my beetle and sank into my thoughts. My eyes opened to stare at the dark rafters of the inn room's ceiling. He didn't love me. I shouldn't be hurt by that—I despised my father—but... But he said he loved me and...

  Sven loved me. I needed to focus on that. On what was important. Once I was with Sven, we would stop my father before Shevoin could recreate the Lodestone. It was time to move on him. It was time to end his reign for good.

  Chapter Thirty-One: The Naga's Domain

  Zizthithana – Kozzithni, The Shahdom of Shizhuth

  My serpentine, lower half wrapped about the slave's torso. My violet scales, marked with bright diamonds of bronze, entwined about his brawny chest. I felt his muscles beneath his skin, the Zeutchian trembling as I squeezed him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his torso swelling against my strong grip.

  I could crush him.

  I could constrict the breath out of him.

  My pussy, peeking out through a slit in my scales, rubbed hot against his skin. I loved the pale shade of his flesh, so different from the swarthy hue of the humans native to Shizhuth. He groaned, a tinge of his fear on the air. My tongue tasted it as it flicked out of my body. I shuddered, my nipples aching as I twined tighter and tighter about him.

  I found his cock with my hand, thrusting from a thatch of blond hair. I stroked his girth, my pussy aching to be filled by him. Humans could be so weak, but they had something so delicious, something my naga body craved.

  Cocks.

  Hard, thick, long cocks.

  “Mistress,” he groaned as I rubbed the tip of his dick against my scales, sliding it up and down my flesh.

  He shuddered as I massaged the tip against me. My breasts jiggled. My left hand slid up from my violet scales to the dusky skin of my belly. It rose up to my large breasts, today a gold chain connecting my pierced nipples. I seized it, tugging on it, stretching out my nipples.

  I moaned in delight, pleasure shooting down to my dripping pussy. My tongue flicked from my mouth as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. My coiled body squeezed tighter about his torso, his ribs creaking. He sucked in a shallower breath, straining to take deep breaths. I felt his heart pounding beneath his chest, his life fluttering in my embrace.

  I owned him. I possessed him.

  “Mistress,” he groaned again, his voice tighter. His cock throbbed in my hand, pulsing with his passion for me.

  It made me so wet.

  My bed creaked, my muslin canopy forming a haze of purple around me, an island of passion cut off from the rest of my castle. My bed creaked as I shifted, the satin sheets cool against my scales as I moved. I slid his cock along my scales until it nudged at my hot flesh.

  I hissed in delight, tugging so hard on my nipple chain. My breasts stretched and my nipples distorted. My dusky-pink nubs flared in wondrous pain. It shuddered through me, filling me with such trembling delight. I rubbed his dick against my pussy with the other.

  “Is this what you want, slave?” I moaned, my voice so sibilant with my desire. My cunt dripped w
ith passion. “To slide into my pussy? Do you want to be in me?”

  “Yes!” he groaned, his heart beating faster. His ardor seasoned the fear I tasted in the air, two delightful flavors, one sour and the other spice. “I wish to be in you, Mistress.”

  “And you will give me such pleasure?” I groaned, my hand squeezing about his dick, feeling the pulse of his life throbbing up it. The tip nuzzled into the folds of my pussy, stimulating me. He brushed my clit, a wave of pleasure washing through my body. “Will you satiate my lusts with this cock?”

  “I will, Mistress!” he promised, his body twitching in my coiled embrace. I stared down his thick legs, muscles flexing and spasming in aching need, his toes curling. “I will give you such pleasure, Mistress. My cock will make you explode.”

  “It better,” I groaned, my coils tightening hard about his chest. Air exploded out of his lungs. His heart palpitated fast. Then I relaxed.

  “I will... satiate you... Mistress...” he panted between deep breaths, his dick throbbing so hard in my tight grip.

  He understood. My pussy clenched as I tugged on my chain so hard. My hand twisted, entwining the thin, gold links about me, pulling my tits towards each other, my nipples distending even more. It hovered right on the transition from agony to rapture, making my pussy burn with need. His cock nuzzled at the entrance, poised to give me all the rapture I needed.

  I impaled my cunt down his cock.

  “Mistress!” he screamed out as I hissed in delight.

  His thick cock slid into the hot depths of my cunt. He stretched my snatch open. I groaned as he reached so deep into me. He felt so amazing, his thickness stimulating me. I pulled so hard on my chain, pain flaring in my nubs, shooting down to my cunt.

  I boiled around him.

  My scales rasped against his skin as I whimpered. My violet hair spilled about my face as a hot shudder ran through me. My breasts jiggled and shook as waves of delight washed out of my cunt, filling me with ecstatic heat.

  “Yeessssss!” I hissed as I took every inch of his girth. I clamped my snatch down on his dick, loving him in me.

  My body moved. My coiled tail clenched and relaxed on his body, squeezing air out of him in wondrous gasps. I worked my cunt up and down his body as he shuddered on my bed. He groaned, moaning out the pleasure he experienced in my pussy.

  “Mistress!” he groaned.

  My hand massaged his heavy balls, full of his salty seed. My pussy clenched and relaxed on him, squeezing, tightening, increasing the silky friction as I fucked my snatch up and down his girth. Pleasure trembled through me, washing in hot waves over and over through my body. My nipples throbbed every time I took him to the hilt.

  I hissed in delight, pumping my hips faster and faster up and down his body. My bed creaked as I enjoyed him, the satin feeling so delicious on my scales. My purple hair spilled about my face as my head tossed from side-to-side.

  “Yes, yes, yeesssss!” My tongue flicked out faster and faster. His dick reached so deep into me. “Do you feel my passion?”

  “So hot and silky about me, Mistress,” he groaned. “So honored... to feel your passion... Mistress.”

  I loved his broken speech as I squeezed his body, choking off his words. His heart pounded so fast as his dick throbbed in my cunt. I fucked my pussy faster and faster up and down his dick, the pleasure building and building inside of me.

  He stimulated me.

  I pulled over and over on my chain. My nipples ached and throbbed, distorting, shooting such wondrous pain down to my pussy. The sensations rippled through my body. My cunt clenched on his dick. The silky friction spilled such rapture through me.

  I worked my body, driven towards my orgasm. I used his cock, my hand massaging his balls. I loved the feel of them. I hissed out so loud as I slammed my snatch down his cock, taking him to the hilt. I squeezed his nuts.

  He grunted in pain.

  Pleasure exploded through me.

  My orgasm spasmed through my cunt. He gasped as he felt my flesh massaging about him. He ground through clenched teeth as my body tightened about him. The pleasure spilled through my body. Stars burst across my vision as the rapture burned through my thoughts.

  Ecstasy burned through my mind. I hissed louder and louder, tightening and relaxing my coiled body about him, loving him. My cunt convulsed about his dick, sucking at him. His balls tightened in my massaging grip.

  “Mistress!” he groaned, his voice so thick with need.

  I denied him my permission to erupt.

  I worked my spasming cunt up and down his dick. He gasped and groaned, his need so thick in his voice. He wanted to spill his cum into my body. I savored his struggle. I loved the feel of him fighting his urge to spill his seed into my cunt.

  I slammed my cunt up and down his dick, my pleasure spilling over and over through my body. I tugged on my nipple chain as my orgasm spasmed through my body. I loved it. My tits heaved as my serpentine form convulsed about him.

  Delicious rapture burned through me. My thoughts burned with the bliss of this moment. It was such wondrous pleasure. It spilled through me. It made me shiver in wicked delight. I sucked in such deep breaths. I loved this. I never wanted this delight to end.

  “Yes, yes, yes, stay hard for your mistress!” I hissed. “Keep giving her pleasure with that erect cock.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, his arms twitching in my coiled embrace. My scales rasped on his skin as he twitched. “Your pussy... It feels amazing, Mistress.”

  “Of course!” I moaned, pumping my body as fast as I could. Orgasm after orgasm spilled through my body. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. How long would he last? Would he surrender early? “You love my cunt!”

  “It's the best! Mistress! The best!”

  “You want to spill in me?” I hissed.

  “I live to worship you, Mistress! Let me! Let me show you my devotion!”

  I shuddered, my cunt aching to feel his seed spill in me. I hissed out in rapture, slamming down his cock, taking every inch of his dick into my flesh. He reached so deep into me. His balls ached, so swollen with his seed.

  “You are not worthy to cum in me!” I moaned, squeezing his nuts hard.

  He grunted in pain as my pussy spasmed about his dick, sucking at it, aching to be filled by his cum. He shuddered, his body spasming as he fought against his natural urge. He wanted to give me this rapture. He wanted to fulfill his need.

  And didn't. He restrained himself.

  A pity. Then I could squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, punishing him for his—

  The door to my bedchambers opened. I shuddered, letting my orgasm die as I tasted my lamia slave's presence. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy buzzed through my veins. I savored the post-coital euphoria.

  “You are intruding, Shilia,” I hissed, squeezing so hard about the slave. His breath grunted out of him.

  “My apologies, dread Mistress,” she said, lurking just outside my canopy. “But the Paragon... She demands an audience with you.”

  “When?” I asked, my body buzzing with delight. Such wondrous orgasms. The slave struggled to breathe. I relaxed my coils. He gave me pleasure. Why kill him when I could enjoy him again?

  “Mis... tress!” he panted as I showed him mercy.

  “Dread Mistress, she's here right now,” my lamia slave said.

  My heart squeezed. The pleasure wreathing my thoughts fell away. My tongue flicked out hard. “What?”

  “She's here, Mistress! She's demanding to see you!”

  “Las's transforming cum!” I hissed and released the slave's body, drawing my pussy off his still-hard cock.

  I ignored his pants and groans as I slithered across my bed and thrust my human torso through my canopy. I stared down at Shilia, the lamia prostrate on the floor. Her fear thickened the air with that delicious, sour flavor. Her gray-black tail twitched back and forth.

  “S-she awaits you in your audience room, dread Mistress.”

  Irritation gripped
me. I had hoped to put the Paragon off longer. Keythivak hadn't sent a message since he tracked the thieves to a faerie ring. If the thief never returned from Faerie... I needed the Paragon's support to make my bid to seize the Shahdom of Shizhuth. I would rule it and then conquer the other naga countries. I would form an empire, ruling everything east of the Despeir mountains.

  After, I would turn west towards my “ally,” Prince Meinard. I would wrest his lands from him, put the Zeutchian and the other humans who dwelt beyond the mountains beneath my power. I would rule the world, conquering more land than the weak High King Peter ever had.

  But not without the Paragon's support!

  The monstrous servants she promised me if I recovered the amulet would give me such an advantage over armies made of humans. I needed to stall her. I needed to buy my servant more time to recover my amulet.

  I drew in a deep breath as I slithered off my bed. My scales rasped on the cool floor as I gathered my thoughts. My breasts swayed before me, my chain swaying back and forth. My tongue flickered out of my mouth as I moved through my palace, my lamia slave scampering at my side. I had to be calm, cold. I couldn't show any fear. I was Zizthithana, istandar of the province of Hizzithya. I would be the future shahbanu, what humans would call a queen, of Shizhuth.

  I felt it. I believed it. I was it.

  With a regal bearing, I entered my audience room, the walls covered in banners of bright purple. My eyes flicked to the Paragon, hiding my revulsion at the sight of Biomancer Vebrin's ultimate creation, a creature of such loathsome sight. She churned even my strong stomach.

  The Paragon was a hunched and deformed creature. She was an amalgamation of various races all melted together into a bubble of flesh. Masculine and feminine features, swirled together about her mongrel face. She had broad shoulders that rippled with her inhuman strength, her limbs twisted with ropy strands of muscles. She had both breasts, swollen and overripe, and a cock thrusting huge from her crotch. Her skin was a riot of colors, merging hues of all sorts, the various beige and browns of humans, the metallic flesh of a halfling, the swarthy red of orcs, the sallow hue of an ogre, and more, giving her a molted look. Delicate ears, like an elf's, twitched through her tangle of hair, every strand looking to be a different hue and texture. All the strengths of the races distilled into one horrid abomination.