Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  “Aren't you a bold one,” she said, her words sibilant. I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Mmm, are you really trying to seduce me?”

  “Why wouldn't I?” I asked. “When I have such a lush pair of tits to play with?”

  Amusement flickered across her face. She undulated her body around me. I felt something hot and wet rubbing on my hip right by my cock. That juicy wetness grew as I tugged on her nipple, stretching out her nub and breast. The feel of her wet pussy made my dick throb. I had to get hard and inflame her lusts.

  My women needed me. I couldn't be crushed to death by a naga.

  “Stalling won't save your life, human,” she said as I craned my head. My face brushed the bottom of her breast. “Do you think your cock will make me melt? That I'll be one of your women?”

  “Maybe you're curious what's so great about my cock that makes them all pant after me?” I asked.

  “There's nothing at all mysterious about it,” she hissed, arching her back, pressing her soft breasts into my face. I turned my head, kissing at the inner slope. “Women grow wet for strength and power, and you have plenty of it, even if your emotions weaken you.”

  “You think surrendering to you was weakness?” I asked. “Doesn't it take strength to just stand there and let a naga slither around your body? To do this?”

  I nuzzled my lips against her nipple. I latched onto the hot nub, feeling it in my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked so hard on it, my dick throbbing against her body.

  Her body slithered around me, readjusting with a flexing, almost crushing grip. The heat moved near my dick. I could feel that her hot cunt craved to be penetrated. I pinched one nipple and sucked on the other; her hissing delight rippled out of her.

  “Do you really think this will work, human?” she said, laughing. “Do you think your cock sliding into my cunt will make me surrender to your masculine prowess?”

  My mouth popped off her nipple. “And yet you're bringing that hot cunt to my cock. You're just aching to be fucked. You're just a naga-slut dripping for my cock to fuck her.”

  “Naga-slut?” she hissed, her body squeezing tight.

  I fought the grunt of pain, teeth clenched. Then I latched onto her nipple and sucked with all my might. I drew that nipple deep into my mouth. My tongue danced around the nub while my fingers twisted the other. She let out a hissing moan, her body shifting again.

  Her pussy pressed against my dick, a dripping, hot slit surrounded by her hot scales. She felt as silky as a human female, her juices coating my cock. She squeezed and flexed her body, driving her pussy down my dick.

  “You dare call me a naga-slut!” she snarled. “Do you know who I am?”

  “The slut pumping her cunt up and down my dick,” I groaned, her hot flesh gripping my cock, her silky sheath massaging it as her body flexed. I nuzzled between her breasts, reveling in their soft feel as pleasure surged through me.

  “I am the Istandar of Hizzithya!” she hissed.

  “And yet you're working that juicy cunt on my cock,” I groaned. “You're just a whore for my cock. You could have killed me, but your hot snatch just itched to be fucked.”

  My hips thrust forward, slamming my cock deeper into her pussy. I squeezed her breast hard with my right hand as I fucked her. She shuddered, her coils squeezing and relaxing on me as she let out a hiss of pleasure.

  “If I choose to use your cock, then you should feel honored that I have given you a reprieve, human,” she hissed.

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Gods, you are one of the sluttiest whores I've met. Your pussy just got so hot from a little nipple play. You're just that weak, huh? Just controlled by this hot cunt. But that's okay. You can cum on my dick. I'll give you rapture.”

  Her snatch clenched on my dick. She hissed, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth. “You are aggravating.”

  “So aggravating,” I groaned. “Gods, yes, work that cunt, naga-slut. I'm going to give you all that cum you crave.”

  She hissed louder, squeezing about my body. I just grinned. I had her distracted. I just had to find a way to get out of her embrace. She shuddered against me, her pussy rippling about my dick as our flesh slapped together, pleasure shooting down my shaft.

  I couldn't cum in her. I had to hold off as long as possible. I had to make her a quivering mass of pleasure. I sucked on her nipple, nipping it with my teeth. She hissed, my hips pumping, my cock spearing so deep into her cunt.

  ~ * ~

  Ealaín

  The werespider's webbing hit me. I gasped, stumbling back at the force of the sticky substance slamming into my arms. I hit the wall behind me with a grunt. My head smacked the wall. I groaned, shaking my head and...

  My arms were pinned over my head, outstretched, my war ax webbed tight in my hand. I groaned, looking up at the sticky strands spread over my body that had attached me to the wall. More strands hissed from the werespider's spinnerets, two of her legs guiding the strings. They painted across my body, chaining me in place with my legs spread wide.

  “Rithi's perfect cunt,” I hissed, my heart pounding.

  The werespider's mandibles clicked, her faceted eyes staring at me. The revulsion I felt turned into panic. I bucked and pulled at the silk, but they held me like made of steel. I strained and gasped as the werespider came closer and closer.

  “Sven!” I screamed as her knife-like legs stabbed into the wall on either side of my head. She leaned closer and closer, glass eyes staring at me. “Sven! Where are you?”

  “I can taste your fear,” she said. “It's so sweet. People think fear tastes sour, but they're so wrong. It's the sweetest thing you can ever enjoy. But there are other ways to spice the meat, too.”

  Her body flowed; her mandibles pulled into her mouth. Her eyes became smaller, white scleras appearing, the fractured lenses becoming whole. Breasts blossomed as the waxy chitin vanished into silky skin. The knife-like limbs became her arms, her hands braced beside me, her face inches away. Her body was lush and lithe again, her red hair spilling about a hungry face.

  A strange helplessness fell over me. I should be scared, but seeing her melted back into a female form excited me. The silk binding my body burned. My skin tingled around it. I groaned, the heat gathering down in my pussy. In my nipples. Her hand stroked my face, her digits making me whimper. Her fingers reached my lips, stroking them.

  She licked her own before she kissed me.

  I shuddered, her mouth tasting so sweet. Why was I enjoying this? My pussy clenched. My heart thudded. A foggy lust rose through my body. I whimpered, my flesh undulating as much as I could in the silk.

  I was bound, cocooned, and kissing her back. My tongue thrust into her mouth, loving the heat of her, the taste of her. I whimpered as she stroked my body and played with my flesh. I groaned as her other hand found my large breast, cupping it.

  She broke the kiss and grinned at me as something nudged at my belly, hard and slick.

  “Mmm, do you see what I made with my silk?” Antrevia purred. “You are just so delicious. Are you born of Las like me? Do you feel that heat? That delicious lust that spices meat. It'll make the fear even better.”

  “What?” I gasped then looked down past her round breasts. Thrusting from her crotch was a white shaft, woven of silk into the shape of a... of a dildo. She shifted her hips, bringing it down past my hairless pudenda. It nudged at my inner thigh, my pussy juices leaking out of me. “What is going on? What did you do to me?”

  “I excited you,” she said, her eyes wide. “Mmm, yes, your blood is on fire, isn't it?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, unable to stop myself. The silk... It had an aphrodisiac in it, increasing my ardor, inflaming my lusts.

  The dildo nudged at the entrance to my pussy. I... I wanted it to penetrate me. I wanted that silken shaft fucking my cunt.

  “I'm going to love eating you,” Antrevia purred, her face drifting closer. “But first... First I have to enjoy you. I have to see your face
quiver in ecstasy. I want to see that dead pleasure in your eyes, that knowledge it's the last rapture you're ever going to feel.

  “Isn't that just wonderful?”

  My lusts made thoughts impossible. I had to fight. I couldn't surrender to this bliss. “You should just kill me. Only a fool would indulge in their desires while leaving an enemy alive.”

  “Are you begging for death? That's how you fight for your life? You think that will prolong your existence. You call me a fool?” Her dildo nudged harder at my pussy, my labia spreading around the tip, eager to engulf it. “Mmm, can you hear Gor? He's fucking someone hard. He's enjoying himself. I love watching him take his pleasure in a quivering hole. He's so magnificent to watch.

  “And sometimes... Sometimes I get to enjoy them first. Mmm, before he ruins them. Maybe I should let him enjoy you before I feast.”

  She thrust her dildo into my cunt.

  I gasped at the wave of heat that surged through me. My body welcomed the shaft entering me. Her breasts crushed against mine half-wrapped in her silken bonds. Her mouth claimed mine again, her lips so soft and hot. Her tongue thrust past my lips as her dildo pumped away into me.

  My pussy clenched down on that fake cock. I strained against my bonds, not to escape, but to fuck her back, to enjoy her body. Her nipples caressed mine. My body drank in the delights, savoring the silky friction of her dildo fucking me hard and fast.

  She pumped her hips, skilled at using a fake cock to please a woman. I didn't care about anything now. I surrendered to her lusts, kissing her back with such passion. Flutters of rapture washed out of my pussy with her every thrust.

  She broke the kiss. “Mmm, what are you?”

  “Aoi si,” I moaned. “Daughter of Rithi.”

  “I've never feasted on a demigoddess before,” she purred, slamming that dildo into my juicy cunt. “Mmm, yes, yes, what a meal you'll make.”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned as her mouth nuzzled at my neck, kissing and sucking at it, our breasts crushed tight.

  An orgasm swelled in the core of my body. The fuzzy lust swirled through me, bleeding through my body. My skin drank in that delicious feel of her silk bonds. I undulated my hips, stirring her fake dick around inside of me, wanting to enjoy every bit of that shaft in me.

  Her tongue licked up to my ear. She flicked it. I shuddered and then gasped as she nibbled on it. My eyes fluttered. My pussy clenched down so hard on her dick, increasing the friction. The pleasure. I quivered on the edge of my rapture.

  “You're going to cum on my dildo, aren't you, slut?”

  “So hard!” I moaned, my clit throbbing. Then it thrust forward, expanding against her belly, trapped between us. It throbbed hard as it reached its full girth in moments. My girl-cock ached, the tip building with pleasure.

  “Gods, what is that?” gasped Antrevia. She jerked her breasts back while slamming her dildo deep into my cunt. She stared down. “Las's spurting cock, you have a dick!”

  “I do!” I howled. “I'm also the daughter of Henta!”

  “A hermaphroditic demigoddess!” moaned the werespider in delight. “Yes! I am going to have so much fun with you... Ooh, I can't kill you then. I have to play with this dick.”

  “Yes!” I howled. “Rithi's inspiring beauty!”

  My orgasm exploded.

  My pussy spasmed about the thrusting dildo. My cock spurted. White cum erupted between our dark bodies. Pearly jizz painted our black flesh. I shuddered at the heat splashing the bottom slopes of my breasts and running down my belly. My head swayed. My eyes darted back and forth as such rapture surged through me.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” gasped Antrevia. “Ooh, that's so good. Oh, your cum... Your cum is spraying on my tits. Las's cock, yes!”

  She joined me in rapture. Ecstasy drowned my mind. I thrashed in the embrace of her silken bonds. My pussy writhed about her fake dick, wishing it spurted cum like Sven's. My own cock kept erupting, kept painting us in my passion.

  I shouldn't revel in this. I shouldn't enjoy this. But... but... I wanted to keep cumming. I wanted to stay bound in her web forever.

  Chapter Fifty-One: Merging Souls

  Kora Falk

  I didn't know what to do. My illusions weren't working. The ogre just ignored them to fuck Zanyia. She looked so small and fragile before the hulking abomination as his body reared over her. He thrust so hard into her, fucking her with brutal force. I winced, hugging myself, my pussy clenching in sympathy.

  Zanyia moaned and gasped. She purred and bucked. She was taking the pleasure, providing a final distraction to let us kill the ogre. But what could I do? Ava lay broken. I didn't have a weapon. Where was my step-brother?

  If the monster came in Zanyia, if he bred her, she wouldn't survive the pregnancy. Ogre spawn grow fast. In hours, the brute's offspring would rip out of her belly. No woman survived an ogre's embrace.

  I looked around. I needed a weapon. There was so much wreckage strewn about the boarding house. More walls lay destroyed. The building shuddered. It felt on the verge of collapse. Where was Sven? Ealaín? Where was Aingeal?

  “Rithi, please,” I prayed, my knees buckling. “Someone, I need help!”

  I spotted Ealaín's war hammer lying half-buried by rubble.

  ~ * ~

  Aingeal

  I felt something, someone, calling to me. A voice whispering to me. It was so familiar. I swam through the darkness around me, reaching out towards it. It begged. It pleaded. The voice sounded so desperate for aid. My awareness chased it.

  I entered something broken. Something occupied by... by another entity. I felt it quiver in shock.

  “Aingeal,” the entity whispered to my soul. “Is that you?”

  “Ava?” I gasped as I sank into the vessel the entity occupied. I entered the feyhound's body. I gasped, my awareness spreading through the spirit magic animating his form. The abstract energies of creation that bound the wicker and animated the feyhound before Ava claimed him as a proxy, still lingered.

  They still held the body together.

  “I need help,” Ava said, her voice echoing in my soul. “The ogre's fucking Zanyia and Sven's missing.”

  “What?” I gasped, shuddering to think. The last thing I remembered was darkness covering my sight and...

  Was my body unconscious? Broken? I must have flown into something while flying. Was I injured? Dying?

  “Wait, an ogre?” I asked. I could see through the feyhound's acorn eyes. I looked past broken floors and ruined walls to see a sallow-skinned ogre fucking Zanyia. The brute held her small body in a single, massing grip as he rammed his massive dick into the lamia's pussy. Two other Zanyia's pranced around the ogre, wiggling their asses, but they didn't feel quite real.

  Illusions. Kora's doing.

  “What is going on?” I asked.

  “One of the naga's minions and an ogre found us,” said Ava. “Sven carried my body to safety and he hasn't returned. I think something's attacked him. Kora's trying to distract the ogre and... and... I'm broken. I shouldn't even be in the proxy any longer. There's something different about it.”

  “My spirits are holding it together,” I answered her. “This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be in here. I'm not an imbuer.”

  “I know,” Ava said. “I don't get it either. Does that matter right now. Can you do anything?”

  “I...” Spirits rose and danced through the world, invisible to anyone who didn't have faerie blood. “I can.”

  I seized a green enhancement spirit, sending it down into our broken body. Purple light burst around the shattered form of the feyhound. Wicker groaned and snapped back into place. Our vessel moved and shifted as more and more enhancement spirits flowed down, eager to help me out, to defend me.

  “Aingeal, yes!” Ava gasped in such delight. “I can move my legs. I can lift our head.”

  I gasped as the feyhound moved, rising on its haunches. I wasn't controlling the flesh, Ava was. But I could see through the senses, feel the body, touch
the spirits in the world. They recognized my awareness.

  What is happening to my body without my soul in it? Nothing bad happens to Ava, but... She's an imbuer.

  I shoved that fear down. I had to focus. Zanyia needed us.

  ~ * ~

  Zizthithana

  The human's cock slammed into me, so thick and stimulating. He fucked me hard as I twisted around him. My body clenched and relaxed about his strong form. Anger surged through me, mixing with my lust, enhancing it.

  He dared to call me a naga-slut!

  “Gods, you have a hot cunt, naga,” he groaned. “Mmm, yes, just so hungry for my cum, aren't you? But you don't get a drop until you orgasm.”

  I wanted to orgasm. I shouldn't. I should just squeeze the life out of him, but that cock... “Las damn it!” I snarled, humping back against him, his face rubbing between my breasts, cheeks covered in stubble. I loved how he rasped on my silky flesh. “You've only bought yourself a reprieve, human. Once my lusts are satiated...”

  “You'll want more!” he promised, then engulfed my nipple.

  He sucked so hard on my nub. My human half quivered, my arms grabbing his shoulders, fingernails biting into his skin. The sucking pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter about his body. His strength felt so delicious against my scales as I undulated and fucked back against his thrusts.

  Balls smacked into my belly scales, full of his cum.

  I wanted his seed spurting into me. What a strong daughter he would father. An heir worthy of ruling an empire. My tongue flicked faster. I would enjoy crushing the life out of him after his seed spilled in me.

  “Yes, yes, human, dump your seed into me. Breed me.”

  “Naga-slut!” he snarled about my nipple.

  I whimpered. I truly was a naga-slut, and I didn't care right now. My body craved his seed. My cunt grew hotter and hotter about him. Such a strong daughter. My fertile pussy drank in the friction of his thrusting cock, fanned by his mouth sucking back and forth from my nipples.