by Reed James
Such a sweet delight to enjoy.
I reached my audience chamber. I hated the theatrics of it, the throne carved of garnet and set with the griffon of my house, wings spread wide over my head, the beak opened in a snarl of power and authority. But the trappings were important. Perception important.
If people believed you ruled them, it became their reality.
A page rushed out with the gold circlet of Kivoneth on a crimson pillow. He knelt before me, thrusting it up. I took it and settled the band on my forehead. It pinched my temples. I hated wearing it. A throb pulsed through my skull, the start of the headache.
Shevoin swept in wearing his black robes, his face pale. I nodded to the master mage. He took his place at my side, a shiver racing through him. Since Ava's disappearance and the misfortune befalling the war to the east, he looked so wan. Sickly bags drooped beneath his eyes.
“P-princess Ava has been found?” he asked, voice taut.
“Maybe,” I answered and signaled with my hand.
At the far end of the audience hall, before the double doors, a pair of soldiers stood, the only others in the room. They opened the door onto the singularly most unpleasant thing I had ever seen. Superficially, the creature resembled a human, but a strange amalgamation, a monstrosity stitched together from the parts of both male and female. Its flesh bled from one unwieldy part to another, standing tall, muscles strong, tits swinging before it. The thing marched forward with confidence. It shouldn't move with such grace, it should stumble and limp, its body warring against its mismatched parts instead of moving with such harmony.
“What is this... creature, Shevoin?” I said beneath my breath.
“I... I know not, Your Highness.”
“I am the Paragon of Vebrin,” the thing answered. Despite our low words, it had heard us across the audience room.
“Vebrin...?”
“Your Highness, no,” gasped the master mage. His bony hand clenched my shoulder as he staggered. “It's one of the Biomancer's creations.”
My eyes widened. Biomancer Vebrin, dead for centuries, had inflicted the world with his monstrous progeny. My eyes flicked to this thing, realizing it was created out of a dozen different humans, male and female, its face a mix of mannish strength and feminine wiles, lips sensual, brow brooding, cheeks delicate, chin chiseled. A cock swung between its thighs but it lacked balls. Did it have...
I swallowed, a strange lust kindling in my groin.
“I am the Biomancer's goal,” the creature said. “His Paragon.”
I shook my head. Focus. “I do not care about that.”
“You should, Your Highness,” Shevoin hissed. “Give me the word, and I shall incinerate—”
I raised my hand and he bit back his words. I stared at the Paragon. “You claim you know where my daughter is.”
“That is one of the things I bring, Your Highness.”
“What else do you have?”
The shadows in the room undulated. Something spindly and deformed spilled out, its skin waxy and inky, its jaw full of sharp teeth. From between stones oozed something viscous, forming into the shape of a human, its flesh rippling. I recoiled as through a window slithered something serpentine and oily.
“The Biomancer's creations serve me,” she said. “I will give you what I promised Zizthithana. She failed to deliver. I hope you won't.”
“What?” I blinked as a chill wind gusted around the throne, something swirling and resolving out of particles of sand that had blown in through the window, forming into a four-legged beast.
“I will give you access to creatures that shall terrify your enemies. That shall rout their armies. I just need the amulet.”
“Amulet?” I frowned.
“I don't care about anything else,” the Paragon said, her eyes burning with something inhuman, a passion that felt older than the bricks of my castle. “You can deal with those who possess it however you want. Gain me the amulet, and you shall attain the High King's crown, Your Highness.”
“What amulet?” I demanded again.
“That one that's with your daughter,” the Paragon said. “One of her lovers has it.”
“Lovers?” I growled, my stomach clenching.
“The sister of Sven Falk has the amulet. Your daughter fled to her betrothed.” The Paragon loomed before me. “She's in Az. Rip the amulet from Kora Falk's throat, do with your daughter's lovers however you wish, and deliver my price to me. Then you shall have all you need.” She looked around at the creatures in the room. “As a token, you may have these. They will serve you as if you were the Biomancer.”
Sven Falk... Heat boiled through me. My daughter fled back to him! “We have a deal, Paragon.”
The END of Book Two of the Rogue's Harem
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Glossary
Gods
Pater: Father of the Gods, married to Slata. Through her, the dual-sexed races were born. Through his numerous affairs, he has birthed many gods, demigods, and heroes of renown, including the long dead High King Peter.
Matar: First goddess and former wife of Pater. She created her own cock and impregnated herself, birthing the five hermaphroditic races.
Slata: Mother of the Gods, married to Pater. Mother of many of the gods, demigods, and the dual-sexed races.
Saphique: The Virgin Goddess, patron of maidens and lesbians.
Seljan: The God of Commerce.
Rithi: The Goddess of Art. Her priests and preistess are known as Radiants.
Krab: The God of Craftsmen.
Biaute: The Goddess of Beauty.
Dauthaz: The God of Death.
Cernere: The Goddess of Thief.
Cnawen: The God of Knowledge.
Firmare: The Goddess of Farm.
Luben: The God of Love.
Iustia: The Goddess of Justice.
Las: The God of Lust, father of many monsters and the single-sexed races.
Lagu: The Goddess of Law.
Gewin: The God of War.
Illth: The Goddess of Illness.
Throwia: The Goddess of Suffering.
Henta: The Goddess of Hunting.
Vedr: The Goddess of Weather
Miscellaneous
The Altar of Souls: An ancient artifact believed to be used by the God Krab to forge powerful artifacts, including the High King's own sword.
Aoi Si: A race of hermaphrodite demigoddess born to the Goddess Rithi after her affair with Matar. They serve as muses and protectors to artists that Rithi wishes to cultivate. They have black skin and white hair and are capable of transforming their clitorides into fully functional dicks.
Biomancer: A mage who is well versed in life magic. A line of research outlawed by the Magery Council. Biomancer Vebrin is the most famous, responsible for creating many monsters.
Biomancer Vebrin: The most infamous warlock in the world. He died centuries before High King Peter. Through his magic, based out of his labs at Drakin Castle in the Haunted Forest, he created many of the monsters which plague the world. He died under mysterious circumstances.
Faerie: A race of demigods birthed of Las and Cernere. They have great command over spirits, using them to create powerful magical effects. They created their own world, another dimension, that they live in. They have butterfly-like wings and colorful hair.
High King Peter: The demigod son of Pater and a human woman. Gifted a powerful sword capable of slaying a dragon by his divine father, High King Peter conquered most of the western world and founded an empire. With the aid of his two wives, Queen Aria and Queen Rose, he ruled for decades. But the Goddess Slata, jealous of all her husband's bastards, cursed him, ensuring all his sons died. Only his daughter, Lily, survived but she and
her descendants would only have daughters so none of his blood could ever rule again. After his death, his sword was shattered into five pieces and hidden throughout the world.
The High Kingdom of Hamilten: Founded a thousand years ago by Peter, the demigod son of the God Pater. He united the western kingdoms around the Nimborgoth into a unified which sadly did not survive his death thanks to the Goddess Slata's meddling.
Human: A dual-sexed race that dominates much of the world.
Lamia: A single-sex, all female race of petite humans with cat-like features including triangular ears, slitted eyes, and a swishing tail. They are playful and prefer going around naked. Many are enslaved by the nagas of the Empire of Shizhuth.
Mage: A practitioner of magic trained to control the five elements. They use a medium, typically sexual fluids, to power their magic. The term mage has become associated specifically with the practitioners trained and associated with the Magery Council of Thosi.
The Magery of Thosi: One of the countries birthed out of the collapse of the High Kingdom of Hamilten when the great High King Peter died without any living heir. Unlike the others, it is ruled by the Magery Council of the Collegiate Tower instead of a hereditary monarchy. Thosian humans have pale skin and light-brown to dark-brown hair.
Naga: A single-sex, all-female race that possess the lower bodies of a serpent. They mate with humans to produce daughters. The nagas of Shizhuth have founded a dark empire. They are capable of shadowmancing and teaching it to their human favorites.
The Shahdom of Shizhuth: A country to the east of the Strifelands separated from the western nations by the Despeir Mountains. This land is ruled over by the nagas. Shizhuthian humans are characterized by dusky skin and dark hair.
The Strifelands of Zeutch: A country left in the ruins of the collapse of the High Kingdom of Hamilten when the great High King Peter died without any living heir. The various princes have been warring for two hundred years for the title of Kaiser. Zeutchian humans are characterized by pale skin and blonde hair.
The University of Az: The premier institution of knowledge in all manner of arenas from scholarly to the martial. The Dueling College and the Bardic College number among the most famous of its many institutions.
Sneak Preview of “The Acolyte's Passion”
Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.
“Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother's fiery hair, but my father's blue eyes.
“I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.
“I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.
“But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.
My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.
I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.
And it was time for him to eat my pussy.
I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You're going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”
“Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.
My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.
I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.
“That's it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don't miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”
My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.
Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.
“Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I'm gonna drown you!”
His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides squirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.
“That's it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”
My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin's hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires' eyes envious of my lover's cunnilingus prowess.
“Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.
Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.
I gripped Kevin's hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.
My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.
I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.
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