Rogue's Passionate Harem

by Reed James

  “I'm Journeyman Carsina,” she said, throwing a look over her shoulder. “And I mean you're what is incorrectly known as an imbuer.”

  “Incorrectly?” I muttered. “I am an imbuer. A descendant of your God.”

  “That's what the tests shall prove!” She stopped at a crossing branch of the corridor. “Please, please, hurry up, Masterwork Craft.”

  “You heard her,” Sven said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Let's hurry up, Masterwork Craft.”

  I glared daggers at him.

  He just smiled before planting a kiss on my mouth. I shuddered, the feel of his lips sending a hot ripple through me. Then I groaned as he guided me forward, the rest of our family following along behind him.

  “Why do you say 'incorrectly' called an imbuer?” I demanded as we followed Journeyman Carsina around the corner.

  “Because it's such an imprecise term. You don't imbue, you empower.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “Inside your soul is energy, a potential to do work and move crafted objects. Because you are the epitome of a human, perfected by Krab in your ancestor's womb, you can empower objects manufactured by skilled artisans.”

  I blinked at that. Empower? “I inhabit them, imbuing them with my soul.”

  “That's only one way you can empower, Masterwork Craft,” the journeyman said. She reached a door. “Here we are, my workshop. We can test you and make sure that you're really one of Krab's perfect creations. I may be wrong. I am not yet a master. I am still learning my skill, though the esotericism is the specialization of this temple.”

  She opened the wooden door and stepped inside. Sven didn't give me much choice. I bristled. Tests to prove I was a descendant of Krab? I wished we brought the feyhound. Then I'd show this annoying girl. I would imbue the feyhound and show her my prowess. I'd mount her and fuck her and make her explode on my wooden cock.

  That would show her.

  The workshop was a cluttered affair. There were several rough tables and workbenches scattered throughout the room. A variety of dildos in various shapes and styles covered one table, all in different stages of shaping, some rough phalli, others nearly polished smooth. Tools for woodworking, hanging from hooks, covered one wall. Everything looked precisely in place. There was a wooden man, joints articulated, lying slumped in the corner, somehow propped up. Other objects of metal or wood or pottery adorned shelves. While another shelf was covered in finished dildos, a few made of different materials, smooth metal and polished crystal, but most were wood.

  “I see what you are passionate in creating, Journeyman Carsina,” Sven said, glancing at the toys. “You appear to have such a passion for them.”

  “Oh, I do,” she said, a big grin growing on her face. “I have personally tried out each one. They bring in a fair amount of donations to our temple. It is hard to make money when you work for a master specializing in the esoteric. There is not much of a market for those items, but those skills are important to maintain.

  “However, the simple carpentry to carve dildos is something that any tyro can perform, let alone a journeyman like myself.”

  What was a tyro?

  “Of course,” Kora said, drifting to the sex toys. “You have some interesting ideas. These ridges must feel... stimulating.” She stroked a wooden dildo carved with ridges banding down the shaft.

  “Yes, they do,” Carsina said, her eyes growing soft behind her spectacles.

  “Okay, you dragged us in here,” I said, “when we came for answers. So...”

  “Right, right, the tests,” the girl said. “Ooh, this is so exciting to meet an imbuer. It is why I came to work with Master Theophil. The bloodlines of Krab are concentrated in Zeutch. So, let's see if you can power these.” She grabbed a pair of crystalline dildos, both a deep blue. She shoved one at me and said, “Put this in your pussy. They are a linked pair, both carved from the same crystal formation and share the same vibration harmony.”

  “My pussy?” I asked.

  “Where else do you put a dildo?” she asked.

  “Your asshole?” suggested Aingeal.

  The journeyman glanced at the faerie, no longer hiding herself with invisibility, and blinked. “Oh, my, I didn't notice you. You're striking.”

  “I am,” Aingeal said, running a hand through her pink hair.

  “Why am I doing this?” I demanded, clutching the cool, smooth surface of the dildo.

  The journeyman, unlacing the tight, leather britches she wore, gave me a smile, “Why, testing if you are a Masterwork Craft. You can empower them with your potential energy. If you are what you mistakenly call an imbuer, you should feel the crystalline structure calling to you.”

  I frowned, glancing at the dildo. It did feel... similar to a proxy. I could feel my soul wanting to slide into it. But surly I couldn't inhabit a dildo. I mean, what could I do if I did imbue it? It didn't have limbs for me to direct or eyes for me to see out of.

  The journeyman wiggled her leather pants down her bluish thighs. They had such a pale hue to them, her skin impregnated by the soft hue. Her bright bush almost glowed compared to her skin, the contrast of her coloring striking. She brought the dildo, a much darker shade of blue, and nuzzled it up her thigh to her bush.

  She groaned as she shoved it into herself.

  “Go on, Masterwork Craft,” she purred, her voice growing husky. She stood right before me, her ruby eyes smoldering. “Slide it into your pussy and power it.”

  I shivered at the intensity in her eyes. “Greta, lift my skirt.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” my bedmaid said. She no longer called me Your Highness, but adopted the same title the other sex slaves used. She... enjoyed her new role.

  The busty girl pressed into me from behind and lifted my blue skirt up my pale thighs. She exposed my strawberry-blonde bush, a few drops of excitement beading my curls. I felt a heat growing in me as I clutched the dildo. I shivered then jammed the crystalline dick into my cunt.

  I groaned as the smooth, cool shaft slid into me. The contrast of its temperature against my hot flesh made my cunt squeeze down on it. I pressed it as deep as I could, my eyes fluttering. Journeyman Carsina moved closer to me, her face filling up my vision, the lenses of her spectacles magnifying her ruby eyes.

  “Power it, Masterwork Craft,” she purred.

  I shuddered, my soul quivering. I slipped it into the dildo and—

  It hummed to life inside of me. My awareness didn't slip into it, but I still was activating it. I made it buzz inside of me, the crystalline structure resonating inside of me. It stimulated my pussy in ways I never experienced. My snatch squeezed down on it, drinking in the pleasure.

  “Oh, Gods,” I gasped at the sensation.

  “You are one,” the girl gasped, her arms snaking around my neck. “They're linked. Mine is vibrating inside of me. Ooh, yes, yes, do you feel that resonance stirring your cunt up?”

  “I do!” I whimpered, drinking in the teasing delight.

  Could I control it? Could I make it hum faster? Harder?

  I pushed more of my soul into it and... I groaned. The dildo buzzed with more energy. It stimulated my cunt. My hips swayed from side to side. I groaned and whimpered, the pleasure surging through me. Ripples of delight washed through my body and caressed my mind.

  Carsina moaned with me. She pulled me closer. Her lips were hot on mine, soft and nibbling. I shuddered against her, moaning into her mouth. Pleasure rippled through me, sending my hands sliding around her hips. I found her naked rump, squeezing her ass as the dildo buzzed through my body.

  It was incredible. I could vary the buzzing in my cunt. I shivered against her, my tongue thrusting into her mouth as my fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. I wiggled my hips, groaning, moaning, gasping as the dildo churned away inside of me.

  “Ooh, Mistress, you're getting so naughty,” Greta purred as she pressed into me from behind. I felt her breasts, separated by our dresses, pressing into my back. I groaned as her hands found my r
ump. “I can hear it buzzing.”

  “Yeah,” Kora said, something like awe or jealousy, maybe inbetween the two emotions, thickening her voice. “Rithi's inspiring gaze, that sounds so naughty.”

  It was so naughty.

  I kissed Carsina so hard, my tongue dancing through her mouth, caressing her. The dildo buzzed faster and faster in my pussy, my soul increasing the vibration inside of me. Inside of us. It was so hot. I was making us feel amazing, sending waves of delight surging through our bodies.

  My pleasure built inside of me, stimulated by this amazing toy. My soul powered it, giving me such delight. I squeezed her rump so hard, kneading her ass as we pressed our bodies tight. I felt her breasts against my nipples throbbing against the linen of my dress.

  “Mmm, let me just give you that last little bit to send you over the edge,” purred Greta.

  I shivered as she slid down my body. She kept my skirt bunched around my waist. She still clenched my butt-cheeks. She kneaded them, massaging my rump with her naughty fingers. She parted them, exposing my asshole. I felt her breath washing over it as she pressed her face into my ass-crack.

  I groaned as her tongue fluttered against my sphincter. She rimmed me, swirling her tongue about my asshole. That naughty delight melted into the buzzing delight stirring up my cunt. Juices ran down my thighs as I groaned against Carsina's mouth. Greta teased me, her tongue dancing against my backdoor.

  Then she jammed her tongue deep into my asshole.

  I broke the kiss and groaned, “Greta! You naughty slut!”

  “She is, Mistress,” Zanyia purred. “Ooh, licking your asshole! Just worshiping you.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as Greta's tongue wiggled as deep as she could reach into my bowels.

  My pussy clenched down on the humming dildo. I shuddered, her fluttering adding that last delight to bring me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes shut, the buzzing stimulating my cunt. I whimpered, hovering on the edge of my orgasm.

  “Slata's hairy cunt!” I moaned as the pleasure burst inside of me.

  My pussy spasmed about the dildo. Juices gushed out around the crystalline shaft. It flooded down my thighs. It spilled hot across my flesh. I whimpered, staring into Carsina's ruby eyes. Stars danced through my vision. It sent waves of delight rippling through my body. They inundated my mind over and over.

  “Can you feel Krab's exquisite craftsmanship?” moaned Carsina.

  “Yes!” I howled, the pleasure slamming into my thoughts, drowning me in rapture. Dizzy exhilaration rushed through me. My asshole clenched down on my bedmaid's probing tongue. “It's so amazing.”

  “I know!” She leaned forward. “Krab's skillful hands!”

  She kissed me again, moaning into my lips. Her body trembled against mine. She joined me in orgasming rapture. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, her hands moving to my shoulders. She gripped me, fingers digging into my dress.

  I sent the vibrators buzzing as fast as they could. The pleasure surged through us. New waves of ecstasy washed out of my stimulated pussy. I whimpered into the kiss, giving us both such rapture, driving us wild with delight.

  I savored it.

  I held onto it until my pussy ached. The stimulation grew too much. The vibrations surged through me. My pussy squeezed down so hard on the dildo. My asshole dripped on my bedmaid's fluttering tongue.

  I pulled my soul out of the dildo. I stopped the power.

  Carsina sighed into my mouth. She pulled her lips from mine, her ruby eyes glassy with delight. “Mmm, yes, you are definitely Masterwork Craft.”

  “It was so different,” I groaned. “I didn't inhabit it, just... touched it.”

  “Because it didn't require you to pilot it,” she answered. “It's a simple machine.”

  “Pilot?” I asked, my thoughts reeling from my orgasms.

  “Yes. Is that really all you do?” she asked, shaking her head. “No control? No puppeteering? No attaching?”

  “Attaching?” I asked, frowning. I blinked at that. “What does that mean?”

  “Yes, attaching.” Carsina took a step back from me, her movement hampered by her leather pants bunched around her ankles. She pulled the dildo from her cunt, her juices staining the crystal. She looked around and said, “You, lamia, come here since you're already naked.”

  “Master?” asked Zanyia, interrupting her low purring.

  “Do it,” Sven ordered. I could hear the curiosity in his voice.

  The lamia scampered up to Carsina, the lamia's tawny cat-ears twitching. Her small breasts jiggled as she rose up on her two legs, stretching her lithe body. Her tail swished back and forth as her body quivered.

  Carsina shoved the base of the dildo against Zanyia's groin right at her clit. The catgirl's tail went rigid. She let out a purr of delight, a toothy smile crossing her lips. The journeyman stared at me and said, “Now attach it. Meld it to her.”

  I frowned and touched the dildo, my pussy squeezing down on the one in my pussy. My soul quivered, feeling the crystalline structure of the dildo aching to... to flow. To attach to something else. To Zanyia. I pushed it forward and—

  “Las's fertile cum!” gasped the lamia, her eyes widened.

  Chapter Eight: Attaching Delight

  Zanyia

  I felt the dildo thrusting from me. It now no longer was held there but... but was a part of me. It merged into my clitoris. I groaned as Carsina's hand stroked up the pussy-slicked shaft while Ava's palm rubbed at the tip. My cunt clenched, drinking in the delight.

  “Mistress gave me a cock!” I moaned, my lusts surging through me. “This is awesome!”

  “I did,” Ava said, her hand letting go of my cock. I stared at her, her skirt still bunched over her waist, Greta kneeling behind her. She had licked Ava's asshole.

  Lubed Ava's asshole.

  “You have to feel what you gave me!” I gasped, my excitement compelling me to spring.

  The princess gasped as I pressed her down over the workbench. The dildo arched before me. I had to use it. I had to plunge it into her and make her feel so good with it. My entire body shuddered and ached to do this.

  I nuzzled the end of the sex toy between her butt-cheeks. I pressed it against her quivering asshole. I could feel the puckered texture of her backdoor. My eyes widened at the sheer delight of this. I had a cock, if only temporarily.

  This was the same joy Ava experienced when she inhabited the feyhound. The same delight Master experienced when he fucked his women. When he fucked me. My gaze shot to Sven, his blue eyes hungry. Nathalie sucked on his cock, her braided pigtails clutched in his hand.

  I thrust forward.

  “Gods, you naughty sex slave!” my princess-Mistress groaned as I sank into her bowels.

  I purred in delight at the hot feel of her velvety sheath engulfing my new appendage. My crystalline dick, an extension of my sensitive clit, drank in the hot caress of her bowels. My purr swelled in my throat as I probed deeper and deeper into her rectum until my tawny bush pressed against her rump.

  It was incredible. Her bowels clenched about my stone-dick, making my pussy ache in sympathetic delight. Juices dribbled down my thighs. My tail swished back and forth and my ears twitched with the pleasure coursing through me.

  I whimpered and slammed my hips forward again. I buried into her asshole, delighting in the feel of her bowels engulfing my dick. It was so amazing. I yowled out in delight, my crotch smacking into her rump as I fucked her over and over.

  “Ooh, you are going to be spanked so hard for this,” Ava groaned. She threw a glance over her shoulder, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing about her features. “You naughty sex slave!”

  “Sorry, Mistress!” I yowled. “I couldn't help it. It feels so amazing! It's worth being spanked!”

  “Ooh, yes, yes, you have to spank that cute tush,” Kora moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side.

  “Allow me, radiant,” purred Ealaín.

  Her armor clinked as she fell to her knees to attend to Sve
n's sister, the aoi si opening Kora's pink robes. I gave Kora a toothy grin as she shuddered in delight, her hands clenching into the hermaphrodite's pure-white hair.

  “Greta, get over here and eat my snatch,” Aingeal moaned. “This is getting too hot.”

  “Yes, Mistress!” my busty fellow sex slave moaned. She scampered at a half-crawl, her skirts swishing about her thighs, and threw herself at the faerie, burying her face into a hairless snatch.

  I loved the pleasure I inspired in my family. My hips pumped so hard, reaming Ava's asshole. It was so worth being spanked for this naughty act. I would welcome the princess's hand falling on my rump with such glee.

  My small breasts jiggled before me as I thrust so hard. The friction burned around my stone-cock, the velvety delight surging down to my pussy. My cunt drank it in, growing juicier and juicier by the moment.

  “Oh, Mistress,” I panted. “Your asshole... It's so tight.”

  “Yeah,” groaned Sven. I felt my Master's eyes on me, watching me fuck his betrothed. “Fuck her hard, slave. Make her cum for being such a naughty slut.”

  My purr rumbled so loud. “I will, Master! I'll make her howl.”

  “And this will help,” groaned Ava.

  My stone-cock hummed to life. I gasped, feeling it buzz and quiver. That was different. I pumped easier in and out of her bowels, slamming into her as she let out such a throaty groan of pure bliss. My tail slashed to and fro behind me, cutting through the air with every pump of my hips.

  Ava shuddered, her back arching, her skirt rustling. It was bunched around her hips. She wiggled her body, stirring her bowels around my cock while I knew both her holes were vibrated by the stone dildos.

  It made her asshole feel so amazing about my buzzing dick.

  “Yes, yes, Mistress!” I moaned. “Oh, Gods, this is amazing! Thank you, Krab, for making her!”

  “Uh-huh!” she gasped. “Gods, this buzzing... Carsina, this is amazing! Humming dildos!”

  “The priestesses of Saphique love them,” groaned the journeyman, her hands fingering her pussy now, watching us with glassy eyes, her spectacles slipping down her cute nose.