by Reed James
Kora nodded her head as she swung up onto her gray mare. I mounted Delicate, my white mare with black socks. She gave me a friendly nicker as I adjusted myself, sitting side-saddle on her with all the refined grace of a lady.
“This is different,” Greta said as she sat astride Prancer, a gelding with a cinnamon coat. Since she wore her armor, she was sitting astride it like a man. She shifted, her eyes blinking, spots of color blossoming on her cheeks. “Ooh, this is soooo different.”
“Only nice part about riding a horse,” Zanyia said as she scrambled up on to the back of Sven's roan stallion. She hugged him tight, her tail swishing behind her. “The saddle feels good on your pussy.”
Carsina nodded her head as she mounted her piebald mare. “That is... nice.”
“This is all going to be over soon,” Greta said, smiling at me.
“Yeah,” Sven said, his words hard. He heeled his mount forward.
Ealaín, sitting tall on a black stallion, joined him. She looked as resolute as Sven, the pair both ready to face the challenges to come and see our quest completed. I flicked Delicate's reins and she trotted after them.
This would all be over soon.
~ * ~
Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I drifted through pain. Agony tortured my body. I felt it growing, changing, modifying. The ten-legged beetle sank tendrils through my flesh, writhing sinews that wrapped about my bones and impregnated my muscles. It made me stronger, enhanced my strength.
I howled until my voice became a hoarse rasp.
My eyes stared sightless ahead. The world around me vanished into the pain afflicting my body. It was never-ending. A universe of agony embraced me like a lover. A mother. It brought me into a new world, birthed through torture.
And then it ended.
I lay gasping on my bed. When did I get here? I didn't remember moving. I raised my hand and studied it. My pale skin was gone. In its place was waxy-gray flesh, shiny in a way skin never could be. I flexed my fingers, feeling them stiff with the leathery hardness of my new exterior. Corded muscles tensed about my body, brimming with so much potential energy.
A servant gasped as I rose. I threw off the sheets, standing naked, my chest made of banded segments, the ten-legged beetle merged into the heart. I flexed toes and worked my jaw. My stomach rumbled, hungering for flesh.
“You survived,” Shevoin said, rising from a chair as the serving woman fled the room. “I wasn't certain. I had to use life magic to guide the transformation.”
“Did you do this?” I asked, curling my chitinous hand into a fist.
“That... that is the work of the Biomancer. The skill of his magic leaves me in awe. Fearful awe. The way it triggered through you, changed you... He set his spell upon that beetle centuries ago, and it still had such potency. But it's evil. Foul.”
“It's beautiful,” the Paragon rumbled, that mix of feminine and masculine in a single voice. She stood in the shadows of the hall peering in. “You have the strength to prevail now, Prince Meinard.”
“You made me into a monster,” I said even as I realized I didn't care. She was right. I'd crush those basterds this time.
“When Father returns, he will be thankful for your help. You will have his assistance in your ambition.” A smile crossed her misshapen face, almost ecstatic. “After all, he loves his children.
“Especially the King.”
I shuddered at my name. The King. Powerful. Built to rule, to control. I nodded my head.
“We must go to the Altar of Souls,” the Paragon said. “We have lost two days waiting for your metamorphosis. Sven and his women journey there already.”
Chapter Thirty-Four: Evening Camp
Zanyia – Southern Forest Road, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I glanced at the forest's edge that started fifty feet from the road. An owl's hoot drifted out of the dark trees. Twilight beset the world. My tail swished. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana's assassin.
Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga's assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!
I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master's sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new one. It was our second day camping since we left Az, heading east, following Princess Ava as she guided us towards the Altar of Souls.
We were getting closer to destroying the dumb amulet and freeing Mistress Kora from the foul Biomancer's presence.
I padded over to the sex slaves. Carsina frowned at Nathalie and Greta as the pair were unpacking the food and preparing the stew we'd have for dinner. The priestess of Krab furrowed her bluish brow, her bright-red hair tumbling about her cheeks. She just had such a great bit of coloring, so exotic. There was an entire nation of people who looked like her.
Did that mean pale-skinned, blonde women like Greta, Nathalie, and Mistress Kora were exotic in Carsina's country?
My tail swished as I hugged Carsina from behind. I pressed my near-naked body against her. I wore the leather straps of my magical armor, which I loved even if it meant covering up my naked body and not showing off all my nubile beauty.
“We have to do the cooking every time,” I said, rubbing my cheek against Carsina's. My left ear brushed her hair, making my ear twitch. “So you better be paying attention.”
“Okay,” Carsina said. She shifted from side to side. She glanced across the fire where our owners, and spouses—which always made me shiver in delight when I remembered I was married to my Master—writhed in passion.
Aingeal's pink butterfly wings fluttered, almost like her wings were used to lift her pussy up and down Sven's cock as she rode him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she gasped and moaned. Her pink hair danced around her shoulders. Ava bounced on Ealaín's cock, my Princess-Mistress's small tits jiggling. She faced away from the aoi si, letting Ealaín enjoy the sight of her cute ass. Between the two couples, Kora danced and swayed to music only she could hear, her pale, tattooed body swaying in such a beautiful way.
The ruby amulet flashed between her round breasts.
The owl's hoot snapped me out of my contemplation of Mistress Kora's beauty, her hips swaying from side to side, her eyes closed as she lost herself to her dance, making such beautiful art. My pussy grew so wet. I wiggled against Carsina's back more as I wrenched my gaze away.
“So pay attention, Carsina,” I said as Nathalie and Greta dumped the food into the stew. “What they're making will be hearty and yummy.”
My stomach growled.
“And that's important after a long day of riding,” I added.
Carsina groaned. “I never want to ride a horse again. It's terrible.”
“Told you,” I said.
“You get used to it,” Greta said. “Mostly.”
Mistress Kora's dance drew my attention again. My nipples hardened against the leather strap of my armor, tingling and throbbing. Little zaps of lightning shot down to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling my silky hairs while my tail wiggled faster.
“So, you see how to do it?” I asked. “Because tomorrow night, you're going to help.”
“Are you going to help tomorrow night?” Nathalie asked, glancing at me.
I grinned at her. “I help every night!”
Nathalie arched a narrow, blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was maturing so fast, growing so confident in Master's harem. She had blossomed. That blushing, eighteen-year-old virgin was devoured by the naughty sex slave before me. She had doffed her fiery armor, looking comfortable being naked before the fire as we camped off the road.
“I do,” I said. “I gave you all such support and love. Like this.”
Carsina gasped as I pulled her down onto her back. Her round breasts jiggled. She had stripped na
ked, too, like a good sex slave. She had dark-red nipples, looking like two ruby gems, thrusting from the sapphire hue of her tits. She was just so gorgeous. She gasped on her back. She squirmed on the ground, her body shifting from side to side.
I threw my leg over her head. I lowered my pussy down to her mouth, my tail thrusting over her body. The newest sex slave gasped as I placed my furred muff right over her face. I looked over my shoulder at the fire where Greta and Nathalie both stared at me.
“See, I'm helping by giving you entertainment while you work,” I said, then gave them a giant grin. My ears fluttered as Carsina's tongue fluttered through my pussy lips. She licked me, drinking up my juices.
“You are incorrigible, Zanyia,” Greta said, shaking her head, her large breasts swaying before her.
Nathalie rolled her eyes. “You just want to have Carsina lick your pussy.”
“Don't you want that?” I asked, grinding my pussy on Carsina's hungry mouth. Her tongue fluttered through my snatch.
Nathalie giggled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, entertain us.”
“I will!” I proclaimed, my tail swishing back and forth, swiping across Carsina's breasts.
My furry tail caressed her tits and hard nipples. She moaned into my snatch. Her tongue jammed into my pussy, swirling around. I shuddered, my ears twitching. A purr rose in my throat, a great, rumbling delight.
Carsina grasped my rump. She squeezed my butt-cheeks as she feasted on me. Her tongue stirring through my cunt sent delight rippling through my body. I quivered. My hands grasped my breasts. I squeezed them, my fingers digging into my flesh as my tail caressed her body. I massaged her tits and her stomach, brushing her bush.
Her head moved as she licked me. The wire rims of her glasses brushed my inner thighs. Her tongue danced through my folds. My fingers dug into my tits. I whimpered as my tail pressed between her thighs.
I found her wet pussy adorned by her bright bush.
“Zanyia!” Carsina moaned into my snatch. She fluttered her tongue through my folds, brushing my clit. “Ooh, that feels so naughty.”
“I know!” I said, rubbing my tail up and down her pussy's outside, teasing her with my bristling tail hair.
Her fingers dug and kneaded into my rump, her tongue flailing faster and faster through my pussy. Her excitement swelled as I massaged her clit. Her juices coated my tail. I loved it. We were both sharing such wondrous pleasure.
We were brought together by our Master. It was an amazing delight. My back arched, my purr swelling in volume. Just thinking that swelled the pleasure through my snatch. My orgasm built and built as her tongue fluttered through me.
“Ooh, Carsina, that's so good,” I groaned, my tail flexing and swaying as I caressed her pussy. “We're going to cum!”
“Yes!” Carsina moaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling my snatch tight against her hungry mouth.
Her tongue jammed deep into my cunt. She swirled it around through my depths. Teasing flutters rippled through me. My tail rubbed her cunt faster and faster, her juices soaking my fur. My pleasure grew and grew.
“I'm going to drown you in juices,” I whimpered, my ears twitching. “Ooh, Carsina, lick me right there. You're so naughty.”
Carsina fluttered her tongue against my nub. She drummed her tongue against my little bud. Every caress sent sparks of pleasure through me. I ground my cunt on her hungry mouth as she drove me towards my orgasm.
My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure tensed my entire body. I let out just a low, rumbling purr as my orgasm burst inside of me. My cunt convulsed. My juices gushed out of me. They squirted into her mouth as the rapture rushed through my body.
My tail twitched and shuddered, grinding against her snatch as I yowled out in delight: “Las's yummy cum!”
Carsina moaned into my snatch. Her juices flooded around my tail. Her passion sounded so sweet as she joined me in rapture. My small tits jiggled in my groping hands as I writhed atop her. Stars burst across my mind as they danced through my thoughts.
“So good!” I groaned as my pussy convulsed, sending bliss through my body. “Oh, Carsina, you're so delicious. Gods, I love riding your face.”
She whimpered into my snatch. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, gathering up my juices, keeping my pleasure flowing through my body for a little bit longer. I drank it in. I savored it. I loved the newest member of the harem.
Then I rolled off of her. I fell down on my back. I gasped and shuddered, staring up at the purple sky, stars twinkling out to celebrate my pleasure. I smiled at them, my body twitching. The owl hooted, almost like it, too, was happy that I had such an amazing delight.
Carsina sat up, frowning across the fire, her face drenched in my juices. I arched my head, seeing Aingeal's back and wings as she rode master, the woods dark beyond her. I bet she wanted to be Aingeal, riding that amazing cock.
“Sven!” Aingeal moaned out in orgasmic delight.
~ * ~
Kora Falk
My body moved to the music echoing through my mind: my naked body swayed, my hips undulating. My breasts jiggled as I held my arms above my head, my fingers half-curled. My bare feet moved on the trampled grass, the soft curls caressing my toes as my body became living art.
“Oh, that's so hot to watch, sister dear,” Sven said while Ava and Aingeal fell into a sixty-nine, both eager to lick each other's pussy clean. Aingeal ended on her back, her pink wings, outlined by black markings, spread out on the ground around her. She wiggled her body, large tits piling into two lush mounds.
Then Ava threw herself on Aingeal, straddling the faerie's face and then burying her head between Aingeal's thighs.
“Just so inspiring,” Sven continued, my step-brother staring up at me with his blue eyes. They reflected back the firelight as he grinned at me. Firelight painted across his muscular chest.
“Mmm, wanting to get your dick wet again?” I asked him, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I felt a bead dribble down my thigh as I danced. I turned, swaying my ass at my brother, watching him over my shoulder as I felt his gaze on my rump. “Need another cunt sliding up and down your dick?”
“Could it be my cunt, Master?” Carsina asked as she scampered around the fire, her face coated in Zanyia's pussy juices. She stepped over the sixty-nining Ava and Aingeal to fall to her knees before Sven. She grasped his thighs, her round breasts bouncing. Such need shone on her bluish face, her bright-red hair tumbling in mused curls about her eager features. “Please, please, Master!”
“Mmm, I don't know,” Sven said, staring at her, a teasing smile on his lips. “What do you think, sister dear? Should I let her ride my dick?”
“She's so eager for it, brother mine,” I said, amusement thick in my voice.
“I am!” Carsina said, staring up at me, her round breasts swaying before me. Her ruby eyes shone through the lenses of her glasses. “Please, Master, I'll make you feel so good with my pussy.”
My pussy clenched as I whirled around, the amulet bouncing between my tits. I had a hot cunt. And her pleading was just so cute. I shuffled my feet closer to my brother then straddled his face. I felt his eyes staring up at my shaved pussy. My hands slid across my thighs, caressing my smooth skin as I stared at her.
“What do you think, sister dear?” Sven said, his hands grabbing my calves. “Want to watch her ride my cock?”
“I don't know...” I said. “She is a passionate slave, but... Has she earned it, brother mine?”
“Good point.”
“Please, please, it's important,” Carsina said.
“Well, why don't you show me how important it is,” Sven said, his voice thick with amused passion. “Lick my cock clean of all Aingeal's pussy juices.”
For a moment, annoyance flashed across Carsina’s face, her eyes flicking up. She licked her lips then nodded her head, “Yes, Master.”
She was still adjusting to being a sex slave. She didn't have to be, though Zanyia talked her into it. She could have come with us and h
elped get vengeance for her teacher's death. But she'd agreed to serve, and she had to understand what that meant.
She ducked her head down, grasping his wet cock. Her pink tongue slid up his shaft, gathering Aingeal's juices off of his girth. Sven groaned as her tongue reached the pinnacle. She flicked around the spongy crown. Then her lips nuzzled on his tip. She engulfed the tip, sucking hard.
Sven groaned. My brother's hands tightened on my calves. An excited bit of lust shot through me. My cunt was on fire. It ached and throbbed, begging to be pleased by my brother. A new form of dancing shot through my mind.
I sat on my step-brother's mouth.
I shuddered at the rough feel of my brother's stubble on my pussy lips. An taboo rush shot through me. I whimpered as his thick tongue shot through me. It was incredible. He was just such a treat and my husband now.
All my dreams had come true.
I grinned at Carsina as she bobbed her mouth up and down his dick. Her lips sealed tight, cleaning up Aingeal's juices. She moaned as she worked her mouth, making my brother groan into my snatch. His tongue flicked and lapped, caressing my folds.
He knew just where to touch me. To inspire my dance. I felt Ealaín's eyes on me, watching as I wiggled my hips, grinding my shaved vulva on my brother's stubbly cheeks and lips. It was just such a wondrous experience. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me.
“Ooh, brother mine, yes!” I whimpered, staring down at Carsina. Her ruby eyes flicked up and down, moving, following something.
My tits.
“You like watching my tits bounce while you suck my brother-husband's cock?” I asked. Brother-husband! I loved thinking that. Sven and I would be together forever, united with our wondrous family. “Huh? You like that while sucking on his cock, slut?”
Carsina moaned, her bluish cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
“I think she likes it, sister dear,” groaned Sven into my snatch. “Gods, she's sucking hard. Just so eager for it.”
“She wants to make you cum, brother mine,” I moaned, dancing on his face.
“Yes, she does,” Ealaín purred, her hand stroking her ebony dick wet with Ava's pussy juices.