by Reed James
His heavy balls slapped into my clit. His cock slammed into my depths. He pounded me with ferocity. It was primal and wonderful. I shuddered as my fingers tore into the turf. My head threw back as my tits bounced beneath me.
He leaned over me as he fucked me, his hand pulling on my red hair. His strong body draped over me as his other hand reached down beneath my belly and found my clit. I gasped as he rubbed my sensitive nub.
My pussy clenched on his thick dick.
“That's it, whore,” he growled into my ear as he pounded me. “Work that slutty hole on my dick. You love it. You're just a slut. You've been dying to feel this cock in you ever since you met me. Every human woman is a whore for my dick.”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“They all panted after it, each wanting to be stretched out by my mighty cock.”
“So good,” I gasped, his heavy balls thwacking my clit, full of his cum. “Flood me. Do it. I want to feel your cum boiling into me. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”
Thrak buried into me. He growled something in a harsh language as his cum boiled out. I shuddered one last time, a final orgasm rippling through my body as his cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, my arms collapsing, my face resting on the grass as my pussy milked his cock.
“Damn, that was great,” I panted.
“We're not done,” he growled. “You have stirred me, woman. I need to fuck you more.”
I only moaned in delight.
Chapter Sixteen: The Barbarian's Wife
Xerathalasia
“Thrak!” screamed Angela as the orc ate her to an orgasm.
I sat on a hill on the other side of camp, trying to ignore the grunts and moans. A tingle twitched my ears. I rose and turned as a naked woman rose from the ground, her body pierced like an orc. She smiled at me as I lowered my dagger.
“Serisia?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled, moving to me. “I was hoping we could talk.”
“About?”
“My husband.” She glanced over at him, a proud smile on her lips. “Look at him take Angela. He mastered her body.”
I nodded.
Her hand reached down and slid between my thighs. They were cool, not alive. She brushed my pussy and frowned. “You're not wet.”
“Should I be?”
“Isn't he a ravishing creature?” Serisia asked as her fingers caressed my pussy.
A hot delight rippled through me as I gazed over at Thrak. He now fucked Angela as she knelt on her hands and knees. He was brutish, large, no soft curves, not like the delightful tits hanging beneath Angela which swayed back and forth as the orc plowed her.
“You're getting wet now,” Serisia moaned, pressing her cool body against me.
“You're touching me,” I grinned. “And you are beautiful, even with your barbaric piercings.”
Her fingers pressed up inside of me. “So you have no interest in being fucked by a thick cock.”
Serisia's lips pressed against my ear, her body lithe against me as her fingers worked in and out of my pussy. The heel of her hand ground on my pussy. She was so real for a spirit. I groaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers.
“Not by a man's cock,” I moaned. “An elf's cock. My wife's cock. Mmm, that would be heavenly.”
“Wife's...cock,” Serisia murmured. “You're married?”
“Yes.”
“And where is your cock? Or do not all elves have them?”
“All elves have cocks,” I groaned. “But not for long.”
Her fingers worked faster. Her touch was delicious even as she let out a mournful sigh. She leaned over and licked my ear. “Pity.”
I groaned, “Keep licking my ear. That's nice.”
My pussy clenched on Serisia's fingers as she licked my ear again. My ear twitched as the pleasure trembled through my body. I moaned, my nipples aching. Her tongue licked over and over while her fingers worked through my pussy.
“Matar's cock,” I groaned as my pleasure stirred. “I do not know what you are, but your touch is delicious.”
“A phantom,” she moaned between licks. Her tongue was wet and delicious. “Cum.”
“Yes,” I gasped as my body shuddered. My pussy clenched on her fingers as my orgasm rippled through me.
My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the delightful bliss shooting through my body. My ears twitched as my breasts heaved. My toes curled into the grass as I was lost to the rapture. I leaned against Serisia.
“Thank you,” I groaned, opening my eyes.
The spirit smiled at me, licked her fingers clean of my juices, then vanished.
I sank back into my crouch, struggling to focus on my watch as my body trembled from the orgasm the spirit gifted me.
~ * ~
Acolyte Sophia
“They are still going at it,” Faoril groaned.
“I know,” I said. “I can't sleep. They are too loud.” I squeezed my thighs together. Angela's moans, even created by a man, made me wet. “We could...?”
“Fuck?” Faoril asked with an arch of her eyebrows.
I grabbed her and pulled her into my bedding. She was naked beneath her blankets, her round breasts pressing into my smaller tits. “We can tire each other out and then fall asleep. I think Thrak hasn't had pussy in a while.”
“Oh, he's had mine,” a voice purred from behind. A cool body pressed against my back.
“Who's that?” I gasped.
“Serisia,” the spirit answered, her touch tingling my skin. “Mmm, relax. I want to join you. I haven't made love to a woman in over a decade.”
“You poor thing,” I gasped as her hand slid around to grip my tit.
“And I see my husband has made the pair of you horny. It's my wifely duty to relieve that ache.”
“He didn't make me horny,” I said. “I am an acolyte of Saphique.”
“So you have no interest in him?” Serisia sounded disappointed.
“None. It's only women. Like you.” I shuddered, loving her hard nipples and harder piercings pressing on my back.
“And you, Faoril?” asked Serisia.
“I thought we were going to fuck, not talk,” muttered the mage, her pussy hot on my thigh.
“I think she's so wet from Thrak,” I moaned. “Faoril loves cocks. It's her one flaw.”
“My one flaw?” Faoril asked.
“Well, you have more,” I admitted. “But that's okay, I still will fuck you.”
I kissed her on the lips as Serisia ground her wet, hot pussy on my ass. The rest of her may be cool, but not her cunt. I savored the spirit's presence. It was weird to be touched by a ghost, but she seemed so harmless.
And sexy.
And corporeal.
What kind of ghost was—
I gasped into Faoril's mouth as Serisia's hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, rubbing at my clit. Her touch was delightful. I writhed between the two women, groaning in delight as they pleasured me.
“Let's daisy chain,” Serisia moaned. “I haven't done that since I attended the university. We can devour each other's pussies. Doesn't that sound delicious?”
“Do I get to eat yours?” I asked as she strummed my clit.
“Yes,” she giggled.
“Faoril?” I grinned at her.
“Sure,” the mage said. “I need to cum so badly.”
“Because of my husband?” asked Serisia.
“No,” Faoril insisted, glancing over at the pair on the hill. Angela and Thrak were fucking for the third time. “How much stamina does he have?”
“He's an orc,” Serisia purred. “Mmm, we spent nights making love.”
Faoril glanced at Serisia, biting her lip as the spirit pressed her face between Faoril's thighs. The mage gasped as the spirit took a long lick through her pussy. Serisia moaned in delight. She lay on her side, her breasts soft pillows and her legs spread wide.
“So long since I've enjoyed pussy like this,” she purred.
“You never tried with an orc female?” I asked,
pressing my face between her thighs.
“They were not interested,” Serisia sighed. Then she squealed as I licked her pussy. Her trimmed pubic hair tickled my chin and her spicy, hot musk stained my lips.
It was so hard remembering she wasn't alive, but a spirit. A very corporeal, wet, and wonderful spirit.
My tongue swirled through her folds as Faoril grasped my hips and pulled me to her. I parted my thighs and the mage's breath washed over my shaved pussy. Her tongue licked through my folds, and I groaned and arched my hips.
“That's it,” I groaned between licks of Serisia's pussy. “Mmm, you do have a great tongue, Faoril.”
“Thanks,” the mage gasped, her voice breathy. “The spirit...she's not bad either.”
“How about if I do this?” Serisia asked.
I didn't know what the spirit did, but Faoril moaned into my pussy and squeezed my ass. Her lithe tongue danced through my folds, stirring up my pleasure as I devoured Serisia's snatch. The spirit's pussy was so hot, but her thigh was cool on my cheek.
My tongue expertly explored her folds, teasing her as I devoured her. My fingers quested between her butt-cheeks as I savored her delicious, spicy flavor. My hips humped against Faoril's licking face as I pressed my fingers into Serisia's bowels.
“Oh, wow,” gasped Serisia. “Sophia, you know what you are doing.”
“I am an acolyte of Saphique,” I boasted. “I have mastered the art of cunnilingus.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her asshole clenching on my probing fingers as my tongue caressed her pussy lips.
Our moans drowned out Thrak and Angela's gasps. The three of us made such feminine sounds as we undulated, grinding our hot pussies on each other's faces. I groaned into Serisia's cunt as Faoril slipped a pair of fingers into my pussy.
Serisia shuddered on my lips as I tongued her clit. The spirit's thighs tightened about my cheeks as she bucked against me. Spicy juices gushed into my lips as her orgasm burst through her body. I kept tonguing and licking her as her asshole writhed on my fingers.
“Oh, gods, yes,” gasped Serisia. “Mmm, I am so glad to experience that again.”
“Don't stop licking me,” pleaded Faoril. “Oh, I'm so close. Suck on my clit. Yes, just like that.”
My licking slowed as Serisia's shudders ended. I nuzzled at her pussy and pulled my fingers from her asshole. I concentrated on the pleasure churned by Faoril's tongue and fingers. My pussy clenched and relaxed on her digits as her tongue lapped through my folds.
Faoril screamed into my pussy as she came, and Serisia noisily drank down Faoril's spicy juices.
“Mmm, yes, Faoril,” I groaned, humping my hips. “Curl your fingers just a little more.”
Faoril did, and I spasmed.
“That's the spot,” I moaned into Serisia's spicy cunt as she caressed the bundle of nerves that always made me explode. “Keep massaging me right there. I'm going to erupt.”
“Oh, yes, make her cum,” panted Serisia.
“Yes,” I moaned in agreement as Faoril caressed my G-spot.
My body twitched and bucked on her face. I squeezed Serisia's butt as my orgasm exploded through me. I moaned loudly, shouting out my pleasure as my juices gushed into Faoril's hungry mouth.
“Oh, that was amazing,” I panted as my body hummed with pleasure.
I stretched out on my bed, staring up at the stars. “Mmm, I could sleep for a month.”
Faoril laughed, cuddling up beside me with Serisia spooning her from behind. My eyes closed as Angela moaned in bliss in the background, cumming again on Thrak's cock. My last thought before falling asleep was making her scream just as loudly tomorrow night.
~ * ~
Fireeyes – Norv, The Magery of Thosi
In the fire in my inn's room, I watched Angela's encampment. The orc still ravished her while my focus was on Serisia.
A spirit, but corporeal.
My dick ached in the simulacrum's mouth. I ran my hand over her bald, smooth head as she sucked hard, eager to please me. Watching three women daisy chain, each shuddering and bucking into the other's pussies, stirred the lusts of this body.
I was in a young, virile man's form, no longer my older body. I had the lusts of a youth, and I enjoyed them.
My cock erupted. The simulacrum swallowed my cum without a sound as I groaned through clenched teeth.
Faoril rolled over. The Journeyman Mage was too skilled to not be a Master. She was a puzzle. Why was she traveling with this group instead of studying at the Collegiate Tower? But the real mystery was the ghost.
What type of spirit was she and how could I use her against Angela?
“How did you end up the wife of...him?” Faoril asked the spirit, glancing up at the hill where the orc and Angela had fallen asleep.
“While studying at the University of Allenoth,” the spirit answered.
I blinked with Faoril.
“What?” the mage asked. “What was an orc doing in Allenoth?”
“Studying,” she answered. “You wouldn't believe the talks we had late into the night on philosophy and history. Then we would make love for hours more. He has the largest cock I ever fucked, and I was the envy of all my friends. But it was our discussions that made me go home with him.”
“But...he's an orc,” Faoril repeated.
“So?” Serisia asked. “Just because they are uneducated, does not make them any different than us. Though he is the only one to study with humans. And he made me happy.”
“So he didn't capture you in a raid?”
“No.” Her voice grew tight.
“What are you, Serisia?”
“A phantom,” she answered, rolling over and facing away from Faoril. “I was killed through violence. I lingered and haunted my husband. I didn't want to leave him. But...I realized I had to become more than a ghost to help him move on. A phantom.”
Faoril swallowed. I knew why. Phantoms often became dangerous, twisting and growing bitter of the living and their loved ones. They would often turn hostile and attack. Especially with the proper spells. An idea formed in my mind.
Serisia vanished, leaving Faoril to glance over at Thrak, her eyes puzzled. I didn't care. I dismissed my scrying, leaned back on the floor, and worked on my new plan.
The things I could do to a phantom hardened my cock.
Chapter Seventeen: Sexy Precautions
Knight-Errant Angela – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation
I dozed in a sex coma.
Thrak had fucked me so hard. I had cum so many times. That orc was virile. My pussy ached wonderfully from the force of his strokes. He lay next to me in the tangle of grass, his breathing a low rumble as he slept, his arm over my stomach.
I absently stroked his muscular, scarred, swarthy arm as sleep grew heavier and heavier. His cum stained my lips, leaked out of my pussy and my asshole, and more painted my body. I was thankful for the Blessing of the Warrior the priests of Gewin bestowed before I left Shesax, giving me far greater stamina.
Without it I would be exhausted tomorrow.
Just as I was about to fall into sleep, the cool touch of hands on my thighs startled me to wakefulness. I sat up to see a Thosian woman rise out of the ground, her face studded with bone piercings in the same style as Thrak, made all the more brutish and primal on her soft, feminine, human face.
“The wife?” I asked, glancing at Thrak.
“Yes. Serisia,” the spirit answered. Her hands, while cool, felt so real and soft as they slid up my thigh. Her body rose fully from the ground, lying down on the grass between my thighs, forcing them apart and revealing my well-fucked pussy. “You greatly pleased him today.”
“And...you're happy about that?”
“Every wife wants her husband to be happy, particularly after she's gone.” Serisia's face grew sad. “I cannot stay with him forever. I have to move onto the Astral Realm. But I'll be watching and waiting for him, hoping he's happy until we're reunited.”
I nodded my head as her
hand slid higher. Her lips kissed at my inner thigh. A hot rush shot through me, banishing sleep. I groaned. I thought I was fucked out, but now I had a horny spirit eager to play with my body.
I responded.
“You made him very happy,” Serisia purred. “You two make a great match.”
“I guess,” I shuddered as her hand slid higher, nearing my pussy. My hole clenched, forcing out more of Thrak's cum. “Wait, you don't think I'm...taken with him?”
“Aren't you?” Her hand reached my pussy. She played with the thick cum leaking out. “He's so handsome and muscular. A warrior like you. I was impressed that you held your own. He was impressed, too. Mmm, how wet he made you, and how hard he fucked you...” Her smile grew. “I remember those wonderful nights, lying next to him while he slept, his cum oozing out of all my holes. I loved it.
“Just like you do, Angela.”
Her fingers penetrated my pussy.
“I enjoyed myself,” I panted, my hips undulating. I glanced down the hill to the fire where Sophia slept with Faoril. “But...there's someone else I like.”
Serisia lifted her head. “The acolyte? Has she seduced you from men?”
“Just my heart,” I answered, my pussy clenching on the spirit's probing fingers. “But my body still thoroughly enjoys them.”
Serisia giggled. She studied Sophia as she fingered me. “I guess she is the one then.”
“Yes,” I groaned, my heart beating faster as Sophia filled my thoughts. I did care greatly for the excitable, young woman. I wanted to hold her in my arms and protect her. And I wanted to tie her up and dominate her.
I loved Sophia. She was my one.
Serisia's lips were warmer than her hands. I gasped as she kissed up my thigh, my toes curling. Her fingers moved faster through my pussy. I arched my back, my pillowy tits jiggling as she kissed nearer and nearer to my pussy.
“You don't have to do this,” I groaned. “I'm not going to make your husband happy. Just content for a night.”
“But you're full of his cum,” Serisia grinned. “And until tonight, it has been a long time since I've been with women. I'm making up for lost time before I move on.”
