by Reed James
“Mmm, that was great,” Faoril grinned. “We're going to be so tired tomorrow, but it'll be worth it.”
“Oh, yes,” I grinned, my hands sliding down her back to seize her ass. I had the next watch after Angela. The poor thing was up on the hill probably masturbating as she watched us. My concern for Angela was lost as Faoril undulated atop me, grinding against my hard dick. “Do you want more cum?”
“That depends where you want to put it,” Faoril grinned.
My right hand dipped past her ass and between her thighs to rub at the wet folds of her pussy. “How about here?”
Faoril's eyes twinkled as she gave me another kiss.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Cracking Whip
Knight-Errant Angela
The air cracked and hissed as I dueled the erinyes.
No, duel wasn't the right word. Duel implied that I was able to fight back. I couldn't. Her whip gave her so much reach. Without a shield, I had no way to block her attacks. It was impossible to parry her whip. All I could do was dodge.
And that was tiring me out. Sweat trickled down my naked breasts as her whip hissed and cracked. Cut stalks of grass danced through the air on the cool breeze that blew around the bottom of the hill. I was a skilled knight, and I had Gewin's blessing adorning my flesh.
I think that was all that was keeping me alive. My reflexes were swift and the blessing from Gewin I received back in Shesax still filled my body.
“How long can you keep dancing?” Injuriae asked.
“Oh, is this frustrating you?” I demanded as I twisted out of the way of her slashing whip. “I'm so sorry that my desire to stay alive is inconveniencing you.”
The erinyes hissed. She made an underhand flick of her wrist, shooting the whip at me. I leaned to the side, the whip snapping past me, then darted in, my sword thrusting before me. The erinyes didn't dodge.
Instead, she flicked her wrist. The whip hissed behind me as it cracked back towards the erinyes.
I dropped.
I grunted as I hit the ground. The whip sliced over the air above me. The erinyes was forced to twist her body to dance out of the way of her scything weapon. She twirled around as I stood, regaining control of her weapon and sending it slashing out at me.
“You cannot win,” Injuriae hissed. “Why do you prolong this?”
“Really?” I demanded. “Do you really expect me to just give up and let you kill me? How stupid are you?”
“I'm smart enough to know you cannot win. This is hopeless. You will tire yourself out and then I will kill you.”
“Unless you get tired first,” I growled and dodged her next attack.
I took a swing at her whip with my blade as it streaked by. Maybe I could cut it and reduce her reach or disable her weapon completely. My blade sliced down and struck the whip dead center. My sword didn't cut the flaming weapon in half.
The whip coiled about my blade.
Injuriae yanked hard. My sword ripped from my hand. The whip uncoiled with a flick of Injuriae's wrist and my sword sailed over the erinyes to impale into the side of the hill. The blade waved, flashing with moonlight.
I swallowed as the erinyes snapped her whip at me.
Now I was really in trouble.
She drove me back, away from my sword. Every time I tried to dart around her, the whip lashed, driving me back. It cracked and hissed as it narrowly missed my flesh. The force of its passage stirred up the wind, sending breezes crashing around my naked body.
How could I win? This was hopeless. I couldn't close the distance. I couldn't block her attack. I had no way to defeat her. And she was driving me away from my allies. My heart thudded in my chest and my stomach twisted.
Is this how I died?
Sophia's face burned through my mind. I didn't want to lose her. She was my lover. My sex slave. She needed her mistress. When I set out on this Quest, I believed I was almost certainly going to die. But by facing the dragon, not because a demigoddess tried to kill me on the order of her Holy Mother who hated my distant ancestor.
The whip lashed out. I dodged. My side ached, a stitch forming. I sucked in deep breaths. I needed a rest. The muscles in my thighs burned from overexertion. I dodged to the right when my muscle in my thigh spasmed and knotted.
I screamed in pain, gripping my thigh as I collapsed onto the ground. The muscle throbbed beneath my hand as I fought against the hot knife shooting through it. I couldn't let a knotted muscle stop me. I tried to stand, fighting the agony.
The whip cracked and wrapped around my left ankle. The lash burned me as Injuriae yanked it back. I fell onto my belly. She kept pulling on her whip, dragging me across the grass. I rolled onto my back, grass staining my naked breasts as I stared up at her.
She planted a naked foot between my breasts and raised the whip. “See. Inevitable.”
“Go fuck Las's diseased cock,” I spat as I stared up at death.
~ * ~
Journeyman Mage Faoril
I groaned as Xera's cock nudged at the folds of my pussy. Our breasts pressed together and our nipples brushed, shooting excited tingles down to my pussy. I reached behind me and grasped the elf's thick cock, guiding the tip to the entrance of my cunt.
“Yes,” I moaned as I sank down her thick cock. It was a wonderful cock, almost as big as Thrak's, though it did lack his bone piercing.
But there was something so wonderfully exciting about fucking a woman with a cock. Xera's pillowy tits rubbed against mine while her soft hands squeezed and kneaded my ass. I kissed her soft lips as my pussy gripped her hard dick.
I undulated my hips, working her dick in and out of my pussy. We moaned into our kiss as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy. My ass clenched and relaxed beneath her squeezing hands as I fucked the elf.
“Oh, no,” Sophia gasped from across the banked fire.
I broke the kiss and glanced over as the naked acolyte burst out of her bedding and raced out into the darkness.
“What's that?” I groaned as I ground my clit into Xera's pubic bone.
“I'm not sure,” Xera gasped as Sophia vanished into the darkness towards the hill where Angela kept watch. “Should we go check it out?”
“No,” I panted, my pussy clenching down on her dick. The pleasure stirred through me. “I bet she really just had to pee.”
“Probably,” gasped Xera, her face contorting. “Mmm, work that pussy on my cock. I want to spill my cum into your depths, slut.”
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, fucking her faster. We kissed again and Xera rolled me over onto my back. Her hips hammered into my pussy and pleasure flooded my body.
~ * ~
Acolyte Sophia
I moaned into the kiss with my goddess Saphique. Her warning echoed in my head. The erinyes had been unleashed to hunt down Angela. I had to warn her. The wonderful dream dissolved around me, the Isle of Women, Saphique's realm in the Astral Plane, vanished.
My eyes snapped open.
“Oh, no,” I gasped as I burst to my feet, heedless of my nudity.
I dashed off to the hilltop where Angela kept watch. I didn't see my lover atop the hill as I raced through the grass. The fronds tickled at my flesh as I pushed myself to run faster. I ignored the discomfort on the soles of my feet as I scrambled up the hill.
I had to warn Angela. Erinyes were dangerous creatures. There were three of them, and each was a match for any warrior. Even my amazing Angela. My heart hammered in my chest, and I sucked in deep breaths as I topped the summit.
I glanced down the hill, scanning for Angela. She warred with an erinyes. My mistress was naked and dodging without a sword. “Angela needs help,” I called out as I raced down the hillside. I had no idea what I could do.
My stomach clenched when Angela let out a cry of pain and collapsed, gripping her thigh. The erinyes's burning whip snagged Angela's ankle and my lover was dragged to the vengeful demigoddess. The erinyes planted her foot between Angela's breasts and raised up her whip.
The erinyes spo
ke, but I couldn't hear anything.
I ran faster. I had to somehow stop that whip from killing my mistress. I had no idea how, so I let out the loudest shout I could as I ran at the erinyes naked and unarmed. My small breasts bounced before me as I reached the bottom of the hill.
“No. Stop. You can't.”
The erinyes glanced over at me, a frown crossing her face.
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Erinyes's Passion
Knight-Errant Angela
The erinyes jerked her attention away, surprise crossing her face. I was shocked, too. Of all the members of my party to come to my rescue, I never thought it would be a naked Sophia. The acolyte ran, her small breasts bouncing, her lithe body racing fast, her brown hair streaming behind her.
“You can't kill her.”
This was my chance. I lunged upward, ignoring the knot in my thigh that burned, and seized the whip handle above her hand. My left fist planted hard into the erinyes's solar plexus at the same moment.
She grunted in pain, her hand relaxing as she staggered and her wings flapped. I ripped the whip from her hand and swung it hard at her. The whip cracked against her flesh. It coiled around her upper body, pinning both her arms to her side.
I jerked tight.
“What?” Injuriae gasped in disbelief. “You...what?”
I kicked my leg out and caught her left knee at the side. Her legs buckled, and she fell to her knees before her. I kept a tight grip on the whip, keeping her bound tightly as Sophia ran up to me. Her face flushed, she leaned forward and planted her hands on her knees as she sucked in breaths.
“Angela, Slata's...sent the...erinyes...after you...”
“Yeah, I know,” I grunted, my right thigh burning. “Do you know any way to kill one?”
“You can't...kill an erinyes...” Sophia answered, straightening as she caught her breath. “You have to sexually dominate one. Once an erinyes has pleasured you, she can never feel her righteous anger against you. She can't deliver vengeance upon someone she doesn't hate.”
“Quiet, bitch,” snarled Injuriae.
“Right, that's the part of them that comes from Las,” I laughed. “I guess it's a good thing the perverted God of Lust is your father.” With my freehand, I seized Injuriae's raven hair and pulled her face into my pussy. “Now start licking, slave. Make Mistress cum.”
Sophia grinned at me, her own hips shifting. She loved it when I dominated her. “Mmm, that's it, slave. Love our Mistress. Lick her pussy until she cums.”
Injuriae struggled, her lips rubbing on my pussy as she tried to pull her head away, but I kept a tight grip. Lust shot through me. My pussy burned wet. Fighting always turned me on, and now I had a sexy demigoddess to dominate.
“Lick my pussy, cunt,” I groaned, “or you'll drown in it. I'll keep your face pressed into it and smother you. Mmm, I bet you would love to drown in your mistress's hot cunt.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful,” moaned Sophia.
I grinned at her. “You, slave, fetch the rope, your dildo, and the harness.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sophia dashed off.
I twisted my hand in Injuriae's hair as my hips undulated. I smeared my pussy across her lips. “You know you're a whore that wants to lick my pussy. You're one of Las's daughters. I know that hole between your thighs is dripping wet. Give in to your true nature. Be my slut and lick my cunt.”
“Never,” moaned the erinyes.
“But it's inevitable,” I laughed. “You should just give up. There's no way for you to get away without making me cum.”
I brushed my clit against her nose as I ground on her face. The pleasure shuddered through me up to my nipples. They tingled. I wanted to play with them, but one hand held her hair and the other kept a tight grip on the whip.
I couldn't let her get free.
“You don't have to lick me,” I groaned. “I can cum just grinding on your face. Either way, you'll have pleasured me, slut. But it all depends on how much fun you want to have.”
Injuriae moaned something into my pussy. Her lips moved on my labia, sending a spark of delight through my pussy. I pulled her head away, her lips smeared with my juices, and stared into her dark eyes.
“What did you say, cunt?”
“I will never give into my desires!”
“Why not?” I asked. I pushed my foot between her thighs. I found a wet heat. I rubbed against her wet pussy. Her eyes widened and a shiver of pleasure ran through her. “Your cunt is sopping wet. You love being dominated, don't you, slut?”
“Never.”
I yanked her head back between my thighs. I planted my foot on the ground, my shin bone pressed against her pussy. She undulated, rubbing her hot flesh against me. I laughed as I ground on her face, the pleasure building inside of me.
“Every time you deliver vengeance, I know your hot cunt is hoping you'll lose so you'll have to be dominated. It turns you on. You're a slut to be forced. You love it. You want to be compelled to be a whore every day.”
She moaned again.
“Your pussy is covering my leg with your juices as you hump against me,” I groaned. “You are so pathetic. A slave to your hot hole and to mine. Now lick and pleasure your mistress or I'll take my leg away.”
Injuriae froze.
“That's right. Only good slaves who lick their mistress's pussy get to cum. Bad slaves only get to drown in my juices. Either way, I cum.”
Her tongue licked out, sliding through the folds of my pussy up to my clit.
I shuddered in delight. My back arched as the erinyes submitted to my desires. My breasts jiggled as I writhed and bucked, grinding on her mouth. I pulled harder on her hair, pressing her mouth deep into my pussy as her tongue licked and teased, exploring my folds.
“That's it, slut,” I moaned as she humped harder on my shinbone, sliding that hot, juicy cunt up and down my flesh. She moaned into my pussy, her pleasure building. “That's right. Please your Mistress. Worship me.”
Her tongue swirled around my clit. My pussy clenched as my body trembled. It was so exciting to dominate my enemy. I had won, and I claimed my prize. Just like when I sparred with...the lover I gave up to possess the Lesbius Oracle's prophecy.
Sophia claimed his name was Kevin. He was an empty hole in my mind, his absence creating a negative space in my memories. I could touch them with my thoughts, circling what I was missing. I knew I used to make Kevin eat my pussy after I won a sparing match.
But I had no memory of doing it.
“I'm going to flood your mouth with my juices, whore,” I panted. “Keep licking Mistress. That's it. You lost. This is what happens. You have to please me. You have to devour me and make me cum. You're my slave, Injuriae. My whore.”
Injuriae moaned and shuddered. Her black wings fluttered behind her as her juices flooded my thighs. The slut had cum while being forced to please me. My pussy clenched. The thrill of dominating her rushed through me.
“Slata's hairy cunt,” I moaned as my orgasm burst through me. My juices poured into the mouth of Slata's daughter. My ass clenched as my pussy spasmed. The pleasure rushed through my body. I kept my grip tight as I writhed in bliss.
My hips kept undulating. I kept grinding my pussy on her hungry mouth as I waited for my other sex slave to return with the toys.
~ * ~
Acolyte Sophia
I raced past Xera and Faoril fucking hard. The pair glanced at me as I dug into Angela's saddlebag and grabbed the length of rope she loved to tie me up with. Then I went to my pouch and found the marble, magical dildo and the strap-on harness.
“You and Angela having fun?” Faoril gasped as she bucked her hips into the elf's crotch.
“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy on fire. I couldn't wait to watch my Mistress bind the demigoddess up and fuck her with the dildo. Juices ran down my thighs as I gained my feet. “I'll explain later.”
I just couldn't be bothered to tell them right now. Explaining about the erinyes would take too long and my Mistress
waited. My excitement kept me running despite the growing ache in my side. My breasts bounced, the rope rasping against my sensitive flesh as I cradled it to my chest.
I reached the top of the hill again. Angela's head was thrown back. I couldn't hear her moans, but it was so obvious she was cumming on the erinyes's mouth. I grinned in delight. My Mistress was so amazing.
She was free of this erinyes causing her harm.
I raced down the field. My thighs rubbed on my hard clit as I ran while the grass fronds tickled my thighs and pussy lips. I giggled in delight as I reached my Mistress and held out the rope, strap-on, and my magical dildo.
“Bind the slut,” ordered Angela. “You know how.”
“Of course, Mistress,” I beamed. Angela had tied me up enough. We had experimented a lot with the rope. I knew what I was doing.
Two months ago, when I still lived in the temple, I never thought I would be excited to bind up one of the dreadful erinyes. She was sexy, with pale skin offset by her black wings and red hair. I pressed up behind her, the soft feathers of her wings caressing my side as I went to work binding her.
The erinyes didn't fight. She just kept licking and tonguing my Mistress's pussy. Angela looked so beautiful as she ground her pussy into the erinyes's mouth, Angela's red hair tumbling about her shoulders while her large breasts heaved.
“That's it, Injuriae, lick my pussy, slut.”
“Injuriae,” I giggled. “Mmm, I bet Incessae and Ultionae will be wroth with you for being dominated by my mistress.” I yanked the rope tight, binding Injuriae's arms behind her back as I nipped her ear.
I ran the rope between the erinyes's thighs, digging it into her pussy and her butt-cheeks before tying them to the loops about her stomach, then I bound her legs together. Angela let go the erinyes, and she flopped to the ground, her lips stained with my Mistress's juices.
I kissed the erinyes, savoring Angela's tangy juices. “Mmm, did you like pleasing my mistress?”
“Yes,” the erinyes moaned. “Yes. I'm such a slut. I shouldn't have. Mother will be angry, but she turned me on.”
