by Reed James
“Mistress,” Alyiane whispered. I think she liked the word. I hoped she would find a submissive woman to dominate. I bet she would be so happy.
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Old Oaths
Xerathalasia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi
The four-day trip from Esh-Esh to the first major town on the highway was uneventful. We kept attentive watch. Slata's other two daughters were still hunting us. But the erinyes were cunning. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching us. I walked with Thrak through the peaceful lands of the Magery. The fields were green with maturing crops. The human farmers and peasants working in the fields would pause to watch us pass, their eyes wide in shock.
They must think we were a story come to life. A knight, a mage, a priestess, an elf, and an orc walking through their lands, clearly on an important errand where the entire fate of the world rested in the balance.
That same look of awe followed us into Lor-Khev. The humans in Southern Thosi were darker than their northern kin, intermarrying with the dusky Hazians on the other side of the Lesh-Ke mountains that dominated the southern horizon.
But their women were just as interested in elves.
I smiled, knowing I would find a generous maid to share my bed tonight. I had grown quite fond of human pussy in the almost two months since I left the forest behind. They had such a rich, salty musk, whether their pussies were more sweet, tart, tangy, or spicy. My pussy tingled as we made our way through town.
“The Merchant's Rest looks like a serviceable inn,” Sophia said as she rode Purity. She nodded to the sign ahead. “More reputable than some of the places we passed.”
“Some of those places looked fun,” laughed Thrak. “I'm sure the entertainment is more...exotic.”
“You mean half-naked girls dancing on tables,” laughed Faoril. “You couldn't take your eyes off that Hazian maid last night.”
“The way her hips moved,” Thrak shrugged. “I did not know it was possible.”
I nodded in agreement. The dancer had been breathtaking to watch. I wished I was in heat so I could have watched those hips swivel and writhe as she rode my cock. A treat Thrak no doubt enjoyed with Faoril.
“No, I think this inn will do just fine,” Sophia muttered, giving Thrak an annoyed look. The acolyte had also tried to seduce the dancer, but the Hazian woman preferred cock to cunt.
“It's fine,” Angela nodded.
~ * ~
Chaun
The audience in the common room of the Merchant's Rest watched me in rapt attention as I sang and strung my lyre, barely paying attention to the salacious dancer hired by the proprietor to Halanian belly dance on the central table. I had stayed in this town longer than I wanted, but Lady Delilah's promise echoed in my mind.
And just as the woman predicted, Angela and her party walked into the common room. Lady Delilah almost had the date right. Eighteen days I had waited for Angela. My stomach tensed but it did not affect my performance. I was trained at the Bardic College. I was a master of song and music. My fingers strummed along the lyre as I plotted my seduction.
First, I would have to remove her from her companions. I smiled and altered my song. It was a two pronged attack. I would lull Angela into a sleepy daze, prodding her to seek her room early while towards her companions I sent passionate, strumming music.
Playing two different melodies was a simple skill for one of my training. But to target specific people, that was something only a master of the Bardic College could produce.
Angela was a beautiful creature. I could not wait to feel her gasping and heaving beneath me. I needed to win her confidence.
~ * ~
Lady Delilah – Outskirts of Lor-Khev
I lounged against the fence post and waited. The slaughtered cow before my feet filled the air with the coppery scent of blood. Flies hovered around the corpse. The scent should call to him. I had made arrangements for the Black Hound to meet me here.
Out of the darkness, a man appeared. He was naked, with a feral cast to his face, though his most startling feature was his midnight-black skin. Far darker than the Halanian living in the desert across the Nimborgoth. And the texture was rough, leathery. His eyes were yellow and hungry.
“My lady,” grinned the Black Hound, his teeth sharp.
Though he looked human, he wasn't. He was a barguest, a race of shape-changers, switching from human to hound at their whim. A fairy queen had cursed their ancestor thousands of years ago. She merged an offensive man with his vicious hound. Black Hound had lived longer than most of his ilk and over the centuries had sired quite the pack.
“Did you bring your pack, Black Hound?” I asked.
Other yellow eyes glinted in the darkness. “You didn't bring us enough to feed my entire pack.”
“There's plenty to eat in the town,” I answered, and pointed towards Lor-Khev.
“Attacking a town is risky business,” the Black Hound answered.
“So is breaking your word to my husband.”
“Who has been dead a long time.”
“But your oath still holds you, cur,” I snarled, my voice cracking. “I will enforce its terms.”
Fear entered the barguest's yellow eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could always tell when a dog was afraid. A pity the fairy queen hadn't used a wolf. Then barguests would truly be dangerous. But a pack of curs would serve my purpose.
“I will obey the oath,” the Black Hound snarled. “After we eat, we shall attack.”
I smiled. Chaun would need help to win Angela's trust. I had no doubt Angela and her allies would fend off the barguests. They were a powerful group. I watched the barguests slink forward and tear into the cow. The smell of fresh blood made me hunger, too.
But I could control my appetites.
Chapter Forty: Song of Unbridled Lust
Acolyte Sophia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi
The minstrel's music soared through the common room, his voice a honey purr that even excited me while his fingers expertly played the lyre. I had not heard the like since the night an Azian Bard had played at my mother's estates. The music shuddered through me, my body growing hotter and hotter. And while the minstrel was undoubtedly a handsome man, my eyes were on the dancer.
She stood on the central table, her hips undulating to the music, her naked breasts jiggling. Her skin was ebony—a Halanian belly dancer. My pussy clenched between my thighs. I crossed and recrossed my thighs beneath my white robe as I drank in her beauty. Lavender, translucent pantaloons clung low on her hips as they writhed and moved in ways I didn't think were possible. Bells jingled from her ankles, wrists, and dangling from her pierced, dark-brown nipples. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her black hair was gathered in dozens of beaded braids that swirled about her neck.
I licked my lips, entranced by her beauty.
“Saphique's virgin pussy,” I whispered, the heat growing through my thighs.
The music sang to me. Moved my desires and demanded that my hips undulate in a sensuous sway, matching the grace of the dancer. I stood up from my chair, my hips trying to sway like the dancer's. I had to get closer to her. I moved through the crowded common room of the inn, snaking between tables of patrons watching the minstrel over the beauty dancing on the center table.
“Gorgeous,” I groaned when I reached the broad table she danced upon.
The woman winked at me as she turned, the dark cheeks of her ass bleeding through the lavender fabric of her pantaloons as those hips rolled and swayed. Her upper torso didn't even move. She had such wonderful control.
Entranced, I climbed up onto the table. She turned to me, her eyes smoky. Her right hand beckoned. The table was twice as large as any other, room for two or even three dancers to occupy it. My nipples aching beneath my robes, I swayed to her, my arms over my head.
A spicy musk surrounded her—hot pussy.
Her hips still swayed as she licked her lips. Then she reached out and opened the belt of my robe. It hung loose off my shoulders, falling o
pen to reveal my small breasts and pale flesh. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as the robe slipped off my body and landed on the table, my belt pouch clattering.
“You have lovely hips,” she purred in an exotic accent. Her dark hands rested on them, her fingers light and sensual.
Men watched me. I didn't care. Nothing mattered but the music singing in my soul and the dancer before me. Her hands moved me, swaying my hips in rhythm to her own undulations. She pulled me closer, her heavy breasts jiggling, the bells tinkling.
“You need to let them be free of fear to move with the purest grace,” she purred, her nipples brushing mine. Shudders ran down to my pussy.
I reached out, resting my hands on her naked hips above the hem of her pantaloons. Her flesh was hot. She smiled at me as we danced together, our nipples rubbing, my nose filled with the perfume of her hot pussy mixing with my tart musk.
“That's it,” she purred, her lush lips inches from mine. “Do you feel the music?”
“Yes,” I gasped, stepping closer, our breasts pillowing together as I pressed my crotch against hers, our hips swaying in rhythm. “It makes me move.”
Her hands on my hips slid around, gripping my asscheeks. Her fingers dug in as we swayed. My clit ached, rubbing on the silk of her pantaloons. It was nice, but I wanted a more intimate contact with the dancer.
My fingers slid down, and my thumbs hooked the waistband of her pantaloons. I pushed them off her writhing hips. They slipped off her legs, and she deftly stepped out of them. She was practiced at stripping while dancing.
My hands found her ebony ass. I loved how sensual she felt as my pale fingers sank into the flesh of her dark rear. My heart beat faster as our clits rubbed together as our hips undulated to the music's beat.
“That's it,” purred the dancer. “Now we go faster.”
“Yes,” I groaned, my clit aching against hers.
The pleasure increased. I drank in every point of contact between our flesh. Our nipples rubbed together. Our breasts pressed tight. Her hands on my ass, my hands on hers. Our thighs slid past each other and pressed on each other's clits. My pussy clenched as sparks of pleasure burst from my clit, struck hot by every sway of her hips brushing our nipples together.
Faster and faster we swayed, circling on the stage. Men and women noticed us. They called out to us, but it was only noise drowned out to meaningless deluge by the music and her body. I felt her heart thud beneath her breasts as our lips moved closer and closer.
“You are a beauty,” whispered the Halanian belly dancer.
“And you are a gift from Saphique,” I moaned right before our mouths met.
Her lips were honey sweet. I moaned into the kiss, my eyes squeezing shut as my tongue met hers. We loved each other on the stage, sharing our passion for all to see. We ground harder and harder on each other's thighs, our fingers kneading each other's ass, pulling each other tight as the pleasure built inside of us.
Electricity coursed across my skin. Every inch of me felt so alive. The table was rough on my feet and she was soft and warm against my body. My pussy clenched every wonderful time our clits brushed. I moaned louder and louder into the kiss as my body tensed.
Her body shuddered. I was temple-trained to know a woman's body. She was about to cum.
I let myself go, wanting to share that moment with her. I kissed her harder, sharing my passion for her beauty and skill as our bodies tensed together. Our fingers dug into each other's ass as our clits slid against each other's thighs.
Fires erupted inside of us. We came together.
Our moans were muffled by each other's lips. We held each other as the throes of passion moved our bodies. Our juices squirted out, splashing each other's thighs, mingling together. Everything faded, even the music, except for her. The pleasure crashed through my mind as I clung to her.
Bit by bit, reality came back. We still ground, our bodies eager for another cum. I broke the kiss, savoring the sensual smile on her lips as around us, men and women clapped, applauding the beauty of our shared passion.
“Now we add a new sway,” she purred, her body undulating.
I smiled and worked my hips.
~ * ~
Xerathalasia
My body burned. Sophia ground hard on the Halanian belly dancer. My pussy was on fire. My nipples were hard. The music filled me, driving me mad with passion. It was like I was in heat. I looked down to make sure my cock wasn't sprouting hard before me.
No dick.
I stood up, casting my gaze around. Angela rested her head on her arms, tired by the day's walk, and Thrak kissed Faoril with passion, the pair lost in their shared love. The orc and the mage made an interesting, and even beautiful, combination.
A serving girl walked by, carrying an empty tray. I seized her wrist.
The girl blinked as I stood, her eyes falling on my naked body, my large breasts jiggling. Her eyes trailed up and widened at my green hair and pointed ears. “Can I help you, madam elf?”
“Yes,” I purred, my free hand sliding around to squeeze her ass. A reckless, bold lust had seized me. I couldn't stand it. I had to be satisfied. “This way.”
The girl squeaked as I pulled her after me, moving with grace through the crowded common room. Everyone was entranced by Sophia grinding on the dancer or the minstrel playing. I felt the minstrel's blue eyes on me as I crossed the bar, his music almost playing just for me.
I stepped into the service hallway that led to the back stairs and the rooms above. The kitchen lay at the end of the corridor. The maid said something, it might have been a protest, but the music was too loud for me to hear.
I pushed her into a small alcove, her eyes wide, and kissed her hard before she could object.
Her lips surrendered to mine. My hands stroked her small breasts through the thin linen of her blouse. Her nipples hardened beneath my fingers as I pinched and rolled them. She gasped into my lips while I ground my wet pussy into the rougher weave of her dark skirt.
I broke the kiss.
“Madam elf,” she protested. “I'm supposed to be working.”
“Serving the customers,” I grinned as my hands pressed on her shoulders. “And I am in desperate need of your service. My pussy is on fire.”
The human serving girl trembled as she knelt before me. Her big, dark eyes looked up at me, her hair, in a black braid, slipped off her shoulder to fall down her back. I seized it, gathering it in my hand, before pulling her face between my thighs with it.
“Eat me,” I groaned. “I need it.”
Her gentle fingers slid up my thighs to my hips. She gripped me moments before her tongue licked out and swirled through my folds. I let out a satisfied moan, my ears twitching as the pleasure rushed through me.
The music bled through the walls, matching the pounding beat of my heart. I moaned, grinding on the girl's sweet tongue. She licked and nuzzled at my pussy, savoring every lick and stroke of her tongue through my petals.
“Yes, that's it,” I groaned, my free hand squeezing my fat nipple. I pinched and pulled it, loving the tingles of pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My ass clenched as her tongue feasted. “Make me cum, slut. Service me. Put that delicious, human mouth to use. You humans make such good whores. When I return to the forest, I will bring a few with me. You would be so popular.”
I pictured my pregnant wife fucking the slut from behind with her cock. Her belly so round and swollen with our child. In a week or so, my daughter would be born. The pleasure drove that thought out of my mind as I kept up with my fantasy.
“Fuck her, Atharilesia,” I moaned in Elven. “Ram your thick cock into the whore. Make her lick my pussy faster.”
Yes, my beautiful Xerathalasia, purred my wife in my imagination, her ears twitching as her breasts, grown large by her pregnancy and swollen with her breast milk, heaved. I'll make her scream into your pussy and make you cum so hard.
“I love you, Atharilesia!” I gasped. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here wi
th me.”
So do I. What fun we would have in the human world. When our daughter is older, we should visit it together.
Images of the pair of us in heat, sharing sexy human women, fucking them, filled my mind. We'd lick each other's cum out of their pussies and assholes. The humans would moan wantonly as they feasted on our pussies or sucked our cocks.
I tightened my grip on the serving girl's hair. I ground harder on her mouth as my back arched. My orgasm rushed at me, driven by the ever-increasing beat of the music. My pussy clenched in anticipation of that wonderful moment.
Cum on her face, Atharilesia moaned in my imagination.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Matar's blessed cock, yes.” I switched to Human. “Drink my cream, slut. Drink it all down.”
The maid moaned as my orgasm crashed through me. She drank down the juices flooding out of my body. My back arched and my hips undulated. I pinched hard on my nipple as the pleasure crashed through me.
So wonderful. I added my voice to the minstrel's, joining his harmony.
My toes curled on the rough wood as I rose onto the balls of my feet for a moment. I swayed, holding on tight to the serving girl's hair, and then I crashed back down. My pussy ached as her tongue slid through it. Her wide eyes stared up at me as her fingers dug into my hip.
“Keep licking my pussy, slut,” I panted as my orgasm faded. “I'm not satiated yet. I need more.”
~ * ~
Thrak
Xera dragged the serving girl off. Sophia ground against her dancer. Faoril sat on my lap, her lips locked to mine.
My cock ached beneath her sweet rear. My blood boiled through me. It was so hot in the common room. So noisy. The room was so tiny. It closed in around me, almost choking me as the music resounded through it.
I broke my kiss with my mage. Her eyes were unfocused with lust, her silver nose ring glinting in the dim light. Her light-brown hair swayed about her round face. I had to take her. But not here. Outdoors.
“Thrak,” she squealed in delight when I threw her over my shoulder, her light form draped over my swarthy strength. I stood, my hand squeezing her ass as I pushed my way through the common room. The weak Thosian men retreated before me.
