Rogue's Sultry Women
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Kora rippled about me. I held my dick in her depths, savoring this moment of our union. We'd grown up together, been raised as siblings. It was so wrong what we shared, our two bodies melding together into one. I groaned, loving this moment of trampling societal taboos. My sister shuddered, her hips wiggling, her pussy clenching on my dick.
“Don't tease me, Sven!” she moaned, fingers digging into Zanyia's ass. “Please, please, I need you in me.”
“Love her, Master,” purred the lamia. Then she rolled off my sister, unveiling Kora's naked form to me. Her breasts, the left tattooed with entwining vines and a pink flower over her heart, quivered, the amulet shining between them. Juices glistened on her lips, her blue eyes glowing.
I leaned down and kissed my sister hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Zanyia's sweet cream flavored our taboo kiss. My sister's breasts rubbed against my chest, the amulet hard between her two soft mounds. She trembled, pussy squeezing and relaxing on my dick.
And then we moved. Together. Our bodies worked as I pumped my cock in and out of my little sister's depths. She moaned into my mouth, our tongues dueling. Her arms seized me, fingernails digging into my back.
Zanyia watched, fingering her pussy, purring with such joy. She crouched, knees splayed wide, her breasts jiggling between them. She licked her lips, her tawny hair shifting in the wind blowing through our camp.
“Oh, you two are so pretty together,” the lamia purred, three fingers digging into her cunt. “I'm so glad you own me, Master.”
The audience spurred me to pleasure my sister with all my skill, to thrust my cock into her depths and feel her quiver around me. Kora moaned into my lips, fingernails scratching at my back as her hips bucked more, meeting my thrusts. Her nipples rubbed into my chest.
My hand stroked up her side, up to her breast. I squeezed her round mound, feeling the plumpness of her. I groaned into her sweet mouth, the friction of my little sister's pussy building around my dick. My balls ached and swelled, growing tighter and tighter.
I wanted to cum in my sister.
To flood her.
And her pussy clenched on my cock, eager for my forbidden seed.
I broke the kiss, resting my forehead on hers, staring into her blue eyes. “Kora,” I groaned. “My sweet Kora.”
“Sven!” She said my name like a charm, a prayer. “Oh, Sven, yes! Rithi's beautiful eyes, I've dreamed of this. I masturbated to you taking me. When I lay with men, I pretend they're you.”
“How do I compare?” I asked with a grin, thrusting harder.
Her pussy clenched on my dick, her thighs so tight. “They pale. Oh, brother mine, yes!”
“Sister dear!” I panted, the pressure building in my balls. “I'm going to spill in you. But not until I feel you quivering on my cock. I want to feel you cum, sister dear. You want to be my whore, prove it!”
She grinned at me, her hips moving, her pussy rippling. She'd mastered the arts of sex at the temple. She knew every position, every technique to please man or woman. I groaned, feeling the way she worked her pussy on my dick, squeezing, clenching, relaxing, the skill.
“Pater's cock!” I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, my balls smacking into her depths. “You are teasing me.”
“It's so much fun!” she moaned. “It's a whore's job to satiate her man.”
“You're doing that,” I gasped. “Pater's mighty cock, what a pussy you have, sister dear.”
I kissed her again, our tongues meeting. My finger and thumb pinched her nipple, rolling her nub. She trembled beneath me. Her thighs gripped my waist hard, her hips pivoting beneath me, swirling her pussy about my thrusting cock. The silky slide of her hot, forbidden cunt sent surges of rapture through me.
Her fingernails bit into my back.
She moaned into our kiss.
Her pussy rippled about my dick. Paroxysms convulsed her sheath as I plunged my sword over and over into her. I groaned, the massaging friction of her orgasm sending rapture shooting through me, increasing the heat boiling my balls.
My thrusts grew harder, erratic. The pressure reached its crescendo. My sister trembled beneath me, cumming on my dick, as I slammed my shaft hard into her. I had to cum. I was too close. There was no stopping me.
“Yes, yes, cum in her, Master!” yowled the lamia, her fingers plunging into her pussy with such juicy sounds.
My sister's pussy milked my cock. She wanted my cum.
And I gave it to her.
“Sister dear!” I howled, breaking our kiss. My cum fired into her convulsing pussy.
“Yes, yes, cum in me, brother mine!” Her thighs squeezed so tight on my waist.
I spurted so much jizz into her. My balls unloaded into the heaven of her pussy. I groaned and gasped, trembling atop her. We cried out our forbidden rapture together. And then I collapsed on her. I nuzzled into her neck, panting, moaning.
She moaned into my ear, “That was amazing, brother mine. Better than I dreamed of.”
“Yes,” I groaned.
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Kora Falk
“Rithi's beautiful eyes and skilled fingers!” I howled, squirming on the bedroll in the tent as Zanyia lapped at my cum-filled pussy. Her rough tongue dug through my folds, licking out all of my step-brother's jizz.
Sven watched, leaning on his elbow beside me. His hand idly played with my left breast, tracing the tattoo marking my becoming a Sunbeam of Rithi, what other priestly orders called an acolyte. Those had been happier days back in Az. Before our parents and younger sister died.
“Gods, you know how to please a woman, Zanyia.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” purred the lamia, her tawny tail swishing above the curve of her ass. She knelt with her rump thrust up in the air, her face buried between my thighs. Her ears twitched like any cat's.
Her feminine, mischievous face pressed back into my pussy, her rough tongue digging out more of my cum. I savored the lamia's ministrations, pleasure rippling through my body. I squirmed then gasped as Sven pinched a nipple.
A hot shudder rippled through me. Making love to Sven, being his whore and mistress, fulfilled all my girlish fantasies. Satiating them beyond belief. Just the memory of his kiss, of his body on me, burned through my flesh.
And Zanyia licked out the proof of our illicit affair.
After Sven came in me, he carried me into our tent and took me again. Another glorious union of our flesh while Zanyia watched in the corner, masturbating, so happy for us. The catgirl grew on me rapidly. Though it was wrong to keep her as slave, the simple joy she took in serving us and our taboo love touched me deeply.
“Zanyia, you sweet thing,” I groaned. “Oh, yes.”
“Keep licking her,” my brother groaned, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
Tingles raced down to my pussy.
“Always, Master!” she yowled between licks, her tail swishing back and forth.
I stared at her tail, momentarily hypnotized by its flicking movement, a tawny blur slashing across the air, pausing and then slashing back. I ground my pussy into her mouth, moaning out my pleasure, bemused as the delight rippled through me.
And then her rough tongue found my clit. She lapped against my bud. My body quivered, my pussy clenching. I gasped out in rapture, my back arching. My gaze snapped up to the ceiling of the tent, the rising sun bleeding through the brown fabric.
“Rithi's beautiful eyes!” I moaned, crying out to my Goddess. “Oh, yes, Zanyia! Keep licking my clit. I'm going to explode on your mouth.”
“Yummy!” moaned the catgirl.
She flicked her tongue so fast against it. No human female had ever done it like that. Her tongue blurred as I squirmed. She drummed my clit. Every strike sent a rapturous beat through my body. My pussy clenched, forcing out more of my brother's cum from my depths.
Sven's blue eyes found mine, his handsome face grinning. “Just explode on her face, sister dear.”
“Yes, brother mine!”
My thighs clamped about the
lamia's cheeks. I held her face in place as she played my clit. My body bucked. My toes curled into the bedding. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure surged out of my spasming pussy.
Juices gushed out onto the lamia's face.
She lapped at my cream and my brother's cum flooding out of my depths as I orgasmed. The pleasure surged through me. I bucked and groaned, shivering on my bedding. Sven kissed me, drinking in my passion singing from my mouth.
I quivered, a taut string of a harp plucked by a master harpist. My breasts heaved, the amulet swaying between them. The music serenaded my mind with ecstasy. Every note perfect harmony. A great crescendo surged through me, louder and louder until it hit it' peak.
And then the shuddering, buzzing decrescendo as it died to a delicious low, leaving me trembling.
Sven broke our kiss. “You are radiant when you cum, sister dear.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, a great lethargy sinking down on me. We'd been up since yesterday morning, traveling all day, and then our late night raid. “And you are masculine perfection. I should paint you in the throes of ecstasy.”
“I'd love to see that,” Sven said, his arms wrapping about me. “I would love to see you paint again.”
Though my blood simmered with the vestiges of my orgasm, and my heart rejoiced to have my step-brother's strong arms around me, sadness touched my soul. I couldn't paint him. Not so long as we were fugitives from Prince Meinard. Best I could do was make charcoal sketches.
As though he read my mind, my brother whispered, “We'll end him. We'll avenge our parents. Avenge Katriana.”
I nodded my head, fierceness beating in my heart. Fire roared in my memory. The horror of burning timbers crashing inward, great fountains of sparks spraying outward, smoke rising into the sky.
I rolled onto my side, feeling my brother's chest against my back, his breath on my neck. Tears burned in my eyes as I closed them. I trembled, fearing the dreams to come, the flames raging.
And then Zanyia snuggled against me, curled up in a ball, purring softly as she pressed her face into my breasts. My arms went around her slim form. She felt so light and young. Like Katriana. The smiling face of my little sister blossomed in my mind.
The flames snuffed as I pulled Zanyia close to me. I stroked her back as I drifted off to sleep. She wasn't our sister, but she had her innocence. Her joy of life. Laughter echoed in my mind instead of roaring fire.
No nightmares intruded upon my rest.
Chapter Five: Catgirl's Naughty Fun
Zanyia
My eyes blinked open, staring right into Mistress's round breasts. She still held me. I grasped her tits, snuggling into them, wanting to go to sleep. I closed my eyes, breathing in the sweetness of her scent, savoring the feel of her tits.
But I was awake.
My ears twitched. Other scents filled my nose. With a sigh, my tail swishing behind me. I rolled out of Mistress's embrace and into a crouch, my knees spread wide, my arms between them. I looked around the room, padding on all fours. I could walk on two legs quite well, but it was fun going on all four. It kept my nose closer to the ground.
I explored around the small tent, blinking my eyes. I reached their packs, opening them up, eager to see what was in there. Mistress had spare clothing, more pink clerical robes, along with pencils and brushes, and even parchment wrapped up in oilcloth. Master's had more of his clothing, plus food and other supplies, a whetstone, more small throwing daggers that looked like crosses with four sharpened ends.
And a small statue of a naked woman, the details captured exquisitely in alabaster. It looked to be the size of his hand from fingertip to palm. I sniffed it, and then studied the woman. She looked young and so pretty.
“Who are you?” I asked.
Master moved, letting out a sleepy sigh.
I set the statue back down and turned my head. He'd rolled onto his back, his slim, though still muscular body, mostly exposed to my sight. Including his dick. It throbbed half-hard on his belly, twitching with his heartbeat.
I licked my lips.
I padded quietly around the sleeping pair, Mistress still resting on her side, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her round breasts piled together, the ruby amulet trapped between them. Master's right arm lay trapped beneath her. Sensing he'd pulled away, she rolled over in her sleep, snuggling up against him.
They were so beautiful together. Even if they were step-brother and step-sister. Like that should even matter.
My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master's dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.
And attacked.
I seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress's tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.
And so yummy.
His shaft twitched when I reached the spongy tip. I circled it. He groaned, his face twisting as he felt my tongue. I'd never voluntarily sucked a man's cock before. But I'd never had a Master who cared for me. I grew up in Istandar Zizthithana's kennel, trained from early on to please naga and the human males who pleased them. They whipped me and beat me and forced me to do so many nasty things.
But I'd do them so willingly for Sven and Kora.
My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. My butt wiggled, my tail swishing faster and faster. I purred as I licked. Master's cock swelled in my grip, throbbing with his heartbeat, growing bigger and bigger. My tongue probed at his slit, gathering up his salty precum.
He groaned.
“You like that, Master?” I probed again.
He groaned, chest flexing.
“Yep. And I'd bet you'll love this.”
I opened my mouth wide, mindful of my sharp teeth, and engulfed his cock. He was bigger than my last master, Warleader Therek. I'd never have to suck his cock again. Master killed him. So I put all my effort into pleasing the dick in my mouth.
I sucked.
I swirled my tongue.
I bobbed my head.
My hands stroked his shaft and played with his balls.
I stared at Master's face, watching him twitch and groan as I pleased his dick. His eyes fluttered, moving back and forth rapidly beneath his eyelids. And then they opened, the blue of the sky staring unfocused at me.
“Zanyia?” he groaned, sounding groggy.
I popped my mouth off his dick. “Master!” I squealed. “You have such a yummy cock.”
My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. And Master's dick throbbed in my hand as he blinked sleepy eyes. He needed to cum. I needed to cum. And I had the perfect solution to make that happen for the both of us.
“Pater's mighty cock!” he grunted as I impaled my tight pussy on his thick dick.
“Oh, yes, Master, you fill my pussy up so nicely!” I shifted on him, my purr rising in my throat, rumbling through my body. My fingers scratched at his strong chest, my claws safely retracted.
“You are a wanton one,” he moaned as I slid my pussy up and down his cock.
“Uh-huh,” I panted, my hips swiveling, my ears brushing the top of the tent when I reached the pinnacle of his dick. “You make me so wet. You're such a wonderful Master. I have to please you!”
“You're doing that,” he groaned as my pussy clenched on his dick.
Kora's eyes flicked open. “Sven?” she murmured, sleepy. “What's going on?”
“I'm riding Master's cock!” I said proudly, my small breasts bouncing before me. My fingers curled, scratching at his chest. “He's so big. He fills me up!”
“Yes, he does,” Kora smiled, pushing back her blonde hair to expose her face. “Aren't you just such a wanton thing?”
“That's what Master said!” I beamed, riding his dick faster, savoring the slid of his cock in and out of my flesh. Burning friction swelled in my depths.
So I purred with such joy.
Which sent new thrills racing through me.
Master's left hand, calloused from fighting, rubbed at my right thigh. He stroked me, grinning at me while his sister nuzzled at his neck. Her breasts pressed against his body. He held her with his right arm, his hand squeezing her curvy rump.
“Gods, Zanyia, you are so wild,” groaned Master, hand squeezing my thigh as it slid up to my waist. “Just so hungry—”
“Sven!” a small voice said from his pack, feminine and refined.
“Ava!” Kora gasped in fright. And then, to my utter shock, she bolted out of the tent. Literally diving naked through the flaps to escape.
“What?” I gasped, impaling my pussy on Master's cock, my head swiveling around. Who said that?
And then, climbing out of Master's pack, was the alabaster statue of the naked woman. I blinked my eyes, grinding my clit into Master's pubic bone. The statue moved with a willowy grace, hips curving, stone breasts jiggling like they were not made of hard rock but firm flesh. She climbed down from the pack and made her away across the tent to the bedding.
“I was so worried,” the statue said. “You didn't call me back after the raid.”
“Sorry, Ava,” Sven said, his right arm reaching out and snagging the statue about the waist with his thumb and forefinger. Not a hard grasp, but gentle. He lifted her and set her on his chest.
The statute took a moment to steady herself, shifting as his chest rose and fell with his movement. She turned around, staring up at me, hands going to her hips. “Well, I see why you were distracted, Sven.”
“That's Zanyia,” Sven said. “This is Princess Ava of Kivoneth.”
“His betrothed,” Ava added.
“I'm his slave,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Slave?” The Ava statue whirled around, staring up at Sven. She stamped a little foot into his curly chest hair. “You have a slave?”