by Reed James
Because neither of us knew the other had these taboo feelings.
So I was stuck on the other side of the common room, sipping my wine, wishing I could lick my step-brother's cum off Elli's magnificent bosom. I'd lap up every drop I could find. I would drink his cum off her tits and revel in them. My pussy clenched so hard.
“Another refill, Heidi?” asked another barmaid.
Zanyia gave me a curious look as I said, “No.” When the maid left, I whispered, “Hans and Heidi are the two names my brother and I go by here. We're fugitives.”
The lamia gave me a toothy grin. Then she crawled into my lap, purring. She nuzzled her face into mine, her tongue lapping at my chin and lips while her ears twitched. I held her body, clothed in a light smock, the most amount I could get her to wear.
She wanted to go naked everywhere.
“He loves you, you know that,” she said after she finished bathing my face with her tongue.
“I know that,” I sighed, rocking her on my lap. I did enjoy holding her to me. “But still...” I loathed those three women right now, able to lap up his cum and get fingered by him in the middle of the common room. I wanted to be one of those whores he bent over a table and just fucked for all the world to see.
My pussy burned so much for it.
“I know what will cheer you up,” Zanyia grinned then wet her lips.
“What?” I asked.
“Cumming!”
~ * ~
Princess Ava – Echur, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch
I scuttled through my step-father's study again. I'd done this hundreds of times. But I can't find his secret. It had to be in here somewhere. But after three days of searching, I couldn't find it. I used every moment of free time I had, leaving the jade beetle hidden in the room.
So long as my father was gone, no one would discover it. But he could return at any day. I had to find it.
I crawled across the desk. I'd managed to open it up just enough for me to wiggle my body in. I crawled up the side; my little feet had these sharp claws and the wood, while looking smooth to me as a big human, was actually full of all these little grooves and bumps I could grip on.
No wonder insects could crawl on walls and ceilings.
I scurried up the two body lengths to the top, how I measured everything. I perched on top of the drawer, looking around for a new place to explore, struggling to think where my father might have hidden his secret.
Unless it wasn't in here.
My wings fluttered in agitation. It had to be in here. I needed to find this. He had to be stopped. He had to pay for the cruel acts he did. I'd searched through all the books on his shelves, looking for any hidden papers in them. I went behind every piece of furniture, looking for anything hidden. I'd even wiggled my body beneath his throw rug, spending over an hour in the suffocating darkness going back and forth across the floor searching for a concealed trap door.
Nothing.
I sighed, crawling down the desk drawer three body lengths to the bottom and...
Three body lengths?
I scurried back up it to the top and peered inside the drawer. I could see the bottom. Only a few loose quills rattled around in this drawer. Nothing else. But... It wasn't as deep on the inside as the outside. Why?
A hidden compartment?
My antennae twitched. I crawled inside. I scrambled around the bottom, probing the wooden bottom with my antennae. And... There was gap. Between the bottom and the sides. It was a panel laid over a compartment.
I clicked my mandibles and set about prying up the edges. Finally.
~ * ~
Zizthithana, Istandar of Hizzithya – Kozzithni, The Shahdom of Shizhuth
My scales rasped together as I sat coiled on my battlements, staring out at the city of Kozzithni, the capital of the province I ruled. The humans scurried about their tasks while my soldiers patrolled the street keeping order.. The sun set red over the Despeir Mountains to the west. I gazed at it, my forked tongue flicking out of my mouth.
“He's overdue,” I hissed, not seeing anything on the road leading from the pass.
“Yes, dread mistress,” my lamia slave yowled, kneeling at my side naked, her leash held in my right hand. My left slid down my naked torso, crossing the boundary where my human skin met the scales of my lower body, the silky soft transitioning to polished marble.
“This isn't good.” My tongue flicked again. Therek's cargo was too important to my client for it to be lost. My scales rasped louder, my stomach twisted. I needed to keep my client happy. I needed the promised power to seize control of the Shahdom, to elevate myself from the ruler of Hizzithya and seize the throne for myself.
“Perhaps he was merely delayed,” Shilia purred, the lamia rubbing her cheek against my scales, the sensation rippling through my body.
I yanked on her chain. She let out a coughing whimper, her collar choking her neck, pain flaring in her slitted eyes. “Delayed? He knows the importance of his mission. He'd let nothing delay him.”
“Then... where... is... he...?” Shilia choked, face turning red, ears twitching violently.
I hissed my frustration. “Send for Gorth'in. We leave in the morning.”
I gazed at the Despeir Mountains, tongue flicking the air, tasting Shilia's fear as she scampered away, her leash sliding out of my loosened grip. I tightened my coiled lower body, the serpentine scales rubbing together.
Only one thing could have stopped Warleader Therek: death. A chill sank into my heart. My client would not be pleased at all.
Chapter Ten: Sister's Naughty Dance
Kora Falk – Cheyvn, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch
It was hard not to smile at the enthusiasm on Zanyia's face as she slid off my lap and beneath the table I sat at. I shivered, my eyes flicking back over to my step-brother, a big grin on his face as Marita and Josephine licked his cum off Elli's big tits. He loved the depraved sight. And so did I. My pussy burned so hot, my mouth watering to lick those white globes of spunk off the busty maid's breasts.
I loved my brother's cum. The last few days, making love to Sven and Zanyia every time we camped as we journeyed to Cheyvn, were magical. And now we had to pretend we weren't lovers again.
Zanyia's purring grew louder beneath the table. She opened my pink robes. Other men in the common room drew their eyes from my brother's depraved fun to me, leering as my breasts slipped into view, the ruby amulet nestled between them. My boobs were round, my pink nipples upswept, my left tit encircled by the tattoo of a flowering vine. They lusted for me.
In the past, I'd take one or two to my bed, letting them fuck me to satiate the ache for my brother. But now... I didn't want to settle for other men. I wanted my brother. I wanted him right now. His cock sliding in me, fucking me before all these people, letting them see our taboo love.
Zanyia's smooth cheek rubbed down my inner thigh, her purring rumbling out of her throat. She sounded so much like a cat. Her head came into view, peeking out from beneath the table, her tawny ears twitching. I shivered, glad I had her.
And then her mouth nuzzled into my shaved pussy. I gave a whimper, my twin braids shifting behind me. Zanyia's rough tongue, so different from a human's, lapped through my folds. Her pale fingers stroked my thighs as she nuzzled into my snatch, drinking my juices like a cat at the milk saucer.
“Oh, you naughty lamia,” I groaned, shifting on the chair, my eyes watching my brother. He spoke, looking animated while the barmaids cleaned his spunk off Elli's tits. “He's telling them about rescuing you, I bet. Making it seem far more heroic and outstanding then it was. He's a good storyteller.”
“He was heroic, Mistress,” Zanyia purred. “He saved me and fought Therek.”
I smiled. “Yes, he did.”
The lamia lapped through my pussy again. Another shiver ran through my body, my breasts quivering, the amulet swaying between them. I felt the eyes on me, men leering, wishing to fuck the priestess of Rithi, to discover if we
could make love as well as a temple-prostitute of Slata. Juices flooded out of me and into Zanyia's licking mouth.
“You going to dance for us, Heidi?” a gruff voice asked, using the pseudonym I went by. Kora Falk had a bounty on her head.
“Maybe,” I groaned. “After my little kitty-cat licks me to an orgasm.”
A cheer went up through the men, attracting my brother's blue eyes. He grinned at me for a moment before the maids caught his attention again. Elli rose, her big tits bouncing, licked clean of spunk, as she settled on his lap.
“What did you do?” I heard her ask over the crowd. “When the warleader came awake?”
My brother grinned at her. I knew from the way his face twitched that Elli's pussy slid down his dick. My cunt clenched hard. My thighs tightened on Zanyia's face, trapping the lamia against my dripping snatch.
She tongued me so hard, brushing my clit with that delicious, rough texture of her tongue. My body quivered, breasts jiggling and seat creaking. I loved how the amulet swayed between them. Then she slammed her tongue into my hot depths, teasing my sheath as she wiggled her tongue in circles.
“Zanyia, yes!” I groaned. “Rithi's delicate fingers, you're such a good kitty-cat.”
Zanyia purred louder. The rumbles buzzed through my pussy. Her nose rubbed at my clit, her tongue rooting around while her ears twitched more. I flicked my gaze from her golden eyes staring up at me to Elli riding my brother's cock. Not hard and fast, but slow, savoring that delicious shaft in her cunt. Lucky slut.
I'd savor it, too.
A whimper escaped my lips, Zanyia's tongue probing as deep as she could reach into my pussy. Delight rippled through me, building and building as more and more men gathered near me, rubbing at their crotches while sipping tankards of foamy ale.
“She's dancing right now for us,” one grinned, a thick, blond beard gracing his face, his body muscular from labor. The type of rugged man I used to fuck when I couldn't have Sven.
Maybe I had fucked him.
“Gods, she is,” another groaned. “Show us Rithi's beauty, Radiant!”
“Yes!” I gasped, my hands squeezing my tits, lifting them up for their appreciation. Art was found in everything, even sex. But if no one witnessed it, if no one saw it, then they couldn't see its beauty. The more they stared at me, the hotter I became as I performed. “Watch the little kitty-cat lick my pussy. I'm going to cream her face.”
“Give Zanyia what she wants!” my brother shouted over the men.
“Yes, Hans!” I moaned, remembering his fake name.
“Yes, yes, do it, Heidi,” gasped Elli, throwing a look over her shoulder as she rode my brother's cock. Her big, naked breasts bounced before his face.
I licked my lips, wishing to share that busty beauty with my step-brother. To suck on those tits with him, to nibble on those fat nipples, and then lick her pussy from beneath the table as she rode up and down his cock, waiting for him to spill in her. Then when she slid her snatch off his dick, I'd be ready. I'd lock my mouth over her hole and drink the taboo jizz leaking out.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I performed. “Oh, you naughty kitty-cat, lick my pussy. Make me cream that face.”
Zanyia purred louder. She licked and lapped and nuzzled through my snatch. Her rough tongue caressed my labia, played with my clit, sent pleasure racing through my body. I spasmed and gasped. My moans sang through the common room, meeting with the rising moans of Elli and the lust of the watching men.
I grinned at them. I pursed my lips and fluttered my blue eyes. I made them hard. I made them horny. Other buxom lasses, moving through the room, giggled as they were pulled onto laps, their bodices coming open, heavy tits spilling into view. They were sucked on by hungry lips; their asses fondled, their skirts hiked.
The buxom lasses, who gave the inn its name, were infamous for their friendly service. They were always ready to give a patron an extra treat. Each and every one had the appetites to be a Priestess of Slata. But they were earthier girls, not ones who wanted the cloistered life of a priestess and only enjoying men during allotted times.
They were eager to fuck at any time.
And I inspired them. “Rithi's creative gaze!” I gasped. “Yes, yes, yes!”
My excitement built as art burned around me: Elli riding my brother's cock faster, her braided pigtails bouncing around her, big tits heaving. A redheaded maid name Annika gasped and shuddered, stretched out on a table while two men sucked on her big tits and a third reamed her pussy. Mirjam, another maid, moaned her rapture, taking a cock up her ass, a big, burly miner ramming hard into her and making her squeal.
My orgasm swelled in me. I pinched my nipples, delighting in the beauty of sex roaring around me. The air filled with the juicy musk of hot pussy. My snatch clenched on Zanyia's tongue whipping through my sheath, stirring me to a froth as she purred, wanting me to cum.
Loving me.
“Beautiful Rithi, yes!” I gasped and bucked, crying out to my patron. “Zanyia, you wonderful kitty-cat!”
I came.
My pussy spasmed hard. My juices squirted out. Zanyia lapped up the flood, her golden cat-eyes burning with delight. Her ears twitched as her tongue licked through my cumming folds. Every caress sent new waves of rapture shooting through me.
“Heidi!” cheered the men watching me, drinking in the beauty of my orgasm, watching my art writhe before their very eyes.
Rapture drowned my mind. Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I gasped and whimpered. I pinched my nipples, twisting them as my eyes fluttered. My chair creaked as I leaned back into it. A violent spasm wracked my body, propelling my orgasm to its peak.
I hung there, my eyes catching my brother's, his face twisted in rapture as he watched me cum while flooding Elli's pussy. For a heartbeat that lasted an eternity, we held each other's gaze. I felt our taboo love blazing so hot.
And wished we performed together. No art should be forbidden.
My pleasure crashed. I groaned, slumping into the chair, my face flushed. The men cheered, some stroking their cocks, honoring me with their own sloppy art as their cum spurted and splashed onto the floor.
Zanyia lifted her cream-smeared face from my thighs and beamed at me. “And now you really need to perform.”
I blinked at her and then smiled, realizing what she meant.
~ * ~
Sven Falk
“Oh, Hans, yes,” Elli moaned, her pussy milking out the last of my cum. “Gods, you are such a stud. You have to tell me who enchanted your cock to have so much staying power.”
I grinned at her, pulling my gaze away from my sister. “You please a priestess of Slata more than she's ever experienced, and she'll do things for you.”
“You wicked stud,” giggled curvy Josephine, the maid's sandy-blonde hair framing her round face. Plump cheeks glowed with excitement, her skirts hiked up, showing off her soaked pubic hair. “It's my turn, Elli. Get off of him. But thanks for lubing him.”
“Oh, going for anal?” Elli asked, shuddering as she rose on my dick.
“Always,” grinned Josephine.
I groaned, my dick twitching, loving the silky glide of Elli's pussy. Then she popped off, sitting herself on the table. Marita fell to her knees, burying her head beneath Elli's skirt. The buxom maid gasped as Marita lapped her pussy clean.
My dick twitched.
Josephine slid before me, her naked rump, a curvy masterpiece, wiggling before me. Then she sat down, my dick prodding at her pussy. She shivered, sliding forward. I groaned, the wet tip of my dick rubbing past her taint and sinking between the cheeks of her ass. I felt her sphincter.
She impaled her asshole down my cock.
“Oh, gods, Hans!” she whimpered, her bowels sinking down my pussy-lubed cock. “Oh, what a gift you are. Slata be praised for creating you.”
“I think my mother and father created me,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around her body, my hands finding her large tits.
“Mmm, but Slata created motherhood.
And she birthed humans, so she created us all.”
I grunted, squeezing her tits. “Then she created this tight asshole wrapped about my cock. I should visit her temple again.”
“And that priestess who enchanted your dick?” she asked. “You want to make her cum again?”
“Imagine what she'll do if I satiate her like never before a second time.”
Josephine laughed, her bowels clenching on my cock. Then she leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the table beside Elli. The table creaked as she used her arms to help raise her asshole on my dick. Hot friction burned. I groaned, moving my hands to her hips, gripping her waist through her bunched-up skirts.
And fucked her on my shaft.
A cheer went through the common room. My sister, naked, climbed onto her table, Zanyia leaning on it, staring up at her ass. I groaned, my dick throbbing as I drank in her beauty. Her vine tattoos intertwined on her pale body, the pink flowers captured in perfection, some opening into blossoms, others, buds closed virgin tight. Her blonde braids swayed down her sleek back as the men clapped a beat around her.
My dick throbbed in Josephine's ass as I worked her up and down my shaft. Her hot bowels caressed my cock with velvety delight. I groaned, my hands clenching about her hips as my eyes locked onto my sister.
I shouldn't stare at her with such lust. What if someone noticed?
But as her hips began their slow undulation, dancing with an unseen lover, I couldn't look away. My mouth went dry. My balls throbbed, filling with another load to dump into Josephine's ass. My sister's sway grew, her breasts jiggling, her upswept nipples so hard, and the ruby flashing between her tits arrested the gaze on her delicious assets.
Her hands caressed her body, touching herself like they were her unseen lover's hands. Her blue eyes caught mine. And I knew who she thought of touching her. I groaned, bouncing Josephine faster and faster on my dick.
“What a beauty,” Elli gasped. “Look at her.”
I only nodded.
Kora spun now, her hands sliding up her body, cupping her breasts while her hips rotated in circles, moving in such limber fashion. Her feet glided across the table, hardly touching it like she danced on a cloud instead of rough wood. Her braids flared out, the men whistling and cheering around her.
