Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  She prepared to feast.

  “You are a treasure in truth,” he groaned, cupping my small breast, a handful that fit his palm. I shivered as he massaged my nipple. It felt just like I remembered. If my proxy could cry, tears would fall down my eyes. “And you feel this?”

  “Of course I feel this,” I moaned, my sparkling arms going around his neck. “What do I feel like?”

  “Soft and smooth all at the same time. Impossibly smooth, like glass. And cool. Not warm, but not cold, either.” He thumbed my nipple.

  I gasped.

  He grinned. “But you are still as responsive as ever.”

  I moved closer to him, tilting my head in invitation. He claimed my lips. I closed my eyes, savoring this. A year without him. A year apart because of my bastard step-father. But now I could enjoy him. I could be with him on his quest, help him to undo my father's works.

  His hands slid around my sleek body, cupping my ass. His fingers dimpled my ass. His cock rubbed against my belly, wet with the whore he fucked before summing me. He must have sent her out of his room after he finished.

  I nibbled on his lip, biting a little hard. He winced, his hands squeezing harder. Then he kissed me with such passion, loving me. I trembled against him, squirming, grinding against that throbbing cock. I burned to feel him in me.

  He broke the kiss. “They feel just like your lips, that same softness. But...”

  “It's close enough,” I told him. “I can feel your heart thudding beneath your chest.”

  He shivered, opened his mouth to say something, didn't. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I groaned, loving it. His hands kneaded my ass as he walked us to the bed. I groaned, trembling as he turned me, lowering me down.

  The bed groaned.

  He broke the kiss. “I think you've put on weight, your Highness.”

  “That's not funny,” I told him. “I'm still dainty, even if I'm made entirely of stone.”

  He laughed. “I'm not sure I could even carry you.”

  “But you can love me,” I moaned as he loomed over me. I ran pink, glittering fingers up and down his chest, brushing his golden hairs. I twined my digits around them. “And I need to be loved by you.”

  He licked his lips, then he leaned down and sucked on my nipple. I groaned, my crystal nub throbbing between his lips. I gasped, my back reaching. My eyes rolled back in my head as he loved me. He nibbled and sucked, his hand finding my other nub.

  Pinching.

  “Oh, Sven, yes,” I gasped. Pleasure rippled through my proxy while distantly I felt pleasure tumble through my real body, Greta feasting on my pussy.

  Sven nibbled my nipple. I gasped, the surge of roaring delight drowning out the sensations of my real body. All that mattered was Sven loving me. He twisted my other nub, lifting his lips from my nipple.

  “This is amazing,” he groaned. “To feel stone behave like flesh.” He released my twisted nipple. It sprang back into its proper shape.

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, my pussy itching. It felt so weird to be so dry and yet so excited.

  He slid down my body, kissing my sparkling belly. I groaned, twisting, his fingers following the swirling patterns of milky white that broke up the soft rose. The candle flickered, painting my body in dancing shadows, stars twinkling across my flesh.

  I groaned and thought I heard another female voice moaning, too.

  “Did you have the maid hide under the bed?” I asked as he reached my bellybutton.

  He laughed. “Of course not. Just me and you.”

  I groaned as his tongue swirled into my navel. I loved it. I trembled, my pussy clenching, thighs squeaking as they rubbed together. They did feel like flexible glass instead of silky skin. But I didn't care because Sven went lower.

  He reached my bush, my hairs a craved mass of lines instead of individual strands. He nuzzled at them, moving lower and lower until he found my tight pussy. And parted me. I gasped as his tongue wiggled into my smooth depths, teasing my labia.

  “You still feel the pleasure?” he asked. “Even though you're dry.”

  “Yes!” I moaned as he nibbled on my labia. “Oh, Sven, yes! Gods, you know how to please a woman.”

  “When you love the feminine, you have to explore every bit of a woman. You have to understand them.”

  “You were such a dedicated student,” I groaned as he licked up to my clit, sucking on the crystal bud. “You examined so many different subjects.”

  He only groaned, wiggling his tongue into my soft, crystal depths. I shivered, squirming, his tongue bathing my sensitive flesh. Pleasure raced through me. I squeezed my glass tits. My nipples sparkled and gleamed before me as my body quivered.

  Rapture built in me.

  Sven devoured me. His stubble rasped on my glass-smooth labia. Tingling delight rippled out of my body. I squirmed and moaned. My eyes fluttered. I gasped, the bed creaking as my squirming grew more and more passionate, the pleasure building and building in me.

  His nose brushed my clit as his tongue swirled through my depths, reaching as deep as he could go into me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I squeaked out such wanton delight. My breasts heaved as I sucked in breaths, the pressure building and building in me.

  My Sven touched me again. Made love to me. A year without him. A year of my step-father's molestation in his place.

  His tongue flicked up through my folds, brushed my clit. He circled my nub. I drank in the pleasure, gasping, squeaking. He latched onto it, sucking so hard. My body convulsed. Rapture spasmed through me.

  I came.

  My body bucked. The bed creaked even louder, wood straining as my crystal flesh heaved. My head tossed back and forth, my hair swaying, moving together as a single whole instead of individual hairs. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst through them.

  “Take me, Sven!” I howled. “Pater's cock, I need you in me! Please, please, cum in me!”

  “Yes, my sweet princess,” he groaned, sliding his body up mine.

  He kissed me again. I longed to taste my fresh juices on him. But all I tasted was him. His cock prodded my crystal pussy lips. They parted for him. He slid into my slick depths. Though I had no juices, being made of smooth crystal allowed him to pump into my depths without effort.

  He groaned into the kiss, his weight on me. I felt his strong chest on my nipples, teasing them as his dick plunged over and over into my pussy. I groaned, pumping my hips, grinding my clit into his pubic mound every time he bottomed out in me.

  “Sven!” I gasped, wrapping arms about his neck, thighs about his hips. “Yes, yes, yes! I've missed this so much.”

  “Me, too,” he groaned, thrusting so hard, his balls smacking into my taint, smacking into my flesh.

  My body shuddered as I heaved beneath him. I writhed, pleasure spilling through me, another orgasm swelling in my excited depths. I had my Sven in me. Filling me. I crushed him to my chest, reveling in his strength as his lips nibbled at my stony neck.

  We groaned and gasped together, sharing our passion. Our hips moved faster and faster, our bodies building to our explosive release. I squeaked out in delight. My body thrashing beneath his. My fingernails clenching into his back.

  “Sven!” I gasped.

  “Yes, yes, Ava!” he groaned.

  “Cum with me!”

  He rammed into my crystalline pussy. My proxy drank in the friction of his dick, transmuting it into rapture rushing through my artificial body. I groaned, my pussy clenching on his dick. He bottomed out in me, my clit rubbing into his pubic bone.

  Striking sparks that fell on hot fuel.

  Flames raged through me. My pussy spasmed hard on his dick. He groaned, drawing back through my convulsing snatch. The fire burned through my nethers, spreading through my body so fast, consuming me as Sven rammed back into my depths.

  “Ava!”

  His cum fired into my depths.

  “Yes, yes, Sven!” I howled.

  Again I thought I heard a woman moan as I wr
ithed in rapture. I bucked beneath my lover. My man. My pussy milked his dick of his wonderful cum. My crystalline limbs held him tight, keeping him pressed into my rosy flesh. I mewled and moaned as he grunted and groaned.

  We achieved ecstasy together, sharing it.

  “Love you,” he groaned into my ear.

  I smiled, my pleasure peaking through me. “Mmm, you're my man. My betrothed no matter what Father says.” I nipped his ear. “And I have good news.”

  “Hmm?” he asked.

  “I found where my father's hiding his secret,” I purred.

  Sven stiffened. “To his proxy army?”

  I nodded my head, grinning at his excitement. “You need to find a faerie.”

  Chapter Thirteen: Frustrated Silence

  Kora Falk – Cheyvn, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch

  I bit my lip, trying not to moan aloud as I masturbated in the corner of my step-brother's inn room. Three fingers of my right hand plunged in and out of my silky, wet pussy. Pleasure rippled through my body, soft whimpers escaping my lips. My left hand massaged my round breast, tugging on a pink nipple, twisting it.

  It was so hot. My brother's muscular ass rising and falling, pumping away as he plunged his cock over and over into Princess Ava's proxy. The rose-quartz statue heaved beneath my brother, moaning with the princess's sultry gasps. Her red-pink skin, swirled with milky white, glittered like a field of stars as she moved.

  A work of art.

  A shiver rushed through my body. I shouldn't be moving. My spell didn't make me invisible, only blended me into the background. Too much movement made it obvious. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to join them. I wanted to crawl in their bed and make love to them both. To share my brother with the princess.

  But then she would know about our taboo relationship. She'd despise us for crossing that line. Being as despicable as her step-father who craved her flesh. Who sought to bed his own step-daughter and transgress in her pussy. Sven and I had to hide our forbidden love.

  But I didn't want to.

  Juices trickled down my thighs. Their moans echoed through the room, building to their climax. And I rose with them. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. Silky pleasure rippled through my body while my orgasm approached, hurtling at me like an out-of-control carriage, unstoppable.

  I wanted it so much.

  Sven drove his cock harder, the princess's moans screeching from her lips. The wonder of sex enhanced by the art of her body. I wished to paint them in their embrace, capturing their rapture for all time, immortalize the love and desire they shared.

  “Sven,” I whimpered, my pussy tightening on my digits.

  He groaned, driving into her, flooding the proxy's body with his cum. My cunt spasmed, twitched, so envious of them. I loved the feel of his forbidden cum pumping into my depths, filling me to the brim. I quivered, caught on the cusp of exploding, wishing I writhed with them.

  Ava whimpered her own rapture, pleasured by my brother. A stud who gave women the pleasure they craved. He pleased them. Pleased me. And instead of jealousy, I felt joy that he gave Ava such ecstasy.

  My pussy spasmed hard, convulsed. Euphoria raced out of my snatch as I came. I grit my teeth, my head banging back into the wall as I writhed. My naked body danced to the rapturous symphony playing in my snatch. Juices flooded down my thighs.

  My lips quivered.

  My breasts jiggled, my ruby amulet bouncing between them.

  I swayed to the music of ecstasy.

  The rapture reached its crescendo. The symphony played its loudest, stirring chords that quivered my body, and then quieted to a whispering delight. The decrescendo left me shivering and gasping, my eyes blinking.

  I smiled, pulling my fingers from my pussy, tasting my tangy juices; I sucked on them as Sven and Ava shared their kisses, loving each other. I buzzed so much from my own orgasm, I almost missed the princess's words.

  I blinked, jarred by them, wondering why we'd need a faerie to find the proxy army's control. To find the means to stop her step-father's conquest and oppression. Then we could avenge our parents' and sister's murders. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask the question.

  Luckily, Sven did. “Why do we need a faerie?” He rolled off Ava's rose quartz body, lying beside her, his cock half-hard. “That doesn't make sense.”

  “I was shocked, too,” Ava said, her hand stroking down to her pussy. The stone finger scooped up Sven's cum leaking out of her. She stared at it. “I wish I could taste through the statue.”

  “Ava?” Sven asked. “That didn't answer my question.”

  No, it didn't. I wanted to interject, but I had to be quiet. I had to stay in the corner and watch. I didn't like it one bit.

  “I've been searching his office,” Ava said, rubbing the cum on her proxy's quartz nipple, leaving it glistening with milky seed. I wanted to lick it off. To suck on her nub.

  “Bold,” Sven grinned. “I like it.”

  “I thought you would,” Ava purred. “I just asked myself, what would you do? And I came up with it. I have a proxy stashed in there. A little jade beetle.”

  It sounded dangerous. What if her father found out? He'd recognize a proxy. They were the only two people in the Princedoms who could imbue. It was a rare gift, found only in a few bloodlines. We couldn't lose Ava's information on the movements of her father's guards and soldiers. Prince Meinard had a streak of cruelty. Would being his step-daughter protect her?

  My stomach roiled. I wanted to shout out the warning. I couldn't even groan in frustration.

  “While searching, I found a hidden panel in a desk drawer. And there it was, the information I needed. It was a document prepared by his pet mage talking about the best place to hide the 'kennel' and the 'lodestone.'”

  “Kennel?” Sven frowned. “That doesn't sound like what we need.”

  “The real question is, who hides a kennel in the realm of Faerie?” asked Princess Ava. “He made a deal with a faerie lord named Duke Gallchobhar. They appear to have made an alliance to help each other with their goals. This Gallchobhar has ambition in Faerie.”

  “And your father doesn't care about what goes on in their world.” Sven stared up at the ceiling.

  I ground my teeth. He needed to ask about this lodestone and the kennel, not the politics. And the most important question: How to stop this lodestone.

  “So, what's this lodestone?” Sven asked.

  I fought my explosive exhalation.

  “I'm not sure, but it's important to my father. He has it hidden in Faerie.” Princess Ava stroked her rosy hand down Sven's stomach, crystals glittering. She reached his cock, playing with the tip. “That's why you need a faerie.”

  “Why?” Sven asked, dick twitching in the princess's stony fingers. She massaged his precum into the crown of his dick.

  I wanted to shout out, “Because only a faerie can activate the mushroom rings to cross over to their realm.” Didn't everyone know that? I learned it in temple. And my brother did attend the University of Az. I was certain the Fencing College taught more than just swordplay.

  “To cross over into Faerie,” giggled Ava. “You did not pay attention in our Semi-Divine Races and Their Impact upon Zeutch class.”

  Sven grinned at her, that playful yet manly smile that always made my pussy quiver. “Well, there was this beautiful princess distracting me with her blushes.”

  “I was still an innocent virgin then,” Ava sighed. “Before you got your lecherous hands on me.”

  “So lecherous.” He slid a hand up her crystal body, cupping a breast that was both stony and soft like flesh. He thumbed over her cum-stained nipple, making her quiver.

  I ground my teeth. He needed to stay focused.

  “Well, where do we find a faerie?” my brother managed to ask, not wholly lost to his big, throbbing dick. I loved that dick, I did, but it took a lot of blood to maintain, starving his brain sometimes.

  “There's report of one causing mischief in the Forest of Lhes.”


  Sven blinked. “That's a huge area.”

  “You're resourceful,” she said. “The villages of Uthia, Hos Elv, and Na'zilir have complained to my father about a faerie souring their milk, molesting maidens, switching babies, dying all the sheep's wool exotic colors, and the like. It even rained frogs once.”

  That sounded like a bored faerie.

  “My father didn't care,” Ava said, her face tightening. “He didn't even respond as near as I can tell. Just ignored their petition.”

  “Well, it's a place to start.” Then a grin crossed Sven's face. “So, molesting maidens. Beautiful, young women. A man after my own heart.”

  “On, it's not a male faerie but a female,” giggled Ava. “She's got quite the taste for virgin cunt. Know any?”

  Sven shook his head. “Not after I've spent time with them.”

  “Mmm, I remember,” Ava purred, her hand stroking his dick again. “So if you can capture this faerie, get her to help you, and find the lodestone, you can undercut my father's power. Stop his mad conquest.”

  I bit my lip, wanting to ask about the kennel part. Why did he call it that? And why was he conspiring with the nagas of the Shahdom of Shizhuth? Questions burst through me, aching to be asked, but I couldn't. Already, Sven had forgotten how to think. Instead, he nuzzled at Ava's neck, nibbling at her chin as he twisted her nipple.

  “This sounds like such a difficult task,” groaned Sven as he kissed her glittering lips.

  “You're resourceful,” she moaned. “I know you'll succeed. You and Kora can do anything. And then... once he's dead, you'll be my prince-consort. You'll help me build peace instead of war.”

  Sven kissed her hard on the mouth.

  I groaned, my pussy growing hotter again. My fingers played with my nipples as I watched their mouths merge, her left hand stroking his stubbled cheek. He loved her as much as me. I shouldn't be annoyed with him for not asking all the important questions, they hadn't been together in a year.

  But, still, he shouldn't think with that dick.

  Sven broke the kiss. “Why don't you roll onto your hands and knees.”