by Reed James
“And you are just a temple guard?” the captain grunted.
“A humble man contracted with protecting the radiant,” I said, hating the ingratiating act. “But with such doughty warriors as you protecting the road, my presence appears unnecessary.”
“And where did you pick up a lamia slave?”
“Master rescued me!” Zanyia sang before I could speak. “He slew the evil warleader that collared me. He liberated me.”
I swallowed. “I came upon a slaving party and did my part to stop those naga-loving bastards from abducting the good people of Prince Meinard's lands. Zanyia, out of gratitude, would not be parted from me. Though she is slave no longer.”
“Only by choice,” Zanyia purred.
“Shizhuthian vermin,” the captain snarled, giving an approving nod of his head. “I have long campaigned to patrol the mountains, to protect our people from the naga's raids, but banditry exists even in the heart of the princedom.”
“How horrible,” gasped Kora, a quiver running through her body, feigning the delicacy of a sheltered lady. “Here? Within a half-day's ride of Echur? I thought my guard a mere formality in this area.”
“I'm afraid so, noble priestess.” He frowned. “You do know you are riding around the city on this road.”
My skin tightened.
“Really?” Kora gasped. “Oh, no, I thought this led to Echur. Did we make a wrong turn?”
“I told you, priestess,” I said in a gruff voice. “But you insisted this was the way.”
“My apologies,” she said. “Thank you for informing us, Captain.”
“I would be glad to escort you to Echur and...” His words trailed off as one of his armored men, gruff and grizzled, leaned close to whisper to him. The older man had the hard eyes of a veteran sergeant, a man who'd fought in the Strife before Prince Meinard's construct army materialized.
He recognized us.
I acted.
The throwing dagger flicked out from my wrist as the captain snapped his head around to glare at me. The knife passed through his visor's slit and embedded into his eye. He stiffened while reaching for his sword then tottered forward from the saddle, crashing into the sergeant.
“Captain!” the man grunted, gripping his reins as his horse whinnied in surprise. He fought to stay upright, pushing the officer's corpse off of him.
My short sword hissed out of its scabbard as I heeled Night. My stallion neighed. Zanyia hissed in surprise, squeezing hard to my chest. I charged at the sergeant. A curse spat from his lips as he fumbled to draw his weapon.
I plunged the blade of my weapon into the man's throat. Blood spurted. He gurgled as behind him the other four soldiers cried out their alarm, blades rasping against leather scabbards, flashing silver as they reined their horses.
And charged.
~ * ~
Kora Falk
My right hand moved the moment my step-brother drew his throwing dagger. I shoved my fingers through my robes and found my pussy. I caressed my naked flesh, pressed against my saddle, and gathered my juices as the other four soldiers reacted.
The nearest charged at my brother's back, longsword held before him like a lance, prepared to run Sven through. Anger surged through me.
“Rithi, paint an image of profound beauty for his appreciation,” I chanted.
A tingle raced through my pussy. My fingers buzzed with the defensive magic of my Goddess. I pulled my fingers clear and flicked at the attacker. Sparkling dew soared through the air, shining with the goddess's passion. The droplets flew far farther than should be possible, striking the lead soldier in the face.
The anger and rage twisting his expression slackened into awe. Blue eyes unfocused as the young man witnessed perfection shining before him. He charged past my brother, sword falling from uncaring fingers. For hours or more, he'd be lost to the beauty Rithi painted in his thoughts.
A crossbow twanged.
The next soldier clutched at his chest, the bolt punching through chainmail. My brother threw his hand crossbow to the ground as he wheeled Night around to face the last two soldiers. He swept his short sword before him, deflecting the first attack.
My heart tightened as his slender blade whipped around, crashing into the final guard's blade, Zanyia yowling as she clutched to him from behind. I gripped my own horse's reins, Rainbow neighing in fright.
Then she clamped teeth down on the bit and ran from the scent of blood filling the air. I gasped, seizing the reins in both hands, screaming in shock. I pulled hard, trying to slow her as she carried me away from my brother fighting for his life.
“Sven!”
~ * ~
Zanyia
Mistress's horse bolted as Master swung his sword back and forth. The coppery tang of spilled life filled the air, making my blood boil. I threw myself off the back of Night, landing in a crouch on the hard-packed road. I leaped to the side, a hoof slamming down at my head.
Master held Night's reins in one hand, swinging his short sword in the other. The two guards circled him, their warhorses screaming and snapping, biting at Night as the soldiers swung their longer swords. Master's blade blurred, crashing into attack, sparks flying.
They pressed him hard. His blade too short. He could only defend.
I licked my lips, studying the fight. I had to help. My claws dug into the hard-packed road. I had sharp fangs, but I couldn't tear through chainmail. I had to do something else. To give Master a chance to fight back.
I grinned, eyes focused on the belly of the horse.
I darted beneath its steel-shod hooves slamming down on the ground, the musky smell of its coat filling my nose. I threw myself upward, twisting my body. I clutched at its belly, thighs wrapped about its withers, my claws raking its belly.
The horse screamed in pain as my fangs tore into its belly, ripping through its thick hide. Salty blood filled my mouth. My claws dug in deep as the horse reared. The rider grunted in surprise then crashed to the ground in a metallic clatter.
I dropped from the horse, rolling to the side as it galloped into a field, maddened by pain. I rolled onto my hands and feet, blood staining my lips, running hot down my neck. My tail swished as I focused on the soldier struggling to rise, his leg twisted.
I leaped.
“Gods-cursed bitch!” he cursed as I landed on his hard armor, the stench of iron, rust, and oil filling my nose. My teeth snapped down on his throat.
I bit.
He gurgled.
His blood hot across my mouth as I ripped out his throat. I spat out his flesh on his face, my ears twitching. I turned around, crouching on my prey, and watched Master. His sword swung fast, driving back the last remaining soldier.
I licked my lips, loving the hot, salty flavor.
“For Prince Meinard and the Red Griffin!” snarled the soldier as he rammed his sword at my Master.
For a moment, my heart clutched. My body froze.
Then Master's sword whipped in a circle, knocking the blade to the side so it thrust past him. Then his sword sliced into the soldier's face. A sickening chunk, sword striking bone, rebounded through the air. Blood spurted, my tongue flicking my lips again. The short sword bit deep. The guard's body spasmed. His weapon fell from loose fingers. Then he slumped over his saddle, Master wrenching his blade clear. The warhorse bucked, throwing the dead guard off onto the road with a clatter.
Master's head whipped around, finding me. “You okay?”
“It's all his blood,” I grinned. “And his horse's.” I brought my bloody fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, bathing myself with a tongue.
Master gave me a strange look, like he found it odd I would clean myself after getting soaked in blood.
By the time my fingers were sparkling clean, Mistress rode her black mare to us. “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine, Mistress,” I said, my fingers scooping up the blood staining my neck that was out of reach of my tongue.
“I'm fine, too, sister dear.” Sven crouched
by the sergeant. He fished out a piece of parchment from the man's pouch. “They have a better likeness of us. I fear Prince Meinard's hired someone with talent to sketch us.”
“Our infamy grows,” Kora said, shaking her head. “The garrison in Echur will be missing them.”
“Then we better ride hard,” Sven said. “And stay off the main roads. I'm afraid there'll be no more sleeping in inns the rest of the way.”
“I can handle sleeping rough. It's you I fear for, brother mine.” A smile played on Mistress's lips. “No pliant barmaids for you to regale with your tales before plundering the charms of their bodies.”
“A sacrifice I shall endure,” Master said with a mock sigh. “The life of an outlaw.”
“You can enjoy the charms of my body,” I said. “And the princess. She'll be so eager. She won't care if it's in a tent or not.”
“Yes, the princess,” sighed Kora. She shook her head. “Well, we should go. The peasants who saw us fighting will report us to the local official or sheriff as soon as they stop running.”
“Then we best ride,” Sven said, hauling himself into his saddle. He held out his arm to me.
I grinned and leaped. He caught me and hauled me behind him with such ease. So strong. Such a warrior. My tail waved back and forth as I purred, rubbing my cheek into his leather jerkin. My pussy grew so hot and wet as we galloped off. I breathed in the smell of him, so glad I had Sven for my owner.
Chapter Seventeen: A Father's Lusts
Sven Falk
“There were a good dozen of them, Ava,” I said as I parted the rosy thighs of the princess's proxy. Like she had every night since we'd left Cheyvn, she'd inhabited her proxy to hear about our progress. And to enjoy my body.
I felt terrible for Kora, having to wait outside until I finished with the princess, but Ava couldn't know about my taboo affair with my step-sister. She wouldn't understand. I loved them both, but I couldn't have them both.
“A dozen!” she gasped, her quartz eyes glittering, the lamplight reflecting the small crystals embedded throughout the statue's body.
“And we had to fight them off,” Zanyia said, her tail swishing so fast. “I attacked their horses while Master swung his sword back and forth, fending them off and running through those he could.”
“And what about your sister?” Ava asked, her small breasts quivering like they were made of real flesh.
“She used her magic,” Zanyia continued as I nuzzled my lips into the stony, yet soft, folds of Ava's pussy. “She made some of them just stare off in wonder.”
“Showed them Rithi's perfect art,” I said. “Enough to stun any man.”
“I imagine so,” Ava said. Then she shuddered, my tongue running through the folds of her pussy.
I could taste the quartz, but not the fresh taste of her pussy I truly craved. Her stony labia and inner folds felt almost like real pussy lips, but had a too smooth silkiness. They were close to the real thing. But Ava felt my touch, too. Her body quivered. I missed out on the joy of tasting her, but I still had the delight of pleasuring my princess.
And that made it worth it.
Enjoying Ava the last few nights reminded me just how much I'd missed out over the last year. Though I gained my relationship with Kora finally, I still missed having my naughty princess in my bed. I wished I could have them both, that Ava could understand the forbidden love I shared with my sister.
Instead, I dove into her pussy, driving away those thoughts and concentrating on licking and nuzzling and making my princess feel amazing. Ava groaned, her body quivering, her rosy thighs tightening about my face.
“Oh, Sven, yes,” she gasped. “A dozen soldiers. You're so brave.”
“He is so brave,” Zanyia purred. “He instantly realized when that mean sergeant recognized us. And he acted. Just threw his knife.”
“Remarkable,” panted Ava. “Oh, Sven, yes. You're such a good pussy licker.”
“Master loves pussy,” giggled the lamia.
“Yes, he does.”
“Your little boobies jiggle so much when he licks you.” Zanyia licked her lips. Then she leaned over and latched onto Ava's glittering nipple. The princess gasped, her thighs tightening on my face again. The lamia's cheeks hollowed, her ears twitching as she suckled.
My dick ached and throbbed as I licked through her folds, aching to bury into her. After a day of hard riding, I yearned for a release. We pushed ourselves all the way until the sun had vanished and the road grew too dark to see. And now we could relax.
Enjoy a princess's pussy, even if only by proxy.
Ava whimpered and squirmed. My tongue found her clit peeking out of her folds. I circled the little rosy bud then sucked on it. Her back arched. She let out a gasping cry of passion. I jammed two fingers into her smooth depths, pumping in and out of her, driving her wild.
“Sven, Sven, I...” Her head shot up. “Oh, no. I have to go.”
Before I could ask, the statue went lifeless. Then began shrinking. I jerked my fingers out of her pussy. Zanyia hissed in surprise, her hair bristling, her tail sticking out straight behind her. The magic animating the statue vanished. It dwindled down into a little statuette the size of my hand.
“What's going on, Master?” Zanyia asked.
“Probably her step-father,” I groaned. “She can't let him know she's using her powers, or he'll wonder which proxy she's inhabiting. She has a bedmaid with her to wake her up in case someone comes to her chambers. This happens every now and then.”
“But she's fine?” Zanyia's eyes were large saucers.
“She's fine,” I grinned at her. “Her father would never hurt her. So why don't you go get Kora.”
Zanyia licked her mouth. “Yes, Master.”
~ * ~
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
Pain flared in my nipple as I sprang back into my body, gasping hard. I severed the link with my proxy fast, jarred by the change in sensations. Greta, my maid, savaged my nipple hard. The sharp pain reached into my awareness of my stone flesh to alert me of danger.
“What?” I asked.
“Your father is at your door,” Greta said, tugging up my nightgown to properly cover me. “He's demanding to see you. I told him you were sleeping.”
A loud knock came from the entrance to my apartments, muffled by my closed bedroom door. “Ava, my sweetling, open up. I need to see you.”
I shivered. He'd been gone for a week. A week free of my step-father's lusting eyes. Of not having to give him handjobs and blowjobs to fend off his desire for my body. But day-by-day, he came closer and closer to crossing that line into forbidden passion. I knew one day I'd have to surrender to him.
So I had to keep up the pretense I loved him. But after what he did to Sven's parents and his little sister, Katriana, I only despised my father. He killed Sven's family trying to murder him and end our betrothal.
Father wanted me all to himself.
“Let him in before he orders his solders to hack down my door,” I said, sitting up on my pillows. I folded my hands before me, my blankets covering me up to my waist. I stared down at my nightgown's bodice.
I winced. Why did I wear one so low-cut to bed? I needed a far more modest one, not one that showed off most of my small breasts. Worst of all, my nipples poked hard at the fabric, my body still aroused from Sven's wonderful pussy licking.
I groaned, so close to my climax.
Greta scurried out of my bedchamber, the buxom maid's large breasts bouncing in her thin nightgown, her blonde hair trailing behind her. I heard her pad through my sitting room and open the doors to my chambers.
“Your highness, your daughter awaits,” she said.
“About time,” my father muttered.
I took a deep breath, trembling. Why did he have to ever return from... wherever he went? Anger and disgust swirled through me. I pushed them down. I couldn't let myself show my contempt, my disgust, for my father and his actions.
So many heinous acts. Allowing the nagas to take his own people as slaves. Murdering Sven and Kora's family. The ominous kennel he had hidden in the realm of Faerie along with his Lodestone. His madness had to be stopped. He'd drown the whole world in blood with his unfeeling, inhuman army.
So long as the princes struggled to claim the Kaiser's throne and rule all of Zeutch as one kingdom again, the Strife would continue. More innocents would die for the ambition of my father and other horrid men.
He strode in, his head almost brushing the top of my doorway. A tall man, made thin and wiry in the years since my mother's death. All the flesh had melted from him, along with all the doughty good cheer. The loving man of my childhood wasted away by the disease of power.
Though his eyes smoldered, they still were the same chilly blue. He licked bloodless lips, staring at my breasts. His cock swelled the tight, gray hose he wore, the woolen tights that clad his legs. He rubbed hands on his ash doublet while marching towards my bed.
“Welcome home, Father,” I said. “I am glad you woke me. I have worried so much for your safety while you were gone.”
“I knew you would,” he said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. He reached out, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it like I were a lady he corrupted instead of his step-daughter.
Disgusting pig.
“I missed you so much,” he said, kissing the back of my hand again. Then closer to my wrist. “I yearned for you. I felt so cold, so empty, without seeing you.”
I stiffened for a moment, his lips kissing to my wrist, pushing up the hem of my nightgown to find more of my flesh. I knew it then. What would happen tonight. I took a deep breath. I could endure this, stay in his good graces, and then help my true love destroy him.
“My bed was frigid, Father,” I said. “But now that you're here, such joy warms it. And my heart.”
“Yes,” he groaned, now kissing up my sleeve, moving closer and closer to me. “I know this is wrong, my sweetling, but...”
“But you are a prince,” I groaned. “And soon you shall be kaiser. Who can tell you what is right or wrong in your own household?”
