by Reed James
What was wrong with me?
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Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
I loved waking up my step-brother this way. I bobbed my mouth on his hard cock in the darkness of our tent. I sucked and slurped on his cock, his salty precum staining my lips, lingering traces of Zanyia's sour ass adorning his shaft.
Which made my blowjob even wickeder. I shivered, my pussy clenching as I sucked so hard. My tongue danced across his cock. I stared up his chest, a dark shadow. Zanyia's head rested on him, her eyes open, reflecting what little moonlight penetrated the canvas.
She let out a purr, her eyes twinkling.
I shivered, my pussy clenching. I rubbed it with my fingers, dancing my digits on my clit before sliding them through my folds. Stimulation trembled through me. I moaned louder about my brother's cock, humming and vibrating his tip with my excitement.
“Gods,” he groaned, voice still thick. “Ava, that's... No, Kora... Mmm, morning, sister dear.”
My mouth popped off his dick. “Wishing it was Ava sucking your cock instead of your nubile sister, brother mine?”
“Wishing it was both of you,” he said. “With Zanyia licking my balls.”
The lamia purred, rubbing her cheek into his chest.
I smiled, wishing we could have that. But Ava could never learn of our affair. Besides the fact we needed her support to avenge our family, Sven loved her. They would marry once we killed Prince Meinard. I wouldn't destroy that. My brother didn't love easily. Or, he loved too easily, but it was shallow. Any woman could wade into his heart, but few found those deep parts and bathed in his rapture.
Me. Ava. Maybe Zanyia.
So I would just enjoy waking him up with blowjobs for as long as possible.
He groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I sucked harder, massaging my clit. My pussy juices trickled down my wrist as the pleasure swelled through me. My mouth bobbed again, my tongue sliding about his dick. I put in use every bit of my sex knowledge I learned back at the Temple of Rithi in Az. There, I'd mastered the art of sex.
My brother wouldn't last long.
“Gods, Kora,” he groaned.
“Just so eager for her breakfast,” purred Zanyia. “Such a naughty sister you have, Master.”
“So naughty.”
I rubbed harder at my clit, smiling about his dick.
I savored the flavor of his precum staining my tongue. I bobbed faster, sucked harder, moaned louder. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I whimpered, the rapture building in me, driving me to please my brother.
Then he let out a mighty groan. His cock throbbed in my mouth. Then the first wonderful spurt of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Creamy jizz washed through my mouth. I gulped it down, his spunk warming down to my belly.
I came.
I shivered, sucking hard as rapture shot through my body. I loved giving my brother pleasure. I swallowed his cum, my eyes fluttering. The ecstasy reached my mind, bathing across my thoughts. I shivered, my juices flooding down my wrist, my pussy spasming, aching to be filled by his cock.
Aching to be bred by my brother.
Maybe I should break the contraceptive spell on my body and allow myself to have his baby...
“Gods, Kora, what a wonderful sister you are.”
“So wonderful,” purred Zanyia.
“I know,” I groaned, popping my mouth off his dick. I gave my clit a last rub before I sat up. “And we need to get going. We have to keep riding. We're close to Echur.”
“A half-day ride from Ava,” he groaned, looking to her statuette resting on his pack. “And her father.”
“And they're far too well guarded for any thoughts of heroics,” I reminded him. “We have our mission. We need to keep going.” The patrol we killed would be found soon if they hadn't been already. The garrison in Echur would send out search parties to hunt us down.
“It's not even dawn yet,” groaned Sven.
“I'll have Zanyia bite your cock if you go back to sleep, brother mine,” I told him. “No being lazy just because you made me breakfast.”
“She wouldn't do that,” Sven groaned.
“Oh, really?” I asked. “I bet she would if I told her.”
“Maybe,” giggled Zanyia. “We have a faerie to find. We need to get to the woods.”
“We're still two days from the forest at least,” Sven groaned.
I yanked the blanket away. “So no point in wasting the day since we're on the back roads.”
Sven blinked then nodded his head. His muscular body flexed as he rolled to his feet and gained them. “You're right. We have to move.”
Grit coated my eyes an hour later as we rode from our camp. I nibbled on a cold sausage—we didn't have time to cook anything—and groaned. The sun rose behind us, the world turning gray, the sky overcast. A damp fog wreathed the hills in the distance, farmhouses ghostly shapes in them. Everything felt damp. I shivered, pulling my cloak about my pink clerical robes.
“Don't you ever get cold?” I asked Zanyia after an hour riding through the foggy morning, her pale skin glistening with drops of dew, condensation gathering on her.
“No,” she smiled. “Unless it's real cold. Like in winter, I might need a light cloak. I can lie in snow and love it.”
“Lucky you,” I muttered.
Sven just grunted, sitting straight in his saddle, Zanyia's arms around his waist. Though she wasn't playing with his cock today. But I saw the naughty glint in her golden, cat-slitted eyes. Her tail swished behind her, her hands sliding lower.
I gave her a slight shake of my head.
Her forehead furrowed in question, but she didn't object. She slid her hands back up to his stomach. Unease slowly crept over me. My shoulder blades itched. I felt eyes on us. I glanced over my shoulder at the road behind us, searching for any watchers.
Nothing.
I kept squirming, my stomach churning, as the morning grew marginally brighter. The sun's light shone diffused through the blanket of gray above, the fog stubbornly clinging around certain fields. I bit my lips, wanting to heel my horse and have her gallop me to the woods.
“I feel so exposed,” I muttered to my brother.
He nodded his head. He opened his mouth to say something.
A dog bayed in the distance.
Zanyia's ears pricked. Her head whipped behind us, ears swiveling as another dog bayed. Then a third. She let out a whimpering sound, clutching my brother tighter. “I know those howls. Hunting dogs.”
“Las's putrid cum,” snarled my brother. “Bloodhounds. They must have got our scent at the patrol.”
“How far away?” I asked Zanyia.
“Several miles,” she answered. “But... I think there are horses with them, too. They're moving fast.”
Another excited bay howled through the morning air.
Sven heeled his horse from a trot to cantor, hooves beating on the farm road, his eyes scanning ahead. Rainbow matched his stallion's cantor, my heart thudding in my chest. Fields passed us, wet dirt with shoots of green poking threw in orderly rows.
Every time the dogs howled, my shoulders hunched. I wanted to spur Rainbow into a gallop, but they could only run for so long at that speed before they needed rest. If we pushed them too hard, they could injure themselves or die.
Then we'd be on foot and really vulnerable.
But that applied to our pursuers, too. If they were pushing their horses hard, they'd be tired when they caught up to us. So we had to conserve our mounts' endurance. Then we could gallop fast, maybe escape for a time.
But what to do about bloodhounds?
They bayed closer.
“I can see them,” Zanyia said. “They're cresting the hill a mile behind us.”
“They're moving fast,” Sven said.
I looked over my shoulder, spotting movement in the distance, but I couldn't make out much detail. I didn't have Zanyia's keen eyes. I bit my lip. “How many?”
“Five riders plus three
dogs,” Zanyia reported. “And they have spare mounts.”
“Las's putrid cum and Illth's foul jizz!” spat Sven. “We can't outrun them.”
The patrol could just change mounts when their horses grew tired. We didn't have that option. “We need a place to hide. Brush. Something natural.”
“Illusion?”
I nodded my head.
“There!” He pointed to a copse of trees across a field.
“That'll work.”
Night neighed as my brother spurred him. The black stallion charged off the road, leaping over the rickety fence and landing in the field, hooves kicking up mud and trampling fresh shoots. I followed, my cloak flapping behind me. I leaned low over Rainbow as she approached the fence.
She jumped.
For a moment, we soared, the ground rushing beneath us. I rose up on my legs, my legs bent, feet planted in the stirrups. We hit, my bent knees absorbing the impact. Rainbow whinnied, her legs stretching out, racing across the field with all speed for the copse.
A horn sounded behind us. The dogs bayed louder.
Chapter Twenty-One: Shameful Lusts
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I couldn't believe I stood here.
My entire body trembled. When I awoke this morning, a restlessness seized me along with a horny itch in my pussy. I tried masturbating to ease it. I tried using Greta's fingers, her tongue, and even had her strap on a leather dildo and fuck me.
Nothing satisfied me. I needed that forbidden pleasure. I craved it to my utter shame. How could I lust for a man I hated, let alone for my step-father? But images of Sven bedding Kora filled my mind, their forbidden passion ringing through my head, keeping my pussy dripping, my nipples aching, my body yearning for pleasure.
“Don't do this,” I muttered to myself as I raised my hand before the door. “Stop, Ava. Stop.”
I knocked.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself. I loved Sven. Even with his... deviant desires, I cared for him. But...
He fucked his sister. I could fuck my father.
My cheeks reddened as a voice barked, “What?”
“Father,” I said, my voice trembling. “I... I need to...”
A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.
“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”
I nodded my head, my cheeks scarlet. I could just tell him it made me feel weird. Explain that he's my step-father, that what we did was wrong. Instead, I let him lead me to his desk, covered in papers. He moved around it, sitting down on his chair, motioning me to sit.
“Do you feel... discomfort. I'm told the first time for a girl can be... painful.”
I blinked. He thought me a virgin? Did he not know Sven plucked my cherry years ago?
“No, that's not it,” I said, fidgeting. I couldn't believe it. I was going to do this. When did I become such a depraved hussy. Just looking at his face surged hot anger through me. I wanted to rip out his throat.
And couldn't.
So instead I moved around his table, that hot anger feeding another emotion. My pussy grew hotter beneath my blue skirts. I straddled his waist, my hands stroking his face. I grabbed his face, fingernails biting into his flesh, moments from clawing him.
Then I kissed him.
He groaned into my lips, his hands engulfing me as I ground on him. I felt his cock swelling through his woolen hose. I ground on him, my pussy burning beneath my skirts, the cloth rubbing on my hot flesh. My tongue plunged into his mouth. I closed my eyes.
Sven and I were so much alike. Both of us so foul, so disgusting, to lust after the forbidden. I groaned into my father's mouth, shivering as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass through my skirt. His fingers dug through the rustling silk, kneading me, pulling me tighter against his bulge.
My hands moved down the front of his doublet, brushing the buttons as I moved lower and lower to what I craved. I didn't need any foreplay. I dripped. My morning of frustration had left me ready. The hour I spent forcing Greta to pleasure me had buttered up my nasty cunt. My slattern hole craved only one thing now.
My hands shoved into his stretchy hose, seizing his cock. I trembled, moaning into his mouth. My nipples throbbed in my bodice as I drew him out. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands moved, pulling up on them.
Our lips parted.
“My sweetling,” he grinned at me. “I knew you loved me.”
“So much, Father,” I lied, fighting the urge to spit in his face. I needed his cock in me. Why did I want to fuck him? I hated him.
I slammed my pussy hard on his dick, fucking down his shaft. He grunted in pleasure at my taboo embrace. I groaned, my step-father's dick stretching out my pussy. My back arched, my body welcoming his shaft.
My snatch clenched down on him as I rose. I shivered, the heat burning through my body. I whimpered, Father burying his face into my bodice, kissing at the top slopes of my small breasts as I slammed back down his cock.
I fucked him hard. I groaned and gasped, clawing at his shoulders as I rode him. I ground my clit against him. My anger at him, at myself, fueling my pumping hips. The pleasure raced through me. My strawberry-blonde hair fell in my thick braid down my back, brushing his hands grasping at my ass.
“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I hissed at him. “Mmm, I've been craving this cock all morning.”
“Yes, yes, yes, my sweetling,” he groaned, his eyes meeting mine, so pale, so cold. “Work that hot little cunt on Daddy's cock.”
I whimpered louder, looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't face the monster. I could only fuck him.
Pleasure exploded from my lips as I pumped my snatch up and down his cock. The friction burned so hot through me. My head swam with dizzy delight. I squirmed and clenched my pussy on him, churning my cunt to a froth.
His hands squeezed my ass, pulling me down. My clit ground into his pubic bone, adding sparks of pleasure through my body. The shame burned so hot through me. It made the sex so molten, so exciting. My hands moved to his throat, flirting with the idea of strangling him.
“My sweetling!” he panted. “I knew you would crave me. Once you had a taste. You're like your mother.”
“Was she a whore for your cock, too, Daddy!” I spat out, squeezing my cunt on his dick.
“Yes! Once she had a taste, she couldn't get enough!”
I shivered, the pleasure shooting through me, my orgasm swelling with every pump of my hips. My pussy embraced his cock over and over, welcomed its girth into my depths. I shuddered, bucking on his lap.
“Just cum on Daddy's cock, sweetling,” he moaned. “Give yourself to the pleasure. Milk my dick. Your pussy wants to be bred by me.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I gasped, slamming down his cock.
My orgasm exploded through me. Taboo rapture flooded my body. I threw back my head, my naughty cunny spasmed so hard on his dick. I groaned, my eyes fluttering, stars dancing across my vision. Breath exploded through my clenched teeth.
My snatch milked his cock, eager to be bred. It didn't care about the contraceptive enchantment. My body just craved completion, feeling his taboo baby growing in my belly. My father's own son planted deep in me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Daddy, breed me!”
His hands clenched on my ass. He pulled me all the way down his cock. Then he grunted as his cum fired into my depths. Hot jizz splattered into my pussy, filling me the way Sven's would. I groaned, my eyes fluttering, hating myself for enjoying this.
For savoring another man than Sven. For loving the embrace of my disgusting father.
“Daddy!” I whimpered, falling into him, resting my chin on his shoulder as the shameful rapture burned so hot through me.
“My sweetling,” he groaned, rocking
me. “I—”
A knock pounded his door. “Your Highness.”
I tensed, recognizing the voice of Shevoin, my father's pet mage.
“Pater's cock,” cursed my father. “He can't know about us. No one can. Not until I have complete power. Then you shall be my queen when I am kaiser.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned. The mage helped my father with his plans. This was an opportunity I couldn't pass. “I can hide beneath the desk.”
“No, I shall send him—”
I covered his mouth as the mage knocked again. “No, Father. He mustn't suspect. Besides,” Another depraved thought shot through me, “I can pleasure you with my mouth while you have your meeting.”
“Just like your mother,” he grinned.
I shivered, hating him so much for making my mother act as wanton as this. Loathsome man. I slid beneath the desk, his foul cum running out of my snatch. He scooted closer, his dick bobbing, dripping with my juices.
“Enter,” he commanded.
I shivered, hoping to learn something about the lodestones and my father's plans. I could suck his cock for that.
A shameful flush ran through me. No, I just wanted to suck his cock. What had he done to me?
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Zanyia – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
I trembled as I lay on my belly in the brush beside Mistress. Master crouched nearby, short sword in hand. The soldiers charged across the field after us, three hulking, gray wolfhounds racing before them, howling towards us.
Kora shivered, pulling her fingers out from between her legs. They glistened with her pussy juices. I smelled her tangy passion in the air. She whispered beneath her breath, moving her fingers like she sketched the air.
Suddenly, the image of the three of us, me clinging to Master on his stallion, charged out of the brush. We raced off to the north as fast as two horses could, spooked by the patrol coming closer. The illusion of me gave a frightened look at the soldiers, my tawny hair streaming behind me.
I smiled. “Clever, Mistress.”
“We'll see if it fools the dogs,” she whispered back as a hunting horn sounded.
Then the guards turned their mounts, charging at our fleeing illusions, their path racing them right before where we hid. The dogs bayed, still running before the horses. I tensed, my tail lying still. No movement. Nothing to let the hounds spot us.
