by Reed James
Hooves thundered closer. Armor jangled. Men shouted.
The wolfhounds didn't charge after the illusions. They bounded right for the brush. Right for me. The lead dog leaped into the brush, snarling in rage. I gasped, his weight crushing my back, claws scratching at my naked skin.
Hot saliva splattered my neck, fetid breath washing over me, as the dog attacked me.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Humiliating Lust
Zanyia
“Master!” screamed from my throat as I rolled my body. Heat burned across my back, dog claws scratching as the beast scrambled to stay on me.
My fingernails sprouted claws. Fury hissed from me as jaws snapped down at my face, green eyes reflecting death. I struck the dog's muzzle with a slashing blow. Its head jerked before its snapping jaw bit by my ear, almost tearing into the sensitive spot. My ear twitched back as my lithe body squirmed beneath the beast.
Around me, dogs snarled. Master shouted, blocking snapping jaws with his arm, blood spurting. His dagger flashed. The dog whimpered, staggering away in a spurt of crimson, the mangy beast collapsing on the ground. Mistress screamed something. Rainbow light flared as she scrambled from a snarling beast.
It bayed in terror. Its claws tore at the underbrush before bursting out and dashing through the regrouping soldiers. Horses neighed in shock, rearing. One soldier cursed, landing on his back in a crumple of metal.
Then the hound attacking me lunged again, blood matting the fur on the side of his face. His claws scratched below my breasts, saliva dripping. My hands hands grabbed at his furry neck, loose skin sliding over strong muscles as it snapped jaws shut an inch from my nose. I hissed, tail twitching. My legs curled, planted on his belly, thrust.
The dog snarled, tumbling off my body. The pair of us scrambled to our feet, brush rustling. I went into a low crouch, spitting fury, blood welling from scratches across my torso, each line burning pain.
“I need to be pretty for Master!” I yowled as the dog lunged.
Metal flashed.
A throwing dagger took the hound in the side of the neck. It crashed into a twitching heap before me. Master's short sword rasped as he ripped it out of its sheath. He whirled to face the regrouped soldiers. They charged in at the brush.
I turned to fight them armed with only my claws.
~ * ~
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I trembled beneath my step-father's desk, his cock throbbing before me, soaked in my taboo cream. The sight of his glistening shaft, my pussy dribbling with his seed, sent more lust through me. What was wrong with me? Why did this cock obsess me so?
I hated him!
He just fucked me! His step-daughter! He was like Sven. He fucked his step-sister, crossing forbidden lines. I hungered for my father's dick, too. Just as filthy as them. As the door opened, the steps of Master Mage Shevoin entering my father's study, I licked my lips.
And then I licked my father's cock.
The fresh flavor of my pussy juices coated my tongue as I drew up his shaft. I reached the tip, flicking the pink crown. What moments before softened now hardened. My tongue swirled around the crown before I kissed down his dick again to his balls swaddled in pale-gold pubic hair. I savored my juices, lapping them off his nuts, sucking them into my mouth.
So full of the seed that wanted to breed me. His own step-daughter!
The humiliation of doing this, of being driven by my weak body, shamed me. I loved Sven, even if he transgressed into forbidden passion, so it made me feel so bad to enjoy another man. My father! But my desire so strong, it compelled me to do this when another man was in the room. My lusts drove me to be such a whore for my father.
Tears fell down my cheeks even as my tongue licked back up his fully erect shaft. A chair scraped on stone then creaked, Shevoin sitting. My lips engulfed the tip of my father's cock, bringing a slight groan from his lips.
“There were fluctuations with the lodestone,” Shevoin rasped. I pictured the older Thosian man, his hair gray. Tall and lean, with a rasp brought about by his pipe smoking.
“Is this a problem?” asked my father as I slid more and more of his cock into my mouth. My tongue danced around the tip, reveling in the taste of my fresh juices. “It shouldn't have anything to do with the overdue shipment.”
“No, no, I corrected it. The connection to your army remains strong,” Shevoin said. “I fear this is caused by the chaotic nature of Faerie. The cattle have no effect on the efficacy of the lodestone. You know that, your Highness.”
“Sorry,” Father said, voice tight as my cheeks hollowed. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to love this cock. “I have other... concerns drawing my attention at the moment.”
My cheeks burned in humiliation. I was such a whore.
“I have applied a new mathematical model to the conduit,” Shevoin said. “One that should properly deal with the fluctuations of—”
“I do not need the details, Master Mage,” Father said, his hand reaching down, stroking through my strawberry-blonde hair. His hand tightened, pushing my mouth farther and farther down his cock.
It hit the back of my throat.
“Of course, your Highness. Just rest assured, your army will put into the field. And I am sure Zizthithana will provide more cattle soon.”
“That naga cunt better,” growled Father, his hand pushing down the back of my head, forcing his cock down my throat.
I relaxed it, so eager to please the man I loathed. Hearing the naga's name, the foul creature who ruled the province of Hizzithya on the other side of the Despeir Mountains, gave context to “cattle.” The captured slaves Sven and Kora freed. My father needed them for his foul plans. How were they necessary for the control of his imbued army?
It was so hard to focus on those questions as his cock slid farther and farther down my throat. My lips pressed into his pubic hair. I sucked breaths through my nose, my pussy growing hotter. More taboo cum leaked out of me. It ran thick down my thighs. I shoved my hand between them, sliding up the sticky mess to my weeping cunt.
Rubbed it.
I let out a soft sigh about my father's cock, swallowing, massaging it with my throat. He gripped my hair but didn't fuck my mouth up and down his cock. Not with Shevoin in the room. But I could tell he wanted to use me as his whore.
His own step-daughter!
Such an evil man. My fingers plunged faster, diving through my sloppy depths. Rapture surged through me. Cum and pussy juices dribbled down my hand. My small breasts jiggled, a tremble racing through my body.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my clit, massaging it. Pleasure surged through me.
“And your trip, your Majesty. Was it successful?”
“Very,” Father said. “You were correct about her. She was exactly what I needed. The results have been... wonderful.”
Father's cock throbbed in my throat. I plunged my fingers faster and faster into my cunt. Who was this women he spoke of? Where had he gone on his trip? I stirred my snatch to a froth, questions and shame swirling through me, crashing into the pleasure, the naughty thrill of blowing my father with someone else in the room.
Of being his whore.
“Well, your Highness, if there is anything else you need of me?” Shevoin asked.
“No, no. You are dismissed. I have... work to catch up on.”
The chair creaked as Shevoin rose. I shuddered, glad he was gone. What if he discovered me being my step-father's whore? The shame would kill me. And though I wanted him to stay, to learn more, I needed him to leave before I came like the slut I'd become.
My pussy sucked at my fingers. The pleasure built and built in me. His footsteps retreated. I moaned louder about my father's cock, whimpering like the little princess-whore I was. My eyes squeezed shut. Just as disgusting as Sven and his sister.
I enjoyed taboo sex just as much as they did.
The door opened. “Your highness, what is that sound? It's so... wet.”
/> “What sound?” Father asked. “You are dismissed, Shevoin.”
“Yes, yes, you're right.” The door closed.
I came.
My orgasm exploded through me. I couldn't hold it back a moment longer. I screamed about my father's cock, my voice muffled by the shaft buried in my throat. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair.
Then he fucked my head up and down his cock. His other hand gripped me as he pumped my mouth faster. I shuddered, his dick burying over and over down my throat, using me like his little slut-princess.
“My sweetling, yes,” he groaned. “Such a whore for my cock.”
I was. I came harder.
My pussy convulsed about my fingers. Hot juices flooded out of my cunt and dribbled down my arm and thighs. I moaned and gasped, sucking on his dick, my throat becoming so wonderfully raw as the bastard used me.
His fingers tightened in my hair. He groaned, his chair creaking. Then his salty cum flooded my mouth. So thick and creamy. I shivered, gulping it down with the hunger of a female mage, just a slut for jizz.
My father's taboo seed warmed my belly as he gasped, “Yes, my sweetling! Such a good daughter!”
I shuddered in disgust. Sven couldn't kill my father fast enough. He had to reach the lodestone and destroy it!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rogue's Hot Pursuit
Sven Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
Horns sounded.
“Las's blighted cock!” I swore, throwing a look over my shoulder at the foggy fields. “Another patrol?”
“Closing fast by the sounds of it,” Kora said, heeling her new mount to a cantor.
I gripped my short sword in one hand, blood dripping from the weapon's point, and the reins of my purloined horse in the other. We took the mounts of the patrol we slew. Kora and Zanyia both rode new steeds, each holding the long leads for our remounts. Besides my stallion Night and Kora's mare Rainbow, we had another three horses for us to ride after our first battle.
“Faster!” I snarled, heeling my horse. With remounts, we could push our horses, switching them when they grew tired.
Zanyia, her body scratched and bloodied, leaned low over her gelding, her lithe legs holding on, flexing as she bounced, her small breasts jiggling. I didn't suspect she had any skill at riding. She looked lean and dangerous now. On my other side, Kora rode, her pink robes billowing, her twin braids bouncing down her back.
On the horizon, a green blur loomed, the Forest of Lhes. But it was far, across miles and miles of farmland. Cleared land with no places to hide. And with bloodhounds tracking us, we had no escape from the soldiers. I leaned low over my warhorse. He snorted, lather frothing his brown coat. Hooves drummed on the hardpack dirt of the farming road.
More horns sounded.
“From the west,” Zanyia cried.
“They're closing in on us!” Kora shouted.
“So we have to ride faster!” I spurred my mount again. He neighed, hooves thudding on the ground.
“We'll kill the horses!” Kora shouted.
“We have remounts.” My heart thudded. I threw a look over my shoulder. The fog behind us swirled, revealing a patrol galloping in full armor. “And they can't ride as fast. Not in the armor. We have to keep pushing. No stop. No rest.”
“Right, brother mine!” Kora said, voice tight.
~ * ~
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
My pussy burned and itched. It was hours before I escaped my father's study with three more loads of cum deposited in my pussy, my father hoping to breed me. Now, in the darkness of my bower, I squirmed on my bed in my thin nightgown. Such shame and lust burned through me, keeping me from sleep.
My agitation was so great, I sent Greta away, not wanting her to witness how depraved my father made me. She pouted, but I was firm with my bedmaid.
I couldn't resist that hot hole between my snatch. I shoved my hands between my thighs, rubbing at my heated flesh. I stroked through my strawberry bush, caressing my labia. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, squirming, delight tingling through me.
My eyes squeezed shut. My step-father's hated face floated before me. His words that he made my mother his whore burned through me. She loved him. She wasn't a wanton slattern panting after his dick. She was better than me.
I should think of Sven. My love. My betrothed. My heart. He was the man I should yearn for.
I forced away the image of my father's face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair so perfect for running my hands through, his bold chin that I loved to nibble on, his lean and muscular body, not brawny like a warrior, but dangerous. He had a grace about his movements, fingers dexterous.
So dexterous.
He knew how to play with my pussy. How to touch me, stroke me.
I mimicked the naughty things he'd done to my cunt. The way he would dance his fingers across my snatch. I shivered, caressing my clit in his teasing manner. Delight shivered through my throat as I imagined him beside me, stroking me.
And then Kora appeared. Mmm, brother mine, I need you, she moaned through my imagination. I need that cock in me.
I shuddered, my cheeks burning, imagining Sven and Kora coming together in forbidden passion. His strong hands cupped her breasts, the left tattooed with flowering vines. He squeezed them while I frigged, watching them.
This is how Sven loves a woman, Kora moaned. He touches me the way he touches you. He makes me quiver.
“It's wrong,” I groaned, the image of Sven kneading his little sister's tits searing through my mind. He squeezed those round breasts, bigger than my small mounds. His lips descended.
Sucking on a pink nipple.
Kora's wanton moans echoed through my imagination, her dancer-lithe body shifting beneath him. She writhed, enjoying the taboo pleasure of her step-brother's mouth sucking on her nipple. His tongue swirled around her nub the way he'd love mine.
My left hand found my small breast, finger dancing around my nipple. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. I slipped two fingers into my sopping depths, my back arching on my bed. The pleasure surged through me.
“You're freaks!” I groaned. “Depraved freaks for loving each other.”
We are, Kora moaned as her brother sucked so hard on her nipple, his naked body shifting on hers, his dick so hard for his sister's flesh. Just like you.
“Yes!” I hissed, my pussy clenching on my two digits, aching for my father's cock to penetrate me instead. “I am!”
So why do you despise Sven for loving me? Kora asked while Sven kissed down her body in my imagination. For indulging in the same passion that burns in you. At least Sven loves me. He doesn't hate me.
“I hate him so much, Kora!” I whimpered, my body shuddering. “I don't understand why his dick makes me so wet. He's my father!”
It's so wrong, Sven groaned, his blue eyes swallowing my imagination.
I shivered, pinching my nipple, frigging my pussy, drowning in the memory of his eyes. I wanted to see Sven so badly. To be held by him. My fantasy lover pushed his sister's thighs apart. He leaned down, taking a lick through her forbidden snatch.
Oh, Ava, I envied you so much, Kora moaned. I wanted my brother so badly. We can share him.
You can join us, Sven groaned. Share in our depravity, In our taboo love.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my body quivering. “I want that so much, Sven!”
We understand, Kora moaned. Your attraction to your horrid father. It's the taboo nature of your lust. Of crossing that forbidden line. That's what compels you to fuck him. It's not love like we share. Me and you, Ava, we're the same.
We love Sven.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled, my pussy clenching so hard on my fingers. “I love him so much! He makes me so wet! He makes me so horny!”
My fingers frigged my pussy, Kora pulling Sven up to her. They kissed, his lips coated in her pussy juices. Her hands guided his cock to her tab
oo hole. Brother and sister united in my fantasy, his cock ramming into her cunt.
“That's so beautiful!” I gasped. “So wrong and beautiful! I want that! I want to revel in taboo passion! In the forbidden, carnal love!”
You can, Sven groaned, pumping hard, ramming his cock into his sister's cunt. Just come and visit us.
Join us! moaned Kora. Share in our forbidden love!
“Yes!” I howled, my body bucking, the rapture shooting through me. My fantasy carried me into the heights of rapture.
I came.
My pussy spasmed about my fingers. I groaned and whimpered. My bed creaked. I undulated on my linen sheets, juices gushing around my plunging digits. The air perfumed with my fresh musk. I whimpered, pinching my nipple so hard. Sven groaned, cumming in his sister's snatch, pumping his wonderful seed into her.
Ecstasy burned through my mind. I had to join them. Tonight, I would lie with the step-siblings, share in their forbidden love. The three of us—no, four with Zanyia—would savor such rapture tonight.
“I love you!” I moaned to them as they quivered in the same rapture I felt.
“Thinking of me, sweetling?” the voice of my father said.
I gasped, eyes opening to see his pale form in my bedchamber, his hands rubbing at his gray hose, his cock bulging it. My body convulsed a final time, my pussy clenching on my digits. Such lusts surged through me at the sight of his hated face.
“Yes,” I lied, ripping my fingers out of my snatch. I brought them to my mouth, sucking on my fresh cream. “Yes, I was, Daddy.”
He grinned, pulling out his cock as he approached me.
~ * ~
Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
The ruby amulet bounced between my breasts as I galloped on my third mount of the day. He flagged, snorting, his pace slowing. I hated riding the poor beast so hard. One had already died because of how hard we pushed.
“I need to change mounts,” I gasped to Sven, my entire body aching, sore from bouncing on my horse.
