by Reed James
I burst through the brush beside her and... Groaned.
A large ravine split the ground before us. Below, a river splashed through a deep canyon, at least two hundred feet below. Sheer, craggy cliffs led down to the rock-strewn bottom the water wound through. I stared at the other side, only twenty feet away.
We couldn't jump it.
“They're closing in, Master,” Zanyia said as I looked up and down the ravine, debating which way to go. This limited our options. If they realized which way we headed, they could try to send people to cut us off. Especially if the ravine twisted in the wrong direction.
Did they have maps?
“I could jump it,” Zanyia said. “Maybe. Then you could throw a rope across.”
“No rope,” I said. “Let's go that way.” I pointed to what I hoped was east.
“No, we have to cross,” Kora said, opening her robes. My sister exposed her lithe, tattooed body, her hands stroking down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy.
“What?” I demanded.
“A conjuration,” she moaned, lying down on her back. “Hurry. I need your cum in me.”
“Now?” I demanded as she spread her legs, her pussy aimed right at me.
“We don't have time to argue!” she snarled. “If we can get across that ravine, we'll gain so much time. Hurry and fuck me, brother mine.”
I stared at my step-sister in utter bewilderment, my cock twitching to life. Just the sight of her forbidden flesh offered to me hardened my girth despite the danger. An exhilaration shot through me, my shaft swelling to its full erection.
We would be killed if we stuck around here too long.
“Hurry, Master,” Zanyia said, falling to her knees before me. She fumbled with my laces. “You have to do it.”
“You don't think this is crazy?” I groaned as Zanyia pulled out my cock, stroking it in her hand. Her grip felt so wonderful, her tongue rasping across the crown.
“She's a priestess. If she needs this, she needs it. Now fuck hard, Master!” Zanyia's golden, cat-slitted eyes stared up at me. “Fuck your sister!”
“Fine,” I groaned. Zanyia was right. My sister knew her magic. I fell to my knees, so aware of the sounds crashing through the woods. The shouts. The horns. The dogs baying. I stroked my dick as I brought it to my step-sister's pussy, already glistening with her juices.
I jammed it into her hot sheath. I groaned at the pleasure engulfing my dick. Despite the danger, it felt wonderful to slide into my sister's snatch, to enjoy her taboo flesh. We grew up together. We knew each other so well. It felt right to unite with her.
I pumped my hips, slamming my cock into her pussy. I'd never wanted to cum more in my life. I fucked my sister hard, her breasts jiggling beneath me. She groaned, her pussy clenching down on my dick, massaging me.
My balls smacked into her taint, heavy with my cum. I felt the pleasure surge through me, hitting my balls. But that familiar ache didn't build. I groaned, thrusting harder, so aware that the enemy came closer and closer.
“Hurry, cum in me, brother mine!” Kora moaned, bucking into my thrusts.
“Trying,” I panted, throwing a look over my shoulder.
I thrust as hard as I could. I fucked my sister with every ounce of passion I had. My cock burned in her pussy, rubbing against the silk of her walls. The friction sent tingling delight racing through my body.
But it didn't gather in my balls. I didn't feel that swelling need to cum. The harder I pumped, the farther away it felt. I groaned, concentrating on my cock sliding through her wet pussy, of pounding my sister's taboo flesh.
I groaned in frustration. “Come on!” I snarled at my cock. “Just cum already.”
“Yes, yes, you have to do it, brother mine!”
“I'm trying!” I thrust forward. “Las, infect my cock with your lust! Please! I need to explode.”
But I couldn't do it. The fear, the danger, held me back. Men were coming to kill us. To kill Kora and Zanyia. My women. I had to be man enough to save them. I had to ignore it, to focus on loving my sister. On loving them both to protect them.
“Zanyia, sit on my sister's face,” I growled. “Let me eat that ass.”
“Yes, Master!”
Zanyia pounced on Kora, smearing her pussy against my sister's mouth. The catgirl purred in delight, her tail swaying, brushing my cheeks as she giggled. She gave me such sultry looks over her shoulder as I rammed my cock into my sister's hot snatch.
I just had to concentrate on loving them. On pleasuring them. The soldiers didn't matter. Only my women did. My step-sister and my lamia slave. I pressed my face between Zanyia's tight asscheeks, her swishing tail caressing my forehead. I found her puckered sphincter, licked it with my tongue.
I savored her sour musk. Her purrs grew louder as my sister and I pleasured her. The naughty lamia twitched and yowled. I rimmed her asshole, thrusting so hard into Kora's silky depths. I pleasured my slave, thrusting my tongue into her bowels.
“Master! Mistress!” she yowled in delight, her body trained to respond to sex no matter the danger. If she could enjoy herself, so could I.
The pleasure burning around my cock grew more intense. My heart pounded. My hips thrust. Kora's pussy clenched on my dick, so hungry for it as she feasted on the lamia's snatch. I fucked my tongue into Zanyia's asshole, her sour bowels clenching around it. Her tail swished faster and faster, her purring louder and louder.
I loved my women. I would protect them.
The ache built at the tip of my cock. That familiar promise of explosive release. My hips thrust forward so hard, ramming my dick into my sister's pussy so hard. Every thrust sent heat to my balls. They approached their boil.
“Las's yummy cum,” purred Zanyia. “Your tongue is making me feel so good, Master!”
“Good,” I growled into her asshole.
“Cum in Mistress! Flood her pussy with all your yummy cum, Master!”
“Yes, brother mine!” groaned Kora, pussy squeezing on my dick. “I need it. Give it to me!”
I rammed my cock into my sister's pussy. The crashing soldiers came closer. I didn't care. I would protect my women.
My cum erupted into my sister's pussy. I shuddered, my orgasm screaming through me. Kora moaned, her pussy writhing about my dick, joining me in rapture. She bucked against me, thighs squeezing my hips as her pussy milked out my cum.
I shuddered, hearing individual shouts. The dogs baying. My last blast of cum fired into my sister. I ripped my cock out of her, Zanyia springing off, too. My sister shoved her fingers down to her pussy, plunging them into our combined fluids as she rolled over onto her knees, facing the ravine.
“Rithi, take the mix of our sexual passion, the union of our essence, and create art instead of life!” she shouted and yanked out her fingers. She flicked droplets of pussy-infused cum at the ravine.
They glowed, shimmered with the colors of the rainbow, growing larger and larger. My sister swayed, her fingers digging out more of our combined fluids, adding them to what she created out of our forbidden union.
The shape of a bridge appeared, scintillating with all the hues of creation. It spanned the ravine. Our escape. I seized my sister's right arm, hauling her to her feet as I rushed for the conjuration spanning across the ravine, my britches threatening to fall down my thighs.
My foot hit the bridge, the light solid beneath my boots. Her conjuration held my weight. Kora groaned, swaying, leaning against me. Then she cried out, her body going limp. I scooped her up in my arms, so light, and ran. In heartbeats we were across.
I crashed into thick brush, carrying her to the ground, hidden by the wiry branches clad in small, olive-green leaves. Zanyia leaped in behind me. I pressed down on my belly beside my sister, her eyes rolled back in her head from the strain of the spell.
The light vanished.
The first soldier reached the cliff, a dog held on a leash. The hound sniffed around where we had fucked. It barked, tail wagging in agitation. “Where'd they go?”
growled the soldier. “Huh? Where are the muderin' bastards?”
~ * ~
Aingeal
My wings fluttered as I crouched in the tree staring down at the soldiers milling beneath me. Their hounds barked, looking confused. The soldiers snarled at them, one cuffing a cur with a gauntleted hand. The dog whimpered in pain.
I glared at him. I liked dogs. My feyhound prowled through the woods.
Then my eyes flicked across the ravine to the prey: two humans and a lamia. They were wild. Having sex while being hunted. The scent of hot pussy drew my attention. I flittered through the woods and watched that blond stud fuck his step-sister. Such wicked sport those two had engaged in. And then the lamia had gotten involved, their threesome burning so hot.
Pity the soldiers ruined it by arriving. Those three had stamina.
I reached out to the spirits in the world. They dwelled all around. Evocation spirits. Conjuration spirits. Enchantment, abjuration, and transformation. They affected the world, if you knew how to use them.
They loved faeries, so we had no problem manipulating the world.
I summoned conjuration spirits with a thought and a wave of my hand. They danced through the air. I kept them from manifesting. I didn't want any glittering streaks of purple to announce their presence. The conjuration spirits dove down into the sexual fluids staining the ground, rolled in them. Then they zoomed off to the west.
The dogs suddenly barked, pulling at their leashes to go west. The soldiers snarled in triumph, charging off on my new trail. I smiled. Those spirits would go for days and days, leading them deeper and deeper into the woods.
I giggled, my wings fluttering. What a delicious prank. If those soldiers got lost, and humans always did, well, they deserved it.
I flittered from my perch in the tree, across the ravine, hidden by abjuration spirits warping light around me. I landed in an elm tree, staring down at the humans hiding in the brush, my head cocked to the side as the trio rose from the brush, relief on their faces.
The man had such a handsome, chiseled face. I understood why the two loved him. I was so glad they showed up. It was so boring the last week.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sisterly Delight
Zanyia
I prowled through the brush, moving with utter silence. I smelled the deer grazing just a few feet away. I approached downwind. My heart hammered. I hadn't ever hunted for real, only played at it as a kitten. But we needed food.
I sprang.
The deer squealed as I landed on its back. Young, not quite a fawn, but not quite an adult. My teeth snagged its throat, crushing its windpipe to choke it. My claws dug into its flesh, holding on tight. It kicked and danced, struggling to throw me off, sweeping its head so its little stubby antlers could find my flesh.
I didn't let up. Not with its salty blood in my mouth. We didn't eat at all yesterday. My stomach rumbled. I wouldn't let this deer go. It was breakfast and lunch and dinner. We needed it. Especially Kora. Conjuring the bridge yesterday afternoon had wiped her out.
The deer staggered. It let out one more mournful wail then collapsed. Its body twitched. I didn't let go until I stopped feeling the pulse of its life beat through its neck. My tail swished in triumph when the beast went still.
We would eat!
“That makes a lot of noise,” Master said, appearing at the top of the hill.
I lifted my mouth, shrugged. “It worked. Did you kill anything?”
“I don't know how to hunt,” he scowled.
“You make too much noise,” I smirked at him as he came down the hill. “You need to be crafty. Like me.”
“I know how to sneak,” he said. “Just woods are different. So much stuff to brush. Everything you touch makes noise.”
With Master's help, I cleaned the dear and we carried it to our small camp in a dell. Kora still slept on the bed of leaves we made for her, her face covered by her robe. She'd slept since we made camp last night, just exhausted by everything.
My stomach rumbled again, the smell of venison roasting on the fire watering my mouth. I crouched beside my master, the firelight painting my naked skin. The trees made our little dell dark even in the noon sun.
“I think we lost them, Master,” I said. “They never figured out we crossed the ravine.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, glancing at his sister. “Kora's plan saved us.”
“So did this,” I giggled, patting his cock through his leather pants. “How many men could satiate two women under those circumstances?”
“You didn't cum,” he pointed out.
“But I was getting there. I would have if we had more time.” I rubbed my cheek against his arm, purring contentedly.
He pulled out his map from his pouch, unfurling it. “I think we're here,” he said, stabbing a part on the southeastern side. “That had to be the Hoyvein river. If we follow it east, it leads to these farming villages on the edge of the woods.”
“Think we'll find a virgin to use to lure in the faerie?” I asked.
“They can be hard to find in farming villages. Girls who grow up around livestock tend to be earthy. But I'm sure we'll manage.”
“Assuming you can keep this in your pants, Master,” I giggled, squeezing his cock again.
“I have some amount of self-control,” he grinned. “I won't ruin her before we attract the faerie's interest.”
“Just a smidgen.” It felt so wonderful to be so relaxed with my owner. No fear that I would say the wrong thing and be beaten. I didn't have to cringe every time he raised his arm. This man loved me. Cared for me.
Such joy filled me.
It was near evening, after Master and I glutted on venison, that Kora awoke. I grinned at her, holding out a big strip of meat. She smiled, took it, and devoured it just like I would. With so much enthusiasm.
I saw it in her eyes. That simple joy of being alive with the people she loved.
~ * ~
Kora Falk
One hunger satiated, my belly full of wonderful venison, I hooked an arm over my step-brother's shoulder as darkness deepened around our campfire. I had to feed my other hunger and love him. What we did yesterday, in the haste to save our lives, wasn't a celebration of our survival, but a necessary and carnal act.
I wanted to enjoy myself. I wanted to unite the three of us in passion. I kissed him hard, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. At the same moment, I reached past him, seizing Zanyia's hand, pulling her to us. Her ears twitched. Her purr rose.
Her lips joined ours in a three-way kiss.
It felt so wonderful, so right, to love Sven with Zanyia. The events of the last few days had welded us so tight. Her hand tightened on mine as we savored my brother's strong lips. Our tongues brushed each other, licking, caressing, the passion building between my thighs, my nethers smoldering from their touch.
Sven's hand slid into my robe, finding my round breast. His other hand cupped Zanyia's small, firm tit. We both moaned our delight as he squeezed and kneaded our tits. His thumb ran across my nipple, shooting fire to my—
“Well, this is quite the sight,” Princess Ava purred, her voice tiny.
The three of us broke apart in guilty shock as the princess's rose quartz proxy grew out of Sven's pouch. Her naked, lithe form swelled, blossoming into her full beauty. The specks of crystal in her stony flesh glittered in the firelight as she straddled Sven's waist, pressing against him, her arms on his shoulders.
“Ava!” he gasped. “It's not what you think.”
“That you weren't kissing your step-sister and groping her breast?” Ava asked, arching an eyebrow.
Sven didn't say anything, struggling to gather himself. He loved Ava as much as me. He didn't want the princess to know about us. Neither did I. I didn't want to ruin their love with our forbidden passion.
Ava smiled, her lips looking so soft despite what they were made of. “I saw you two nights ago, before the chase. You were making love to her. And...” She leaned in closer, pressing her forehead aga
inst his. “I want to join in. I want to love your sister with you.”
Sven didn't hesitate. His hands grabbed Ava's ass. “Just like we used to share all those naughty girls who slipped into our bed.”
“No,” Ava purred, grinding herself on my brother's cock. “I want to love her, not just fuck her. She's your sister, Sven. I saw it. You care for her, too.”
“I have a big heart,” he grinned, kneading her pliant ass.
“Yes, he does,” Zanyia purred, so happy.
I leaned against Ava, pressing my naked tits into her soft flesh. I wanted to touch her in her stone proxy, to feel that impossible rock yielding like skin. I touched her belly, sliding up to a firm breast, squeezing it.
Felt like any pliant tit I've groped.
“Then let's love him together,” I purred. “Because one day, we'll be sisters when you marry him.”
Ava grinned at me. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I shivered at the soft touch of her yielding lips. They were dry, but smooth as glass. My tongue probed into her mouth. It was so different from kissing a living creature. She had warmth, but no real taste other than of stone.
I couldn't wait to make love to the princess's real body. To taste her saliva, her skin, her pussy. I shuddered. My other hand sliding between her naked thighs, feeling the strange bush adorning her cunt. Then I found the glass-smooth lips of her pussy, caressing them.
Pressing into them.
Ava whimpered just like a real woman would, savoring my digits sliding into her pussy. She squirmed on my brother, our tongues dueling, loving each other. Sven groaned as he watched us, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing it.
The princess broke the kiss, crystals in her eyes sparkling. “I want to watch you fuck your brother, Kora!”
“Yes,” Zanyia clapped. “They're so beautiful when they fuck, Princess.”
“I bet they are,” Ava moaned, slipping from me and my brother, cuddling against Zanyia's body.
“Well, sister dear?” Sven grinned at me, stretching out on his back, his cock thrusting up from his crotch, the firelight painting it. “Why don't you just hop on and go for a ride?”
