Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  “Oh, yes, princess,” I moaned, lying on my back in our camp at the forest's edge. I shuddered, humping my pussy against the rosy lips of Ava's proxy, the stone tongue lapping through my folds. “Mmm, I wish you could taste how hot you make me.”

  “Me, too,” Princess Ava moaned, the flecks of crystal in her eyes gleaming in the setting sun. “But once you reach my father's secret and stop his army, then we can be together for real.”

  “You'll marry my brother,” I moaned. “And I'll be his spinster sister.”

  “And our bed warmer,” grinned the princess, her rose quartz face smeared in my pussy juices. “Sneaking in at night to revel in passion with us.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, eager to share the princess with my step-brother.

  Such joy beat in my heart. It hadn't dwindled at all over the last few days. The taboo love I shared with Sven didn't have to end with our vengeance. We could continue to share our passion for each other. I was so thankful that Ava understood our love. Approved of it.

  Was willing to share it.

  “Your brother will have quite the harem,” grinned Ava. She took a fluttering lick through my pussy, ending on my clit. “Me, you, Zanyia. And there's my bedmaid, Greta. I want to see Sven take her cherry and fuck her hard.”

  “Ooh, you wicked princess,” I said then gasped, her lips sucking hard on my clit.

  “So wicked,” she moaned between sucks and nibbles on my bud.

  I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me. I humped against her lapping tongue, my fingers stroking her strange, stony hair. My fingers caressed the thick locks of carved hair, slick and ropy and so smooth. I pulled her face tight against my pussy, my round breasts jiggling as she licked and lapped.

  I stared up at the tree above us, the branches swaying, almost moaning like it shared the same wicked pleasure as I. That made me grin, imagining a tree cumming thanks to a wicked princess's licking mouth.

  Or maybe just getting off on watching our lesbian passion.

  “Ooh, yes, princess,” I moaned, staring up at the swaying branches, leaves so dark as twilight deepened. “Just devour my snatch. Make me cum on those royal lips.”

  “Yes! Shower me in your tangy cream!”

  The princess jabbed two fingers into my snatch. I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on them. My body shuddered, such hot rapture rippling through me. I humped against her plunging digits, loving every moment of them penetrating my hot snatch while her tongue flicked against my clit, attacking it, driving it wild.

  My bud drank in the sensations. My pussy tightened on her plunging fingers every time she buried them into my snatch. My cunt drank in the friction, making my body heave, my round breasts jiggle. I moaned out my passion into the evening air.

  “You naughty princess!” I gasped, my entire body bucking as she slipped a finger into my asshole.

  Her finger probed deep into my bowels. I shuddered, the digit wiggling in me, adding such a velvety delight to her other actions. My asshole clenched down on her finger, my pussy drinking in the pumping glide of her other two digits.

  I humped against her, her tongue flicking faster and faster at my clit. My orgasm burned through me, growing, swelling, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back in my head. I let out a whimpering groan of rapture as her fingers curled in my snatch.

  Brushed that special spot.

  “Princess!” I howled, quivering in rapture. “Oh, princess, yes!”

  I came.

  My pussy and asshole writhed about her probing fingers. My juices flooded out hot around her digits, splashing her rose quartz face. Pleasure rippled through my body as she lapped up my cream. Her tongue danced across my pussy lips, keeping the rapture alive in me. I groaned and gasped, trembling as it spilled through me.

  Gave me such wonderful delight.

  Stars burst before my eyes. I imagined the tree moaning louder with me, cumming in tandem with the rapture exploding out of my cunt. My body bucked and heaved. My fingers pulled at the bedding I thrashed on, gripping it as the ecstasy drowned my mind.

  “Such a hot pussy,” groaned the princess. “Mmm, so much cream pouring out of you.”

  “So much!” I whimpered then gasped as she sucked on my labia with her lips. They felt so real. So alive despite being made out of quartz. “Ava!”

  “Mistress Kora!”

  As I thrashed, Zanyia scampered into camp, her tail swishing behind her, firm tits jiggling. She threw herself on her knees beside me, staring down at my cumming face. She licked her lips, her entire body bursting with excitement.

  “We found her!” squealed the lamia.

  “Wonderful,” I moaned, my pleasure peaking in me.

  A moment later, I heard the clop of hooves. Then Sven appeared, riding a roan horse and leading a second mount, a palfrey. A girl sat on the saddle before him, maybe eighteen, her blonde, braided pigtails bouncing across her chest. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were wide.

  “Oh, my,” the girl gasped.

  “I told you we were on an important quest,” Sven said, holding her tight. “And you're so important for us to complete it. You're just what we need.”

  The virgin beamed as she squirmed.

  I shuddered in pure delight. One more step to stopping Prince Meinard and avenging our murdered parents and sister.

  ~ * ~

  Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  “She's perfect,” I beamed as I opened the eyes of my real body. I lay in my bedchambers in my step-father's castle, my bedmaid lifting her face from my thighs. My cream adorned her lips, her golden-blonde pigtails framing her mischievous face.

  “Who is, princess?” she asked, licking her lips, sweeping up my fresh-tasting cream.

  “Nathalie,” I sighed as Greta crawled up my body. She liked licking me while I inhabited proxies.

  “Is she the virgin?”

  I nodded, pulling Greta close to me. “They'll have the faerie soon. And then I'm going to be Sven's wife.” I gave my bedmaid a naughty grin. “And you know what that means, don't you?”

  She licked her lips, trembling. “No.”

  My hand slid down my bedmaid's naked back to cup her ass. I pulled her close to me, feeling her wet pussy and thick, silky bush rub on my thigh. “He's going to pop that cherry. My husband is going to break in your pussy.”

  The girl trembled, her blue eyes so wide. “If that's how you want to spend my cherry.” She snuggled closer to me, humping that hot pussy on my thigh. “But it seems like such a waste to me.”

  “A waste?” I frowned. “Giving your virginity to the man I love is a waste?”

  “Well, he loves you. Nothing will change that, least of all giving him my virgin twat.” Greta nuzzled her lips into my ear. “But I had an idea. A way you could get true value from my cherry.”

  I squeezed her eighteen-year-old rump. “What?”

  My eyes widened as Greta whispered her naughty plan.

  ~ * ~

  Aingeal – Forest of Lhes, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  “What an appealing virgin,” I purred, pulling my fingers out of my pussy. I licked my honey-flavored cream off of them as the mortals settled in for the night. Nathalie intrigued me. Her purity made me flutter. It was so alien to a faerie.

  So unique.

  Even knowing she was a trap made me want to swoop down and have fun with her. My butterfly-like wings fluttered. But I had a naughtier plan. Something far, far wickeder. My heart quivered in excitement.

  It was time to let the fun begin.

  Chapter Thirty-One: Selling the Bedmaid

  Princess Ava – Echur Castle, the Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  “Mmm, you just look scrumptious,” I told my bedmaid Greta outside of Shevoin's room. “He's going to eat you up.”

  “That's the plan,” Greta said, the eighteen-year-old's face pink. Her blonde pigtails danced across her shoulders as she trembled. Her blue
eyes twinkled.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

  “My princess, I gave you my cherry,” the girl moaned, shifting in her silk slip, her nipples hard against it. I wore a similar slip, clinging to my slim body. “And this was my idea.”

  “Still, you can lose it to Sven.”

  “We have to know more information.” The bedmaid took a deep breath, the thin material of her slip hugging her ample breasts. “I'm ready to do this.”

  I raised my hand, knocked hard on the door. The rap echoed through the mage's bedchamber. My loathsome step-father was out inspecting his artificial soldiers, readying for his push against his rival, the Princedom of Anaopeth to the west. If he wasn't stopped, his army of statues would cause so much death and destruction.

  Greta was right. I had to learn more. To help Sven defeat my father's foul plans. And Shevoin was in my father's confidence. The master mage aided him, providing the magics. I had a feeling he was behind my father's ability to control an entire army of proxies instead of just one like I could.

  Footsteps padded to the door. “What is it? Is there a problem?”

  “No problem, Master Mage,” I purred as the door creaked open.

  I put my arm around Greta, pulling the bedmaid tight to me. I put on my most seductive smile, my nipples so hard against my dress. Our plan tonight excited me. I was so eager to watch Greta lose her virginity. To give my servant to a man. To prostitute her.

  It made me feel so wicked. A bead of pussy juice worked down from my hot snatch.

  “Princess,” he said in surprise, wearing the black robes of a master mage wrapped loosely about his body, clearly just thrown on when he heard my knock. “What are you doing here so late?”

  “I just need to talk to you,” I purred, my hand sliding down Greta's hip to cup her ass through her silk slip. “I need... information.”

  Sweat beaded the master mage's forehead. “You really shouldn't be here. I don't think your father would approve.”

  “He thinks I'm a child,” I moaned. “But I'm not. I'm a woman.” I reached out, touching the triangle of his bare chest exposed by him hastily tying his robes. “Don't you agree?”

  His skin felt hot beneath my hand. He trembled, licking his lips. He was an older man, his hair grayed, giving him an air of dignity and wisdom. But the look in his eyes was so eager, so boyish, like he couldn't believe what was happening.

  “You are definitely not a child, Princess,” he groaned. “That's why you should...”

  I shushed him with my finger, pressing it against his lips. Then I pushed Greta into the room. I followed after her, our bodies brushing up against his robes. I felt him throbbing beneath, growing so hard at the sight of our nubile bodies.

  “You're just who I need,” I groaned, guiding Greta to his bed. “You have the information I need.”

  “Information?” Shevoin asked, slamming shut his door. “You really shouldn't be here. Especially not dressed like that.”

  “Is there something wrong with our dress?” I asked, looking down. Then my hands seized the hem of my slip. Greta mirrored me. I pulled it up, exposing more and more of my pale thighs. He swallowed as my strawberry-blonde bush came into view, dripping with my excitement. I kept drawing it up, exposing flat belly and then my small, perky breasts. I peeled the slip off, dropping it on the ground.

  Greta bared her round breasts beside me, her naked hip brushing mine. Shevoin groaned.

  “Is that better?” I asked, dropping my slip.

  “Oh, gods,” the mage groaned. “Your father will be wroth if he learns about this.”

  “Learns about what?” I asked, my hands seizing Greta's body, roaming her naked flesh, feeling my bedmaid shudder beneath my touch. “Wanting to help him?”

  “You think this is helping him?” the mage said, voice strangled. “Coming into my bedchamber? He...”

  “Loves me?” I asked. “He does. And that's the problem.” My hands cupped Greta's round breasts, kneading them. The mage's eyes fixed on those plump melons, watching my fingers dig into the soft flesh. I brushed hard nipples, bringing a whimper to Greta's lips. “I need to help him, but he won't confide in me.

  “But you know his plans.”

  “Princess,” he groaned, watching me fondle my bedmaid's tits. “I can't...”

  “Can't tell me about the lodestone?” I asked, rolling hard nipples between my fingers.

  “Yes, you can tell her,” whimpered Greta, her hips wiggling, pressing her ass back into me. I shuddered, draping my naked body against her supple back. My nipples throbbed on her skin, my pussy growing so wet.

  “How do you know about the lodestone?” Shevoin groaned.

  “I was in Daddy's study the other day,” I purred. “Beneath his desk. You were talking about it. What's it for?”

  “I can't tell you that.” The mage rubbed sweaty palms on his robe, his cock tenting the front. So hard. So aching.

  “Yes, you can,” I pouted, resting my chin on Greta's shoulder. I moved my right hand down her body from her breast, caressing her flat stomach, reaching lower and lower. I brushed a blonde, silky bush. “Just tell me.”

  “If your father wants you to know, he'll tell you,” groaned the mage. “I promised him my fealty. I can't betray that.”

  “I'm his daughter.” I shivered. “He trusts me, too. He just wants to protect me. He thinks I'm too young for this.” My fingers slid through Greta's silky bush, finding the hot folds of her pussy. The girl whimpered as I stroked her virgin flesh. “I have to prove to him that I'm not too young. I'm twenty-one. I'm a woman. I'm his heir. I need to know these things. I'm an imbuer, too. I'm not delicate like he thinks.”

  “I can't,” he groaned.

  “Not even for a trade?” I rubbed harder at Greta's cunt, her juices coating my fingers. Her ass wiggled, rubbing into my pubic mound. I loved the feel of her rump against me. “She's a virgin.”

  “What?” groaned Shevoin.

  “She's a virgin. My finger's rubbing on her hymen right now.” I licked my lips. “You can use pussy juices to power your magic. The serving girls are always talking about how they have to masturbate into vials for you. Doesn't the juices of a cunt you've deflowered work better for your magic? Imagine having access to Greta's cream whenever you need it. I can let you borrow her.”

  “Yes,” whimpered Greta, her hips wiggling. “I have a cherry you can pop.”

  “Gods give me strength,” groaned the mage.

  I grinned. “So the Lodestone... It's connected to the army, isn't it? It's what allows my father to control them?”

  “Yes,” he said, voice hoarse, the words almost ripped out of him. His eyes bored on my fingers playing with Greta's virgin snatch. “I enchanted it myself.”

  I moved Greta, pushing her down on the bed. I stretched out beside her, spreading her thighs. Then her pussy lips. He stared at her virgin cunt, my thumb brushing the hymen covering the entrance to her cunt, feeling the little holes in her maidenhead.

  “How does it work?” I groaned. “How can he control all those different statues? He has an army of them. Thousands.”

  “The Lodestone lets the cattle act as the wills for his proxies,” panted the master mage, his hands fumbling at the knots to his robe. He ripped it open, his cock thrusting out through the parting fabric.

  Cattle? My eyes widened. The slaves Sven and his sister liberated? The ones Zizthithana's warleader captured for her? My father let the foul Shizhuthians to operate in his land for this reason? I hid my disgust as Shevoin came to the bed.

  I grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down Greta's pussy as he mounted her. My bedmaid shuddered, feeling the dick at her virgin snatch. I stared up at the mage, gripping his dick hard in my hand.

  “These cattle? Are they livestock he purchases?” I needed confirmation.

  “Slaves,” he groaned. “They have their wills stripped away when they're harnessed. Doesn't matter who they were before. Men, women. Just so long as thei
r minds power the soldiers.”

  “That's...” Disgusting. “Amazing. My father is so powerful.”

  “Uh-huh,” groaned Shevoin, his cock pressing on Greta's pussy.

  My bedmaid sucked in her breath.

  “Not yet,” I groaned. “You told my father about a woman. He went to see her. And whatever she did for him worked.”

  The mage shot me a glance. He worked his lower lip. I frowned, his dick throbbing in my grip. “I shouldn't.”

  “Shouldn't?” I asked. “Maybe I should find another to take my bedmaid's cherry.” I lifted his cock from her pussy.

  “No,” he groaned, licking his lips. “She feels so warm. I could use her pussy juices. To help your father. Let me deflower her.”

  “Then tell me whom you sent him to see,” I purred, guiding his cock to my bedmaid's pussy, pressing the tip against her hymen.

  “A rogue priestess of Luben!” he shouted and thrust.

  Greta gasped as his dick tore her virginity. My bedmaid's body arched, filled with a cock for the first time. She whimpered, her thighs locking about the mage's waist. He pumped away at her snatch, fucking her so hard, driving his dick over and over into her cunt.

  I shuddered, my pussy burning to be touched. I had just sold my bedmaid's virginity. I prostituted her to this man. A dizzy thrill shot through me. My hand flew between my thighs, rubbing my hot pussy. I groaned, my juices coating my fingers.

  “Why did he need to see a rogue priestess of Luben?” I asked.

  “I don't know,” the mage groaned, thrusting so hard, burying his cock over and over into my bedmaid's pussy. “He just... asked me to find one. Said it was... personal.” The mage glanced at me, pleasure crossing his face.

  “Personal?” I asked, my breasts jiggling as I shuddered, thrusting two fingers into my juicy snatch. I ached to be filled. By my step-father's cock. He hadn't fucked me all day. I needed him in me. As much as I hated being with him, I burned for the taboo pleasure of his dick filling me.

  “Yes, yes, fuck my pussy!” Greta moaned. “Ooh, yes, ram that cock into me. You love it, Shevoin!”

  “Such a tight cunt!” grunted the master mage, the bed creaking as he hammered her snatch. “I'm going to love collecting your cream.”