by Reed James
“Yes,” I whimpered, pleasure racing through me as I pondered why my father would need a rogue priestess of Luben.
But it was so hard to think with my aching desire for my father. I lusted for his dick filling me right now. To gasp and moan with the same rapture that Greta experienced. She bucked and humped into Shevoin's thrusts, her pussy full of hard dick.
My cunt clenched on my fingers. I tried not to think of my father and his pale-blond hair, his ice-blue eyes. I wanted the passion of my Sven. His big cock filling me, fucking me while his step-sister watched. He was the man I should desire.
But I wanted my father so badly. I groaned, my fingers plunging faster and faster into my snatch. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. Such delicious pleasure sparked through me. I whimpered, groaned, my cunt growing so hot around my fingers. My snatch so silky. I clenched down on my fingers.
The friction increased.
I shuddered more, whimpering “Daddy!”
I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of Shevoin rutting atop my bedmaid fade into my fantasy of my step-father mounting me, plunging that forbidden cock into my depths. My cunt clenched so hard about my fingers, drinking in the stimulation, pretending it was my father's shaft filling me. Fucking me.
“Oh, Daddy, yes!”
You're my slut, sweetling , he moaned in my thoughts. I made you into my whore. Just like your mother.
“You did, Daddy!” I whimpered. “You turned me into your utter whore! Your wanton slut!”
I hated it. The shame of my desire for my father swelled in me. I pumped my fingers faster and faster in my cunt. The pleasure radiated through me. My toes curled, my orgasm building and building in me as I pictured my father fucking me so hard.
He pounded me. His balls smacked into my taint, full of his taboo seed. He wanted to breed me. He wanted me pregnant with his child. It was so wrong. I wanted to have Sven's child, but just thinking of having my father's son had me gasping.
“Yes, yes, breed me, Daddy!” I whimpered, lost to my depraved fantasy. “I need it. I'm your whore! You made me your slut!”
My pussy convulsed about my fingers. My orgasm surged through me.
I thrashed beside Greta and Shevoin, the mage spilling his cum into her once virgin flesh while I fantasized about my father doing the same. My cunt massaged my digits, sucking at them like they were a dick spurting hot jizz. I gasped and moaned.
My father made me into a slut and...
My eyes widened. “My father made me into his slut!”
Orgasmic pleasure burned through me as it clicked in my head. A rogue priestess of Luben... The clergy of the God of Love and Marriage were always a married couple. A priest and a priestess. To be a rogue priestess meant she had to violate her marriage, to give into her lust and fuck another. To serve a different god: Las. The God of Lust. Defiler of everything Luben stood for.
And the night my step-father returned from seeing her, I was consumed by lust for him. He had a rogue priestess enchant his body, to make him irresistible to me. No wonder I couldn't control myself. I hated the man and yet wanted to fuck him so badly.
“That Las-poxed bastard!” I hissed.
“Hmm,” Shevoin moaned, his voice throaty with pleasure.
I shuddered, remembering where I was. “Mmm, nothing. I should be going. You enjoy Greta. Collect all the pussy juices you want from her deflowered cunt. I expect her back in the morning.”
“Yes, Princess,” he groaned and then kissed my bedmaid.
I rolled out of the bed, such anger swelling through me. I couldn't wait for my Sven to crush my father.
Chapter Thirty-Two: Virgin's Oral Fun
Kora Falk – The Forest of Lhes, the Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
“I can't trust you around the virgin, brother mine,” I purred, pushing Sven out of the tent, Zanyia and Nathalie lounging on the bedding behind me.
“Can I trust you with Nathalie, sweet sister?” Sven asked, not fighting me. He gave me such a wicked grin, his blue eyes twinkling.
“You can,” I grinned at my step-brother. “Licking pussy doesn't pop cherries. But that big cock you have in your britches loves nothing more than deflowering maidens.”
“I won't mess up,” Sven told me. “I can control myself. I didn't violate her virginity when I found her.”
“And I want to keep her that way, brother mine. We need this faerie. So just keep watch. I'll send Zanyia out to keep you company.”
“While you lick that eighteen-year-old virgin twat,” he groaned. “You are so cruel, sister dear.”
I beamed at him. “I'll try to keep her from screaming her head off. I don't want to torture you. Too much.”
“Such a cruel sister I love,” he groaned.
I leaned against him, my hands caressing his naked, muscular torso as I planted a hot kiss on his mouth, his whiskers rasping against me. A hot delight surged through me. But this was such a lucky opportunity. To play with a woman my brother couldn't touch. I loved him, but he was still my brother.
I still had to be a bratty little sister from time to time.
I broke the kiss, leaving him sucking in deep breaths, his cock so hard. “Maybe Ava will show up. She'll take care of you.”
“She said she was busy tonight finding out information,” he groaned. “You could take care of me.”
“Nope,” I grinned. “I have a virgin pussy to devour.”
Then I turned and ducked into the tent. Zanyia crouched naked by the eighteen-year-old virgin, her tawny tail swishing back and forth, her triangular ears twitching. She licked her lips, drinking in the beauty of the virgin in her rough-spun peasant dress, the brown skirt cinched high beneath her breasts, pressing the white bodice tight to her small tits. She had golden-blonde hair in twin pigtails, her face flushed.
“Are you really going to lick my pussy?” Nathalie asked. “I've never done that before.”
“Yum,” Zanyia groaned.
“I am,” I grinned. “While my brother keeps watch.”
“He could... lick my pussy, too,” the virgin moaned, her eyes growing dreamy.
She had a crush on my brother. How cute. “Nope. We need your maidenhead intact.”
“To be bait for a faerie?” She licked her lips. “This all sounds so... dangerous.”
“It is,” Zanyia purred, her hands reaching out, unlacing the skirt. It grew loose. Then the lamia pulled it off the girl, revealing the blouse was actually a slip falling down to the virgin's mid thighs. Her legs were sleek and lovely.
I fell down beside her, caressing her face. “Once we have the faerie, Sven will take that cherry just the way you want it.”
The girl beamed at me. Then gasped as I planted my lips on hers.
She had such a soft mouth. So timid. She shivered beneath me as my tongue flicked across her lips, tasting her sweetness. Then she groaned, parting her lips and letting my tongue slide into her mouth. The eighteen-year-old virgin whimpered.
I kissed her harder as Zanyia unlaced the girl's slip. Her hands parted the cloth, revealing two small breasts, little cones about the size of the lamia's own tits. Purring in excitement, Zanyia licked and lapped at a pink nub. Nathalie moaned and whimpered into our kiss, her body shuddering.
I shivered in the kiss, loving this virgin experiencing her first touches of pleasure. Her tongue met mine, growing bolder and bolder as her pleasure mounted. She whimpered when Zanyia engulfed the pink nub, sucking hard on the virgin's tit.
I broke the kiss, giving her a smile, the ruby amulet swaying with my tits as I shifted. “Doesn't that just feel wonderful?”
The girl nodded her head, her blue eyes so wide. “Her tongue's so rough. Ooh, I like it. And she's sucking so hard.”
“Zanyia is such a wanton thing,” I grinned at her, my hand cupping her other breast. I moved down, flicking her nipple with my tongue.
Nathalie whimpered and shuddered. Her body squirmed as we played with her nipples. The virgin's moans echoed
through the tent. I knew my poor brother could hear her. I sucked harder on her nub.
“Kora!” she whimpered, her body bucking. “Ooh, that's nice.”
My pussy clenched, juices running down my naked body. I shivered, my breasts jiggling, ruby amulet swaying between them, brushing the girl's skin. Her hand reached out, brushing my round breast, squeezing my tit as her awakened passion drove her to explore her sexuality.
I nipped her nipple, making her gasp, her thighs pressing together, still covered by her slip. I stared down her body, wanting to unveil all of her. My hand pushed down her slip, revealing more and more of her stomach. Zanyia helped, purring as she suckled on the virgin's other nub.
My hand uncovered a golden bush. My fingers rubbed through the silk. I shivered, feeling her heat soaking her pubic hair. I brushed her pussy, a tight slit aching to be filled. My digits parted the folds, brushing her intact hymen.
Oh, she was perfect to lure in the faerie. In a day or two, we'd have the key to get us to where that bastard hid his lodestone. The seat of his power.
“Kora,” the girl whimpered as I brushed her clit. “Ooh, that feels nice.”
“Yes, it does,” groaned Zanyia, popping her mouth off her nipple. “Ooh, let's have fun.”
“Yes,” Nathalie whimpered.
I shivered, nodding my head. The three of us pressed our bodies together, licking, kissing. Our tongues danced across each other's mouth. Our naked flesh caressed each other. Hot pussies rubbed on my legs, small breasts pressed into my sides. My nipples kissed theirs as we rolled around in the tent, touching and caressing each other.
“Your pussy is so hot!” Nathalie moaned as I ended up on my back. “Can I... Can I eat your pussy, Kora? I've always wanted to try. I've just been... so scared!”
“Yes!” I groaned, parting my thighs for the eager virgin.
“Enjoy her, Mistress Kora,” Zanyia purred, her tail swishing as she broke away. “I'm going to play with Sven. He needs me so badly.”
“Yes, yes, give my brother what he needs,” I groaned as the virgin pushed apart my thighs. She knelt between them, her braided pigtails swaying about her face, the ends brushing the slopes of her small breasts. “Please him.”
“I'll give him my mouth and pussy,” Zanyia groaned and vanished out the tent.
“Just me and you,” I purred to Nathalie, cupping her face. “Mmm, eating pussy is so easy. Just do what comes natural to you.”
“I will,” the virgin said, her eyes at once both scared and excited as she stared down at my shaved cunt. My juices coated my vulva, more dribbling down to my ass. “That looks so good.”
Then, with a boldness that surprised me, the virgin buried her face into my pussy. I groaned at her tongue licking so wildly across my hot snatch. I gasped, her blue eyes staring up my tattooed body as she licked and lapped. I quivered, my pussy clenching in delight as her tongue danced through my folds, teasing me.
Pleasure spilled through my body as the virgin devoured my cunt. She feasted on it. Her lusts must have been bottled tight. And now I unleashed them. Her tongue licked and lapped, parting my folds, brushing my clit. Her fingers slid between my asscheeks, gripping them as she feasted and licked.
“Rithi's delicate fingers and keen eyes!” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, you're a natural at this, Nathalie.”
“Really?” the virgin asked with such breathy excitement. “You mean that?”
“Yes, you're going to make me cum so hard on that licking mouth.”
“Yes!” she moaned in delight before burying her face back into my snatch.
The virgin's tongue churned through my pussy. The eighteen-year-old girl feasted on me. I whimpered, my snatch drinking in the pleasure of her tongue. She swirled it around my clit, her lips briefly sucking before she buried her tongue into my cunt. She caressed my inner walls.
I gasped, my body bucking. My round tits heaved as the virgin's amazing tongue danced through my folds. She was so skilled. She knew just where to lick, guided by her awakened instincts. I clenched the bedding while humping against her hungry mouth.
“Gods, yes!” I whimpered. “Just a natural!”
Her tongue fluttered through my depths, her cute nose rubbing on my clit. She moaned and groaned into my snatch, almost purring in delight. The sounds teased my folds, adding a vibrating delight that had me squirming.
“Slata's hairy cunt, that's good!” I moaned. “And Saphique's sweet pussy. I'm going to cream your mouth.”
“Yum!” the virgin moaned between licks. She licked her tongue up to my clit.
I gasped, my body electrified as she flicked and batted my bud.
Pleasure surged through me. My orgasm swelled and swelled. Her tongue danced on my clit. My breasts and my amulet heaved as my juices flowed. The scent of my tangy musk filled the tent. I groaned, grinding my snatch on her hungry mouth, my labia drinking in the feel of her chin and lips.
I bucked as her lips sucked so hard on my clit. She nursed on my bud. Pleasure arced through my body, lightning crashing out of the sky. My snatch grew hotter and hotter. The pressure swelled until I trembled on the verge of erupting.
The virgin's teeth nipped my pussy.
“Nathalie!” I howled, my orgasm exploding through me. “You wonderful virgin. Gods, yes! Drink my cream!”
Her lips abandoned my clit so her tongue could lap up my pussy juices flooding out of my spasming cunt. Pleasure washed through my body as she feasted. She licked up every drop she could, leaving me trembling. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I moaned and whimpered, such heat bursting through me.
Such delight. She made me groan and gasp. She had me shivering in delight. The euphoria surged through me. My pussy convulsed. This naughty virgin made me cum so hard. She was a natural at sex. She'd make my brother so happy when he took her virginity.
“Oh, Nathalie, you are such a treasure!”
“Will you lick my pussy now?” the virgin asked.
“Yes, yes, let's lick each other!” I moaned, needing more rapture.
~ * ~
Sven Falk
I grinned as Zanyia sauntered out of the tent I bought today in the village. I had replaced the supplies we'd lost when we abandoned our mounts during the chase. My step-sister was so cruel to kick me out. But my lamia slave knew I needed relief. I let go of my cock, stroking it as I leaned against the tree.
“Master!” she purred, reaching me, her naked body quivering. She shifted, almost nervous, her small breasts jiggling. Her tail swished behind her. “I... I want to love you.”
“Always,” I groaned, pulling her to me.
Her petite body pressed against mine, my cock rubbing on her stomach. I kissed her hard, my tongue diving into my lamia's mouth. She whimpered against me, arms going around my neck. I cupped her ass, squeezing, kneading her butt-cheeks. Our tongues danced, her kiss so eager, like she was trying to prove something.
Feminine moans came from the tent. Kora's moans.
My dick throbbed against her stomach. Zanyia wiggled against me as we kissed. I groaned into our kiss, savoring the feel of her petite flesh against me, her nipples so hard. Her lips so sweet. I squeezed her ass hard, breaking the kiss to stare into her golden, slitted eyes.
“You make me so hard,” I groaned.
“I can feel that, Master,” she purred. “Mmm, maybe I should do something about it.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “With those lips.”
“A blowjob?” She sounded shocked. “Yes, yes, I can do that, Master. I can suck your cock. Anything for you. I... I love you!”
“And I love my little slave,” I groaned, squeezing her ass, speaking the truth. She'd grown in my heart, finding a place in there with Kora and Ava.
Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Zanyia slid down my body. I groaned, loving the feel of her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing on my chest. Then she knelt before me. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched as they thrust out of her tawny hair. She purred as she grasped my c
ock in her trembling hands.
She stroked me, staring at the tip of my dick, her eyes so wide in awe. My slave worshiped my cock. I could feel it in the adoration of her gaze. Then she leaned in, her pink tongue swiping across the tip, almost hesitant.
My dick twitched.
She giggled.
“Mmm, that tastes good, Master.”
“You're just such a slut for my cock,” I groaned, leaning back against the tree. “Just love it.”
She licked it again, her tongue swirling about the crown of my dick. Her hand seized the base, gripping it as she licked again and again. Her tongue caressed the sensitive tip, pleasure shooting down my shaft to my balls.
I groaned out my pleasure. She purred louder, golden eyes staring up at me. Her tail swished behind her as she leaned in and kissed at the tip. Then her tongue slid around the crown. She fisted my dick, licking faster and faster.
But I wanted more. I wanted those lips around my dick.
“Suck my cock!” I groaned.
“But you're so big,” she panted. “Ooh, just such a big cock, Master.”
“And you love taking my dick in your mouth, slave,” I panted.
Zanyia shuddered. Her lips opened wide, sliding around the tip. Her forehead furrowed like she found it a challenge. She groaned, forcing her mouth to open wider and wider. She let out a choking sound and then groaned, her mouth fully engulfing my dick.
I was about to ask her if something was wrong, but then she sucked. Hard. Pleasure shot down my shaft. I groaned as she stroked my dick and loved it with her mouth, cheeks hollowing. She groaned, bobbing her head, loving my dick. Worshiping it.
“That's it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, and move that tongue. You know I love that tongue dancing.” I shuddered. “Yes, yes, just like that. Damn, Zanyia, that's good. I'm going to cum down your throat.”
She purred in delight, sucking so hard at my cock. Pleasure surged through me. I groaned, savoring her blowjob. Her mouth so hot and wet. Her tongue caressed my shaft as she worked those sealed-tight lips up and down my dick.
She purred, her moans humming around my dick. Her cat-like ears twitched, her tail swaying faster and faster. She sucked harder and harder, her blowjob such a sloppy thing. It felt so amazing. She slurped on my dick, making such obscene sounds as she pleasured me.
