by Reed James
“That's so good,” I groaned. “Mmm, yes, you are such a great slut. Gods, I love you, Zanyia.”
She whimpered, sucking harder and harder. I groaned, sucking in breaths, my eyes flitting around our forest campsite. Wood creaked above, branches swaying in the breeze as evening deepened. The sun set through the woods behind us, stretching shadows long. I glanced at the tent, the canvas shaking as the moans echoed from inside.
Gods, I wanted to play with Nathalie so bad. I wanted to pop her cherry.
My dick throbbed in Zanyia's hungry mouth. Just the idea of sliding into Nathalie's eighteen-year-old, virgin twat had my balls boiling. I couldn't wait for us to capture that naughty faerie playing pranks on the villages in the area.
Then I could enjoy Nathalie the way I'd enjoyed her mother.
“Zanyia,” I groaned. “I'm going to dump so much cum down your throat.”
She moaned so loudly, sucking so hard.
“Yes, yes, you're such a slut. I'm going to drown you in jizz. I know you want that.” Her hand stroked my dick faster. My balls tensed. “Yes, yes, take it, whore!”
My cock erupted. Cum spurted from my nuts and into Zanyia's mouth. She gasped in shock, her eyes widening. Jizz dribbled out of the corners of her lips as she gulped down my cream. I shuddered, her eyes fluttering as she sucked out every drop.
Pleasure surged through me. That wonderful, buzzing delight rippling through my body. I sucked in deep breaths as she sucked out the last spurt of my cum. She whimpered, her face twisting in surprise as she swallowed.
Then her mouth popped off my dick. “Wow, that was yummy! But now I need you! I need you in me! Will you... Will you take me, Sven?”
“Gods, yes!”
Chapter Thirty-Three: Fairy's Naughty Fun
Kora Falk
Nathalie's petite body draped over mine. Her trimmed, blonde bush pressed into my mouth. I shivered at the feel of her virgin pussy on my lips, her sweet cream trickling out. She tasted so similar to Zanyia. I rubbed her back as she licked and lapped at my pussy.
I returned the favor. I rammed my tongue into her pussy, feeling her labia caressing my mouth. I drank her juices, licking, lapping, sliding through her hot folds. She shuddered, moaning into my pussy, her skilled tongue swirling through my depths.
“So good, Kora!” the virgin whimpered.
“And you taste delicious!” I moaned. “Ooh, my brother's going to enjoy this pussy.”
“He will!”
Our breasts rubbed against each other's stomach. My nipples throbbed as Nathalie squirmed atop me. She kept wiggling and moving, her body so lithe. I caressed her back, making her shudder and moan into my snatch as she feasted on me.
Pleasure surged through me. I jammed my tongue deep into her depths. I caressed the walls of her pussy, driving her wild. Her pussy contracted on my tongue while her oral probe swirled through my snatch. She moaned out her pleasure, squirming on my face.
We devoured each other.
We plundered each other's cunt.
Such hot rapture surged through my body. I humped into her hungry mouth as I ate her cunt. I drank her sweet juices, loving the flavor of her. Her musk lingered in my mouth. I whimpered, thrusting my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.
My fingernails scratched at her back as she found my clit again. Her tongue was amazing. She fluttered against my clit, batting it over and over again. I moaned and gasped, writhing in ecstasy on the bed.
“You're going to make me cum so hard again!” I moaned.
“Good,” she purred. “Ooh, yes, don't stop licking me.”
“Nathalie! I'll make you cum!” I promised her.
I dove my tongue back into her pussy, the virgin shuddering atop me. Her nipples rubbed on my belly as I feasted on her sweet cunt. Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. Dribbles ran down my neck. I breathed in her delicious musk, my body growing hotter and hotter.
I came closer and closer to cumming. I whimpered, humping against her hungry tongue. We drove each other wild. My orgasm swelled and swelled in me. She had me whimpering. I found her clit, sucking on it while my nose nuzzled at her pussy.
“Kora!” she yowled.
And sucked on my clit.
We both came so hard. Our pussies showered the other's face. I bathed in her sweet musk as my cunt convulsed. Rapture shot through me. It washed through my body, leaving me trembling and groaning. I shuddered, whimpering into her hot cunt.
She lapped up my cream while I licked up hers. We both moaned and gasped, filling the tent with our cries of passion and the musk of our pussies. The pleasure boiled through me, leaving my mind drifting on winds of rapture.
And we kept eating each other. Drowning the other in pussy juices and euphoria. Nathalie was such a naughty virgin.
~ * ~
Sven Falk
I hauled Zanyia to her feet, her ears twitching. I spun the lamia round and pinned her lithe, petite form to the tree. Her gold-slitted eyes were so wide, so glossy with need and desire. She stared up at me as her hands grabbed my cock.
“Yes, yes, I need this in me. I can't wait! Take me, Sven!” she moaned, guiding me between her thighs.
My cock rubbed through her soft, brown bush. I felt the tight slit of her pussy, coated with her cream. I shuddered, her hot flesh so inviting. I grinned down at her, my balls eager to unload into her pussy.
“I'll fuck you so hard!”
“Yes!” she whimpered. “Do it! I need it so much! I've been thinking about this all afternoon!”
I thrust.
My cock pressed against something blocking her pussy. A membrane or something, like my lamia slave had somehow become a virgin. But my cock ripped through it, burying into a pussy so hot and tight. I groaned at the pleasure of her silky embrace, staring down at her face rippling with pain transforming into pleasure.
And then she wavered like a mirage.
Zanyia's toothy grin and gold-slit eyes melted into the innocent face of Nathalie. Tawny hair became blonde, braided pigtails, round, human ears peeking out above them. She let out a whimper of delight, her thighs wrapping about my hips, holding me tight in her pussy.
“What?” I gasped. “Nathalie?”
“Yes, yes, fuck me like you fucked my mother!” the once-virgin girl moaned, her hips undulating, sliding that hot pussy up and down my dick. Gods, she was tight. “I need you to make me cum like her, Sven! To love me like you love her.”
Blue eyes beseeched me.
Confusion surged through my thoughts. I struggled to think, to understand how she became Zanyia... No, she was always Nathalie. It explained the trouble she had swallowing my cock. The shock she experienced when I came in her mouth. She'd never given a blowjob before and...
“Who's in the tent with my sister?” I groaned, my hips pumping away on their own, plowing in and out of Nathalie's deflowered cunt.
“Zanyia!” whimpered the virgin. “I left them in there. I needed you, Sven. I needed you so badly.”
From the tent, I heard Kora's moans and Zanyia's yowls, the pair cumming in orgasmic delight.
“Las's putrid cock,” I swore, thrusting my cock over and over into Nathalie's pussy. “What is going on?”
“You're making love to me!” Nathalie moaned, her body undulating. “Oh, yes, I need that pleasure you gave my mother. I watched you... It was so exciting. I need it, too.”
“Gods damn,” I groaned, pumping away. “I'll make you cum.” Everything was ruined. We'd have to find another virgin. But how had this happened?
I couldn't think. Nathalie's pussy too tight. Too hot. Her cunt squeezed my cock. The silky embrace sent pleasure rippling through me. I thrust away hard, pounding her once-pure depths. I savored defiling her eighteen-year-old twat.
She whimpered and moaned, her small breasts pressed against me, nipples so hard. Her arms were so tight wrapped about my neck, her thighs gripping me. She humped her hips, my cock stirring her pussy to a hot froth.
“I love it, Sven!
” she groaned. “Ooh, yes, I needed this so badly. I needed you. You're amazing! Such a stud! Yes, yes, yes!”
“And you're such a little slut,” I groaned. “Mmm, just like your mother. Only better.”
“Better?” she breathed, beaming at me. “My pussy is better?”
“Tighter and hotter and silkier!” My balls smacked into her taint over and over. “I'm going to dump so much jizz into you.”
“Yes!” she groaned. “My pussy's going to make you cum. Just like Mother's did!”
“Only harder.”
Her eyes fluttered. Such a smile beamed across her face. “I'm better than her! Yes, yes! Cum in me!”
I kissed her, savoring the sweetness of her lips. I plowed into her cunt so hard, savoring her silkiness. The first cock to ever enter her. It sent such heady pleasure through me. I groaned, squeezing her ass, stars dancing before my eyes.
I'd spurt so much cream into her. I'd flood her once-virgin depths. I slammed into her, making her shudder against me. Her kiss grew so hot, her thighs squeezing so tight about my waist while her pussy got so hot. Her juices molten with her passion.
And then she gasped into the kiss. Her pussy convulsed.
I made her cum.
I savored her cunt spasming about my dick. I drank in the delight of her once-virgin flesh milking my shaft, so eager to be flooded by my cream. I thrust hard, burying to the hilt in her. Pleasure rushed down my cock.
I erupted into her eighteen-year-old cunt.
“Gods, yes,” I groaned, breaking the kiss.
“So good!” she whimpered. “Pater's cock, you're cumming in me, Sven! I love you!”
Her pussy rippled about my dick. She milked out my cock. I groaned, squeezing her to me as she convulsed about my shaft. My jizz spurted for the final time into her, the last blast of ecstasy firing through my body.
“Gods, you have a hot cunt,” I groaned. “Slata's hairy pussy, you're good, Nathalie.”
“And I love your cock in me,” she moaned. “Can you fuck me again?”
I shuddered, rational thought shooting through me. Something was screwing with us. “Kora! We have a problem!”
“What?” my sister moaned. Then she shouted in shock. “Zanyia! Las's putrid cum, what are you doing in here?”
“Licking your pussy, Mistress,” purred my lamia slave.
“Just let them have their lezzie fun, Sven,” moaned the former virgin. “Please, please, fuck me again.”
Kora burst naked out of the tent, Zanyia on her heels. Pussy cream stained my step-sister's face, her naked breasts heaving, flushed from her exertion. “Sven! You deflowered her!”
“I thought she was Zanyia!” I shouted back, the virgin still wrapped about my body, her hips shifting, sliding her pussy on my still hard cock.
“Oh, just fuck me again, Sven!” Nathalie groaned. “Let me love you over and over!”
“Boy, she's a horny one,” a new voice said.
I spun around, holding Nathalie to me. Standing a few feet away was a naked girl, her breasts large and pillowy, nipples pierced by gold rings. Pink hair spilled about her shoulders and purple eyes studied me. Behind her, wings like a butterfly fluttered.
“I believe you're looking for me,” the faerie said, something malicious in her voice. “But I don't know why you'd bring a deflowered virgin? Those aren't nearly as attractive as a girl with an intact hymen.”
And then the shadows, stretched long by the setting sun, writhed about me. I gasped in shock as they seized my naked calves. Nathalie's pussy clenched down hard on my dick. She let out a surprised shriek as I darted back. I tripped over my own feet, falling backward.
I hit the ground hard, grunting, the faerie standing over me, arms crossed beneath naked breasts as the shadows undulated and danced.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Shadow's Tricks
Sven Falk
“Las's cock,” I groaned, throwing Nathalie off of me. The former virgin rolled on the ground, gasping in shock. Shadows surged around her, wiggling and writhing on the ground like angry snakes.
I stared up at the faerie standing over me, her arms folded beneath her large, soft breasts. Nipple rings glittered as her tits rose and fell. She had purple eyes that almost glowed with an intensity, her pink hair billowing about her hard face. Butterfly-like wings spread wide behind her, the same hue as her hair trimmed in the same purple of her eyes.
“You!” I growled, rolling to my feet, rising naked. The shadows rippled about my feet. “You tricked me into fucking the virgin?”
The faerie arched an eyebrow. “I think you have more important things to worry about than my game,” she said, something mischievous in her voice, a twinkle in her eyes. They flicked, liked they focused on something behind me.
Then the faerie rippled, vanished.
I threw a look behind me, saw nothing but more shadows writhing across the ground. Then I heard something. Over Nathalie's panicked whimpers and the thrashing in the tent where my step-sister and Zanyia were tricked into making love, I heard the jangle of metal. That unmistakable clink of armor.
My instincts screamed at me to fetch my weapons. I had left my gear by the fire, my short sword sheathed. I raced for it, the shadows billowing about my feet, rippling like inky fog. I struggled to remember everything I knew about faerie.
They hate iron.
They made illusions.
They liked to play tricks.
The faerie we hunted had found us and our best way to capture her, using a virgin as bait, was ruined. She made me think I was fucking Zanyia. Anger surged through me. How that bitch must have laughed as she perched in the trees, watching me ruin all my plans. We needed that faerie to cross over into her world and stop that bastard's plans.
Something hissed behind me. A sword slashing through the air and—
Pain flared hot across my back, then the wound went icy cold. I stumbled, feeling the blood sheet down my back. I crashed to my knees, my hands snagging my sword hilt. I threw a look behind me, saw an arc of blood splattered across the ground.
And nothing else.
A deep voice rumbled with a cruel laugh.
I ripped my short sword from its sheath, the muscles in my back burning. I hissed agony through my teeth as I raised my weapon in a stance, my heart thudding. Heavy footsteps crunched around me, armor jingling.
~ * ~
Kora Falk
I shoved my head out of the tent, finally untangled from Zanyia. It had shocked me, realizing I sixty-nined with the lamia sex slave instead of Nathalie. I should have realized the trickery when I plunged my tongue deep into what should have been virgin pussy covered by a hymen.
And the taste.... The same flavor of Zanyia's snatch.
But I was so turned on, I hadn't paid attention. And now something attacked us. Shadows rippled across the ground. My brother charged naked towards the campfire. I was about to call out to him when he stumbled. Blood spurted from his back. A long, slashing wound flayed open his back. Blood poured down his muscles.
He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.
“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsions wracking me.
Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink butterfly wings around the trees, the momentary glimpse of a pale, busty body. Anger surged through me. A faerie. Using illusions. Tricking us. But I was a Radiant of Rithi. I was trained in the art of painting. I had mastered it.
And illusions were merely painting with magic.
“Gods damn it!” Sven snarled, stumbling back, blocking an unseen blow. But clumsily. His footing stumbled, his short sword almost knocked out of his hand. “Show yourself, coward!”
A laugh rumbled, deep and cruel. And male.
I frowned. What game was the faerie playing?
I burst out of the tent, standing tall. I knew just the spell to cast. The ruby my step-brother gave me swung between my breasts, brushing the round slopes. I slid a finger down to my pussy, stirring it through my petals as I gathered the en
ergy. I coated my fingers in my cream, my sexual fluids the perfect paint to use with magic.
Sven's eyes snapped to me. I nodded to him. “I'll reveal the truth, brother mine!”
~ * ~
Sven Falk
I cast my gaze around, sword held before me. That damned laugh rumbled from nearby. I snapped my attention in the direction of the tent, spotted the warrior standing at the entrance. He stood big and burly with the swarthy look of a Shizhuthian human. He had a brutal grin, nose thick, broken. Thick, shaggy hair fell about his cruel face and around broad shoulders. He had only a single pauldron strapped over his left shoulder, bands of metal running down his left arm. He wielded a massive sword that me or another man would need two hands to wield; he gripped it in one.
A smile crossed his lips, throwing his arms wide, inviting attack.
I growled. Blood pumped down my back. I had to end this quick. Big men were slow, especially with a weapon that massive. I had to dodge in beneath his guard and run him through. I had to end this quickly before the blood loss finished me off.
I had to protect my sister, Zanyia, and Nathalie.
I sprang forward. My bare feet slapped at the ground. The warrior grinned at me. He shifted into a fighting stance, raising his sword over my head. I stared at the blade, waiting for it to snap forward and chop down at me, falling with all the force of a meteor to cleave me in half.
“What are you doing, Sven!” Kora shouted in shock, my step-sister scared for me.
But I had to do this.
The blade snapped forward. The warrior committed to his attack.
I sprang to the right. The blade scythed down past my side. I slipped inside his guard, lunging forward with my weapon.
I had him.
~ * ~
Zanyia
“What are you doing, Sven!” Kora cried out as Master charged at her. Shadows spun around her, swirling, forming the image of someone else standing in her place. Someone I knew.
