by Reed James
Warleader Gorth'in.
My insides twisted, staring at one of Zizthithana's servants. I trembled, my bowels turning liquid. The shadows writhing. He was here. She sent Gorth'in to punish Master for killing my former owner, her servant. I had to do something.
Master didn't know it was Kora. He only saw the brutal warrior.
The shadows swung as Kora recoiled back in shock. Master dodged around the illusion of a sword, the shadowy attack slamming into the ground as he thrust with a real weapon right at his sister's breast.
I sprang forward. “No! Master!”
I threw myself between them. My tail straight behind me, my ears twitching. Master's eyes widened as his sharp blade rammed into my chest. A burning cold reached into my body. A numbness shocked through me. The force of his thrust slammed me back into Kora. She gasped, stumbling back.
I fell off the end of his blade, landing on my stomach. The world spun. I rolled onto my back. Heat spread across my chest, pooling between my breasts. It ran thick and hot across my suddenly cold skin. Pink butterfly wings fluttered through the trees above.
“Zanyia?” Sven gasped in shock.
“Rithi, reveal the truth of beauty around me!” screamed Kora.
Light rippled from her, melting away the shadows. They spread across the ground as the world grew darker and darker before me. Sven fell to his knees beside me, staring down at me with such horror.
“He... tricked... you...” I groaned, spotting the real Gorth'in watching nearby, gripping his massive sword, the end stained crimson with Master's blood. “Behind...”
~ * ~
Sven Falk
My entire body shook. I couldn't believe I stabbed Zanyia. Why did she try to protect the warrior? I stared up at the brutal figure just in time for white light to explode from it. I flinched as truth washed over me, melting shadows.
Revealing my trembling, naked sister, her blonde hair swaying about her slim shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide, full of tears. It crystallized in a heartbeat what I had almost done. What Zanyia had sacrificed herself to stop me from doing.
“Behind...” croaked my lamia, blood bubbling on her lips.
“Kora!” I shouted as I threw a look over my shoulder. “Save her!”
I spotted the massive warrior. He snarled, white light clinging to him, devouring inky tendrils trying to swirl around him. He flung out his left arm, armor creaking, trying to banish the magic coating him. He was a shadowmancer, versed in the naga's magic of trickery and deception.
Then what about the faerie?
A voice giggled from above as the warrior snorted in frustration. “Pretty trick from the whore.”
“Whore?” I demanded as I rose naked. My back burned. Every movement sent new waves of agony through me. But I had to fight. I had to protect. Kora moved behind me, chanting the healing spell, fixing my mistake.
“How much to give her a poke?” grinned the warrior.
I cocked my head at him, a wave of dizziness washing through me. “How much blood do you have in that body? I bet it's a lot. Fair price to enjoy my sister.”
He thumped his chest. “Try and collect it.” He brandished his sword. “I think this is all I need to pay. Do you think she'll cum as hard on my cock as yours? I'm bigger in every way.”
“No... you're... not...” Zanyia yowled behind me. “Shithana told me... how small... you are...”
The man's eyes narrowed. Then he laughed. “I'll punish that little slut for that. She needs fresh bruises to decorate her body.”
I gripped my sword with sweaty palm. I had to end this. Same as before. I charged forward. Agony throbbed in my back. His blade flicked out, the massive sword moving so fast. I grunted, raising my small blade to block and—
Metal rang. I stumbled back. The force of his blow knocked me off-balance. I groaned, struggling to recover. He swung again and again, the blade hissing through the air with the speed of a whip. My short sword blurred as I parried.
Each blow shivered down my sword. My arm rattled. I grunted. The force sending me reeling each time. I struggled to stay upright. He grinned at me, his eyes full of pleasure. His blade flicked beneath my guard, scoring across my belly.
A line of blood welled.
“Las's putrid cock,” I groaned, clutching my abdomen with my free hand. He could have gutted me. Killed me.
The bastard toyed with me.
I stumbled back and fell to my knees. My left hand planted on the ground as I struggled to keep my strength. Blood poured out of me. My legs felt like ice, my fingers numb. I panted. I needed to keep fighting.
The warrior loomed over me, grinning. “Tired already? How can you please that sister of yours with so little stamina?”
I stared up at him, grinned.
He frowned at me. “What are—”
My left hand flung a clod of dirt into his face. The rich, dark soil struck him between the eyes. He snarled, eyes squeezing shut as earth cascaded across his face, leaving dark smears behind. I grunted, lunging forward, thrusting my sword at him.
My belly screaming in agony.
“Naga's shriveled cunt!” bellowed the warrior. His right foot lashed out before him, a blind kick.
That caught me in the face.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Fairy Play
Aingeal
Sven's head snapped back. He grunted, crashing onto his back. The Shizhuthian warrior that spoiled all my fun bellowed in anger, his left hand rubbing at his eyes, clearing dirt from them. An idea sparked in my head.
I darted down from the trees, fluttering to the ground and landing over Sven. He groaned, rubbing at his temple, a welt already forming. His glossy, blue eyes focused on me as I leaned over him, my large tits swaying.
“Now that is a fun game you came up with,” I grinned at him. “But you both have to be handicapped for it to be fair.”
The warrior bellowed. I gasped, wings flapping hard as he swung his sword at me. Real steel. Diluted iron. My skin crawled. Spirits rose before me, forming a shield of red energy only I could see. The blade struck their protection, rebounding back.
“Yes, yes, let's play!” I grinned. Green enhancement spirits, little orbs that danced around me, surged at both men's eyes.
Covered them.
“There,” I clapped as the warrior stumbled, both blind. “Now this is fun.” I glanced at Kora, rising from the healed Zanyia. “And no interference from you two.”
Blue abjuration spirits zoomed towards them. I grinned as they wrapped up Kora and Zanyia in blue bonds, one shoving itself into Kora's mouth as a gag. I didn't need her divine magic spoiling all my fun. I wanted to see if this Sven was as good as he believed.
“Now, Sven, get up and get fighting.”
“I can't see,” he said, looking around, bewildered.
“And?” I shrugged.
“You bitch!” snarled the warrior. “You faerie whore! Restore my sight.”
“See, it's fair,” I laughed and fluttered up into the air.
~ * ~
Sven Falk
Darkness pressed down at me. I groaned, struggling onto unsteady feet. Everything burned in my body. I swayed, my legs buckling. The world spun around me. My stomach twisted. I felt drunk, stumbling to the right and left as the ground tilted one way and then the other.
“Give me back my sight, faerie-whore!” snarled the enemy again. I heard his blade swing then the loud thud of it striking ground.
It came from my right.
The warrior bellowed again. Closer.
“Duck, Master!” Zanyia shouted.
I listened to my lamia. Something massive screamed over my head. The greatsword. My hair rippled in the wake of the warrior's massive blade.
He missed me by inches.
My skin crawled even as I thrust in the direction I heard the warrior cursing. My arm extended and...
My blade found nothing.
“Where are you?” the warrior bellowed, feet stamping. He swung again, but it sounded fa
rther away.
“You just missed him, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Take two steps forward.”
I did, each one hesitant. I had no idea what I stepped on. The glade was uneven, the ground treacherous. The warrior's feet stamped before me. I thrust again. But didn't strike anything. The blade swung. Zanyia screeched something.
I threw myself to the ground.
“Give me back my sight, you Las-poxed whore!” snarled the warrior.
“He's stumbling in a circle, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Just stand up, turn to your left.”
I listened to her, standing up. I focused on my senses. My hearing felt so sharp. I inhaled, smelling unwashed body and rust, mixed with the tang of steel. Armor creaked before me. Feet thrashing. Heavy breathing.
“Three steps forward,” Zanyia shouted.
I did, taking larger steps. I had to swallow my fear. I had to embrace the uncertainty. My back throbbed. My belly ached. Blood coated me. My limbs trembled. My arm felt so weak. How much longer could I stand?
“Turn to your right. He moved.”
I heard him, grunting as I pivoted. I faced him. He snarled, swinging through the air. Then he went still.
“One step forward, and lunge!” Zanyia shouted.
I did. I thrust my sword forward.
The brute shouted. He moved. His blade swung. I could hear the air rushing. I tensed, totally exposed. I had no idea if the sword swung to cleave me in half. Or if he had misjudged the angle of his attack.
My blade bit into flesh.
A sword struck the ground by my feet.
I twisted my weapon buried in his body. He groaned. Something struck me in the face. I grunted, stumbling back. The world rang about me. I crashed onto the ground, lying on my side. Stars exploded across the darkness of my world.
“Where are you?” the warrior snarled, his voice thick and throaty. He coughed. Something bubbly entered his words, a wet wheezing. “I'll crush you... Then fuck your sister so hard.”
His footsteps crunched, stumbled. He sounded like a wounded bull. His sword hissed through the air, swinging with a wild frenzy. I needed to stand. To keep fighting. But my body didn't want to work. My brain felt disconnected from the rest of me.
“I'll gut you... And...” His words trailed off. Something crashed to ground. “Las-damned faerie! You poxed whore. I'll...” Armor rattled. He coughed. Leaves rustled. “This isn't... She needs it... back... I... Now...”
Then I heard just wheezing, wet breaths slowing, slowing, stopped.
“Well done!” the faerie said. She clapped from above me. “You do not give up, Sven. I like that. You play to win!”
Suddenly, I could see again. I blinked against the fading daylight. I stared up at the faerie hovering above me, her large tits swaying, her pink hair dancing about her face. She had such a grin on her lips, her purple eyes twinkling.
“So, you're looking for me, huh?” the faerie asked. “And you know what, I think I want to help you. You're so much fun, Sven! You play dirty. I love it!”
“Great,” I groaned, the world spinning around me, my body growing colder and colder. “I think...”
“Oh, right, let me free your sister so she can heal you.” The faerie beamed at me. “Don't want you dying now. Not when I decided to play with you.”
~ * ~
Kora Falk
Sven groaned as his wounds healed, accelerated by my divine magic. He leaned against a log, studying the faerie who'd tricked him into deflowering Nathalie. The former virgin hugged herself on the other side of the campfire, trying not to look at the corpse of Warleader Gorth'in.
“He was a monster,” Zanyia said, staring down with glee at the dead Shizhuthian. “He loved to beat his lamia slaves. Especially Shithana. He would decorate her in bruises. Said it made her more beautiful.” She spat on the corpse. “I think he looks more beautiful dead.” Her tail swished back and forth.
I moved around to Nathalie, putting my arm around her. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
The eighteen-year-old nestled against me. She nodded her head. “It was just so... so scary. It was so wonderful when Sven... and then... it wasn't.”
“Yeah, that happens around my brother,” I said, resting her head on my breast, her golden-blonde, braided pigtails falling down my body. “He attracts danger and gives pleasure.”
“He did give me pleasure,” Nathalie said.
I smiled at her. I bet he did. I glanced at the faerie, shaking my head. She had played one naughty trick on us, getting Sven to deflower the virgin earlier. Though I was certain my step-brother enjoyed every moment of plundering the girl's untouched charms.
“So,” Sven said, staring at the faerie as she fluttered around the campfire, her big tits swaying before her. She kept pulling on her nipple piercings, two gold rings threaded through fat, pink nipples. “You want to help us?”
“Yep!” she smiled. “I've been watching you fooooorever!”
“Forever?” I asked, frowning.
“Well, ever since you entered the woods being hunted by those humans.” She giggled. “I sent them so deep into the forest, they are probably still wandering lost in there.”
“Who are you?” Sven asked. “Why do you even care about helping us?”
“I'm Aingeal,” she said, fluttering to a rest before Sven, her big tits swaying. “And you fascinate me. One human male satiating his sister, a lamia, and the stone princess is so interesting. And I love how you make your women moan.”
“He made me moan,” Nathalie said. “And my mother.”
“Her mother?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my brother.
He gave me a roguish grin back, his blue eyes sparkling. “It's how I seduced Nathalie. I let her watch me fuck her mother, giving her mother such pleasure that it made Nathalie... competitive. She wanted to prove she's a woman, too. And what better way than by having sex with her mother's lover?”
“You knew I was watching?” gasped Nathalie, her cheeks going pink.
Sven winked at her. “And it worked. It made you so wet and eager to have sex with me.”
“See,” Aingeal grinned. “Why wouldn't I want to help you out?”
“Because you're a faerie,” I said, not wanting to let my brother's cock do the thinking for him. It thrust hard from his crotch as that busty faerie brandished her big tits at him.
“And that means I'm untrustworthy?” she gasped even as she leaned over, her breasts pillowing on my brother's lap, engulfing his cock.
“Yeah,” Sven said then groaned as she squeezed her tits tight, sliding them up and down his dick.
I shook my head, the faerie's tight, hairless slit pointed right at me, glistening with her excitement. “So, why do you want to help us, Aingeal? And don't say my brother's cock has you so wet you want to help.”
“That's why I'm here,” Nathalie said.
“You were a virgin,” I told her. “It's believable that your little cunny would ache for my brother's cock. But Aingeal... She's not a virgin.”
“Nope,” Aingeal giggled. “I'm over two hundred.”
“So what's the reason?” Sven asked.
“Fine,” she pouted. “I know you want to stop Prince Meinard. And I know who he's working with in Faerie.”
“Who?” Sven asked.
“A horrible fey. Just the worst. I hate him!” Aingeal's hips wiggled. “And I would love to play a joke on him. Something that would humiliate him. Ooh, Duke Gallchobhar, Lord of the North Marches, deserves that so much!”
I glanced at my brother. He nodded his head. He believed her. I bit my lip. Vengeance. It was so simple. But we needed to enter Faerie. So I would believe her. For now.
Chapter Thirty-Six: Faerie's Pillowy Bounty
Aingeal
“So, will you let me play with you?” I asked, sliding my big, pillowy tits up and down Sven's cock. My nipples rubbed into his stomach. His cock throbbed between my boobs.
“Sure,” he grinned, running a hand through my pink hair. “You
do have... incredible assets.”
I giggled at him, squeezing my boobies tight about his shaft. “These little things?”
“They're bigger than mine,” Zanyia said. “And Mistress Kora's.”
“And mine,” Nathalie said, the former virgin sounding in awe.
I shivered, wiggling my hips, feeling those three sets of eyes on my pussy. My honey dripped out of me. I trembled and groaned, sliding my tits faster and faster up and down Sven's cock. I knew we would have so much fun playing together.
And that bastard Gallchobhar would taste my mirth. Ooh, yes, he would.
My nipples throbbed against his muscular stomach. Kora's healing had fixed her brother to full health, the wound on his abdomen completely gone. Not even a scar remained. He was such a sexy man. Scars would ruin his masculine beauty.
“You do have wonderful assets,” Sven groaned, staring down at me with such hunger.
“And you're going to just unleash your yummy treat,” I grinned. “Just a fountain of creamy delight shooting from your shaft. Right?”
“Maybe,” he grinned. “If you work those tits fast enough.”
“What if I do this?” I asked.
Then I licked the tip of his dick when it emerged from between my pillowy mounds.
He groaned, face twisting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, that will work.”
I shivered, loving the taste of his precum on my tongue. I worked my tits faster, my nipple rings twisting against his stomach, sending delight shooting down to my wet pussy. Every time his cock appeared from between my boobies, I licked the swollen crown. I swirled my tongue around it, gathering more of his salty juices.
And then hands seized my ass. A lamia purred behind me before her rough tongue lapped through the folds of my pussy. I whimpered, my wings fluttering as Zanyia stirred up my snatch. I squeezed my tits harder about Sven's cock, drinking in the pleasure.
“Ooh, yes, you naughty slut, lick my cunt,” I moaned. “You're such a good slave.”
“I am,” Zanyia moaned. “And so are you.”
“What?” I gasped then shuddered as she licked through my pussy again. “I'm not a slave.”
“Sure you are,” she giggled. “That's how you play with Sven. You're either his woman, or his sex slave.”
