Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

Her eyes widened as my digit wormed into her asshole. I wiggled it around in her virgin bowels, feeling the velvety texture of her anal sheath. She whimpered, her cute tush clenching, her asshole tightening about my finger.

  “Being a slave doesn't mean Sven won't love you,” I purred. “He will love you. He'll care for you. And you'll get to please him.” I worked my finger in and out of her asshole. “You'll get to devote yourself to pleasing him. And in exchange, he'll protect you, he'll make you feel good, and you'll get to be with him. It doesn't matter that he'll be married to a princess, because you'll still be in his life. In their lives.” I grinned. “Princess Ava loves playing with me. And she'll play with you, too. Sven will share you.”

  “But...” she whimpered, her hips wiggling as I fingered her asshole.

  “It's the only way you'll be with him,” I told her. “He fucks lots of women. But if you're his sex slave, he'll have to take care of you. He'll have to love you. And you'll be with him, making him happy.” I hesitated, slipping a second finger into her asshole. Her face twisted with pleasure as I pressed on, “Don't you want to make him happy?”

  “So much, Zanyia,” she said, voice tight and throaty.

  “With your asshole?” I asked. “Don't you want to make him cum with this tight hole?”

  “I do,” she moaned, her body shuddering. I pumped my fingers faster and faster in her velvety sheath, my tail swishing behind me, my own pussy burning. This was so hot. She whimpered, “I want to make him happy. I want to make him cum!”

  “Of course you do,” I purred, stirring her bowels with my fingers by twisting my wrist as I plunged over and over in her. I massaged her asshole. Such pleasure shot through her. “You want to be owned by Sven. Say it.”

  “I want to be owned by him!” she moaned, her eyes wide in realization. “I want to be his sex slave!”

  “Yes!” I purred and kissed her on the mouth.

  I pressed against her body, feeling her tremble. Her orgasm rippled through her, her bowels writhing about my fingers. She moaned into our kiss, her lips tasting so sweet. The eighteen-year-old girl convulsed as her pleasure burned through her.

  And such joy burst in me. I found Master another sex slave. Sven deserved to have all the beautiful, submissive women serving him. And I would find them. When he killed that dastardly Prince Meinard and married Princess Ava, I would fill their castle with sex slaves all dedicated to loving them.

  It would be beautiful.

  My tail swished with so much joy.

  ~ * ~

  Sven Falk

  “Master, can you come here?” Zanyia called from the tent as I lay with Aingeal and my step-sister Kora. They were both cuddled up against me, the faerie's pink hair spilling across my chest, brushing Kora's golden locks.

  “What?” I asked, my voice still slightly dazed. I had a faerie-wife. Ava would not be happy. I didn't even know what to make of the playful and mischievous creature cuddled against my right side, her pillowy breasts soft against my chest.

  “Please, come here. Nathalie has something for you.”

  “She sounds excited,” Aingeal said. “You should go. I bet it's naughty.”

  “Might as well enjoy the girl one more time before you return her home,” Kora said. Her eyes flicked across my chest to Aingeal. “And it will let me get to know my new sister-in-law better.”

  “Ooh, yes!” Aingeal grinned. “Go, my husband, and enjoy the delights found in the tent.”

  I rose from between the two, my dick already hardening. Kora's priestess magic had blessed it. Though I had cum several times already tonight, I was aching and ready for more. Zanyia yanked her head back into the tent. Giggles came from inside.

  Naughty giggles.

  I sauntered over, a roguish grin crossing my lips. I did want to enjoy Nathalie. Fucking her mother had been exciting, but this girl was something special. Tight and nubile and youthful. It was a shame I didn't realize I was breaking in her virgin pussy until I thrust through her hymen. I could have savored that moment more.

  I threw aside the tent flap and found Nathalie kneeling, her ass pointed right at me. Zanyia sat nearby, her legs spread wide, her fingers busy playing with her pussy, brushing her tawny curls damp with her cream.

  Nathalie reached behind herself, grabbed her butt-cheeks, and parted them, exposing a puckered, brown sphincter. She wiggled her ass at me, her wispy, blonde bush drenched with her pussy juices. “Master,” Nathalie moaned, “will you please fuck your slave's asshole?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Master?”

  “She's your slave, Master,” Zanyia said, her fingers plunging faster into her snatch. “When a girl says she's your sex slave, you have to accept her. Own her. Love her. And care for her. It's a very important gift.”

  “You're being impertinent,” I told Zanyia. “I don't have to do anything if she's my slave.”

  The lamia gave me a toothy grin. “So you admit she's your slave?”

  I hesitated. “I don't get a say in this, do I?”

  “Nope,” Zanyia purred. “Just like with me. It's a sacred gift. Now enjoy your new sex slave's asshole, Master.”

  “Please, Master,” moaned Nathalie. “Or use me in other ways. I'm yours. You own me now.”

  “Yep, I explained it to her.” Zanyia's ears twitched. She shoved a third finger into her juicy cunt.

  “I bet you did,” I said, falling to my knees, my cock smacking Nathalie in the ass. “Well, I can't pass up such a delicious gift.”

  “She's real tight, Master,” Zanyia added. “I fingered her. Just a bit. You'll love her.”

  I shook my head at Zanyia and her smirk. Another sex slave? Did she plan on recruiting me a harem of submissive girls that I had to own? I should just say no. If I was truly her owner, then she should listen to me.

  But the way Nathalie whimpered as I moved my cock down her butt-cheeks until my tip nudged at her asshole made her so attractive. I wanted to keep her. To spank her when she was naughty. To enjoy her service. To use her for my pleasure. The way she had wanted to suck my cock, to give me pleasure...

  I rammed my cock hard into her asshole.

  “Master!” the girl squeaked, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

  “Does that hurt?” I asked her, drawing back my hips, sliding my cock through her bowels. The rough, velvety texture sent such friction through me. “Feeling my dick ram into your asshole with no lube?”

  “It does hurt,” she whimpered as I thrust again, my balls smacking her clit.

  “And you still want to be my sex slave.”

  She threw a look over her shoulder, her braided pigtails flying, and howled, “Yes, Master!”

  I slid my hands up her sides, cupping her small breasts. I squeezed hard as I pounded her asshole. My balls smacked over and over into her, her butt-cheeks jiggling as I fucked her bowels. I savored the friction as I enjoyed her.

  “Then you're my slave. I'm going to keep you, use you, fuck you whenever I want. And my women will use you, too. Kora, Ava, and Aingeal will plunder your body whenever they want. They'll make you lick their cunts.”

  “Yes!” she whimpered, her bowels clenching down on my dick. “I'm yours to use, Master. Yours!”

  I pinched and pulled on her nipples, loving the way she shuddered beneath me. Her moans echoed through the tent, such lovely sounds. I reveled in them. I groaned, pumping harder and harder, reaming her bowels with every bit of strength I had.

  Her supple back arched. Her hips pumped back and forth, working her bowels up and down my dick. She groaned and gasped. Pain and rapture mixed in her voice as I used her. The friction swelled the growing orgasm in my balls, my cum increasing in pressure, eager to burst out of my dick and into her body.

  “Yes, yes, yes, use my asshole, Master,” the girl moaned. “Oh, yes, just dump your cum in me.”

  “That's all we are, Master,” Zanyia yowled, her fingers plundering her cunt so hard and fast. Her firm tits jiggled, her ears twitching atop her head. “We'r
e just holes to be used by your cock.”

  “Yes!” Nathalie whimpered.

  I pinched her nipples hard, pulling on them. The girl squealed in agony and ecstasy. Her body quivered beneath me. Her bowels clenched down so hard on my thrusting cock. The friction increased. Her asshole burned so hot around my dick. My cock drank it in. The sensations shot through my body.

  Driving me to fuck her harder and harder.

  Her small body quivered beneath me. Her moans sang out through the air. She swiveled her hips, stirring my dick through her bowels. She whimpered and moaned, braided pigtails flying about her head as she tossed it.

  “Master!” she groaned, her voice so throaty. “Oh, Master, yes! Use me! I love it!”

  “How much do you love it?” I growled, my right hand shooting from her breast, sliding down her stomach, and finding her hot pussy. I rubbed her cunt, her juices coating my fingers. “You are dripping wet, slut!”

  “Your slut!”

  Her bowels squeezed down hard on my dick. Then she bucked beneath me. Hot juices flooded out of her cunt. They poured out of her and around my fingers. She moaned and gasped. I shuddered, fucking her spasming bowels, loving her orgasms burning through her.

  “Did you just cum, slave?”

  “So hard!” she whimpered. “I love serving you.”

  “She's perfect!” Zanyia gasped, her body convulsing, legs spasming and tail twitching with orgasmic delight. “Cum in her ass, Master!”

  “Yes!” I growled, ramming into my newest slave's bowels.

  My cock erupted into Nathalie's spasming depths. I pumped load after load of hot cum into the slut's bowels. I shuddered, squeezing her small tit. The pleasure surged out of me so hard and fast. My eyes rolled back in my head.

  Stars burst across my vision.

  Her writhing asshole milked my dick. She moaned as I pumped the last spurts of jizz into her depths. I shuddered, sucking in breath as the pleasure peaked in me. Then it died to buzzing delight. I rubbed her pussy, making her twitch and whimper as I came down from my orgasmic high.

  “Did I please you, Master?” Nathalie asked, her voice so cute and girlish.

  “Yes, you did, slave,” I panted. I pulled my cock out of her bowels.

  I smiled as she immediately turned around, grabbed my dick, and engulfed it in her mouth. She sucked her own ass off of it, her hips wiggling. My cum stained her butt-cheeks, bubbling out of her well-fucked asshole. I shuddered, loving her tongue dancing across my dick as she cleaned me.

  “See, I knew she was perfect, Master,” Zanyia purred.

  “Is this your doing?” I asked as Nathalie bobbed her head on my dick, staring up at me with her shiny, blue eyes.

  “Yep,” Zanyia nodded. “I told her how a slave should always suck her Master's dick clean. Especially if it's been in her or another woman's asshole.”

  Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Fairy's Pet

  Aingeal

  “What would you like to know?” I asked Kora as my new husband vanished into the tent, my pussy still aching from being fucked by him.

  He would make a wonderful husband. And if he could help me get revenge on that bastard...

  “Why are you...” Her words trailed off as she sat up, hearing something approaching in the forest. “What's that?”

  “Oh, that's Cú Mheá,” I smiled as my feyhound padded into the clearing. “He's my pet. I made him to love me.”

  “Made?” Kora frowned, peering at the shape moving around the fire.

  Cú Mheá stepped into the firelight, the oranges and reds dancing across his body made up of thick, woody wicker wrapped about each other in the vague shape of a hound. He padded forward, his leafy tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, his ears perked up, made of fine vines entwined together like woven wicker.

  Kora frowned as Cú Mheá reached us, his stiff tail wagging. He licked my toes with his tongue, the leafy texture making me giggle. He was the size of a large wolfhound, big and imposing, his body creaking as he moved.

  “Is he alive?” Kora asked, frowning.

  “He's animated,” I answered. “And intelligent. But I made him. I wove him together and then sent spirits into him to make him move. He's similar to a spriggan.”

  “A what?” Kora frowned.

  “This is just something us faeries do,” I smiled as he licked higher and higher up my leg, reaching my knee. Then he lapped at my inner thigh. He inhaled, smelling my hot pussy. I heard the familiar sound of creaking wood, knowing his cock was thrusting out beneath him.

  “Oh, my,” Kora gasped. “You made him...”

  “Anatomically correct!” I beamed. “I polished that dick for days to make it so smooth. It'll make you cum so hard.”

  “You're kidding? He's a dog.”

  “A feyhound,” I corrected. “A magical construct. And so loyal and... Yes, I fuck him!”

  His tongue reached my pussy. His thick, broad leaf lapped at my pussy, caressing my hairless folds. My big breasts jiggled and my butterfly wings twitched behind me. I seized my pierced nipples, tugging on the gold rings and stretching out my fat nubs.

  “Oh, wow,” Kora gasped, her blue eyes so wide, her breasts jiggling, her ruby amulet swaying between them. I loved the sight of her left tit covered in the tattoos of a flowering vine. “That's... He's licking you.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, Cú Mheá lapping across my snatch again, his tongue brushing my clit. “He's such a good boy.” I rubbed at his wicker head, feeling the smooth, entwined vines. His ears twitched and his tail wagged more. “Yes, you are.”

  “He's a beast. You don't really fuck him?”

  “I absolutely do,” I groaned. “Watch.”

  Kora did, rising onto her knees as I squirmed and groaned. My sister-in-law licked her lips as Cú Mheá licked my pussy. His leafy tongue lapped over and over, gathering up my honey. He growled his enjoyment of my flesh as I kept petting him.

  His tongue was so thick, able to cover my entire pussy as he licked. And the texture... So different from a human or a faerie tongue. It was a leathery caress that made my body convulse. My tits jiggled as he bathed my clit over and over, sending sparks shooting through me.

  I whimpered, staring up at the starry sky as my feyhound loved my snatch. He pressed his muzzle into it as he licked and nuzzled. I groaned and whimpered, twitching as he bathed my cunt with his tongue, sending such wonderful pleasure through my body.

  Kora fidgeted. Her hands rubbed at her thighs.

  “Masturbate,” I groaned. “Don't hold back on my account.”

  “But you're having a monster lick you,” she protested. “A male monster.”

  “A construct,” I groaned. “Not really different than using a dildo. And he's so wonderful. Yes, you are. Whose my good pussy licker?”

  Cú Mheá barked then lapped even harder at my pussy.

  I gasped, shuddering. My big tits jiggled as I squirmed. I squeezed them together with my hands, massaging their pillowy softness. My nipple rings flashed at the summit in the firelight as I squirmed. My toes curled, the pleasure building and building with every wonderful lick and lap.

  I drank in Kora watching. Her hands rubbed at her thighs, sliding up and down, like they wanted to touch her pussy. But she resisted. I squirmed, moaned, loving the dilemma in her face, the desire to enjoy herself while thinking it was perverted to get off on watching a dog-like construct licking my snatch.

  Which just made my lusts burn.

  “Ooh, yes, Cú Mheá, keep licking my pussy. I'm going to cum all over your snout. Then you can fuck me. I know you love sliding your dick into my pussy!”

  “Rithi's wondrous talent,” groaned Kora, her round breasts swaying as she shook. “This can't be happening.”

  “It is,” I groaned, humping against Cú Mheá's hungry snout. “I'm going to cum so... Yes!”

  My orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded out, bathing his leafy tongue. He lapped up my cream, growling his appreciation of my flavor.
His wicker muzzle glistened with my excitement. His stiff tail wagged with joy.

  I squirmed, tugging on my nipple piercings, adding more delight to the rapture shooting through me. It was so wonderful. The ecstasy swept through my body and reached my brain. Delight boiled through my mind.

  “So good,” I groaned. “Queen Sidhe's loose cunt, yes!”

  I bucked so hard, my wings twitching on the ground as I writhed in ecstasy. Cú Mheá kept licking me. His tongue dragged up my pussy over and over, ending at my clit. My bud drank in his caresses, sending more waves of euphoria washing through my body.

  Kora bit her lip, her hands so near her pussy, stroking her inner thighs. Her shaved flesh glistened with her excitement, her clit so hard, so begging to be touched. She needed to watch just a little more depravity.

  And I knew just what to do.

  “It's time to fuck.”

  Cú Mheá barked his excitement.

  I rolled over onto my hands and knees, folding my butterfly wings flat. I wiggled my ass at my feyhound. With a creak of wicker, he mounted me. His smooth body draped over mine, his weight so wonderful on me.

  And then his smooth, wooden cock pressed against my snatch. I felt Kora's eyes on my cunt, watching as the feyhound's dick prodded my pussy. He thrust with eager enthusiasm, ramming his shaft into my depths.

  “Oh, Gods,” panted Kora, her hands moving, finding the hot flesh of her pussy. “Oh, Gods, that is so wrong.”

  “But feels so good,” I moaned as Cú Mheá hammered away. He rammed his dick so hard and fast into my cunt. He reamed me. My pink hair swayed about my face as my pussy drank in the rapture of being filled over and over by his wooden prick. “Yes, yes, yes, pound me!”

  Cú Mheá barked. His forelegs gripped my sides. His hips pounded me, ramming that thick cock over and over into my snatch. My feyhound fucked me with such energy, holding nothing back, just eager for his orgasm.

  My pussy clenched down on his thrusting cock over and over. I wiggled my hips, pleasure flooding through me. His frantic thrusts stirred my snatch to such a froth. Juices flooded down my thighs as I moaned out my rapture.

  Kora masturbated with the same fierce passion. Her face twisted with rapture, her breasts jiggling as she reamed her fingers in and out of her snatch. She trembled, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Her moans sang out through the air.