Rogue's Sultry Women

by Reed James

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Cú Mheá! You're such a good boy! Yes, you are! You fuck me so well.”

  “He is,” groaned Kora. “Rithi's amazing talent, he is!”

  I trembled, my hips wiggling as that amazing cock reamed over and over into my cunt. He plowed me so hard. He plunged his wooden dick into me with such fervor. His forelegs tightened on me. His growls and barks grew louder and louder.

  His orgasm approaching.

  I wiggled my hips beneath him. I massaged his dick with my pussy as the pleasure spilled through me. Every thrust sent tingles racing through my body. My cunt drank in the friction of his shaft. My next orgasm swelled in the depths of my cunt.

  My fingers dug into the ground. My wings twitched, brushing his wooden body. I panted, my big tits swaying beneath me. They slapped together, making such naughty sounds. I loved being fucked so hard by my feyhound.

  Kora's body trembled. She had three fingers reaming her cunt, her other hand frigging her clit. She masturbated with such ferocity. Her body shuddered beneath her passion. Pleasure twisted her girlish face, her blonde hair swaying about her features.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Kora hissed. “Fuck the slutty faerie!”

  “He is!” I groaned, my eyes widening. “He's fucking me so hard. He's such a good boy!”

  Cú Mheá barked.

  “Yes, yes, cum in me, boy!” I howled.

  “Cum?” Kora gasped. “He can cum?”

  I grinned at her, stars dancing across my vision. “He can!”

  Kora orgasmed. Her body convulsed as her pussy juices fired out of her cunt. They squirted against her hands, filling the air with her tangy musk. She groaned and whimpered, her face twisted with rapture.

  Then Cú Mheá rammed his dick into me and came.

  He howled as he flooded my cunt with his spunk.

  His powerful blasts splattered in my depths. My pussy clenched hard. Then spasmed. Rapture rippled through me. My orgasm flooded my body with euphoria. Cú Mheá fucked his dick over and over into my spasming twat, flooding me with more and more of his jizz.

  “Yes, yes, yes, such a good boy!” I howled. “That's it. That's how you please your mistress. Ooh, yes, you're amazing, boy. Thank you!”

  He rammed into me one final time, the last of his cum basting my cunt. I shuddered, my orgasm burning hot through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. Kora whimpered beside me, trembling in her own delight as the pleasure peaked in me.

  “Well, that's perverted,” Sven said.

  I threw a look over my shoulder. Sven had emerged from the tent and watched nearby, his blue eyes twinkling. Kora trembled beside me. She glanced at her step-brother. She took a deep breath, pulling her fingers from her pussy.

  “Yes, it is,” she agreed, rose, and calmly walked to the tent.

  I just grinned at my husband. “This is Cú Mheá, my feyhound. And he's such a good boy. So loyal and loving.”

  “He's loving alright,” Sven said, fighting a grin.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine: Lust's Spell

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

  Knowing the truth about my lusts for my step-father only made me wetter. He had a spell cast on him that made me want him. I despised the man, hated him. I wanted him to pay for what he did to Sven and Kora's family.

  But I also wanted to fuck him so badly.

  I slipped out of my robes, standing naked before the door to his bedchamber. I couldn't control myself. I had to fuck him. I opened the door. It was dark in his room, the only light flooding dim and silver through the window.

  He was a shape on the bed. I padded across the room, the stones cold on bare feet. Then I reached the bear-skin rug his bed sat on. The thick fur caressed my soles. I reached the foot of the bed, climbing on it.

  He stirred. “Ava?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I purred.

  “What are you doing here, sweetling?” he asked.

  His downfall came closer and closer every day. Sven would enter Faerie and destroy the Lodestone, taking away my father's artificial army. Then Sven would kill him. But until then, I needed to be trusted by my father. I needed him to tell me everything.

  I needed to be his queen.

  “I missed you,” I purred, grabbing the sheets, pulling them down his body. I shuddered, realizing he slept naked.

  His cock throbbed, growing harder in the moonlight.

  “I want to be with you. I don't care what people think.” I slid my hands up his thighs. “You want me to be your queen, Daddy. To take mother's place.”

  I hated him so much for that even as my pussy clenched with heat, dripping with juices. He excited me as much as Sven. So many reasons to hate my step-father. So many reasons to fuck him so hard with my hot cunt. I grabbed his cock, stroking him.

  “I don't want to sleep apart from you,” I groaned. “Tonight, I want to be with you.”

  I worked up his bed, his dick so hard now. I straddled his waist as he groaned. I rubbed his cock through my blonde bush to my dripping cunt. We both shuddered as I slid his tip up and down my vulva, brushing my clit, caressing my labia.

  “You don't have to, sweetling,” he groaned. “You're my queen. I love you.”

  I hate you.

  “Yes,” I moaned, sliding my pussy down his dick.

  Taboo pleasure rippled through me as I took more and more of his shaft into my snatch. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me. Father's hands cupped them, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs sliding across my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my pussy.

  My snatch clenched hard on his dick as I rose up his shaft. I swiveled my hips, stirring his dick through me. It felt so good in me. I knew it was the spell, but that didn't change the ecstasy rushing through my body.

  “Oh, Daddy, yes,” I groaned, slamming my cunt down his dick. “I'm going to make you cum so hard with my pussy.”

  “You're such a loving daughter, sweetling,” he groaned, rubbing my nipples harder.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I grinned, hiding the hate in my heart. “So loving! I love you, Daddy!”

  I leaned forward, letting my clit rub against his pubic bone. My body trembled, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his dick as I rode him faster and faster. My breasts jiggled in his hands as I slid up and down his pole, loving every moment of his dick filling me, stirring me to a hot froth. Such rapture shuddered through my body.

  Ecstasy beat in my soul.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I groaned. “Oh, Daddy, yes. I'm going to cum so hard on this dick.”

  “And I'm going to breed that cunt,” he groaned.

  “Yes, yes, yes, pump me full of your forbidden seed!”

  The bed creaked as I worked my cunt up and down his dick. The silky friction billowed through me. It made me tremble and groan. I shivered, my eyes rolling back in my head. Such rapture shot through me. My pussy clenched on his girth, my hips dancing as I worked myself into a hot froth.

  I wanted him spurting in me. I wanted him flooding me. His jizz pumping over and over into my snatch. I hungered for it. I pumped my snatch up and down his dick, my clit slamming into his groin on every downstroke. Pleasure sparked through my body.

  He squeezed my tits harder, grunting, groaning. His hips moved, thrusting his dick up into my snatch, bouncing me. I whimpered, our flesh slapping together. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer.

  “My sweetling,” he groaned, his voice so throaty.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” I gasped, leaning over him, loving how he pinched my nipples. Such rapture shuddered through me. “Cum in me! Breed your little girl!”

  The words set me off. My pussy exploded around his dick. I gasped as waves of ecstasy washed out of my snatch. My flesh massaged his dick as he thrust up into me. I bounced up his shaft and slammed down him.

  “Pater's dick!” he grunted and then my step-father's forbidden cum fired into my snatch.

  Blast after blast of hot jizz flooded me. It spurted
into my cunt. It spilled through me, leaving me groaning and gasping. My eyes rolled back in my head. I whimpered out such rapture as I squirmed on him, my cunt milking his dick over and over, so hungry for every drop. A part of me, controlled by the spell, wished he could breed me.

  But I had a mage's enchantment on me. I couldn't conceive a child. I would never have my step-father's son. Only Sven's.

  I collapsed on my father, squirming on him as we both panted and moaned. I kissed him, hating how much I liked it. His hands stroked my back, cupping my ass as his dick softened in my pussy then slipped out of me.

  “I'm going to sleep so well in your arms, Daddy,” I purred, slipping off his body and snuggling against him like a lover.

  Like I would with Sven after we made love.

  “I'll protect you, sweetling,” he promised.

  “I know, Daddy,” I said, letting my voice get slurred like sleep approached.

  But I didn't fall asleep. Instead I did something naughty. I visited my lover. It made me so excited to cuckold my father with his enemy. A new way to get revenge on the bastard for casting his lust spell and befuddling my desires.

  I sank into my proxy in Sven's possession.

  I became the stone statuette. I grew out of the pouch into a tent full of feminine moaning. I blossomed bigger and bigger, my gaze sweeping across the room. Kora and Zanyia were sixty-nining while Sven had a blonde girl with braided pigtails riding his face and a woman with pink hair and—

  “You found the faerie!” I gasped in shock.

  The blonde girl on Sven's face let out a yelp of surprise, falling off of him. His pussy-smeared face appeared. The faerie kept riding his cock, her butterfly wings flapping behind her as her huge tits bounced and jiggled.

  Tits far bigger than mine.

  “Ava,” Sven grinned at me.

  Kora lifted her head from Zanyia's pussy. “Hello, Ava.”

  “Hello,” I smiled, grinning at my future sister-in-law. “I see things went well today.”

  “There were one or two hitches,” Sven groaned. “Damn, Aingeal, work that pussy on my dick.”

  “Ooh, yes, it's such a good cock,” she cooed. “Better than Cú Mheá's.”

  “It better be,” Kora muttered darkly.

  I shivered, my pussy growing hotter. I glanced at the blonde girl. “You must be the virgin Sven used to capture the faerie.”

  “I'm Nathalie,” she said, trembling. “I'm sorry for screaming, your Highness. You startled me. I'm Sven's sex slave. And since you're his fiancee, I must be yours, too.”

  “Sex slave?” I asked, sinking down between Sven and his step-sister sixty-nining with the lamia.

  “Yeah,” Sven groaned, his hands sliding up to cup Aingeal's big breasts. Gold rings flashed at the ends of her nipples.

  Mine suddenly throbbed. That looked painful.

  Sven pulled on them and Aingeal groaned. The faerie's wings fluttered. Her back arched and she rode him faster and faster. I wiggled my hips, growing aroused at the sight of their love-making. I wanted to feel Sven in my pussy right now.

  My hands wandered down my rose quartz body, stroking my smooth, crystalline flesh. I found my pussy, caressing it. I didn't grow wet in this form, but I still felt the pleasure. I groaned and whimpered, watching the faerie fuck my lover faster and faster.

  “Sven!” she groaned, her wings flapping hard. “Yes!”

  “Aingeal!” grunted Sven, his face twisting with rapture.

  I shuddered, my fingers pumping into my pussy as he flooded the faerie's snatch with his cum. I licked my lips, eager to lick her clean and find out what she tasted like stained with my lover's jizz. Such naughty thrills ran through me.

  And my father would have no idea. He would think me sleeping in his arms.

  “Oh, that was good, my husband,” Aingeal purred.

  I froze. “What?”

  Sven winced through his pleasure. “Well, Ava, this is Aingeal, my faerie-wife.”

  “Your wife?” I said, words flat, glaring at him.

  “Well,” he said, “she's my faerie-wife.” He reached out, taking my hand. “And you'll be my human-wife.”

  I shifted at that. “And Kora?”

  He gave me a wicked grin. “My sister-wife.”

  “And me and Zanyia are just sex slaves,” giggled Nathalie.

  I wanted to be angry at Sven. I did. But seeing his grin on his face made that so, so hard. Faerie-wife... Not his real wife, but something that a hero should have. The type of man who overthrows evil tyrants in stories.

  “Fine,” I said. “But I better be your only human-wife.”

  “You will be,” Sven said. “I promise. I love you, Ava.”

  “He does,” Kora said, hugging me from behind, her breasts sliding on my smooth body, her ruby pendant tinking against my crystalline flesh. “Mmm, he loves you so much.”

  “It's my fault, Mistress Ava,” Zanyia said. She knelt before me. “I tricked Aingeal into promising to be his thrice so we could trust her. She's rather mischievous.”

  “She almost got us killed,” Sven said.

  “I had nothing to do with that Shizhuthian shadowmancer attacking,” Aingeal said. “I even helped.”

  “By blinding us both.” Sven shook his head. “I'll need to figure out a way to deal with that.”

  “Shadowmancer?” I gasped when my brain finally worked. “Attacked?”

  Zanyia hissed in anger. “Serving Zizthithana. She must be after vengeance for killing my former master. She sent Warleader Gorth'in. He was a brutal man. Not the worst of her servants; that's Antrevia and her pet ogre, Gor.”

  “Well, I learned that Zizthithana is working for my father,” I said. “That's why he's letting her take slaves. My father needs humans to power his army. This Lodestone uses the people captured by the Shizhuthian slavers to control the constructs of his army. To expand it, he needs more and more people. Thousands of slaves, Sven.”

  “And we'll free them,” he growled. “We're entering Faerie tomorrow. We'll stop your father's plans.”

  I threw my arms around him, kissing him. If my body could cry, I would weep. I hated my father so much!

  “This will be a fun prank to play,” Aingeal giggled. “Ooh, Duke Gallchobhar will gnash his teeth!”

  ~ * ~

  Aingeal – Forest of Lhes, Strifelands of Zeutch

  “So this is it?” Sven asked, peering down at the ring of mushrooms.

  “Yep,” I answered, my wings fluttering as a wave of nerves washed over me.

  It only took us half the day to reach it. I guided us through the woods. We left the new horses behind. Sven hoped they would be fine. He wasn't pleased about abandoning them, but they wouldn't do us any good in Faerie.

  “So, what do we do?” Kora asked, dressed in her pink robes. She peered down at the ring. “I can feel something from here.”

  “I just have to power it,” I said. It had been twenty-three years since my banishment. Queen Sidhe promised to chain me in iron if I ever returned.

  But to hurt Duke Gallchobhar...

  “Then do it,” my husband said, excitement in his eyes.

  I grinned, deciding to be a dutiful wife today. With just a thought, green spirits flowed out of the woods. Only I could see the little balls of dancing energy. They gleefully plunged into the ring, powering it.

  Nathalie gasped and Zanyia purred as the mushrooms glowed with a vibrant light, painting us all in emerald. Cú Mheá barked with excitement while Kora peered at the ring in study. The air rippled as I opened the way into Faerie, the realm my people created with the help of the spirits of the world.

  “Just step in,” I said and did just that.

  Chapter Forty: Baiting the Trap

  Aingeal – Faerie

  I shivered as I stepped out of the mushroom ring into home. Faerie. It had been twenty-three years since I set foot here. Twenty-three years since everything went wrong. I took a deep breath, smelling the spicy freshness of the air, a scent found no
where but here. Around me rose tall pine trees with silvery bark, their needles shimmering with a golden hue as the trees swayed in a gentle breeze. A riot of colorful flowers ringed the base of the trees, adding their own nectar to the air, helping form that scent of home.

  My butterfly wings fluttered as my naked toes curled into the soft loam. Tears burned in my eyes. It was wonderful to be back.

  Spirits danced through the air. The small balls of light—red, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange—darted or drifted around me. They were everywhere. In the mortal world, they hid in objects, only appearing when I needed them. But not here in Faerie. They came from here. With them, my ancestors had created this world for us to live in.

  A ball of red light, a conjuration spirit, surged up to me, brushing my lips in welcome. A tingle of energy raced through me. I shuddered, my hairless pussy clenching, juices dripping down my thighs from the sudden surge of excitement.

  “Wow,” Zanyia purred behind me. “It's so pretty here. Look at all the flowers.”

  “They're beautiful,” gushed Nathalie, the young girl falling to her knees before a patch of colorful primroses. She breathed them in then plucked one, entwining the stem into one of her pigtails.

  “Yes, they are,” Kora said. “It's like Rithi painted with her brush here, creating something spectacular.”

  I nodded my head. The Goddess of Art had no hand in this world's creation, but she would appreciate it.

  “It's nice,” my human husband said. He stared at me. “You miss it?”

  “I do,” I said, lifting my chin to the sky. It was always twilight here, the stars twinkling overhead. Three different moons were in the sky, violet, orange, and blue. They were all full tonight. That could change. Their phases weren't consistent like the moon in the mortal world. The yellow moon was missing, and I spotted a sliver of the green moon to the east. “It's wonderful to be home, even if it's only for a little while.”

  Sven cupped my face, turning me to look at him. He had compassion in his blue eyes. His thumb swept across my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn't realized I shed. I felt them now, building in my eyes. Twenty-three years away. Cernere's black cunt, it had been so long. I felt so whole here. The emptiness that had gnawed at me filled for a few moments.