by Reed James
I could withstand the touch. I'd worn it for a week or more without any ill-effects. It didn't even feel evil.
I pushed aside the hanging grass curtain and walked into the pavilion. It had several beds formed out of soft ground cover. A pleasant scent filled the air, almost like honey mixed with the soft fragrance of clover flowers. It felt relaxing.
The others followed me in. Zanyia threw herself on a bed, curling up as much as her human-like body could, her tawny tail swishing back and forth as a purr rose in her throat. Nathalie cuddled up to her, their naked bodies pressed tight as the blonde girl hugged the lamia from behind. Zanyia's triangular ears twitched, and her purr rose in pitch.
I turned to the aoi si. “So, I've been given a muse?”
“Indeed,” Ealaín said.
“Are the sexual arts the one Rithi believes I am most skilled at?” I asked, staring at the busty aoi si. She had a glorious body shown off by the shape of her armor, all curves and feminine strength.
The aoi si opened her mouth to answer when Zanyia asked, “A muse?”
“My inspiration,” I answered. “Rithi sends her demigoddess daughters to inspire a person in one of the arts. She sent me an aoi si. A creature that is the infusion of both male and female passions, the embodiment of sex.”
“Indeed,” Ealaín nodded, her helidor eyes studying me. “You are an expert at healing with your passions, Radiant. You have soothed your brother's pain many times. You also love freely, sharing him with Zanyia, Nathalie, Aingeal, and Princess Ava without any jealousy. You have an uninhibited view of sex. You glory in it. You savor it.”
My cheeks warmed at her words, my nipples hardening against my robe. My pussy grew hot and itchy, my thighs rubbing together. Juices leaked out of me, making my flesh so sticky. I stared at the aoi si, her large breasts, her Amazonian face framed by her pure-white hair, giving her such an exotic cast.
“I always thought painting was my true calling. And dancing, but...” I squirmed. “I guess I have been performing a lot of sex lately.”
“A lot,” agreed Ealaín.
“So...” I said, my heart beating faster, “we should complete the bonding then.”
“That seems correct to me, Radiant,” the aoi si said. She unbuckled the straps of her breastplate, working them one at a time. “I have been looking forward to being a muse. I am glad my mother sent me to you.”
I nodded as Ealaín bared her large, taut breasts, her nipples fat and hard, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits swayed with a level of pliant perkiness that defied their size. They didn't sag one bit. My pussy tingled more and more.
“What is she doing?” Zanyia asked. “Are you going to have sex?”
Nathalie giggled. “Mistress Kora did say her muse was sent because of sex.”
“Apparently I'm better at sex then dancing or painting,” I said, the two other art forms I had mastered to achieve my rank of radiant, a full priestess of Rithi.
“Oh, but your dance gives your sex such a... a...” Zanyia struggled to find a word. “Such a lithe delight.”
“I am eager to discover that,” Ealaín said, taking off her skirt of banded metal. She set it down with grace, exposing her white bush hiding her pussy. That bush almost glowed compared to the darkness of her skin. It was just a delicious sight, so exotic. “And just because I am aoi si does not mean you cannot develop your other arts. Clearly, they have atrophied.”
I frowned at that. I hadn't had the time to devote to dancing or painting. I could create art through sex easily while traveling with my brother. “I would welcome that.”
I slipped out of my robes as she bent over, her large tits swaying before her as she unbuckled the greaves over her leather boots. She worked with efficiency. I shuddered, the fingers of my hands tracing over the tattoos of flowering vines covering my body. One vine spiraled around my left breast, pink buds opening into beauty. Each of the tattoos represented my training. This one represented the completion of my novitiate, the first step into becoming a priestess of Rithi. The other three represented my mastery of the arts. The vine entwining my right arm represented my mastery of painting, and the one growing up my left leg to my hip symbolized my mastery of dance. The last, on my shaved pubic mound and growing towards my pussy, showed my mastery of the sexual arts.
My right finger traced the vine across my pubic mound to the shaved lips of my pussy. I was so juicy as I watched the aoi si undress. I trembled, eager to see if the stories were true about these divine daughters of Rithi.
The aoi si rose, her ebony breasts swaying. She stretched her back, her youthful, fierce face birthing something wicked. Something hungry. She wiggled her hips and let out a throaty groan. Thrusting from her pussy, growing from her clit, was a cock.
A girl-cock. A hermaphroditic cock.
Aoi si were born of Rithi's union with Henta, the hermaphroditic goddess of the hunt. Their divine daughters could control when they were all woman and when they were hermaphrodites. This is why they were the Muses of the Sexual Arts. They could provide all the options for a radiant to enjoy. To use.
My pussy clenched as that midnight cock thrust larger and larger from the white bush, verging on the size of my brother's dick. And Sven was a gifted man. He had a prowess that made women swoon in delight.
“Oh, wow,” Zanyia gasped.
“She grew a dick!” squeaked Nathalie.
“She's going to fuck you with her clit?” Zanyia asked.
“Won't Master get mad?” the blonde girl asked, sitting up, her small breasts jiggling.
“My brother will find this hot,” I answered.
Zanyia nodded her head in agreement.
I glanced at Ealaín. “You know, he'll want to join in. He'll want to fuck you when you don't have your cock.”
“I know,” the aoi si said, her voice throaty now. “He is such a handsome specimen. I am your muse, and I will inspire all your lovers to please you and help you create your art in any form you need.”
I licked my lips, staring at that black cock. I was feeling so inspired right now.
I fell to my knees before her, my round breasts jiggling. I squeezed my thighs tight as I grasped her dick with both my pale hands. My blonde hair, gathered in two braids, swayed down my back as I shuddered. I leaned my head forward, extended my pink tongue, and licked that dark tip.
The aoi si moaned and shuddered as I licked her girl-dick. Her large breasts swayed above me, her white hair dancing about her face as her mouth opened wide in pleasure. Her yellow eyes shone with the passion of my touch. She was a work of art all in herself: the contrast between her dark skin and pale hair and eyes; the feminine beauty combined with this amazing, wonderful dick.
My pale hands stroked her dark shaft as my tongue danced about the tip. I squirmed my thighs together, my own clit throbbing almost in envy. I had worn strap-on dildos before, but to have a real cock...
Wouldn't that be an experience.
“Yes, yes, I feel your inspiration swelling through you,” the aoi si moaned. “It's gathering.”
“It's in your pussy, Mistress,” Zanyia moaned. “I can smell your juices. Ooh, this is making me so wet.”
“Uh-huh,” Nathalie nodded. “My cunny is getting so juicy.”
“Pussy licking?” the lamia asked, sitting up like a curious cat, her small breasts jiggling.
“Yes!” the slave-girl moaned.
As my lips nuzzled against Ealaín's dick, the two sex slaves fell into a sixty-nine, Zanyia on top. Her tail swished back and forth as they buried their faces in each other's pussy. They both had petite builds, their girlish forms squirming together as they feasted on hot cunt. Which inspired me to suck so hard on Ealaín's dick.
My lips slid over the crown of her clit-dick. I swallowed her shaft, taking it into my mouth. The aoi si shuddered. Her big breasts swayed over me as she squirmed. Her hips shook. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the passion of my touch. I shuddered in pure delight, so glad to give her this wondrous delight
. To tease her and drive her wild.
My cheeks hollowed. Her hands slid across my head then gripped my temples. Her big breasts quivered with such a pliant delight as she felt the pleasure of my sucking mouth. Her moans rang out through the grass pavilion as I loved her girl-cock.
“Oh, yes, Rithi sent me to see that your art flourishes,” moaned the aoi si. “I'll protect your gift, Radiant. I'll ensure that you practice your art with whomever you wish!”
I groaned, my hands fisting her cock as I sucked on her dick.
“Yes, yes, yes, just let me inspire you, Radiant!”
Her words were inspiring me, driving me wild. My own aoi si. Rithi loved me enough to send me a Muse. She admired my art while also wanting to see the artifact protected. I shuddered at the honor. At the thrill.
And the delight.
My right hand stroked down the aoi si's shaft and brushed her pubic hair wet with her excitement. I felt her pussy lips wrapped about the base of the clit-dick. A hot shudder raced through me. She had a cock and a cunt.
I had to explore that. To discover how wonderful that was. I popped my mouth off her dick, making her groan, and ducked my head under her cock. My stroking hands lifted her shaft as I nuzzled into her pubic hair. The silky curls brushed my lips and nose, caressing my cheeks, before I found her hot pussy.
I licked through her folds, tasting her spicy cream. She had thick labia, plump with her arousal. They caressed my mouth as my tongue dived deeper into her. Ealaín's dick twitched in my stroking hands. That sent a naughty thrill through me. I squirmed, my pussy feeling wet as I licked through her twat and fisted her cock.
“Yes, yes, yes, you are so inspired. I love it, Radiant.” Ealaín shuddered, her large breasts swaying together. “Ooh, yes, I love it. I absolutely treasure it. This is amazing. What you're doing with your tongue...? Rithi's inspiring gaze and Henta's keen sight!”
Her pleasure built in her. I groaned, feeling her dick throb in my hands. I'd licked plenty of pussies. But now I had the opportunity to suck on a girl's cock. I took a final swab through her labia before moving back to the tip of her shaft. I swallowed it and sucked.
My tongue swirled about the spongy crown at the tip of her dick. Her precum tasted a little sweeter than my brother's. I shuddered, my hips swaying, my own cunt on fire. But I held off pleasuring myself as I sucked so hard, humming my enjoyment, adding another delight to hers.
She moaned and squirmed, her gasps echoing through the pavilion. They merged with the sounds the two sex slaves made as they devoured each other's cunt. I shuddered, breathing in the spicy musk of Ealaín as I sucked on her dick.
“Ooh, yes, Radiant,” the aoi si moaned as my right hand abandoned stroking her dick to finger her pussy. “Thank you for sending me to her, Mother!”
I moaned my thanks to Rithi, too, as my fingers stroked the aoi si's fat pussy lips. Her juices coated my digits as they danced up and down the length of her slit. Her girl-cock throbbed in my sucking mouth and stroking left hand, letting me feel her pleasure.
I jammed two fingers into her cunt's depths. Her back arched. Her breasts jiggled above me. Her white hair danced about her head as she tossed it back and forth. Her pussy clenched down hard on my probing digits. I felt her orgasm build and build.
I sucked as hard as I could. I twisted my head as I bobbed, working her cock's crown against different parts of my mouth. I put my all into pleasing her. My fingers curled in her pussy, searching out that special spot found in every cunt.
“Mother!” she gasped, her snatch clenching hard on my fingers, her dick twitching in my mouth.
I found it.
I attacked her special spot, rubbing my fingers against the inside of her silky pussy. She groaned and spasmed. More and more of her precum flowed into my mouth, coating my tongue with her salty-sweet delight.
I couldn't wait for the true flood. I sucked so hard, my body quivering in aching need.
“Yes!” she moaned and erupted.
Girl-cum spurted into my mouth, this salty delight. I savored the creamy delight of spunk, my body trembling, my pussy almost boiling in orgasmic rapture. I gulped it down with such hunger, feeling her hermaphroditic-jizz warm my belly.
Juices gushed out of her pussy. I groaned, fingering her cunt and sucking her cock at the same time. I felt two different orgasms raging through her body. It was so wild. I moaned as I drank her jizz, watching her midnight tits heave above my head.
“Yes, yes, yes, you are so wonderful, Radiant!” she groaned. “I am so glad that I could be sent to you.”
I nodded, feeling our bond growing stronger. She had to fully inspire me. And for the sexual art, that meant she had to make me cum now. I shuddered as the last spurt of her jizz fired into my mouth. I swallowed it before sliding my mouth off her cock. I leaned back on the grassy floor, spreading my legs, my pussy on fire.
“Inspire me to new heights, my Muse,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering.
“With a glad heart and an aching cock!” Ealaín moaned, staring down at me with such hunger.
~ * ~
Ealaín
I fell to my knees before the tattooed radiant. Her body so pale compared to mine, entwined by the green vines and the pink flowers. They made her look so exotic. Her blue eyes stared at me with such glossy need, my cum dribbling down the corners of her lips, pearly and delicious.
But I had to devour her pussy. I had to fully inspire her to gain the peaks of her sexual arts.
My midnight-black hands stroked her pale thighs, her left tattooed with her vine. A master of dancing, painting, and sex. What a wonderful radiant my mother sent me to inspire. To protect. I would see her safe from any threats, guarding her so her art could flourish. It was why I trained in the martial arts.
The one art the radiants of Rithi did not practice. For it did not lead to creation, but only to destruction.
I put those thoughts aside as I leaned my head down. My short hair swayed about my cheeks as I nuzzled into her shaved pussy. Her flesh almost burned on my lips, but her cream felt so soothing. I licked, gathering the delight of her tangy musk on my lips. I shuddered, reveling in that wonder. She tasted so good on my mouth. I wiggled my hips, my cream flowing down my thighs and aching clit-dick.
I fluttered my tongue into her depths and drank her tangy juices. I rubbed my nose into her cute clit, breathing in her intoxicating musk. Her lithe stomach flexed and her round breasts jiggled, the amulet nestled between her tits. She whimpered in delight as she humped against me.
“Oh, Ealaín, yes,” she groaned. “Rithi's perfect touch, that's wondrous. Yes, yes, wiggle that tongue through me. Make me cum! Then fuck me!”
I shuddered, wanting that. Eager to complete the bond, and becoming her Muse officially. It was such an honor to be chosen by Mother, to dedicate myself to a single mortal. I would live with her, inspire her, my life chained to her. I would help her work through all her arts, not just the sexual. I would see her creations flourish.
And that meant protecting her from the Paragon. From any threat to her art.
But stopping the Paragon was for later. Now I focused on pleasing her pussy. On worshiping her tangy snatch. My tongue wiggled into her depths. I swirled it around through her folds, making her gasp and shudder. She ground against me, my white hair brushing her pale-beige thighs. She whimpered, squeezing her pink nipples, twisting them, her pleasure building and building.
My cock throbbed and ached. I so wanted to rise up and fuck her. I wanted to bury my girl-dick in her. But I held off. I had to make this wondrous pussy cum first. I swirled my tongue through her depths and then nibbled on her labia.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, Gods, what a wondrous muse. Just keep licking. I'm so excited. I'm going to cum so hard.”
I could feel that. Her excitement surged through her. It made her squirm and grind on me. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head. She humped against me, smearing that delicious cunt on my lips.
“Oh, Gods,
Ealaín, you're good at that.” She bucked hard as I flicked her clit. “Yes, yes, yes, make me cum! Inspire me!”
“Inspire her,” yowled Zanyia.
This harem she belonged to offered so many ways to inspire Kora to make her art. I sucked on her clit, trembling in excitement at the opportunity it provided. My dick ached and throbbed. Pussy juices ran down its girth, beading at the sensitive tip, driving me wild, compelling me to devour Kora's pussy with so much ardor.
My tongue buried into her snatch. I licked and swirled about inside her. I made her squeak in delight. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She ground her snatch against me harder, her juices pouring down my chin as her excitement mounted.
“Pater's cock!” she gasped, her back arching, tits bouncing. “Ealaín, yes!”
Her pussy gushed with juices. Her orgasm exploded through her. Her body became living art as her pleasure rushed through her flesh. She gasped and groaned, spasming so hard as she humped the air. Her whimpers echoed through the pavilion, such an intoxicating sound. Dizzy delight shot through me, leaving me groaning and reeling at the passion brimming through the air.
My tongue gathered up her flooding juices as she thrashed. I licked up her tight slit, reveling in her tangy flavor. She squeezed her tits hard as her moans sang through the room, a beautiful song of lust that rose up into the air.
I knew Rithi savored this moment. She loved all acts of creation.
“Ealaín!” howled the Radiant. “I need your girl-dick's inspiration!”
“Yes!” I moaned and threw my busty form up her trembling body.
My large, black breasts dragged up her pale stomach and met her round tits. I grabbed my cock, aimed true, and buried it into her snatch. Her convulsing flesh engulfed my clit-dick. I groaned at the silky friction caressing my dick. I slid to the hilt in her, my back arching.
Her thighs locked about my waist. She fucked herself up into my strokes. Our crotches smacked together as I buried over and over into her cumming pussy. Pleasure burned across her face, my strokes prolonging her rapture.
