Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, her fingernails clawing my back as her passion raged through her. “Fuck me! Inspire me!”

  “I shall, Radiant!” I groaned, my hips pumping away so hard and fast at her silky cunt.

  Her walls writhed about my girl-dick. It was such sweet heaven. I trembled atop her, my nipples kissing her nubs as I pounded her pale form hard. I thrust with all my passion, her moans inspiring me to give her every ounce of my love that I could.

  I kissed her pink lips. I tasted her sweet mouth as we writhed and heaved together in the oldest act of art: sex. The first way something new and beautiful was created. The joining of flesh. The sharing of fluids. The union of lust and love, passion and desire. They all swirled together in this one moment as I drove my girl-dick over and over into her cunt.

  My own pussy clenched with my every thrust. My juices trickled out, running down my cock and mixing with her cream as I plowed into her. I thrust so hard into her depths. The friction sending delight shooting up my clit-dick to build the pressure in my snatch.

  In my ovaries.

  They boiled with another load of girl-spunk to spill into her body. I shuddered, wanting that explosion to come so badly. I pumped away so hard at her snatch. I buried my girl-dick over and over into her. I drove her wild. I made her groan and gasp. Her fingers clawed at my back as she squeaked out in rapture into my mouth.

  She kept cumming. She kept massaging my thrusting dick with her pussy. My body trembled. I felt the moment of our union coming, the conclusion of our first collaboration of art. I shuddered, my hips pounding into her with every ounce of force I had in me.

  I buried to the hilt in her.

  My girl-spunk exploded out of me.

  Dizzy delight surged through me. I moaned into our kiss as the jizz shot over and over into her snatch. Her pussy convulsed harder. She bucked beneath me, another, more powerful, orgasm sweeping through her body.

  I inspired this ecstasy in her. As the euphoria bathed my mind, I trembled in glorious rapture. Our union achieved. I was her muse now. I would share in her pleasure. I would protect her, inspire her, treasure her.

  I kissed her so hard as the last blast of my cum spurted into her pussy. Her flesh milked out every drop. She clutched me so hard, our bodies intertwined. My heart thudded with such joy as my climax peaked in me.

  And then I groaned, nuzzling into her face, so glad my divine Mother sent me to her.

  Chapter Five: Wicked Negotiations

  Sven Falk

  I grabbed the faerie princess's butt-cheeks as she knelt on her hands and knees upon the bed made of soft moss. Her purple and black butterfly wings fluttered as I buried my face into her violet bush and tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy. It was wonderful. Her flesh so hot, her pubic hair so silky. She squirmed as I kneaded her ass, humping back into me.

  “Yes, yes, show me how much you care for Aingeal,” moaned Siona. “Convince me, stud! Win me to your side! Ooh, yes, I like that.”

  I nibbled on her clit, my nose pressed into the nectar-scented folds of her cunt. She wiggled against me as I sucked on her bud. I loved how she moved, the way her rump flexed beneath my squeezing fingers. I gripped her hard, spreading her butt-cheeks apart as I flicked my tongue up through the folds of her pussy.

  “Ooh, yes, that's good!” she moaned. “Cernere's black cunt!”

  I nibbled on her pussy lips now, her pubic hair caressing my cheeks. My fingers slid across her taut rump, diving into her crack. I dove my tongue into her pussy's depths. My cock throbbing, aching to be in her. I wanted to fuck this faerie princess so hard.

  I would show her that I cared for Aingeal. That she was worth sparing. I wouldn't let my faerie-wife die.

  I swirled my tongue through Siona's snatch, making her wings flutter more. My fingers caressed through her butt-crack at the same moment. I found her sphincter. She let out a throaty moan as I circled it, caressing the puckered ring.

  Her snatch clenched on my probing tongue as my finger penetrated her asshole. I sank into her velvety depths. Her wings hummed now. Her bowels squeezed down on my digit as I worked it in and out of her bowels.

  Then I slipped a second into her velvety embrace.

  “Ooh, yes,” she groaned. “I like that. Mmm, finger my asshole and eat my pussy! Convince me, stud!”

  I flicked my tongue back down to her clit. I batted it over and over, striking her little nub as I plundered her velvety asshole. I swirled my tongue about her little bud. Her nectar dribbled down my chin as my tongue fluttered and teased and pleased her clit.

  And then I sucked on it.

  She squealed in delight, her wings flapping so hard. Her asshole clamped down on my fingers. Her moans sang through the pavilion, so full of her pleasure. I nipped her bud with my teeth, bringing another gasp, another hard squeeze of her bowels.

  Her juices poured out of her cunt, dribbling over my lips as I sucked on her clit. I brushed my tongue against it, caressing it, driving her wild. I thrust my fingers as deep into her bowels as I could, making her feel my passion. My dick ached to get in the game.

  But I had to be patient. I had to focus on her pleasure. I had to save my Aingeal.

  “Sven!” the faerie princess whimpered. “Mmm, just like that. Yes, yes, yes, you're going to make me explode. I love it.”

  I sucked so hard on her clit. My cheeks hollowed. Her body convulsed. Her wings buzzed into a blur. Golden dust fell from them as she let out a gasping scream. Nectar gushed out of her pussy, spilling about my face as her orgasm surged through her.

  Her bowels writhed about my pumping fingers. I kept working them in and out as my tongue fluttered against her clit. I kept stimulating her bud, driving her wild with pleasure. I had to drown her. I had to overwhelm her in rapture.

  “Cernere's black cunt and Las's yummy cum!” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. “Gods, Sven... Gods!”

  I didn't relent. I kept attacking her clit, making her body squirm on the soft bed made of ground cover. She whimpered and wiggled, squirming her hips. Her clit throbbed beneath my tongue. Her juices kept flowing around my mouth as her orgasm kept flowing through her body. She needed to keep feeling this bliss. To gasp and moan and writhe in abject passion.

  I gauged that moment, listening to her whimpers and moans. Waiting for when her clit was too sensitive. And then I would change my tactics. Her body shuddered beneath me, an instrument that I played with a master's touch.

  “Oh, Gods, Sven!” she groaned, her voice strained with rapture. “Oh, Gods, I can't... You're... Oh, Gods!”

  I rose, ripping my fingers out of her asshole. Her cream dribbled down my chin and neck. I grabbed her hips, my dick thrusting hard from my blond bush. I thrust with precise aim, spearing into the convulsing cunt.

  I groaned, my balls smacking her clit, as I buried into the spasming embrace of her pussy. I gripped her hips, staring down at her buzzing wings. They stirred a breeze that rippled over my hot chest, cooling my flesh as I pounded her royal cunt.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, bucking back into me. “Oh, Sven, this is wonderful. Ooh, yes, I can feel that love for Aingeal. You care for her.”

  “I do!” I growled, thrusting so hard. “She swore herself to me as my wife. She trusted me to lead her into Faerie and get her out safely.”

  I thrust so hard into the princess's cunt.

  “I won't betray that trust!”

  I pounded the faerie hard, my balls thwacking over and over into her clit. Her pussy clenched and spasmed about my dick, her hips wiggling. Her orgasms flooded through her body. She came over and over, her entire body trembling as the rapture surged through her. It was such a sight to behold. Something to treasure.

  I fought the urge to spurt my cum. The excitement of her cunt writhing about my dick built my orgasm fast. But I had self-control. A man didn't just unleash his jizz at the earliest opportunity, cumming like a virgin boy getting his first taste of cunt. No, he held off. He made sure his woman had al
l the pleasure she could handle.

  Then he took his.

  Because a man who pleased his woman would have a woman that would crave him over and over. A woman that would do anything to please him, any act. She would let him use her in ways she wouldn't for others.

  And I wanted to use this princess.

  “Sven!” she howled, her pussy convulsing so hard. “Oh, yes, cum in me! Bathe me with your jizz.”

  I grunted and ripped my cock out of her convulsing cunt. I moved up swiftly, my dick dripping with her cream, and brought my cock between the cheeks of her ass. I found her sphincter, rubbing against that puckered opening.

  And sodomized her.

  She gasped, her back arching. Her wings fluttered, the soft ends brushing my chest as I pounded her bowels so hard. I savored her royal ass about my dick. That velvety grip writhing as her orgasm kept surging through her.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “Ooh, you are full of surprises. Mmm, fingering my asshole, getting me all warmed up for your cock! Ooh, so sneaky. I love it!”

  “Good!” I growled, pounding her bowels as hard as I could, my balls thwacking heavily into her taint, so full of cum wanting to explode out of me.

  Her pleasure kept writhing through her. She moaned and gasped, her orgasms so intense for her now. She whimpered and shuddered. Her pleasure drowned her mind in ecstasy. She could think of nothing but my cock giving her ecstasy.

  I gave her euphoric rapture she hadn't had in a while. Maybe decades or even centuries.

  I stroked her quivering body, reaching to her swaying breasts. I squeezed them as I grunted, getting closer and closer to spilling my seed into her bowels. The rapture shot through me. My teeth ground together as the pleasure built and built in me.

  “Oh, Sven, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, Gods, give it to me. Such stamina has to have its limits! Cum in me!”

  “Yes, your Highness,” I grunted and rammed my dick to the hilt in her.

  Came.

  My jizz fired into her bowels. Her asshole milked my cock as the rapture surged through me. My balls emptied themselves, every hard pulse sending ecstasy shooting through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned out my satisfaction.

  Such a wonderful thing to experience.

  I shuddered and panted. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned and gasped as my dick pumped her full of jizz. Stars burst through my vision. Her asshole convulsed, milking out the last of my cum.

  “Gods, what a fuck,” I groaned. “You know how to take a cock, your Highness.”

  “And you know how to use one,” she whimpered. “Gods, I'll intercede on your behalf with my mother. It might not matter, but you... You are a lover!”

  Chapter Six: The Princess's Plan

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

  I sank down onto my bed, still trembling from my decision. I had to flee the palace. I would become a slave to my lust for my step-father if I stayed. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his taboo dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.

  This had to end. I loved Sven.

  My door opened and Greta, my eighteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.

  “What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the world had ended.”

  “Sven did it!” I told her. I squeezed her hands and then pulled her into a embrace, smelling sex on her.

  I let the mage use her body, selling my servant's virginity to him to learn not only what my father had done to me but what his plans were. And now... An idea popped into my head. It was so risky, so naughty, but I'd have to do it.

  After my father, it hardly even seemed like that terrible of a deed.

  “What?” Greta said, breaking away. “You tensed.”

  I bit my lip. “We're going to flee the castle soon. We're going to Sven. With the Lodestone destroyed, I don't need to be here.”

  “But don't you need to be close to your father to spy on him?”

  I shuddered. I so wanted to be close to him. “Not any longer.”

  “But, what if he has new—”

  I pressed a finger against her lip. “We are leaving. We'll begin making our preparations in the morning, okay?”

  She nodded her head, though slowly, reluctantly. Her eyes shone with the candlelight burning on my nightstand. I saw it in her eyes. I hugged her to me, squeezing her tight as my own heart raced, my own fear beating through me.

  “We can do this, okay?”

  “Okay,” she whispered. She took a deep breath. “I'm with you, princess.”

  “I know.” I smiled at her. She was such a sweet thing. Such a delicious comfort to me in these terrible days. “It'll be fine. We'll go to Sven. He'll protect us. And we'll help him kill my father.” He had to die. I couldn't be his whore. I couldn't.

  I wanted to be. I should go to my step-father, suck his cock, let him fuck my pussy, let him breed me.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. “I need to see Sven right now. I have to talk to him. Make sure he's okay.”

  If I didn't, I would go to my father. Only my love for Sven tethered me away from the enchantment that had turned my desires to my father. That made me want to be his taboo lover. I groaned and shuddered.

  Then I lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes. My soul reached out. I felt all my proxies, the vessels I could animate. They would be extensions of my body, nonliving stone brought to life by my will. I carried the blood of the God Krab. He didn't have too many couplings with human women, but he'd created a few bloodlines of imbuers.

  My mother and step-father each came from a different line. It was one of the reasons Father wanted me to be his queen. Well, that and I looked like my dead mother.

  I seized the one proxy with my betrothed, a small statue I had had enchanted by a soulborn witch named Fiona. I had sent skilled messengers to the Lesh-Ke mountains to track her and her triad down. She had fulfilled my request.

  I imbued my proxy with my soul.

  I woke up in a dark pouch, the scent of leather around me. I wiggled out of it with my rose quartz limbs. I tumbled onto a grass floor. I heard the coos of a woman and the fluttering of wings. I recognized the post-coital sounds of sex.

  Of course my Sven was celebrating his victory.

  I grew my statue. I couldn't do this normally, but that was what the witch had done for me. A full-sized statue would be impossible for Sven to travel with. But this one he could carry in his pouch. Then I could grow it to my regular size so we could make love.

  It was almost as good as being in the flesh with him.

  I swelled and swelled, spotting him pulling his cock out of a faerie's asshole, her purple-and-black wings fluttering, violet hair spilling about her face. That wasn't Aingeal. I arched a stony eyebrow as he glanced at me, giving me such a roguish grin. He had a muscular body, his blond hair disheveled. He looked tousled, and not just from sex.

  “So, is that Duke Gallchobhar's wife?” I asked, my pussy growing itchy. I didn't make pussy juices in this form, but I still grew aroused.

  “This is Princess Siona,” Sven said as I sauntered to the bed. “We were negotiating her support to keep Aingeal from being punished for breaking her banishment.”

  I arched an eyebrow. That sounded serious.

  “Mmm, he won my support,” the faerie said, studying me. “What a beautiful body you have. An imbuer?”

  “Princess Ava of Kivoneth,” I said as I approached the bed. I threw my arms around Sven's neck, nuzzling my nose against his. He held my stony flesh. With me inhabiting it, the quartz acted like a real body, soft and pillowy in all the right places.

  Like my ass as he kneaded it.

  “You did it,” I breathed.

  “Yes, I did,” he said, a cocky grin on his lips. “With help from my women.”

  “And now you buggered a faerie princess.”
I shook my head. “I just can't leave you alone for a minute.”

  “This is so fascinating,” the faerie princess said. “From my understanding, Sven just destroyed a powerful artifact Duke Gallchobhar was keeping for your father. And yet here you are as Sven's lover.”

  “I hate my father!” I snarled as my lusts surged. Oh, Gods, I wanted to be beneath Daddy right now, his cock filling me and... I shook my head then stared into Sven's eyes. “I'm done staying with him. I'm fleeing the castle, coming to you. I want to be with you in the flesh.”

  Sven's eyes widened. “He'll hunt you down. He'll send his army after you. He won't let you get away.”

  “Then you better protect me!” I hissed with a fierce passion before I kissed him on the mouth.

  And felt so guilty. I couldn't tell him how much I wanted to fuck my father. How much I enjoyed it. I couldn't let him know the real reason I needed to flee. It would break his heart to learn I spread my thighs willingly for my father. Even before the spell, I had sucked him off, willing to fuck him to stay close.

  But now...

  Now I wanted him more than Sven. More than the man I loved.

  Gods, how did this become such a snarled mess?

  Chapter Seven: Royal Delights

  Sven Falk

  Ava's soft, stone lips pressed on my own as she kissed me with such a fierce passion. I held her in my strong arms, showing her that I would protect her. If she needed to flee her father and escape his abuse, I would keep her safe.

  By killing the bastard.

  I held her rose-quartz body against mine, always shocked by how such a form made out of such a hard substance could feel so soft and alive in my arms. Her small breasts felt firm and real on my chest, her nipples hard. Her tongue lithe and agile as it thrust into my mouth. I missed the taste of her, the heat of her body, but... This was better than nothing.

  And soon... Soon we would be together.

  My dick, still aching from enjoying Princess Siona's asshole, pressed into Ava's belly. It quivered as she breathed. Crystals glimmered in her flesh, little stars dancing across her face as the quartz caught the light in the pavilion. Ava was so remarkable. Her ability to inhabit and make alive her stone statue allowed us to be together even when her father kept us apart.