Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  Part of me wanted to march up to her, grab her silver hair, and fuck my cock into those imperious lips. My hands clenched just for a moment as I imagined feeling her silvery hair beneath my fingers, entwining my fingers in her hair and fucking her mouth so hard. I would ram my cock into her mouth and show this faerie queen what it was like to be a slut.

  She never had that experience before.

  Her golden eyes grew bright. She arched a silvery eyebrow. Could she sense my desire to treat her like a slut? To fuck her so hard that she would cum over and over again. Cold panic squeezed about my heart.

  I wasn't here for my pleasure. I was here for Aingeal.

  “You love Aingeal?” she asked me.

  “I... care for her,” I said. “She hasn't been my wife for long, but she is growing on me by the hour. She only returned to Faerie to help me liberate my people imprisoned on Duke Gallchobhar's land.”

  A darkness flitted across the queen's face.

  “Yes, that was such a... despicable thing to discover happening in Faerie,” she said, voice ice. “It is partly why I am granting you this petition.” She uncrossed her legs, her silvery bush drenched with her excitement, her sticky juices clinging to her thighs. Then she recrossed them, now her left on top of her right.

  My dick throbbed. I wanted to bury my cock into her pussy.

  “Aingeal was instrumental in stopping what he did there.” I smiled. “If she hadn't violated your exile, you never would have sent your daughter to investigate and discovered your vassal's misdeeds.”

  “Indeed.” The queen shuddered. “But Aingeal's crime was... equally as despicable. She touched my flesh with iron.”

  “Then let me make it up to you, your majesty,” I said and, like so many beautiful women I had seen before me, like my sister herself, I caressed my body. I stroked my muscular flesh. My dick twitched and throbbed before me. “Let me repay her crime by providing you whatever pleasures you wish.”

  She arched an eyebrow.

  Then she rose. Her magnificent breasts heaved before her as she strutted to me. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding away in my chest as she flicked her eyes up and down my body. Behind me, Siona whimpered, her fingers plunging with juicy passion into her cunt.

  I fought my trembles as the faerie queen circled me. The edges of her wings caressed my body as she made her circuit. I felt her eyes scrutinize every bit of me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I hated how that excited me.

  I should be strong.

  I should seize her right now and show her my power.

  I would grab her silvery hair and haul her to the bed. I would push her face down between her adopted daughter's thighs and make her eat that royal cunt once more. I would watch her feast on Siona's cunt as I fell to my knees and ate the queen's royal twat.

  She would cum like she never had. She would cry out in rapture. She would moan and gasp and shudder. Then I would fuck her so hard. I would pound her cunt. Her asshole. I would use her body in every way. I would drench her in my cum.

  And lose Aingeal in the process.

  A man controlled himself. A man wasn't ruled by his passions, his emotions. I took deep breaths as the queen lingered behind me. Her finger stroked down my spine. My body shuddered as I surrendered to her touch.

  I let her use me.

  She grabbed my ass, squeezing it with her fingers. She leaned against me, her breasts rubbing into my back. Her mouth nuzzled up to my ear. She nipped it. Hard. A stab of pain flared through me as her fingernails bit into my butt-cheeks.

  “Mmm, you truly are going to do anything I want?” she asked.

  “Yes, your Majesty,” I groaned. “In the name of Pater, Father of All, King of the Gods, I swear it. I will be your lover, your boy toy. I will do whatever you want. I will please you in any way possible. For my wife.”

  “I think you do love Aingeal. Just like you love your sister and those two slaves.” The queen squeezed my ass. “Do you know how remarkable that is, Sven?”

  “I don't know,” I answered. “I just know how to be myself. And I can't stand to let something bad happen to Aingeal. I'm responsible for her. I brought her to Faerie.”

  Her fingers bit into my ass as she whispered her first command. My eyes widened in shock as my cock throbbed and ached.

  Chapter Thirteen: Royal Command

  Sven Falk

  “Fuck my daughter.”

  The command that the faerie queen gave me shocked me. I expected to be ordered to eat her pussy, to make her cum. I was here to pleasure her, to show her my prowess in bed. Did she not think I was worthy to fuck her? That I wasn't good enough to bend her over and fuck her hard from behind?

  The urge to stand up, throw her over her dressing table, and plow her hard seized me. I ached to show her how good I was at fucking. It would be so easy to take her in hand. I would give this queen the pleasure that she needed. That she craves...

  And Aingeal would die.

  “Yes, your Majesty,” I said with all the submission I could. It was such a foreign concept to me. But I swallowed my ego for Aingeal. I led her into Faerie. I put her in a position to lose her life, and I owed it to her to do anything to save her.

  I rose, feeling the queen's eyes on my naked, muscular body. My cock thrust hard before me. Despite how foreign this felt, there was something exciting about feeling her dominating gaze on me. A humiliating pleasure that had my dick throbbing before me. A pulsing ache gripped the tip, precum beading from my slit.

  Princess Siona rolled onto her hands and knees; her purple-and-black butterfly wings fluttered as she wiggled her ass. Her pussy pointed right at me, her vibrant bush soaked by her juices. I mounted the queen's bed, grabbing her adopted daughter's hips. I pulled her to me. I couldn't dominate the queen, but I could fuck Siona any way I wanted.

  Unless Queen Sidhe told me otherwise.

  But she only said fuck, so I would do it this way.

  I rammed my cock into the princess's cunt, burying into her hot, silky depths. Her juicy sheath gripped my dick. I groaned out loud as the pleasure surged through me. My balls smacked into her clit, making such a wet sound as I buried into her. She arched her back, her wings flapping. She let out such a wild moan.

  “Oh, Mother, this is such a wonderful cock,” purred the princess. “You have to feel this dick in you! Ooh, it's wonderful. He knows how to use it.”

  “He does have... enthusiasm,” the queen purred.

  I felt her eyes on me. It spurred me to pound the princess, to ram my cock into her wet depths as hard and fast as I could. I pumped my hips, driving my dick deep into her silky cunt. Pleasure surged down my dick, friction shooting down to my balls. I groaned, the pressure growing in them.

  My hands slid up Siona's body as I fucked her. I found her lush breasts. I squeezed them, making her moan, her pussy clenching down on my thrusting shaft. The friction increased, the pleasure rippling through me. I kneaded her tits, squeezing her perky mounds, then found her nipples. I pulled on them, twisted them, making her moan and gasp.

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!” Siona gasped. “Oh, Mother, this cock... You have to fuck this cock! He'll make you cum!”

  “He is certainly going to make you explode,” the queen purred, watching me fuck her adopted daughter hard. Was the queen squeezing her thighs together? Was she fingering her pussy? Squeezing her tits? “Are you going to cum, daughter?”

  “Oh, yes, Mother,” moaned the princess. “This cock is stirring up my cunt! Ooh, yes, you need to fuck him, Mother! You have to enjoy this dick!”

  I pinched her nipples, loving her words. I wanted to fuck that queen's body. I wanted to make her cum, to give her pleasure. I would worship her body. I would do anything she craved. Grunting, I thrust into Siona's silky cunt. My balls ached as they smacked into her clit, into her wet pussy.

  Her hips bucked back into me, her fluttering wings caressing my chest. They brushed across my skin, sending waves of tingling electricity down to my dick. Her pussy clen
ched so hard on me, her purple hair swaying about her face as she rocked on the bed.

  “Cernere's black cunt!” Siona moaned. “Fuck me, Sven! Oh, Gods, yes, I'm going to cum on your dick! Las's thick dick, it's good! Oh, Mother, let him use that body of yours! Let him pleasure you! You'll love it!”

  “Maybe, daughter,” purred the queen. “I want you to cum on his dick! I want your pussy massaging that shaft of his!”

  “Yes, Mother!” moaned the princess.

  I plowed into her pussy, burying to the hilt into her snatch. Her butt-cheeks rippled when I buried into her. Her wings fluttered faster. She let out a throaty moan as her cunt writhed about my cock. Juices flowed out of her pussy, washing over my balls as she came in pleasure.

  I made her cum. I gave her this pleasure.

  The pressure in my nuts swelled. The ache grew at the tip of my dick pumping in and out of her spasming cunt. She sucked at my shaft, her pussy eager for my cum to spill into her. I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I fucked her harder, groaning, on the verge of erupting. Just a few more strokes, and I would spill into her.

  “Stop fucking my daughter!” snapped the queen, her voice ringing through the bedchamber.

  I slammed into Princess Siona, the words just knifing through the lust on my mind. I let out a frustrated groan, fighting the urge to keep fucking her, to pump away at her convulsing cunt and spill my jizz into her pussy. To flood her with the cum that her snatch craved. That I wanted to give her.

  Why did I have to deny my pleasure and...

  Aingeal. Her purple eyes filled my vision.

  “Las's putrid cum,” I growled as I pulled my aching dick out of her pussy, fighting the urge to unload my cum. I was so gods damned close to erupting into her cunt. Just moments away. I needed it.

  “Kneel before me,” the queen ordered, her voice imperious, almost ice.

  “Yes, your Majesty,” I panted, sucking in breaths.

  I moved off the bed, my dick, soaked in her daughter's juices, bouncing before me. Princess Siona kept mewling. She collapsed onto the bed, hugging herself as she moaned out her delight, a happy smile on her flushed face.

  I knelt on the ground before the queen, staring up at her as she loomed. She stood almost like a remote statue, her large breasts swaying over me as she breathed, almost the only sign that she lived. Her silver bush glistened a foot from my face. Juices slicked her thighs. I had aroused her. I should lean over, grab her hips, and devour that pussy.

  I should just eat her and make her cum. Give her the pleasure that she needed.

  I sucked in a deep breath, fighting my urges. I clenched my hands, staring up at her, the ache throbbing at the tip of my cock. My heart beat so fast. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to control my urges.

  She held out her hand. Purple energy swirled around her and then a glowing-blue set of manacles made of energy. They swung from her hand, the links of the chains sparking with golden glitter where they rubbed together. She held them out to me.

  “Put these on, hands behind your back,” she ordered. She dropped the manacles on my lap, the chain draping over my cock.

  The lust boiled through me. Now I had to chain myself. Like a slave. I should show this queen...

  I swallowed my desire. I grabbed the manacles. Staring up at her with submission, I showed her how much I cared about Aingeal. That I would do anything for her. That I would swallow my pride and become this queen's sex slave. I would worship her, deny my own pleasure, anything she needed.

  I clapped the magical band across my right wrist and then put my hands behind my back. Not moving my gaze away, I found the other end of the manacle and clapped it over my left wrist. It locked shut, sealing tight. I sucked in deep breaths and then groaned as the chain shortened, pulling my wrists tighter together. I had almost no play in them.

  The queen walked around me, her large breasts swaying, her eyes studying me like a bug. I took a deep breath, trying to still the sudden vulnerability surging through me. With my arms chained behind my back, I could do nothing to protect myself. If she wanted to hurt me...

  Would she want to hurt me?

  My heart beat hard. I stilled the urge to pull on my handcuffs, to try and break out of them as she circled me. Her feet whisked on the ground, her wings fluttering. Her eyes were so hard, so mysterious. What would she do to me?

  I didn't like this. I hated this.

  I sucked in deep breaths through my nose, fighting my urges. Aingeal. I could handle being chained. She was in real manacles. She was in real danger. I was just satiating the faerie queen's desires. A little discomfort was nothing.

  My heartbeat slowed. I had the strength to do this. To swallow my own desire. To control my body. I wouldn't panic. I wouldn't be afraid. I would pleasure this queen, obey her, and save my faerie wife.

  The queen stopped in front of me. A smile appeared on her lips, hungry, predatory. Her eyes glinted with danger. I took a deep breath, facing her. I could take whatever she wanted to deal out to me.

  Chapter Fourteen: Inspiration

  Aingeal

  I knelt in the court of the queen, hoping Sven could be submissive to her. My guards surrounded me, armed in bronze and armoredin in bronze, standing stoic as the passion of the court burned around me. I tried to control my panic. Sven could do this. He could submit to the queen and obey her lusts. He just had to drive her wild, make her show some mercy on me.

  He could do it.

  Kora's dance with the aoi si came to an end, her orgasm over. The fey of the court swarmed her. I could just make out Conleth and Turlough kneeling at her feet through the crowd. I grimaced. Those two were flighty, always glomming onto the new, the exciting. And a mortal who could dance and make love like Kora would enchant them for days.

  Before something new and shiny caught their eye.

  I suspected Kora wouldn't be at all sucked in by their flattery. She had a suspicious mind, after all she didn't trust me at first. And if Kora was seduced, Zanyia would still have her cunning. The lamia looked, and acted, simple, but she goaded me into promising to be Sven's woman three times, binding me to him forever as his wife. Our kind had to obey our word given thrice, it chained us to our promises.

  And besides Zanyia, Kora had the glowering Ealaín. The aoi si wouldn't allow any harm to come to the human woman. She had an intimidating air around her, even naked and coming down from her orgasmic high.

  I smiled for a moment and then armor clinked. The guards shifted around me. I sighed, my fear swelling through me again. For a moment, I had forgotten that I knelt chained, waiting for my death, counting on my husband to save my life by submitting to the queen.

  “You can do this, Sven,” I whispered, glancing at the door through which he and the queen had vanished. “Just obey her. Give her what she wants.”

  I took a deep breath, the fear washing through me in a wave that left me trembling. Clammy hands clenched about my heart. My back flexed, muscles wanting to flex the wings burned away by Duke Gallchobhar's magic.

  I didn't want to die.

  ~ * ~

  Ealaín

  I arched my eyebrow watching the two male fey fawning before Kora.

  My charge grinned at me, her face flushed from our sexual art, my cum running down her thigh. “See, Ealaín, I inspired them.”

  My lip twitched with amusement, my body still buzzing from my orgasm. The faerie of Queen Sidhe's court had watched Kora's art with rapt attention. Lust swelled through the room, the female faeries' thighs glistening, the males' cocks throbbing and dripping with precum. Some were masturbating themselves or giving another a helping hand. It was good that Kora created art again, that she danced, fucked, and painted.

  She had neglected it too much even with the danger around her. My mother, Rithi, had sent me to be her radiant as much to protect Kora as to ensure that she kept up her art, that she brought such beauty into the world, inspiring more than just her brother and his women.

  And part of that protect
ion meant allowing Kora to keep producing her art. And she could hardly do that with these two fawning over her feet. So I glowered over them. The two males, licking Kora's feet, felt me looming.

  They looked up at me, my girl-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy, glistening with Kora's juices. I folded my midnight-black arms beneath my breasts, arching an eyebrow at them. The two glanced at each other and then rose.

  “Whatever you need, Lady Kora,” Conleth said, giving my charge a hungry grin, “you but have to ask.”

  “As we said, we are your most humble of servants,” the other said, giving her a sweeping bow.

  Kora just smiled at them, her hips already moving to another dance. I could detect a hint of nervousness that melted out of her as she surrendered to the music. She worried for Aingeal's safety, but her art beckoned.

  And she lost herself to it.

  Good. Her art should be her priority, the most important thing to her. She had devoted herself to Rithi, to creating beauty. Nothing should distract her from the inspiration she created with her body. The watching faeries wouldn't forget her performance. It would stir them to create something of beauty, immortalizing her dance in painting and sculptures, enriching the world.

  Kora whirled, raising her arms over her head. Her blonde braids flared out before her, and the ruby flashed between her heaving breasts. I furrowed my brow at that glittering gem. It worried me. It represented such a distraction from her art.

  It had to be dealt with. Then we could deal with her other distractions...

  ~ * ~

  Zanyia

  Mistress Kora danced like the wind swirling through a field of flowers, rustling the beautiful petals, spreading their perfume. She moved with such lithe steps, her hair flowing behind her, the tattoos on her body making her pale flesh even more exciting. She spoke with every movement of her arms and feet, with the way she rolled her hips and cocked her head.

  She spoke of passion. Of love. Of hope. The hope that Sven would save Aingeal, the passion he would share with the faerie, and the love he had for Aingeal that would lead him to submit to the queen's desire. My pussy grew hotter, juices running down my thighs.