by Reed James
I came.
My pussy writhed about the clit-dick pumping in and out of my juicy snatch. Cream poured down my thighs while rapture washed through my body. It made me tremble. My purrs rumbled out of my throat as I reveled in the pleasure.
“Rithi's inspiring beauty!” groaned the aoi si. She buried to the hilt in me.
Hot cum spurted into my depths. Girl-cum. I whimpered, my cunt milking her dick as the ecstasy filled me. I savored it. I loved cumming so much. It made me feel so wonderfully wicked. My skin tingled. My nipples throbbed.
I yowled in delight.
And Master watched me. He watched us all writhing. His harem. It was almost complete. Soon Princess Ava would join us. I would finally get to taste her pussy. I licked my lips, so eager for it. Together, we were unstoppable.
Prince Meinard would fall. We'd thwart Zizthithana's dastardly plans. And we'd stop this Paragon from resurrecting the horrible man whose soul dangled around Mistress Kora's neck. I knew we would succeed. I could feel it.
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Kora Falk
A wave of dizziness washed over me. I shook my head, feeling so tired as Zanyia scrambled over Aingeal, eager to sixty-nine with the faerie. Ealaín's cum dripped down the lamia's thighs as she straddled the faerie's head.
I shook my head. Why was I so exhausted? Sex usually invigorated me. I guess it had been a long day. I licked my lips, tasting Nathalie's sour ass as she sucked on my brother's cock, cleaning Aingeal's pussy juices off of his dick.
My family were eager to love each other. I couldn't let a little fatigue stop me from joining the fun.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Inspiring Naughty Art
Sven Falk
Nathalie's sweet mouth felt wonderful as she sucked my cock clean of Aingeal's pussy juices, her pigtails spilling over my thighs. I groaned, the pleasure racing up and down my dick as I glanced over at the aoi si. Her cock shrank back into a little clit, vanishing into the pink folds of her pussy. Her skin had such a unique color. So dark. Blacker even than the hue of a Halanian belly dancer. She sat at the entrance of the tent, her large breasts rising and falling; her yellow eyes flicked over to me.
They were flat, inscrutable. What went through her mind? What did she think of the harem? She'd just appeared out of nowhere. Her arrival had been timely, but she didn't feel like she belonged with us. She sat apart from the harem.
She stirred such strange desires through me. When she had her cock out, fucking, it was one of the hottest things in the world. Her feminine body, her tits so large and bountiful, contrasted with her cock. Her tits heaved as she thrust, her face twisting, her moans so soft and gorgeous. It made my dick throb and twitch in Nathalie's mouth.
Kora's loud yawn drew my attention. My sister covered her mouth as her back arched, her breasts jiggling before me, the ruby amulet swaying between them. Her nipples, topping those plump tits, thrust hard and pink before her, a flowering vine tattoo wrapping about her left breast. Her yawn transformed into a sultry groan. Her eyes fluttered for a moment.
Then her sapphire gaze landed on me.
She smiled at me, the exhaustion on her face melting away. She crawled over to me, her tits swaying before her, one of her two braids slipping off her shoulder to dangle down before her, a golden rope swinging back and forth. She reached me, pressing her body against me as Nathalie kept sucking. Pleasure raced through me, Nathalie's lips sealed tight around my dick as she worshiped me.
“You want to fuck her, don't you, brother mine?” Kora purred, her lips almost touching my ear. The sounds of the forest, the hoot of an owl and rustle of trees, grew muted as my lust swelled.
“Nathalie?” I asked, staring down at the girl as she loved me. My sex slave fluttered her blue eyes at me, her hips wiggling from side-to-side as she bobbed her mouth even faster. My attention appeared to inspire her to suck faster. “Always.”
Kora nipped my ear. “Don't be dense. Ealaín.”
My eyes flicked back to the aoi si. She stared at me; her yellow eyes ran up and down my naked body. She leaned back, her pillowy breasts swaying. Her nipples were as dark as her skin, two obsidian points thrusting up from her breasts that beckoned.
“Yeah,” I admitted. Did Ealaín want to fuck me? She didn't look at me like a woman wanting to be fucked. It felt... scrutinizing. Like she was studying me, a philosopher examining a new text. I'd seen a similar look in the eyes of the scholars at the College of Az pondering a new idea, considering if they liked it or not.
“Then go and enjoy her.” Kora flicked my ear. “She's exciting. I like her. I want you two to get along.”
“She does have those big tits,” I said as Ealaín parted her thighs, a welcoming gesture.
“And you love those, brother mine.”
Nathalie sucked harder.
I stroked her hair. “I like your little titties, too.”
She let out a little whimper about my cock. Then she slid her mouth off of it with a wet pop. “I know you do, Master.”
“He loves our little titties,” Zanyia said, lifting her face from Aingeal's thighs, my cum and the faerie's pussy juices staining her face.
“Go and fuck her, my husband,” Aingeal said, a naughty glint in her eyes. “You know you want to pound her.”
“Horny perv,” Kora said and nipped my ear.
Ealaín ran her hands up her thighs to her wet folds. The look in her eyes, while still making me feel like a text being scrutinized for its factual accuracy, was also inviting. Dew glistened on the shaved lips of her pussy, her labia fat and plump, her pink delights peeking between them.
My dick throbbed. I crawled over to her, my cock swaying hard before me. The demigoddess let out a purring moan that inspired me to get to her faster. Zanyia's fuzzy tale brushed my side as I passed her, the lamia's tight rump wiggling back and forth as she feasted on Aingeal's pussy.
“Sven,” Ealaín said. “Shall we inspire your sister with a little passion?”
“Is that all you think about?” I asked her, my hands touching her toned thighs. She had strength beneath her silky skin. I slid my hands down them, loving the feel of her as she sucked in a deep breath, her big tits jiggling and swaying.
“It's my purpose. I am her muse.” She licked her lips. “Your sister has talent that must be nurtured. And I just want to see it blossom. Don't you?”
“Yes,” I answered without thought. A twinge of guilt washed through me. I'd dragged Kora into this mess. My relationship with Princess Ava had led to Prince Meinard killing our parents and sister. She was a fugitive because of me. She could have left the country, found another temple of Rithi to study at. But she stayed with me, wanting to help me destroy Prince Meinard.
So she deserved to have her art created. And if Ealaín could help her then... good.
“I want to see her art flourish,” I said as I leaned my face into Ealaín's big breasts.
Her dark arms wrapped about my neck, pulling me into those bountiful tits. I groaned as they felt so wonderful about my face. I squeezed those soft mounds, pressing them into my kiss. I breathed in her scent, sweet and feminine. I shuddered, my cock throbbing as my lips nibbled on the inner slopes of her breasts.
She groaned, her back arching, her body twitching and squirming as I loved her tits. I nibbled and sucked on her flesh, loving her, driving her wild. I kissed and moaned, my head twisting back and forth as I loved her breasts. My hands squeezed them, my fingers sinking into the wonderful mounds. They slid up to her pinnacle and brushed her nipples.
She let out a moan of pure, feminine pleasure. My confidence swelled hearing that sound. Her reaction. Her arms relaxed around my neck, her hands thrusting down my back. Her fingers caressed my flesh, exposing me, sending fire racing through my body.
My cock throbbed.
“Mmm, yes, your sister is watching us,” purred the aoi si. Her voice sounded like liquid passion now. “She's getting so inspired watching you play with my tits.”
“They're great tits,” I gro
aned as my fingers pinched her nipples hard.
She whimpered, a sound that made my dick throb hard. I rolled her nubs between my fingers, twisting them. I stretched out her pillowy mounds by tugging on them. I lifted my face from her breasts, watching her breasts jiggle and sway.
I released her nubs and loved the way they jiggled back into their normal shape. Her fingernails scratched my back. She wanted this. I gave her pleasure. I loved giving a woman rapture. There was nothing more exciting than giving a woman bliss. To make her shudder and groan and moan. To master her body with my skill. Women weren't like men. They didn't just cum from a little stimulation.
You had to play with their bodies.
My hands shifted from her breasts as I leaned down and sucked on her nipple. I nibbled on her fat nub with my lips then flicked my tongue around her. She let out another moan as she sank her body back onto the bedroll.
I followed her, my dick throbbing and aching.
I sucked and nibbled on her nubs, worshiping them as I played with her. I stroked her sides and body. I loved the silky feel of her skin. Her moans grew louder and louder as I loved her nipple. I sucked harder, engulfing her areola.
“Sven,” she groaned as my fingers stroked across her stomach. “Oh, yes, yes, inspire your sister! Show her your passion. Make me cum.”
“Yes, brother mine,” groaned Kora, her voice thick. I bet Nathalie played with her body, loving my sister like she did me. “Show me your passion. Make her cum like you do all the sluts.”
“Ooh, he's good at that,” Aingeal said, her voice so throaty, Zanyia purring as she still licked at my faerie wife's cunt.
The passion in my sister's voice and the confidence in Aingeal's sent a hot shiver through my body. I switched nipples, attacking her other one. I sucked as much of her nub and areola into my mouth as I could as my hands shot across her sides and shoved between her thighs.
I felt the shaved flesh of her pussy with both my hands. She moaned louder as I stroked her. My fingers caressed her juicy flesh. I explored her thick labia, stroking her engorged pussy lips between my fingers. Her juice coated my fingers, her passion sticky and aching to be enjoyed.
I groaned about her nub as I shoved a thumb into her cunt. I sank into her hot depths. Her walls squeezed down on it, my cock throbbing in envy. I wanted to be in her. Fucking her. I wanted to thrust my dick into her liquid depths and make her explode.
“Oh, yes, Sven,” she whimpered. “Oh, that's it. Show your sister your passion.”
I shoved the thumb of my other hand into her depths, too. I pumped them both in and out of her, loving the silky heat of her cunt. I groaned about her nipple, sucking and nibbling that fat nub, giving her more pleasure.
She quivered and moaned, her passion echoing through our tent, mixing with that of Kora and Aingeal. Her voice blended with my harem's passion. Her citrine eyes fluttered, her head shifting from side-to-side as her pussy clenched down on my thumbs.
“Ooh, she's going to erupt,” Aingeal moaned. “Make her cum. Show her your skill.”
I ripped my thumbs out of Ealaín's pussy and jammed three fingers into her twat. I pumped them in and out of her cunt fast and hard. I nipped her nipple hard. She gasped and groaned, her snatch clenching around my plunging fingers.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, that's it. Oh, yes, do that. Inspire your sister... Inspire me! Rithi's talented fingers!”
Her body bucked. Her pussy convulsed about my digits. Her hot flesh spasmed. My thumb rubbed on her clit as her orgasm spilled through her. Her body bucked as she groaned and gasped. Her flesh convulsed in orgasm. The pleasure surged through her body. Her tits jiggled beneath my mouth.
I nibbled and sucked on her fat nub as she moaned and gasped. Her cunt spasmed about my fingers, milking them. Her sucking snatch made my dick ache. I wanted to be in her, to fuck her so hard, to show her my passion. Her moans cried out, needing it.
I ripped my fingers out of her snatch and moved up her convulsing body.
“Yes, yes,” she groaned. “Gods, I need it. Just ram that into me and... Rithi's amazing talent!”
I sank into her spasming flesh. I groaned, loving the feel of sinking into a woman's climaxing pussy. To already feel her pleasure writhing around my dick and knowing I would give her even more as I thrust away at her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her. I squeezed her breasts with my sticky fingers as I stared into her citrine eyes.
“You like that, huh?” I asked her, pumping my hips away. “My cock churning up that juicy cunt.”
“Yes,” she groaned, her thighs squeezing around my waist. She pulled me tight against her, the tips of her breasts, those hard nipples, rubbing into my chest. “Ram that cock into me. Keep me cumming. Keep inspiring Kora!”
“You're just my slut, aren't you? You're my aoi si slut!”
“I am right now!” she moaned, her fingers digging into my back, fingernails scratching. Her thighs squeezed tight about my waist as she bucked up into my thrusts. Her pussy sucked at my dick, her orgasms rippling over and over through her body.
My balls, aching to cum in her, smacked over and over into her taint. I loved that meaty thwunk. I squeezed her tits, pressing my forehead against hers, staring into those yellow eyes. Such passion burned in them.
Passion I inspired.
I thrust into her with all my strength, stimulating her pussy with my cock. Her hot sheath convulsed harder, stimulating me. My cock's tip ached and throbbed as the friction caressed me, sucking at my balls. They grew tighter and tighter.
“I'm going to flood your cunt,” I growled. “That's what you want.”
“That's what Kora wants!” she groaned, her voice so thick with her pleasure. “Do it! Cum in me! Fill me with your spunk for your sister's art!”
I groaned and buried into her convulsing depths. Her silky depths caressed my entire shaft. Her heat surged down my shaft to my balls. The stimulation shot through me. I growled as my back arched, my cum boiling.
And gave the slut what she wanted.
My cum spurted into her cunt. Her pussy milked my cock, spasming harder and harder. Every blast sent ecstasy surging through me. I held her tight to me, crushing her to my chest, her breasts pillowy soft. I grunted with each blast, the pleasure spiking through my body.
I loved it. Reveled in it.
“Brother mine!” Kora whimpered. “Ooh, that's so hot. You're filling her cunt with all that cum. It's amazing.”
“Yes!” I groaned, stars dancing in front of my eyes. “Gods, yes.”
Ealaín whimpered beneath me, her pussy wringing out the last drops of my cum. A smile played on her face. Her eyes fluttered, glossy for a moment, then they focused on me. Her body shifted and squirmed beneath me.
“You are skilled, Sven. Such an inspiration for your sister.” Her eyes grew studious again, calculating, like I hadn't just made her cum over and over.
What was she thinking?
“Fuck me now, Master!” Zanyia yowled, landing beside us, her face sticky with Aingeal's pussy juices. “Please, please. I also want to try her cock, Master.” She fluttered her golden, cat-like eyes at me.
I couldn't say no to her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Hermaphrodite's Passion
Ealaín
I let my clit sprout. I shuddered as my nub grew thicker and harder. Its pink flesh darkened to match my obsidian skin as it swelled larger and larger. It thrust at the lamia's wiggling ass, her tail swishing back and forth, the tawny fur providing a ticklish sensation across my breasts while her furred muff beckoned my cock.
She purred as she sucked noisily on Sven's cock, her ears twitching in obvious signs of enjoyment. Kora watched, drinking in our actions, providing her more inspiration for her art. But how many unique delights could she create if she stayed in Sven's harem, fucking the same man and women over and over? Yes, I provided a novel experience.
But not even I could inspire her to make unique works forever.
Her attachment to her brothe
r was... unhealthy. How could she experience more chained to his harem? Love could provide beautiful works of art, but it was hardly the only emotion that could create majesty. That could help uncover the world and touch the souls of those who witnessed her creations.
As Kora shuddered on Nathalie's licking mouth, the amulet swinging between her breasts caught my attention. That had to be dealt with first. It needed to be their priority. Not their petty vengeance on this Prince Meinard. The pain he caused could propel new art, but this pursuit of revenge did nothing to bring new beauty to the world.
“You going to fuck my little lamia?” Sven asked, his voice strained by the pleasure of his sex slave's sucking. “She's a horny thing.”
Zanyia purred loudly about Sven's dick.
I turned my attention to the lamia. Her pussy dripped juices down her thighs, her tawny bush soaked by her excitement. Her sweet musk filled my nose as her tail coiled about my left breast. She flicked it, brushing my nipples.
Tingles raced down my body to the tip of my girl-dick. I shuddered, bringing my transformed cock to the catgirl's hot pussy. Her wet silk brushed my tip then her hot pussy lips. I savored this moment. I loved fucking a woman. Being pounded by Sven was nice, he knew how to please a woman, but nothing compared to this.
I thrust.
Zanyia purred louder about Sven's cock as I sank into her twat. Her hot flesh engulfed my cock. My pleasure surged down my shaft. My pussy clenched as I savored the delight of her cunt. My breasts jiggled as I let out a moan of delight.
“I know,” Sven grinned at me. “She's got a tight pussy.”
“Yes, she does,” I purred, his eyes watching her tail flicking across my tits.
“Ooh, pound the slut,” Aingeal moaned. “Fuck her so hard. I love watching sex. It's so hot.”
I savored the emotions our art inspired in Aingeal.
My hips drew back my cock through the catgirl's tight pussy. She clamped down her flesh about my shaft, pleasure shooting down my clit-dick. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. Waves of heat washed through my body out of my juicy cunt. Cum and my cream ran down my thighs.
