Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  As Princess Ava buried her face into Mistress Kora's pussy and Master moved to fuck her, I grinned at Greta. “We haven't had a chance to play.”

  I seized the busty, blonde girl's hand and hauled her to the bed, her big tits jiggling beneath her loosely tied robe. She was the same age as Nathalie, eighteen and delicious. My tongue flicked out, so eager to devour her.

  Nathalie pressed up beside me, her hands darting for the ties of Greta's robes.

  “You're our Master's newest sex slave,” I declared as Nathalie and I ripped open her robe, exposing her naked body.

  “What?” Greta protested.

  Nathalie nodded her head. “You are. It's wonderful being Sven's slave.”

  “No, no, I'm the princess's bedmaid,” Greta protested as I pulled her down on the bed while Master hiked Princess Ava's skirt, ready to plunder her cunt.

  “It's the same thing,” I told her, parting her legs and shuddering at the sight of the cum smeared over her blonde bush. Thick and white. Whose was it? I inhaled. It smelled familiar.

  “You'll love being his slave,” Nathalie added. She squeezed my naked butt, making my tail twitch from side to side, brushing her cute face.

  “But...” Greta's eyes widened as I leaned my face down between her thighs. “I...”

  “Hush,” I said, then inhaled. The cum had a woody hint to it. “Ooh, you fucked Scáthnamhaid, naughty girl.”

  Greta glanced at Princess Ava eating pussy and being fucked hard by Master. “I... did.”

  “Naughty slave.” I licked my lips. “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. It's so wild, isn't it?”

  “Yeah,” Greta answered then gasped as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her tart cream along with the feyhound's salty, woody treat.

  The delight melted on my tongue. I purred, my ears twitching, my tail swishing. I lapped my tongue through her folds, her golden bush tickling my cheeks. The naughty girl shuddered as I feasted on her creampie, my own snatch getting so hot and juicy.

  Nathalie helped me out. She was such a loving girl.

  Two of her delicate fingers penetrated my snatch while she nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue danced around my asshole, teasing me, making me shiver and groan. My eyes fluttered and my ears twitched while she rimmed me. She pumped her digits in and out of my cunt, her tongue stimulating my sphincter.

  I purred louder. My tongue penetrated deep into Greta's pussy. The naked slave girl gasped, her large tits jiggling as she ground her cunt against my hungry mouth. Her thighs brushed my ears, sending tingles racing through my body. My pussy clenched tight on Nathalie's plunging fingers.

  “Oh, Gods,” gasped Greta. “Oh, Gods, your tongue... It's so different.”

  “Lamia tongues just feel amazing,” Nathalie moaned.

  “So does your cute human tongue,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I gasped as she rimmed my asshole again.

  Then she pressed against my sphincter. My anal ring surrendered and her tongue entered my bowels. Wicked delight melted down to my pussy. My snatch clenched and relaxed on her probing fingers. I purred louder into Greta's pussy, lapping up the feyhound's spunk out of her tart depths.

  Such a wondrous treat.

  I nuzzled my face tight against her snatch. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking, lapping, gathering up all the cum and pussy cream I could. I feasted on it while Nathalie teased my body. Her tongue wiggled around in my asshole, stimulating me while my pussy drank in the friction of her naughty digits.

  My tail swished back and forth, rubbing against the top of Nathalie's head. That felt so delightful, adding another bit of stimulation to the delight already surging through my nethers. I shuddered, wiggling my hips as she pleasured me.

  “Oh, Gods, this is amazing,” groaned Greta.

  “See,” I moaned. “Being Master's slave girl is the best.”

  “Yes!” Nathalie moaned and slipped a third finger into my snatch.

  She stretched out my cunt more. The friction rippled through me, meeting the delight pouring out of my asshole. Her tongue squirmed as deep as she could reach into my bowels. I loved it. My eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm swelled and swelled.

  Greta gasped. She pinched her fat, pink nipples. Her entire body bucked and heaved. Her moans echoed through the room, marching with the sounds Master and his wives made beside us. I loved it. I flicked my tongue up to her clit.

  “Zanyia!” Greta squealed and then her juices gushed out of her body.

  She bucked and spasmed on the bed. Her pleasure surged through the room. She whimpered and moaned, quivering as the pleasure flowed through her body. The sound was so amazing. I loved it. I reveled in it.

  My tongue licked faster and harder through her snatch. I stimulated her. I gathered up all her yummy, tart cream. The excitement surged through me. My purr rumbled louder in my throat. My ears twitched. My tail slashed through the air.

  I came.

  “Oh, Zanyia, yes!” whimpered Greta.

  “Nathalie!” I moaned, the pleasure rippling through my body.

  My cunt spasmed about her three fingers as they plunged over and over into me, stimulating me. The friction sent waves of rapture flooding out of my snatch. My eyes squeezed shut. My bowels writhed about her probing tongue.

  Such bliss filled me. Wonderful, buzzing bliss. We were alive. And the harem had grown. Master had a new slave girl to love. It was so amazing. I purred with such delight as my tail slashed back and forth, caressing Nathalie's face.

  “Mmm, you taste so good, Zanyia,” Nathalie moaned. “And smell so good.”

  “I know,” I purred. “You have to try our fellow slave girl.”

  “Yes,” Greta moaned. “And I bet you taste so good, too, Nathalie.”

  Nathalie squealed in delight and ripped her fingers out of my cunt. I smiled as the petite slave girl scampered past me to mount the busty slut's face. Greta grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. My body shuddered as I watched them, euphoria spilling through me.

  I was so glad a miracle happened.

  Chapter Forty-Two: Inspiration's Freedom

  Aingeal

  “We need to give you a proxy with big tits so you can do this, princess,” I purred as I wrapped my big breasts around Sven's pussy-soaked cock. He lay on his back again, a huge grin on his face as he savored the delight of my boobs engulfing his dick.

  “Yes, I need that proxy,” Ava groaned.

  “Enjoy,” Kora said and rolled off the bed. She made her way towards the aoi si.

  “Aingeal,” Sven moaned as I pumped my tits up and down my husband's cock. Ava's pussy juices lubed his shaft. It slid easily between them.

  “That looks like so much fun,” Ava said, such envy in her voice. “I really do need to make a proxy with big tits.”

  “Yes,” Sven agreed, his hand stroking my head, playing with my pink hair.

  I squeezed my tits hard about his dick, working them up and down. It made my pussy tingle to give him pleasure. My wings fluttered as I stared up his body. We'd come so close to death, but we survived. And that was such a beautiful thing. I wanted to revel in that fact with my family.

  “Now, when his cock emerges from your tits,” I said, lowering my head and watching the crown of his dick emerge from between my pillowy tits, “you can do naughty things. Like this.”

  I licked the tip, tasting Ava's fresh pussy juices mixed with his salty precum. Sven groaned and Ava shuddered, leaning in close. Her strawberry-blonde locks brushed my breasts as she leaned in and took a lick.

  “Or suck it,” I added.

  She did.

  Sven groaned.

  I shuddered, working my tits as the princess loved his cock every time it emerged. She gave him brief sucks and fluttering licks that made him groan. His shaft twitched and throbbed between my pillowy tits.

  I loved it. I stared up his body, his blue eyes smoldering with pleasure. It gave me such joy to play with him. I was so glad Kora tricked me into becoming hi
s wife. It was so fulfilling. I never knew such joy before.

  “Gods, that's amazing,” he groaned. “Ava... your lips... Pater's cock, that's great.”

  “Mmm, Biaute's perfect tits,” Ava moaned. “It's so hot watching your cock emerge from these beautiful boobs.”

  “They are divine,” I said with a grin.

  “Yes!” Sven groaned, his face twisting with pleasure, his blond hair spilling about his hungry features. “I'm going to shower you both in cum.”

  “Ooh, do that,” I gasped, pumping my tits as hard as I could.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Ava moaned, flicking her tongue again.

  Sven let out a low groan. Then his dick pulsed between my tits. He erupted. His hot cum fired out of his cock. It spurted out in a mighty fountain of salty cum. It splattered against Ava's face. She jolted up, letting the next blast splash my features.

  I shuddered, the salty delight spilling over my face. Ava pressed her cheek against mine, the two of us reveling in the cum drenching our faces. The salty treat landed in my mouth and melted on my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy growing so hot and wet.

  “Oh, Gods, that's delicious, Sven,” I moaned.

  “Las's cum!” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. “I need your cock in me, my husband! I need to ride that dick!”

  “Do it!” Ava moaned as Sven grunted, his dick spurting a final time between my tits. “Fuck him so hard!”

  ~ * ~

  Ealaín

  “You're just watching,” Kora said to me as she sauntered from the bed.

  I nodded my head, Ava leaning over and observing Aingeal performing a titty fuck on Sven's dick. How would Sven react to the ultimatum my mother gave? Would he truly keep his word, or would he find a way to weasel out of it and condemn Kora to death.

  Hopefully, he had a high enough regard for his sister's life—and the lives of Aingeal, Zanyia, and Nathalie—that he wouldn't renege on his deal with Rithi. I was close to freeing Kora from him so she could create art in my mother's name. She deserved better than the life her brother gave her.

  She only needed perspective. Once separated from her brother and away from the temptation he provided, she'd see things clearer. She'd use the pain of losing him to create works of such breathtaking meaning.

  I couldn't wait to witness them.

  “You should join us,” Kora said, taking my hand.

  “It's your family,” I said.

  “But you're my muse.” A smile played on her lips, her blonde hair shifting about her features. “You're a part of my family, too. This is where you belong.” She glanced over her shoulder. “There, among all of this creativity.” Kora touched the amulet about her neck.

  That had to be destroyed.

  “You're my muse, so you have to be inspired, too,” Kora purred, her ivory fingers sliding down my dark skin to my shaved pubic mound. I shuddered when she found my clit. “Huh, don't you just feel that inspiration surging through you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, my clit throbbing. I couldn't fight it. I let it sprout into a dick. It swelled between her fingers. She grasped it, stroking my expanding shaft.

  “Mmm, that's it,” she groaned and fell to her knees before me. She stared up at me as her lips nuzzled at the tip of my dick. “Just watch all that inspiration on the bed while I create something beautiful.”

  “So beautiful,” I panted as her mouth engulfed my girl-dick.

  My pussy clenched as she sucked. Her mouth felt incredible about my dick. Her tongue danced around it, stirring it up, making my eyes flutter. I shuddered, my big tits swaying. The tips of my short hair brushed my shoulders as she bobbed her mouth.

  She created something so beautiful. Her tongue danced around me as I watched Sven enjoy his titty fuck. He didn't need his step-sister. Not when he had Aingeal and Ava to keep him company. He didn't need so many women. He had to see that. He had to let his sister go so she could create such majesty.

  “Rithi's inspiring beauty,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching harder. Her suction reached into my cunt's hot depths, touching my ovaries. “Oh, Kora, yes!”

  She sucked and slurped, her blue eyes shining up at me. Her blonde hair danced about her youthful features as she loved me. Her right hand stroked the base of my cock, fisting it hard, while her left found the wet folds of my twat. She stroked my pussy lips, her tongue dancing about the crown of my dick.

  Pleasure fluttered through me. Such wondrous delight billowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips shifting from side to side as she pleasured me. Her wet mouth slid up and down my cock. She took more and more of it. My cock brushed the back of her throat.

  My eyes bulged. “Henta's amazing prowess!” I gasped, crying out to my other divine mother, the hermaphroditic Goddess of the Hunt. “So good!”

  Kora deep-throated my dick.

  “Oh, yes, Kora! Embrace the inspiration of my cock.”

  My shaft slid down her gullet. The tight sheath massaged it. I shuddered, my cunt clenching hard, her fingers still rubbing up and down my folds. Her right hand released my shaft so she could swallow every inch of it.

  She pressed her lips into the wet folds of my cunt. She swallowed and moaned, caressing my cock, stimulating it. Such delight shot up my shaft. I whimpered, my tits swaying as she pleasured me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter.

  It was incredible. Kora inspired me.

  “Rithi, yes!” I gasped, my eyes fluttering. “Oh, Kora, you wondrous artist! I... I... Yes!”

  My cum fired down her throat. The pleasure surged through me. Rapture pulsed out of my girl-dick. My pussy spasmed, juices flooding out around her stroking fingers. Ecstasy wreathed my mind as she moaned about my cock.

  Her blue eyes smoldered as she stared up at me. She was incredible. Amazing. I sucked in a deep breath, the pleasure surging through my body. I would protect her. I would set her free from her step-brother so she could create such beautiful art.

  She would change the world with her creations.

  “Oh, sweet Kora,” I whimpered, my voice throaty, my tits heaving as my body shook. “You are all the inspiration I need.”

  ~ * ~

  Sven Falk

  Aingeal slammed her pussy down on my cock while Ava snuggled up to me. I groaned, my eyes flicking past the faerie pumping her cunt up and down my dick to my step-sister. She pulled her mouth off of Ealaín's dick on the other side of the room. Kora said something, and Ealaín nodded her head. My sister turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to the hermaphrodite.

  “Yes!” Kora gasped as Ealaín buried that ebony girl-dick into my sister's cunt. “Ooh, fuck me! Let's create art.”

  Ava squirmed against me. Aingeal moaned as she rode me. Zanyia and Nathalie writhed with Greta only a foot away. I reached out, stroking my lamia slave's rump, her tail caressing my forearm. I wanted Kora here with us.

  But...

  She belonged with Ealaín. Making art in safety. I couldn't continue being selfish and take her away from her dream. She had always wanted to make art, to serve Rithi with her creations. I wrenched my gaze away from my sister and stared at Aingeal then at Ava. I groped Zanyia's rump. Nathalie squealed in delight.

  Pain squeezed my heart. I ignored it and kissed Ava.

  ~ * ~

  Zizthithana – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  I dismounted from my horse, hating to be in a fully-human appearance. But we traveled through Zeutch. The sight of a naga would have soldiers hunting my party. I fought the urge to sigh in relief, my thighs throbbing and aching.

  “What?” I asked Shilia, my lamia slave. She crouched in a field. She had ranged ahead, scouting for us. I traveled in a small party. Besides my slave, only Gor, a brutal ogre I kept cloaked in shadows, and his handler, Antrevia, accompanied me.

  “I found him, dread Istandar,” Shilia called, her gray-black ears twitching.

  Before I could march to her, the ogre rumbled, “Travelers.” The deep baritone of his voice rattled my bones
. “Play?”

  I looked up the road and spotted a wagon being driven by two oxen, a man and a woman sitting on the seat. They had the look of farmers, the back of the wagon loaded with lumpy, burlap sacks. My mind considered it for a moment.

  “Enjoy.”

  The invisible hulk rumbled in delight. I let the shadows melt from him, exposing his greasy, yellow bulk. He charged down the road, his handler galloping after his sport. Ogres loved to violate any living creature they could with their cocks. Male or female, they didn't care. Las's cum had birthed something foul with their race.

  I left him to his lusts and Antrevia to her enjoyment watching his brutal passions. I crossed the fields. Screams rose behind me. I marched with imperious strides to my lamia. She fell into a low crouch before two bloated bodies. Flies crawled on them. Animals had feasted on both, chewing away flesh from the face.

  But I still recognized Keythivak and his lamia.

  Irritation swelled through me. I glared down at my failed servant. If he had performed his task, I wouldn't have had to abandon my comforts and risk my own safety out here. A woman screamed in the background, Gor rumbling his pleasure.

  I looked to the west, the trail continuing onward. I would find the amulet and the thieves. When I did, I would unleash Gor upon them. I would take such delight watching the ogre rut with their bodies.

  Chapter Forty-Three: Princess's Naughty Lesson

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

  I stared with loathing at the shelves of leather-bound tomes and tightly wrapped scrolls stacked before me. The receptacles of lore contained within the University of Az's library. The air smelled of musty sheepskin and dry dust. My eyes hurt and my brain throbbed.

  After a week of research, we still hadn't found the key to destroy the amulet around Kora's neck. We needed something powerful to destroy an artifact brimming with a soul. I had read so many books. I never studied this hard when I was a student here. I looked to the next book, not wanting to grab it. Not wanting to read another book.

  I was a princess!

  A surge of petulance rippled through me. I shook my head, my strawberry-blonde hair dancing about my shoulders. I clenched my fists and relaxed them. I just had to grab it. Just reach out and take it and then bury my face in another musty tome.