Rogue's Wicked Harem

by Reed James

  A preview of our futures once the amulet was destroyed and Prince Meinard slain.

  “So, you found it?” Ava asked, her eyes flicking to the cleavage of my pink robe. I felt the amulet weighing at my neck, the ruby holding the Biomancer's soul pressing against the inner slopes of my breasts.

  “We think so,” Ealaín said, turning a book towards Sven and Ava.

  “Maybe you haven't,” Sven said, his voice... neutral. His eyebrows furrowed. Something almost like disappointment flashed across his face.

  I frowned. I couldn't have seen that. He wanted to destroy the amulet, too.

  The princess broke away from him and leaned over the table. Her strawberry-blonde hair fell about her regal face, her small tits jiggling in her low-cut bodice. Sven came up behind her, peering over her shoulder.

  “Um...” Ava looked up. “What am I supposed to be reading on here? This page is dense.”

  “I know, they write so small,” Zanyia said, her eyes peering over the table, her ears twitching. “How do they do it? It makes my wrist cramp just thinking about making all those squiggles.”

  “Letters,” I muttered and then pointed at a paragraph in the middle of the left page. “The Altar of Souls.”

  “What's that?” Sven asked.

  “It was Krab's forge,” Ava said. “Where he fashioned such great artifacts, including the High King's shattered sword. But he hid the Altar of Souls so none could ever find it and use it. He would visit it in secret to do his workings. That's not much help.”

  “But it could do it?” Sven asked, something like hope blossoming in his tone. He was excited to destroy it. “I mean, even if we have to search for a while, it's something.”

  Ealaín shot my brother a studious look. He returned it, his eyebrows arching. Ealaín shook her head and looked down.

  My eyebrows furrowed. Those two really needed to get along. Ealaín was my muse, and Sven... Sven was my lover. My step-brother. My man. I would have to do something about that.

  “Ah, but read the next paragraph,” I said, my mind working on a plan to encourage their relationship while explaining what I'd found. “The author thinks the Altar of Souls is found in Zeutch somewhere.”

  “Because of me,” Ava said, something like awe in her voice.

  “What?” Sven asked.

  “How could you be a part of the altar, Princess?” Zanyia asked, her chin resting on the table edge, her eyes bright and wide.

  “Because most of the imbuer bloodlines are found in Zeutch,” Ava said as her eyes moved back and forth, her finger sliding down the page as she read. “My mother and step-father united two lines when they married.”

  “It implies that the God Krab has spent the most time here,” I explained. “He isn't one for dalliances with mortals, but the few he's taken as lovers appear to be Zeutchian. Why else would that be unless he had a reason for visiting this part of the world? Gods do not do things without reason.”

  “Okay,” Sven said, his voice growing tight. “Zeutch is the largest nation in the world.”

  “The naga rule a large territory over the mountains,” Zanyia said.

  Sven shot her a look.

  “Sorry, Master.”

  “But, still,” he continued, “does this book give us any idea where to search? Is it near the Lakes? In the depths of the Forest of Lhes? In the peaks of the Despeir Mountains? Along the Royton? The Bertu Marshes? Near the Federation's lands? Is it by the border with the Kingdom of Allain? Or Thlin?”

  “It does not specify,” I said. “But it's a start. We've narrowed down to the one place with the power to destroy magical artifacts, and it's right here in the Strifelands. We just have to find more information.”

  “How?”

  “There is a temple to Krab in Az,” Ealaín said. “We simply consult with the priests and discover what they know. Perhaps the location is not so hidden. We do have an advantage. Princess Ava possesses their God's divine blood in her. That gives her a spiritual authority and, when combined with the temporal authority granted by her royal status, we may convince them to share what they know. Perhaps it is a secret they guard, or they have legends that can narrow down our search so we can free Kora from her burden.”

  Sven shifted. “Fine.”

  “Good,” I said. I really, really needed to bring them together. Tonight. “We'll go to the temple in the morning.”

  Chapter Forty-Five: Kora's Menage Seduction

  Sven Falk

  Discovering about the Altar of Souls sent my emotions tumbling. To have something tangible we could search for meant we were closer to destroying the amulet. I was closer to losing my sister. And yet... if no one knew where it was, we could spend months, even years searching for it. I could savor my time with her, revel in her presence.

  I shouldn't be so selfish. I had Ava, Aingeal, Zanyia, and Nathalie. Even Greta was worming her way into my heart with her naughty, busty affection. But I wanted my sister to be with us, too. To share her passion and enrich our lives.

  But I also couldn't deny the world her gift. I couldn't deny her the happiness of creating her art. Ealaín and her divine mother Rithi were right; I could never stay in one place. While this last week was wonderful and allowed me to spend time with my harem in one place, I itched to move on. To do something exciting. I had thrown myself into danger over and over during the last year and...

  It was such a rush. Different from sex, but as exhilarating.

  I couldn't drag Kora around the world. I shouldn't even do that to the others. They deserved stability. Support. Things I couldn't give them.

  Kora slipped up beside me as we headed back to our boarding house, leaving the University of Az, and its collection of colleges, behind. An owl hooted, mixing with the music drifting through the air from the Bardic College. The school trained musicians of such skill they could use their song to manipulate emotions. What they played tonight was such a stirring song, but it didn't lift my heart.

  “You're not.. happy, brother mine.”

  I glanced down at her. “Of course I am. We found how we can destroy the amulet.”

  “I know,” Kora said. “We're one step closer to dealing with the amulet. We can get revenge on Prince Meinard. We have the advantage now, brother mine. The war is about to turn on him. Rumors already buzz through Az that his offensive to the west against the Princedoms of Anaopeth and Quvin have had a devastating setback.”

  “Yeah,” I said, putting on my smile.

  “He'll be distracted. We can exploit it and avenge our parents and Katriana.” Her blue eyes burned as she spoke. “Then we can settle down and live!”

  “We will,” I said, faking the happiness. “Assuming we can ever find the Altar of Souls and destroy the amulet, sister dear.”

  “That's what has you in a bad mood?”

  “Just that,” I said.

  “Not Ealaín.”

  I gave her a look. “Well... I don't think she approves of me.”

  “And?”

  “And that's it. We just don't get along.”

  “You should, brother mine.” Kora gave a firm nod of her head. “I really insist. She's my muse. I won't tolerate it any longer.”

  She turned and snagged Ealaín, pulling the armored aoi si close to her. The ebony-skinned demigoddess flashed her citrine eyes on me, a warning look. I couldn't act like I was slowing us down or Rithi would think I was trying to stall my payment. I could only treasure my time with Kora as long as it took to destroy the amulet, and that was coming closer and closer. I couldn't delay it. Stop it.

  “I want you two to get along,” Kora said. “We're going to have sex.”

  “We have sex every night,” Ealaín said.

  “No, my family has sex, and you jerk off while you watch.” Kora gave her a fixed look. “Not tonight. I want you joining the fun. All on your own. I want you playing with my brother. You two need to get along. I love you both.”

  Ealaín swallowed. “You love me?”

  Kora no
dded her head with a firmness. She glanced from me to the aoi si, her blue eyes hard. “Yes, I love you both.”

  “Do you love me, Mistress?” Zanyia asked. She sauntered ahead of us, walking upright, naked as always. Her tail flicked back and forth as she peered at us over her shoulder.

  “Of course I love you. You're my favorite lamia slave. There's not one lamia better than you.”

  Zanyia purred in delight, her tail swishing faster.

  “And what about me?” Ava asked, a pout to her lips.

  “Of course I love you,” Kora declared. “You make my brother so happy. I remember the first time he told me about you.”

  I smiled, remembering that night I told both my sisters about the princess I'd just fingered.

  “He'd never felt a pussy as sweet as yours quivering beneath his fingers,” Kora said. “He loved the way your blue eyes melted as he made you cum. He'd never seen such delight in a woman's eyes. He never talked about his conquests with such enthusiasm.”

  “Her eyes shone like Lake Azure on a cloudy night,” I said, remembering that day, too, our dead, younger sister sitting in Kora's lap, her eyes so wide. “This brilliance that I wanted to drown in while your juices bathed my hand.”

  “Sven,” Ava said, her voice so tight with emotion. Her shoulders shook. “Thank you.”

  “So I'm going to fuck the feyhound,” Kora said, “and suck my brother's cock.”

  “Ooh, yes,” Ava moaned.

  “You really like getting fucked by that wooden dick, don't you, sister dear?” I asked, excitement beating in my heart.

  “It's so naughty,” she groaned. “I tried so hard to resist how wicked it was, but now... It's my third favorite cock. After yours and Ealaín's, of course.”

  I didn't have to fake my smile this time. True joy filled me up. My cock ached and throbbed.

  We reached our boarding house, Greta and Nathalie waiting for us, both naked and flushed, their lips smeared with pussy cream. They had seasoned the air with their musk, a wondrous scent that only spiced the coming fun. They left the window open, an owl's hoot drifting inside.

  Clothes, and armor, came off. My dick throbbed hard as Kora knelt naked on the bed, her twin braids of blonde hair dangling, her round breasts quivering. Ava lay down beside her, arms folded on her naked belly, and fell into her trance.

  Scáthnamhaid rose from the corner, wicker body shifting. It was Ava's new proxy now. Aingeal didn't seem to mind, especially not when Ava fucked her in that form. My dick throbbed as the sleek beast—as Ava—made of woven branches hopped onto the bed, her wooden dick thrusting out beneath its body. She mounted my sister and rammed into her cunt.

  “Yes!” Kora gasped. “Oh, Ava, fuck me so hard.”

  “So hard,” Ava growled through the feyhound's mouth, distorting her words. But they still sounded feminine.

  I moved before my sister, shaking my cock at her face. She licked her lips, taboo passion burning in her blue eyes. Then she leaned forward and engulfed my dick in her hungry mouth. Her lips slid down it, caressing my cock, making me shudder. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure coursed down my shaft.

  “Gods, I love it when you do that, sister dear,” I moaned.

  “Ooh, her pussy got so tight on my cock,” Ava moaned, her feyhound proxy fucking my sister's cunt harder.

  Kora moaned so loudly about my dick, her blue eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure swirled around my shaft. Her lips sealed tight. As she rocked into Ava's hard thrusts, her mouth worked up and down my cock. I didn't have to move. I just had to kneel here and enjoy it.

  Zanyia, Greta, and Nathalie fell into a daisy chain of pussy licking, moaning and gasping while Ealaín rubbed at her pussy, her citrine eyes watching with such hunger. She still held back, an outsider watching the fun.

  Kora wanted her to join, though. So I smiled at Ealaín and gave her a roguish wink. I gripped my sister's braids, holding them like handles, and then thrust my cock forward. Kora moaned about my cock as it hammered against the back of her throat.

  “Ooh, yes, fuck her mouth, Sven,” Ava moaned. “While I fuck her juicy pussy. Ooh, yes, yes, she feels so hot around my cock.”

  “I bet,” I growled, knowing the delight of my sister's cunt. “She's sucking so hard on my cock.”

  “She wants your cum,” Ealaín moaned, rubbing at her clit.

  “So badly!” whimpered Ava, her wicker body creaking and groaning as she plowed my sister's cunt.

  My balls tightened as the pleasure surged through my body. I thrust harder, my cock reaching the back of Kora's throat. I didn't stop this time. I plunged down her gullet. My sister swallowed me with skill. She took every inch of my cock with such ease.

  My nuts smacked into her chin. I groaned, loving the thudding impact while my sister's throat constricted about my shaft. She massaged my cock as I drew it back, the crown popping into the warm depths of her mouth. Her tongue caressed it, shooting pleasure down to my balls, before I thrust into her again.

  “Ooh, I'm going to flood your cunt with so much cum, Kora,” Ava moaned through her proxy. Beside us, her real body twitched, her strawberry-blonde bush soaked with my cum and her pussy juices. A smile played on her real lips.

  “Do it!” I groaned. “I love cumming in my sister's pussy. It's such a treat.”

  Kora moaned about my cock slamming down her gullet.

  “And she loves having her snatch flooded with jizz,” I added.

  “Yes, she does,” Ealaín moaned from the sidelines.

  I gave her another inviting look, admiring the large, pillowy swell of her ebony tits. I fucked Kora hard, my hands gripping her braids, loving the silky, woven feel against my hands. I licked my lips and arched my eyebrows at Ealaín.

  She shuddered, her tits swaying.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Ava moaned through the feyhound. “Oh, Kora, yes, I'm going to cum so hard in you. It's so wild having a cock.”

  “I bet,” I grunted, my balls tightening. “Gods, let's flood her together. Let's fill her holes with our cum.”

  Kora practically screamed out with excitement about my cock.

  My balls tensed. Kora's sucking mouth and tight throat stimulated me. I slammed faster and faster into her, rocking her between me and the feyhound draped over her back. Wicker creaked and groaned as Ava fucked my step-sister just as hard, gasping and moaning, savoring Kora's cunt.

  I stared into the feyhound's eyes, the acorns somehow expressing the same emotions I saw in Ava's eyes. I felt our connection and knew my princess's cock was about to erupt in my sister's pussy. I shuddered, burying to the hilt in my sister's mouth.

  And came.

  “Pater's mighty cock!” I howled.

  “Krab's wonderful creations!” moaned Ava, her wicker body trembling. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, Kora! Your pussy!”

  Kora moaned about my cock spurting into her hungry mouth. Her blue eyes sparkled. I knew what that meant: she was cumming. Ava trembled, her real body twitching by us as her orgasm pumped feyhound cum into my sister's pussy.

  My balls emptied. The pleasure slammed through my mind. Waves of dizziness washed through my body. I drew in a deep breath, shaking my head. My heart screamed in utter delight as the final spurt of cum fired into my sister's mouth.

  “Rithi's inspiring art!” Ealaín groaned and then moved to the bed.

  ~ * ~

  Ealaín

  “Ava, fuck me now!” I moaned, my pussy on fire. Kora wanted this. She had set up the tableau. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't want this, but... My pussy craved it. “Fuck my ass while I ride Sven's cock!”

  Sven pulled his dick out of his sister's mouth, grinning at me. I could see it in his eyes. He thought he could inspire me to turn against my mother's divine will. That if he could seduce me into his harem, I would intercede to keep his step-sister with him.

  I would never do that. Kora deserved to make her art in peace. She would enrich the world with her passion.

  “Get on your back and let me ride that cock
,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. I kept my clit under control. I didn't need my own dick at the moment. “I want to feel that dick in me.”

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck my brother,” Kora moaned. “Ooh, and Ava, just slam into Ealaín so hard.”

  “I will,” Ava said, dismounting off Kora.

  Kora stretched and then gasped as Greta broke away from the daisy chain and went for cum-filled pussy. The busty girl savored drinking her mistress's feyhound-cum out of women's pussies. Greta's golden hair spilled about Kora's tattooed thighs as she feasted. Kora shuddered, her breasts quivering, making the tattoo on the left come alive.

  Sven just grinned at me, his dick wet with Kora's saliva. “Hop on and go for a ride.”

  “Mmm, I'll fuck you so hard I'll make your cock melt.”

  “I'm looking forward to it,” he said as I straddled him, my midnight-black flesh contrasting with his fleshy beige. I rubbed my hands on his chest as he held his cock upright, a spear upon which to impale my cunt.

  I slammed down him.

  My back arched and my tits shook as I took him to the hilt. His dick filled me utterly. My breasts quivered. His hands went to them, grabbing and kneading them. I shuddered, leaning over him, working my cunt up and down his dick.

  He had a majestic cock. It had such a thickness to it, a length that reached deep inside of me. His fingers squeezed my nipples, making them ache and throb. I stared into his blue eyes and witnessed utter passion.

  I blinked, shaking my head. A woman could drown in those eyes.

  Six already had. The five others in this room and Aingeal out having her fun in the city.

  “Just work that cunt up and down my cock,” Sven groaned.

  “Mmm, yes,” I purred, savoring the friction of working my pussy up and down his dick. Pleasure rippled through me.

  Then Ava's wicker body leaped on my back. I shuddered at the feel of her feyhound proxy gripping me with her woven forelegs. Then her thick cock nudged between the cheeks of my ass, wet with Kora's pussy juices. The perfect lube.

  I groaned as the princess stabbed her wooden cock into me. The thick, hard shaft delved deep into my rectum, a fiery plunge that made my cunt clamp down hard on Sven's cock. His eyes widened. He let out a deep groan of delight as I shuddered atop him.