by A. J. Markam
“Yes… it feels so good… SO good…” the nymph moaned.
“Then we’ll speed up a little.”
I began rocking a tiny bit faster, feeling her ass gripping me firmly.
Alaria began going deeper, her tailing sliding in and out more rapidly.
“Unh… unh… unh… unh…” the princess grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head once again. “Oh fuck… I’m coming… but it feels different… oh fuck…”
I could feel what she was talking about. Her ass, already tight, began clenching around my cock in waves. Tight then slack… tight then slack…
“Don’t stop, Ian,” Alaria instructed me. “If anything, go a little faster.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” the princess moaned, and began thrashing her head back and forth. “Oh fuck, it’s not stopping… I’m still coming… oh gods, it’s getting… it’s getting bigger… oh FUCK…”
I could feel Alaria’s tail moving faster, pressing more insistently against my cock.
“Fuck her harder, Ian,” Alaria said.
I began moving fast enough that my thighs began slapping against the nymph’s tight little ass.
I could hear the wet sound of Alaria’s tail going in and out of the nymph’s pussy, too.
The princess began straining, her body tense and rigid as she cried out.
“OH FUCK… I can’t stop coming… higher… and higher… oh FUCK…”
I stopped squeezing her tits and put one hand over her flat, soft belly. Beneath my palm I could feel her abs jumping and fluttering.
Fuuuuuck. This girl wasn’t just multi-orgasmic, she was having them one after the other without stopping.
“Fuck her harder, Ian!” Alaria shouted.
Both our bodies began smacking hard against the nymph – mine against her ass, Alaria’s against her crotch. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the room, though it was almost drowned out by the princess’s screams.
“UNH – OH FUCK – UNH – OH – OH – OH – ”
“HARD AS YOU CAN, IAN!” Alaria cried out joyfully.
I went at it as hard as I could, pounding her ass for all I was worth.
The nymph shrieked and her entire body went stiff as a board.
Between her legs, I felt a trickle of hot wetness as she squirted and it trickled down my thighs.
“UUUUNNNNNNHHHH!” the nymph screamed.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come – ” I grunted.
“Pull out!” Alaria shouted at me. “Pull out!”
What?
Seriously?
But I pulled out of the nymph’s ass.
Alaria looked at me with a savage grin. “Come on her face.”
Oh FUCK.
I looked down at the nymph, wondering if I should –
In the haze of her orgasmic fury, the princess still had enough presence of mind to open her mouth and stick out her tongue like she was inviting me in.
Fuck it, then.
I stood up on my knees and began to jerk off.
“Straddle her body,” Alaria said as she backed off, giving me room – though she kept on pounding the princess with her doubled-over tail.
I straddled the princess’s stomach and began to jerk my cock again –
But the princess reached up and did it for me.
She grabbed my shaft in her hand and began pumping it furiously, giving me the fastest, wettest, most savage hand job of my life.
All while she was in the throes of coming.
“UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – ”
The handjob was good, but it was her screams that send me over the edge.
“OH FUCK!” I roared as I began to come.
Jets of white exploded out of my tip –
And the princess lifted her head, her mouth open wide, trying to catch them all.
White cum splashed on her nose and chin, but she managed to get at least some of it in her mouth.
I groaned and collapsed forward onto my hands, at which point her lips latched onto my cock and took the rest of my dribbling spurts in her mouth.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck…” I panted as the princess’s soft lips sucked every last drop from me.
“Good… good…” Alaria sighed behind me, and I felt her slow down her thrusts until she gradually eased her way out of the princess’s body.
Then we all collapsed, me on the upper side of the nymph, Alaria on the lower.
The princess wiped away the stray drops of cum on her face, then put her fingers to her lips and licked them like they were coated with honey.
I sucked on her still-hard nipples and gently caressed her belly, feeling the contractions beneath her skin lessen in intensity and slowly die away.
And Alaria kissed the nymph’s pussy, gently and sensually, softly brushing her lips against the nymph’s lower ones.
When the nymph had finally stopped coming, and her contractions had ebbed away to nothing, we crawled up next to each other and slowly kissed in a three-way make-out session.
“Did you enjoy getting fucked hard?” Alaria whispered.
“Yes, mistress,” the nymph sighed as she kissed my succubus. “Can we do it again?”
Alaria laughed. “Alright.”
The nymph princess hesitated, then asked, “…but could you do it harder this time? Rougher, I mean? Maybe you could choke me… and maybe he could come in my ass this time?”
WHOA.
Alaria’s eyebrows raised up, and she looked over at me with a surprised grin. “This is a girl after my own heart. You up for it?”
“Sure,” I said.
One harder fuck, coming right up.
40
After it was all over, Alaria and I got up to get dressed. The princess lay on the bed, a stoned smile on her face. Her braids were completely undone now, and her black hair drifted lazily around her face.
“Wow,” she kept murmuring with an occasional giggle. “Just… wow.”
I looked over at her lying on the bed. I wouldn’t have minded me and Alaria sticking around another couple of days, but I did have a war to start, after all.
“We need to get out of the city,” I said. “Is there a back door?”
“Why yes, there is,” the princess said coquettishly as she turned over on her stomach and presented her ass to us.
“Not that kind of back door.”
“I’ll go in that back door,” Alaria said with a grin.
“You already did,” I pointed out.
Which was true. During Rough Sex Phase 2, Alaria had basically violated the princess every way possible, in every possible hole. And the nymph had loved it.
“Well, I’ll do it again, then,” Alaria said.
“Please do,” the princess giggled as she wiggled her ass in the air.
“Is there a back door to the city?” I asked, rephrasing my question.
The princess sighed and turned over onto her back, her breasts jiggling on her chest. “I thought you wanted to start a war. Why would you go out the back door if you want to start a war?”
“Yeah, Ian, why would we use the back door when the front door’s just as nice?” Alaria asked suggestively.
“If her mother catches us, she’s going to throw us in the dungeon. So I don’t care which door we go through as long as we don’t get caught.”
“One of you could go in one door, and one could go in the other,” the princess giggled again, spreading her legs to give us both a wonderful view.
“Yeah, we already did that, too,” I reminded her. “Multiple times.”
“I know,” the princess sighed contentedly. “We should do it again.”
“Later. First we have to – ”
BOOM!
The door slammed open, and I about crapped my pants. (If that were actually possible in OtherWorld.)
Female guards streamed into the room, their bronze spears at the ready.
The princess went back to being a spoiled brat and stood up on her knees. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY
OFF THIS FLOOR ON PAIN OF DEATH! GO PRESENT YOURSELF TO THE EXECUTIONER AND – ”
Just then a different nymph walked through the door, one not in a bronze bra and chainmail loincloth. She wore a flowing black gown and a golden headpiece. While her face was beautiful, her expression was cold and imperious.
I immediately recognized her from the murals adorning the castle’s interior walls.
Oh shit…
“Oh,” the princess said, suddenly chastened. “Hello, mother.”
“What in Bibiroth’s name are you doing?!” the queen yelled.
“Fucking,” Alaria said cheerfully.
The queen’s nostrils flared, and she looked at Alaria like she was about to yell Off with her head!
“Probably not the best time to be so blunt,” I whispered.
“Well, it’s true,” Alaria said indignantly.
“And it was a-MAZING!” the princess cried out happily. “I came, like, a hundred times!”
All the guards shifted their attention to the princess, and a few bronze spears dipped a bit.
“…what?” one of them asked in shock.
“No,” another guard said in a You’re KIDDING kind of voice.
“Really!” the princess insisted. “I stopped counting after number 60!”
Now all the bronze spears were dipping.
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINDS?!” the queen shrieked, and pointed at me and Alaria. “THEY ARE INTRUDERS! SEIZE THEM!”
But there were more pressing matters for the guards.
“You had 60 orgasms?!” one of the guards whimpered, her hands trembling.
“More!” the princess beamed. “In fact, the first time we did it – ”
“You did it more than once?!” one of the guards asked in a choked voice.
“Oh, we did it a LOT,” the princess said, like Ohhhhhh yeah. “The first time, I actually came for, like, ten minutes straight.”
A couple of bronze spears hit the floor with a clang.
The guards looked like people dying of thirst who had just heard the ftzzzt of somebody opening a can of Coke.
“DON’T LISTEN TO MY DAUGHTER!” the queen screamed. “She is clouding your minds with lies!”
“No I’m not!” the princess yelled indignantly, then turned back to the guards like she was gossiping. “And guess what?”
“W-what?” one of the guards asked in a tremulous voice.
The princess pointed right at me. “He has a PENIS!”
The entire room gasped. Even the queen seemed a little shaken by the news.
I guess dongs really were of mythical import around here. Virtually every guard became a meat inspector and started checking out my crotch.
“Not only that,” the princess proclaimed, “we did – ”
She paused, then gleefully mouthed, Anal!
“AAAH!” the queen shrieked, and slapped the back of her hand to her forehead like Blanche DuBois in a bad community production of A Streetcar Named Desire.
More moans from the guards. A few started trying to surreptitiously masturbate with their spears, rubbing the smooth copper shafts up under their loincloths.
This was absolutely the weirdest capture scenario I’d ever been part of.
“Seize them!” the queen shrieked. “They defiled my daughter!”
“And it was soooooooo goooood,” the princess moaned. “He went in the back door, and she went in the front!”
“How did she go in the front?” one of the guards moaned.
“She didn’t just lick you?” another guard called out, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
“Show her, Alaria!” the princess commanded.
Alaria, always one to oblige, whipped her tail up through her thighs, doubled it over, and began stroking it lasciviously.
It was sort of like a big red dong had just appeared out of nowhere.
This time the guards actually did lose their minds. Bronze spears hit the floor by the dozens, and the women stopped any pretense that they were turned on. Lots of fingers disappeared up under chainmail loincloths and began rubbing furiously.
“Imagine THAT in your pussy, and a penis in your ass!” the princess crowed. “THAT’S how I came for ten minutes straight!”
“You are grounded for LIFE, young lady!” the queen roared.
The princess flapped her hand through the water like Whatever. “You said you wanted to find a mate for me!”
“A mate with an army!” the queen shouted. “You can’t just marry him because he has a – a – ”
The princess leaned over the bed, her naked breasts swinging from her chest, and leered naughtily. “Say it, Mother. Say it. I dare you to say it.”
The queen paused, her face contorted in distress – and then she said it.
“A p-penis!” she cried out, and then stumbled as she clutched the crotch of her gown, as though merely saying the word had set off some insatiable lust between her thighs. Two guards had to rush up and catch her before she fell.
“I think we could get some mother-daughter action going,” Alaria whispered to me. “Maybe even some mother-daughter-entire-army kind of action.”
I was beginning to think she was right.
“I want to marry them, mother!” the princess yelled. “I want them both for my mates!”
Both Alaria and I whipped around to look at her.
“…say what?” Alaria asked, dumbfounded.
“You guys can do that?” I asked, equally shocked.
“I’m royalty – I can do anything!” the princess said haughtily, then started beaming again. “I want to fuck them every day!”
By now the guards were almost in a puddle, they were so turned on. They were touching themselves, they were fingering each other, and it only got worse as the princess continued.
“I want to marry them both!” she called out and clasped her hands by her cheek like a Disney princess. You know, if Disney princesses hung out naked in front of everybody and did anal.
“I’ll marry them in a grand wedding,” the princess continued, “and then they’ll fuck me in every hole, over and over, morning, noon, and ni– ”
“I don’t do marriage,” Alaria interrupted.
A deathly silence settled over the room as every eye settled on Alaria.
“What… what did you just say?” the princess asked in complete shock.
“I said, I don’t do marriage,” Alaria said. “Hell, I don’t even do monogamy.”
“Alaria!” I whispered frantically. “Not the time!”
“What?” Alaria snapped. “She’s talking about getting married, and I’m never going to do that, so – ”
“You defiled my daughter and you’re not even going to MARRY her?!” the queen screeched.
“That was NEVER part of the agreement,” Alaria said.
The princess went from looking like somebody had run over her puppy to looking like a Mexican cartel boss out for revenge.
“SEIZE THEM!” the princess screamed, and all the guards started reaching for their dropped spears. “THEY’LL MARRY ME AND FUCK ME WHETHER THEY WANT TO OR NOT!”
Alaria glared at the princess angrily. “No I wo– ”
“New plan,” I said as I grabbed Alaria by the arm, pulled her backwards, and jumped out the window.
41
We swam 20 feet above the ground, between dark stone towers and over one-story homes, as we fled from the castle. It was actually really cool. It reminded me of Wendy, John, and Michael’s midnight flight through London as Peter Pan led them off to Neverland. You can flyyyyyyy!
I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more if we weren’t running for our lives.
Swimming for our lives.
Whatever.
“I couldn’t just keep quiet!” Alaria insisted as we darted between two towers.
“Not the best time!” I shouted.
“The poor girl was obviously besotted with us, Ian! I couldn’t just stand there and give her false hope that we were going to
pleasure her for the rest of her – ”
“I meant now, not then!”
“…oh.”
“But since we’re on the topic, you’re a freakin’ succubus! Can’t you lie a little to keep us out of jail?! Even by omission?!”
“I guess somebody’s goody-goody two-shoes routine has been rubbing off on me,” she shot back.
“Well from now on, trust me, I’m in full support of you lying to save ours skins!”
“But our lives weren’t at stake!”
I glanced over at her angrily. “Just our getting married, right?”
Alaria shuddered visibly. “A fate worse than death…”
Well, at least I knew where she stood on marriage. Though it wasn’t like I couldn’t have guessed on my own.
The one advantage we had was that most of the city guards had apparently been in the castle listening to on the princess’s orgasm-obsessed rant (and probably jilling off at the same time). The streets were mostly empty.
When I looked behind us at the castle, dozens of guards were rushing out the front door, hastily adjusting their bronze loincloths.
I’m sure they hadn’t had time to come, so now we had a bunch of angry, sexually frustrated warriors on our tail.
Great.
However, we had one other advantage, too – which was that all the guards seemed intent on staying earthbound. Even though they could have launched themselves into the air – uh, water – and swum after us, they kept to their feet on the black stone streets.
Maybe it was some sort of social convention. Like, Don’t swim above everyone’s heads, Janey, or everyone will look up your bronze loincloth.
Alaria and I were approaching the city gate. Amazingly, only a couple of guards were standing watch. I guess the rest were out looking for the warlock intent on corrupting their princess.
Too late.
And she hadn’t needed much persuading.
Not to mention that once the princess started her X-rated description of our afternoon delight, all the guards had started rubbing one out.
Except these four nymphs at the main gate.
Of course, they were looking for threats outside the city trying to sneak in…
…not naughty fornicators trying to get out.
Alaria and I dipped down just low enough to pass under the stone archway of the gate.
