Rogue's Passionate Harem

by Reed James

  With a deft undulating of her hips, moving with the grace of a dancer. I gasped into her lips as the heat of her pussy engulfed my dick. That wonderful sheath slid down my cock, enveloping every inch of it with her passion.

  “Rithi's inspiration,” I moaned, breaking the kiss, crying out my mother's name as I slid deep into her pussy.

  “Mmm, yes, yes, I am so inspired to dance,” Kora moaned, rising on me.

  Her round breasts swayed. She squeezed her snatch around me as she rose up my shaft, her back arching, her stomach flexing. She smiled at me, raising her arms over her head as her hips danced. Her pussy stirred about my cock as she pumped up and down my shaft, stimulating me.

  “Gods, yes,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering at the delight she gave me, my pussy clenching, drinking in the hot glide of her cunt.

  “Mmm, just be inspired by my pussy,” whimpered Kora, her blue eyes flashing. She worked her snatch faster and faster up and down my cock, her breasts bouncing, the amulet sparkling between those lush tits. “And fill me with your passion.”

  “Every drop of it!” I gasped, my ovaries growing tight, stimulated by the glide of her cunt.

  She groaned louder, her pussy sliding up and down my girl-dick faster and faster. My hermaphroditic appendage throbbed inside of her. Her flesh sucked at it as she rose up my girth, my cunt clenching so hard. Two hard points, my ovaries, drank in the sensations. My cum grew hotter and hotter, coming to a boil.

  I wanted to spill into her. I wanted to unleash all my cum into her depths. I wanted to give her all my inspiration. Her pussy felt amazing on my clit-dick. I whimpered, my hands clenching. I didn't want to grab her. I wanted to just appreciate the beauty of her lithe body working up and down my dick.

  Her breasts heaved, the ruby adding a splash of color against her pale flesh. Her nipples were so pink and naughty. I loved how she looked, her breasts bouncing and heaving as she worked faster and faster, the amulet swaying between them. She slammed her cunt down my shaft then clenched hard about my girth as she rose up, her pussy sucking at my dick.

  The pressure increased in my ovaries.

  “Gods, yes!” I whimpered.

  “Give me your passion,” moaned Kora. “Oh, Ealaín, unleash all your salty inspiration into me. I need it. I'm so close.”

  Her pussy felt molten about my dick, the heat bleeding down to my cunt. I whimpered, my ovaries tensing. My hands grabbed the sheets. My eyes fluttered as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. She slammed down it, engulfing me in her wonderful silk. Her hips danced, her entire cunt swirling about my shaft.

  “Rithi, yes!” I howled as inspiration exploded through me.

  My cum erupted into her. My girl-jizz pumped out of my ovaries and out my shaft. It fired into her pussy. I spilled my seed into her. I gasped and moaned as I pumped so much passion into her. She stared down at me, her blue eyes glassy.

  Then her pussy went wild about my dick. She moaned out in wordless passion, a song of such gorgeous rapture. Her cunt convulsed about my shaft. She milked my girl-cock. Her spasming flesh sucked at me, pulling more of my jizz from my ovaries.

  “Oh, Gods, Kora,” I moaned. “I love being a part of your family.”

  “Yes!” she whimpered, her face contorting in bliss. I understood: rapture bathed my mind in such euphoria. “You're a part of it, Ealaín! I love you!”

  “Love you, too!” I moaned, my hands finally moving, cupping her breasts, feeling her plump mounds jiggle as she shuddered.

  The amulet brushed my fingers, cold and hard compared to her soft flesh. Once we destroyed that...

  Did I make the right decision?

  Chapter Three: Sex Slave's Joy

  Zanyia

  I crawled onto the bed as Master rolled off of Ava. The princess shuddered, her body flushed, his spunk spilling out of her pussy, the salty cum laced with her fresh flavor. My ears twitched. So many wonderful scents filled the air. My nose detected Kora's tangy pussy, the slightly different flavor of Ealaín's girl-cum, Nathalie's sweet snatch, Greta's tart passion, Aingeal's honey, and my own sweet musk.

  So many wonderful scents.

  Master glanced at me as I crawled over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. I wiggled on him, his wet cock pressing on my belly. His hand rested on my ass then slid up to my tail. He grasped it, not hard, but enough to stroke me.

  It sent a wild surge through me. I fought the urge to whimper. Lamia didn't like our tails to be grabbed, but when stroked... It made my pussy clench.

  “Have you been bad, slave?” he asked, his voice sounding amused.

  “So bad, Master,” I moaned. “I was a wicked slave. I came on the ogre's cock.”

  “You did?”

  I nodded my head, my cunt clenching, remembering the brutal feel of the ogre's huge dick ramming into me. During the fight, I used my pussy to distract him. Ogres were rapacious, fucking anything, not caring about the pain they inflicted. Like me, their race was birthed by the God of Lust's indiscriminate masturbation. Where my race was cute and kittenish, ogres were huge and strong, not caring how much they hurt with their brutish passions. Not caring that they killed.

  They only cared about satisfying their lusts.

  But my slave training taught me to feel pain as pleasure, to crave it. I was often abused by Zizthithana and Warleader Therek, the man she gave me to as a reward. So when I messed up and was grabbed by the ogre, he slammed his dick into me and... I enjoyed it. I enjoyed another man's cock.

  “I need to be punished, Master,” I moaned. “I came so hard on the ogre's dick.”

  He squeezed my rump. “Did you want to fuck him?”

  “No,” I whimpered. “But that doesn't change anything. I loved his dick fucking me. My body drank it in. You have to discipline me, Master.”

  “I don't have a choice?”

  My ears twitched. “Nope.”

  He let out a chuckle and gave my ass another hard squeezing, his strong fingers digging into my flesh. I whimpered, loving it. I squirmed more and more, his dick pressing into my belly. My pussy itched at the ownership in his grip.

  Then his hand lifted.

  CRACK!

  That wonderful, stinging pain shot through me. My pussy drank it in, transmuting that delight into a euphoric rush that surged out of me. My eyes squeezed closed. My tail twitched, brushing his naked chest. A purr rumbled from my throat.

  CRACK!

  I hissed and yowled. The pain burned across my ass and then sank into my cunt. My juices flowered. I wiggled on his lap. My belly rubbed on his dick, making it twitch and throb. I purred louder, loving this.

  CRACK!

  “Yes, yes, punish me,” I moaned. “I was so bad.”

  CRACK!

  “Such a naughty slave,” he growled, my ass blazing hot.

  CRACK!

  Juices flowed out of my cunt, staining his thighs. His every blow reminded me that he owned me. That my pussy belonged to him. His was the only male cock that should make me cum. Only he should fuck me that hard and make me explode.

  CRACK!

  “I have such a naughty pussy!” I whimpered.

  CRACK!

  “Just a hot, slutty cunt!”

  CRACK!

  “I have to be owned by you!”

  CRACK!

  “You are such a naughty slut,” Master growled. “Your hot pussy gets you into trouble.”

  CRACK!

  “So much trouble!” I moaned.

  I loved it. Every blow fell on a different part of my rump, moving around my butt-cheeks. He hit that wonderful spot where the curve of my ass met my thighs. He disciplined me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm swelled hotter and hotter. I whimpered and moaned, my ears twitching.

  It felt so wonderful. The pain only heightened the pleasure brewing inside of me. Each slap carried me one step higher. I neared my rapture. I squirmed more and more on his lap, his dick throbbing against my belly. I was so close to erupting.

  “Your cunt jus
t gets you in so much trouble. Maybe I should discipline it.”

  “Yes!” I moaned. “I have such a wicked cunt.”

  SMACK!

  His hand landed right on my wet pussy, my pubic hair muffling the blow only slightly. My labia and clit throbbed. It surged through me. My cunt clenched as the heat washed through my body. I squirmed on his lap.

  SMACK!

  I whimpered, my snatch growing more and more tense. The pain flared through my naughty cunt. I drank in the agony. My clit screamed out in rapture. My purr rose to a rumbling roar. My ears twitched. My tail swished.

  SMACK!

  I exploded.

  My orgasm spilled through me. I gasped and moaned and shuddered. The pleasure rippled through my body. I bucked on his lap as my juices squirted out of my pussy, bathing his hand in my naughty cream. The ecstasy, driven by pain and rapture, drowned my mind.

  It was amazing. It boiled through my mind. I yowled in such delight, so happy that he punished me. That he took me in hand and owned me. I loved it. I loved being his sex slave. And I felt so loved by being spanked.

  Joy swirled through the rapture.

  “I love you, Master! I love you so much! Thank you!”

  ~ * ~

  Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  My dreams of becoming the ruler of all of Zeutch, uniting the Strifelands once more under a single authority wasn't lost because of the destruction of the Lodestone and the loss of my imbued army of statues. I could still then take on the world and restore the High King's empire. I would wear the crown.

  I just had to give the Paragon, this servant of the dead Biomancer Vebrin, what she craved. An amulet. An amulet in the possession of that young bastard Sven Falk. My step-daughter was with him. He'd lured Ava away from me. Despite the blessing of the corrupt priestess of Luben, twisting her God's Love into its opposite.

  Ava yearned for me, but she still craved that bastard. If only he had died with the rest of his mongrel family.

  But I would have Ava back. She would be my queen, bear my heir, whether she loved me or not. I would have her fear if not her passion. She would submit to me out of terror instead of rapture. So long as she bore me a son, I did not care.

  I opened the door to my armory. It wasn't the typical armory. It wasn't full of arms and armor. It was full of statues of various shapes and designs, each one bonded to my soul. I could slip into one of them, putting on iron or stone and striding on the battlefield with my body held safe. I could be half the world away. Distance didn't matter for the spiritual.

  My daughter had the same ability. Our son would be the union of us both. I imagined the power he would hold. My dick ached, missing my daughter's taboo hole. She wasn't here, but she would soon be.

  “Statues, Your Highness,” said the Colony. The monster's buzzing speech sounded like nails driving through my skin into my brain.

  I turned to face the monster. The Colony was shaped like a large hound that was the size of a small pony, it's form made of grains of rippling sand that could break apart or flow back together. When it spoke, its teeth-filled maw didn't move. The sound issued from its entire body, like every bit of it resonated with its words.

  “You are an... interesting man,” the monster said.

  The Colony was one of the four “creations” of the Biomancer Vebrin the Paragon entrusted to me. Four of the mad, dead warlock's most dangerous monsters. Where other craftsmen worked in stone or wood or metal, Vebrin worked in flesh. With his magic, he reshaped and melded and created new entities. His monstrosities spread across the world, creating problems for all.

  But if his monsters could be my army...

  “Take this statue with you to Az,” I said, stroking the iron statue, cast to look like me but with a brawnier build, wider shoulders. It had no clothes. I liked fighting naked, iron cock hard, my most vulnerable part of me exposed, showing how little I feared my opponent.

  They couldn't touch my flesh.

  “Touch the lips and I will know,” I said. “I will inhabit it and oversee your... work.”

  “You do not trust us, Your Highness?” the buzzing voice asked.

  I grimaced against its words. “No.”

  “Good.” A strange, screeching, pulsing sound came from it, rhythmic and... Laughter? The sound scratched at my mind. I fought the pain. I faced the monster without flinching.

  “I will not let my daughter be harmed by your... activities. I do not care about the rest with Sven and his sister.”

  The laughter died to an echo that reverberated through the armory. “We shall not harm her, Your Highness. But the others... We shall feast.”

  Chapter Four: Sex Slaves' Fun

  Sven – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

  “Slam that pussy down his cock,” Nathalie said, her small breasts jiggling as she lay stretched out beside me. “You got Master all hard with your naughty antics.”

  “I'm so sorry, Master,” the lamia said, looking at me over her shoulder. Her sleek back led down to her tawny tail dancing back and forth. Her reddened ass, proof that I spanked her hard, glowed beneath as she wiggled her hips. Her soaked bush tickled the crown of my cock, stimulating the tip and sending pleasure down to my balls. “It was so bad of me to make you so hard while punishing me for being so bad.”

  “Yes, yes,” I growled. “So bad.”

  “She's so wicked, Master,” Greta said. Ava's bedmaid lay on my left side, her large breasts pressing into my arm. After a week, she had slipped into her role as my sex slave, following Zanyia and Nathalie's lead. Ava was delighted to see her devoted servant loving me. “Slam that cunt down his cock and ride him!”

  She gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump, bringing a yowling gasp from the lamia. Her tail bristled for a moment then her back arched. Purring, she slammed her tight cunt down my dick. She engulfed me to the hilt.

  I groaned as her hot snatch sank down my dick. Her silky snatch took more and more of my cock until her reddened rump pressed into my groin. Her tail twitched across my chest, caressing me. She wiggled, stirring her pussy around my dick. She looked over her shoulder at me, pleasure spilling across her face.

  “I am so sorry, Master,” she panted. “Does this help make you feel better?”

  “You're not moving,” I groaned, cupping Nathalie's ass and pulling her closer to my right side.

  “Bad slave,” Nathalie said and gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump.

  The lamia's pussy clenched down hard on my dick. I groaned at that sweet delight. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her pussy sucked at my cock. I groaned at the wondrous feel of her cunt.

  “That's better, slave!” Nathalie said, her braided pigtail spilling across her cheek as she smacked the lamia again.

  “Ride him hard, slave!” Greta added, her pillowy breasts pressing tighter against me as she added her own spank to the lamia's red ass.

  “So hard!” Zanyia yowled and slammed her cunt back down my dick.

  I shuddered at the hot grip of her snatch sliding up and down my cock. She worked that pussy faster and faster. She bounced, her tail sweeping back and forth, brushing both girls on either side of me, caressing my chest, adding one more delight.

  SMACK!

  Nathalie giggled after spanking the lamia, making Zanyia's cunt squeeze down so hard. “Faster! Faster! Make Master cum!”

  “Yes, yes,” Greta moaned.

  SMACK!

  “Faster! You were such a bad lamia!”

  I groaned as her cunt rode me faster and faster, the two sex slaves smacking her ass over and over. Zanyia's supple back rippled. Her tawny hair danced about her shoulders, her cat-like ears twitching as they thrust above her head. Her purring grew and grew as she pleasured my cock with that tight pussy, making me ache and groan.

  Her juices coated my cock, soaking my bush. She grew wetter and wetter as the sex slave rode me, her ass growing redder. The naughty smacks echoed thro
ugh the bedroom. Nathalie and Greta squirmed beside me, their blue eyes bright, the Zeutchian sex slaves having so much fun.

  “Faster!” Nathalie moaned.

  CRACK!

  “Make our master cum!” groaned Greta.

  SMACK!

  “You were such a wicked sex slave!” panted Nathalie.

  CRACK!

  “So bad! Wicked sex slave!”

  SMACK!

  I groaned with each spanking, loving the feel of her pussy squeezing and clenching about my dick as she shuddered. She worked her hips, purrs rising and falling in volume as she pleasured me. My cock ached, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick.

  SMACK!

  CRACK!

  “Bad sex slave!”

  “Naughty lamia!”

  “I was so naughty!” yowled Zanyia, her tail thrusting straight out at me. It caressed my chest, spilling back and forth. “So, so naughty, Master! Let my cunt please you! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry for being bad!”

  “Make me cum and you're forgiven!” I growled, playing along, unable to stop myself. She just felt so good.

  The eighteen-year-old Nathalie whimpered, hugging me so tight. “Cum on his dick, slave!”

  “Uh-huh!” Greta said, her body moving. Suddenly, her large tits pillowed against my face.

  I shuddered as her breasts pressed on my face. I sucked and nibbled on her nub. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard on it. My dick throbbed in Zanyia's pussy as I loved the feel of her. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter.

  Her silky slide made my balls boil. I groaned about the nub, the ache spreading up to the tip of my cock. Her cunt sucked at my dick as she rose, my balls throbbing, aching to spill my jizz into her and make her howl.

  Zanyia slammed her cunt down my dick. “Master!”

  Her pussy convulsed about my dick. Her snatch writhed about my cock. Her flesh massaged my shaft. I squeezed my eyes shut as her orgasm washed over my dick. Her juices flooded out, soaking my balls with her passion.