by Reed James
Zanyia kneaded my tits with both her hands. Her mouth sucked as much of my nipple and areola as she could. Her tongue swirled around it, twisting my nipple ring. I groaned at the jolts of pleasure shooting down to my aching clit which throbbed against the base of the dildo.
“Rithi's beautiful art!” howled Ealaín, her body arching.
Carsina noisily swallowed. I shuddered, hearing her gulping down Ealaín's girl-cum. My pussy clenched at the sound. My pleasure surged through me. I whimpered about Ealaín's fat nipple and rammed my dildo into the depths of Carsina's cunt.
She moaned and whimpered. Was Carsina cumming? Maybe. It sounded like it. I made her cum. My dildo fucked her pussy into rapture. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched hard as I slammed into her one last time, my clit drinking in the friction, my nipple throbbing in Zanyia's mouth.
I climaxed.
My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed hot down my thighs. They flooded out of me in a wave of shuddering passion. I ripped my mouth off Ealaín's nipple to cry out my rapture throughout our bedroom.
The door opened. Sven and his step-sister walked in while my tits heaved in rapture. My entire body bucked as wave after wave of delight slammed into my mind. My wings flapped hard, stirring the air around me while spirits danced throughout the room, celebrating my pleasure.
“Well, this is an interesting sight,” Sven said, grinning, his shadowy armor creaking as he shifted his posture. “What are you two doing?”
“Breaking in your new sex slave for you, my husband!” I howled, my pleasure peaking in me.
“Teaching her to suck your cock, Master,” Zanyia said. “She's a natural. I think she's done it before.”
“Sucked cock or her master's cock?” Sven asked.
“Well, Theophil was a sexy, older man,” Kora said, her voice throaty.
“What?” Sven asked, glancing at his sister.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Those muscles and body combined with that aged experience.”
Sven arched an eyebrow. “Then you better stick with me, because I'm only going to improve.”
“Like a fine wine!” Ava gasped, her small tits quivering as the two sex slaves feasted on her cunt.
“She is yours to enjoy, husband,” Ealaín panted, pulling her girl-dick out of Carsina's mouth.
“Yes, yes, I'm ready to serve you, Master,” Carsina panted. “Aingeal's dildo stirred me up. Such a fine construction.”
“Only fine?” I gasped in indignation.
“Well, it's a little lopsided,” Carsina said, wiggling her hips.
“You can tell that with your pussy?” Then I grinned. “Wait, wait, you had a workshop full of dildos you made. I bet you're an expert on sex toys.”
“It is one of my specialties,” she said. “I packed a few of my favorites.”
I laughed in delight and ripped out the dildo from her pussy. “Well, my husband, enjoy. I broke her pussy in for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three: Priestess's New Master
Sven Falk
“How kind of you,” I said to Aingeal, pussy cream dripping from her gray dildo.
Zanyia, kneeling beside Carsina, grabbed the Valyan woman's bluish butt-cheeks, spreading them apart. “Look, look, she's got a pretty asshole. That needs to be broken in still.”
“She does have a pretty asshole, brother mine,” Kora purred, standing beside me as we stared at that puckered hole nestled between Carsina's butt-cheeks. Farther down, her crimson pubic hair dripped with pussy cream.
Then she kissed me.
I groaned into my sister's mouth, savoring the forbidden delight of her hot mouth on mine. Her tongue fluttered against my lips then jammed past them. I groaned, kissing her back, dueling my tongue with hers. Her hands moved across my shadowy armor, finding the buckled straps holding it onto my body, stripping me as she made my dick throb hard.
She moved with such deft skill, breaking our kiss to move around my body and undress me. Zanyia, meanwhile, busied herself rimming Carsina's asshole. My lamia sex slave fluttered her tongue around the Valyan woman's asshole. Carsina gasped and squirmed, her glasses slipping on her dainty nose while her round tits jiggled and swayed, her dark-red nipples so hard, looking almost like rubies topping her mounds.
It made my dick throb. Soon, Kora had me out of my armor while Carsina whimpered and groaned. Zanyia must have her tongue wiggling into Carsina's bowels, making my newest sex slave gasp in delight. Kora pulled off the last of my armor, my dick thrusting hard before me, aching to get to know my newest sex slave.
“You're going to bugger her so hard, brother mine,” she whispered in my ear.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Aingeal moaned as Ealaín fucked her hard from behind. From the angle, it was clear the aoi si had her girl-cock ramming into Aingeal's asshole.
The faerie had to enjoy that delight, too.
“Sodomize me, you aoi si slut!” howled Aingeal.
“Slut?” Ealaín hissed, thrusting harder, her large, ebony tits bouncing and jiggling.
“Mmm, yes, an aoi si slut who loves my asshole!”
My dick throbbed so hard. I had to be in Carsina. “Is she ready, Zanyia?”
My lamia's head popped up, her mane of tawny hair spilling about her face. She shot me a hungry look, her golden, cat-slitted eyes sparkling. “Mmm, she is, Master. I wiggled my tongue so deep into her yummy asshole.”
“So deep, Master,” purred Carsina, her entire body trembling. “She had me shuddering in delight. I can't believe it.”
“She's just naughty that way,” I said, my cock aching in Kora's stroking hand.
“Sodomize her, brother mine,” Kora moaned into my ear, her naked body pressed into my thigh. “And you, you naughty pussycat, come lick my asshole. I want that same treatment.”
“Yes, Mistress!” moaned Zanyia. She scampered to my sister while Kora pushed me towards Carsina.
“Yes, yes, I want that,” Ava moaned. My princess rolled over onto her hands and knees. “Get to licking my asshole, slaves!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Nathalie and Greta moaned together.
I fell to my knees behind Carsina. She threw a look over her shoulder, biting her lower lip as I grasped her butt-cheeks. My beige fingers dug into her bluish flesh. I'd never fucked a Valyan human before. I'd enjoyed Thlinian girls with their reddish skin and even an ebony-hued Halanian beauty, but never a girl with this exotic, azure cast to her flesh.
Her asshole glistened with Zanyia's saliva. It beckoned to me, begging me to sodomize her and make her scream out in rapture. I groaned, my lusts surging through me. I just had to ram into her and make her explode. Show her why she wanted to be my sex slave. I would give her such rapture.
“Master,” she groaned as my dick's tip touched her asshole. “I've never taken a cock that big back there.”
“Nor a dildo?” I asked her, savoring the feel of her wrinkled sphincter against my spongy tip.
“No,” she groaned. “I always made my anal toys narrow, but... but... I know your other women take your dick up their ass.”
“Mmm, all the time,” Aingeal moaned. “Ooh, Ealaín, yes, yes, keep fucking my bowels.”
“You'll love it,” Zanyia moaned, voice muffled by my sister's rump.
“You will,” I promised her. “Just relax. Surrender yourself to me. I will make you explode.”
“Yes, Master,” she said. “I know you will.”
I pressed against her asshole. I groaned as I felt her anal ring resisting. That tight sphincter fought to keep out my cock. But I never lost. I pushed harder. Carsina's back arched. Her head lifted up, stirring her vibrant, red curls. They spilled off her shoulder as she whimpered. Her asshole spread wider and wider.
Her sphincter swallowed the tip of my cock.
She let out a yelp of shock, her bowels squeezing about my thick tip. The velvety friction engulfed my dick as I pushed forward. I slid into her tight, hot sheath. Pleasure rippled up my shaft to my aching balls. I groaned as I sank deeper and deeper in
to her bowels.
“Master!” she groaned, her voice low and throaty. “Oh, wow, Master, you're in me.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned as she squirmed. Her sheath shifted around me, caressing me, teasing my dick. Sensations spilled around it. “Just keep wiggling that ass while I fuck you.”
“Fuck her hard!” Aingeal moaned, her wings fluttering, brushing the tips of Ealaín's bouncing tits.
“Yes, husband!” groaned Ealaín. “Enjoy this treat.”
“Mmm, yes, brother mine,” purred Kora, a big smile on her face as Zanyia rimmed her asshole. My sister's blue eyes sparkled. She shifted her body, one of her twin braids sliding off to her side, the other still draped down her supple back.
I drew back my cock. Carsina gasped. Her bowels clenched down on my dick. The friction increased. My crown drank it in. I groaned and then rammed into her depths, filling her to the brim with my shaft. The pleasure spilled through me. It felt so incredible about my dick. My balls tightened as they smacked into her flesh.
I thrust again and again into her velvety heaven. I savored the grip of my newest sex slave. I plunged into her again and again. The heat burned around my cock. My balls grew tighter and tighter as they drank in the heat, the delight, of sodomizing her asshole.
“Oh, Master, yes!” Carsina panted, adding her voice to the other women gasping and moaning throughout the room. “Ooh, that's good. You're spearing so deep into me. You're filling me to the brim. Krab's anvil, yes!”
“Just keep squeezing that asshole around my dick,” I growled, my hands sweeping around her body, stroking her silky flesh as I fucked her. “Keep increasing that friction.”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned clenching her bowels about my pounding cock again. “Ooh, that's nice.”
“Gods, yes!” I moaned, my hands finding her round breasts.
I thumbed her ruby-like nipples. I twisted those hard nubs. She squealed, the pressure squeezing down on my cock increasing. Her head tossed, red hair flying as she bucked back into me. Her butt-cheeks rippled as I sodomized her, my dick loving her embrace. The pleasure swelled faster and faster in me. I hammered her hard and deep.
I made her gasp and moan.
Her hips swiveled, stirring that delicious asshole around my dick. It made me ache and throb. I shuddered, fucking her with all my might. I pounded into her deep and hard. I plunged to the hilt in her. She groaned, her bowels squeezing down on my dick with such an intensity.
It was incredible.
It made me dizzy. My head shook from side to side as I reveled in this delight. Her bowels burned around my cock, making my dick throb in her grip. My hips slammed forward so hard. I sodomized her with such passion. It was incredible.
I never wanted to stop doing this.
“Master!” she howled, thrusting back at me. Our flesh slapped together. The sound echoed through the room. “Oh, Master!”
Other women were moaning, their passion merging with Carsina's as her asshole convulsed around my dick. Her orgasm burned through her. I groaned, drinking in the writhing friction of her bowels spasming around my cock.
I loved making my women cum. Any man could fuck a woman, even sodomize her asshole with his cock. It took skill to make her scream her head off. I twisted her nipples and thrust deep into her. She trembled and moaned, her passion bursting out of her.
“Oh, wow! Krab's mighty hammer! You keep thrusting into me! I... I...” Her head lowered, her voice growing low and throaty. “Oh, Gods, that's good. I... I'm cumming again.”
“Just savor it,” moaned Kora. “That's my brother's skill.”
“He's amazing!” Ava groaned. “He taught me so much and... Pater's cock, you naughty slaves. Work those tongues into my holes. You're going to make me cum again!”
“Revel in it, Carsina,” I growled, tugging hard on her nipples, my balls growing tighter and tighter. My orgasm swelled in them. Every thrust into her massaging bowels brought me closer. The ache built at the tip of my cock. “Savor it.”
“I am!” she moaned. Then she threw a look over her shoulder. “But, Master, you need to cum, too.”
“I do!” I growled, coming closer and closer, staring at the pink hue of her lips. She had such a pretty mouth. “Pater's cock, I'm going to cum so hard in you.”
“Do it, Master!” she moaned, her bowels spasming harder about my cock. Her ruby eyes grew even glassier as another orgasm burst through her.
I hit that moment of no return. I had to cum and nothing would stop me.
“Pater's mighty cock!” I snarled and ripped my dick out of her bowels. I seized her ruby hair with my left hand, my right grasping my dick. I yanked her head around.
“Master!” she gasped, her mouth opening wide.
I thrust my cock past her pink lips, burying my dirty shaft into her mouth. She gasped, sucking out of instinct, tasting her own sour musk. The pressure shot down to my balls. Nothing could stop my cum now.
I threw back my head and unloaded my cum into her mouth.
My balls tightened. My cock throbbed. Pleasure exploded through me. Bursts of ecstasy fired my jizz into her hungry mouth. My sex slave stared up at me with her tremulous, crimson eyes. She gulped down my spunk with eager passion.
“That's it!” I snarled. “Pater's cock, but that's how you love your master!”
“It is!” Aingeal howled, her voice thick with rapture.
“Ooh, clean my step-brother's dick and drink all his cum!”
“Such a good sex slave!” moaned Nathalie.
“So good,” purred Ava, her voice thick with post-orgasmic bliss.
I shuddered as Carsina sucked out the last of my cum from my balls. I let out a mighty groan, the pleasure buzzing out of me, retreating from my flesh. I had a new sex slave, a servant of the God Krab. Would she do anything to replace Kora in my heart when I lost my sister?
We had the hammer. We knew where the Altar of Souls lay. In a week, this would be over. I'd have to give up my sister because of Rithi's foul conditions. I beat down the pain. I had to harden my heart, temper it, so I could survive.
“We need to leave,” I said. It was best to get this over with. “Our enemies know where we are.”
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Princess Ava
We cut short our celebration after Sven came in Carsina's asshole and she sucked his cock clean. We all could have spent the day fucking and sucking, but Sven was right. My father wasn't dead. He could still send his forces after us, and he was clearly working with that horrid Paragon.
We needed to destroy the amulet around Kora's neck and be done with it. I don't know how she can wear the soul of the Biomancer between her breasts day in and day out. Sometimes, when the light reflected off the crimson facets caught my eyes, my blood would crawl.
I held my head up high as we walked through the temple, ignoring the dirty looks the radiants and glimmers of Rithi gave me. Aingeal and I did what we had to last evening. Monsters rampaged the city. So I broke down a few doors that each had unique works of art on them.
New art could be created, but lives couldn't be.
Greta marched beside me. My bedmaid looked so sexy in her new armor, her breasts jiggling in the low-cut breastplate. Her blonde hair spilled about the azure-infused metal, making her at once innocent and fierce, a strange blend of the martial and the feminine. I was so proud of her. She killed a monster last night.
Sven was amassing quite the deadly harem of kick-ass women around him. I loved it. My father wouldn't stand a chance. First the Altar of Souls to destroy the amulet, then we would head to Echur itself to overthrow his tyranny and restore Kivoneth. It would be a mess, but I would have Sven and our wives at my side. I would raise our child to be a proper ruler who cared about his or her subjects.
I blinked. Echur. “Sven.”
“Yes?” he asked.
“We have to pass by Echur to reach the Altar of Souls.”
“North of it, actually,” he said. “We'll just follow the same road we took to Az. It leads
past Echur along the southern edge of the Forest of Lhes. We'll move fast. If he's sending more forces to attack Az, they'll come up the Azian Highway from Echur, not the Southern Forest Road. We'll be fine.” He gave me a cocky grin. “Besides, what can your father throw at us that we couldn't handle?”
“A company of a hundred soldiers,” I muttered.
“I'm not sure that would be a problem,” Zanyia said, walking upright for a change. Her tail swished behind her as we reached the main doors of the temple. “Not with these armors. And with the hammer Carsina can supercharge us.”
The journeyman sex slave had my diamond hammer hanging from a loop on her work belt. She had other tools on it, implements of her trade. She nodded her head, crimson curls bouncing on it. “I can supercharge the armor. Though I would hate to see the inferno Nathalie's ruby-forged armor would make.”
The petite sex slave, walking to the right of Sven, turned around and blinked blue eyes at us. “Oh, my, yes. I burned that bug-thing to ashes.”
Zanyia shivered, the hairs on her tawny tail sticking up, making it even bushier. “That thing was disgusting. I need to eat your pussy in thanks.”
“Tonight when we camp?” suggested the slender girl.
Zanyia nodded her head, sunlight spilling over her hair. She stretched her back as the square before the temple bustled with activity. A wash of sounds—merchants hawking wares, the buzz of conversation, the hoot of an owl, the grinding of the wooden wheels of push carts rolling over cobblestone—drifted over me.
Carsina frowned and looked around.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing, thought I heard something strange.” She shrugged. Then she smiled at our horses waiting out front, saddled and attended to by several young glimmers, the acolytes of Rithi. “I've never ridden a horse. This is exciting.”
“You won't think that in an hour,” Zanyia said. “You'll be sooooo sore.”
