by Reed James
I winked at her, lifting my arms over my head. My breasts jiggled and bounced. The amulet swayed between my tits as my brother's tongue provided the beat to a new, naughty dance. Every flick of his tongue and caress of his whiskers on my juicy vulva made me come closer and closer to erupting.
My moans joined Ava and Aingeal's muffled pleasure as they feasted on each other's cum-filled snatch. I shuddered, watching Ava's rump wiggle, my wife giving me more and more inspiration to perform my art.
Sven's strong hands grabbed my ass, squeezing my rump as it flexed. I shuddered, my brother's grip so exciting. His fingers slid into my butt-crack. He didn't hesitate, just jamming his fingers into my crack, searching for my asshole.
Found it.
“Brother mine!” I howled as his thick finger penetrated my sphincter. A wave of heat washed out of my bowels to my pussy, building my orgasm faster.
I trembled on him, leaning forward. My tits swayed before me, the amulet swinging back and forth. I shuddered, my hands rubbing at his muscular stomach while I watched Carsina bob her mouth faster and faster on my brother's dick.
She stroked the base as she pleasured him. She made him groan into my snatch. His tongue licked and fluttered faster and faster as he devoured me. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My whimpers rose as I danced faster and faster on him, my bowels clenching on his finger.
“Brother mine!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Pater's big cock and Rithi's talented fingers.”
“Mmm, just reach your climax on him, Radiant,” groaned Ealaín. “Gods, but your beauty is inspiring.”
“Uh-huh!” Sven groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
My brother jammed a second finger deep into my asshole. My bowels clenched down on him. His lips sucked on my clit at the same moment. My fingernails scratched at his stomach. Pleasure surged through me.
I came on my brother's hungry mouth.
My pussy convulsed hard. My juices squirted out of me, flooding his mouth. My twin braids of blonde hair swayed and danced about my shoulders. My cunt convulsed and my bowels writhed about his plunging fingers.
He grunted about my clit. His stomach flexed beneath my clawing fingers. Carsina whimpered. Her cheeks bulged and then she gulped, swallowing my brother's salty cum. I licked my lips in envy of our newest sex slave.
“Swallow all my brother-husband's jizz!” I howled as my body quivered, the forbidden rapture surging through my body.
My orgasm peaked in me. My eyes fluttered. I squirmed my hips from side to side as I came down from my bliss. My brother lapped through my folds, drinking my cream. He loved it. He loved making me cum, his women cum.
“I love you, brother mine!” I groaned.
Carsina swallowed a final time. Then she ripped her mouth off his dick. She had an eager, even desperate, look in her ruby eyes. “May I fuck you now, Master?”
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Harem's Naughty Audience
Sven Falk
Kora rolled off of me and landed on her back. She giggled, “Gods, she really wants to have your dick in her cunt, brother mine.”
I glanced at my sister—my wife—and grinned at her, my lips sticky with her juices. “Every woman wants my dick in her.”
“Not Priestess Thea,” Kora said, her blue eyes bright
“You are never going to forget about her, are you?” I muttered. I gripped Carsina's ruby hair. I pulled her up my body.
“Nope!” My step-sister gave me a wicked grin. “You enjoy Carsina's cunt impaled on your dick.”
“Oh, I will, sister dear,” I said. “Thea didn't know what she was missing, but Carsina does.”
“I do, Master!” Carsina moaned, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her red-furred muff.
Kora glanced over at Ealaín stroking her girl-dick. My sister-wife licked her lips. Then she beckoned a finger. For a moment, a flare of jealousy shot through me. Once we were done at the Altar of Souls, Ealaín would have my sister all to herself. Our family would be split apart.
I didn't want to think of the upcoming divorce. I wrenched my head away, focusing instead on Carsina's red-furred muff caressing my dick. Her bright-ruby pubic hairs engulfed the crown of my dick moments before I felt the kiss of her silky pussy lips.
An owl hooted as she impaled her pussy down my dick.
“Master!” she groaned as her juicy, Valyan snatch engulfed my dick to the hilt.
I groaned at the hot pleasure surging down my shaft at the feel of her. It was incredible to be in a woman's cunt. My sex slave's cunt. Zanyia may have bullied her way into being my sex slave, but I enjoyed it now. I savored owning my women.
Her cunt engulfed me to the hilt. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as she leaned over me. Her bluish tits swayed, her ruby nipples bouncing back and forth. They were such inviting tits. I seized them, my thumbs rubbing over her nubs.
“Master!” she groaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “Oh, Master, yes, yes, we have to cum! So hard! So fast!”
“Then move those hips,” I groaned. “Work that pussy up and down my dick and make it happen!”
“Yes!” she moaned.
And she rose her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching hard around my dick. Beside us, Kora gasped as Ealaín rammed her clit-dick deep into my sister-wife's pussy. I shuddered at their passion while Carsina slammed her cunt down my dick, her tits jiggling in my hands.
Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinched her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.
“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”
“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. I moved my hands around her waist, grabbing her ass as she rocked on me. “I'm going to drain your balls of all their cum.”
“Good luck with that!” Kora moaned beside us. “My brother has Slata-blessed nuts.”
I grinned at Carsina, her ruby eyes glossy behind her glasses. Her nipples throbbed against my chest as she rocked against me. Her pussy clenched tight on my dick as she whimpered. Then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, tasting my sister's cunt on my lips.
I gripped her ass as she worked her pussy up and down my dick, feeling her muscles flex and contract. My new sex slave loved my cock. She squeezed and relaxed, swelling the pressure in my balls.
She broke the kiss and nuzzled her mouth into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe then groaned, “Oh, Master, you're going to flood my pussy, aren't you?”
“You'll be dripping for days!” I growled.
Gripping her ass, I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down so hard on my dick. I stared into her crimson eyes before I rammed into her hard. I thrust my cock into her, fucking the little priestess-slut with all my passion.
“Krab's mighty tools!” she moaned, her eyes bulging behind her glasses. “Yes, yes, yes, Master! Ooh, I'm going to cum so hard on this dick. I'm going to milk your cock dry.”
“Pater's cock!” I growled, eager for that.
My balls smacked into her taint as I pounded her. I braced myself on my elbows. I rammed my dick over and over into her juicy depths. Her flesh clung to me. Her pussy gripped my cock as she shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back.
She had strength from working with her hands. She pulled me into her cunt. I groaned, reveling in the delight of her cunt. I drove my dick hard into her. I buried into her over and over. I enjoyed her with all my passion.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Master! Oh, your dick! Mmm, that's so good! I'm getting closer and closer to cumming! You're plunging so deep into me!”
“Your little slut-cunt just wants to milk my dick, doesn't it, slave?” I growled, staring into her ruby eyes.
Delight shone in them.
Her fingernails clawed m
y back as she howled, “Yes!”
Her pussy convulsed about my dick.
I made my sex slave cum. Pride surged through me as I pounded her convulsing snatch. I reveled in the rippling of her hot sheath. Her silky flesh massaged my shaft, teasing the sensitive tip. The sensations shot to my balls thwacking into her flesh. They swelled with my cum.
She thrashed beneath me. Her breasts heaved, nipples brushing my chest. Her hands shot up to grip the back of my neck. She pulled me down to her. I held her tight, enjoying her quivering against me. Her breath blew hot across my ears.
“Krab's mighty tools!” she moaned. “Cum in me, Master! Fire all that jizz in me! I need it! I want it so bad!”
I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, burying my dick deep into her convulsing cunt. Such burning delight filled me. She was incredible. I grunted and groaned, savoring the feel of her writhing about me, milking me.
“Gods, I need your jizz in me, Master!” she moaned. Her lips nibbled on my ears.
“Gods, you are such a slut!” I growled.
“Your slut, Master!”
Her words, combined with her convulsing snatch, shot lust down to the tip of my plunging dick. I groaned as I buried into her. With a growl, I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in her. My cum fired out of my cock and spilled into her snatch.
Her pussy spasmed harder. She milked me. My jizz pumped into her, mighty spurts of spunk that splashed inside her cervix. Her snatch writhed about me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the delight spilling through my body.
“Gods damn, what a cunt!” I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me, waves of darkness crossing my vision as the bliss pulsed from my dick and slammed into my mind. “Pater's mighty cock!”
“Your mighty cock, Master!” she moaned into my ear. “Ooh, Master! I love it!”
A hooting owl punctuated our passion.
She stiffened beneath me as her pussy milked out the last drops of cum. “Did you hear that, Master? That owl?”
“Huh?” I groaned, my mind buzzing with rapture.
“It's identical to a hoot I heard in Az. Its followed us.”
I froze atop her, a knife slicing through my pleasure.
“It's the same pattern. No variation to it. The exact same three hoots with the same cadence and rhythm. No natural animal is so consistent.”
Hoot-hoot-hoot.
I frowned. I had been hearing hooting since... since for a while now. I just... ignored it. Owls hoot. My eyes flicked to the forest. A shape perched in the trees, watching us the way an owl would, eyes reflecting back the cook fire.
I rolled off of Carsina to my equipment, snagged a dagger, and rose in a smooth motion. The shape spread wings as my knife flashed through the air. The branch shook. The owl launched itself into the air and—
My weapon struck home, timed right. The creature tumbled to the ground.
“What?” Ealaín gasped, lifting herself up from my sister's embrace as I rose. “Sven?”
“My husband?” Aingeal asked.
“I got the thing,” I said, grinning. I drew another dagger and advanced naked to the twitching creature.
Carsina padded behind me. Then Ealaín appeared at my side. She gripped her war ax. Though we had our magical armors and the weapons they created, we kept our mundane arms around. Just in case.
The thing I hit spasmed on the ground. Feathers drifted around it. The thing was shedding them as it died. Black ichor bubbled around my dagger's hilt. I stopped several feet away, studying the thing. It was small, sickly and bent, its flesh stony like the grotesque off a building come to life. It wasn't natural.
“One of the Biomancer's vermin,” Ealaín said. She knelt, peering closer at it.
“What's going on, brother mine?” Kora asked.
“We're being followed,” I growled.
Chapter Thirty-Six: Journey East
Ealaín
“Followed?” my charge gasped.
“What's going on, Master?” Nathalie asked. Her voice lacked the normal fear. Since the fight, she had shed a degree of her timidity. She had discovered her strength thanks to Rubyforged, her armor.
“One of the Biomancer's things has been following us,” Sven said. He knelt and nudged the dead creature with his knife. “For days. Since Az.”
“Longer,” I said, shaking my head. “I remember hearing owls after we exited from Faerie and while traveling through the woods. I didn't think anything of hearing those hoots.”
“Carsina says it hooted the same way every time, no variation,” Sven said. He straightened, staring out at the woods, arms folded across his bare chest.
“It was,” Kora gasped. “I just thought owls hooted the same. I didn't even think it was the same one, just... It was waiting for us when we emerged from the ring?”
“It tracked us there, probably with Keythivak,” said Zanyia.
“If the Paragon was tracking us that long, why did the Biomancer's vermin wait so long to attack us?” Sven asked. “You saw what they did at Az. If it wasn't for the armor we found there, they would have killed us.”
“Most likely,” I agreed. “Perhaps it took time for the Paragon to gather those monsters.”
“Why would the Paragon use Zizthithana at all?” asked Ava.
“Zizthithana figured out how to find the amulet,” said Zanyia. “I bet she held back where she found it. Used it to negotiate. Then, when Master interfered, the Paragon took time to gather her foul compatriots. I bet they were scattered across the world. If they were all in one place...”
“Yes, they'd be hunted down by those new knightly orders cropping up,” said Kora, her hand grasping the amulet. “I can't wait until we destroy this.”
I swallowed, glancing at Sven. His jaw tightened.
I glanced back at my charge, at the amulet. The ruby seemed so dark now, an empty void gripped by her pale fingers. I shifted and said, “I feel like we're missing something important. There is something about this that makes little sense.”
“Doesn't matter,” Zanyia said. “We'll reach the Altar of Souls soon. We killed the spy. They can't track us, and it's not like they know exactly where we're going. We don't even know where we're going.”
“Just east,” Sven said. His head glanced to the south. Towards Echur and Prince Meinard? “Let's eat supper and get to sleep. I want us up early. We need to cover more ground. I don't want to find an ambush set up by Prince Meinard's soldiers.”
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Princess Ava
The next week passed in a blur of hard traveling. Sven's concern over my father's activities set unease in me. I kept checking his study, sinking into my jade beetle proxy I left in the crack in his wall, but he was never there. I'd tried different times of day: early in the morning when I first rose, late in the afternoon, midday, late morning, sunset. I even woke up in the middle of the night to check.
It was empty.
My father wasn't at Echur. He was out... somewhere. He had to be hunting us. It made me worried as we left behind the Forest of Lhes and rode through the farmland of Eastern Kivoneth. The Despeir Mountains reared up on the horizon, daggers thrusting in the sky.
The fence separating our civilized lands from the cruel domain of the nagas.
My stomach grew tighter as the stress mounted. Where was my father? At every crossroad I expected ambush. I kept turning around to look behind us to see if any great clouds of dust hazed the horizon, announcing a large column of soldiers in pursuit. He had the troops so long as he ignored the western front where his armies were in rout.
The hammer kept leading us east. I had claimed possession of it from Carsina as we entered the easternmost lands. The hammer pulsed more and more. It trembled, growing closer and closer to where it yearned to be. It was created to work the Altar of Souls, to forge powerful artifacts at the hands of the God of Crafts.
And now it was in my hands.
At night, I slept with it cradled to my breasts. It filled my dreams with strange imag
es of the muscular god working, crafting all the artifacts of the gods: Grimsilence, the Tourmaline Mask, Heart's Key, Balance, and even High King Peter's famed sword with which he conquered everything west of the Despeir Mountains, uniting them beneath his High Kingdom.
A feat my mad father ached to repeat.
The hammer sang to me. It longed to be home. It made me push Sven to keep us riding hard and long. To take as few breaks as possible. We were all tired, but we were coming closer and closer to ending this. To destroying the Biomancer Vebrin's soul.
What a wonderful treat that would be. To end his villainy once and for all. He would not get a second chance to populate the world with those abominations like the ones who attacked us. Or the thing that followed us pretending to be an owl.
So far, we'd found no new creatures tailing us.
I wasn't the only one who often rode in silence. Ealaín didn't speak much, her eyes distant, her mind working on her theory that we were missing something important. The Paragon's behavior made little sense. If she had access to forces more powerful than Zizthithana, why didn't she dispatch them after us right away?
It was only when we went to the Temple of Krab that the Paragon approached my father. And in a day, her monsters had traveled a distance that would have take a human four or more to cross. They were scared enough by us entering the temple that they acted precipitously.
But why not just do that from the beginning? What held them back before we went to the Temple?
I couldn't about it. Not with the hammer's song pulsing through my thoughts. We were coming closer and closer. I could feel it. When we woke up on the tenth day since leaving Az, I could feel we were close.
We would reach it today.
The Despeir Mountains swallowed the horizon as we set out, passing the orderly farms. We were a day's ride from them. I could even see the pass, the gap between the mountains. Zizthithana's foul slavers rode through the gap to take prisoners for my father to use to spread his power. The Zeutchians who lived here kept weapons in plain sight, polearms leaning against fences while the men worked the fields, youths perched in makeshift towers looking east.
