by Reed James
No masturbation would provide relief.
I sped back off the column. In moments, I was descending from the sky. I let my invisibility bleed off of me as I hovered before Sven's horse. He arched an eyebrow at me while Zanyia peered over his shoulder, her tawny ears twitching.
“Well, wife?” Sven asked.
“I made it so he can't cum, my husband,” I said.
Sven blinked his blue eyes. “What?”
Zanyia chortled, her tail swishing back and forth. “For how long?”
I gave an impish grin.
Sven shook his head. “Captain,” he said, turning to face the officer riding to his right and behind him. “Ready our camp.”
“Your, uh, wife didn't report if there was any danger, Your Highness,” the man said.
“If there was, she wouldn't be talking about her newest prank,” Sven said, heeling his horse.
I giggled. “Nope! It's safe, Captain! Now deploy your men and tents!”
“Of course, Your Highness,” he said, his voice tight. No one in Echur quite knew how to take having a prince-consort who was married to more women than just their ruling princess. But they had sworn their oaths to Ava at her coronation over a week ago.
“So he won't get to cum at all?” asked Zanyia. “Not once?”
“Not once,” I declared. “Reinhold will be soooo motivated to conclude these negotiations as fast as possible. He'll think it's the stress of the meeting. He'll be so eager to cum, well, he might agree to any number of things.”
Sven laughed and Zanyia purred.
“We're going to have to tease him, Aingeal,” Zanyia said.
“Yep!”
~ * ~
Zanyia – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I was glad to be back from the negotiations. They went smoothly. Aingeal's method had proven so effective that she used it when negotiations were held with the other princes that Kivoneth warred with. It made all that boring stuff go by so fast. As it was, summer was nearly over when we returned to Echur yesterday.
Kora had made progress on her statue. A shape was forming, but it was rough. She was happy, and so was Ava. She gushed at the treaties Sven had signed, not minding at all that she ruled a smaller country now. Beyond returning conquered land, Sven also had to agree to release a few conquered princedoms, allies of the various men. Even better, they all agreed to meet in Az in a year.
Ava hoped that would be the start of her dream of a united Zeutch. The Princedoms, she called it.
I would leave all that boring politics to her and Sven. I had more important things to attend to. Now that I was back, there were more maids that needed to be hired. But they had to be just perfect, willing to serve my Master as his sex slaves.
I wanted to fill Echur with pretty women devoted to loving my owner and husband.
Greta and Nathalie flanked me as the three of us walked nude into the antechamber. The three peasant girls, all eighteen or nineteen, gasped at the sight of our naked flesh. That was something they would have to get used to. I never went clothed, and I was showing Greta and Nathalie just how exciting it was being nude and ready to please our owners at any given moment.
All three were Zeutchian girls. Lydia and Bianka both had blonde hair while Seraphina was a brunette. Their figures were slender, though Bianka had a nice bit of roundness to her bust, cupped in the low-cut fabric of her blouse.
“Oh, my,” Lydia blushed, looking down.
“Y-you're naked, my ladies,” Seraphina gasped.
Bianka flicked her eyes from me to the other two sex slaves flanking me, something gleaming in Bianka's blue depths.
“Yes, we are,” I said. “If you want to work in the castle, you need to be ready to serve as sex slaves for the prince-consort.”
Nathalie nodded her head, her blonde pigtails dancing, her firm breasts jiggling. “It's a very important duty.”
“Very,” Greta nodded, her large breasts swaying as she put her hands on her hips, fixing her gaze on the girls.
“Sex slaves?” Lydia whimpered, her cheeks rosy bright. “So the... the rumors are true?”
“The rumors are true,” I told her. “He's a man with a great appetite and an amazing cock.”
“He's a man who knows how to love a virgin and make her explode,” Nathalie said, her voice full of gushing passion.
“And did he truly fight monsters and kill them?” Seraphina asked.
“Truly,” Greta said. “I was there. I watched him. He fought through so much. None are better than he is with a sword.”
“Or a cock,” I added. I had the most experience with other men so knew the truth of those words. As a lamia slave to the nagas, I was used by many of their servants before Sven rescued me. “He is a man you will want to serve. It's why you're here.”
“Yes,” Bianka breathed. “I saw him riding yesterday, looking so gallant with you hugging him and the faerie flying beside him. He truly tamed a faerie with his cock.”
“Yes, he did,” Nathalie said. “She loves him. She's his wife.”
“So, if you truly want to be his sex slaves, then you need to strip,” I told them. “You must be ready to please him or his wives at a moment's notice. No hesitation. There can be nothing between you and his pleasure.”
Bianka's fingers already worked at the laces of her bodice. Seraphina whimpered while Lydia asked, “But... there are others in the castle. Don't you... feel embarrassed being seen naked?”
“Why would any of us feel embarrassed?” I asked. “Do you see how sexy we are? All the men who see you will groan knowing Prince Sven owns you. That he's the only man who gets to touch you. It'll make you feel so special. So juicy.”
“You are beautiful girls,” Greta added. “And Prince Sven loves it when beautiful girls are proud of their bodies.”
“You saw Zanyia riding naked behind him,” Nathalie added, her hand sliding down my back to cup my ass. “And Aingeal flying naked beside him. They weren't ashamed. And neither can you be.”
I loved how bold Nathalie was. That shy virgin had blossomed into a wanton sex slave. I wanted to help Lydia and Seraphina have that same transformation. Bianka already had her dress off, her nipples puckered hard atop her round breasts while her golden pubic hair gleamed with her juices.
Seraphina groaned, then she began unlacing her bodice, her fingers fumbling at the knots. Lydia closed her eyes. Her hands trembled. Her body swayed. Then, with a whimpering moan, she attacked her dress's ties.
I cupped both my fellow sex slaves' rumps, pulling Nathalie and Greta close to me as the three potential submissives stripped naked. Their bodies were so lovely. Lydia and Seraphina both had small, firm breasts, though Lydia's nipples were a puffy pink, her areolas as engorged as her nubs. All three had cute bushes and lithe legs.
“Now, on the table are butt plugs with doggy tails attached,” I said glancing at the stained-dark table nearby. Three butt plugs, made by Carsina from dark crystal, waited. The tapered cones were all polished to a glass-smooth finish. “You will shove them into your assholes now.”
“R-really?” Seraphina asked.
“Never done a bit of anal?” asked Bianka. Her round breasts bounced as she marched to the table. A purr rose in my throat as I watched her grab a butt plug. She stared at me over her shoulder, her blue eyes gleaming, then pressed it between her butt-cheeks.
My pussy clenched as I watched her work the sex toy into her asshole. She groaned as she slid it deeper and deeper into her. Then she gasped when it popped in all the way. The furry dog tail swayed behind her as she shifted.
Lydia darted over, her firm tits jiggling. Seraphina groaned and followed after. Greta and Nathalie squirmed beside me, their skin so warm against mine. I kneaded their asses, smiling as Lydia and Seraphina buried their butt plugs into their tight assholes.
“Oh, oh, that feels so weird,” groaned Seraphina.
“It's stretched me open,” panted Lydia, her blonde bush soaked with her juices
.
All three of their scents filled the air, mixing with Nathalie's, Greta's, and my own. I loved the heady bouquet, my purring rumbling louder. My tail twitched with excitement. The three potential sex slaves wiggled their hips.
“Now, to prove how much you want to be Prince Sven's,” I said, “you will march down those stairs and go out to your right into the courtyard below. You will walk around it at a slow and stately march, your heads held high.”
“The three of us will watch you from the balcony,” Greta added, her hand joining Nathalie's on my rump. “If you try to cover yourself, if you try to hide your beauty, if you don't walk with your head held high at a languorous stroll, then you are not dedicated to serving Prince Sven.”
“We want only the most loyal girls,” Nathalie said. “You are giving yourself to the prince-consort. And in exchange, he shall treasure you for the rest of your lives. You will be a part of his harem, serving him and his wives with your nubile bodies.”
“We will,” Lydia said, her voice surprisingly bold. It was Bianka who looked pale-faced now.
“B-but there are men in that courtyard,” Bianka said. “Soldiers.”
“Yep,” I said. “And they're going to say all sorts of nasty things to you.”
“Get going,” Nathalie snapped. “Or remove your butt plug, get dressed, and leave the castle.”
Lydia and Seraphina scurried for the stairs, their cute tails swaying with their naked rumps. Bianka swallowed. Then she stared at me. I nodded to her, my purr humming low and steady in my throat. She drew strength from me. She marched with such determination towards the stairs.
“Ooh, they're doing it,” Greta moaned. “Let's go watch.”
The three of us scurried through the curtains into the late summer sun. We stared down at the courtyard. Kora's statue rested in the center. It had the rough shape of a woman. I couldn't wait for her to finish. It would be so beautiful.
The soldiers whistled and whooped as the three girls emerged, naked, their heads held high. They trembled as they walked forward, trying to look so graceful even as they huddled together, shifting their positions as they began their circuit, none wanting to be closest to the guys.
My hands slipped down my fellow sex slaves' rumps to cup their furred pussies from behind. My fingers ran through their silky strands soaked by their passion. I understood. I was drenched. This was just so hot to witness.
“Zanyia!” Nathalie whimpered as my fingers rubbed up and down her slit, sliding through her juicy folds.
“Mmm, Saphique's sweet pussy, that's nice,” Greta moaned, her hips wiggling as her juices soaked the fingers of my left hand.
“Just look at them,” I yowled, staring down at the three as they made their first circuit, their firm tits exposed to the lusting men, their rumps wiggling. Their tails swished behind them almost like mine. “Aren't they just yummy?”
“Uh-huh,” moaned Nathalie, her hand sliding down my stomach while her other squeezed my rump. “Just so cute. They'll make Master so happy.”
“And his wives,” Greta said, her hand joining Nathalie's, their fingers dancing through the silky folds of my pubic hair.
I grinned and purred louder. My eyes were fixed to the three, watching as they relaxed, their backs straight as they made their stately promenade around the perimeter of the courtyard. The soldiers' coarse words all blending together into a general shout.
My hips wiggled from side to side as I thrust two fingers from both my hands into my fellow sex slaves' pussies. They were both hot and tight and silky, but different. Almost the same and yet they had such wonderful textures unique to each of them. They both groaned, their snatches squeezing down on my digits.
Their fingers found my clit and pussy lips. My purrs swelled in volume, rumbling through my throat, through my body, as they caressed my labia and bud. They teased me as I fingered them, their other hands kneading my rump with such passion.
“Yes, they are just so cute,” Greta groaned, her pussy growing hotter around my fingers. She kept squeezing down on my digits every time I buried into her. A momentary spasm that pressed my two fingers together.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, the sparks bursting in my pussy. Their fingers kept sparking more and more bliss that burst inside of me. My voice whimpered. I let out a groan of delight, interrupting my purring. My tail swished behind me. “They're perfect.”
My pleasure built and built as my fellow sex slaves, my nubile wives, thrust their fingers into my depths. I groaned as four fingers stretched out my tight sheath. They thrust them into me almost in unison, caressing the inner depths of my pussy walls.
My tail slashed the air behind me as my pleasure built swiftly. All three of us were moaning and groaning, filling the air with the sound of fingers plunging into wet pussies. It was such a wicked sound. I loved it.
My ears drank it in even as my pleasure built and built in my pussy. Dizzy pleasure rippled through me, leaving me swaying. My yowls echoed as their cunts clenched and relaxed on my fingers, their juices soaking my hands and wrists.
“Oh, Zanyia,” whimpered Nathalie beside me. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm going to explode.”
“Me, too, Nathalie!” Greta moaned from the other side. “Zanyia, your fingers...” She let out a squeal of delight as my digits plunged deep into her. “They know just where to reach. Oh, yes, yes, you're going to make me explode!”
“Good,” I purred, my bare toes curling against the flagstone. “Me, too. I'm going to erupt.”
“Yes, yes, spill your cream over my fingers,” whimpered Nathalie, her digits plunging faster into my cunt, moving against Greta's in my slippery depths.
All of us were gasping and shuddering. I had no idea which of us would explode first. We were teasing each other, loving each other, while watching the three maids continue their promenade, the three girls' thighs slick with their pussy cream.
Then Greta's fingers dug into my rump. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Hot juices gushed out of her while her tart musk seasoned the air, filling my nose for a brief moment as her passion overpowered Nathalie's and mine.
“Saphique's naughty fingers!” she howled, her large breasts shaking.
Then Nathalie joined her. The petite slave-girl gasped as her cunt went wild about my fingers. She jammed her digits deep into my twat, wiggling them around while her pussy convulsed. Juices flooded down my fingers, her fresh musk tickling my nose.
“Las's amazing cum!” I yowled as I joined them.
Rapture burst out of my pussy. My cunt spasmed about their twitching fingers. Juices gushed down my thighs. I grew dizzy as my sweet musk mixed with theirs, forming such a heady perfume. Stars burst across my eyes.
I loved it. I loved being with my fellow sex slaves. I was so glad Sven owned me. That he owned these two delicious girls gasping beside me. Our passion sang out through the air, making something beautiful and amazing.
It left me buzzing as my pleasure died.
I scampered through the castle after that, almost floating from my rapture. The three maids walked behind me, all eager to meet their new Master. Their naked feet padded with their excitement. The moment I finished cumming, I had leaped off the balcony and landed below in a light crouch. I gathered them up and hurried them away from the leering soldiers.
I burst into Master's study without knocking. He had a map of Zeutch before him, new markings on it showing the changed borders to Kivoneth. He looked up at us, his blue eyes narrowing. Then he groaned.
“Already? You haven't even been back a full day.”
“Yep,” I said. “Here they are. Just say it girls.”
“We're your new sex slaves, Master,” Lydia said, her voice so breathy.
“We're here to serve you, Master,” Seraphina moaned. She fell to her knees. Lydia quickly joining her.
“We're all yours, Master,” Bianka said, her cheeks burning, her flush extending down to her round breasts. She knelt on the other side of Seraphina before his desk. “Please, pl
ease, let us serve you.”
“You know the rules, Master,” I said with a smirk.
He sighed and shook his head. “You're going to fill the castle with sex slaves, aren't you?”
I winked at my owner, my husband, then backed away. “Enjoy them, Master! They're so dedicated to serve you.”
I closed the door and smiled, glad I lied to my Master all those months ago. I was even happier that he chose to believe me and pretend he didn't have a choice but to own me or Nathalie or Greta or all the others. Those three brought it up to eight new sex slaves I had procured him.
But the castle needed more girls. I'd have to find more nubile, submissive slaves. Licking my fingers clean of Nathalie's and Greta's juices, I scampered off to do just that.
Epilogue: The Rogue's Loving Harem
Kora Falk
With a gentle tap of the hammer against the delicate chisel, I knocked off a tiny flake of stone from the black marble. The tiny shard tumbled down from the face of the statue, landing on the perfect breast before slipping off the edge to fall to the courtyard's flagstones. I shivered, my heart pounding in my chest.
I stepped back, my milk-heavy tits swaying before me. A year of carving and sculpting, of slowly peeling back the exterior of the stone block to find the art beneath, was finished. I had translated that image of beauty in my mind and conjured it into real life.
I set the chisel—enchanted by Carsina's pussy juices—down on the table with the other tools. The sun shone bright around me. My breasts ached. It was almost time to nurse my daughter with Sven. Katriana was born at nearly the same time as Franz, Ava's son with my step-brother. They would have siblings soon. Zanyia and Nathalie were both pregnant now, their bellies growing round and firm.
I wasn't sure why was I thinking about that now as I stared at my statue, studying the shape. I was truly seeing it for the first time. It wasn't just the labor I had toiled on for the last year, working on it every day, progressing with every precise tap of hammer upon chisel. It was now an image of what our family had lost.
