Kapitel 43: Chapter 7: Princess's Taboo Discovery
I grinned, loving the sight of my sister writhing on her back, Zanyia running her tongue through Kora's sloppy pussy, licking up the incestuous combination of my cum and my sister's cream. My dick throbbed, still slick with Kora's juices. My sister shivered, her round breasts quivering, the ruby amulet glittering between those lush mounds.
"Oh, Zanyia, yes," gasped Kora, her fingers digging into the bedding, her moans echoing through the tent. "I so need this after the day we had."
"Yeah, I bet you do, sister dear," I grinned, kneeling by her face, my cock thrusting at her. "All that stress of the chase needs relieving."
"So much stress," she moaned. She licked her lips, blue eyes focusing on my hard cock.
"Hungry for something?"
"Always, brother mine," she whimpered.
I brought my cock close to her mouth, feeding it to her. She opened wide, engulfing my dick and sucking her juices off. I savored the incestuous love, her tongue dancing over my cock's crown, leaning her cream off my shaft. Tasting our mixed passion.
"Suck your juices off, sister dear," I groaned. "I'm going to fuck you so hard again."
She sucked harder as movement fluttered out of the corner of my eyes. I groaned, head turning, scanning across our belongings. I passed over Ava's proxy leaning against my pack, the statuette rigid and beautiful. Nothing moved by our belongings.
Kora stopped nursing at my dick, pulling her mouth off my cock. "What?"
"Nothing, sister dear." I grinned at her. "Just keep sucking me clean while you enjoy Zanyia's tongue."
"She tastes so good full of your yummy cum, Master," purred Zanyia, her tawny tail swishing back and forth, her cute rump wiggling. She buried her face back into my sister's snatch.
Kora moaned, her mouth opening wide. I slipped my dick in.
She sucked, eyes twinkling. I groaned, stroking my sister's blonde hair, still gathered in her twin braids. I felt the entwined strands wrapped about each other, loving their silky feel as pleasure radiated up my cock. My sister's cheeks hollowed, moaning as she worked to please me.
I loved Kora, Ava, and Zanyia. Could a man truly love three women? Why not when they were as hot as them. Shame Ava would never understand the taboo love I shared for my sister. She'd be disgusted about it. But it would be hot to watch the pair writhing, licking my cum out of the other's snatch.
My dick ached in my sister's sweet mouth. I groaned, hands tightening on her hair. "That's it, sister dear. You're just so eager for your own taste of my jizz."
"Mistress's loves your cum!" purred Zanyia.
My sister shivered, humping against the lamia's licking mouth, savoring that rough tongue sliding on her delicate flesh.
I groaned, watching my lamia slave feasted, her ears twitching, thrust out of her tawny hair. Zanyia's purrs rumbled out of her throat. She pressed her face tighter against my sisters snatch. Kora bucked, her breasts jiggling, the pendant sliding between them.
I grasped my sister's left breast, my thumb stroking across her tattoo, following the flowering vine up to her nipple. She moaned louder, my thumb massaging her pink nipple. Her passion hummed around my dick, my balls aching.
Her hand cupped my nuts, massaging them with care. Strange twinges shivered through my body. I groaned, squeezing her pliant tit harder. I massaged her nipple with faster strokes, sliding my thumb around the nub, caressing her areola.
"Gods, sister dear," I groaned. "Such a hungry glutton for my cum."
"Such good cum," yowled Zanyia.
My sister squeezed my balls in agreement, her eyes staring up at me.
I stared back, groaning, the pressure building and building, surging through me. My hips pumped, thrusting my dick to the back of my sister's mouth before drawing back. She sucked so hard, forming a tight seal with her lips.
My body shuddered. My balls tightened in her massaging grip. The ache surged to the tip of my dick, begging for a release. Her tongue danced around my crown, massaging the sensitive flesh. Pleasure zapped down my cocks, striking my nuts.
"Pater's mighty cock!" I snarled.
My jizz erupted into my sister's mouth.
Kora squeezed her vibrant eyes shut. She shuddered, breasts jiggling, as she swallowed my cum. Zanyia's purrs swelled in volume, her tongue lapping faster as my sister joined me in rapture. My cock pumped blast after blast of incestuous passion into her sucking mouth. She gulped it down, moaning her joy.
The pleasure surged through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, trembling, loving every minute of the rapture. I swayed, the heat boiling out of me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in deep breaths.
"Gods, your mouth, sister dear!" I panted as she nursed out the last drops of cum, the pleasure leaving me trembling in delight.
Kora popped her mouth off my dick, a big smile playing on her lips. "Yum."
"So yummy!" Zanyia moaned, her head popping up from my sister's snatch, pussy cream smeared across her cheeks and dribbling down her throat. "Ooh, I love you both!"
My sister stroked my cock, her tongue flicking at the slit, gathering a final glob of pearly jizz. She popped it into her mouth, shuddering as she savored it.
"Ready to get plowed?" I asked. "Ava's been monopolizing my cock, hasn't she?"
"Princesses are so spoiled," Kora answered, stretching her arms over her head, thrusting her tits up into the air. "But poor Zanyia needs your cock, too."
"I do, Mistress," the lamia yowled, her ears twitching, tail swishing back and forth.
"You sure?" I asked.
My sister gave me a languorous nod of her head. "I want you to fuck her ass, brother mine."
"Any reason?" I asked, arching an eyebrow even as Zanyia spun around, presenting her rump, her tail thrust high up into the air from the base of her spine, hair bristling.
"So I can lick her pussy," grinned Kora. "Zanyia has a lovely tasting quim."
"Thank you, Mistress!" squealed Zanyia, wiggling her rear, her face resting on the blanket. She reached her hands behind her and parted her butt-cheeks, exposing her puckered sphincter. "Just fuck my asshole, Master! Ream me!"
"Now how can I say no to that, sister dear?" I groaned.
"No man could," she laughed. "Even one not as horny as you." She smacked my ass. "Go get her, brother mine."
I moved on my knees to Zanyia, guiding my cock between her butt-cheeks. Her swishing tail caressed across my chest, her bristling hairs ticklish. I grasped her tail with my left hand, gripping it near the base.
Her tail stiffened. She let out a yowl as I pushed my cock into her asshole. She squeezed down on my cock, the friction incredible as my spit-lubed dick slid into her velvety embrace. I groaned, the pleasure racing through me.
"Master," Zanyia groaned, her voice strained. "Master... my tail."
"What's wrong?" I asked, my left hand stroking her tail as I buried into her asshole.
"I just..." She shivered. "It feels weird to have my tail gripped. I..."
"Don't you like it?" I asked, savoring the feel of it stroking between my hand.
Her bowels clenched hard on my dick. "I..." Her ears twitched. "I'm your slave. I'll let you do it. It's just..." Her tail twitched violently in my hand, trying to pull out of my grip. "Lamia don't like having our tails restrained."
I let go.
Her tail spasmed, whisking furs across my chest as she let out a yowl of relief.
"There," I groaned, drawing back my hips, savoring the ticklish feel of her hairs caressing me. I slammed back into her bowels, my crotch slapping her butt-cheeks. "All better."
"So much better, Master," she purred, her face still resting on the bedding, her fingers now kneading the blankets. "Ooh, you're so deep in my asshole. Pound me, Master. Dump your cum in my asshole."
I drew back my cock and did just that. I rammed into her hard, my balls thwacking into her taint. I loved the sound, my dick drinking in the hot friction. Heat rippled through my cock as her velvety flesh caressed my dick. Every thrust sent pleasure washing through my body.
I groaned, grabbing her hips, stroking her sides as I plowed her. Her tail wiggled and swayed across my chest, brushing my nipples, sending little tingles racing down to my swinging balls. I groaned, another load of cum building and building.
"Zanyia," I groaned. "Gods, you have such a sweet ass."
She purred louder in pleasure. Then she gasped, "Mistress!"
A hot tongue brushed my balls. Kora's hands grasped my thighs, kneading them as I plowed the lamia's asshole. My sister's tongue brushed my balls again then Zanyia squealed, her bowels clenching on my dick. Clearly, Kora tongued the lamia's pussy.
I shivered, picturing Kora's tongue sliding through Zanyia's muff to lap at the folds of her pussy. My dick throbbed, my strokes growing faster and faster, hammering my cock into my sex slave bowels. Her asshole clenched over and over, her tail twitching with violence, flicking across my chest.
"Oh, Mistress," panted Zanyia. "Oooh, yes."
"Is she playing with your clit?" I asked, my hands sliding higher up Zanyia's side. I dipped below her, finding her small breasts, cupping them in my hand, feeling her hard nipples.
"Mmm-hmm," she purred, twitching. "Batting it with her tongue and... Yes!"
Zanyia's bowels clamped down hard on my plunging cock. I groaned, the friction burning hot around my dick. I squeezed her little titties, her ears twitching. I fucked her harder, the pleasure swelling in me. My eyes rolled back into my head, stars dancing across my vision as the ache built and built in my balls.
They smacked heavily into her taint, full of my cum aching to burst out of them.
Kora's fingers slid up and down my thighs, sending hot shivers racing up to my dick. I groaned, drinking in all the sensations: Zanyia's swishing tail, her tight bowels, the feel of her breasts beneath my hands, nipples hard on my palms, Kora's caresses. Dizzy pleasure surged through me. I grunted, plowing my sex slave's asshole.
"I want to feel you cumming," I growled. "Flood Kora's mouth and spasm about my cock. I know you want to. You want to explode."
"I do, Master!" yowled Zanyia. Her purring rumbled through the tent. "So badly and... Mistress!"
I heard sucking sounds and pictured Kora's lips sealed about Zanyia's clit, the lamia's tawny bush tickling my sister's cheeks. I shivered, Zanyia's body trembling, her bowels writhing about my cock. Her tail went stiff for a moment, then swept back and forth across my chest, the end brushing my chin.
Her purrs rumbled. Excited yowls and moans burst from her lips as her cumming asshole massaged my dick, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, squeezing her tits, savoring the passion of her orgasm.
"Gods, sister dear, you made her cum hard."
"So hard!" whimpered Zanyia. "Naga's slimy scales, yes! Yes! Cum in me, Master! Give me more yummy delight!"
"Pater's cock, yes!" I snarled, slamming my dick deep into her bowels. Her velvety flesh massaged my cock. My crotch smacked into her butt. I drew back, her asshole spasming about my shaft, sucking at my balls.
My cum exploded.
I grunted, my balls twitching, my cum firing. Lips suddenly engulfed my right nut, my sister sucking as I flooded Zanyia's asshole. The lamia yowled her pleasure, her back arching, her bowels milking my cock.
"Pater's cock and Slata's hairy cunt!" I groaned, hands squeezing the lamia's tits.
"Did I please you, Master?" Zanyia asked, her voice small. "Even though I... I was naughty and objected to you holding my tail?"
"Gods, yes," I groaned, leaning over her. I kissed her cheek down to her lips. Her tongue flicked mine. I tasted my sister's tangy musk on them. "And you weren't naughty. I want you to enjoy sex. And you can't enjoy it if I'm grabbing your tail."
She let out a happy purr.
My sister hugged me from behind, draping her body over me, her breasts rubbing in my back. Her hot lips nuzzled at my ear. "Such a sweetie, brother mine."
"Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold."
She nipped my ear then laughed.
Chapter Twenty: Princess's Taboo Discovery
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
My awareness sprang back into my body, still flushed and trembling from having sex with my father for the first time, his incestuous seed leaking out of my pussy. Confusion whirled through my thoughts, my heart clenching in pain. The vision of Sven feeding his cock to his sister burned in my mind, the lust thick in his voice.
Suck your juices off, sister dear. I'm going to fuck you so hard again.
"He's just like my father," I muttered, tears stinging my eyes. And Kora... She looked so enthusiastic, encouraging his lusts.
Like me with my father.
I closed my eyes, squeezing out a tear. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed having sex with my father, crossing that taboo line. I hated the man. I despised him for what he did to Sven's family and his own people. I wanted him deposed. I wanted him to pay for murdering Sven's family, his angelic sister Katriana. I wanted my father's mad war to end. For there to be peace.
And yet... Yet I enjoyed his touch. I came so hard as we transgressed, uniting our bodies. He was my father! I grew from his seed planted in my mother's womb. How could I enjoy it? How could my Sven lust for his sister and enjoy being in her? Fucking her?
What was wrong with him?
"Princess?" Greta, my bedmaid asked. The eighteen-year-old girl touched my hip.
My eyes sprang up, staring into her blue eyes, her large breasts swelling the low-cut nightgown she wore, her golden-blonde hair falling loose about her face instead of her usual pigtails. She had such a round face and plump lips.
"Lick me clean!" I hissed, hating my father's seed leaking out of me. The bastard wanted to breed me. How disgusting was he.
And me... I came so hard begging for him to breed me. Never had I been so grateful for the blessing the Priestess of Slata gave me, preventing me from conceiving a child until next year. The moment I realized my father wanted to bed me, I visited the temple in the city of Echur which lay just outside my father's castle.
"I'll get you all clean, Princess," Greta purred, slipping between my thighs. "But... Is something wrong? I thought you were going to Sven for comfort."
"He was... sleeping." I swallowed, the image of him feeding his sister his cock burned into my mind, superimposing over the waking world. "Just lick me clean! Get that cum out of me!"
"Gladly!"
She buried her face between my thighs, her golden hair spilling over my thighs. I groaned, her tongue sliding through my hot folds. Her tongue gathered the jizz spilling out of me, gathering it on her tongue with her hunger. Her blue eyes shone over my pubic mound as she darted deeper, scooping up more of the incestuous mix.
A father's cum should never be in his daughter's pussy. A brother should never fuck his sister.
I groaned, pleasure fluttering through my body as Greta feasted. My head shifted on the pillows, my hips undulating, smearing my messy cunt on her face. Her tongue darted through my folds, exploring, searching, cleaning up every forbidden drop of seed.
My small breasts jiggled. I whimpered, hands squeezing my tits. My thumbs rubbed over my nipples, zapping tingles down to my snatch. I whimpered then gasped, Greta's tongue fluttering deep into my snatch, swirling around.
New images, conjured by my perverse mind, flashed through my head. Sven parting Kora's thighs, the left tattooed with a flowering vine. He nuzzled at her pussy, licking her the way Greta feasted on me. Kora moaned in my imagination, her lithe body wiggling, her round breasts, bigger than mine, jiggling.
"Oh, yes, brother mine," she moaned in my thoughts. "I love it when you feast on my pussy."
I hissed, trying not to think about them writhing in incestuous passion, Sven licking her snatch, his strong hands reaching up her body to cup those bigger breasts. He always liked them large. I squeezed my small handfuls while humping my pussy against Greta's face.
I tried to focus on my bedmaid's licking, concentrating on her tongue cleansing me. She fluttered through my folds, her nose nudging my clit. She purred her delight, lapping and sucking, drinking my father's jizz out of me.
"Ram that big cock in me, brother mine," moaned Kora through my thoughts. "I need your cum in me. I need my brother to plant a babe in my belly."
I hissed again, squeezing my eyes shut, forcing all my concentration on Greta's amazing tongue. She slid it up through my folds, brushing my clit. Sparks shot through me. My entire body spasmed. My thighs clenched on her head, holding her in place while my fingers pinched my nipples.
"Such a hot, tight cunt," groaned Sven, his blue eyes burning as he stared down at his sister's azure depths. "I'm going to pump so much cum into you, sister dear!"
"Do it!" she moaned in my thoughts.
I whimpered, biting my lip. I wanted these images out of my head, but my orgasm grew even faster, feeding on the humiliating, shameful twist in my stomach. My bed creaked. My moans echoed through my chambers. I bucked harder against Greta's tongue, the pressure swelling in my depths.
My orgasm hurtled closer and closer as Sven plowed his sister so hard in my imagination. Their bodies wedded in incestuous rapture, pressed so tight together, becoming one flesh. Like I had with my father.
"Pater's big cock!" I howled. "And Slata's juicy cunt!"
My body bucked, my orgasm hitting me hard. My pussy spasmed, juices squirting out to splash on Greta's face. Heat swept out of me, full of euphoria. I gasped, stars bursting across my dark vision. My back arched, fingers pinching my nipples.
Rapture burned across my mind.
"Yes, yes, flood me, brother mine!" howled Kora in my thoughts.
"You're going to have my son, sister dear!" growled Sven, his face twisted in rapture. Kora ran her hand through his short, blond hair as he flooded her snatch with his forbidden seed.
Then he became father, on top of me, pumping his jizz into my snatch. I gasped, spasming harder, my orgasm burning through me. I quivered and bucked, my tits jiggling in my pinching hands. Greta's tongue flew across my cumming pussy, lapping up the juices flooding out of me.
Shameful pleasure drowned me. Ecstasy smothered my thoughts. I gasped and groaned, writhing on sweat-stained sheets. My entire body convulsed. The pleasure carried me higher and higher into taboo fantasies, my pussy aching for my father's cock to fill me again.
Then I collapsed back into my pillows, panting from the power of my orgasms.
"Wow, Princess," Greta said in awe. "You squirted. That was amazing."
I didn't answer, the shame swallowing the pleasure. I stared up at the dark ceiling, still aching for more. For something Greta couldn't give me. Or even Sven. We were both disgusting people. He lusted for his sister.
And me... I wanted to feel my father in me again.
I hated him and wanted that incestuous dick in me, filling me with forbidden rapture.
What was wrong with me?
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Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
I loved waking up my brother this way. I bobbed my mouth on his hard cock in the darkness of our tent. I sucked and slurped on his cock, his salty precum staining my lips, lingering traces of Zanyia's sour ass adorning his shaft.
Which made my blowjob even wickeder. I shivered, my pussy clenching as I sucked so hard. My tongue danced across his cock. I stared up his chest, a dark shadow. Zanyia's head rested on him, her eyes open, reflecting what little moonlight penetrated the canvas.
She let out a purr, her eyes twinkling.
I shivered, my pussy clenching. I rubbed it with my fingers, dancing my digits on my clit before sliding them through my folds. Stimulation trembled through me. I moaned louder about my brother's cock, humming and vibrating his tip with my excitement.
"Gods," he groaned, voice still slick. "Ava, that's... No, Kora... Mmm, morning, sister dear."
My mouth popped off his dick. "Wishing it was Ava sucking your cock instead of your nubile sister, brother mine?"
"Wishing it was both of you," he said. "With Zanyia licking my balls."
The lamia purred, rubbing her cheek into his chest.
I smiled, wishing we could have that. But Ava could never learn of our affair. Besides the fact we needed her support to avenge our family, Sven loved her. They would marry once we killed Prince Meinard. I wouldn't destroy that. My brother didn't love easily. Or, he loved too easy, but it was shallow. Any woman could wade into his heart, but few found those deep parts and bathed in his rapture.
Me. Ava. Maybe Zanyia.
So I would just enjoy waking him up with blowjobs for as long as possible.
He groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I sucked harder, massaging my clit. My pussy juices trickled down my wrist as the pleasure swelled through me. My mouth bobbed again, my tongue sliding about his dick. I put every bit of my sexy knowledge I learned back at the Temple of Rithi in Az. There I'd mastered the art of sex.
My brother wouldn't last long.
"Gods, Kora," he groaned.
"Just so eager for her breakfast," purred Zanyia. "Such a naughty sister you have, Master."
"So naughty."
I rubbed harder at my clit, smiling about his dick.
I savored the flavor of his precum staining my tongue. I bobbed faster, sucked harder, moaned louder. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I whimpered, the rapture building in me, driving me to please my brother.
Then he let out a mighty groan. His cock throbbed in my mouth. Then the first wonderful spurt of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Creamy jizz washed through my mouth. I gulped it down, his spunk warming down to my belly.
I came.
I shivered, sucking hard as rapture shot through my body. I loved giving my brother pleasure. I swallowed his cum, my eyes fluttering. The ecstasy reached my mind, bathing across my thoughts. I shivered, my juices flooding down my wrist, my pussy spasming, aching to be filled by his cock.
Aching to be bred by his brother.
Maybe, I should break the contraceptive spell on my body and allow myself to have his baby...
"Gods, Kora, what a wonderful sister you are."
"So wonderful," purred Zanyia.
"I know," I groaned, popping my mouth off his dick. I gave my clit a last rub before I sat up. "And we need to get going. We have to keep riding. We're close to Echur."
"A half-day ride from Ava," he groaned, looking to her statuette resting on his pack. "And her father."
"And they're far too well guarded for any thoughts of heroics," I reminded him. "We have our mission. We need to keep going." The patrol we killed would be found soon if they hadn't already. The garrison in Echur would send out search parties to hunt us down.
"It's not even dawn yet," groaned Sven.
"I'll have Zanyia bite your cock if you go back to sleep, brother mine," I told him. "No being lazy just because you made me breakfast."
"She wouldn't do that," Sven groaned.
"Oh, really?" I asked. "I bet she would I if I told her."
"Maybe," giggled Zanyia. "We have a faerie to find. We need to get to the woods."
"We're still two days from the forest at least," Sven groaned.
I yanked the blanket away. "So no point in wasting the day since we're on the back roads."
Sven blinked then nodded his head. His muscular body flexed as he rolled to his feet and gained them. "You're right. We have to move."
Grit coated my eyes an hour later as we rode from our camp. I nibbled on a cold sausage, we didn't have time to cook anything, and groaned. The sun rose behind us, the world turning into gray, the sky overcast. A damp fog wreathed the hills in the distance, farmhouse ghostly shapes in them. Everything felt damp. I shivered, pulling my cloak about my pink clerical robes.
"Don't you ever get cold?" I asked Zanyia after an hour riding through the foggy morning, her pale skin glistening with drops of dew, condensation gathering on her.
"No," she smiled. "Unless it's real cold. Like in winter, I might need a light cloak. I can lie in snow and love it."
"Lucky you," I muttered.
Sven just grunted, sitting straight in his saddle, Zanyia's arms around his waist. Though she wasn't playing with his cock today. But I saw the naughty glint in her golden, cat-slitted eyes. Her tail swished behind her, her hands sliding lower.
I gave her a slight shake of my head.
Her forehead furrowed in question, but she didn't object. She slid her hands back up to his stomach. Unease slowly crept over me. My shoulder blades itched. I felt eyes on us. I glanced over my shoulder at the road behind us, searching for any watchers.
Nothing.
I kept squirming, my stomach churning, as the morning grew marginally brighter. The sun's light shone diffused through the blanket of gray above, the fog stubbornly clinging around certain fields. I bit my lips, wanting to heel my horse and have her gallop me to the woods.
"I feel so exposed," I muttered to my brother.
He nodded his head. He opened his mouth to say something.
A dog bayed in the distance.
Zanyia's ears pricked. Her head whipped behind us, ears swiveling as another dog bayed. Then a third. She let out a whimpering sound, clutching my brother tighter. "I know those howls. Hunting dogs."
"Las's putrid cum," snarled my brother. "Bloodhounds. They must have got our scent at the patrol."
"How far away?" I asked Zanyia.
"Several miles," she answered. "But... I think there are horses with them, too. They're moving fast."
Another excited bay howled through the morning air.
Sven heeled his horse from a trot to cantor, hooves beating on the farm road, his eyes scanning ahead. Rainbow matched his stallion's cantor, my heart thudding in my chest. Fields passed us, wet dirt with shoots of green poking threw in orderly rows.
Every time the dog's howled, my shoulders hunched. I wanted to spur Rainbow into a gallop, but they could only run for so long at that speed before they needed rests. If we pushed them too hard, they could injure themselves or die.
Then we'd be on foot and really vulnerable.
But that applied to their pursuers. If they were pushing their horses hard, they'd be tired when the caught up to us. So we had to conserve our mounts' endurance. Then we could gallop fast, maybe escape for a time.
But what to do about bloodhounds?
They bayed closer.
"I can see them," Zanyia said. "They're cresting the hill a mile behind us."
"They're moving fast," Sven said.
I looked over my shoulder, spotting movement in the distance, but I couldn't make out much details. I didn't have Zanyia's keen eyes. I bit my lip. "How many?"
"Five riders plus three dogs," Zanyia reported. "And they have spare mounts."
"Las's putrid cum and Illth's foul jizz!" spat Sven. "We can't outrun them."
The patrol could just change mounts when their horses grew tired. We didn't have that option. "We need a place to hide. Brush. Something natural."
"Illusion?"
I nodded my head.
"There!" He pointed to a copse of trees across a field.
"That'll work."
Night neighed as my brother spurred him. The black stallion charged off the road, leaping over the rickety fence and landing in the field, hooves kicking up mud and trampling fresh shoots. I followed, my cloak flapping behind me. I leaned low over Rainbow as she approached the fence.
She jumped.
For a moment, we soared, the ground rushing beneath us. I rose up on my legs, my legs bent, feet planted in the stirrups. We hit, my bent knees absorbing the impact. Rainbow whinnied, her legs stretching out, racing across the field with all speed for the copse.
A horn sounded behind us. The dogs bayed louder.
Chapter Twenty-One: Shameful Lusts
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I couldn't believe I stood here.
My entire body trembled. When I awoke this morning, a restlessness seized me along with a horny itch in my pussy. I tried masturbating to ease it. I tried using Greta's fingers, her tongue, and even had her strap on a leather dildo and fuck me.
Nothing satisfied me. I needed that forbidden pleasure. I craved it to my utter shame. How could I lust for a man I hated, let alone for my father? But images of Sven bedding Kora filled my mind, their incestuous passion ringing through my head, keeping my pussy dripping, my nipples aching, my body yearning for pleasure.
"Don't do this," I muttered to myself as I raised my hand before the door. "Stop, Ava. Stop."
I knocked.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself. I loved Sven. Even with his... deviant desires, I cared for him. But...
He fucked his sister. I could fuck my father.
My cheeks reddened as a voice barked, "What?"
"Father," I said, my voice trembling. "I... I need to..."
A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.
"My sweetling," he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. "What is it? Is it about last night?"
I nodded my head, my cheeks scarlet. I could just tell him it made me feel weird. Explain that he's my father, that what we did was wrong. Instead, I let him lead me to his desk, covered in papers. He moved around it, sitting down on his chair, motioning me to sit.
"Do you feel... discomfort. I'm told the first time for a girl can be... painful."
I blinked. He thought me a virgin? Did he not know Sven plucked my cherry years ago?
"No, that's not it," I said, fidgeting. I couldn't believe it. I was going to do this. When did I become such a depraved hussy. Just looking at his face surged hot anger through me. I wanted to rip out his throat.
And couldn't.
So instead I moved around his table, that hot anger feeding another emotion. My pussy grew hotter beneath my blue skirts. I straddled his waist, my hands stroking his face. I grabbed his face, fingernails biting into his flesh, moments from clawing him.
Then I kissed him.
He groaned into my lips, his hands engulfing me as I ground on him. I felt his cock swelling through his woolen hose. I ground on him, my pussy burning beneath my skirts, the cloth rubbing on my hot flesh. My tongue plunged into his mouth. I closed my eyes.
Sven and I were so much alike. Both of us so foul, so disgusting, to lust after the forbidden. I groaned into my father's mouth, shivering as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass through my skirt. His fingers dug through the rustling silk, kneading me, pulling me tighter against his bulge.
My hands moved down the front of his doublet, brushing the buttons as I moved lower and lower to what I craved. I didn't need any foreplay. I dripped. My morning of frustration had left me ready. The hour I spent forcing Greta to pleasure me had buttered up my nasty cunt. My slattern hole craved only one thing now.
My hands shoved into his stretchy hose, seizing his cock. I trembled, moaning into his mouth. My nipples throbbed in my bodice as I drew him out. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands moved, pulling up on them.
Our lips parted.
"My sweetling," he grinned at me. "I knew you loved me."
"So much, Father," I lied, fighting the urge to spit in his face. I needed his cock in me. Why did I want to fuck him? I hated him.
I slammed my pussy hard on his dick, fucking down his shaft. He grunted in pleasure at my incestuous embrace. I groaned, my father's dick stretching out my pussy. My back arched, my body welcoming his shaft.
My snatch clenched down on him as I rose. I shivered, the heat burning through my body. I whimpered, Father burying his face into my bodice, kissing at the top slopes of my small breast as I slammed back down his cock.
I fucked him hard. I groaned and gasped, clawing at his shoulders as I rode him. I ground my clit against him. My anger at him, at myself, fueling my pumping hips. The pleasure raced through me. My strawberry-blonde hair fell in my thick braid down my back, brushing his hands grasping at my ass.
"Oh, Daddy, yes," I hissed at him. "Mmm, I've been craving this cock all morning."
"Yes, yes, yes, my sweetling," he groaned, his eyes meeting mine, so pale, so cold. "Work that hot little cunt on Daddy's cock."
I whimpered louder, looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't face the monster. I could only fuck him.
Pleasure exploded from my lips as I pumped my snatch up and down his cock. The friction burned so hot through me. My head swam with dizzy delight. I squirmed and clenched my pussy on him, churning my cunt to a froth.
His hands squeezed my ass, pulling me down. My clit ground into his pubic bone, adding sparks of pleasure through my body. The shame burned so hot through me. It made the sex so molten, so exciting. My hands moved to his throat, flirting with the idea of strangling him.
"My sweetling!" he panted. "I knew you would crave me. Once you had a taste. You're like your mother."
"Was she a whore for your cock, too, Daddy!" I spat out, squeezing my cunt on his dick.
"Yes! Once she had a taste, she couldn't get enough!"
I shivered, the pleasure shooting through me, my orgasm swelling with every pump of my hips. My pussy embraced his cock over and over, welcomed its girth into my depths. I shuddered, bucking on his lap.
"Just cum on Daddy's cock, sweetling," he moaned. "Give yourself to the pleasure. Milk my dick. Your pussy wants to be bred by me."
"Yes, Daddy!" I gasped, slamming down his cock.
My orgasm exploded through me. Incestuous rapture flooded my body. I threw back my head, my naughty cunny spasmed so hard on his dick. I groaned, my eyes fluttering, stars dancing across my vision. Breath exploded through my clenched teeth.
My snatch milked his cock, eager to be bred. It didn't care about the contraceptive enchantment. My body just craved completion, feeling his taboo baby growing in my belly. My father's own son planted deep in me.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled. "Daddy, breed me!"
His hands clenched on my ass. He pulled me all the way down his cock. Then he grunted as his cum fired into my depths. Hot jizz splattered into my pussy, filling me the way Sven's would. I groaned, my eyes fluttering, hating myself for enjoying this.
For savoring another man than Sven. For loving the embrace of my disgusting father.
"Daddy!" I whimpered, falling into him, resting my chin on his shoulder as the shameful rapture burned so hot through me.
"My sweetling," he groaned, rocking me. "I—"
A knock pounded his door. "Your Highness."
I tensed, recognizing the voice of Shevoin, my father's pet mage.
"Pater's cock," cursed my father. "He can't know about us. No one can. Not until I have complete power. Then you shall be my queen when I am kaiser."
"Yes, Daddy," I groaned. The mage helped my father with his plans. This was an opportunity I couldn't pass. "I can hide beneath the desk."
"No, I shall send him—"
I covered his mouth as the mage knocked again. "No, Father. He mustn't suspected. Besides," Another depraved thought shot through me, "I can pleasure you with my mouth while you have your meeting."
"Just like your mother," he grinned.
I shivered, hating him so much for making my mother act as wanton as this. Loathsome man. I slid beneath the desk, his foul cum running out of my snatch. He scooted closer, his dick bobbing, dripping with my juices.
"Enter," he commanded.
I shivered, hoping to learn something about the lodestones and my father's plans. I could suck his cock for that.
A shameful flush ran through me. No, I just wanted to suck his cock. What had he done to me?
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Zanyia – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
I trembled as I lay on my belly in the brush beside Mistress. Master crouched nearby, short sword in hand. The soldiers charged across the field after us, three hulking, gray wolfhounds racing before them, howling towards us.
Kora shivered, pulling her fingers out from between her legs. They glistened with her pussy juices. I smelled her tangy passion in the air. She whispered beneath her breath, moving her fingers like she sketched the air.
Suddenly, the image of the three of us, me clinging to Master on his stallion, charged out of the brush. We raced off to the north as fast as two horses could, spooked by the patrol coming closer. The illusion of me gave a frightened look at the soldiers, my tawny hair streaming behind me.
I smiled. "Clever, Mistress."
"We'll see if it fools the dogs," she whispered back as a hunting horn sounded.
Then the guards turned their mounts, charging at our fleeing illusions, their path racing them right before where we hid. The dogs bayed, still running before the horses. I tensed, my tail lying still. No movement. Nothing to let the hounds spot us.
Hooves thundered closer. Armor jangled. Men shouted.
The wolfhounds didn't charge after the illusions. They bounded right for the brush. Right for me. The lead dog leaped into the brush, snarling in rage. I gasped, his weight crushing down on my back, claws scratching at my naked skin.
Hot saliva splattered my neck, fetid breath washing over me, as the dog attacked me.
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