Kapitel 41: Chapter 5: Lamia's Naughty Fun
I bit my lip, trying not to moan aloud as I masturbated in the corner of my brother's inn room. Three fingers of my right hand plunged in and out of my silky, wet pussy. Pleasure rippled through my body, soft whimpers escaping my lips. My left hand massaged my round breast, tugging on a pink nipple, twisting it.
It was so hot. My brother's muscular ass rising and falling, pumping away as he plunged his cock over and over into Princess Ava's proxy. The rose-quartz statue heaved beneath my brother, moaning with the princess's sultry gasps. Her red-pink skin, swirled with milky white, glittered like a field of stars as she moved.
A work of art.
A shiver rushed through my body. I shouldn't be moving. My spell didn't make me invisible, only blended me in the background. Too much movement made it obvious. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to join them. I wanted to crawl in their bed and make love to them both. To share my brother with the princess.
But then she would know about our incestuous relationship. She'd despise us for crossing that line. Being as despicable as her father who carved her flesh. Who sought to bed his own daughter and transgress in her pussy. Sven and I had to hide our forbidden love.
But I didn't want to.
Juices trickled down my thighs. Their moans echoed through the room, building to their climax. And I rose with them. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. Silky pleasure rippled through my body while my orgasm approached, hurtling at me like an out-of-control carriage, unstoppable.
I wanted it so much.
Sven drove his cock harder, the princess's moans screeching from her lips. The wonder of sex enhanced by the art of her body. I wished to paint them in their embrace, capturing their rapture for all time, immortalize the love and desire they shared.
"Sven," I whimpered, my pussy tightening on my digits.
He groaned, driving into her, flooding the proxy's body with his cum. My cunt spasmed, twitched, so envious of them. I loved the feel of his incestuous cum pumping into my depths, filling me to the brim. I quivered, caught on the cusp of exploding, wishing I writhed with them.
Ava whimpered her own rapture, pleasured by my brother. A stud who gave women the pleasure they craved. He pleased them. Pleased me. And instead of jealousy, I felt joy that he gave Ava such ecstasy.
My pussy spasmed hard, convulsed. Euphoria raced out of my snatch as I came. I grit my teeth, my head banging back into the wall as I writhed. My naked body danced to the rapturous symphony playing in my snatch. Juices flooded down my thighs.
My lips quivered.
My breasts jiggled, my ruby amulet bouncing between them.
I swayed to the music of ecstasy.
The rapture reached its crescendo. The symphony played its loudest, stirring chords that quivered my body, and then quieted to a whispering delight. The decrescendo left me shivering and gasping, my eyes blinking.
I smiled, pulling my fingers from my pussy, tasting my tangy juices, I sucked on them as Sven and Ava shared their kisses, loving each other. I buzzed so much from my own orgasm, I almost missed the princess's words.
I blinked, jarred by them, wondering why we'd need a faerie to find the proxy army's control. To find the means to stop her father conquest and oppression. Then we could avenge our parents' and sister's murders. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask the question.
Luckily, Sven did. "Why do we need a faerie?" He rolled off Ava's rose quartz body, lying beside her, his cock half-hard. "That doesn't make sense."
"I was shocked, too," Ava said, her hand stroked down to her pussy. The stone finger scooped up Sven's cum leaking out of her. She stared at it. "I wish I could taste through the statue."
"Ava?" Sven asked. "That didn't answer my question."
No, it didn't. I wanted to interject, but I had to be quiet. I had to stay in the corner and watch. I didn't like it one bit.
"I've been searching his office," Ava said, rubbing the cum on her proxy's quartz nipple, leaving it glistening with milky seed. I wanted to lick it off. To suck on her nub.
"Bold," Sven grinned. "I like it."
"I thought you would," Ava purred. "I just asked myself, what would you do? And I came up with it. I have a proxy stashed in there. A little jade beetle."
It sounded dangerous. What if her father found out? He'd recognize a proxy. They were the only two people in the Princedoms who could imbue. It was a rare gift, found only in a few bloodlines. We couldn't lose Ava's information on the movements of her father's guards and soldiers. Prince Meinard had a streak of cruelty. Would being his daughter protect her?
My stomach roiled. I wanted to shout out the warning. I couldn't even groan in frustration.
"While searching, I found a hidden panel in a desk drawer. And there it was, the information I needed. It was a document prepared by his pet mage talking about the best place to hide the 'kennel' and the 'lodestone.'"
"Kennel?" Sven frowned. "That doesn't sound like what we need."
"The real question is, who hides a kennel in the realm of Faerie?" asked Princess Ava. "He made a deal with a faerie lord named Duke Gallchobhar. They appear to have made an alliance to help each other with their goals. This Gallchobhar has ambition in Faerie."
"And your father doesn't care about what goes on in their world." Sven stared up at the ceiling.I ground my teeth. He needed to ask about this lodestone and the kennel, not the politics. And the most important question: How to stop this lodestone.
"So, what's this lodestone?" Sven asked.
I fought my explosive exhalation.
"I'm not sure, but it's important to my father. He has it hidden in Faerie." Princess Ava stroked her rosy hand down Sven's stomach, crystals glittering. She reached his cock, playing with the tip. "That's why you need a faerie."
"Why?" Sven asked, dick twitching in the princess's stony fingers. She massaged his precum into the crown of his dick.
I wanted to shout out, "Because only a faerie can activate the mushroom rings to cross over to their realm." Didn't everyone know that? I learned it in temple. And my brother did attend the University of Az. I was certain the Fencing College taught more than just swordplay.
"To cross over into Faerie," giggled Ava. "You did not pay attention in our Semi-Divine Races and Their Impact upon Zeutch class."
Sven grinned at her, that playful yet manly smile that always made my pussy quiver. "Well, there was this beautiful princess distracting me with her blushes."
"I was still an innocent virgin then," Ava sighed. "Before you got your lecherous hands on me."
"So lecherous." He slid a hand up her crystal body, cupping a breast that was both stony and soft like flesh. He thumbed over her cum-stained nipple, making her quiver.
I ground my teeth. He needed to stay focused.
"Well, where do we find a faerie?" my brother managed to ask, not wholly lost to his big, throbbing dick. I loved that dick, I did, but it took a lot of blood to maintain, starving his brain sometimes.
"There's report of one causing mischief in the Forest of Lhes."
Sven blinked. "That's a huge area."
"You're resourceful," she said. "The villages of Uthia, Hos Elv, and Na'zilir have complained to my father about a faerie souring their milk, molesting maidens, switching babies, dying all the sheep's wool exotic colors, and the like. It even rained frogs once."
That sounded like a bored faerie.
"My father didn't care," Ava said, her face tightening. "He didn't even respond as near as I can tell. Just ignored their petition."
"Well, it's a place to start." Then a grin crossed Sven's face. "So, molesting maidens. Beautiful, young women. A man after my own heart."
"On, it's not a male faerie but a female," giggled Ava. "She's got quite the taste for virgin cunt. Know any?"
Sven shook his head. "Not after I've spent time with them."
"Mmm, I remember," Ava purred, her hand stroking his dick again. "So if you can capture this faerie, get her to help you, and find the lodestone, you can undercut my father's power. Stop his mad conquest."
I bit my lip, wanting to ask about the kennel part. Why did he call it that? And why was he conspiring with the nagas of the Shahdom of Shizhuth? Questions burst through me, aching to ask them, but couldn't. Already, Sven had forgotten how to think. Instead, he nuzzled at Ava's neck, nibbling at her chin as he twisted her nipple.
"This sounds like such a difficult task," groaned Sven as he kissed to her glittering lips.
"You're resourceful," she moaned. "I know you'll succeed. You and Kora can do anything. And then... once he's dead, you'll be my prince-consort. You'll help me build peace instead of war."
Sven kissed her hard on the mouth.
I groaned, my pussy growing hotter again. My fingers played with my nipples as I watched their mouths merge, her left hand stroking his stubbled cheek. He loved her as much as me. I shouldn't be annoyed with him for not asking all the important questions, they hadn't been together in a year.
But, still, he shouldn't think with that dick.
Sven broke the kiss. "Why don't you roll onto your hands and knees."
"Ooh, yes, I haven't been fucked by a man in so long," she purred.
"Good," Sven groaned. "I don't want any other man getting to touch you."
"But you can fuck all the women you want?" she asked, rolling over onto her hands and knees.
"But you think that's hot," Sven said. "That your man is so impressive other women want him. Want to fuck him. Want to be pleased by him. All while knowing I love you."
"Yes!" she hissed. "You've bewitched me. Your cock is magical. I just know it. That priestess of Slata you impressed enchanted it, didn't she?"
"Maybe," he said.
I groaned, plunging my right hand between my thighs as my brother moved behind her. As he thrust into her pussy, I buried my fingers into my twat. I groaned, my body shuddering as the pleasure rippled through me.
Chapter Fourteen: Pleasing His Women
Sven Falk
I groaned as I sank into Ava's pussy. It felt so strange, so different from living flesh. Still hot and supple, but so smooth. No lubricating juices were necessary, though my cum filling her made her feel wet this time. I shuddered and heart a whimper from the corner.
I glanced at my sister. I could just see her form rippling as she shivered, masturbating as she watched us. I winked at her, drawing back my cock through the glass-smooth pussy and rammed back into Ava.
"Sven!" she whimpered, her hair shifted as she shuddered, moving as a whole piece instead of individual strands. Her back arched, crystals sparkling, her rosy body adorned with a thousand diamonds. "Gods, I have missed you."
"Yes," I groaned, sliding my hands down her body, feeling the glassy skin. So smooth, hard and soft all at the same time. She should be unyielding, but wasn't. She was malleable. I found her small breasts jiggling beneath her as I plowed into her from behind, cupping them.
She whimpered, her hard nipples poking into my palms. I massaged them, her breasts pliant. Her pussy clenched down on my dick, increasing the friction. I shivered, plowing into her smooth depths. My dick throbbed, pleasure rippling down my shaft.
My crotch smacked into her ass, the hard crystal jiggling like flesh. I stared down at her ass, pumping away hard. The crack of flesh on stone echoed through the room, drowning out my sister's whimpers.
I stared at her, just seeing the outline of her round breasts jiggling as she shuddered, both her hands shoved between her thighs, playing with her hot pussy. She inspired me to fuck Ava harder and harder, to give the princess all the pleasure I could.
"Gods, I have missed you," I groaned. "Pater's cock, but this proxy is incredible."
"I'm going to be with you whenever I can," moaned Princess Ava. "I'm tired of being apart from you. I want to be in your bed. I want to share your women."
My dick ached. I wanted to blurt out, "Even Kora?" but I held my tongue. Instead, I thrust harder, the pleasure shooting through me. I squeezed her tits, making her squeal, her pussy clenching on my dick, tightening that glass tunnel about me. Her smooth depths polished my cock, the tip throbbing in her.
I glanced down at her rippling butt-cheeks. Her crack so tight, hiding her rosebud. I pulled my hands from her breasts, spreading her butt-cheeks apart. The artisan even captured her puckered sphincter.
"Did you pose nude for your sculpture?" I groaned. "He captured every bit of you perfectly."
"I hired a mage to create an image for him to use," she moaned. "A female mage, so you don't have to be jealous."
"Your body is a work of art, princess. I know Kora thinks so."
"Ooh, does your sister want to paint me in the nude?"
Kora moaned in the corner.
"Oh, yes. She loves your body. She wants you in bed."
"Shame she couldn't join us," Ava moaned, her pussy clenching on my dick. "Oh, Sven, you naughty cad. That's my asshole."
"It is," I groaned, pumping hard, my thumb playing with her sphincter. I sank into the puckered surface, feeling the smooth depths of the proxy's bowels, so different from real bowels. "I know how much you like having your ass played with."
"Been so long," she whimpered, throwing a look over her shoulders, her rosy face twisting with pleasure.
"Is that an invitation?" My balls cracked into her clit, my dick aching.
"My body is always open to you," she whimpered. "By the gods, I mean it. I'm yours."
A surge of lust shot through me. I ripped my cock out of her pussy, shifting up her body. I slid my dick through her taint and between the cheeks of her ass. I rubbed on the sphincter, feeling the strange wrinkled glass, soft and yielding before me. Fucking her proxy's body kept subverting my expectations of what I should feel.
It drove me wild.
I rammed my dick into her bowels. Tighter than her pussy, but just as dry and smooth. No friction interfered. I slid in smoothly, my balls smacking her taint, my crotch her butt-cheeks. She gasped, clenching down on my dick, her back arching.
"Oh, Sven," she whimpered. "Oh, plunder my asshole."
A soft, "Yes," hissed from my sister.
"Oh, what was that?" gasped Ava, head tossing around. "I keep hearing a woman moaning in here."
"Probably Kora and Zanyia in the next room," I lied, pumping my cock over and over into her tight, smooth, hot tunnel. "They're having their fun."
"And we're having ours!" moaned the princess, clenching her bowels on my dick. "Mmm, yes, Sven. Ooh, fuck my ass. I'm going to cum so hard."
"Good," I growled.
I slid my right hand down her slick body, feeling her quiver beneath my touch. I thrust so hard and deep into her crystal bowels while my fingers found her strange bush. I moved through the woolly thatch of hair to find her pussy lips.
And her clit.
I stroked her bud. She gasped, her back arching, hair swaying. She pumped back into me, driving her ass into my crotch. My flesh slapped loudly against her crystal body. The bed creaked and groaned, enduring our passion.
I pinched her bud, feeling it yield beneath my fingers. She let out a squeal of delight. I played with her nub, pounding her bowels. The friction burned around my cock, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head, the pressure building in my balls smacking her hard/soft flesh.
"Sven!" she moaned. "Gods, you are driving me wild."
"Then you better cum," I groaned. "Let it wash over you, princess."
"Slata's cunt, yes!" she groaned. "Oh, my Sven. Oh, yes! I'm... Gods!"
Her bowels writhed about my dick, that familiar spasming I knew so well. Though she felt different, her artificial body still reacted the same way. I kept playing with her clit, savoring her moans and gasps as I flooded her.
"Sven," my sister whimpered from the corner, her near-invisible body shaking and shuddering.
I winked at her again, knowing she came with the princess. I wished she could join us. The idea of fucking Ava from behind while she devoured my sister's pussy sent heat rippling through me. I groaned, thrusting so hard, the fantasy burning in my mind.
My sister's tattooed body heaved, her tits bouncing. Ava moaning with her, feasting on my sister's pussy while I fucked the princess's bowels. Zanyia popped into my fantasy, bouncing on Kora's mouth, the catgirl cumming with all my women.
All three of them together with me. Happy.
"Gods," I groaned. "Gods, I want that."
"Yes, yes, cum in me!" Ava moaned. "Flood my bowels, Sven. Let me feel it! Let me feel my man explode in me!"
Her words drew me out of my fantasy. I massaged her clit, prolonging her orgasm, as I fucked her bowels. Her flesh spasmed about me. Every thrust built the pressure in my balls. The friction of her slick bowels gripped my dick.
"Pater's cock!" I groaned, slamming my shaft into her bowels. "Yes!"
"Sven!" Ava moaned, my cum firing into her bowels. "Oh, I missed this. I love you!"
I only groaned, my cock unloading into her bowels. Cum pulsed out of me, flooding her. I gripped her hips, grunting, panting. Stars burst before my eyes. My entire body convulsed with each eruption of jizz.
My sister whimpered in the corner, her body heaving, outlined by her rippling presence.
"I love you both," I groaned.
"Love you," Ava whimpered, not hearing all my words.
I had to be more careful.
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Kora Falk
I buzzed from another orgasm, but my body was still so hot. Sven and Ava kissed, his strong arms around her crystalline body. She stroked his face, studying him. I shivered, knowing that look of memorization, savoring this moment.
We might die going after this lodestone and kennel. Ava knew it.
"I love you, my dashing rogue," Ava whispered.
He kissed her again. She whimpered. And then her body shrank. It went rigid as she abandoned her proxy. Sven shivered, the rose quartz proxy becoming a statuette. He picked her up with care and sat her on the nightstand, her body naked and lovely.
"Love you," Sven said, his finger touching her face.
"Brother mine," I groaned, dismissing my spell. Like mineral spirits dissolving oil paint on canvas, the magic dripped off of me, revealing my flesh.
Sven grinned at me as I hopped onto the bed. I straddled him. "Someone's horny, sister dear."
"Yes!" she hissed. "I wanted to join in so badly."
"Yeah," he groaned, my hand bringing his cock to my dripping pussy. "I want that so—"
A groan strangled off his words as my pussy impaled down his shaft. I joined him, back arching as my brother's cock filled my pussy. I whimpered, the pleasure surging through me as my pussy clenched about his shaft, loving the incestuous joining of our flesh.
My hands planted on his chest, brushing his blond hairs as I leaned over him. I rode him hard, my breasts bouncing and jiggling. My pussy clenched on his dick, drinking in the friction of his shaft. The pleasure flowed through me. I grunted, groaned, loving every moment of riding his dick.
His face twisted with rapture. His blue eyes shone as she stared up at me. My twin, blonde braids bounced and swayed on my back as I fucked him, my ruby amulet swinging before me, the gold chain rasping on the back of my neck.
"Sister dear!" he groaned, his hands cupping my breasts. He squeezed them hard, thumbs sweeping across my nipples.
Heat surged from my nipples down to my hot pussy. I groaned, clenching down on him. Pleasure whimpered through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I moaned and shivered, my hips undulating, stirring him through my pussy.
I ground my clit in his pubic bone. I whimpered, the heat surging through me. My pussy drank in the incestuous friction. My eyes rolled back into my head. My back arched, my ass clenching at the delicious rapture I shared with my brother.
I loved him so much.
He pinched my nipples, his handsome face twisting with the rapture my pussy gave him. I shuddered, the pressure building and building in me as I loved him. I groaned and gasped, my eyes squeezing shut as I slammed down his dick, the amulet bouncing between my heaving breasts.
"Sister dear, yes!" he groaned. "Gods, you are going to make me explode."
"Uh-huh," I gasped. "Just flood my fertile pussy."
"Fertile," he groaned, his hips bucking up beneath me.
Suddenly, he rolled me over, mounting me. His strong body over me, his eyes staring down at me, pinning me as he rammed his cock hard into my pussy. I shuddered, clenching down on him, my thighs hugging his hips, gripping him.
"You want your brother to breed you?" he growled.
A hot shudder ran through me. "Yes!"
The words popped out of my mouth before I could even think. An orgasm exploded in my depths. My cunt spasmed about his plunging dick. Ripples of pleasure shot through my pussy as I bucked and squirmed. My eyes fluttered, such rapture shooting through me.
"I want you to breed me, brother mine!" I howled, hands grabbing his blond hair, pulling his face down to mine.
His chest crushed against my breasts. "Such a wicked sister," he panted. "Wanting her brother's seed."
"I do!" I moaned, my pussy spasming so hard about his shaft.
He kissed me. Fucked me. He rammed his cock hard into my depths. I moaned into his lips. Our tongues danced, my body heaving beneath his. I held him with my thighs. My fingers ran through his hair as we moved together, building towards another explosion of incestuous rapture.
His balls thwacked into my taint. So full of his seed. My pussy sucked at his dick, spasming, my orgasm kept alive by his powerful thrusts. Pleasure rippled through me, making me gasp and groan. I humped against him, so eager for his orgasm.
I broke the kiss, moaning, "Cum in me, brother mine!"
I wanted my brother to breed me. I wanted to feel that cum fire into my depths. I shivered, my pussy clenching down so hard. My eyes fluttered as I bucked beneath him. His thick dick kept plunging into me, harder, faster, stirring me up.
"Breed me!"
"Yes, sister dear!" he growled and thrust forward.
His cock reached to the depths of my pussy. His cum fired, splashing against my pussy walls. I groaned, drinking in his incestuous seed. I squealed, my orgasm intensifying . My pussy spasmed so hard around his cock, massaging him with my wet silk.
He grunted, holding me as he spilled his love into my depths. I writhed against him, our bodies pressed tight. My nipples throbbed against his strong chest. I savored his weight atop me as I mewled and groaned.
My pleasure peaked. He let out a groan.
And then we collapsed into a sweaty embrace. We held each other. He nuzzled at my cheek, kissing to my mouth. I shuddered as he reached my lips. He claimed them. I surrendered to them, united with him.
Loved him.
He broke the kiss, staring into my eyes. "Do you really want me to breed you?"
"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "But... not now. Not until this is over. But..." I did want his child. "I want a piece of you. For when you..." I trailed off.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. "I wish you both could be my wives."
"And all the other women you fuck?" I asked him, pushing away the pain as I smirked.
"Not all of them," he said, staring into my eyes. "I love you, sister dear."
I closed my eyes, focusing on this moment. The future was so far off. We had so much to do, so I was just happy to enjoy the now.
Chapter Fifteen: Lamia's Naughty Fun
Zanyia
"Thank you for what you did for Master and Mistress," I told Josephine, nuzzling my nose against hers as we stood outside the Buxom Lass. My tail swished behind me, the spring morning still chill, making my naked body feel exhilarated.
Humans were so strange to wear clothes. I didn't understand how they got cold so easily.
"You're welcome," she whispered. "And it was plenty of fun."
Behind me, Elli pouted, "You can't be leaving so soon, Hans."
"You just got here," moaned Marita.
The two busty maids clung to my Master, kissing at Sven's neck and cheekbones. He had an arm around both of them, his hands on their asses. He squeezed them through their skirts, giving them both a roguish wink. "Adventure calls."
"You better come back with even more stories," Marita said, her curly, light-brown hair swaying about her shoulders.
"I'll tell you all about how I captured a faerie using an innocent virgin as bait," Master grinned. "It'll be a hot tale."
My ears pricked at that. Faerie? Virgin? When I woke up this morning, I was shocked to learn we were leaving already. But I didn't ask questions.
Slaves never did. But now I was so curious. What were we doing?
"Shame neither of us are virgins," sighed Elli, her braided pigtails swaying as she quivered in Master's embrace.
"We can pretend to," Marita giggled. "Oh, no, sir, you can't touch my bottom. I'm saving my virtue for my true love."
"That sounds so whorish," Josephine laughed. "A true virgin wouldn't have her voice dripping with lust."
"But it's so exciting pretending to be virginal and pure." Marita fluttered her eyes at Josephine. "It makes the men so hot with just enough wanton heat in your tone."
"It does," groaned Sven, a bulge tenting his black, leather pants.
"Maybe we should attend to this before you leave," suggested Elli, her hand rubbing his crotch. "It must be so hard riding a horse in this condition."
"He'll manage," Mistress said, her tone slightly frosty. "The sun's rising higher. We have a long journey, brother mine."
"Right, right, sister dear," Master sighed. He stole a kiss from Elli's lips then from Marita's. "But I know where you two are. I'll come find you and tell you all about it."
"You better," Elli groaned. "Fine, go. Your sister will keep glaring at us if we don't let you. I'd hate to have a priestess mad at me."
"Imagine if she had her Goddess curse us," Marita said. "Then we could never create beauty again."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Elli moaned, her voice so throaty, her body quivering like an orgasm wracked her. Then she started laughing raucously, her big tits heaving in her low-cut bodice. "I'm cumming on your big dick!"
"No, that would be a shame to deny the world your passion," Sven said, pulling away from the busty maids. He seized his stallion's reins and hauled himself up into his saddle. "Come on, Zanyia."
"Yes, Master."
I darted after him and scrambled up into the saddle behind him with nimble ease. I hugged him, squirming my nipples rubbing on the smooth leather of his vest. I breathed him in, smelling Mistress's scent all over his body, her tangy musk tickling my nose.
He heeled Night to a walk. Kora's black mare, Rainbow, trotted beside us. Their horses looked like siblings. Maybe they were. I squirmed, my pussy so juicy from the flirting, and the way the saddle moved beneath me stimulated my clit.
You bounced when riding a horse.
I purred, my face rubbing into the back of Master's leather jerkin. I loved the slick feel on my cheek. My nipples throbbed, kissing the smooth, cured hide. I hugged him tight, my hands sliding down his torso until I discovered his hard bulge. I rubbed him.
He groaned. "You're frisky this morning."
"She's always frisky," giggled Kora.
"I am, Mistress," I purred. "And how was last night?"
"Amazing," Kora sighed.
"She wants to have my kid," Sven said, sounding proud. "Begged me to breed her."
My pussy clenched. "Ooh, I'd love to have your daughter, Sven. She'd be such a cute lamia."
"Wouldn't she be half-human?" Sven frowned. "If I'm the father."
I giggled.
Kora shook her head. "Lamia are one of Las's races. Only one sex. They need human men, or other dual-sexed males, to breed with. But their children are always lamia. Always daughters."
"Yep," I nodded. Today, I was so glad the God of Lust masturbated across the world and that his cum birthed my kind. We were definitely the best race. Far better than those loathsome nagas he also spawned.
The city of Cheyvn passed us by, bustling with morning activity. Laborers leaving homes, bidding wives and children goodbye. I spotted older children over fences weeding vegetable gardens while younger ones ran giggling in play.
I pictured my own daughter with Sven, her little kitten tail swaying, her ears flicking, as she stalked through a garden on all fours. She'd chase after grasshoppers or little snakes. I used to love finding grass snakes as a child and biting their heads off with savage enthusiasm before the slavers would collect us and put us to work or to train.
My pussy grew hotter thinking about breeding. Shadow magic imbued me. Only select lamia could breed, those of us chosen to be pleasure slaves had our shadows in our wombs twisted, making us infertile. But I wanted it so badly. My body ached to have a kitten and nurse her.
"Zanyia," Master groaned, my hand rubbing harder at his crotch. "You are frisky this morning."
"Just excited," I moaned, grinding my hot pussy into the saddle, my clit throbbing.
"Did talk of virgins make you wet?" Sven asked.
I bit my lip. "May I ask a question, Master?"
"Always," he said. "You don't even have to ask permission. I'm not going to beat you if you annoy me."
My purr rumbled in my throat.
"I bet you want to know why we're leaving, and why we're catching a faerie with a virgin."
"Assuming my brother doesn't deflower her first," Kora laughed.
I grinned while nodding. "I was wondering, Master."
Sven explained about Ava visiting and our mission to the Forest Lhes. I'd never heard of it, but it sounded so exciting. My hand rubbed harder at his crotch, feeling his dick bulge. The city fell away, the houses growing farther and farther apart until we were passing the fields around the town, new growth sprouting in tilled and furrowed soil.
Such rich and dark and fertile soil.
"Zanyia," he groaned again. "You have to stop rubbing my pants."
"But you're so hard, Master," I purred. "Elli is right. You can't ride in this state." My fingers found the laces of the leather britches, deftly pulling them.
"Zanyia!" he groaned as I pulled out his cock, stroking it as we rode down the highway that led west out of Cheyvn. "You can't do this here."
"Why not?" I asked, stroking up and down his thick cock. "You fucked those barmaids in the middle of the inn. And I ate Mistress's pussy at the same time."
"Yeah, in the Buxom Lass. The prince's highway is not a common room."
"I don't understand," I said, feeling so mischievous right now. My hand stroked faster.
"You are not an obedient sex slave," he groaned.
"I am, too!" I protested, his precum flowing. "I'm serving my Master right now, reacting to his commands."
"I didn't order you to give me a handjob," he groaned.
"Your body did. Just by being hard, your cock order me to satiate it."
Kora giggled. "She's got you there."
"I'm only hard because you were rubbing at my crotch. Stop giving me a handjob, Zanyia."
"Yes, Master," I purred. "I won't pleasure you with my hand."
He grunted in shock and his horse neighed as I scrambled around his body. I gripped his clothing, climbing in front of him. I faced him and sat before him on the saddle. My hand grabbing his dick, holding it just right. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and...
Yelped in pain.
The saddle horn popped into my asshole. The thick knob stretched out my sphincter. It hurt so badly. My pussy clenched down on his dick as I whimpered in exquisite pain. My asshole burned in agony, the saddle horn shifting in me as the horse kept trotting down the road.
I loved it.
Zizthithana's slavers taught me to find pleasure in pain, twisting my body so agony bled into ecstasy. They found other ways to punish us then pain.
Darkness.
I pushed thoughts of the punishment kennels out of my mind as I locked my thighs about Master's waist, my body quivering, working his cock and the saddle horn in and out of my holes. Pleasure met pain, swirling, mixing, making me yowl in delight.
"Zanyia," he grunted, arms around me. "Las's cum, you are a wild one."
"Yes, she is," Mistress said, her voice breathy. "Brother mine, I'm in awe."
I just purred, the sensations rippling through me. The horse's gait shifted my body, working both the thick dick and bulbous saddle horn in and out of both my holes. I felt like I wore a butt plug, but one shaped like a round knob instead of a cone. I shuddered, my bowels gripping it as my pussy grew hotter and hotter around Master's cock.
He groaned, face twisting in pleasure as my hot cunt slid on his dick. I used my thighs wrapped about his waist to fuck him. I pushed and pulled, working both the dick and the saddle horn in and out of my holes, churning rapture and agony through me.
"Gods," I yowled. "Gods, Master, I love serving you!"
"Not going to order her to stop fucking you?" Kora asked, still sounding amused. "Eh, brother mine?"
"Gods, no," Sven groaned, his voice twisting with ecstasy. "You naughty lamia, work that slutty cunt on my dick."
"Yes, Master," I whimpered.
I obeyed, fucking my master with all my effort, churning my pussy up and down his dick while the saddle horn pushed into my bowels. The bulbous end spread wide my bowels, making me quiver and gasp, my cunt growing juicier and juicier on his cock.
I loved it. Rapture shuddered through me. Pleasure and pains whirled, mixed, heated up my cunt. I quivered, moaning and gasping my rapture for all the passing farmers to hear. I wanted them to watch me fuck my Master. Watch me serve him.
I wanted to make them wish they had a cute, lamian sex slave.
"Thank you Las for spewing your seed across the world and spawning her race," Master groaned.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Las!" I squealed. "Las's yummy cum, I love pleasing you, Master!"
The horse neighed, his mane rubbing on my back. My tail brushed his fur as I writhed and gasped. My bowels clenched on the saddle horn as my orgasm built swiftly in me, spurred by the mix of agony and rapture. My pussy squeezed down so hard on Master's cock.
He grunted, face twisting with rapture. I knew that look. I worked my hips faster and faster, wanting Master's cum to flood me. My ears twitched. The purr rumbled through my throat as dizzying waves of agony and pleasure washed through me, mixing, stimulating me.
"Cum in me, Master," I yowled. "Breed your lamia slave. Plant a little kitten in my belly! Your cute daughter!"
My breasts heaved, sweat dribbling down my naked flesh. I groaned and gasped, my nipples throbbing, brushing his leather jerkin as I clung to him. My arms tightened about his neck as he grunted, loving my words.
"Breed your lamian slave, Master!"
"Gods damn, both of you!" he groaned. "I want to breed you all!"
His cum fired into my pussy. I shuddered, the heat splashing into my depths, spilling through me. I embraced the fantasy of being bred by him, shuddering, my pussy milking his dick. The pleasure spilled through me. I gasped and heaved, my bowels clenching on the painful saddle horn, embracing the delicious ache.
And came.
My pussy convulsed about his dick. I milked his cock as the rapture swept through my body, drowning out the burning pain in my bowels. I yowled, my tawny hair sweeping about my back. My ears twitched as more and more of his seed filled me.
I quivered, standing on the pinnacle of pleasure.
"Master," I yowled.
"My cute lamia," he groaned.
I beamed, clinging to him. "Yours!"
Tears fell down my cheeks. Such joy burst through me. He would protect me, love me, dominate me. He'd never be cruel to me. He'd never let the nagas, that horrid Zizthithana, have me again. They'd never lock me in suffocating darkness. I trembled against him, licking at his cheek, tasting his salty skin.
Loving him.
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Zizthithana, Istandar of Hizzithya – Despeir Foothills, Kivoneth Princedom, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I slithered through the remains of the camp, the smell of death around the air. The animals had feasted on the corpses, wolves ripping apart my dead soldiers. My warleader, Therek, lay half-torn apart in the ruins of his tent, most of the flesh devoured from his face.
My tongue flicked out, tasting sweet death.
The anger surged through me, warming my scales. Someone had killed my warleader. "Who did this? Did Prince Meinard's men kill them?"
"No, dread Istandar," Warleader Gorth'in said, striding into the camp from the hilly woods around it. "I found another two fallen to their deaths at the base of a cliff. They were lured over the edge chasing something."
"What?" I faced my warleader, a brutal man, muscled and burly, his hair a shaggy mess falling down about a scarred face, nose bent. Scars adorned his body. He didn't wear the black plate like most warleaders, instead armoring himself in the leather hide of an ogre he slew himself. Barehanded. He had a massive sword slung over his shoulder. A normal man would need two to wield the great blade. He didn't. His personal lamia cowered behind him her naked body decorated with a delicious array of bruises, some old and sickly yellow, others deep purple.
"This wasn't a patrol," Gorth'in said.
My serpent body coiled about itself, dry scales rasping together. My bright-violet hair shifted on my naked shoulders as I fixed my eyes on him. "You are certain?"
"I am, dread mistress. A single warrior with a spellcaster in support. Probably a priest. I smell illusions around here."
A cold dread swirled through my stomach. My client would not be happy about this. "They must be found. Killed. Track them. You will not return to my court until you are finished!"
His smile grew. "Your will, dread mistress."
Shadows rippled around him, dancing, swaying. He surged them out to the ruined tent. I smiled, delighting in his use of my gift. Serpents lived in the verge of light and darkness, needing both to survive. Shadows were ours, and they could be manipulated.
From the tent, a shadow walked, stretched out on the ground, stepping in the path of the warrior who killed Therek and ruined my plans. The footsteps led towards the despoiled slave wagon, looting wealth that I needed.
"I want both their skins," I hissed. "I need a new rug for my bedchamber."
Gorth'in laughed, marching after the shadow trail alone. He didn't need aid. He was an army unto himself. He wouldn't fail me. I rubbed my scales, savoring the rasping sound of my pleasure.
I could still salvage this debacle.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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