The Rogue’s Harem

Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Harem

Part Eleven: Virgin’s Oral Fun

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Thirty-One: Selling the Bedmaid

Princess Ava – Echur Castle, the Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Mmm, you just look scrumptious,” I told my bedmaid Greta outside of Shevoin’s room. “He’s going to eat you up.”

“That’s the plan,” Greta said, the nineteen-year-old’s face pink. Her blonde pigtails danced across her shoulders as she trembled. Her blue eyes twinkled.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

“My princess, I gave you my cherry,” the girl moaned, shifting in her silk slip, her nipples hard against it. I wore a similar slip, clinging to my slim body. “And this was my idea.”

“Still, you can lose it to Sven.”

“We have to know more information.” The bedmaid took a deep breath, the thin material of her slip hugging her ample breasts. “I’m ready to do this.”

I raised my hand, knocked hard on the door. The rap echoed through the mage’s bedchamber. My loathsome father was out inspecting his artificial soldiers, readying for his push against his rivals the Princedom of Anaopeth to the west. If he wasn’t stopped, his army of statutes would cause so much death and destruction.

Greta was right. I had to learn more. To help Sven defeat my father’s foul plans. And Shevoin was in my father’s confidence. The master mage aided him, providing the magics. I had a feeling he was behind my father’s ability to control an entire army of proxies instead of just one like I could.

Footsteps padded to the door. “What is it? Is there a problem?”

“No problem, Master Mage,” I purred as the door creaked open.

I put my arm around Greta, pulling the bedmaid tight to me. I put on my most seductive smile, my nipples so hard against my dress. Our plan tonight excited me. I was so eager to watch Greta lose her virginity. To give my servant to a man. To prostitute her.

It made me feel so wicked. A bead of pussy juice worked down from my hot snatch.

“Princess,” he said in surprise, wearing the black robes of a master mage wrapped loosely about his body, clearly just thrown on when he heard my knock. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I just need to talk to you,” I purred, my hand sliding down Greta’s hip to cup her ass through her silk slip. “I need… information.”

Sweat beaded the master mage’s forehead. “You really shouldn’t be here. I don’t think your father would approve.”

“He thinks I’m a child,” I moaned. “But I’m not. I’m a woman.” I reached out, touching the triangle of his bare chest exposed by him hastily tying his robes. “Don’t you agree?”

His skin felt hot beneath my hand. He trembled, licking his lips. He was an older man, his hair grayed, giving him an air of dignity and wisdom. But the look in his eyes was so eager, so boyish, like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“You are definitely not a child, princess,” he groaned. “That’s why you should…”

I shushed him with my finger, pressing it against his lip. Then I pushed Greta into the room. I followed after her, our bodies brushing up against his robes. I felt him throbbing beneath, growing so hard at the sight of our nubile bodies.

“You’re just who I need,” I groaned, guiding Greta to his bed. “You have the information I need.”

“Information?” Shevoin asked, slamming shut his door. “You really shouldn’t be here. Especially not dressed like that.”

“Is there something wrong with our dress?” I asked, looking down. Then my hands seized the hem of my slip. Greta mirrored me. I pulled it up, exposing more and more of my pale thighs. He swallowed as my strawberry-blonde bush came into view, dripping with my excitement. I kept drawing it up, exposing flat belly and then my small, perky breasts. I peeled the slip off, dropping it on the ground.

Greta bared her round breasts beside me, her naked hip brushing mine. Shevoin groaned.

“Is that better?” I asked, dropping my slip.

“Oh, gods,” the mage groaned. “Your father will be wroth if he learns about this.”

“Learns about what?” I asked, my hands seizing Greta’s body, roaming her naked flesh, feeling my bedmaid shudder beneath my touch. “Wanting to help him?”

“You think this is helping him?” the mage said, voice strangled. “Coming into my bedchamber? He…”

“Loves me?” I asked. “He does. And that’s the problem.” My hands cupped Greta’s round breasts, kneading them. The mage’s eyes fixed on those plump melons, watching my fingers dig into the soft flesh. I brushed hard nipples, bringing a whimper to Greta’s lips. “I need to help him, but he won’t confide in me.

“But you know his plans.”

“Princess,” he groaned, watching me fondle my bedmaid’s tits. “I can’t…”

“Can’t tell me about the lodestone?” I asked, rolling hard nipples between my fingers.

“Yes, you can tell her,” whimpered Greta, her hips wiggling, pressing her ass back into me. I shuddered, draping my naked body against her supple back. My nipples throbbed on her skin, my pussy growing so wet.

“How do you know about the lodestone?” Shevoin groaned.

“I was in Daddy’s study the other day,” I purred. “Beneath his desk. You were talking about it. What’s it for?”

“I can’t tell you that.” The mage rubbed sweaty palms on his robe, his cock tenting the front. So hard. So aching.

“Yes, you can,” I pouted, resting my chin on Greta’s shoulder. I moved my right hand down her body from her breast, caressing her flat stomach, reaching lower and lower. I brushed a blonde, silky bush. “Just tell me.”

“If your father wants you to know, he’ll tell you,” groaned the mage. “I promised him my fealty. I can’t betray that.”

“I’m his daughter.” I shivered. “He trusts me, too. He just wants to protect me. He thinks I’m too young for this.” My fingers slid through Greta’s silky bush, finding the hot folds of her pussy. The girl whimpered as I stroked her virgin flesh. “I have to prove to him that I’m not too young. I’m twenty-one. I’m a woman. I’m his heir. I need to know these things. I’m an imbuer, too. I’m not delicate like he thinks.”

“I can’t,” he groaned.

“Not even for a trade?” I rubbed harder at Greta’s cunt, her juices coating my fingers. Her ass wiggled, rubbing into my pubic mound. I loved the feel of her rump against me. “She’s a virgin.”

“What?” groaned Shevoin.

“She’s a virgin. My finger’s rubbing on her hymen right now.” I licked my lips. “You can use pussy juices to power your magic. The serving girls are always talking about how they have to masturbate into vials for you. Doesn’t the juices of a cunt you’ve deflowered work better for your magic? Imagine having access to Greta’s cream whenever you need it. I can let you borrow her.”

“Yes,” whimpered Greta, her hips wiggling. “I have a cherry you can pop.”

“Gods give me strength,” groaned the mage.

I grinned. “So the Lodestone… It’s connected to the army, isn’t it? It’s what allows my father to control them?”

“Yes,” he said, voice hoarse, the words almost ripped out of him. His eyes bored on my fingers playing with Greta’s virgin snatch. “I enchanted it myself.”

I moved Greta, pushing her down on the bed. I stretched out beside her, spreading her thighs. Then her pussy lips. He stared at her virgin cunt, my thumb brushing the hymen covering the entrance to her cunt, feeling the little holes in her maidenhead.

“How does it work?” I groaned. “How can he control all those different statues? He has an army of them. Thousands.”

“The Lodestone lets the cattle act as the wills for his proxies,” panted the master mage, his hands fumbling at the knots to his robe. He ripped it open, his cock thrusting out through the parting fabric.

Cattle? My eyes widened. The slaves Sven and his sister liberated? The ones Zizthithana’s warleader captured for her? My father let the foul Shizhuthians to operate in his land for this reason? I hid my disgust as Shevoin came to the bed.

I grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down Greta’s pussy as he mounted her. My bedmaid shuddered, feeling the dick at her virgin snatch. I stared up at the mage, gripping his dick hard in my hands.

“These cattle? Are they livestock he purchases?” I needed confirmation.

“Slaves,” he groaned. “They have their wills stripped away when they’re harnessed. Doesn’t matter who they were before. Men, women. Just so long as their minds power the soldiers.”

“That’s…” Disgusting. “Amazing. My father is so powerful.”

“Uh-huh,” groaned Shevoin, his cock pressing on Greta’s pussy.

My bedmaid sucked in her breath.

“Not yet,” I groaned. “You told my father about a woman. He went to see her. And whatever she did for him worked.”

The mage shot me a glance. He worked his lower lip. I frowned, his dick throbbing in my grip. “I shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t?” I asked. “Maybe I should find another to take my bedmaid’s cherry.” I lifted his cock from her pussy.

“No,” he groaned, licking hips lips. “She feels so warm. I could use her pussy juices. To help your father. Let me deflower her.”

“Then tell me who you sent him to see,” I purred, guiding his cock to my bedmaid’s pussy, pressing the tip against her hymen.

“A rogue priestess of Luben!” he shouted and thrust.

Greta gasped as his dick tore her virginity. My bedmaid’s body arched, filled with a cock for the first time. She whimpered, her thighs locking about the mage’s waist. He pumped away at her snatch, fucking her so hard, driving his dick over and over into her cunt.

I shuddered, my pussy burning to be touched. I just sold my bedmaid’s virginity. I prostituted her to this man. A dizzy thrill shot through me. My hand flew between my thighs, rubbing my hot pussy. I groaned, my juices coating my fingers.

“Why did he need to see a rogue priestess of Luben?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” the mage groaned, thrusting so hard, burying his cock over and over into my bedmaid’s pussy. “He just… asked me to find one. Said it was… personal.” The mage glanced at me, pleasure crossing his face.

“Personal?” I asked, my breasts jiggling as I shuddered, thrusting two fingers into my juicy snatch. I ached to be filled. By my father’s cock. He hadn’t fucked me all day. I needed him in me. As much as I hated being with him, I burned for the incestuous pleasure of his dick filling me.

“Yes, yes, fuck my pussy!” Greta moaned. “Ooh, yes, ram that cock into me. You love it, Shevoin!”

“Such a tight cunt!” grunted the master mage, the bed creaking as he hammered her snatch. “I’m going to love collecting your cream.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, pleasure racing through me as I pondered why my father would need a rogue priestess of Luben.

But it was so hard to think with my aching desire for my father. I lusted for his dick filling me right now. To gasp and moan with the same rapture that Greta experienced. She bucked and humped into Shevoin’s thrusts, her pussy full of hard dick.

My cunt clenched on my fingers. I tried not to think of my father and his pale-blond hair, his ice-blue eyes. I wanted the passion of my Sven. His big cock filling me, fucking me while his sister watched. He was the man I should desire.

But I wanted my father so badly. I groaned, my fingers plunging faster and faster into my snatch. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. Such delicious pleasure sparked through me. I whimpered, groaned, my cunt growing so hot around my fingers. My snatch so silky. I clenched down on my finger.

The friction increased.

I shuddered more, whimpering, “Daddy!”

I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of Shevoin rutting atop my bedmaid fade into my fantasy of my father mounting me, plunging that forbidden cock into my depths. My cunt clenched so hard about my fingers, drinking in the stimulation, pretending it was my father’s shaft filling me. Fucking me.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!”

You’re my slut, sweetling, he moaned in my thoughts. I made you into my whore. Just like your mother.

“You did, Daddy!” I whimpered. “You turned me into your utter whore! Your wanton slut!”

I hated it. The shame of my desires for my father swelled in me. I pumped my fingers faster and faster in my cunt. The pleasure radiated through me. My toes curled, my orgasm building and building in me as I pictured my father fucking me so hard.

He pounded me. His balls smacked into my taint, full of his incestuous seed. He wanted to breed me. He wanted me pregnant with his child. It was so wrong. I wanted to have Sven’s child, but just thinking of having my father’s son had me gasping.

“Yes, yes, breed me, Daddy!” I whimpered, lost to my depraved fantasy. “I need it. I’m your whore! You made me your slut!”

My pussy convulsed about my fingers. My orgasm surged through me.

I thrashed beside Greta and Shevoin, the mage spilling his cum into her once virgin flesh while I fantasized about my father doing the same. My cunt massaged my digits, sucking at them like they were a dick spurting hot jizz. I gasped and moaned.

My father made me into a slut and…

My eyes widened. “My father made me into his slut!”

Orgasmic pleasure burned through me as it clicked into my head. A rogue priestess of Luben… The clergy of the God of Love and Marriage were always married couple. A priest and a priestess. To be a rogue priestess meant she had to violate her marriage, to give into her lust and fuck another. To serve a different god: Las. The God of Lust. Defiler of everything Luben stood for.

And the night my father returned from seeing her, I was consumed by lust for him. He had a rogue priestess enchant his body, to make him irresistible to me. No wonder I couldn’t control myself. I hated the man and yet wanted to fuck him so badly.

“That Las-poxed bastard!” I hissed.

“Hmm,” Shevoin moaned, his voice throaty with pleasure.

I shuddered, remembering where I was. “Mmm, nothing. I should be going. You enjoy Greta. Collect all the pussy juices you want from her deflowered cunt. I expect her back in the morning.”

“Yes, princess,” he groaned and then kissed my bedmaid.

I rolled out of the bed, such anger swelling through me. I couldn’t wait for my Sven to crush my father.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Virgin’s Oral Fun

Kora Falk – The Forest of Lhes, the Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“I can’t trust you around the virgin, brother mine,” I purred, pushing Sven out of the tent, Zanyia and Nathalie lounging on the bedding behind me.

“Can I trust you with Nathalie, sweet sister?” Sven asked, not fighting me. He gave me such a wicked grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

“You can,” I grinned at my brother. “Licking pussy doesn’t pop cherries. But that big cock you have in your britches loves nothing more than deflowering maidens.”

“I won’t mess up,” Sven told me. “I can control myself. I didn’t violate her virginity when I found her.”

“And I want to keep her that way, brother mine. We need this fairy. So just keep watch. I’ll send Zanyia out to keep you company.”

“While you lick that eighteen-year-old virgin twat,” he groaned. “You are so cruel, sister dear.”

I beamed at him. “I’ll try to keep her from screaming her head off. I don’t want to torture you. Too much.”

“Such a cruel sister I love,” he groaned.

I leaned against him, my hands caressing his naked, muscular torso as I planted a hot kiss on his mouth, his whiskers rasping against me. A hot delight surged through me. But this was such a lucky opportunity. To play with a woman my brother couldn’t touch. I loved him, but he was still my brother.

I still had to be a bratty little sister from time to time.

I broke the kiss, leaving him sucking in deep breaths, his cock so hard. “Maybe Ava will show up. She’ll take care of you.”

“She said she was busy tonight finding out information,” he groaned. “You could take care of me.”

“Nope,” I grinned. “I have a virgin pussy to devour.”

Then I turned and ducked into the tent. Zanyia crouched naked by the eighteen-year-old virgin, her tawny tail swishing back and forth, her triangular ears twitching. She licked her lips, drinking in the beauty of the virgin in her rough-spun peasant dress, the brown skirt cinched high beneath her breasts, pressing the white bodice tight to her small tits. She had golden-blonde hair in twin pigtails, her face flushed.

“Are you really going to lick my pussy?” Nathalie asked. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Yum,” Zanyia groaned.

“I am,” I grinned. “While my brother keeps watch.”

“He could… lick my pussy, too,” the virgin moaned, her eyes growing dreamy.

She had a crush on my brother. How cute. “Nope. We need your maidenhead intact.”

“To be bait for a fairy?” She licked her lips. “This all sounds so… dangerous.”

“It is,” Zanyia purred, her hands reaching out, unlacing the skirt. It grew loose. Then the lamia pulled it off the girl, revealing the blouse was actually a slip falling down to the virgin’s mid thighs. Her legs were sleek and lovely.

I fell down beside her, caressing her face. “Once we have the fairy, Sven will take that cherry just the way you want it.”

The girl beamed at me. Then gasped as I planted my lips on hers.

She had such a soft mouth. So timid. She shivered beneath me as my tongue flicked across her lips, tasting her sweetness. Then she groaned, parting her lips and letting my tongue slide into her mouth. The eighteen-year-old virgin whimpered.

I kissed her harder as Zanyia unlaced the girl’s slip. Her hands parted the cloth, revealing two small breasts, little cones about the size of the lamia’s own tits. Purring in excitement, Zanyia licked and lapped at a pink nub. Nathalie moaned and whimpered into our kiss, her body shuddering.

I shivered in the kiss, loving this virgin experiencing her first touches of pleasure. Her tongue met mine, growing bolder and bolder as her pleasure mounted. She whimpered when Zanyia engulfed the pink nub, sucking hard on the virgin’s tit.

I broke the kiss, giving her a smile, the ruby amulet swaying with my tits as I shifted. “Doesn’t that just feel wonderful?”

The girl nodded her head, her blue eyes so wide. “Her tongue’s so rough. Ooh, I like it. And she’s sucking so hard.”

“Zanyia is such a wanton thing,” I grinned at her, my hand cupping her other breast. I moved down, flicking her nipple with my tongue.

Nathalie whimpered and shuddered. Her body squirmed as we played with her nipples. The virgin’s moans echoed through the tent. I knew my poor brother could hear her. I sucked harder on her nub.

“Kora!” she whimpered, her body bucking. “Ooh, that’s nice.”

My pussy clenched, juices running down my naked body. I shivered, my breasts jiggling, ruby amulet swaying between them, brushing the girl’s skin. Her hand reached out, brushing my round breast, squeezing my tit as her awakened passion drove her to explore her sexuality.

I nipped her nipple, making her gasp, her thighs pressing together, still covered by her slip. I stared down her body, wanting to unveil all of her. My hand pushed down her slip, revealing more and more of her stomach. Zanyia helped, purring as she suckled on the virgin’s other nub.

My hand uncovered a golden bush. My fingers rubbed through the silk. I shivered, feeling her heat soaking her pubic hair. I brushed her pussy, a tight silt aching to be filled. My digits parted the folds, brushing her intact hymen.

Oh, she was perfect to lure in the fairy. In a day or two, we’d have the key to get us to where that bastard hid his lodestone. The seat of his power.

“Kora,” the girl whimpered as I brushed her clit. “Ooh, that feels nice.”

“Yes, it does,” groaned Zanyia, popping her mouth off her nipple. “Ooh, let’s have fun.”

“Yes,” Nathalie whimpered.

I shivered, nodding my head. The three of us pressed our bodies together, licking, kissing. Our tongues danced across each other’s mouths. Our naked flesh caressed each other. Hot pussies rubbed on my legs, small breasts pressed into my sides. My nipples kissed theirs as we rolled around in the tent, touching and caressing each other.

“Your pussy is so hot!” Nathalie moaned as I ended up on my back. “Can I… Can I eat your pussy, Kora? I’ve always wanted to try. I’ve just been… so scared!”

“Yes!” I groaned, parting my thighs for the eager virgin.

“Enjoy her, Mistress Kora,” Zanyia purred, her tail swishing as she broke away. “I’m going to play with Sven. He needs me so badly.”

“Yes, yes, give my brother what he needs,” I groaned as the virgin pushed apart my thighs. She knelt between them, her braided pigtails swaying about her face, the ends brushing the slopes of her small breasts. “Please him.”

“I’ll give him my mouth and pussy,” Zanyia groaned and vanished out the tent.

“Just me and you,” I purred to Nathalie, cupping her face. “Mmm, eating pussy is so easy. Just do what comes natural to you.”

“I will,” the virgin said, her eyes at once both scared and excited as she stared down at my shaved cunt. My juices coated my vulva, more dribbling down to my ass. “That looks so good.”

Then, with a boldness that surprised me, the virgin buried her face into my pussy. I groaned at her tongue licking so wildly across my hot snatch. I gasped, her blue eyes staring up my tattooed body as she licked and lapped. I quivered, my pussy clenched in delight as her tongue danced through my folds, teasing me.

Pleasure spilled through my body as the virgin devoured my cunt. She feasted on it. Her lusts must have been bottled tight. And now I unleashed them. Her tongue licked and lapped, parting my folds, brushing my clit. Her fingers slid between my asscheeks, gripping them as she feasted and licked.

“Rithi’s delicate fingers and keen eyes!” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, you’re a natural at this, Nathalie.”

“Really?” the virgin asked with such breathy excitement. “You mean that?”

“Yes, you’re going to make me cum so hard on that licking mouth.”

“Yes!” she moaned in delight before burying her face back into my snatch.

The virgin’s tongue churned through my pussy. The eighteen-year-old girl feasted on me. I whimpered, my snatch drinking in the pleasure of her tongue. She swirled it around my clit, her lips briefly sucking before she buried her tongue into my cunt. She caressed my inner walls.

I gasped, my body bucking. My round tits heaved as the virgin’s amazing tongue danced through my folds. She was so skilled. She knew just where to lick, guided by her awakened instincts. I clenched the bedding while humping against her hungry mouth.

“Gods, yes!” I whimpered. “Just a natural!”

Her tongue fluttered through my depths, her cute nose rubbing on my clit. She moaned and groaned into my snatch, almost purring in delight. The sounds teased my folds, adding a vibrating delight that had me squirming.

“Slata’s hairy cunt, that’s good!” I moaned. “And Saphique’s sweet pussy. I’m going to cream your mouth.”

“Yum!” the virgin moaned between licks. She licked her tongue up to my clit.

I gasped, my body electrified as she flicked and batted my bud.

Pleasure surged through me. My orgasm swelled and swelled. Her tongue danced on my clit. My breasts and my amulet heaved as my juices flowed. The scent of my tangy musk filled the tent. I groaned, grinding my snatch on her hungry mouth, my labia drinking in the feel of her chin and lips.

I bucked as her lips sucked so hard on my clit. She nursed on my bud. Pleasure arched through my body, lightning crashing out of the sky. My snatch grew hotter and hotter. The pressure swelled until I trembled on the verge of erupting.

The virgin’s teeth nipped my pussy.

“Nathalie!” I howled, my orgasm exploding through me. “You wonderful virgin. Gods, yes! Drink my cream!”

Her lips abandoned my clit so her tongue could lap up my pussy juices flooding out of my spasming cunt. Pleasure washed through my body as she feasted. She licked up every drop she could, leaving me trembling. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I moaned and whimpered, such heat bursting through me.

Such delight. She made me groan and gasp. She had me shivering in delight. The euphoria surged through me. My pussy convulsed. This naughty virgin made me cum so hard. She was a natural at sex. She’d make my brother so happy when he took her virginity.

“Oh, Nathalie, you are such a treasure!”

“Will you lick my pussy now?” the virgin demanded.

“Yes, yes, let’s lick each other!” I moaned, needing more rapture.

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Sven Falk

I grinned as Zanyia sauntered out of the tent I bought today in the village. I had replaced the supplies we’d lost when we abandoned our mounts during the chase. My sister was so cruel to kick me out. But my lamia slave knew I needed relief. I let go of my cock, stroking it as I leaned against the tree.

“Master!” she purred, reaching me, her naked body quivering. She shifted, almost nervous, her small breasts jiggling. Her tail swished behind her. “I… I want to love you.”

“Always,” I groaned, pulling her to me.

Her petite body pressed against mine, my cock rubbing on her stomach. I kissed her hard, my tongue diving into my lamia’s mouth. She whimpered against me, arms going around my neck. I cupped her ass, squeezing, kneading her butt-cheeks. Our tongues danced, her kiss so eager, like she was trying to prove something.

Feminine moans came from the tent. Kora’s moans.

My dick throbbed against her stomach. Zanyia wiggled against me as we kissed. I groaned into our kiss, savoring the feel of her petite flesh against me, her nipples so hard. Her lips so sweet. I squeezed her ass hard, breaking the kiss to stare into her golden, slitted eyes.

“You make me so hard,” I groaned.

“I can feel that, Master,” she purred. “Mmm, maybe I should do something about it.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “With those lips.”

“A blowjob?” She sounded shocked. “Yes, yes, I can do that, Master. I can suck your cock. Anything for you. I… I love you!”

“And I love my little slave,” I groaned, squeezing her ass, speaking the truth. She’d grown in my heart, finding a place in there with Kora and Ava.

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Zanyia slid down my body. I groaned, loving the feel of her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing on my chest. Then she knelt before me. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched as they thrust out of her tawny hair. She purred as she grasped my cock in her trembling hands.

She stroked me, staring at the tip of my dick, her eyes so wide in awe. My slave worshiped my cock. I could feel it in the adoration of her gaze. Then she leaned in, her pink tongue swiping across the tip, almost hesitant.

My dick twitched.

She giggled.

“Mmm, that tastes good, Master.”

“You’re just such a slut for my cock,” I groaned, leaning back against the tree. “Just love it.”

She licked it again, her tongue swirling about the crown of my dick. Her hand seized the base, gripping it as she licked again and again. Her tongue caressed the sensitive tip, pleasure shooting down my shaft to my balls.

I groaned out my pleasure. She purred louder, golden eyes staring up at me. Her tail swished behind her as she leaned in and kissed at the tip. Then her tongue slid around the crown. She fisted my dick, licking faster and faster.

But I wanted more. I wanted those lips around my dick.

“Suck my cock!” I groaned.

“But you’re so big,” she panted. “Ooh, just such a big cock, Master.”

“And you love taking my dick in your mouth, slave,” I panted.

Zanyia shuddered. Her lips opened wide, sliding around the tip. Her forehead furrowed like she found it a challenge. She groaned, forcing her mouth to open wider and wider. She let out a choking sound and then groaned, her mouth fully engulfing my dick.

I was about to ask her if something was wrong, but then she sucked. Hard. Pleasure shot down my shaft. I groaned as she stroked my dick and loved it with her mouth, cheeks hollowing. She groaned, bobbing her head, loving my dick. Worshiping it.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, and move that tongue. You know I love that tongue dancing.” I shuddered. “Yes, yes, just like that. Damn, Zanyia, that’s good. I’m going to cum down your throat.”

She purred in delight, sucking so hard at my cock. Pleasure surged through me. I groaned, savoring her blowjob. Her mouth so hot and wet. Her tongue caressed my shaft as she worked those sealed-tight lips up and down my dick.

She purred, her moans humming around the dick. Her cat-like ears twitched, her tail swaying faster and faster. She sucked harder and harder, her blowjob such a sloppy thing. It felt so amazing. She slurped on my dick, making such obscene sounds as she pleasured me.

“That’s so good,” I groaned. “Mmm, yes you are such a great slut. Gods, I love you, Zanyia.”

She whimpered, sucking harder and harder. I groaned, sucking in breaths, my eyes flitting around our forest campsite. Wood creaked above, branches swaying in the breeze as evening deepened. The sun set through the woods behind us, stretching shadows long. I glanced at the tent, the canvas shaking as the moans echoed from inside.

Gods, I wanted to play with Nathalie so bad. I wanted to pop her cherry.

My dick throbbed in Zanyia’s hungry mouth. Just the idea of sliding into Nathalie’s eighteen-year-old, virgin twat had my balls boiling. I couldn’t wait for us to capture that naughty fairy playing pranks on the villages in the area.

Then I could enjoy Nathalie the way I’d enjoyed her mother.

“Zanyia,” I groaned. “I’m going to dump so much cum down your throat.”

She moaned so loudly, sucking so hard.

“Yes, yes, you’re such slut. I’m going to drown you in jizz. I know you want that.” Her hand stroked my dick faster. My balls tensed. “Yes, yes, take it, whore!”

My cock erupted. Cum spurted from my nuts and into Zanyia’s mouth. She gasped in shocked, her eyes widening. Jizz dribbled out of the corners of her lips as she gulped down my cream. I shuddered, her eyes fluttering as she sucked out every drop.

Pleasure surged through me. That wonderful, buzzing delight rippling through my body. I sucked in deep breaths as she sucked out the last spurt of my cum. She whimpered, her face twisting in surprise as she swallowed.

Then her mouth popped off my dick. “Wow, that was yummy! But now I need you! I need you in me! Will you… Will you take me, Sven!”

“Gods, yes!”

Chapter Thirty-Three: Fairy’s Naughty Fun

Kora Falk

Nathalie’s petite body draped over mine. Her trimmed, blonde bush pressed into my mouth. I shivered at the feel of her virgin pussy on my lips, her sweet cream trickling out. She tasted so similar to Zanyia. I rubbed her back as she licked and lapped at my pussy.

I returned the favor. I rammed my tongue into her pussy, feeling her labia caressing my mouth. I drank her juices, licking, lapping, sliding through her hot folds. She shuddered, moaning into my pussy, her skilled tongue swirling through my depths.

“So good, Kora!” the virgin whimpered.

“And you taste delicious!” I moaned. “Ooh, my brother’s going to enjoy this pussy.”

“He will!”

Our breasts rubbed against each other’s stomach. My nipples throbbed as Nathalie squirmed atop me. She kept wiggling and moving, her body so lithe. I caressed her back, making her shudder and moan into my snatch as she feasted on me.

Pleasure surged through me. I jammed my tongue deep into her depths. I caressed the walls of her pussy, driving her wild. Her pussy contracted on my tongue while her oral probe swirled through my snatch. She moaned out her pleasure, squirming on my face.

We devoured each other.

We plundered each other’s cunt.

Such hot rapture surged through my body. I humped into her hungry mouth as I ate her cunt. I drank her sweet juices, loving the flavor of her. Her musk lingered in my mouth. I whimpered, thrusting my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.

My fingernails scratched at her back as she found my clit again. Her tongue was amazing. She fluttered against my clit, batting it over and over again. I moaned and gasped, writhing in ecstasy on the bed.

“You’re going to make me cum so hard again!” I moaned.

“Good,” she purred. “Ooh, yes, don’t stop licking me.”

“Nathalie! I’ll make you cum!” I promised her.

I dove my tongue back into her pussy, the virgin shuddering atop me. Her nipples rubbed on my belly as I feasted on her sweet cunt. Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. Dribbles ran down my neck. I breathed in her delicious musk, my body growing hotter and hotter.

I came closer and closer to cumming. I whimpered, humping against her hungry tongue. We drove each other wild. My orgasm swelled and swelled in me. She had me whimpering. I found her clit, sucking on it while my nose nuzzled at her pussy.

“Kora!” she yowled.

And sucked on my clit.

We both came so hard. Our pussies showered the other’s face. I bathed in her sweet musk as my cunt convulsed. Rapture shot through me. It washed through my body, leaving me trembling and groaning. I shuddered, whimpering into her hot cunt.

She lapped up my cream while I licked up hers. We both moaned and gasped, filling the tent with our cries of passion and the musk of our pussies. The pleasure boiled through me, leaving my mind drifting on winds of rapture.

And we kept eating each other. Drowning the other in pussy juices and euphoria. Nathalie was such a naughty virgin.

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Sven Falk

I hauled Zanyia to her feet, her ears twitching. I spun the lamia round and pinned her lithe, petite form to the tree. Her gold-slitted eyes were so wide, so glossy with need and desire. She stared up at me as her hands grabbed my cock.

“Yes, yes, I need this in me. I can’t wait! Take me, Sven!” she moaned, guiding me between her thighs.

My cock rubbed through her soft, brown bush. I felt the tight slit of her pussy, coated with her cream. I shuddered, her hot flesh so inviting. I grinned down at her, my balls eager to unload into her pussy.

“I’ll fuck you so hard!”

“Yes!” she whimpered. “Do it! I need it so much! I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon!”

I thrust.

My cock pressed against something blocking her pussy. A membrane or something, like my lamia slave had somehow become a virgin. But my cock ripped through it, burying into a pussy so hot and tight. I groaned at the pleasure of her silky embrace, staring down at her face rippling with pain transforming into pleasure.

And then she wavered like a mirage.

Zanyia’s toothy grin and gold-slit eyes melted into the innocent face of Nathalie. Tawny hair became blonde, braided pigtails, round, human ears peeking out above them. She let out a whimper of delight, her thighs wrapping about my hips, holding me tight in her pussy.

“What?” I gasped. “Nathalie?”

“Yes, yes, fuck me like you fucked my mother!” the once-virgin girl moaned, her hips undulating, sliding that hot pussy up and down my dick. Gods, she was tight. “I need you to make me cum like her, Sven! To love me like you love her.”

Blue eyes beseeched me.

Confusion surged through my thoughts. I struggled to think, to understand how she became Zanyia… No, she was always Nathalie. It explained the trouble she had swallowing my cock. The shock she experienced when I came in her mouth. She’d never given a blowjob before and…

“Who’s in the tent with my sister?” I groaned, my hips pumping away on their own, plowing in and out of Nathalie’s deflowered cunt.

“Zanyia!” whimpered the virgin. “I left them in there. I needed you, Sven. I needed you so badly.”

From the tent, I heard Kora’s moans and Zanyia’s yowls, the pair cumming in orgasmic delight.

“Las’s putrid cock,” I swore, thrusting my cock over and over into Nathalie’s pussy. “What is going on?”

“You’re making love to me!” Nathalie moaned, her body undulating. “Oh, yes, I need that pleasure you gave my mother. I watched you… It was so exciting. I need it, too.”

“Gods damn,” I groaned, pumping away. “I’ll make you cum.” Everything was ruined. We’d have to find another virgin. But how had this happened?

I couldn’t think. Nathalie’s pussy too tight. Too hot. Her cunt squeezed my cock. The silky embrace sent pleasure rippling through me. I thrust away hard, pounding her once-pure depths. I savored defiling her eighteen-year-old twat.

She whimpered and moaned, her small breasts pressed against me, nipples so hard. Her arms were so tight wrapped about my neck, her thighs gripping me. She humped her hips, my cock stirring her pussy to a hot froth.

“I love it, Sven!” she groaned. “Ooh, yes, I needed this so badly. I needed you. You’re amazing! Such a stud! Yes, yes, yes!”

“And you’re such a little slut,” I groaned. “Mmm, just like your mother. Only better.”

“Better?” she breathed, beaming at me. “My pussy is better?”

“Tighter and hotter and silkier!” My balls smacked into her taint over and over. “I’m going to dump so much jizz into you.”

“Yes!” she groaned. “My pussy’s going to make you cum. Just like Mother’s did!”

“Only harder.”

Her eyes fluttered. Such a smile beamed across her face. “I’m better than her! Yes, yes! Cum in me!”

I kissed her, savoring the sweetness of her lips. I plowed into her cunt so hard, savoring her silkiness. The first cock to ever enter her. It sent such heady pleasure through me. I groaned, squeezing her ass, stars dancing before my eyes.

I’d spurt so much cream into her. I’d flood her once-virgin depths. I slammed into her, making her shudder against me. Her kiss grew so hot, her thighs squeezing so tight about my waist while her pussy got so hot. Her juices molten with her passion.

And then she gasped into the kiss. Her pussy convulsed.

I made her cum.

I savored her cunt spasming about my dick. I drank in the delight of her once-virgin flesh milking my shaft, so eager to be flooded by my cream. I thrust hard, burying to the hilt in her. Pleasure rushed down my cock.

I erupted into her eighteen-year-old cunt.

“Gods, yes,” I groaned, breaking the kiss.

“So good!” she whimpered. “Pater’s cock, you’re cumming in me, Sven! I love you!”

Her pussy rippled about my dick. She milked out my cock. I groaned, squeezing her to me as she convulsed about my shaft. My jizz spurted for the final time into her, the last blast of ecstasy firing through my body.

“Gods, you have a hot cunt,” I groaned. “Slata’s hairy pussy, you’re good, Nathalie.”

“And I love your cock in me,” she moaned. “Can you fuck me again?”

I shuddered, rational thought shooting through me. Something was screwing with us. “Kora! We have a problem!”

“What?” my sister moaned. Then she shouted in shock. “Zanyia! Las’s putrid cum, what are you doing in here?”

“Licking your pussy, Mistress,” purred my lamia slave.

“Just let them have their lezzie fun, Sven,” moaned the former virgin. “Please, please, fuck me again.”

Kora burst naked out of the tent, Zanyia on her heels. Pussy cream stained my sister’s face, her naked breasts heaving, flushed from her exertion. “Sven! You deflowered her!”

“I thought she was Zanyia!” I shouted back, the virgin still wrapped about my body, her hips shifting, sliding her pussy on my still hard cock.

“Oh, just fuck me again, Sven!” Nathalie groaned. “Let me love you over and over!”

“Boy, she’s a horny one,” a new voice said.

I spun around, holding Nathalie to me. Standing a few feet away was a naked girl, her breasts large and pillowy, nipples pierced by gold rings. Pink hair spilled about her shoulders and purple eyes studied me. Behind her, wings like a butterfly fluttered.

“I believe you’re looking for me,” the faerie said, something malicious in her voice. “But I don’t know why you’d bring a deflowered virgin? Those aren’t nearly as attractive as a girl with an intact hymen.”

And then the shadows, stretched long by the setting sun, writhed about me. I gasped in shock as they seized my naked calves. Nathalie’s pussy clenched down hard on my dick. She let out a surprised shriek as I darted back. I tripped over my own feet, falling backward.

I hit the ground hard, grunting, the faerie standing over me, arms crossed beneath naked breasts as the shadows undulated and danced.

To be continued…

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