Kora needs her brother and her hermaphroditic lover to insire her raptuoruous art in her!
The Rogue's Harem
Book Two: Rogue's Wicked Harem
Part Six: Inspiring Art
Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.
Chapter Sixteen: Fairy Delight
Sven Falk – Queen Sidhe's Palace, Faerie
I rose from Queen Sidhe's bed, certainty settling upon me. I knew what to do: rescue Aingeal. No choice. I wouldn't let my faerie-wife perish. I brought her here. I promised to protect her. My eyes fell on Princess Siona. She took a step back from me, her purple-and-black butterfly wings fluttering behind her.
“Sven...?” she asked, her voice tight. “I know you care for her. I'm sorry, I tried to—”
I grabbed her by the shoulders, my fingers gripping hard. I pulled her naked form to me. She squeaked in shock, her big breasts bouncing before her. Her eyes widened. The air suddenly crackled with energy around her. She had power. She could throw me around like a ragdoll.
I moved my hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. I hefted them, feeling their lush weight. My fingers swiped around her nipples. She let out a whimpering sigh. She may have magical powers, she could bend me into a knot and leave me hanging from the ceiling, but I didn't care. I would master her.
“You're going to help me save Aingeal,” I told her, putting all my confidence, my dominance into her as I stroked those fat nipples of her. She shuddered, the glittering gold sparkling across her pale skin.
“N-no, I'm not, Sven. I tried to help her. For you. But you didn't convince my mother. I'm sorry.”
“Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”
She nodded her head, her nipples so hard against me. She shifted her hips, her wings fluttering around behind her. I massaged those nubs, making her hips squirm. She let out a whimper. Her lips parted, glistening, begging to be kissed.
“I made you explode, and you promised to help me.” I released her right breast, sliding my left hand down her taut stomach to her purple bush. Her juices soaked her silky hairs. Her thighs parted for me, welcoming my touch. When I reached her pussy, her back arched in wanton invitation. Her hips writhed from side-to-side, savoring my touch. “And you're going to help me save her.”
“I can't,” she whimpered.
I rubbed my fingers through her folds, feeling the heat of her cunt. My fingers slipped into her depths, her juicy pussy clenching down on my digits, begging to be filled by my cock. I curled my digits, sliding them along silky walls until I found that one spot.
Her pupils dilated. She let out a wanton moan as I massaged her.
“You can,” I growled. “You just chose not to. I just need information.” My fingers circled her spot, the bundle of pleasure every woman had buried in her pussy.
Her snatch squeezed and relaxed on my fingers over and over, her juices dripping down my digits out of her.
“Do you think it's right? She helped undo a great perversion happening in your mother's lands. You said it yourself when you saw the stocks.”
“I know,” she said, her voice quivering. “I saw. But... She assaulted my mother.”
“She didn't mean to. Duke Gallchobhar tricked her. He arranged for your mother to come through there.”
“She meant that iron dust for someone,” the faerie princess groaned. “She meant to hurt someone badly. It was a malicious joke.”
“I know. And I'll take her from faerie. She'll never return. Her punishment for her crime. But she doesn't deserve to die because she returned to Faerie to save people.”
Princess Siona shifted her hips more, her eyes fluttering as I massaged the spot in her cunt faster and faster. My fingers rubbed in circles on it, pressing hard against her slick, inner flesh. My dick throbbed hard before me, wanting to penetrate her. I grasped her left nipple in my other hand, pinching and twisting her fat nub.
Her wings spread wide. Her head arched back.
“So good,” she groaned. “Sven... That's so good.”
“Tell me how to save her,” I crooned, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “You don't have to help us more. You don't have to do anything to betray your mother.”
“She'll know,” Siona whimpered, her hips shifting from side-to-side.
“That you answered a few of my questions? That a human took advantage of your kindness?” I stopped rubbing her pussy.
She gasped, “No, don't stop.”
“Then just help me, Your Highness.” I licked her earlobe, her cunt clenching down hard on my digit. “Anything you can tell me.”
“Aingeal will be held in the cages until noon tomorrow,” she said. “At dawn, she'll be at her least guarded.”
“When is dawn?” I asked. “It's always night here.”
“You'll know it,” she panted. “The glow in the castle dwindles. You'll notice it dying as dawn approaches. Then it'll be renewed. That's when there is a shift change with the guard. It'll distract them. Your best chance to free her but...”
I rubbed her special spot. She let out a whimper, her voice so throaty.
“But we won't be able to get her out of the castle, will we?” I asked.
“You could, but you'd never make it to the mushroom ring through which you entered Faerie.” The princess's pussy clenched on my fingers as she spoke. I remembered the mushroom ring, a circle we found in the Forest of Lhes that Aingeal used to open a portal. “Mother's forces will hunt you down. You won't have much time before alarms ring out.”
“But you know a better way, don't you?” I asked her. I kissed at her jaw, caressing that special spot as I moved towards her mouth. “What is it?”
“In my mother's... private garden... is a mushroom ring,” moaned Siona, her lips so wet. Her body quivered, on the verge of her orgasm. “But her garden is warded by spirits. Any who enter it without her permission will be detected. The entire castle shall ring with warning. Guards will swarm you before you can even reach the center. I can't give you permission or do anything about the soldiers.”
“That's our problem,” I said and kissed her.
She pressed against me. Her pussy clenched hard on my digits. Then she writhed against me, moaning into my lips. Silky flesh convulsed about my fingers, juices flooding out of her as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, swirling around as her orgasm surged through her.
I held the kiss for a moment longer, then ripped my fingers out of her juicy depths. I had to find my women. We had plans to make.
Master's quarters in the palace were dazzling. Literally. With everything made of gold crystal, the light in the room reflected back at us from every direction, painting panels of bright light across our bodies. These faerie must be impressed by stuff like this, but it was distracting. My body twitched. I kept wanting to dart at any shifting beams of light and chase them around the room. My tail swished behind me, bristling with anticipation.
So instead of that, I crawled onto Master's lap as he sat down on his bed, the frame made of twisted braids of gold shaped like leafy vines. Mistress Kora sat beside him, with Ealaín standing before them and Nathalie kneeling on the floor, her twin braids of blonde hair falling down to her naked breasts.
Her titties were as tiny and cute as mine.
Master scratched absently at my tawny hair between my two ears. They twitched, and I purred happily as he explained to us what Princess Siona told him. He was such a wonderful man. I wasn't surprised at all that he wanted to rescue Aingeal. Not after he tried to free me from slavery, which was so foolish of him, but also so endearing.
I loved him so much.
“So we have to get her out of a cage and then we'll need a distraction to get us into the garden,” Sven said. “There's a courtyard that's full of faerie before it. They'll see us for sure unless we can get them cleared and out of our way.”
“Well, there's Conleth and Turlough,” Mistress Kora said.
Sven gave his sister a curious look.
“They are two male faerie that showed an... interest in your sister,” Ealaín said, her arms folded before her silver breastplate. She looked so fierce and martial standing before us, but yet so sensual at the same time with her armor molding to the shape of her curvy body beneath, her white hair contrasting with her black skin, and those eyes... So yellow.
They were both warm with desire and yet a cold. Like a gem, they could be both brilliant and yet hard and unyielding. She only truly cared about Kora's art. If she thought saving Aingeal would be a detriment, would she betray us to save Mistress's life?
She'd have to be watched.
“An interest, huh?” Sven said, glancing at Kora.
“They, uh, vowed to worship me and be my devoted slaves, brother mine. I... considered playing with them, but then I saw their cocks.”
“And they just couldn't compare with mine, eh, sister dear?”
Kora gave a tiny giggle. “Oh, no, if I tried them, I'd never want another dick again.”
Sven shifted then he gave his sister a cocky look. “You are such a bad liar. I thought an artist would be better at it.”
“Bad liar?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“No cock's better than mine.” He said it with such bold confidence. The type of boast that in a lesser man would be a sign of his insecurity. But with Sven, it was more a statement of fact. One he believed.
And one he'd proven many times.
Kora rolled her blue eyes, shaking her head in amusement. “I can ask them. I bet they could come up with a reason to clear the courtyard so we can pass through it. Then it's just the problem of the alarm that will trigger.”
“Mistress has her illusions,” said Nathalie. “She's amazing. That burning tree she created last night felt so real. The way the flames crackled and the light shifted.”
“My best work,” Kora admitted, “and Duke Gallchobhar saw through it with a glance. Faeries live with illusions and deceit. They're children of not only Las, who goes to great lengths of trickery to satiate his lusts, but of Cernere. None have more cunning than the Goddess of Thieves. They say she built a maze so complex to house her hideous son that none can find their way through it. One so labyrinthine he could never wander out.
“Anyone here will see through anything I make.”
I didn't like the tone to Kora's words. I perked up, staring at her as she lowered her head, something twisting her face. Almost like... sadness. A disappointment in herself. I wanted to crawl off Master and cuddle on her lap, to let her know that she was an amazing artist and that I loved what she did.
“I can help inspire you to improve your art,” Ealaín said. “It is why I am here, Kora.”
“To make illusions so good faerie can't see through them?” Kora asked, her voice strained by something. Doubt?
“If you have the confidence to do it and the right material.” The aoi si glanced at me. “If you paint with the right hues, well, it is more than possible.”
“Me?” I asked, perking up.
“She's looking at me,” Sven said. “She's talking about my cum.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” I said. Mistress Kora painted with her pussy juices.
“Yes, the cum of someone close to you can help you create an illusion with more verisimilitude,” Ealaín said. “And when you add the power of the divine imbued in my seed, you can paint something truly majestic. Something that will fool even the faerie.
“If you believe in your art, Radiant.”
“I know I believe in it, Mistress,” I said and then purred louder. I squirmed on Master's lap.
Sven patted his sister's hand. “I do, too. You're art has always stolen away my breath. Why not these faerie?”
Kora swelled up, staring at Ealaín. The confidence in the aoi si's gem-yellow eyes bolstered Mistress's back. That coldness in Ealaín's gaze now proved a strength. Those solid eyes would not yield before any of Mistress's doubts, could not be chipped away by any indecision she might have about the quality of her art.
Ealaín believed it, and the certainty of her belief bolstered Mistress.
“Okay, I can do this. I will do this.”
Sven nodded. “Now we have to figure out how to deal with the guard protecting Aingeal. Any faerie can use their magic, and it is powerful.”
“Yes, this world abounds with the spirits who love them,” Ealaín said, her eyes darting to the right like she could see something I couldn't.
“An illusion to distract them, brother mine?” Kora mused.
“Maybe,” Sven said.
My tail suddenly bristled. Faerie were children of Las as well as Cernere. “I have an idea, Master. But it's pretty naughty.”
Nathalie giggled. “Of course it's naughty, it's your idea!”
I gave her a toothy grin.
Chapter Seventeen: Inspiring Art
Ealaín slipped out of her armor, exposing those large, taut breasts swaying as she shifted. Her nipples hard. Sven, naked beside me, groaned as the sight of the aoi si's ebony beauty. I could feel his lust, but how would he react when Ealaín summoned her girl-dick? She could turn her clit into a cock.
Would he freak out? Would he get jealous? He didn't want other men touching me, but Ealaín was my muse. And she wasn't a man. Not with those big tits and that juicy pussy. I licked my lips as she exposed her shaved folds, her pink flesh peeking out of her vulva, dripping with her juices.
“So you both just have sex with me?” I asked, reaching over and grasping my brother's cock. “At the same time.”
“Lucky you, sister dear,” Sven said as his dick throbbed in my hand. His strong hand grabbed my thigh, stroking up and down it. “Just two people making love to you.”
“We'll see what you think when you see her cock, brother mine.” I looked at him. “Have you ever shared a woman with another guy.”
“I've spit-roasted a few whores,” he said, “with some drinking friends back in Az.”
I rolled my eyes. “You had such terrible friends at college. But you never shared Ava, did you?”
“No,” he said. “I wouldn't. But Ealaín, you are just... gorgeous.”
He grabbed the aoi si's breast with his free hand, hefting it. He thumbed her coal-dark nipple. The demigoddess moaned in delight, her citrine eyes almost glowing with the pleasure of my brother's touch.
“We are here to please your sister, not me,” Ealaín said. “Later, you can explore my body.”
“With your clit safely a clit,” Sven added.
“Yes, yes, I will be all feminine for you,” she said and then licked her lips. “But Kora... Kora needs something special.”
“I am a wanton woman, brother mine,” I said as Ealaín's clit throbbed and swelled, the pink bud thrusting out of the folds of her pussy.
“Pater's cock,” Sven groaned, his blue eyes widening as he watched that clit-dick thrusting from the folds of the hermaphrodite's pussy.
The shaft grew thicker and thicker, longer and longer. It darkened to the same midnight hue of her skin as it became a girl-cock. The tip blossomed into a mushroom-shaped tip. Precum bubbled from her tip, dripping down her crown to her shaft. Her pussy lips wrapped about that base, a sight so impossible.
It made my pussy so wet.
Sven groaned, his hands squeezing on my thigh. He gaped at that cock. His dick throbbed in my hand. He found the sight... stimulating. Feeling naughty, inspired to make such beautiful art with my two lovers, I leaned over and sucked on the tip of Ealaín's cock.
The hermaphroditic demigoddess let out a wanton moan as my lips slid over the crown of her clit-dick. Her breasts heaved over me as a shudder ran through her body. I sucked as hard as possible, my cheeks hollowing, pleasuring her dick while jerking off my brother's cock.
“Sister dear,” Sven groaned. “Gods damn, that is something to see.”
“Inspiring, no?” Ealaín said.
“Then what are you going to do, Sven? How shall you express what your sister is stirring in you. She is making art. And art exists to be seen, begs to be understood, and demands reaction!”
I shuddered in delight as Sven leaned over, ducking down to nuzzle at my stomach. He shifted away from me, pulling his cock away from my grip. I couldn't stroke him any longer as he kissed at my belly.
I moaned about Ealaín's cock. I squirmed on the bed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I savored the salty precum of the aoi si's dick. My mouth bobbed up and down on her thick shaft, sucking on it while my brother kissed down to my shaved pudenda.
I parted my thighs, my snatch growing so hot.
“You are so wet, sister dear,” Sven groaned. “Mmm, that scent.”
“I know, it is heavenly,” Ealaín groaned. “And her mouth... The way she moves her tongue.”
“I know. My sister gives great head. She always makes me feel like a king when she's sucking hard on my dick.”
Sven's words made me squirm. My confidence swelled even more. I was great at my art. I had skill at it. I wasn't perfect, I was still learning, but I could produce something majestic and inspiring. Sven and Ealaín believed in me.
I would make an illusion so perfect it would fool the faerie. And they would help me.
Sven lips kissed right above my pussy, savoring the taste of my skin on my plump pubic mound. Tingles shivered through me. My cunt clenched, my clit throbbed. His fingers shoved between my snatch and the bedspread, rubbing on my labia.
I groaned, squirming. I sucked harder on the dick in my mouth. Drool leaked down my chin as I bobbed my mouth. My tongue danced about the crown of her clit-dick, giving Ealaín as much pleasure as I could. Her citrine eyes fluttered. They shone with such brilliance. I inspired her.
My fingers found her pussy. I mimicked what my brother did to my pussy on hers. I stroked her silky labia as I sucked on her cock. Her juices coated my digits. Her spicy musk filled my nose as I bobbed my mouth on her cock.
“Ooh, yes, you are inspiring so much,” moaned Ealaín. “But this isn't why we're here. You're blowjob is amazing, but we need to prepare you for your performance this morning.”
She pulled her cock from my lips. “But I was having fun sucking you.”
“You'll have plenty of time for fun later,” Ealaín said. “Now let your brother and me pleasure you. Let me drive you wild with desire. Let us fill you with our passion so you can express it, so you can channel it, and make something stupendous.”
“Yes,” Sven moaned into my pubic mound.
Ealaín pushed me back by the shoulders. As I stretched out, I flicked my two braids of blonde hair out of the way so they didn't rub into my back. I squirmed, Sven's fingers curling into my pussy's depths. I shuddered at that, loving the feel of them probing into my depths, stirring such delight through me while Ealaín followed me down, licking her lips, such hunger painted on her face.
She wanted to feast on me. She wanted to devour me. To make me shudder and gasp in rapture.
And I wanted to let her.
I sucked in a deep breath, my heart thudding in my chest. I needed this. Wanted this. To be devoured. To be eaten out with such gusto that I quivered in rapture. My body trembled. The sight of her licking her chops in anticipation made me tremble. Her dark hands cupped my breasts, her fingers brushing the vines tattooed on the left. She lowered her face, her short, white hair brushing my skin like silk.
Then she latched on to my nipple and sucked.
“Slata's hairy cunt!” I moaned at the pleasure shuddering through me. Sven's tongue found my clit, licking and flicking it while he pumped in and out of my pussy while my nipple throbbed in Ealaín's mouth. “Ooh, yes, I can feel the passion I inspired in you.” I reached out, grasping Ealaín's dick. “So much passion.”
“My ovaries are swimming with seed with which to flood your ass,” moaned Ealaín between sucks on my nipple.
My pink nipple vanished into her dark lips. Her cheeks hollowed. Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My sheath tightened about my brother's probing fingers while his tongue... His sweet, wonderful tongue bathed my clit. He swirled about my sensitive nub, triggering sparks that showered through my snatch's depths.
I whimpered and groaned, the bed creaking as they pleasured me. In the background, Nathalie and Zanyia enjoyed each other, their moans and gasps a background symphony to the main show happening right here.
Sven sucked on my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes, brother mine!” I moaned, stroking Ealaín's girl-dick. Her pussy juices trickled down her shaft, lubing my stroking hand. “Show me your passion. Show me how much I inspire you.”
“So much,” he groaned about my nub. “You set my body on fire, sister dear.”
Ealaín purred around my nipple. Then her teeth nipped it. I gasped, my body twitching beneath their wondrous assaults. My pussy clenched over and over on my brother's fingers. They plunged faster and faster into my cunt's depths, my juice spilling out of me as he drove me wild with pleasure. It surged through me, leaving me quivering and groaning.
Gasping and moaning.
The bed creaked beneath me as I squirmed. My body undulated, buffeted by their delightful fingers. My toes curled as the pleasure built and built in me. My moans joined the sounds of naughty licking coming from the sex slaves.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Rithi's perfect art, you are driving me wild! You are going to make me cum. Gods, I want it so bad!”
Sven's tongue fluttered hard against my clit. He slipped a third finger into my pussy, driving me towards my orgasm. My snatch drank in the friction of his fingers. They stimulated my sheath, the silky delight spilling pleasure through me while my clit ached and throbbed. His tongue drummed on it, sparking so much rapture through my body.
Waves of delight rippled out of me as I came closer and closer to exploding. My pleasure built so fast in me. It drove me wild. My legs quivered and spasmed. Ealaín sucked so hard on my nipple, making it tingle. Little lightning bolts shot down to my pussy, electrifying my flesh and...
“Gods, yes!” I moaned, my face contorting. “Sven! Brother mine! Ealaín!”
Rapture exploded in me.
My pussy spasmed about my brother's fingers.
The delight surged out of me in mighty waves now. The euphoria washed through my body, spilling into every inch of me. My body bucked at the delight, my pussy aching to be filled by something more than fingers. I squirmed on the bed, sucking in such deep breaths as they played with my body.
“Rithi!” I groaned. “Make me a channel for perfect art!”
“Yes,” Sven grunted, lifting his mouth from my clit as his fingers plunged into me. “We're going to give you what you need, sister dear.”
Ealaín popped her mouth off my nipple. “Be inspired by our passion. Let it carry you to new heights of art.”
The pleasure carried me to new heights of rapture as my brother and the aoi si rolled me onto my side. Sven slid up my body. I pressed against his muscular frame, my nipples tingling on him. I kissed him on the mouth, tasting my tangy musk staining his lips. I melted into him, loving that flavor while I wiggled between them. Ealaín hugged me from behind, her breasts so soft on my back, her cock so hard prodding into my ass.
Lubed by my pussy juices, her slick shaft slipped into my butt-crack and found my asshole. My brother's dick prodded at the entrance of my pussy. Taboo lust shot through me as I burned for his incestuous shaft to bury into me while the hermaphrodite fucked me from behind.
I broke the kiss and screamed out, “Rithi's delicate fingers!”
Two cocks filled me at the same time. I hadn't enjoyed this pleasure in so long, filled by two dicks. It was such a wanton, whorish delight. My pussy and asshole welcomed their shafts. They filled me to the brim, their pricks both so big.
I squirmed between them, silky and velvety frictions sending pleasure rippling through my body. I whimpered, my holes clamping down on their penetrating shafts. Both my lovers groaned and gasped, savoring the feel of me about them.
“We're going to inspire you to make something amazing, sister dear,” Sven groaned, his blue eyes full of lust. He liked sharing me with a woman who had a dick. I could see it in his eyes, felt it in how he pulled back his dick and thrust into me. This excited him.
I would enjoy this delight so much going forward. I could love my brother and enjoy a second dick in me. I whimpered my pleasure and nuzzled my nose against his as they fucked me. They thrust their dicks into my holes, stirring me up.
“Yes, yes, inspire me!” I groaned. “Rithi's perfect art, yes! Plow your dicks in me! Give me the paint for my canvas!”
“You shall create a masterpiece,” the aoi si moaned, her tits so soft in my back, her cock so hard in my asshole. That wonderful combination of the feminine and the masculine made her so exciting. “Your passion shall explode out of you.”
“And ours will explode in you!” Sven grunted, plowing my pussy.
My snatch clenched about him, welcoming his incestuous cock with every thrust. I whimpered and shuddered. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in such a deep breath. It hammered hard in my chest. It made me squirm and groan. I whimpered, clawing his back, holding onto him so tightly as he pumped away at my cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes, brother mine!” I moaned. “You both inspire me!”
My body writhed between them. Their dicks plunged in and out of me at different rhythm. Sven fucked me so hard and fast, driving my bowels down the aoi si's girl-dick. Her crotch smacked into my rump every time she buried into me, her strokes full of such controlled power. She hadn't lost control of herself like my brother had.
I needed to change that.
I squeezed my bowels on her dick and unadulterated my hips. I turned my head, kissing her over my shoulder. She moaned, her hands squeezing my breasts pressed against my brother's chest. I shuddered as her fingers tightened while my asshole clenched and relaxed while my hips moved in just the right way to inspire her.
She moaned into the kiss, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She thrust harder. Her dick drove into the depths of my bowels. My velvety flesh drank in the burning friction. The heat swept through me and reached my pussy full of my brother's taboo cock.
Ealaín fucked me harder, faster, moaning and groaning. I inspired her.
“Oh, sister dear,” Sven panted, his hands stroking my side and thighs. “Explode on our cocks.”
He sucked on my neck as they fucked me hard. They both wanted to cum in me. To unleash their passion in me. I shivered between them, so eager for that moment. It built and swelled in me, reaching through my soul and beyond.
I would let it erupt through me. It would burst from me and bathe them both in my passion. I would milk their cocks dry of their seed, the hues I needed to paint my masterpiece. I whimpered between them, my orgasm swelling inside of me, inspired by their desire.
The strength of their passion.
Their hard cocks churned my body. They buried into me over and over. The dual frictions swirled in my depths. I whimpered into the kiss and then broke it, My back arched against Ealaín's tits, rubbing my breasts into my brother's chest.
“Brother mine!” I howled. “Ealaín!”
“Cum!” groaned the aoi si. “Let inspiration strike you like a thunderbolt!”
“Yes!” growled my brother, slamming his cock into me, his pubic bone grinding on my clit as I shuddered. “Let it out of you!”
“Gods, yes!” I moaned as the pleasure surged out of me.
My holes spasmed about their thrusting cocks. Juices flooded out around Sven's dick as he buried his incestuous shaft to the hilt in my convulsing depths. Ealaín moaned behind me as her girl-shaft reamed my writhing asshole. Stars burst before my eyes. Dual raptures bathed my mind in ecstasy.
Their dicks pumped so hard, with such frantic need, through my holes. My body convulsed between them, held by them. They groaned and gasped, our flesh slapping together as my holes milked their shafts.
I inspired them their climaxes.
“Radiant, take my inspiration!”
Their cum fired into my body. They bathed my two holes in their salty jizz. It spurted into my depths, the sexual fluids that would enhance my painting. Feeling two streams of spunk fire into my body, one from the brother I loved with all my heart and the other from a naughty hermaphrodite, sent my lusts surging through me.
I came even harder.
I moaned out in wordless pleasure as I spasmed between hard chest and soft breasts. They held me. They filled me with their passion. They loved me as I whimpered through my rapture. Stars burst before my eyes.
A vision blossomed in my mind. I witnessed what I would paint. Saw how to make it so real, so perfect.
“Rithi, yes!” I screamed as inspiration consumed me.
Chapter Eighteen: Impending Freedom
Princess Ava – Echur, The Kivoneth Princedom, The Strifelands of Zeutch
The stables smelled of horse, that earthy scent that always lingered on them. I stroked Delicate's neck as I tightened the girths of her saddle. It was the first time I had done it, but I had watched the stable boys do it carefully over the last year. In the back of my mind, I always knew it might come down to me having to flee the castle.
Flee my father.
I pushed thoughts of my father out of my mind. This wasn't the time to get distracted. Already that hot itch filled my pussy. I squirmed my hips, sucking in a deep breath. I bit my lower lip hard, almost drawing blood. The pain flared.
My lusts retracted.
Damn that spell my father had cast on me. If I ever found the corrupted priestess of Luben who did this to me...
I'd have her spanked. Sven would be more than happy to do it for me.
Once I had Delicate's saddle cinched as tight as I could make it, I filled the saddlebags with the supplies Greta had filched from the kitchen. The mare gave a whinny, her white tail swishing from side-to-side. She was a gift from my mother right before her passing, given to me when Delicate was just a filly and I was still a virgin. We had both grown up together, her into a magnificent horse with a white coat, almost a brilliant ivory, made more so by the black socks of her forelegs.
“How's it going, Your Highness?” my maid asked. She peeked over the wooden wall from Prancer's stall. “I'm ready to go.”
“Almost there,” I said. Greta had actual experiencing saddling a horse. She grew up on a farm before she found work in my father's castle first as a scullery maid and then as my bedmaid. She enjoyed riding Prancer, a gelding, as much as I loved Delicate.
The stable door creaked open.
I froze as one of the stable boys trooped in. It was so early. I wanted to be out of the castle at dawn. Why was he here at this hour? I heard him moving around, greeting the horses in with mumbling words that I almost couldn't understand.
He paused. “Ees someone in t'ere wit' Delicate?”
I took a deep breath. This wouldn't ruin my escape plans. It couldn't I had every right to be here.
“Nope, I'm in with Prancer,” Greta said. She slipped out of her stall. “Hey there, cutie,”
“Cutee?” the stable boy said, his mouth sounded like it was stuffed with raw fat. “Wot choo doin' here, maeed?”
“Just getting the princess's horse ready. She wants to go for an early ride.”
“Coulda done that for choo,” he said. “Be more 'n 'appy do it.”
“Mmm, I bet you would be,” giggled Greta. She had such a whorish quality to her voice, purring like honey. “Big, strapping lad like you would've gotten done a lot faster, wouldn't you.”
“Oy would,” he said, sounding so proud.
I licked my lips. If he found out I was saddling my own horse, there would be questions. Princesses didn't do something so crass.
“But choo a maeed, choos work up eem dem castle. Choo don't be doin' such work down heeere. Wot choo really doin' down heeere?”
“Maybe... I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”
My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using herself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.
“Yeesh,” groaned the stable boy. “Yeesh, that's nice.”
“You like my pussy, huh?” Greta moaned. “Ooh, I bet you do. With such a big cock. Mmm, just pump that big dick away in me.”
The hay rustled more. My pussy grew wetter and wetter as I listened to him fuck her. I squirmed my hips. I needed satisfaction. I pressed myself against the stall wall, fighting the urge to masturbate as the hay rustled louder and louder.
Greta squeaked and groaned her pleasure. I imagined her large tits jiggling in the bodice of her dress, her face wrinkling as the stable boy fucked her so hard. His ass pumped up and down in my imagination, driving his dick into her blonde-furred muff.
“Ooh, yes, just work that dick in me!” gasped Greta. “Such a strapping man! Oh, yes! Gods, you are fucking me.”
“Just sweet honee,” he groaned. “Sweet honee pussee!”
“Yes, yes, I have sweet honey!” gasped my maid.
I needed a cock in me. My father's cock.
I could go to him. I could reach my father and slip into his bad. He would fuck me so hard. He would drive his cock into the depths of my pussy. I'd moan and gasp beneath him. He'd fill me to the hilt. I squirmed against the side of the stall, the lusts surging through me. It would be so easy. He was waiting for me.
He needed to be in me. He needed to fuck me. Only he could satiate me. I just had to go to him. Why was I fleeing the castle? He wouldn't be able to slip his cock into me and make me cum if I left. I wouldn't explode with incestuous rapture ever again.
“Yesh, yesh, work dat honee pussee on my prick! You love me big prick!”
“So much!” squealed Greta.
I could make those sounds for my father. I could gasp just like that. My pussy could make his dick feel as good as the stable boy's prick. Juices ran down my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting so hard against them.
Sven's face filled my vision.
His blond hair flowing about his handsome face. My dashing rogue smiling at me in that cocky manner. His cock would give me just as much pleasure. More pleasure. He didn't use me. He didn't want to violate all the laws of nature by fucking me.
I had to remember that. I focused on that as the stable boy grunted, spilling his seed into Greta's pussy. I bit my lip, focusing all my desires on Sven. I had to go to him. I had to flee to him. Only then would I be free of these depraved, incestuous lusts driving me to my father. He could help me break the spell on me.
Then I would be free.
“Oh, yes,” whimpered Greta. “You're pumping so much honey in me. You have such salty, thick honey.”
“Oy do,” the stable boy groaned. “Yesh, oy do.”
Greta made a giggle. Straw rustled as I sucked in a deep breath. And then I heard snoring. The stable boy must have fallen asleep. I grabbed Delicate's reins. It was time to leave my father's castle and escape. Shevoin would ensure that my father looked in the wrong direction for me. I would reach Sven.
I would be held in his arms again. For real this time.
Aingeal – Queen Sidhe's Palace, Faerie
I deserved to die.
I didn't want to die.
My emotions were a tumultuous mess as the night passed so slowly. It dripped by as I squirmed in my cell. Dawn approached. The glow that had suffused the crystalline structure, dwindled. It would be renewed again after the new day started, a subtle radiance that lit up every inch of Queen Sidhe's palace.
And meant it was closer to noon. When my execution would occur. Prisoners were always condemned at noon, when the greatest of Faerie's moon hovered overhead, the great, golden sphere.
I didn't want to die.
My own thirst for vengeance landed me here. I thought it worth any price to pay to kill Duke Gallchobhar. But now I knew what it was. I only had an extra day than him. I hugged myself, missing my wings.
I wanted it to be over. I hated this waiting. It was the worst. Why couldn't she just have me executed last night?
And yet... The longer it took meant one more breath of air. One more beat of my heart. One more moment of hope that I might, might be spared. That Sven would somehow convince her of my innocence or that he would do something foolish and set me free. The sort of act a hero in a bardic epic would perform.
The three of the four guards watching me stretched and marched from the chamber. The final guard yawned, his red butterfly wings fluttering. His shift was almost over. The guards had to fill in their relief on what had happened, a formality since nothing occurred.
A purring sound pricked my ears. I shifted, the shiver manacles binding my wrists together, and preventing me from communicating with the spirits that abound in Faerie, clinked.
Zanyia stalked into the room, her tail swishing back and forth. She had a big smile on her face as she padded towards the guard. I sat up, my heart beating so fast at the sudden appearance of the lamia. She was naked, her tawny hair spilling about her mischievous face, her triangular ears twitching in rhythm to her swaying tail thrusting from above her supple ass. Her small breasts jiggled, her nipples hard. Passion had darkened her trimmed bush, her dew glistening.
“Ooh, aren't you such a hunk,” Zanyia said, approaching the guard. “I love the color of your wings. It matches your eyes. So strong and powerful. Crimson is my favorite color.”
Sven went with something foolish.
“You shouldn't be here,” grunted the guard. He tapped the butt of his bronze spear on the ground.
She reached him, rubbing her cheek against the greave adorning his leg. “Shouldn't? I thought I was a guest here? What's wrong with a guest exploring the house in which she was so graciously invited?”
“This is the queen's dungeon, not the queen's residence,” he growled. “Get out of here.”
What was Sven up to? Why send in Zanyia?
“I'm just so bored,” Zanyia said, undeterred. “Won't you... play with me?”
The guard kicked out with his foot, not hard, but enough to knock Zanyia onto her backside. The catgirl rolled up into a crouch, blinking her cat-slitted eyes as she stared up at the guard. Shock flickered across her expression. Then she pouted.
“Don't you want to play with me?” she asked in such a pouting, purring tone. “I just want to have some fun. And you're such a handsome faerie. With all those muscles. You're not soft like the other male faeries I found.”
“Exactly.” The guard banged his spear butt hard into the ground. “Get out of here.”
Zanyia's pout increased. “Fine. You're no fun.”
Then she turned around to slink back the way she came. I frowned, confused, what was the point of this? How would this help me escape? If she came here to seduce the guard to distract him, it had failed.
The hope that her presence had cultivated, died. Sven, despite his skill at fighting, couldn't overpower a faerie unless he caught one by surprise. I lowered my gaze and hugged myself tight. I didn't want to die.