The World of Erasthay

The Rogue's Harem Book One: Rogue's Sultry Women

Chapter Thirty: Pleasant Pastime

by mypenname3000

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Kora Falk

“Oh, yes, princess,” I moaned, lying on my back in our camp at the forest's edge. I shuddered, humping my pussy against the rosy lips of Ava's proxy, the stone tongue lapping through my folds. “Mmm, I wish you could taste how hot you make me.”

“Me, too,” Princess Ava moaned, the flecks of crystal in her eyes gleaming in the setting sun. “But once you reach my father's secret and stop his army, then we can be together for real.”

“You'll marry my brother,” I moaned. “And I'll be his spinster sister.”

“And our bed warmer,” grinned the princess, her rose-quartz face smeared in my pussy juices. “Sneaking in at night to revel in passion with us.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, eager to share the princess with my brother.

Such joy beat in my heart. It handed dwindled at all over the last few days. The incestuous love I shared with Sven didn't have to end with our vengeance. We could continue to share our passion for each other. I was so thankful that Ava understood our love. Approved of it.

Was willing to share it.

“Your brother will have quite the harem,” grinned Ava. She took a fluttering lick through my pussy, ending on my clit. “Me, you, Zanyia. And there's my bedmaid, Greta. I want to see Sven take her cherry and fuck her hard.”

“Ooh, you wicked princess,” I said then gasped, her lips sucking hard on my clit.

“So wicked,” she moaned between sucks and nibbles on my bud.

I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me. I humped against her lapping tongue, my fingers stroking her strange, stony hair. My fingers caressed the thick locks of carved hair, lick and ropy and so smooth. I pulled her face tight against my pussy, my round breasts jiggling as she licked and lapped.

I stared up at the tree above us, the branches swaying, almost moaning like it shared the same wicked pleasure as me. That made me grin, imagining a tree cumming thanks to a wicked princess's licking mouth.

Or maybe just getting off on watching our lesbian passion.

“Ooh, yes, princess,” I moaned, staring up at the swaying branches, leaves so dark as twilight deepened. “Just devour my snatch. Make me cum on those royal lips.”

“Yes! Shower me in your tangy cream!”

The princess jabbed two fingers into my snatch. I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on them. My body shuddered, such hot rapture rippling through me. I humped against her plunging digits, loving every moment of them penetrating my hot snatch while her tongue flicked against my clit, attacking it, driving it wild.

My bud drank in the sensations. My pussy tightened on her plunging fingers every time she buried them into my snatch. My cunt drank in the friction, making my body heave, my round breasts jiggled. I moaned out my passion into the evening air.

“You naughty princess!” I gasped, my entire body bucking as she slipped a finger into my asshole. Her finger probed deep into my bowels. I shuddered, the digit wiggling in me, adding such a velvety delight to her other actions. My asshole clenched down on her finger, my pussy drinking in the pumping glide of her other two digits.

I humped against her, her tongue flicking faster and faster at my clit. My orgasm burned through me, growing, swelling, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head. I let out a whimpering groan of rapture as her fingers curled in my snatch.

Brushed that special spot.

“Princess!” I howled, quivering in rapture. “Oh, princess, yes!”

I came.

My pussy and asshole writhed about her probing fingers. My juices flooded out hot around her digits, splashing her rose quartz face. Pleasure rippled through my body as she lapped up my cream. Her tongue danced across my pussy lips, keeping the rapture alive in me. I groaned and gasped, trembling as it spilled through me.

Gave me such wonderful delight.

Stars burst before my eyes. I imagined the tree moaning louder with me, cumming in tandem with the rapture exploding out of my cunt. My body bucked and heaved. My fingers pulled at the bedding I thrashed on, gripping it as the ecstasy drown my mind.

“Such a hot pussy,” groaned the princess. “Mmm, so much cream pouring out of you.”

“So much!” I whimpered then gasped as she sucked on my labia with her lips. They felt so real. So alive despite being made out of quartz. “Ava!”

“Mistress Kora!”

As I thrashed, Zanyia scampered into camp, her tail swishing behind her, firm tits jiggling. She threw herself on her knees beside me, staring down at my cumming face. She licked her lips, her entire body bursting with excitement.

“We found her!” squealed the lamia.

“Wonderful,” I moaned, my pleasure peaking in me.

A moment later, I heard the clop of hooves. Then Sven appeared, riding a roan horse and leading a second mount, a palfrey. A girl sat on the saddle before him, maybe fourteen, her blonde, braided pigtails bouncing across her chest. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were wide.

“Oh, my,” the girl gasped.

“I told you we were on an important quest,” Sven said, holding her tight. “And you're so important for us to complete it. You're just want we need.”

The virgin beamed as she squirmed.

I shuddered in pure delight. One more step to stopping Prince Meinard and avenging our murdered parents and sister.


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

“She's perfect,” I beamed as I opened the eyes of my real body. I lay in my bedchambers in my father's castle, my bedmaid lifting her face from my thighs. My cream adorned her lips, her golden-blonde pigtails framing her mischievous face.

“Who is, princess?” she asked, licking her lips, sweeping up my fresh-tasting cream.

“Nathalie,” I sighed as Greta crawled up my body. She liked licking me while I inhabited proxies.

“Is she the virgin?”

I nodded pulling Great close to me. “They'll have the fairy soon. And then I'm going to be Sven's wife.” I gave my bedmaid a naughty grin. “And you know what that means, don't you?”

She licked her lips, trembling. “No.”

My hand slid down my bedmaid's naked back to cup her ass. I pulled her close to me, feeling her wet pussy and thick, silky bush rub on my thigh. “He's going to pop that cherry. My husband is going to break in your pussy.”

The girl trembled, her blue eyes so wide. “If that's how you want to spend my cherry.” She snuggled closer to me, humping that hot pussy on my thigh. “But it seems like such a waste to me.”

“A waste?” I frowned. “Giving your virginity to the man I love is a waste?”

“Well, he loves you. Nothing will change that, least of all giving him my virgin twat.” Greta nuzzled her lips into my ear. “But I had an idea. A way you could get true value from my cherry.”

I squeezed her sixteen-year-old rump. “What?”

My eyes widened as Greta whispered her naughty plan.


Aingeal – Forest of Lhes, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“What an appealing virgin,” I purred, pulling my fingers out of my pussy. I licked my honey-flavored cream off of them as the mortals settled in for the night. Nathalie intrigued me. Her purity made me flutter. It was so alien to a fairy.

So unique.

Even knowing she was a trap made me want to swoop down and have fun with her. My butterfly wings fluttered. But I had a naughtier plan. Something far, far wickeder My heart quivered in excitement.

It was time to let the fun begin.

To be continued...

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