The World of Erasthay

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

Chapter Thirty-Six: Fairy's Pillowy Bounty

by mypenname3000

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“So, will you let me play with you?” I asked, sliding my big, pillowy tits up and down Sven's cock. My nipples rubbed into his stomach. His cock throbbed between my boobs.

“Sure,” he grinned, running a hand through my pink hair. “You do have... incredible assets.”

I giggled at him, squeezing my boobies tight about his shaft. “These little things?”

“They're bigger than mine,” Zanyia said. “And Mistress Kora's.”

“And mine,” Nathalie said, the former virgin sounding in awe.

I shivered, wiggling my hips, feelling those three's eyes on my pussy. My honey dripped out of me. I trembled and groaned, sliding my tits faster and faster up and down Sven's cock. I knew we would have so much fun playing together.

And that bastard Gallchobhar would taste my mirth. Ooh, yes, he would.

My nipples throbbed against his muscular stomach. Kora's healing had fixed her brother to full health, the wound on his abdomen completely gone. Not even a scar remained. He was such a sexy man. Scars would ruin his masculine beauty.

“You do have wonderful assets,” Sven groaned, staring down at me with such hunger.

“And you're going to just unleash your yummy treat,” I grinned. “Just a fountain of creamy delight shooting from your shaft. Right?”

“Maybe,” he grinned. “If you work those tits fast enough.”

“What if I do this?” I asked.

Then I licked the tip of his dick when it emerged from between my pillowy mounds.

He groaned, face twisting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, that will work.”

I shivered, loving the taste of his precum on my tongue. I worked my tits faster, my nipple rings twisting against his stomach, sending delight shooting down to my wet pussy. Every time his cock appeared from between my boobies, I licked the swollen crown. I swirled my tongue around it, gathering more of his salty juices.

And then hands seized my ass. A lamia purred behind me before her rough tongue lapped through the folds of my pussy. I whimpered, my wings fluttering as Zanyia stirred up my snatch. I squeezed my tits harder about Sven's cock, drinking in the pleasure.

“Ooh, yes, you naughty slut, lick my cunt,” I moaned. “You're such a good slave.”

“I am,” Zanyia moaned. “And so are you.”

“What?” I gasped then shuddered as she licked through my pussy again. “I'm not a slave.”

“Sure you are,” she giggled. “That's how you play with Sven. You're either his woman, or his sex slave.”

“Does that make me his sex slave?” Nathalie asked, her voice girlish and tight.

“Yep,” purred Zanyia. Then she licked me again.

“I'm not his slave!” I gasped, wiggling my hips. I worked my tits up and down his dick. I took another lick across his crown. “I'll be his woman. Like the gemstone princess. Or Kora. But not his slave. I'm too hot to be his slave.”

“You promise?” Zanyia asked and then took another wonderful lick through my pussy.

Pleasure surged through me. Her tongue bathed my clit then lapped through my labia. “Yes!” I moaned without thought. “I promise to be his woman!”

“Do your really mean that?” she purred before thrusting her tongue deep into my pussy, wiggling it around.

She stirred such a wonderful froth of pleasure through my pussy. “Yes! Yes, I do!”

I sucked on the tip of Sven's cock, sliding my tits up and down his shaft. My butterfly wings flapped harder, the lamia's tongue caressing my sensitive flesh. She sent such wonderful pleasure shuddering through me.

Sven groaned as I loved his dick, still working my boobies up and down his cock. I humped back into Zanyia's licking tongue. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched, rubbing on my ass. A ticklish delight washed down to my cunt, building my orgasm so swiftly.

She was so skilled at licking pussy.

Then she sucked on my clit. Her teeth nipped it, sharp and playful. I groaned, my ass clenching. Her hands caressed my skin as her tongue bathed my bud. The rough texture felt so amazing. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

I sucked harder and harder on Sven's cock.

Then Zanyia pulled her lips away. “I don't know.”

My mouth popped off Sven's cock. “Don't know what?” I demanded. “How to make me cum? You're doing such a good job. Don't stop.”

She took a lick up my tight slit, making me shudder.

“I don't know if I believe you. Are you really my Master's woman?”

“I am!” I moaned. “I promise you, I am his woman and...” My eyes widened as the magic of my race settled into my bones. “Ooh, you tricked me! I love it!”

“I just made you horny,” she giggled. “You're born from Las, like me. Both our races are controlled by our genitals. Our pussies drive us. And you need to cum.”

“What?” Sven groaned.

“She tricked me into being your woman,” I grinned at Sven, my heart beating so fast for the mortal. “If a faerie promises something thrice, it binds her. And so I'm your woman. Your faerie-wife. Congrats!”

Then I inhaled his dick as Zanyia lapped at my pussy.

“Slata's hairy cunt!” Sven groaned.

“Congrats, brother mine,” laughed Kora. “I bet Ava will be thrilled to learn you have a faerie-wife.”

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Pleasure twisted his face.

It sounded like another fun game playing with the gemstone princess. I couldn't wait. My pussy clenched around Zanyia's probing tongue. Her purrs hummed through my flesh, making me shudder, swelling my orgasm.

I popped my mouth off Sven's cock, stroking his dick fast in my tits. I stared up at him, licking my lips in such hungry excitement. His dick twitched and throbbed between my big boobies. I knew his release hurtled closer and closer.

“Mmm, cum on my big tits, my husband,” I groaned, the words feeling so right pouring out of my lips. I promised to be his woman. I was his woman. It was just that simple to my people. “Just spurt that salty cum all over my lips.”

“Yes,” he snarled, his dick throbbing.

My pussy grew hotter as his dick erupted. Hot cum splashed across my face. The salty delight spilled over my cheeks and forehead, washed across my lips and nose. I bathed in it, reveled in his explosive passion. Magic wreathed his cock, enchanted it.

His sister's work. How naughty.

I opened my lips, letting cum spurt directly into my mouth. I savored the delicious flavor, swirling it through my mouth with my tongue. His spunk ran down my face. More splattered my tits as I squeezed out the last drops with them.

“Ooh, yum!” I moaned, wiggling my hips.

And then I came myself.

My wings fluttered hard. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Zanyia's hungry mouth. The lamia purred her delight, lapping up my cream. Her tongue flew across my sensitive labia, adding more delight shooting through me.

The ecstasy reached my mind. I loved it. I savored cumming. Zanyia was right. My race descended from Las, the God of Lust, fucking Cernere, the Goddess of Crime. We were horny, tricky creatures. And it was wonderful.

My tongue flew across my lips, gathering every drop of my new husband's spunk I could while the rapture boiled my mind. I knew I would have so much fun with this mortal. It would be just the best. Him, his sister-lover, his lamia slave, and the gemstone princess. The daughter to his enemy.

Sven fucking her was the most delicious trick of all!


Kora Falk

“Why don't you play with Zanyia,” I told the former virgin, her pussy spasming about my fingers ,my cunt writhing about hers. Our orgasms peaked as I stared at the cum splattered on the faerie's face. My brother's spunk.

I still wasn't about to trust Aingeal even if she was my brother's wife—spouses could betray you just as easy as a stranger—but I did want to have fun with her. I pulled my fingers out of Nathalie's deflowered pussy, the girl whimpering.

“Yes, yes, let's play,” Zanyia said, lifting her face from Aingeal's cunt. The lamia licked her lips, looking so much like a hairless cat. Then she scampered to Nathalie. “We need to talk anyways.”

I let that pass as Zanyia dragged Nathalie to her feet and led her to the tent. I trusted Zanyia. Even if I hadn't witnessed her risking her life to keep Sven from taking mine. The lamia had proved her loyalty.

She loved my brother as much as Ava or I did.

But this faerie... She was just having fun.

I fell to my knees by Aingeal. I nuzzled up against her face and licked the cum staining her cheeks. I shuddered, loving the flavor of my brother's spunk. The faerie turned her face, her purple eyes glossy with desire. Then she kissed me on the mouth.

Sven groaned, watching us snowball his cum back and forth. I didn't fight as Aingeal pushed me down to the ground. My tongue bathed her face, licking, lapping, gathering up every drop of my brother's cum I could. I savored the delicious delight. It melted on my tongue and made me tremble. My pussy burned with delight, simmering and begging to be touched.

Our mouths met again as Sven fell behind the faerie. She whimpered as flesh slapped flesh. I knew my brother had entered her. His dick filled her pussy. The faerie broke our kiss, gasping, her wings fluttering behind her.

“Fuck her, brother mine,” I grinned, wiggling on the ground. “Fuck her while she eats my pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” Aingeal moaned. “Such a wicked family I married into.”

“You have no idea,” I panted, seizing her pink hair and pulling her face down to my shaved pussy.

The faerie's lips touched my pussy. Her tongue snaked through my folds. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I humped against her, smearing my hot flesh against her lapping tongue, shuddering as she pleasured me.

I stared up at my brother, loving his muscular chest rippling as he took the faerie hard. His blue eyes twinkled with delight. He thrust forward hard, burying over and over into Aingeal's cunt. The faerie moaned into my twat.

Her passion hummed around my clit.

“That's it,” I moaned. “Mmm, what a naughty sister-in-law. So eager to eat my pussy while my brother fucks her cunt.”

“Oh, yes,” Aingeal moaned. “And it's such an amazing cock. Better than Cú Mheá's big dick.”

“I've got the best,” my brother boasted.

“Maybe,” Aingeal groaned. Then she buried her face back into my pussy, licking, lapping, devouring my cunt.

I shuddered on her face. Her tongue licked and lapped through my folds. My eyes rolled back into my head. My thighs squeezed down on her face. I whimpered. My moans sang through the air. My breasts shook and jiggled as my body thrashed on the ground.

Sven grunted as he fucked her. The faerie moaned into my pussy, bucking back into his thrust. Her wings shot up then flapped rapidly. Her tongue flew through my labia, licking at my folds with such an aggressive hunger.

“Oh, yes, you're going to cum on my dick,” groaned Sven, plowing into her so hard, his balls smacking into her.

“And you're going to fill your faerie-wife with so much jizz,” I groaned, my body trembling. “Just flood her cunt with your spunk.”

“Yes!” moaned Aingeal into my snatch. Her lips found my clit.

She sucked hard.

My body convulsed. My bud throbbed between her moaning mouth. She sucked on it, nibbling, teasing. Her body shuddered. Her wings flapped and twitched. Glossy, purple eyes stared up my body as she nursed on my clit.

Then she moaned so loudly. Pleasure crossed her face. Sven grunted, and I knew she came on his dick. Her hot pussy convulsed about my brother's cock, pleasing him. I shivered, my own orgasm swelling fast.

“Fill her with your jizz, brother mine!” I howled. “Do it!”

“Yes, sister dear!” he snarled, thrusting forward.

I stared into my brother's blue eyes. They swam with love and passion. I felt so close to him. He grunted. I moaned. Then we both came. My body convulsed as his cock unloaded his cum into the faerie's hot pussy.

I screamed out my rapture into the night. I humped against Aingeal. Such bliss shot through me. Such a thrill. I couldn't trust the faerie, but I could enjoy her. I would enjoy her. I would use her to please my brother and me.

And if she tried anything, she would pay. I wouldn't let her bind me up so easily next time. My magic would be ready. I was a priestess of Rithi. I knew art and beauty. And I would use it to keep my brother's wife from hurting him.

My pleasure peaked in me.


Zizthithana – Kozzithni, The Shahdom of Shizhuth

“Dread Istandar,” the trembling lamia said. She knelt naked before me; her body pressed almost flat to the ground; her tail draped across the floor.

I frowned at her, my coiled body shifting, scales rasping against each other. “I hope your news is greater than your impertinence for disturbing me,” I hissed. My tongue flicked out, tasting the lamia's fear. She looked up at me for a moment; her face covered in fading bruises. “If you displease me, you will make amends.”

Her ears twitched. Her eyes flicked to the skin draped before my throne, pale and supple; the finest lamian leather.

“My Lord and Master is dead, dread Istandar,” she squeaked. “I am no longer bound to his shadows.”

My fingernails tapped on the arms of my throne, my breasts shaking before me. “Gorth'in is dead?”

The lamia nodded again. “I... I am once again your... your slave, dread Istandar.”

My tongue flicked out, my stomach seething. My eyes flicked to my cruel knife. My anger needed an outlet. My hand reached for it. The lamia whimpered, her face pressed to the ground. Her fear became sweet terror.

And then the doors to my throne room opened once more. A human guard in black armor took three steps in, fell to his knees in a clank of metal. I winced, eyes narrowing on him. Perhaps I could use a new skin. Something darker to contrast with pale lamian.

“Dread Istandar,” the guard croaked. “An emissary from the Paragon demands an audience with you.”

A cold hand squeezed my heart. It took all my self-control to keep my scales from quivering. “Send it in.” My eyes flicked to the lamia. “You, slave, to the kennel with you.”

The lamia scampered to her feet, fleeing even as the monstrosity oozed into my throne room. I straightened my back, took in a deep breath. With Gorth'in dead, I did not have good news for the paragon.

“Have you recovered the phylactery yet?” gurgled the creature, a foul, and misshapen thing fashioned with forbidden magics. “The Paragon grows impatient with your delays.”

Damn Therek for getting killed by those humans. And gods curse Gorth'in for dying, too.

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