The World of Erasthay

The Rogue's Harem Book Two: Rogue's Wicked Harem

Chapter Fifty-One: Merging Souls

by mypenname3000

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Kora Falk

I didn't know what to do. My illusions weren't working. The ogre just ignored them to fuck Zanyia. She looked so small and fragile before the hulk as his body reared over her. He thrust so hard into her, fucking her with brutal force. I winced, hugging myself, my pussy clenching in sympathy.

Zanyia moaned and gasped. She purred and bucked. She was taking the pleasure, providing a final distraction to let us kill the ogre. But what could I do? Ava lay broken. I didn't have a weapon. Where was my brother?

If the monster came in Zanyia, if he bred her, she wouldn't survive the pregnancy. Ogre spawn grow fast. In hours, the brute's offspring would rip out of her belly. No woman survived an ogre's embrace.

I looked around. I needed a weapon. There was so much wreckage strewn about the boarding house. More walls lay destroyed. The building shuddered. It felt on the verge of collapse. Where was Sven? Ealaín? Where was Aingeal?

“Rithi, please,” I prayed, my knees buckling. “Someone, I need help!”

I spotted Ealaín's war hammer lying half-buried by rubble.



I felt something, someone, calling to me. A voice whispering to me. It was so familiar. I swam through the darkness around me, reaching out towards it. It begged. It pleaded. The voice sounded so desperate for aid. My awareness chased it.

I entered something broken. Something occupied by... by another entity. I felt it quiver in shock.

“Aingeal,” the entity whispered to my soul. “Is that you?”

“Ava?” I gasped as I sank into the vessel the entity occupied. I entered the feyhound's body. I gasped, my awareness spreading through the spirit magic animating his form. The abstract energies of creation that bound the wicker and animated the feyhound before Ava claimed him as a proxy, still lingered.

They still held the body together.

“I need help,” Ava said, her voice echoing in my soul. “The ogre's fucking Zanyia and Sven's missing.”

“What?” I gasped, shuddering to think. The last thing I remembered was darkness covering my sight and...

Was my body unconscious? Broken? I must have flown into something while flying. Was I injured? Dying?

“Wait, an ogre?” I asked. I could see through the feyhound's acorn eyes. I looked past broken floors and ruined walls to see a swallow-skinned ogre fucking Zanyia. The brute held her small body in a single, massing grip as he rammed his massive dick into the lamia's pussy. Two other Zanyia's pranced around the ogre, wiggling their asses, but they didn't feel quite real.

Illusions. Kora's doing.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“One of the naga's minions and an ogre found us,” said Ava. “Sven carried my body to safety and he hasn't returned. I think something's attacked him. Kora's trying distract the ogre and... and... I'm broken. I shouldn't even be in in the proxy any longer. There's something different about it.”

“My spirits are holding it together,” I answered her. “This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be in here. I'm not an imbuer.”

“I know,” Ava said. “I don't get it either. Does that matter right now. Can you do anything?”

“I...” Spirits rose and danced through the world, invisible to anyone who didn't have faerie blood. “I can.”

I seized a green enhancement spirit, sending it down into our broken body. Purple light burst around the shattered form of the feyhound. Wicker groaned and snapped back into place. Our vessel moved and shifted as more and more enhancement spirits flowed down, eager to help me out, to defend me.

“Aingeal, yes!” Ava gasped in such delight. “I can move my legs. I can lift our head.”

I gasped as the feyhound moved, rising on its haunches. I wasn't controlling the flesh, Ava was. But I could see through the sense, feel the body, touch the spirits in the world. They recognized my awareness.

What is happening to my body without my soul in it? Nothing bad happens to Ava, but... She's an imbuer.

I shoved that fear down. I had to focus. Zanyia needed us.



The human's cock slammed into me, so thick and stimulating. He fucked me hard as I twisted around him. My body clenched and relaxed about his strong form. Anger surged through me, mixing with my lust, enhancing it.

He dared to call me a naga-slut!

“Gods, you have a hot cunt, naga,” he groaned. “Mmm, yes, just so hungry for my cum, aren't you? But you don't get a drop until you orgasm.”

I wanted to orgasm. I shouldn't. I should just squeeze the life out of him, but that cock... “Las damn it!” I snarled, humping back against him, his face rubbing between my breasts, cheeks covered in stubble. I loved how he rasped on my silky flesh. “You've only brought yourself a reprieve, human. Once my lusts are satiated...”

“You'll want more!” he promised then engulfed my nipple.

He sucked so hard on my nub. My human half quivered, my arms grabbing his shoulders, fingernails biting into his skin. The sucking pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter about his body. His strength felt so delicious against my scales as I undulated and fucked back against his thrusts.

Balls smacked into my belly scales, full of his cum.

I wanted his seed spurting into me. What a strong daughter he would father. An heir worthy of ruling an empire. My tongue flicked faster. I would enjoy crushing the life out of him after his seed spilled in me.

“Yes, yes, human, dump your seed into me. Breed me.”

“Naga-slut!” he snarled about my nipple.

I whimpered. I truly was a naga-slut, and I didn't care right now. My body craved his seed. My cunt grew hotter and hotter about him. Such a strong daughter. My fertile pussy drank in the friction of his thrusting cock, fanned by his mouth sucking back and forth from my nipples.

His left hand moved through my coils. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy's folds. He stroked up and down around his cock, his finger stimulating me as his thick shaft buried over and over into my pussy.

I writhed on the street, rolling us over as the pleasure built in me. His calloused finger found my clit. I gasped as he stimulated it. He massaged the bud hard, making me clench and relax my coils about his body. He thrust so hard, fucking me with such passion.

“Oh, yes, dump your seed into me, human,” I hissed, my eyes fluttering. I stared up at the night sky, the bellows of the ogre distant as he rutted with Sven's women. “Give me a daughter!”

He growled about my nipple, his cock plunging into me, stirring me up, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. My clit drank in the feel of his massaging finger. Sparks showered through my cunt, swelling my pleasure.

My eyes fluttered.

My fingernails bit into his back.

My cunt clamped down on his dick.

He buried to the hilt in me. The friction stimulated my sensitive flesh. A ripple of heat slammed into the orgasm growing in the core of my body. My entire body squeezed down hard on his flesh. I could feel his bones creaking.

He groaned about my nipple.

My pussy erupted about his cock.

I gasped as the pleasure surged through me. My cunt writhed and massaged his cock, sucking at it. I wanted to feel his cum spilling into me. That hot spurt of seed fertilizing my pussy. Stars washed across my vision.

“Las's wondrous cum, yes!” I howled. “Oh, yes, yes, gods, spurt that seed into me, human!”

Ecstasy consumed me.


Sven Falk

Zizthithana's pussy writhed about my cock, sucking at my cum, wanting me to unload inside of her. I shuddered as her body clenched tight about me. I sucked hard on her nipple. My finger kept diddling her clit, her juices gushing out around my cock, bathing my hand and crotch.

Her looped coils slackened about me as she screamed out in ecstasy.

I acted.

I pulled my body, using my free hand grabbing her breast for leverage. I gripped that mound with such a tight grip as I hauled. I popped out of her coils, my dick coming free of her spasming delight. I spilled out onto the cobblestone in a tumble.

“You!” she snarled, her face contorted into rapture as I gained my feet, eyes casting around. I spotted my sword.

Scales slithered on the ground behind me. She hissed her fury. I sprinted forward and dove for my weapon.



I snarled in frustration. My pleasure coursed through my body. My pussy spasmed around nothing now. I never let a cock spurt cum into my body to fertilize my egg, to plant a daughter in my belly. Not until I found the right man.

This man. And he denied me his jizz?

“You limp-dick bastard!” I howled, rising. “Dauthaz's deathly touch, I will squeeze every drop of cum out of your body, Sven! I will MILK you dry! Your seed is MINE!”

I slithered after the fleeing human. The cobblestones rubbed on my belly scales. My tits heaved before me. My hands contorted into talons. I would rip out his throat as he came in me. I would feast on his blood as my pussy feasted on his seed.

He owed me a daughter. He owed me his life. I was the Istandar of Hizzithya. I was the future empress of Shizhuth. I would unite my people. Not that Shuzizzra bitch! Then I would conquer all the lands west of the mountains. These weak, rich lands.

Fury hissed out of me. Shadows writhed around me. Sven came up from his roll as I reared over him. I sent the darkness surging at him as he spun around, his muscular back flexing. He came into a full stand, looking so strong, a warrior.

Metal gleamed in his hand.

He held a sword in his grip. I hissed in shock as death flashed at my head. I recoiled back and—


Sven Falk

The Naga's head parted from her body. It toppled off her body. She fell into a thrashing heap at my feet. Blood pooled from her neck as her serpentine half coiled about itself in her dying twinges. Her head rolled to a stop nearby, shock painted across her face.

“Las's putrid cum,” I painted, sucking in a deep breath.

I wanted to rest. My entire body ached from her crushing grip. I drew in deep breaths, my chest rising and falling as I stared down at her. I had never killed a woman I'd fucked before. I made her cum, and then I cut off her head.

“Naga-bitch,” I spat, seizing onto my anger. She deserved to die. She had sent her minions to kill me. To kill my women—

“PUSSY!” rumbled out of the night.

I whirled around. The boarding house, down the street, quivered. Gaping holes wormed through the exterior. The structure teetered. It looked on the verge of collapsing, so much smashed inside. The ogre bellowed, still terrorizing my women.


Fear clenched my stomach. Did he have one of my women?

Rage swallowed fear. How dare that brute touch one of my women. I would flay him alive. I would make leather armor from his hide. I would cut off his dick and make him eat it. I gripped my short sword and...

No, my short sword wasn't the right weapon to fight an ogre. I dropped it and cast my gaze up and down the street.

The naga's discarded scimitar lay nearby. I snagged it and darted for the boarding house.


Kora Falk

“SUCH HOT PUSSY!” bellowed the ogre. “CUM! GOING TO CUM!”

“No!” I gasped and grabbed the war hammer's handle with both hands. I yanked on the heavy weapon. I gasped at the weight. I had to pick it up. I couldn't let him cum in Zanyia. Ogre's spunk was potent. It could fertilize any pussy or orifice, even a man. The seed took root in any flesh.

“Las's amazing cock!” Zanyia howled in orgasmic rapture.


“Gewin's cock, come on!” I screeched and hauled with all my might at the heavy war hammer.

The ogre rammed forward into Zanyia, his heavy balls smacking into her contorting body. The war hammer budged. I grit my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut, and hefted with every ounce of strength I possessed.

I lifted the war hammer and staggered beneath its weight.

“CUMMING!” howled the ogre.

I was too late.

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