The World of Erasthay

The Rogue's Harem Book Three: The Rogue's Passionate Harem

Chapter Eighteen: Breeding the Princess-Bride

by mypenname3000

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Princess Ava

I gasped as the black and white light radiated from Thea and Otmar. It swept around us a second time, merging and splitting into all the hues. Last time, it just touched our souls, like it was reading us, sounding our intentions. Now... it bound us and...

The light knifed into my soul. My back arched. I let out a cry of shock as it attacked something inside of me. It hacked at... at cords bound about my heart. It severed the bondage of lust chaining me to my father. That ache, that itch deep in my cunt that never truly went away but that I was just ignoring, vanished. My need to be fucked by my father, bred by his incestuous seed, evaporated. The cords of the corrupted priestess's spell fell away from me.

I. Was. Free.

Tears exploded from my eyes. My entire body shuddered as the joy swept through me. Love consumed the lust. Fidelity swept away the ardor. I didn't need my father any longer. I just needed Sven and his wives. I just needed my new family. It was wonderful.

“Sven!” I cried out as the light swirled around all of us. “My Sven!”

And then he was before me. He had broken away from his sister and Aingeal. His strong arms seized me. He kissed me hard, his strong arms pulling me against him. I melted against his hungry mouth. I clung to him, a new desire swelling in me.

A pure desire.

My tongue danced with Sven. I was his wife. He was my husband. My prince. I clung to him tightly, my arms locked around his neck. His hands stroked down my back, rustling the fabric of my dress, pulling the cloth tight over my breasts, my nipples aching.

The rest of my family appeared around me as the light faded. They were all my wives, even the sex slaves. Their faces beamed around me as they reached in at me. Their hands fumbled at my clothing, searching for the laces holding my dress closed.

Fingers found them. My bodice grew loose. Gentle hands pulled at my dress, sliding it down my shoulders. Sven broke the kiss to stare at my small breasts quivering, topped by my upswept, dusky nipples.

Armor clinked as hands went to Ealaín's grab. Others were ripping off Sven's leathers as I settled naked before him. Zanyia grinned down at me as she tugged off my skirt, already naked, already prepared to celebrate our nuptials.

Greta's large tits bounced into sight, cupped by Aingeal's kneading hands. Nathalie ripped off Kora's robes, bearing my new wife's tattooed body, the verdant vines and pink flowers almost glowing after being bathed in Luben's colors.

“Mmm, get that cock growing,” Greta moaned as she pulled away from Aingeal and stared at Ealaín pulling off the last of her armor, her midnight-black body exposed for all to gaze upon.

The aoi si smiled, and then her cock sprouted, thrusting from the folds of her pussy. I shivered as her clit grew longer and longer, the pink fading to the darkness of the rest of her skin. Her large tits bounced, her citrine eyes smoldering with lust.

“Oh, my,” Thea gasped. “I didn't expect that.”

“Explains how Sven can keep all those women satisfied,” Otmar said then chuckled. “Slipped another cock into the group.”

“We need to get you ready,” moaned Greta next, turning away from Ealaín and her big cock. “Everyone, we have to get our princess-wife ready to be bred.”

“Ooh, yes, Master has to breed her,” Zanyia moaned. Then the catgirl settled between my thighs, her ears twitching as they thrust out of her tawny hair. Her golden eyes stared up at me as she licked her lips. “We have to get her pussy nice and juicy for her.”

“Mmm, yes,” Ealaín moaned. “She has to be so turned on.” She grabbed Aingeal and pulled the pink-haired faerie's head down towards that throbbing clit-dick. “Inspire her.”

“Yes, yes, inspire me,” I moaned as I watched the faerie's butterfly wings flutter. She nuzzled her pink lips against the dark tip. “That's so hot. Suck all her girl-cum out of her cock.”

“Gods, yes,” groaned Sven. “Get my princess ready.”

“We shall, brother mine,” Kora purred as she cupped my small, right breast. My new wife leaned down and licked at my nipple.

Then Zanyia lapped at my pussy.

I gasped as her hot tongue rasped against my pussy. She had a rougher texture than anyone else's tongue. It stimulated my labia in different ways. It made me gasp and moan. My head tossed back and forth as I shuddered on the floor.

Kora sucked so hard on my nipple, the tingles racing down to my pussy being so expertly pleased by Zanyia. The lamia purred as she nuzzled into my folds, her tail swishing back and forth above her body.

“Rithi's inspiring art,” Ealaín moaned.

Aingeal's mouth engulfed the aoi si's girl-dick. Her body wiggled and writhed, her wings fluttering, as she slid her pink lips farther and farther down the ebony shaft. The more of the aoi si's cock she took, the more Ealaín groaned and whimpered. Her big tits jiggled and shook.

“Oh, Aingeal, my sweet faerie-wife,” Ealaín moaned, her dark fingers stroking through the faerie's pink hair. “What a wondrous delight. Love my girl-dick.”

“Love her,” groaned Greta, caressing her big boobs nearby.

Sven tweaked one of Greta's fat nubs. “Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to me. “I'm your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought... that it would happen.”

I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia's fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let's love each other.”


As Zanyia jammed that delicious tongue into my pussy and swirled it around, Greta crawled to me. Her big tits swayed and jiggled. I kept my hand out stretched, my fingers first brushing her face. She turned and kissed my palm. As she came closer, my hand slid down her neck and between her pillowy breasts. I squeezed her breast briefly before I was sliding down her belly, reaching for that hot, little cunt between her thighs.

Her golden hair brushed my skin as she lowered her head. As she joined Kora in suckling at my tits, my fingers found her damp bush. She whimpered as I stroked through her curls and caressed the hot silk of her labia. My fingers danced up and down her silt, her juices coating my digits. I parted her petals, caressing her, making her moan about my nub.

“Pater's cock, that is hot,” Sven groaned, kneeling nearby, stroking his dick.

Inspired by the sloppy sounds Aingeal made as she blew Ealaín, I pursed my lips and arched my eyebrows at my husband. My husband! Another giddy thrill, half-propelled by Zanyia's exploring tongue, shot through me.

“Wanton princess,” Sven said as he moved to me, his dick thrusting towards my hungry lips.

“Mmm, of course I am,” I moaned, plunging two fingers into Greta's pussy. “You schooled me in such depravity. You took that innocent, wide-eyed princess and turned her into your whore.”

“My wife,” he said, holding his dick as he brought it to my lips.

“Mmm, your whore. Your wife. Your everything.” I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the tip of his dick.

I moaned as I sucked his cock while fingering Greta's hot pussy, her juices dripping down my wrist. I couldn't help the naughty sounds rising out of my throat. Not with Kora and Greta loving my nipples and Zanyia's amazing tongue stirring up my cunt. So many sensations rippled through my body. So many delights coursed through my veins. They rippled one after the other.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock between sucks. I gathered up his salty precum, such a delicious preview of the passion to come. I squirmed and moaned, humping my cunt against Zanyia's licking mouth as I pleased my husband.

My husband!

Every time I thought that, such giddy joy shot through me, mixing with the bliss my three wives gave me. It inspired me to bob my head, pumping my lips up and down his cock by a few inches. My tongue danced and caressed him. My cheeks hollowed as I loved him.

“Pater's cock, yes,” Sven grunted, his face twisting with rapture. His muscular body flexing as spasms of pleasure rippled through him. “Gods, you know how to please a man, Ava.”

“Mmm, she does, Master,” Zanyia said into my pussy. She took another fluttering lick, her tongue grazing my clit.

I whimpered about Sven's cock.

“Just dump all your jizz down her throat, Master,” the lamia continued. She nipped my clit with her teeth, making me squeal. “Then she'll be ready to be bred. I'll have her pussy simmering.” “Mmm, she will,” Kora moaned between sucks.

Greta giggled about my other nipple, making it throb. I pumped my fingers faster in her cunt, stirring up her passion. It made my bedmaid, my wife, moan louder about my nipple as I churned her silky cunt to a froth.

I was so ready to be bred. To be loved by my family. In the background, Ealaín moaned, “Ooh, Nathalie, such a naughty wife. Mmm, get that tongue deep in my asshole and... Ooh, yes, yes, finger my cunt.”v A heady heat rippled through me as I pictured Ealaín kneeling with Nathalie behind her, the girl's pigtails dangling down past her face buried between the aoi si's butt-cheeks. Aingeal on the other side, bobbing her mouth on that ebony cock, making Ealaín shudder and groan, her body assaulted by the two beauties.

Just like mine was.

Kora swirled her tongue about my right nipple while Greta nibbled on my left. My body squirmed, my eyes squeezing shut. I jammed my two fingers deep into Greta's cunt. My lips sealed so tight about Sven's cock as I sucked on him over and over, making him groan and grunt.

But the true delight came from Zanyia and that amazing tongue of hers. The lamia rooted through my folds, exploring every bit of her. She lapped up my juices flowing out of me, her tail swishing back and forth. She purred, the humming sound vibrating the folds of my cunt, adding another delight.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

I twitched and groaned, grinding against her mouth. She fluttered her tongue through my sheath, building my orgasm. Her nose rubbed on my clit. Little sparks flew, making my stomach muscles contract, my pussy clenching on her probing tongue.

“Gods damn, you are making her purr, Zanyia,” groaned Sven, his hips thrusting, fucking his cock into my mouth. “Keep it up. Make my princess cum.”

“Yes, Master,” our slave-wife moaned.

Her tongue attacked my clit.

She fluttered that rough appendage against my bud. She flicked it over and over, simulating my little button. My legs squeezed tight about her face. I moaned about Sven's cock thrusting into my hungry mouth. My body shuddered. My nipples throbbed in Kora's and Greta's loving mouths.

Pleasure erupted in me.

My orgasm crashed through my body.

I bucked and groaned. I pumped my fingers in and out of Greta's cunt, my digits wiggling and squirming in her. She moaned about my nipple, sucking on it so hard. That only added to the rapture washing out of my pussy.

I screamed about Sven's dick then sucked with all my might. Stars burst across my eyes as the rapture flooding out of my cunt reached my mind. I drowned in the rapture my wives gave me. I shuddered and bucked, grinding so hard on Zanyia's mouth, her tongue fluttering around my vulva, gathering up my juices.

“Pater's huge cock!” Sven groaned as I moaned about his dick. “Yes!”

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

I sucked on him, draining him dry. I gulped down all his spunk as I quivered through my orgasms. His salty jizz coated my throat and warmed down to my belly. I felt so wanton. I was truly his whore. Not because a spell swelled my lusts, but because I chose to be. I wanted to be his slut.

His wife.

His princess.

My mouth popped off his cock after he spurted the final time. “Breed me! It's time! I'm ready! Let's create a new life together!”

“Yes,” he growled.

Zanyia's head lifted from my pussy. “I licked her so good, Master! Her pussy is so ready for your big dick!”

“Yes, it is!” he growled and moved over me.

Greta and Kora moved away, my fingers sliding out of my bedmaid-wife's pussy. I reached up to pull Sven down to me as he mounted me. He settled between my thighs, his cock, full of his fecund seed, nuzzling at my cunt.

I stared into his blue eyes as he settled his weight atop me. His chest crushed my breasts. My nipples throbbed against him. I loved the feel of him on me. It was so wonderful. I was his wife, so happy to be united with him.

“I love you so much, Sven,” I told him. “Since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I would be your wife.”

He smiled. “I never thought I would marry, but... You captured me, Princess. You were the first.”

“Not the last,” I moaned as our wives gasped around us, loving each other.

He just grinned, kissed me, and thrust.

His cock didn't ram into me, but sank slowly. He savored entering me. I quivered as my husband filled me. My arms and legs wrapped about his body, holding him as tight as my pussy clung to his thick dick. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue dueling his.

He drew back, his cock sliding through the silky sheath of my pussy, stimulating me. Though I just came, I was ready for more, my cunt hungry for another orgasm. And for his spurting seed. My fingernails bit into his back as he thrust forward.

Gods, what a delight. He filled me again.

And again.

His balls thudded into my taint every time he buried into me. My pussy welcomed him over and over, When he pulled back, I squeezed down, not wanting him to leave. The pleasure trembled through me, the silky friction transformed into rapture.

It was such a sweet gift to be united with him. To rock my body against his.

I loved him as fiercely as I could, undulating beneath him. I met his strokes and stirred my pussy around his cock. I made him moan into our lips. I inspired him to thrust harder and harder, to ram his cock faster and faster into my depths.

It was glorious.

Pleasure spilled through me with his every plunge.

His pubic bone smacked my clit. Pleasure flared every time. I ground my button into his pubic mound, his thick pubic hair caressing my labia and bud. I whimpered as I clung to him. My body brimmed with such rapture.

His cum-laden balls thwacked into me every time he thrust forward. I shuddered, so eager for that hot spurt to fill me. My nipples throbbed against his chest, drinking in the manly feel of him. It made me feel so feminine. So womanly.

I was ripe and fertile, ready to be bred by my husband.

I broke the kiss to moan, “Yes, yes, yes, Sven! I want your seed in me. I want you to breed me!”

“Yes!” he growled, thrusting harder, my words inflaming him. His blue eyes smoldered as they stared down at me.

I could drown in them.

“I want your cum spurting in me. So hot! You're going to claim me fully! You're going to take what my father craved.”

He grinned and hammered me. “I stole you from him.”

“Seduced me from him!” I whimpered.

“I made you mine!” he growled, his voice so throaty, his passion building.

“Yours!” I whimpered. “So cum in me! You're my husband now. Claim me! Breed your wife, Sven! Breed your princess's cunt! It's yours! I need it! Give it to me!”

“Gods, yes!”

He buried into me. His cock sank to the hilt in me. I felt every inch of him in me, his dick twitching in my silky sheath. His face contorted in rapture. His mouth opened as he groaned out in bliss.

Hot cum spurted into my fertile depths.

My orgasm rippled through me at the first hot splash against my cervix. I whimpered as my cunt milked his dick, drawing out every drop of his spunk to breed my pussy. I knew as my pleasure swept through my body that we were creating a child.

The God Krab would be pleased.

My pussy spasmed so hard about his dick. I wrung out every drop of cum as he groaned above me. Our bodies heaved together as we shared our pleasure. Rapture swept through me. It melted my mind as I gasped and groaned.

“Sven! Sven! Yes!”

“My princess!” he groaned. “My sweet Ava!”

Our lips met in another kiss. My eyes squeezed shut. Tears of joy flowed as I trembled beneath him. I was his. I was free. What a wondrous day. Around us, the rest of our wives celebrated. I shuddered, eager for more pleasure.

Eager to love all my new spouses.


The Watcher

I hooted as I stared at the temple. Magic rippled through the air. Whatever purpose they needed from Luben, they gained. Soon, they would return to the Temple of Krab. The God of Craftsmen sent unease rippling through my body contorted into the form of the owl. I clutched onto the hundreds and hundreds of feathers, holding the shape as I watched.

The Paragon needed to send our brethren immediately. What could be made could be unmade. And none understood those principals more than Krab and his followers. Our creator's phylactery lay in peril.

The Paragon must risk confrontation. The humans who possessed it couldn't know its true powers. Couldn't understand how Father's soul could be used. It was a mistake to use proxies to protect ourselves. Time was running out.

“Hurry!” I screeched at a frequency of sound too high-pitched for the humans to hear. “They are getting closer to gaining Krab's favor.”

“Help is coming,” came the Paragon's answer.

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