The Knight and the Acolyte Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter One: The Shaman's Desires By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.
Knight Kevin The Free City of Hargone The splashing, gurgling fountain cooled the inn's common room. It was an aptly named establishment, though the innkeeper was not happy we had commandeered his entire main room despite the gold we paid him. The twelve of us sat around a circular table, reclining on tasseled pillows.
My fellow knights and I had doffed our armor, wearing cool robes while the six priestesses of Slata wore their pink vestments, gold rings glinting on each of their noses. "She has definitely passed through here," Priestess Helena reported. She had a delicate face, her nose slender, and her nose piercing made of delicate wire. It signified she was a Sister of Slata, a priestess capable of performing the Mother of All's magic despite her youth.
"We found traces of her presence and Sophia's." The other five priestesses wite girl and black man. "She went into the desert and has not returned," reported Esmerelda. She had short, dark-brown hair, the ends of her locks curling in to brush her slender neck. "We have caught up to her, Sir Kevin." "Yes, as we figured," Mary said. The knight sat to my right, her light-brown hair falling in waves to her black, silk robe filigreed with gold thread.
It clung to her body, her nipples hard against the thin material. "They stayed in this inn nine days past. They left on a caravan owned by a merchant named Aswunt." "I am glad you knights weren't wasting your time as we clothed babe gives a head hardcore and blowjob our divinations," Helena said, her voice cool. "We are in a fortuitous spot.
We must merely wait for her to return and then arrest the miscreant. We should plan, Sir Kevin." I nodded, my stomach twisting. Emotions swirled through me. I loved Angela. I had been heartsick when she agreed to the foolishness of her quest instead of abandoning it and preserving her life.
I would not have loved her less for resigning from the Knights Deute. I wanted to marry her. But she was stubborn. My redheaded warrior always was. She would never give up a fight if she thought there was a chance. Even if that enemy was the dreaded dragon Dominari. And she had found her slim chance by reforging the High King's sword.
It was a bold move, something she would do. It made me love and admire her more. But to reforge what had been shattered in the wake of High King Peter's death, and the collapse of his empire, was rank folly. The sword was a threat to the sovereign rule of every king and prince, the Magery Council of Thosi, and even the Doge's and the councils who ruled the free cities of the League of Seven.
The High King had ruled the lands west of the Deorc Mountains out to the island kingdom of Althos, controlled the Halanian desert, and boarded against the foul Queendom of Naith.
To reforge the sword, Angela had robbed the Doge of Raratha, perhaps the richest man in the known world. She and her companions had assaulted his person and stolen the piece of the High King's sword in his possession.
A death warrant hung over Angela's head. Worse, she had blighted the honor of the Knights Deute. I had volunteered to lead sexy teen clary gets her pussy pleasured party to arrest her in hopes I could save her life, to find a way to get her to surrender and return the Doge's property.
Then, perhaps, we could shift the blame of the theft onto one of her companions. Like the thief or the orc barbarian. Even the elf would suffice. "Her companions are skilled," Priestess Esmeralda said.
"So?" grunted Philip, a pretty-faced knight who all the maidens of Shesax prayed would find their bed, or so Philip himself boasted. "Are we not six Knights Deute with the support of six full priestess of Slata? What does Angela have?
A single rogue mage. And an acolyte who won't even have use of her magic yet. We shall sweep them aside." I shook my head. I hoped it wouldn't come to fighting. I hoped Angela would be reasonable, but I would bring her to justice even if it meant tearing out my heart.
"The orc will be a savage fighter. Angela would not travel with him if he was not skilled, and we all know how dangerous orcs can be." The other knights nodded. The orcs of the Ice Bear Clan often crossed the Rehyn Mountains to raid Northern Secare. Defending against their deprecations was one of our order's duties. "As long as he's not a berserker, we can handle him," Mary said. She leaned back on her 6th grade girls having sex, which only stretched the silken material tighter over her breasts, making her hard nipples thrust up before her.
"And the bard is of no consequence." "Their songs have magic," the quiet voice of Priestess Ruth added, speaking barely more than a whisper.
"He graduated from Az. We should be prepared for that, too." "Don't forget the elf," Danielle, a knight sitting across from me, said. "An elf hunter could feather us with arrows from a distance. They never miss." "And an avian joined them in Baraconia," pink-cheeked Lisa said. She was the youngest knight and had only completed her Quest a fortnight before volunteering for the mission.
"Perhaps she's a shaman. More magic the priestesses need to deal with." "Can you handle a shaman, a bard, and a mage?" I asked, glancing at Priestess Helena who led the priestesses. "Our magics are for divination, healing, and protection. They are not offensive, as you well know, Sir Knight." Helena wrinkled her button nose.
"But there are ways we can make us more effective in working together. To unite us and share our essence and knowledge." "The Ritual of the Womb?" gasped Priestess Olivia, her green eyes shooting wide. "Ritual of the Womb?" Philip asked, giving the priestess a smoky look. Philip had bedded all six of the priestesses on our voyage from Shesax.
Not that it was much of an accomplishment. Priestesses of Slata were open and inviting. They worshiped their goddess by lying with her children, whether male or female—though they preferred male, probably in defiance of their rivals, the Church of Saphique. "What does the ritual do?" I asked. "It will unite us into almost one being. We will know each other so well we can move and react simultaneously. We will be a cohesive unit.
In the metaphorical womb of our goddess, we would become, in a spiritual sense, fraternal siblings—three sets of quadruplets." "Three?" I asked. "Only up to five individuals can be bonded," answered Priestess Esmerelda, her impressive bosom swelling the front of her robes as she leaned back on her arms, mimicking Mary's pose. When the priestess did it, it seemed far more natural and at ease than a deliberate act to draw the eye to her lush mounds.
"And since there are twelve, we should split evenly. One male knight, one female knight, two priestesses." "The ritual is very sexual," purred Priestess Olivia, her green eyes flashing to Philip. "I think I shall choose to be in your group, Sir Knight." "Well," Mary purred, her hand sliding over to touch my thigh through my robe, sending a flush of heat through me, her eyes smoldering.
"I think it would be wonderful to unite with you, Kevin." Heat rushed up my thigh to my cock. It throbbed hard. It had been months since I was with a woman. Since Angela left. The regret of my harsh words, driven by my fear of her death, had left a hollow guilt in me. I never should have let those words out. They might have been my last words to her.
Mary's hand slid higher, fanning the heat. "And this will give us an edge in confronting Angela and her companions?" "Yes," Priestess Helena smiled. She licked her lips, her doll-like face transforming into something hungry.
"Yes, it will. I think I will be with you, Sir Kevin." "Oh, yes," agreed Priestess Esmerelda, her short curls swaying as she put a languorous roll to her shoulders as she straightened. "I think we should retire to our rooms and perform the ritual immediately.
Angela maybe days longer in the desert. It will give us time to.acclimate to our new union." "As spiritual siblings," added Priestess Helena. She stroked her braid of black hair.
"How wicked," laughed Mary, her hand rising higher still, almost brushing the bulge my hard cock created. My cheeks burned. My cock throbbed. Mary was a beautiful knight, and the two priestesses were ravishing. Lusts bottled up the last four months since Angela's departure almost made my dick erupt right on the spot as our group broke apart.
Philip went off with Priestess Olivia, Priestess Ruth, and Danielle while Lisa, Priestess Belinda, and Priestess Caroline pulled Richard to his feet and swept around him. "When you volunteered," Mary whispered in my ear, her body pressed tight to my right as Helena and Esmeralda took my left, "did you think you would end up with your own harem of women?" "Harem?" I frowned.
"What?" Mary laughed. "You really are hung up on that redhead. What will you do when you have to arrest her?" "Appeal to her emotions and hope she surrenders." "How noble." Mary's hand slid into my robe and grasped my hard cock. I groaned as she stroked me. "And if she doesn't?" "Then I will do my duty," I groaned, closing my eyes as the hand stroked up and down my length.
My balls boiled as her hand reached the tip, her thumb caressing it. "Now, now, don't make him pop yet," purred Esmerelda. "We all want to enjoy him." "But I thought you Priestesses of Slata knew how to rejuvenate a man," Mary grinned. "Your cunts possessed of a power that could raise an erection from even the oldest corpse." "Eww," Helena grimaced.
"Oh, we could," Esmerelda answered. "But why waste him in here?" "Ladies," I groaned as they pulled me along, Mary's hand still stroking my cock. "Hush," Mary whispered. "You've kept me waiting for this cock too long. I am going to enjoy it tonight." "What?" I blinked, glancing at her face. She kissed me. Her tongue thrust into fisting and anal with bigdick of nacho vidal dircted by roby bianchi mouth as I stumbled along, pulled by the two priestesses.
I almost tripped on the stairs up to our rooms, my cock so hard. My mind whirled with sensations and emotions. Angela's blue eyes and lush body flashed through my mind. I remembered her kneeling on the training sands, sucking my cock because she lost our duel, her red hair spilling in a waterfall of fire about her face. We burst into the room. The bed was a mattress on the floor covered in silk sheets.
The women pushed me down. The pink robes of the priestesses came off in a flash, unveiling two different and delicious bodies. Esmerelda was busty, her breasts as large as Angela, fat, dusky nipples beading with her mother's milk. Helena was petite with a girlish body, her breasts small, nipples a pale pink, little pebbles rising from her upswept tits. Her legs were long and sleek. Both were shaved, their pussies wet. Mary slipped off her robe next, her body toned, her breasts round.
Like the priestesses, she was shaved, her juices trickling down her thighs. I swallowed, feeling so nervous like I was a virgin holding his cock in the whorehouse, not sure which harlot to choose and afraid he would erupt before he even performed the deed.
"Let us see your body, Sir Knight," moaned Helena. "I love bedding warriors. All those muscles." "And the calloused hands," sighed Esmerelda. "Not like those pudgy merchants that glut our temples with their donations." "Of coin or seed?" giggled Mary. "Both," laughed Esmerelda. "Merchants overflow with both." The three women sank down to the bed, their hands undoing my robe and pulling it off, exposing my muscular form. I was a Knight Deute.
I had fought monsters. Helena traced a scar across my abdomen while Esmerelda grasped my sword hand and brought it to a pillowy breasts, moaning as I groped her soft flesh. "Yes, rough hands," she moaned. Mary nibbled on my nipple, her hand stroking down rippling abs to seize my hard cock again.
I groaned, pressed down to the bed by the women. Helena's lips kissed at the scar, licking up my muscles while I squirmed, my balls churning. "Gods, yes," I groaned, my dick aching. And then I erupted.
My cum spurted up my belly, splattering Helena's cheek. My balls, backed up for months, unloaded blast after blast of cum to spill across my belly. "Pater's cock, what a flood," Mary gasped. "Yes," Helena purred, her fingers scooping cum from her cheeks to her lips, savoring my jizz.
An orgasmic shudder ran through the petite woman. Mary's tongue licked at the pools of cum staining my stomach. I gripped Esmerelda's soft breast, groaning, my body buzzing from my release. It was wonderful to have an explosive orgasm again after so long.
"Now wasn't that nice?" smiled Esmeralda. "A nice cum to relax you." "It was," I grinned, giving her breast a squeeze. A squirt of milk splashed on my cheek, warm and smelling intoxicating.
"And I bet you are eager for more." "So eager." I was. I wanted to cum again. It was amazing. I had denied myself big ass madison ivy sucked a huge cock much since my fight with Angela. Already, Mary licked my softening cock. The tip ached as she ran her tongue across it, gathering the cum beading my slit.
A flutter went through me, my dick twitching, trying to revive. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to go again." "Well, we need you hard now," Esmerelda purred. "We need you ready to fuck.
Drink." She brought her right breast to my lips. I opened wide and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I suckled. She moaned, her body shuddering as her soft fingers stroked the stubble on my cheeks. My eyes closed, my mouth working. Her milk flowed. A creamy, sweet treat. The milk warmed through my body.
It spread like reaching tendrils from my stomach. Everywhere it touched made me tingle. Made me feel alive. I drank more, loving the buzzing feeling as it reached my cock. I hardened miya khalifa xxx bp story Mary's sucking mouth. The knight moaned about my dick, her tongue swirling as my shaft attained full girth in heartbeat. The milk sustained me. My balls boiled, a new load of cum brewing for the three women's enjoyment.
Helena smiled down at me, her fingers rubbing her nipples. "That's it, drink Her mother's milk," smiled Helena. "Share her juices. We need to spread the sexual fluids around." Mary gasped about my dick as Helena's fingers penetrated the knight's wet cunt. Helena pumped them in and out before withdrawing her fingers. Juices coated them. She presented them to Esmeralda, who sucked, moaning her enjoyment.
I sucked harder at her nipple, loving the sapphic display. Then Helena shoved her fingers between Esmerelda's thighs, working them in and out of the priestess's cunt, getting them coated with her juices.
She smeared them on Esmerelda's left nipple. I greedily switched tits, sucking on the pussy-stained nub. The creamy taste of milk mixed with sweet taste of Esmerelda's cunt. I groaned, loving it, my dick twitching in Mary's mouth.
She sucked harder and harder, bobbing up and down on my shaft. "Mmm, what a fervent worshiper of cock," Helena smiled as she leaned down behind Mary. "You love his dick, Lady Knight." Mary moaned about my dick as she sucked and slurped. My balls ached and my shaft throbbed in her mouth. "That's what I thought." Helena licked her lips, then she dived her head down and tongued through Mary's snatch.
Mary moaned louder as her pussy was licked. The priestess ate her noisily, slurping up juices, moaning in delight. Her hands squeezed Mary's ass.
I groaned, staring at Helena's butt wiggling by my head.
I could smell her spicy village xxx proni full sex stories. I moved my hand and stroked her ass.
Cock hungry babe gets what she wants gave her a squeeze before sliding lower and pressing my fingers to the wet heat between her thighs. I rubbed up and down her pussy lips then pushed my fingers into her depths. "Yes," Helena moaned into Mary's pussy. "Mmm, finger her twat and then let me taste her," moaned Esmerelda. "Share her juices.
We have to enjoy each other." I popped my mouth from her nipple and pulled my fingers from Helena's hot snatch. I rubbed the spicy juices on my lips. "What are you waiting for?" Esmeralda laughed then leaned down, kissing me hard.
Her breasts rubbed into my chest as her tongue dueled with mine. I savored our kiss. The heat shooting through me as we enjoyed the flavor of Helena's pussy juices. Milk leaked from Esmerelda's nipples, staining my sides. "Oh, fuck, I'm wet," gasped Mary, popping her lips off my dick. "Ooh, I need this cock in me. I can't wait." "Ride him," Helena purred. As Mary straddled me while Helena cuddled beside me. She turned my head, breaking my kiss with Esmeralda to plant hot lips on mine.
I moaned into Helena's kiss, her lips lingering with the flavor of Mary's tart pussy. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her hand as she guided my dick to her pussy. She swabbed her wet cunt against my dick's throbbing tip. And slammed down my girth. I broke the kiss with Helena and gasped, "Slata's hairy cunt!" Mary's pussy was tight and boiling hot. She slid it up and down, reminding my cock of all I had deprived it of these last four months. I used to fuck any woman I wanted.
With Angela's blessing. We never stopped each other from having lovers. So why had I stopped when I let Angela go on her quest? Pleasure raced down my cock as the beautiful Mary rode me, her round breasts bouncing, her hips swiveling. Her cunt massaged my dick, leaving her cream coating my shaft. Esmerelda leaned down, licking at it and flicking her clit every time Mary bottomed out on me, making her pussy clench so tight about my dick.
I groaned, my hands caressing the three women's bodies. Helena moved, her black braid swaying as she straddled my face. Spicy, shaved cunt pressed into my hungry lips. I devoured her, enjoying her juices, sharing them as my dick ached in the depths of Mary's cunt. "Mmm, I need to taste your juices, too," Mary moaned as she rode me. "I bet your milk taste so sweet." "It's divine," Helena purred. I couldn't see, but I could feel Mary leaning over, changing how my dick slid through her pussy.
My cock's crown rubbed against her pussy walls, sending more pleasure shooting down to my balls. I licked Helena faster, drinking her spicy musk as the pleasure churned in my balls. And then Mary suckled. Her cunt tightened as she nursed. Helena shuddered on my face, smearing her hot cunt around as Mary drank the priestess's breast milk.
Esmerelda kept licking at my shaft, cleaning up Mary's juices. We shared our fluids. "Yes, yes, yes," Helena moaned. "Oh, Slata, thank you for the gift of sexual pleasure. Saphique's useless snatch, that's good. Devour me, Sir Kevin. Oh, yes, lick my cunt." "He sounds skilled," Esmerelda purred. "I suspect his acolyte instructed him well on his quest." "She did," I groaned as I tongued spicy cunt.
I licked and nuzzled, drinking the fluids as my balls throbbed and ached. The pressure built as Mary's silky cunt slid faster and faster on my cock. As the knight's excitement built, she fucked me faster, slamming down my cock and gulping Helena's breast milk. I moaned into Helena's pussy, the pleasure swelling through me. My legs spasmed as the ache reached the tip of my cock.
I sucked hard on the priestess's clit, growling as my release hurtled closer. Only a few more heartbeats. "Yes, yes, he's going to cum," moaned Helena. "Milk his cock, Lady Mary." "Yes," I groaned, thrusting up as Mary slammed down. My cock erupted. Pleasure spiked through me. My balls boiled as they unleashed the flood of backed-up jizz. It pumped out of me in spurts and eruptions. I groaned, trembling and thrashing on the bed. My hips bucked, and I moaned about Helena's clit. "Holy Mother," chanted Esmerelda, "unite us in the womb of your love and join us by the bonds of fraternal fidelity.
By the power of the seed and the dew, make us your children and birth us anew." Energy exploded out of my cock as the final spurt erupted. I felt, in my mind, the three women all orgasm simultaneously.
They screamed out loudly as the pleasure rushed through their bodies. Mary's pussy spasmed about my cock. Helena's cunt flooded my mouth with her spicy juices. I felt their pleasure. Their rapture flowed through me. My cock exploded again. A second orgasm burst out of me, japanese schoolgirl classroom lesbians japanese schoolgirl classroom lesbians pussylicking the intensity of the three women.
My moans joined their as the ritual united us, connecting us on a spiritual level. "Sir Kevin," the three women moaned together. The pleasure peaked through all four of us. It left us heaving, gasping. Mary and Helena slumped over me with Esmerelda sprawled beside us. I gasped for breath, Helena's legs still about my face, her pussy pressed against my lips.
And then all four of us moved in unison. We all knew what each other needed. What we had to do to please each other. Helena licked at Mary's cunt, gathering my cum while I rolled Esmerelda onto her hands and big boobed mature whitney wonders riding stiff cock on couch, fucking her hard from behind.
Her breast dangled over Mary's mouth, giving the knight what she needed. No words were exchanged. We all just knew how to move now. It was intoxicating. When we challenged Angela and her group, no communication would be necessary between the four of us. We would all just know what we had to do to support each other to overpower and arrest Angela. When she returned from the desert, we would be ready.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knave Angela The Mirage Gardens The barrier shimmered, a curtain of writhing, boiling air separating the extra-dimensional pocket, as Faoril described it, containing the Mirage Garden from the real world. I gave a last look at the mouldering stone and rotten furniture scattered throughout pretty babysitter gives head and pussy stuffed room.
Without Riad, the efreet who made this place his home, it had lost much of its appeal. He had used illusions to create a fantastic world, a heady place of sensual pleasure and exotic desires.
But he was dead, killed by my blade. He had possessed the bottom third of the High King's blade, my distant ancestors sword and symbol of his authority. It was shattered after his death and the collapse of his empire. The pieces were then scattered across the known world. I had four pieces—pommel, hilt, and two-thirds of the blade.
Only the point remained, located in Drakin Castle. But before we could recover it, we had to sail to Grahata and kill the Minotaur, the beastly demigod who dwelt teacher and student xxx vediporn collage school time the grand labyrinth beneath the city.
His heart would power the spell to repair the god-forged blade. Then I could kill the dragon Dominari and end my quest. I had no idea what would happen after that. We were fugitives, bounties placed on our heads by the Doge of Raratha for breaking into his Great Vault to recover the pommel and for assaulting his person. The bounty for our capture, dead or alive, was staggering. 5000 dupondius for my head, a 1000 for my companions. Faoril, Thrak, Xandra, Chaun, Minx, Xera, and most especially Sophia had supported me on my quest.
They stuck with me after the bounty or still decided to aide me despite it in Xandra's case. We had suffered and fought together. After the dragon was dead, we would find a way to survive together.
If we slew the dragon. "What are we waiting on?" Minx asked, her small stature weighted down by the treasure looted from Riad's stronghold. His house may be rotten by age, covered over by illusions, but gold didn't tarnish.
And he had a lot of gold. More than we could carry. I hated looting, but our pirate captain would need more treasure to hold her silence. And no doubt I would be expelled from my order, attainted for my crimes in Raratha, so I would have no access to additional funds for my quest.
Travel came with all manner of expenses, and my purse had grown lean. "Yes, let us go," Yasmine said, the ebony-skinned woman, dressed in transparent silks revealing her lush body. She was one of the three human "wives" of Riad, part of his harem.
Most the women were jinn, who fled upon his death, but Yasmine, Nadiyya, and Asma were left behind. They deserved a cut of the treasure after being stolen by Riad and drugged into believing they were his wives. Like Sophia and Xandra had been. My wicked acolyte had been relieved to discover her magic intact. She was lucky Riad had chosen to take Xandra first, fucking the slender, Avian girl in the form of her own husband, Chaun.
Sophia had sworn an oath to her goddess Saphique, and even in her drugged state, where she had lost her self-control, the very touch of a man's cock would break that connection. The young avian stood silent, her thin body seemed even smaller, pulled in as she stared at her feet. Sexy brunette brenna sparks in bunk bed bang cheating blowjob had hardly said a word since Chaun and I defeated Riad, even to her changeling husband.
"Yes, enough dawdling," Minx said, her bag shifting. The halfling thief's metallic-red hair glinted as she shook her head. "This is heavy." "You shouldn't have taken so much gold then," Xera said, the elf standing tall beside Minx, naked as always, her dark-green hair falling about her slender shoulders. Only Thrak the orc stood taller than Xera. "I wanted to take it all," Minx said, lust in her voice.
"What is wrong, my Queen?" Sophia whispered. My acolyte, lover, hot client lita phoenix gets fingered by masseur sex slave stood beside me, staring at me with her green eyes and innocent face framed by brown hair. She wore her white robes again.
I carried them into the Mirage Gardens when we came to rescue her. "Nothing," I said, taking a deep breath. "Just reflecting on the road ahead." We had to journey across the Halani Desert back to the city of Hargone at the mouth of the Elbe River, sail across the Nimborgoth to the island city of Grahata, slay the Minotaur, sail south to the Kemoh River and follow that into the Haunted Forest where Drakin Castle lurked.
Then back north, across the Nimborgoth again, and into the Princedoms of Zeutch where we would find the Altar of Souls. Upon the altar, we would reforge the sword. It lay in the shadow of the Despeir Mountains and the Desolation of Dominari. Then we would kill the dragon. "Let's go. I am sure Aswunt will be happy to see our return after the fierce attack." Aswunt was the caravan master we had agreed to guard on his journey south so he could guide us into the desert.
Our plan to enter the Mirage Garden had gone awry—Riad was supposed to take me. But we had prevailed. Sophia took my hand. I smiled, comforted by her. It was hard for me to believe she had once been such a stuck-up, bratty girl. The months had changed her. Together, we stepped through the curtain and into the Halani Desert. The sands were gray, the eastern horizon growing pink as dawn approached. "I guess we were in there longer than I thought," Chaun said when he stepped out, his arm around his wife.
Her sky-blue hair fell about her downcast face. "But we're free." He said it to Xandra. She remained silent. Concern flashed across his midnight-black face. It contrasted with his silvery hair.
He was a slim man, and so handsome he verged on the beautiful. Even Xera found him attractive, and the hermaphroditic elf had disdained human, and orc, males. "Where's the caravan?" Thrak rumbled as he stepped out, sweeping his gaze around the featureless dunes. "There are our belongings." Faoril pointed to a pile of saddlebags, half-covered in sand. "Did they break camp before dawn and leave?" I frowned, scanning around, looking for tracks in the desert.
There should be evidence of them. "Since when did Aswunt leave before dawn." Xera's head studied the skies, the stars fading, retreating, then she glanced at the horizon, her eyebrows furrowing and her long, pointed hears twitching. The flecks of gold speckling the four-leaf clover tucked behind her right ear glittered.
"It is the Autumn Equinox, Angela," Xera said. "The sun is rising in the right spot, and the stars are aligned correctly." "That's not possible," Chaun spluttered. "We weren't in there more than a few hours. I'm shocked it is even dawn." "Three days?" Sophia said. "How were we in there three days?" "Time did not have to flow at the same rate in the pocket dimension as out here," answered Faoril. A wind arose, flapping the sleeves of her red robes. "So Aswunt continued on when we didn't return," I groaned.
"Did he leave us any food?" A hurried search of our supplies revealed no food. He had looted the travel rations we had and our waterskins, but had left our personal items undisturbed. I was shocked he had done that much. Maybe it was the custom of the desert. "It was a day's ride on camel from the last oasis," Xera said.
"You can find it?" I asked her. "Yes, but without water." Her words trailed off, her eyes flicking to the rising sun. It would get hot.
Very hot. Seasons did not touch the Halani Desert—it was always summer. "Water is not a problem," Faoril said. "I have my magic. But we will have to walk. I can do nothing about the lack of food." "We don't have to walk," Xandra said, her voice a whisper, strained.
She still looked down, her hands folded. "I can summon elementals for us to ride." She moved to the pile of belongings and found her belt pouch. She opened it, wood clunking as she dug through it. She produced a piece of wood carved with straight lines running in parallel across its polished surface.
She knelt, stroking it, her eyes closed. The ground rumbled. Mounds of sand lifted around her. Stones ground and groaned. Yellow-gray sand spilled away as the bedrock beneath the desert thrust up and climbed out. Creatures vaguely the shape of horses or camels, made out of a red stone with strias of grays and browns, rose on thick, ponderous legs.
Sweat broke out on Xandra's forehead as her mounts shook the sand from their bodies. There were four of them. "We will have to.ride three to an elemental," she said, rising and wiping sweat from her brow. "They have agreed to carry us." "How did she do that?" one of the Halani women asked. "Is she a witch?" "Shaman," Chaun answered, pride in his voice. He loved her. When I met Chaun, he was the epitome of the carefree seducer, the man who bedded woman after woman, never staying with one for more than a night, always off to his next conquest.
A carouser. And then Xandra had danced for him and wedded him. He hadn't even realized it, but something about her gentle soul, her innocent nature, had beguiled the changeling. Just like the Lesbius Oracle had proclaimed, he would lose his heart. And she had found it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warlock Faoril The Halani Desert "You're not very loquacious today," I said as I sat before Thrak on our shared mount. I only had to share the elemental mount with Thrak.
The three Halanian women had one; Chaun, Xandra, and Minx another; Sophia and Angela the last. Only Xera walked, her dainty elf feet glided across the sand, leaving no footprints. Thrak would have preferred walking, but he couldn't keep up with his heavy feet sinking into the brunette babe masturbates in the laundry room sand.
Thrak answered me with a grunt. "Riad played us all cruel, I think.
Except Minx." "You especially," Thrak said. I leaned back into my lover's broad, swarthy chest. My orc barbarian could talk philosophy with the greatest of intellects. Normally, we had such stimulating conversations as we traveled, discussing a wide-range of teen couple orgasm xxx poor rachael madori. But it was past noon, and he had said hardly a word.
"You saw mine," I continued. I shuddered, remembering the horror and bitter grief I had felt when I thought I killed Thrak with my magic. Riad was a bastard. He saw into my mind, learned my greatest fear, and weaponized it. "How did he torment you?" "He let me save my wife," Thrak answered after a moment.
I bit my lip. He loved Serisia greatly. She was a Thosian human, like myself, who met Thrak when he studied at the College of Allenoth, the first orc to ever attend its hallowed halls. She had returned to the orc lands as his wife. But a rival tribe to Thrak's Red Eyes had taken her, breathtaking sweetie is peeing and pleasuring smooth cunt her, and killed her. Thrak blamed himself.
He believed he wasn't strong enough to protect her. He abdicated his position as chieftain, handing it to his brother, and wallowed in grief until Serisia's spirit prodded him into activity by showing him he could love another woman. Me. "I killed all the Ghost Wolves who brutalized her," he said, voice a thick growl, arms tightening around me.
"Just like I did after she died. I raged. I ripped them apart. I felt their blood splash across my body. I savored their screams." "Only this time she was still alive." "I took her, used her to calm the rage." Thrak's voice was thick, gravelly. I knew what that was like. He was a berserker. He could enter a dissociative fugue state, his rational mind locked up behind his primal emotions, primarily rage. But lust could also overcome him. In the rage, he would kill anything, even friends.
He hated it. Feared it. "I had her back," Thrak said. "She was alive, just how I remembered her. She drove away the rage with her body, held me, loved me." Tears beaded in my eyes. "And you had to choose. You heard my crying in grief and you abandoned her to come to me." "Yes." He said the words with such bitter self-loathing. "I knew she wasn't real, and yet." "She was. Riad had skill with his illusions." I bit my lip. "I am sorry, Thrak.
I never would want you to choose between us. Two angels masturbate well girlfriend and homemade know you love us both.
How cruel of him." "I wish I had killed him," Thrak snarled. "I wanted to rage, to rip apart the Mirage Gardens and murder him." "Only you might hurt one of your friends." "I might have hurt you." "You would never hurt me," I answered. "I know how to calm your rages, too." "Only if you were ready. What if I caught you unaware? In that place." His arms tightened. "I'll find a way to root it out of your mind, to tame the rage," I promised him. "There has to be a way to use magic.
Life magic would be the best. I could." My words trailed off, my eyebrows furrowing. "You had an idea." "Maybe," I said, trembling, my stomach churning. Could I really use that magic again? Could I find away to use it beneficially, and not. I must be mad for even considering it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xerathalasia It hurt to swallow. My lips were parched. Faoril could precipitate water out of the air, but it wasn't as much as we needed.
It kept us alive, but everyone drooped as the sun sank on the horizon. Chaun half-slumped against his frail wife, who swayed in his embrace. Before them, Minx looked shrunken, her face flushed. But I could smell it in the air. Water.
Life. The oasis neared. It kept me walking forward. Despite it being the first day of autumn, it was still hotter than a summer day in the Deorc Forest. The sun hammered at us, even with Sophia's protective magics guarding our flesh. I led the strange, elemental mounts up the dune, the wind rising. The desert had changed much since we had passed by here only four days back. But I knew how to navigate by the position of the sun, and I had led us straight.
The scent of water and rich loam grew stronger, carried over the top of the dune by the wind. My steps quickened. I reached the top. And sighed in relief. The Uchmehn Oasis spread out before us, an island of life amid the dead sands. Green date trees and bushes spread out from the large pool of blue water shining in the center.
It looked so lush compared to the desert, but in the Deorc forest it would be almost barren. "Oh, thank the gods," Sophia moaned when her mount crested the dunes. Minx let out a chortle of delight. The others stirred. Xandra did something to the elementals, spurring them to move faster than their plod. The stones grated together as they raced down the dunes. I followed, my long legs stretching, my large breasts bouncing as I danced across the surface of the sand.
The sight of water had invigorated everyone. They all stirred. Faoril pushed back her red hood, delight on her eyes. Angela sat straight again, her shield arm no longer drooping but holding her kite shield up while Sophia bounced in the saddle. Somehow, Minx was the first to reach the waters. She leaped from the head of her mount as it crashed through the shrubbery to reach the pool.
Her small body flew through the air. She tucked her legs into her chest, forming a little ball, and crashed into the water with a laugh and a loud splash. She burst up from the surface a moment later, bronze skin glistening, metallic-red hair clinging to her skull.
"Oh, this is wonderful," she smiled. I smiled back as I reached the water's edge, stepping in, feeling the cool liquid lap at my feet. Minx splashed me, acting like the child she was often mistaken for. She laid back, her clothing clinging wet to the curves of her diminutive body. The others clambered in, Thrak dunking his head in from shore, Sophia's white robes growing half-transparent, clinging to her slim body as she burst out of the water, a huge smile on her face.
Even Xandra showed an emotion other than haunted loss as she stepped into the oasis. She let out a trilling, wordless song as beautiful as any bird, letting out her joy and relief.
We had made it to water. We would make it out of the desert. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Acolyte Sophia Uchmehn Oasis, Halani Desert "See, isn't it great that we took the gold," I told Angela as she walked in. I lay on my new pillow in our new tent, my stomach full of the food we had purchased from the trading post on the far side of the oasis. The locals had stared at us with amusement as we bathed and glutted on the water of the oasis. But they understood what the desert could do to a person.
"Indeed," Angela nodded. She wasn't alone. She had led in Nadiyya, the bustiest of the three Halanian women we had rescued, into the tent. The ebony-skinned woman had a round face and lush lips. My hips wiggled at the sight of her beauty. "Ooh, are we having a lot of fun tonight, my Queen?" "Yes, indeed," Angela nodded.
I loved her so much, especially when she dominated me. "And I found the most curious thing. The desert tribesmen use them on their women as a form of punishment." Nadiyya giggled. "Though many women secretly like them, and their men secretly like using them." "Naughty," I purred, a tingle running through my pussy. "I do love being discipline. But have Cute petite teen takes huge cock tali dova small tits smalltits been naughty?" "You let Riad kidnap you," Angela said, her voice stern, but there was a playful glint in her blue eyes.
"He almost claimed you and fucked you. And no man gets to fuck my concubine without my permission." I shuddered. I knew she would never command me to sleep with a man, but it still excited me that she could. It would be the ultimate test of my submission to bear the brutish lust of a man, to forever lose my connection to my goddess Saphique. A part of me, strangely, wanted it. To prove to her that she owned me. I rubbed my thighs together. "You were right, Mistress. I was so bad. So wicked for letting the efreet take me and Xandra.
I lured her off so I could enjoy her body. I was so naughty. I didn't ask for permission." "And we had to rescue you," Angela continued. "We had to face all the dangers because you couldn't control your lusts." I shuddered, loving how stern she sounded. She wore a loose robe, her armor stripped off. It was made of white linen, her red hair glowing bright against it. The fabric was thin, her hard nipples, topping her large breasts, were pink shadows through it. "Yes, yes, I am such a wanton slut," I moaned.
"I'm so wet right now, my Queen. I want to ravish you and Nadiyya. You both have such large breasts. I want to play with them." "See how wicked she is," Angela said to Nadiyya.
"I do," Nadiyya grinned. "How can you control such a wicked, lustful woman?" "With great difficulty. She always finds new ways to be naughty." Angela's hands unknotted the ties of her robe. It fell open, revealing her pillowy breasts, flat stomach, and shaved snatch.
Dew glistened on her petals. I licked my lips. Nadiyya followed, her breasts almost as large, her fat nipples dark-brown, a lighter hue than her ebony skin. She was almost as dark as Chaun, and far more feminine. She let out a purr as her robe slipped off her shoulders and fell to the tent's canvas floor.
She had a line of black hair marching to her shaved pussy, hints of pink flesh peeking out of dark folds. "I am ready to be punished, my Queen." "Nadiyya, attach the devices." I squirmed, naked, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as Angela stood over me, tall and strong, a proud queen ordering her concubine slaves to serve and please her.
I shuddered as Nadiyya was quick to obey, her hands clutched tight around something. What? They couldn't be big if they fit in her hands. The dark-skinned girl knelt beside me. Her left hand cupped my small, right breast, ebony fingers my step sister fucking our stepdad for more money at the office ivory flesh.
She leaned over and flicked her tongue across my pink nipple, bringing a gasp from me. I groaned, my back arching, savoring the thrill of her tongue swirling and licking about my nub, teasing me, driving me wild. She got me hard and erect then opened her clenched, right hand. She held two brass instruments that looked like small clamps, the mouths jagged with triangular teeth that fit together perfectly.
She squeezed the ends, and the jaws opened. She brought it to my nipple. Those looked sharp. "My queen," I said, a catch in my voice as the jaws surrounded my nipple. I glanced at Angela, her blue eyes stern. And I relaxed.
I knew it european lesbo fingers babe after wrestling lesbian and amateur hurt, but it wouldn't harm me. She would never harm me. I trusted her. I gave her the slightest nod. "Clamp her." "Slata's hairy cunt!" I cursed as pain exploded in my poor nipple. The clamp bit into my nub, shooting pain as it pinched it hard. My entire body thrashed as the agony shot from my breast.
My toes curled. And my pussy clenched. It was wonderful pain. It heightened my excitement even as I gasped and moaned, struggling to regain my composure.
My nipple throbbed painfully with every beat of my heart. I squirmed, my tongue piercing clacking into the back of my teeth. And then Nadiyya brought the second clamp to my left nipple. Her tongue licked it first, giving me a moment of pleasure.
And then agony. I screamed even louder. My eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down my cheeks. Fire burned in my pussy. "I'm so sorry, my Queen," I gasped as I writhed. The pain was intense. They both throbbed so much. I wanted to rip off the clamps even as I savored the heightened excitement the pain brought.
"I was such a bad slave. I deserve this." "You do," Angela purred. She bent down, fishing in my pouch, and pulled out my dildo made of black marble streaked with white veins.
It was polished to a glossy sheen. "Stick this in her cunt." Nadiyya took it, a smoky smile on her lips. Her large breasts swayed as she moved the dildo down between my thighs. She didn't check to see if I was wet—I was soaked—and thrust it into my depths. My back arched. Pleasure rippled through me. I almost came as the intense bliss rippled through my cunt. My nipples throbbed and ached, feeding to the wonderful delight churned in my pussy.
My flesh clamped on it. "The dildo does not come out," Angela ordered. "And you do not cum." "Yes, Mistress," I moaned. "On your knees, slut." I shifted, clenching with my pussy to hold onto the dildo.
That only made me more aware of its thick shaft. It shifted slightly, rubbing at my walls, shooting bliss through my body and making my nipples ache more.
On my knees, the clamps' weight pulled downward, stretching my nipples, adding more pain to my building excitement. It wouldn't take much for me to cum. Angela and Nadiyya sank down before me, their bodies pressed together as they lay on their back, heads turn, sharing kisses.
It was wickedly delicious seeing their pale ivory and dark ebony bodies squirm together, thighs spread open, Angela's left leg entwined with Nadiyya's right. Their pussies both glistened, lips parting to show pink, wet flesh. "Pleasure us with your fingers and tongue," moaned Angela. "You have to go back and forth.
Make us cum together." "Yes, my Queen," I moaned, sliding my right hand up Nadiyya's dark thigh, my left up Angela's, reaching for their cunts. "And, slave, activate your toy." My eyes widened. She was so cruel.
But I would obey her. I took a deep breath and spoke the incantation: "Holy Saphique, give life to my toy so I may give pleasure to all who love you." The toy hummed to life, vibrating inside my pussy. I groaned, a wave of pleasure surging through me. I grit my teeth, fighting my orgasm that already threatened to consume my body. I exhaled through my nose, teeth grinding, my eyes locking on Angela, pleading.
She shook her head. "Make us cum, slave. You're being punished." "Yes, my Queen." I groaned, fighting my urges. It was so hard.
The vibrator stirred my cunt to a froth. I had to grip it, to make sure it stayed in me as it teased my snatch. Ripples of pleasure washed through me. My nipples ached so much. All I wanted to do was to surrender. Instead, I plunged my fingers into their cunts, two from each hand. I sank my digits into a pair of hot, tight pussies.
Each felt slightly different. I loved the differences between women. No two pussies were alike, just like no two women were. I leaned over, my tongue and tongue stud flicking at Angela's hard clit peeking out of its sheath.
She groaned, trembled, her legs twitching as I circled her pink nub, gathering her tangy juices on my tongue. Then I switched over to Nadiyya, licking through her folds around my plunging fingers, gathering her sweet musk. "Pater's cock," gasped Nadiyya as the hard point of my tongue stud circled her clit. "Oh, that's nice." "She is wonderful," Angela purred.
"The best at licking pussy and pleasing a woman. "I can tell," groaned Nadiyya. "I have heard of the skill of Saphique's priestesses. I just never imagined I would enjoy one." I beamed at her, thrusting my fingers faster. Hearing their praise made it easier ignoring the humming pleasure in my pussy.
I had to focus on them and ignore my body. I couldn't dwell on the throbbing pain in my nipples and the churning rapture in my cunt. I had to control my body for my Queen. I moved back to Angela's pussy, licking and nuzzling at her folds, savoring the wet sound of my fingers sluicing through her dripping cunt. Her tangy juices stained my lips. I moved to Nadiyya's pussy, licking hard.
I savored their sweet and tangy juices mixing together. It was so hot and exciting to pleasure them both, to feel their pussies clench and relax on my fingers. I flicked up to Nadiyya's clit, batted it then moved back to Angela's, flicking hard. Her large breasts heaved. She moaned, shuddering, her pussy clenching on my fingers as I stirred her up.
Juices poured out of both women, soaking into the bedroll, perfuming the air. "Do you like my fingers and tongue?" I purred.
"Do you like your slave pleasing you." "So much," moaned Angela. "And do you like the dildo churning in your cunt?" I gasped, my body suddenly exploding with sensations as she focused my mind on the toy. I let out a whimpering moan and clamped my jaw shut. An orgasm swelled in me. My fingers curled in their pussies, assaulting their G-spots.
"I asked you a question, slave," hissed Angela. "Yes, yes, yes, my Queen. I love the dildo." I stared into her eyes. "May I cum, my Queen?" "No." I nodded, groaning, forcing down my orgasm. It was so hard. My body was built to cum, it was designed to experience wonderful paroxysm after bombshell skyla novea enjoys big cock of landlord paroxysm.
To explode with delight. And she denied it. She wouldn't let me have my gasping relief. I sucked in deep breaths, almost hyperventilating as I shoved a third finger into their cunts, reaming them in and out, concentrating on pleasing them, on making them cum. The sooner they erupted, the sooner I would have my own orgasm. "Oh, yes," gasped Nadiyya as my tongue swirled around her clit, pressing the round ball at the end of my tongue stud into her sensitive nub.
"Oh, she's so good." "Uh-huh," moaned Angela. "But we need more. We need our cunts stretched out." "Yes! That would be wonderful!" I shoved my little finger into both their cunts, their flesh clenching around my four digits. They moaned. Angela leaned her head over, capturing Nadiyya's in a tongue-filled kiss.
They both shuddered, moans muffled as I worked back and forth on their clits. With four fingers in them, I curled them into a fist, tucking my thumb into my palm, and fucked them hard.
They both bucked as I rammed my fists into their cunts, stretching them out. I trembled, the humming in my pussy growing harder and harder to ignore. "Seljan's beard," gasped Nadiyya, breaking the kiss.
"Gods, she has her entire fist in me." "Uh-huh," groaned Angela. Both women's pillowy tits jiggled as their hips humped against me. I fisted them hard, jabbing deep into their cunts. Hot flesh wrapped about my wrists. I drew back and fucked them in again. The motion made my breasts jiggle, my nipple clamps swaying, pulling on my nipples, shooting throbbing agony through me.
It ended at my pussy. I trembled, my entire face screwed up as I fought the humming bliss churning through my cunt. The vibrator hummed so fast, so loud. Juices poured down my thighs. My pussy clamped and relaxed on it.
My body shuddered as I fisted the women faster and faster. They had to cum. I had to make them explode. I assaulted both their clits with a mad fervor, flailing my tongue against them. It was a race. There was only so long I could hold out against the humming horny dude having a taste of hairy japanese pussy my pussy.
The vibrator would defeat me. So I had to make them explode. They were both close. I was trained to read the signs. I knew they were about to explode. I rammed my fist in deep, churning them to a froth. They gasped and groaned, their cunts clenching and relaxing. Pussy cream frothed around my wrist. They bucked and heaved, building towards their explosive release. "Sweet Pater's cock," gasped Angela, her head tossing from side to side. "You naughty slave. Yes, yes, yes!" "Seljan's great beard!
Vedr's mighty queef! Pater's huge cock!" screamed Nadiyya. "Slata's juicy cunt! Yes, yes, yes!" They came. Their hot cunts spasmed about my fists and wrists. Their flesh convulsed and massaged my flesh. Both women gasped and moaned, spasming on the bedroll. Their hair tossed, ebony and ivory breasts heaving. I strained, holding on by a thread. I was so close to exploding. "My queen," I moaned. "May I cum?" Angela's tits heaved.
She let out a wordless moan, drowning in her pleasure. "My Queen!" My voice was hoarse. The orgasm seethed in me. I couldn't hold it back any longer. "Please, my Queen!" "You may cum!" The words triggered the detonation of rapture. My orgasm, denied for so long, consumed me. In an instant, ecstasy bathed my mind.
Everything went black. Lights exploded across my vision as I spasmed and screamed. I drank it real euro nurse fucked by doctor until cum, savoring the humming toy and my aching nipples. Rapture after rapture exploded through me, drowning me.
I loved it. Cumming after being denied was the best. Angela knew I needed it. She always gave me what I wanted—pain, domination, and rapture. The humming pulled out of my pussy. A soft voice whispered in my ear. "Come back to me." "My Queen," I croaked, eyes fluttering open. Angela was above me, her tits dangling, my head pillowed on her lap. "Have you learned your lesson?" I gave her a tired grin.
"I won't let any more efreets capture me, my Queen." "Good." She stroked my sweaty forehead. I felt so loved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chaun I blinked in shock when Xandra entered our tent leading Yasmine after her. My wife's pale hand trembled as she held the Halanian girl's dark bent over quickie with my husband before work. My jaw dropped as my wife kissed Yasmine hard on the lips. They were both naked. Xandra had stripped outside?
My wife's petite body pressed into the lush form of Yasmine. This was so unlike Xandra. I had to cajole her into having sex with Xera or Sophia, arouse her, whisper into her ear, seduce my wife into a threesome.
And now she was initiating one on her own? I had to say something, but my cock throbbed so hard as I watched them kiss. All day, Xandra had been remote, withdrawn. Riad had fucked her, pretending to be me. She didn't know it wasn't me. My wife had cheated on me unknowingly. I was cuckolded by myself.
I doubt any changeling in history could say that. We did the skinny blond schoolgirl slut lia lor fucks her neighbor after cla. We assumed husbands' forms and seduced their wives.
We didn't have wives. We didn't have women who loved us. And Xandra did. She shone with the white aura every married woman possessed, and I could see my form dancing in her thoughts. She loved me. But something was wrong. "Xandra," I said, my voice hoarse, not my smooth tenor. But she didn't answer.
Her hands only cupped Yasmine's round, ebony breasts. My wife leaned her head down and latched onto a brown nipple and sucked. It was easy for my wife, she was shorter. Her pale-blue hair spilled over Yasmine's ebony body. "Oh, yes," gasped Yasmine. "Oh, you are just as wicked as you were in the harem." "She.made love to you in the harem?" Yasmine nodded. "When I helped ready her for Riad." I swallowed, anger tinging my lust.
I hated seeing Riad fucking my wife, using her, tricking her. But it was swallowed by the throb of my aching cock. I stroked my shaft as I watched my wife's cheek hollow as she suckled.
Then her pink tongue swirled around the nub, teasing it. Yasmine gasped, my wife's hand pressing between ebony thighs. She fingered the other woman, so calm, so sure of herself. This wasn't my wife. She didn't act like such a wanton seductress. I had to say something. And then Xandra pulled her fingers out of Yasmine's cunt. They glistened.
She brought them to her lips, sucking on them as she stared at me. I groaned, watching her work her fingers in and out of her mouth like a cock while Yasmine fell to her knees, stroking my thighs. "Oh, you are such a sexy man," groaned Yasmine. "I've been staring at you all day. I'm so glad Xandra offered to share you." "This was her idea?" I groaned as her ebony fingers, lighter than my midnight-black skin, reached my silver pubic hair.
She nodded her head as she leaned down. Her pink tongue licked up my shaft to the crown. My back arched. I let out a low groan. Xandra watched us, still sucking on her fingers, her hips shifting. Her pussy was shaved, only a line of fine blue leading to her pussy which glistened with her excitement.
Her eyes flicked to Yasmine's shaking ass. "Xandra," I groaned. "What is going on?" She didn't answer. Instead, she fell to her knees, seized Yasmine's ass, and buried her face into the Halanian girl's pussy.
Yasmine moaned as she licked the crown of my dick, rocking back into my wife's noisy licks. Xandra let out purring moans. She enjoyed herself. She was getting into sex. Normally when we had threesomes, she was passive, letting us touch and caress her. The only time she was active was when we were alone together. I wanted this from her. I had been leading her to opening up. I wanted to fuck her with Thrak, sharing her body. I wanted to fuck Faoril while she fucked the orc. I wanted to show my wife that monogamy was for fools, that our bodies were meant for so much more.
And now I had, and it felt wrong. This wasn't her. "Xandra," I groaned as Yasmine sucked on the tip of my cock. Pleasure exploded down the length of my dick. My head arched. I groaned, savoring the thrill of her blowjob. It drove all my concerns from my mind. I was a changeling, my race birthed from the God of Lust's indiscriminate masturbation. He spewed his seed across the world. All those descended from him, mortal and divine, were inflicted with lusts. They controlled us in one form or another.
"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Suck my cock. Mmm, yes. I love it when you moan. Xandra must be licking your pussy so well." "I am," Xandra moaned, her voice a light song. "She tastes so good. Enjoy her mouth while I enjoy her cunt." A part of me knew that wasn't how my wife should sound. But the rest of me didn't care.
Yasmine bobbed her mouth up and down my cock. She sucked so hard. My balls ached. Her hand cupped them, massaging all three of my balls. I shuddered, my dick aching in her mouth. Xandra licked louder, slurping down Yasmine's juices. Her head bobbed as she licked up and down. I watched her eyes flash over Yasmine's heart-shaped ass while my hand ran through the Halanian girl's black hair. "That's it, suck my cock," I growled. "I'm going to dump so much cum down your throat." "Then you get to fuck her cunt," moaned Xandra.
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My eyes squeezed shut as I groaned, the pressure building in my three balls. Yasmine moaned loudly about my dick. She bucked and shuddered. Xandra let out a purring song, slurping down the juices.
The Halanian girl had cum. My wife had licked her to an orgasm. The thought shot through my pleasure wracked mind then raced down my body, a tingling arrow shooting into my balls. I came. "Las's cock," I moaned as my cum boiled into Yasmine's hungry mouth. Xandra suddenly moved, darting around Yasmine as my cum boiled out of my dick.
I groaned, heaving, the pleasure peaking through me as my wife pressed her slim body against me. Juices dripped from her chin. She leaned over, planting a spicy kiss on my mouth, letting me taste Yasmine's musk, her tongue dueling my mouth. Yasmine popped her mouth off my cock. "Mmm, so good," she purred. "And you're still hard. Your wife boasted about your cock." I wanted to answer, but Xandra's kiss was hungry, intoxicating. I could only moan into my wife's lips as Yasmine straddled my waist.
Her hands stroked my dick, making me ache. She brought my cock to the entrance of her cunt, rubbing it against her dripping folds, stirred to a froth by the tongue probing my mouth. I shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as Yasmine sank her pussy down on my dick. "Oh, yes, this is an amazing cock. Mmm, so long and thick. You are a lucky woman." Xandra broke the kiss, her body moving again.
"My husband is remarkable. He fucks me so hard. And he is also so skilled at licking my pussy." "Xandra," I groaned as she straddled my face. Her pussy somehow looked even more innocent than ever. Flashes of Riad fucking her in my form, the black cock reaming her pussy, stretching her open, shot through me. My dick throbbed. A shameful twist rippled through my stomach and ached my balls as Xandra settled her pussy on my lips.
I licked through her sweet folds, driving my tongue into my wife's snatch. Xandra moaned, singsong and beautiful. Just like she had when Riad fucked her. I groaned, fighting against the images. She thought he was me.
He looked like me. She thought it was my cock fucking her, my cock making her sing and gasp. I licked her pussy harder. I had to hear her moan and gasp. I had to make her cum. I had to make her forget about Riad. My tongue flicked and fluttered through her pussy.
I assaulted her clit. I made her gasp and shudder. She undulated, grinding her hot flesh on my face as Yasmine rode my cock faster and faster. Both women moaned: Yasmine's throaty, Xandra's beautiful. My wife sang as she groaned on me, trilling out her pleasure as music. It spurred me to lick her harder, faster. I would give her such pleasure. Her thighs squeezed about the side of my face as she rubbed her pussy harder and harder on my lips. "Yes, yes, yes," Yasmine gasped.
"Oh, this is an amazing cock. And he must be devouring you. The sounds you make. You're like a bird." "I am a bird," Xandra moaned. "An avian. Mmm, he's churning me up. My sweet Chaun. Yes, yes, yes, make me cum. I need to cum!" Her song cut off as I heard her kiss Boyfriend assists with hymen examination and riding of virgin teenie. I pictured their faces pressed together, tongues lashing, hands stroking each other's bodies.
Did they grope each other's breasts and pinch each other's nipples? Did they stroke sides or squeeze each other's asses? I couldn't see. All I could do was lick and nuzzle my wife's snatch. I slid my tongue through my wife's flesh as my dick ached in Yasmine's tight pussy. Every stroke of her cunt sliding up and down on my shaft made my three balls boil more sex xxx story full uae more.
She was so skilled. Pleasure rushed through my body as I grew drunk on my wife's sweet snatch. She drove me wild. She brought me closer and closer to my gasping son seduced mom in bed. I shuddered on the bed.
I heaved, thrusting up into her cunt. Her hot, wet, tight cunt. Xandra broke the kiss. "Chaun!" she sang. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her pussy convulsed. Juices flooded into my hungry mouth. I drank them down. They gushed into my mouth. She squirmed, her voice singing even louder. Such wonderful pleasure sang from her. I clutched her thighs, so glad I gave her this bliss. "Gods, what a cock," hissed Yasmine, fucking me faster, grinding her clit into my groin as her hips undulated.
My dick throbbed, my balls boiled. "Pater's cock, I love this dick! Yes, yes! I'm going to. Cum!" Her pussy spasmed about my dick. I grunted. My back arched. My hands clenched my wife's thighs as she shuddered on me. Rapture built in my balls, eager to explode through my body and give me bliss.
"Cum in her," my wife hissed, her fingernails scratching at my stomach as she shuddered on my lips. "Flood her cunt with your jizz!" "Yes," I moaned into her flesh, eager for the explosion. Yasmine's milking pussy caressed my cock. The sensation raced down my dick. My balls unloaded.
Cum fountained into her pussy. The woman swayed and gasped as rapture pulsed through my body. I moaned into my wife's pussy, shuddering and groaning, savoring every eruption shooting pleasure through my body. "Oh, wow," Yasmine purred, her pussy's convulsions slowing, stopping. "Mmm, that was hot." Xandra let out a keening moan and then both women were falling off of me, my cock popping out of Yasmine's cunt.
I watched as my wife forced Yasmine down. Xandra buried her face into the woman's blonde mature teacher threesome horny lesbian holiday in holland, lapping up my cum, her ass shaking, inviting me. What was wrong with her? But that ass beckoned. I licked my lips drenched in her pussy juices. I had to fuck her. I had to satiate my lusts. I could figure out what was wrong with her later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thrak "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked for the third time. She nodded her head, trembling, her naked breasts jiggling. Her nipples would look perfect with silver rings piercing them.
"I don't think there is any other way. I've been pondering it all day. I think I can modify Fireeyes's mind control magic and use it to tame your rage, to let you control it." She swallowed. "I have to try." I stared into her brown and saw the fear.
Ever since she accidentally got Relaria killed while mind-controlling the lamia, she had been afraid of losing control of her magic. She almost lost the ability to even cast it for awhile until I forced her to save my life in the bowels of Mount Peritito. She couldn't live in fear of her magic. "Yes, you do have to do this." She gave me a smile, a drop of my cum glistening on her lips.
She had sucked my cock before trying, needing jizz to power her magic. She took a deep breath and stared at me. There were never any signs of her magic that I could see.
It was only noticeable by the effects it conjured. She worked with the five elements-fire, water, wind, earth, and life.
And it was life that she sank into me. A chill rippled across my skin. Was she doing something to me? Or was I merely reacting to the possibility? My stomach churned and. A surge of anger boiled through me.
The rage, always lurking in the back of my mind, leaped to the forefront. Despite there not being a threat or danger I had to react to, I wanted to surrender to its control. I furrowed my brow. "Faoril?" "I think that will do it," she said, cocking her head. The rage surged harder. It boiled through my mind. I groaned. I didn't want to surrender. I didn't want it to take over. It scared me. It controlled me. There was only killing and fucking when I was berserk, except that small part of me, the real me, locked in the corner, forced to watch my atrocities.
"Faoril," I snarled again, my fists clenching. Normally, I chose when I raged. I didn't let it take over and consume. But it was so powerful now, battering at my control. Her magic stimulated it and— My vision flashed red. I roared in bellicose fury. I had to kill. I had to hurt. I had to get the anger out of me any way possible. "There, you should be in control," Faoril said, her words distant, barely registering through the rage.
My eyes locked on her. The bitch had to be punished. Killed. My fist slammed out into the side of her head, throwing her back into the side of the tent, stretching the canvas and snapping a wooden frame. The crunching impact of my fist into her head was such a satisfying sound. The tent collapsed around me, choking me, attacking me. My hands ripped through the fabric. I bellowed as I burst out into the night, staring around at the camp.
I howled my fury, looking for someone else to hurt. To be continued.