"Master!" scread from my throat as I rolled my body. Heat burned across my back, dog claws scratching as the beast scrambled to stay on .
My fingernails sprouted claws. Fury hissed from as jaws snapped down at my face, green eyes reflecting death. I struck the dog's muzzle with a slashing blow. Its head jerked before its snapping jaw bit by my ear, almost tearing into the sensitive spot. My ear twitched back as my lithe body squird beneath the beast.
Around , dogs snarled. Master shouted, blocking snapping jaws with his arm, blood spurting. His dagger flashed. The dog whimpered, staggering away in a spurt of crimson, the mangy beast collapsing on the ground. Mistress scread sothing. Rainbow light flared as she scrambled from a snarling beast.
It bayed in terror. Its claws tore at the underbrush before bursting out and dashing through the regrouping soldiers. Horses neighed in shock, rearing. One soldier cursed, landing on his back in a crumple of tal.
Then the hound attacking lounged again, blood matting the fur on the side of his face. His claws scratched below my breasts, saliva dripping. My hands hands grabbed at his furry neck, loose skin sliding over strong muscles as it snapped jaws shut an inch from my nose. I hissed, tail twitching. My legs curled, planted on his belly, thrust.
The dog snarled, tumbling off my body. The pair of us scrambled to our feet, brush rustling. I went into a low crouch, spitting fury, blood welling from scratches across my torso, each line burning pain.
"I need to be pretty for Master!" I yowled as the dog lunged.
tal fleshed.
A throwing dagger took the hound in the side of the neck. It crashed into a twitching heap before . Master's short sword rasped as he ripped it out of its sheath. He whirled to face the regrouped soldiers. They charged in at the brush.
I turned to fight them ard with only my claws.
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Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
I trembled beneath my father's desk, his cock throbbing before , soaked in my incestuous cream. The sight of his glistening shaft, my pussy dribbling with his seed, sent more lust through . What was wrong with ? Why did this cock obsess so?
I hated him!
He just fucked ! His daughter! He was like Sven. He fucked his sister, crossing forbidden lines. I hungered for my father's dick, too. Just as filthy as them. As the door opened, the steps of Master Mage Shevoin entering my father's study, I licked my lips.
And then I licked my father's cock.
The fresh flavor of my pussy juices coated my tongue as I drew up his shaft. I reached the tip, flicking the pink crown. What monts before softened now hardened. My tongue swirled around the crown before I kissed down his dick again to his balls swaddled in pale-gold pubic hair. I savored my juices, lapping them off his nuts, sucking them into my mouth.
So full of the seed that wanted to breed . His own daughter!
The humiliation of doing this, of being driven by my weak body, shad . I loved Sven, even if he transgressed into incest, so it made feel so bad to enjoy another man. My father! But my desire so strong, they compelled to do this when another man was in the room. My lusts drove to be such a whore for my father.
Tears fell down my cheeks even as my tongue licked back up his fully erect shaft. A chair scraped on stone then creaked, Shevoin sitting. My lips engulfed the tip of my father's cock, bringing a slight groan from his lips.
"There were fluctuations with the lodestone," Shevoin rasped. I pictured the older Thosian man, his hair gray. Tall and lean, with a rasp brought about by his pipe smoking.
"Is this a problem?" asked my father as I slid more and more of his cock into my mouth. My tongue danced around the tip, reveling in the taste of my fresh juices. "It shouldn't have anything to do with the overdue shipnt."
"No, no, I corrected it. The connection to your army remains strong," Shevoin said. "I fear this is caused by the chaotic nature of Faerie. The cattle have no effect on the efficacy of the lodestone. You know that, your Highness."
"Sorry," Father said, voice tight as my cheeks hollowed. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to love this cock. "I have other... concerns drawing my attention at the mont."
My cheeks burned in humiliation. I was such a whore.
"I have applied a new mathematical model to the conduit," Shevoin said. "One that should properly deal with the fluctuations of—"
"I do not need the details, Master Mage," Father said, his hand reaching down, stroking through my strawberry-blonde hair. His hand tightened, pushing my mouth farther and farther down his cock.
It hit the back of my throat.
"Of course, your Highness. Just rest assured, your army will put into the field. And I am sure Zizthithana will provide more cattle soon."
"That naga cunt better," growled Father, his hand pushing down the back of my head, forcing his cock down my throat.
I relaxed it, so eager to please the man I loathed. Hearing the naga's na, the foul creature who ruled the province of Hizzithya on the other side of the Despeir Mountains, gave context to "cattle." The captured slaves Sven and Kora freed. My father needed them for his foul plans. How were they necessary for the control of his imbued army?
It was so hard to focus on those questions as his cock slid farther and farther down my throat. My lips pressed into his pubic hair. I sucked breaths through my nose, my pussy growing hotter. More incestuous cum leaked out of . It ran thick down my thighs. I shoved my hand between them, sliding up the stick my ss to my weeping cunt.
Rubbed it.
I let out a soft sight about my father's cock, swallowing, massaging it with my throat. He gripped my hair but didn't fuck my mouth up and down his cock. Not with Shevoin in the room. But I could tell he wanted to use as his whore.
His own daughter!
Such an evil man. My fingers plunged faster, diving through my sloppy depths. Rapture surged through . Cum and pussy juices dribbled down my hand. My small breasts jiggled, a tremble racing through my body.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my clit, massaging it. Pleasure surged through .
"And your trip, your Majesty. Was it successful?"
"Very," Father said. "You were correct about her. She was exactly what I needed. The results have been... wonderful."
Father's cock throbbed in my throat. I plunged my fingers faster and faster into my cunt. Who was this won he spoke of? Where had he gone on his trip? I stirred my snatch to a froth, questions and sha swirling through , crashing into the pleasure, the naughty thrill of blowing my father with soone else in the room.
Of being his whore.
"Well, your Highness, if there is anything else you need of ?" Shevoin asked.
"No, no. You are dismissed. I have... work to catch up on."
The chair creaked as Shevoin rose. I shuddered, glad he was gone. What if he discovered being my father's whore. The sha would kill . And though I wanted him to stay, to learn more, I needed him to leave before I ca like the slut I'd beco.
My pussy sucked at my fingers. The pleasure built and built in . His footsteps retreated. I moaned louder about my father's cock, whimpering like the little princess-whore I was. My eyes squeezed shut. Just as disgusting as Sven and his sister.
I enjoyed incest just as much as they did.
The door opened. "Your highness, what is that sound. It's so... wet."
"What sound?" Father asked. "You are dismissed, Shevoin."
"Yes, yes, you're right." The door closed.
I ca.
My orgasm exploded through . I couldn't hold it back a mont longer. I scread about my father's cock, my voice muffled by the shaft buried in my throat. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair.
Then he fucked my head up and down his cock. His other hand gripped as he pumped my mouth faster. I shuddered, his dick burying over and over down my throat, using like his little slut-princess.
"My sweetling, yes," he groaned. "Such a whore for my cock."
I was. I ca harder.
My pussy convulsed about my fingers. Hot juices flooded out of my cunt and dribbled down my arm and thighs. I moaned and gasped, sucking on his dick, my throat becoming so wonderfully raw as the bastard used .
His fingers tightened in my hair. He groaned, his chair creaking. Then his salty cum flooded my mouth. So thick and creamy. I shivered, gulping it down with the hunger of a female mage, just a slut for jizz.
My father's incestuous seed ward my belly as he gasped, "Yes, my sweetling! Such a good daughter!"
I shuddered in disgust. Sven couldn't kill my father fast enough. He had to reach the lodestone and destroy it!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rogue's Hot Pursuit
Sven Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
Horns sounded.
"Las's blighted cock!" I swore, throwing a look over my shoulder at the foggy fields. "Another patrol?"
"Closing fast by the sounds of it," Kora said, heeling her new mount to a cantor.
I gripped my short sword in one hand, blood dripping from the weapon's point, and the reins of my purloined horse in the other. We took the mounts of the patrol we slew. Kora and Zanyia both rode new steeds, each holding the long leads for our remounts. Beside my stallion Night and Kora's mare Rainbow, we had another three horses for us to ride after our first battle.
"Faster!" I snarled, heeling my horse. With remounts, we could push our horses, switching them when the grew tired.
Zanyia, her body scratched and bloodied, leaned low over her gelding, her lithe legs holding on, flexing as she bounced, her small breasts jiggling. I didn't suspect she had any skill at riding. She looked lean and dangerous now. On my other side, Kora rode, her pink robes billowing, her twin braids bouncing down her back.
On the horizon, a green blur lood, the Forest of Lhes. But it was far, across miles and miles of farmland. Cleared land with no places to hide. And with bloodhounds tracking us, we had no escape from the soldiers. I leaned low over my warhorse. He snorted, lather frothing his brown coat. Hooves drumd on the hard pack dirt of the framing road.
More horns sounded.
"From the west," Zanyia cried.
"They're closing in on us!" Kora shouted.
"So we have to ride faster!" I spurred my mount again. He neighed, hooves thudding on the ground.
"We'll kill the horses!" Kora shouted.
"We have remounts." My heart thudded. I threw a look over my shoulder. The fog behind us swirled, revealing a patrol galloping in full armor. "And they can't ride as fast. Not in the armor. We have to keep pushing. No stop. No rest."
"Right, brother mine!" Kora said, voice tight.
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Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
My pussy burned and itched. It was hours before I escaped my father's study with three more loads of cum deposited in my pussy, my father hoping to breed . Now, in the darkness of my bower, I squird on my bed in my thin nightgown. Such sha and lust burned through , keeping from sleep.
My agitation was so great, I sent Greta away, not wanting her to witness how depraved my father made . She pouted, but I was firm with my bedmaid.
I couldn't resist that hot hole between my snatch. I shoved my hands between my thighs, rubbing at my heated flesh. I stroked through my strawberry bush, caressing my labia. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, squirming, delight tingling through .
My eyes squeezed shut. My father's hated face floated before . His words that he made my mother his whore burned through . She loved him. She wasn't a wanton slattern panting after his dick. She was better than .
I should think of Sven. My love. My betrothed. My heart. He was the man I should yearn for.
I forced away the image of my father's face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair so perfect for running my hands through, his bold chin that I loved to nibble on, his lean and muscular body, not brawny like a warrior, but dangerous. He had a grace about his movents, fingers dexterous.
So dexterous.
He knew how to play with my pussy. How to touch , stroke .
I mimicked the naughty things he'd done to my cunt. The way he would dance his fingers across my snatch. I shivered, caressing my clit in his teasing manner. Delight shivered through my throat as I imagined him beside , stroking .
And then Kora appeared. Mmm, brother mine, I need you, she moaned through my imagination. I need that cock in .
I shuddered, my cheeks burning, imagining brother and sister coming together in incestuous passion. His strong hands cupped her breasts, the left tattooed with flowering vines. He squeezed them while I frigged, watching them.
This is how Sven loves a woman, Kora moaned. He touches the way he touches you. He makes quiver.
"It's wrong," I groaned, the image of Sven kneading his little sister's tits searing through my mind. He squeezed those round breasts, bigger than my small mounds. His lips descended.
Sucking on a pink nipple.
Kora's wanton moans echoed through my imagination, her dancer-lithe body shifting beneath him. She writhed, enjoying the taboo pleasure of her brother's mouth sucking on her nipple. His tongue swirled around her nub the way he'd love mine.
My left hand found my small breast, finger dancing around my nipple. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. I slipped two fingers into my sopping depths, my back arching on my bed. The pleasure surged through .
"You're freaks!" I groaned. "Depraved freaks for loving each other."
We are, Kora moaned as her brother sucked so hard on her nipple, his naked body shifting on hers, his dick so hard for his sister's flesh. Just like you.
"Yes!" I hissed, my pussy clenching on my two digits, aching for my father's cock to penetrate instead. "I am!"
So why do you despise Sven for loving ? Kora asked while Sven kissed down her body in my imagination. For indulging in the sa passion that burns in you. At least Sven loves . He doesn't hate .
"I hate him so much, Kora!" I whimpered, my body shuddering. "I don't understand why his dick makes so wet. He's my father!"
It's so wrong, Sven groaned, his blue eyes swallowing my imagination.
I shivered, pinching my nipple, frigging my pussy, drowning in the mory of his eyes. I wanted to see Sven so badly. To be held by him. My fantasy lover pushed his sister's thighs apart. He leaned down, taking a lick through her incestuous snatch.
Oh, Ava, I envied you so much, Kora moaned. I wanted my brother so badly. We can share him.
You can join us, Sven groaned. Share in our depravity, In our taboo love.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, my body quivering. "I want that so much, Sven!"
We understand, Kora moaned. Your attraction to your horrid father. It's the taboo nature of incest. Of crossing that forbidden line. That's what compels you to fuck him. It's not love like we share. and you, Ava, we're the sa.
We love Sven.
"Yes, yes, yes," I howled, my pussy clenching so hard on my fingers. "I love him so much! He makes so wet! He makes so horny!"
My fingers frigged my pussy, Kora pulling Sven up to her. They kissed, his lips coated in her pussy juices. Her hands guided his cock to her taboo hole. Brother and sister united in my fantasy, his cock ramming into her cunt.
"That's so beautiful!" I gasped. "So wrong and beautiful! I want that! I want to revel in incest! In the forbidden, carnal love!"
You can, Sven groaned, pumping hard, ramming his cock into his sister's cunt. Just co and visit us.
Join us! moaned Kora. Share in our forbidden love!
"Yes!" I howled, my body bucking, the rapture shooting through . My fantasy carried into the heights of rapture.
I ca.
My pussy spasd about my fingers. I groaned and whimpered. My bed creaked. I undulated on my linen sheets, juices gushing around my plunging digits. The air perfud with my fresh musk. I whimpered, pinching my nipple so hard. Sven groaned, cumming in his sister's snatch, pumping his wonderful seed into her.
Ecstasy burned through my mind. I had to join them. Tonight, I would lie with brother and sister, share in their incestuous love. The three of us—no, four with Zanyia—would savor such rapture tonight.
"I love you!" I moaned to them as they quivered in the sa rapture I felt.
"Thinking of , sweetling?" the voice of my father said.
I gasped, eyes opening to see his pale form in my bedchamber, his hands rubbing at his gray hose, his cock bulging it. My body convulsed a final ti, my pussy clenching on my digits. Such lusts surged through at the sight of his hated face.
"Yes," I lied, ripping my fingers out of my snatch. I brought them to my mouth, sucking on my fresh cream. "Yes, I was, Daddy."
He grinned, pulling out his cock as he approached .
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Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
The ruby amulet bounced between my breasts as I galloped on my third mount of the day. He flagged, snorting, his pace slowing. I hated riding the poor beast so hard. One had already died because of how hard we pushed.
���I need to change mounts," I gasped to Sven, my entire body aching, sore from bouncing on my horse.
"They're close," Sven snarled, hauling up his mount, the flanks lathered in sweat. "But fine."
Zanyia whimpered. She tottered off her mount. Her naked thighs rubbed raw. She scurried bow-legged to a fresh horse. My own thighs, protected by the soft cloth of my robes, felt like leather. My ass ached, my thighs jelly.
I groaned, climbing off my horse. I had no idea what ti it was. The clouds hid the moon. An entire day spent riding, and now we pressed into the night. But torches burned in the dark. Another patrol approached.
We'd killed two more today, using our magic and skill, utilizing the weakness of their armor. But we were growing more and more weak. It was so hard to think, to rember the formula for the prayers to my goddess.
"Sweet Rithi's gaze," I groaned, climbing up onto my new mount, captured from the last patrol we killed.
"Hurry up," Sven snarled, already on his fresh mount, his left arm cradled in a sling, a blood bandage staining it. He took a sword stroke that cut him almost to the bone. We all needed my healing magic, but I had no ti to cast it. "Move, sister dear!"
"I'm ready, brother mine," I panted, swaying.
"Master!" Zanyia gasped, her tail growing rigid on her horse, head whipping through the darkness.
Sven cursed. He jerked up his hand crossbow from his belt, aid, and fired. A bolt hissed into the darkness. A horse scread in pain. I winced. These poor, wonderful creatures did not deserve the misery we put them through. They should gallop free, not being ridden to their deaths.
Then sothing tugged at my sleeve. I gasped, my robe pulling against . I felt a weight dragging at . I fumbled, finding a wooden dowel shoved through clothing and sothing triangular and tal at the tip...
"Arrows!" I shouted, sothing hissing down and clattering on the road.
One of our remounts scread, bucked, then ripped from of the lead I gripped in my left hand. It staggered into the night, an arrow buried in its flank. I heeled my horse, heart beating in terror as the missiles rained out of the darkness.
"Go, go, go!" Sven shouted, ducking low.
My spine itched. I pressed myself into the mane of my new horse, the pain in my thighs and ass forgotten as death hissed from above. Dark streaks flashed past my vision, falling around us as the patrol fired blind. I felt so exposed. So vulnerable. At any mont, death would find .
Or Sven or Zanyia.
My heart clenched in terror for my brother and the lamia. I didn't want to lose either of them. My brother owned my heart, and Zanyia had nestled in there with him, cuddling about my feelings for Sven, interwoven with them. I didn't want to lose either of them.
"Rithi, please!" I groaned. "Don't let their arrows find our flesh."
"I think we're out of range!" Sven shouted. "Zanyia?"
"They're chasing after us and not firing, Master," the lamia said. "They're close though. They must be on fresh mounts, too."
My horse's next galloping step didn't hit level ground. I felt my horse sink forward, stepping in so hole. Bone snapped. My horse squealed. And then the world tumbled. I scread before crashing into the ground.
Pain exploded in my arm. My face burned. My horse scread.
"Kora!"
Horns sounded so close. The world spun around . My stomach felt queasy. I struggled to rise and...
Darkness seized .
Chapter Twenty-Four: Princess's Wanton Surrender
Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
"Daddy!" I whimpered as my father buried his face into my snatch. His tongue licked through my folds. His pale-blue eyes stared up at , the normal glacier lting into passion. "Oh, Daddy, yes!"
His hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, my nightgown shoved up past my waist. His whiskered cheeks rubbed on my clit. I let him feast, let him indulge in his incestuous desires for as his tongue dove through my folds, whipping such delight through my body.
My eyes rolled back into my head. My hips writhed, grinding my pussy against his mouth. Pleasure shuddered through . I craved this taboo pleasure. Just like Kora and Sven. Father's tongue jamd into my adulterous cunt's depths, swirling around.
Tasting my passion for our incest.
"My sweetling," he groaned between licks. "So horny to be bred by Daddy."
"Yes, yes, yes, breed !" I moaned, grateful again for the contraceptive enchantnt on my body. I may lust for my father, but only Sven would ever breed .
His tongue licked lower, his hands shoving my thighs, folding them across my stomach. I gasped, his face pressing into my butt-cheeks. His tongue danced across my asshole. I whimpered, humping against him as he rimd my sphincter, his whiskers so amazing.
My pussy clenched, envying my asshole. I gasped, his tongue pressing into my bowels, delving into my velvety delight. Wicked pleasure rippled to my boiling cunt. I clutched at my knees, holding my legs folded to my chest, my nipples throbbing in my thin nightgown.
"Oh, what a naughty Daddy," I groaned. "That's my asshole!"
"Your last virgin hole," he groaned, not realizing that Sven had enjoyed every inch of my body years ago.
How I ca hard that night Sven had buggered for the first ti, my head sticking out the window of his room at the University of Az, staring out at the manicured grounds, letting my royal passions moan into the darkness as he read my asshole.
I shuddered, Father's tongue probing into the depths of my asshole. He shifted his head, his gold crown rubbing on my thigh, so cold. I flinched from it even as another wave of delight rippled out of my bowels, making my entire body twitch.
My toes curled.
"Such a wicked Daddy," I gasped. "Ooh, playing with your daughter's asshole."
"Such a dirty, yummy hole, my sweetling," he groaned between licks. "But perfect. Just like your mother's. You are her reborn."
I shuddered at that, wanting to shout out I wasn't Mother. That he couldn't do this. But I didn't. Not when my treasonous pussy craved his cock so much. When my whorish asshole craved the incestuous contact of his tongue rimming .
And he didn't disappoint. He jamd his tongue into the depths of my asshole again, reaching as far as he could. He swirled against my bowels, making my pussy hotter and hotter. My snatch tightened, aching to be filled.
"Oh, Daddy, just fuck !" I howled. "Give that dick again."
"You just can't get enough of Daddy's dick, can you, sweetling?"
"Yes! I need it more! I need your cum in always. Breeding ! Soiling , Daddy!"
He licked my asshole once more. "But Daddy needs to plunder a different hole tonight."
"You can fuck my asshole, too, Daddy!" I moaned. "I don't care where you dump your cum." It was the truth. I didn't. I just needed his cock in , giving the relief that I need.
"My sweetling!" he moaned.
Then he pulled away from my asshole. I let go of my thighs as he gazed down at . Feeling whorish, I pulled off my nightgown, exposing my breasts. He cupped them, feeling my small mounds. I shuddered, his thumbs sweeping across my nipples.
He grabbed my pillow and placed it beside . Before I could question him, I gasped as he rolled over onto my belly, the bolster beneath my stomach, elevating my ass. I gasped, his legs forcing my thighs apart as he knelt between them, his cock nudging my strawberry muff.
Then he ramd his cock into my pussy.
My back arched. "Daddy!" I whimpered. "That's not my asshole."
"Just need to lube my cock with your juices. I don't want to hurt my sweetling."
Then you never should have fucked ! You never should have killed Sven's family! You should have let marry him!
My pussy clenched down hard on his dick as the anger surged through my lust. He groaned, pumping through my tight snatch. The friction rippled through , making groan, blunting my fury, dulling it with passion.
Then he ripped his cock out of my snatch, the wet tip sliding past my taint and in between my butt-cheeks. I gasped as he rubbed it on my sphincter. I didn't fight as he pressed forward, pushing into my bowels.
"You'll love having my cock up your ass, my sweetling," he groaned, his pussy-lubed cock sliding deeper and deeper into my bowels. "Just like your mother."
"I just want to love you like she did!" I lied, his cock burying into my anal depths. He was as big as my Sven's.
And felt so amazing.
He groaned, savoring my tight asshole. Then he drew back his hips. I quivered, loving the feel of his dick thrusting in and out of . He read my bowels over and over. He pumped them into my depths, his crotch smacking over and over into my butt-cheeks.
I shuddered, clenching my bowels on his girth every ti he buried into . He grunted his pleasure, leaning over as he read my bowels. He sodomized hard, my nipples rasping into my linen sheets, the bed creaking, headboard smacking the stone walls of my bower.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I gasped. "Fuck my asshole. Ooh, you're reaming so hard. So good. You're driving wild."
"Nothing brings more joy, my sweetling, than to give you pleasure," he panted. "I am so glad you understand. That you love ."
"Always, Daddy!" I gasped, clenching my bowels hard. Once, claiming I loved him was true.
Fire destroyed my love, leaving only angry cinders behind.
I gasped and moaned, my orgasm swelling in my pussy. I savored every hard plunge of his dick into my bowels. They made quiver and groan. My eyes fluttered, the rapture building faster and faster in , leaving trembling, groaning.
Aching to be flooded with his cum.
My bowels squeezed down on his dick over and over, increasing the friction, my pleasure. His balls smacked into my body, so full of his incestuous cum. I whimpered, bucking back into his thrusts, so eager to explode on his dick.
"Daddy!"I squealed, voice so tight, my orgasm on the verge of detonation. "Just a little more!"
"Then you'll cum on my dick, sweetling?" he asked.
"So hard! I... Yes!"
His cock driving into my bowels set off. My asshole convulsed about his dick. He groaned, burying his shaft into my writhing depths. Then his cum flooded . I shuddered, drinking in the warmth of his forbidden jizz.
My pussy spasd. Juices flooded out of my snatch while he groaned above . I whimpered and trembled, the humiliating, shaful pleasure burning through my mind. My entire body convulsed. My thoughts quivered.
Rapture. Ecstasy.
Why did I have to feel this with him?
"My sweetling!" he groaned, hugging , holding tight, rolling us onto our sides as his cock softened in my asshole. "I love you so much."
"Mmm, Daddy, yes," I moaned, stroking his hands clasped over my belly. "Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetling," he asked, nuzzling at my neck, kissing, sucking, smooching.
My stomach twisted. "What's the lodestone?"
"Hmm?" he sighed. His hand slid up my body to my breast, cupping it.
"Master Mage Shevoin ntioned it," I said. "It's in Faerie?"
"Nothing you need worry about, my sweetling." His right hand squeezed my breast, his left rubbing my belly. "You just need to quicken my heir. He'll be a powerful man. A High King. He'll inherit Peter's empire after I re-create it."
I shivered. For two hundred years, war ravaged not just Zeutch, but all the lands of n. My father was mad. The world needed peace, not war.
But I also knew my father. He would never speak tonight. But I would find out.
"I must go," he said. "You need your sleep."
I turned my head, fighting my shudder as he kissed with possessive lips. Then his soft cock slipped out of my bowels, followed by a flood of cum. My bed creaked as he rolled out of it. He gathered his clothing, dressing as I knelt in the growing puddle of his seed, biting my lip.
"Good night, my sweetling," he said.
"Night, Daddy," I purred, closing my eyes.
I waited for him to leave my bower then listened for the door of my sitting room closing. I counted a hundred heartbeats, ensuring he wouldn't return, and then sank my thoughts into my proxy with Sven. I had to talk to him, tell him that the Lodestone was the key. And about the cattle.
I hoped he and his sister reveled in their taboo passion. I wanted to join in them.
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Zanyia – Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch
I leaped onto the shoulder of the soldier, tearing at the gap between his chainmail armor and his helt. Claws bit into flesh. His arterial blood spurted hot. He staggered, gurgling before he sank to the ground in a clatter.
Chaos raged around in the dark. Dogs howled, n shouted, horses neighed. When Kora's mount collapsed and threw her, the enemy fell upon us before we could get her unconscious form on a new horse. I whipped my head around, ears twitching, a cacophony of sounds surged through . Even with my keen eyes, everything was dim shadows, shapes.
I leaped over a charging dog, landing behind him. The dog's claws scratched at the ground, throwing up a furrow of dirt. He whirled around, growling, foam flecking his muzzles, his green eyes sparkling, reflecting what moonlight bled through the clouds.
He charged. I hissed.
We crashed together. Hot teeth snapped for my flesh. I wiggled, hissing as fresh scratches raked my naked body and—
"That hurt!" I yowled, my abused nipple screaming in pain, my left tit throbbing. My teeth found the dog's throat, my claws tearing at his belly as we rolled on the ground.
The dog whimpered, blood splashing my body. I rolled to my feet in a snarling crouch, tears pouring down my cheeks. I touched my nub, winced at the pain flaring. My ears twitched, tail swishing in agitation.
And then sothing grew out of the side of a horse. From master's stallion. I frowned and then blinked, witnessing the rose quartz statue of Princess Ava climb out and drop to the ground. The figure swelled to her full height, the unliving, naked body moving like real flesh despite made of stone.
"Sven?" she asked in hesitation. "What's going on?"
A soldier appeared out of the darkness, swinging at the princess. She scread in shock, throwing up her arms to ward herself. The tal blade crashed into her statue and rebounded, not leaving a mark on her. The soldier cursed, staggering back.
"You tried to kill !" the princess gasped in indignation. Then she slapped the man like any courtly woman would.
Only her hand was made of stone.
The soldier's head snapped around. His helt rang like a bell stuck. He staggered two steps then collapsed in a rattling heap, his weapon tumbling from his hand. Ava stood over him, her small breasts heaving with exertion.
"What is going on? Sven!"
I darted to her, kneeling before her. "It's , Princess, Zanyia. More n found us."
"Oh, no," the princess groaned. "Is Sven hurt?"
"Kora might be." I whimpered, a mix of my throbbing nipple and fear. "I don't know where Master and Mistress are. It's so chaotic."
"Sven!" Ava shouted again.
Another soldier rushed up to us. I hissed, jumping to the side, his swing missing . He staggered from the blow. Ava squeaked in shock, staggering back like the blade could actually hurt the stone proxy she inhabited.
And then a blade thunked into the side of the man's head. A throwing dagger.
My head whipped around. I smiled as Master staggered out of the darkness. He had Kora slung over his left shoulder. My joy vanished, seeing how limp Kora swayed in his grip. Was she unconscious or...
I swallowed.
"Oh, no, is she...?" gasped Ava.
"Ava?" Sven gasped as he threw his sister over the back of Night. "Kora's unconscious. She'll be fine. But what are you doing here? No, never mind. Strap her in."
"Okay," Ava said as Sven drew his short sword.
"They're over here!" soone shouted.
I hissed, crouching beside Master as the princess worked to secure Kora. Boots thudded after us while more horns sounded in the distant, reinforcents bearing down on us. My stomach squird, twisting in fear.
"Get ready,��� Master said.
Then he ducked low and darted to the right, his dark leathers blending him with the shadows. I darted to the left, seeing the soldiers approach. Master sprang out one from the side, ramming his short sword through the gaps of their armor at the armpits. The man grunted, fresh blood scenting the air.
I ducked low then dove at the legs of soldier in chainmail. My claws raked across the stout leather pants. I hooked his calf, jerking, He grunted, stumbling. His foot lashed out at , catching in my side. My ribs creaked.
Then I lunged up, teeth ripping into his groin, chewing on his balls through the thick pants. He howled in pain, dropping his weapon. Sharp fangs tore through the leather. It had grown softer in the crotch from wear.
His screams turned into howls as I made him into a eunuch. He pitched forward onto his face, trembling on the ground. I spat flesh from my mouth, his blood hot and sticky. I looked up and gasped, ducking as sword strike.
"She's strapped in!" Ava shouted. "I think her right arm's broken."
"Fine," Sven shouted, blades parrying. "Zanyia, find a horse!"
I darted past my new enemy, racing in a low crouch on all fours, my tail swishing behind . Then I leaped at a mount, landing on Rainbow. I clutched to Mistress's ebony mare, wheeling her around to see Master's shadow break off from a dying soldier.
An arrow hissed by my ear. I flinched and heeled my horse. Master scooped up Princess Ava who was shrinking into a smaller statue. He shoved the now diminutive figure on his shoulder before mounting an enemy stallion. He snagged Night's reins in his good hand and heeled his mount.
We charged off into the night.
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Sven Falk
The world grew light. Dawn rose behind us. Sohow, night had passed. When. My left arm throbbed. My mount panted, snorting from exertion. Ava gripped my hair, perched on my shoulder. She stayed with the entire night.
"The forest!" Ava squeaked, pointing ahead.
A dark wall of trees materialized out of the gray. The world grew lighter and lighter with every step. The land around the woods cut by farrs for wood, leading to the prival depths untouched by humans. The road we charged down, a woodcutter's trail, ended at a field of stumps.
"Sven," Kora groaned.
My sister clung to her saddle. She ca awake enough so ti ago. But she swayed in the saddle, the side of her head swollen from her fall, blue eyes unfocused. Only her years of riding kept her in the saddle. She needed to heal herself with her magic. We all needed to be healed, but we had no ti. Zanyia slumped over her, a bandage over her left breast, her nipple almost torn off by a dog's claw.
"You can loose them in the trees!" Ava squealed. "Hurry, hurry!"
I threw a look over my shoulder. Another patrol followed, gaining us. "We better," I growled as the edge of the woods hurtled closer. "Pater, please."
And then I galloped past the first towering spruce and entered the darkness of Forest of Lhes.
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