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Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Oral Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating

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I shuddered at the sight of the rainbow glowing through the gauzy curtains separating my bedchamber from the balcony. I sat up from my bed, the sheets falling off from my breasts. They swayed as this wanton heat swept through me.

There was only one reason for a rainbow to ever appear so close. Every woman in the world knew about it. As a girl, I had fantasized and yearned for one to appear before my window. My pussy grew so hot. I squeezed my thighs together, my silky bush tickling my flesh while my clit throbbed with wanton heat. I could feel His presence.

Pater, Father of All, the Firstborn God, had appeared.

I couldn’t think of anything else but the lust burning through my pussy. He rode rainbows down from the Astral Realm and His domain there where He ruled the universe with His daughter-wife, the Goddess Slata.

Pater was a lusty god. No lover could ever compare to His divine embrace. No woman or maid knew when He would appear. When He would descend down to the earth to make love to a mortal woman. His progeny all became heroes. They were famous, many immortalized in song and tale. The High King Peter who had conquered the known world two thousand years ago, Karsin who ventured into the sun and tamed the first flame, or Veronitha who possessed such beauty that she seduced the warlord Tonil Loke into stopping his invasion of the Kingdom of Haz and saved her people. Those were just a few of the demigod heroes.

My cunt was pure, molten heat as the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, and purples bled through the window. A figure appeared. A silhouette of masculine perfection. Tall and broad-shouldered. The figure grew sharper and sharper.

He parted the curtains and stepped into my bedroom. I shuddered as He crossed the wooden floor and stepped onto the Nishelin carpet. He was so gorgeous I had trouble looking around at anything but Him, hardly aware of the walls of undressed stone decorated in tapestries. My naked breasts rose and fell. He had a glow about Him that lit up my dark bedroom.

“My Lord God,” I breathed as I drank in the sight of His shining, bronze flesh. He was all golden muscles, the body of a young man at the peak of physical perfection while His hair was white with age. He had smooth cheeks, a chiseled jaw, a smile that would melt the thighs of the most prudish of women. “You honor me with your presence.”

He smiled, a look of hunger appearing in His blue eyes. I trembled, my breasts jiggling as the heat surged through my cunt. My juices flowed, staining my thighs. My toes curled while I squirmed on the bed.

A halo of golden light surrounded Him, the light falling on me. Warm. Caressing me like a lover’s hands. It struck me that I was about to be a God’s lover. He reached the foot of my bed. My eyes fell down His rippling chest and sculpted abs to the hard cock thrusting out from His crotch.

He was huge. Magnificent. I had never seen a cock to rival Him.

“Yes, you so honor me,” I moaned.

He seized the sheets and ripped them from me, exposing my legs pressed tight. His eyes flicked up and down my body, devouring me. I felt His lust pulsing from Him with the throbbing beat twitching up His massive, divine cock.

I spread my thighs. Nothing else mattered to me but satiating my lust for the Chief God. Pater! The Father of All!

“Whenever I see a rose blossoming from the Adamant Palace, I must descend to the world and inhale its sweet bouquet.” He smiled, stirring such a wave of heat through my body. “And what a gorgeous rose you are. You are in full bloom.”

I quivered in delight while a tightness squeezed about my chest. This exciting lust. His eyes stared at my bush. At my pussy. My juices flowed, soaking my pubic hair. A trickle of pussy juices ran down my taint to my asshole.

“I must pluck you, beloved,” He said as He slid onto the bed. He dimpled the goose-down mattress. The wooden frame groaned as it held His divine weight. A tingle rippled through my body as His presence washed over me ahead of His touch. “I must savor your nectar. Revel in your fragrance. Experience your passion.”

“Yes, my Lord God!” I moaned, my lusts melting my body.

His finger brushed the top of my foot.

A small orgasm rippled out of my pussy just from that stroke. Goose-pimples rippled across my skin while the pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned pure, wanton lust. My eyes squeezed shut. His golden halo shone through my eyelids. My back arched, thrusting my tits forward.

I fell back, my head resting on my soft pillows. My body twitched as the climatic delight rippled through my body. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes opened as His finger reached my shin. He slid it up and up towards my knee.

“Pater!” I cried out and, for once, spoke directly to the God, giving my pleasure to Him.

“Yes, my beautiful rose,” He said.

My body burned, my breasts rising and falling in rapid succession. I gulped down air, struggling to control myself. His finger reached my knee. He traced around my patella. My cunt clenched, the heat burning through me. My juices spilled out of my cunt and soaked my bedspread beneath me.

Pater kissed my knee. His lips seared my flesh with intense delight. Another small orgasm burst inside of me. The delight washed through me. My back arched and my breasts jiggled. My tits swayed together.

His lips kissed upward. Every kiss sent a small burst of rapture through me. I whimpered, my body squirming. The God of Gods worked up my inner thigh. He came closer and closer to my pussy. I could smell my arousal. The aroma filled my nose, proof of my lust for Pater.

“My Lord God Pater!” I moaned, my cunt clenching as He came closer and closer to my pussy.

“That sweet nectar,” He groaned. “Every woman has a unique bouquet, a melange of scents that forms her passion.” He inhaled. This pleasure surged through my body. I trembled as a look of ecstatic delight crossed His Divine face. His golden halo shone brighter, the light spilling around my body, tingling my nipples. “Slata and I created something delicious with humans.”

“I am so glad to please you, my Lord God,” I whimpered.

“You have no idea.” He continued kissing up my thigh.

I squirmed as He came closer and closer. The nearer He came to my pussy, the more my body twitched. My cunt pulsed with my heartbeat, my labia engorged with blood. My clit ached to be touched by Him. His tongue licked at my inner thigh.

He growled out in satiated delight from tasting the cream staining my skin.

His tongue reached my bush. His lips nuzzled through my pubic hair. His sapphire eyes stared at me. My breasts rose and fell, nipples hard and throbbing. I grabbed them and gripped them like they were the only thing keeping me from falling into insensate bliss.

A God ate my cunt. The God devoured my pussy.

“Pater!” I howled as His tongue licked up and down the slit of my pussy.

My orgasm exploded through me. Rapture rushed through my veins. I bucked on the soft mattress. My thighs gripped His head, holding the God of Gods to my cunt. The epitome of masculine and fatherly strength ran His tongue up and down the folds of my pussy. He brushed my clit.

More pleasure burst through me.

The bliss surged out of my cunt. Sweeps of waves, like the ocean crashing against the shores of the Kelen Peninsula where I’d grown up as a girl, washed into my mind. The ecstatic surge spilled over my mind. The currents of bliss swept through me as His tongue swirled around my clit.

“Such sweet nectar,” He groaned. His hands slid beneath my rump. He gripped me tight, my fingers pinching my nipples. I twisted them, the tingling presence was the only thing keeping me from utterly drowning in His touch. “Every woman has the divine in them. The capacity to create life. It gives you such zest. Such pleasure. No drink tastes better, not even the ambrosia of the Astral Realm, than a woman’s juices.”

“Drink from my font of womanhood!” I moaned. “Devour all that I have for you, my Lord God!”

He thrust His tongue into the depths of my pussy. His tongue swirled around inside of me. My loose, brown hair spilled across my pillows while my head thrashed. His hands tightened on the cheeks of my ass. His tongue teased my inner flesh. He stimulated my spasming cunt.

Orgasms swept through me. They burst through my body one after the other. They consumed me. My cunt convulsed again and again. My body spasmed. I twisted my pink nipples. I twisted them hard. My fingers stretched them out. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure surging through my body.

“My Lord God, yes!” I howled. “Oh, what a delight. You’re amazing. I’ve never felt better.”

His blue eyes shone as they stared up my body. I drowned in them. The pleasure swept through my body. My cunt spilled my juices into His hungry mouth. His tongue swirled around inside of me. His nose brushed my clit.

The pleasure surged out of me. Tides of ecstasy swept through me again and again. The waves of rapture flooded my mind, inundating my every thought. My thighs squeezed around His face, holding Him there. My fingers twisted both my nubs. I whimpered. My pussy convulsed, juices spilling out of me and into His mouth.

I fed the Father of All with my cunt juices. They soaked His mouth. I whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. Each one of them sparked by the pleasure of His divine touch. His tongue caressed me in such skilled ways, touching where I needed.

But He couldn’t reach the full bounds of my twat’s depths. My entire cunt needed to be touched. To be filled. I gasped out, unable to speak now. Only wordless passion burst through me while I spasmed on the bed. My head tossed back and forth. Brown hair spilled across my face.

He lifted His face. Pussy juices coated His bronze flesh. His strong lips smiled in confidence. “You need more than my tongue.”

“Yes!” I managed to gasp out. “Your cock! I need Your Divine cock. Pater’s cock!”

He chuckled. “It is impressive. Dwarfs any you’ve ever seen, right?”

“Yes!”

He rose, pushing my thighs apart in the process. His hands gripped my inner thighs. His cock thrust massive and rampant before Him. His heavy balls swayed with His divine seed. His dick throbbed and pulsed. Precum bubbled from the tip.

“I need your cock in me!” I moaned. “Oh, my Lord God, please! Please!”

He loomed over me, His weight supported by His strong arms, the mighty pillars of heavens holding aloft His Divine form. His halo shone around His head. Pussy juices dripped from His chin. I shuddered as He pressed His cock into my bush.

Against the lips of my cunt.

“Fuck me, my Lord God!” I howled. “I want your cock in me! I need it! I’ve dreamed of Your dick fucking me since I discovered masturbation. Take me, my Lord God!”

“I’ve heard your prayers,” He said. “You are such a gorgeous woman, and now you’ve blossomed to your full, ripe beauty.”

He thrust His cock into my pussy’s depths. His dick slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened. His cock stretched and stretched my convulsing pussy. My twat spasmed around His cock as He slid deeper into me. He reached so far into me.

He filled my cunt to its fullest.

I bucked, my breasts jiggling. My legs wrapped around His hips. I held Him tight. My hands released my nipples to dart up and caress His chest. I stroked up and down His torso. My fingernails scratched His rock-hard flesh.

I didn’t mar His divine skin.

He grinned down at me as He drew back His hips. I squealed in delight, a powerful orgasm bursting through my body. My cunt spasmed and writhed around His Divine cock. My pussy worshiped His dick.

“I’ve never had better!” I howled. “Yours is the best! My Lord God, yes!”

My head tossed back and forth. My eyes danced around my bedroom, my gaze spilling across the tapestry-clad walls, the open door of my bedroom, the wooden ceiling. My pussy convulsed wildly about His cock as He rammed back into me.

“Your cock is amazing, my Lord God!” I howled.

“So is the center of your womanhood,” He groaned. “Your passion massages me. Worships me. I can feel your fertility. Your egg is ready for my seed.”

“Yes!” I howled. “Breed me, my Lord God!”

My twat convulsed and spasmed. My bliss swelled through my body. The rapture swept through me. The waves of ecstasy pounded the shores of my mind, covering them in bliss. His cock pumped away at me, plunging into my writhing flesh again and again.

The orgasms swept through me over and over. I couldn’t tell when one climax ended and the next began. My body bucked and spasmed on the bed. My breasts heaved. I clawed at His sculpted, hairless chest. I felt the strength of His muscles. They were harder than granite. Than diamonds.

His cock plunged to the hilt in my cunt. He buried over and over into my depths. His heavy balls smacked into my flesh, full of His seed. I would carry His child. My first. I thought it would be another man’s child I would bear, not His.

“My Lord God!” I howled, my mind drowning in oceans of ecstasy. “Your cock is divine! Amazing! Nothing has ever felt better! You are the best lover of all time! Every cock I’ve ever had pales before you.”

“What a sweet rose you are!” Pater groaned, slamming hard into me. The God’s cock buried deep and hard into my pussy again and again. He slammed to the hilt in me. I gasped and moaned. My cunt writhed and spasmed. The bliss surged through my body.

Drowned my mind.

“My Lord God, yes!” I howled as my pussy massaged His cock, orgasm after orgasm bursting through me. “Give me Your seed. I crave it. I need your seed firing into me! Give me Your Divine child!”

He slammed to the hilt in me. He buried His cock so deep into my convulsing flesh. His face twisted in rapture. The halo of golden light around His head burst bright. He bathed me in His passion as His cock erupted.

I exploded in ecstasy.

The waves crashing against the shores of my mind became mighty surges of ecstasy. Tidal waves of rapture. I drowned in bliss and euphoria as His cum flooded me. A God’s cum filled my pussy. His seed spurted into me over and over.

“Give me Your child!” I howled as I bucked in rapture. My body trembled. My cunt spasmed. The bliss surged through me. My head tossed back and forth. That wonderful rapture ignited all my nerves. “I love your cock! Yes, yes! You are the best, my Lord God! Pater, yes!”

“My beautiful rose!” Pater groaned, His light shining brighter and brighter as more and more of His cum fired into my cunt. His jizz basted me. Spurt after spurt filled me.

I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure spurted into me. His balls unloaded. The pleasure burned through me. My cunt writhed around Him, milking His cock. I drained Him as I drowned in His passion.

“I will always remember you,” the God groaned.

The last spurt of His cum fired into me. I groaned, trembling on the bed. He gave me His virile, divine seed. My orgasm peaked in me. My pussy spasmed around His cock for the final time. Then He was gone. I was empty.

My eyes opened to witness only the ceiling of my bedroom while His divine seed spilled out of my cunt. My breasts rose and fell. I panted, smiling. It was incredible. My hands drifted down to my lower belly, rubbing over my womb.

I would have a God’s baby. Pater’s son or daughter quickened inside of me.

“Thank you, my Lord God,” I whispered.

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Sir Bryce Cartith – The Temple of Lily’s Blossom

The Kelit Mountains loomed on the horizon, a blue-purple smear. The folded Xan Hills at the range’s base rippled around me, covered in the green growth of spring. My armor clad me from head to foot, the plates of steel blessed by Lagu, Goddess of Law.

I had come to enforce obedience to natural law.

My warhorse, a black charger, snorted as he trotted to the crown of the hill. I named him Blind, the impartiality of justice. My gaze swept down the hill towards the Temple of Lily’s Blossom. A holy site to the God Pater, the location where His most famous child was born. Here, High King Pater first drew breath two thousand years ago. He had buried his mother, Lily, here when she died. The temple held a lock of her hair in the inner sanctum.

Recently, a knight had appeared claiming to be of his blood. Angela was forming her own order of knights. Hermaphrodite knights.

It was no concern of mine.

This temple was.

It had no defenses. It was a large structure, twin wings of buildings reaching out from the main sanctum. The quarters for the priests and their wives. Rumor spoke of a leywife, a woman blessed by Pater and carrying His child. Made of marble, the temple appeared created of snow on the shores of a pristine lake, the water’s mirrored to a silver-gray sheen. Sekaran Columns held up the tall, front porch, a frieze of Pater mounting Lady Lily, the mother of High King Peter, and conceiving the demigod adorned the front of it.

My hand tightened on my longsword’s hilt. I shifted my kite shield strapped to my right arm. Heavy. Wood bounded in iron. My eyes scanned the ground. Under the cover of clouds, blocking out the sun, the goblins stalked to the temple from the hills beyond.

The priests had no idea they were about to be attacked.

I drew my longsword, clapped down the visor of my helmet, and heeled Blind. My warhorse burst into a canter, descending the hill. The roar of the goblins reached my ears as they flooded into the temple’s wings.

I had to move fast. “For Lagu’s Law and Order!”

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Illina – The Free City of Raratha

Pipe music played by a group of satyrs filled the banquet hall of Lord Gregorin Korvan. The sounds of lust stirred ardor even in me. My pussy held a hot itch and my nipples ached atop my small breasts. My red hair fell in a cascade of fire down the right side of my head and spilled across my shoulder. My dress wrapped around my body, a single bolt of light-green silk that hugged my flesh, molding to tall and slender form.

My eyes darted right and left, searching for my target as I moved through the rich and powerful of the Free City of Raratha. Part of the League of Seven, it was independent from the neighboring Kingdom of Valya. It lay on the shores of the Nimborgoth, the great inner sea, and at the mouth of the Roytin River. A center of trade. Of riches.

The perfect place for a thief.

I wanted to make my mark. To be famous like my mother, or the Knight Angela and her crew who robbed the Vault a year ago. The second most secure location in the world, supposedly created by the Goddess Cernere, Mistress of Crime and my own patron, to trap the God of Lust.

Las hadn’t been able to escape.

My ambition burned in me as I sipped at the delicious Valyan red wine. It held a hint of mandrake, the dangerous plant framed by the Valyans. It was the perfect drink to accompany the horny satyrs, their cocks rampant and fawned over by many of the women of Raratha.

My eyes fell on my target. Lady Alloria Valis Korvan, wife of the host and the second-richest man in Raratha after Doge Aurelius. She stood watching the satyrs, her cheeks red. Like me, she wore a dress of wrapped cloth, called a toga. Hers was a deep lavender that clung to her large breasts. She had the bluish tinge to her skin marking her of Valyan blood, not uncommon in the city, her eyes red. Black hair fell in a lustrous fall of shadows and adorned by a net of platinum and diamonds. Stars twinkling about her. More jewelry adorned her, earrings set with moon pearls, necklaces of gold and amethysts, bracelets adorning her slender wrists.

Lust surged through me.

I finished my drink and set it on the tray of a passing servant. My hips swayed. Her red eyes drifted to me and stopped, cheeks blushed dark. Her eyes flicked up and down me. I smiled, hunger burning in my eyes for her. I lusted for more than her jewels.

“My, oh, my,” she said, her eyes staring at my bare arms. “I saw you at Lord Hatherin’s party last month.”

“Oh?” I asked as I reached her. “I am surprised you noticed me. You had your choice of suitors that night.”

“Mmm,” she said, her eyes flicking to the women crowding the satyrs. “My husband’s entertainment seems to have deprived me of my favorites.”

Lady Alloria was infamous for her lust for women.

“But you seem immune to their rampant charms.”

I laughed, my fiery hair spilling around my face. I planted my pale hand on hers, the bluish tinge to her flesh more apparent compared to my shiny skin. My thumb stroked the back of her hand before lifting it. I brought her to my lips and kissed the back of her hand.

“Their charms don’t have much effect on me,” I said, “unlike others.” My eyes stared at her necklace while her bracelets clinked together. I felt the first one brushing my fingers.

Her eyes stared into mine as my deft digits plucked off the first bracelet from her wrist and vanished it into the folds of my toga. My eyes flicked to her necklace. It was amazing. The amethysts were the largest I had ever seen. Three of them set in gold and linked by more gold woven together. It was an astounding piece of craftsmanship.

I wanted it.

A smile played on her lips. “Do you care to dance?”

“I’d love to,” I said, my other hand resting on her hip. “Do you lead, or shall I?”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You know how to lead a dance. Most of my admirers are hopeless at it. They need me to guide them.”

“I know what you mean,” I said, smiling.

She laughed, rich and throaty, her large breasts straining against the lilac fabric. Her nipples poked hard, both clearly pierced by jeweled rings. I hungered to see her naked. To satiate my lust for her body as well as my desire to steal her belongings.

“I’ll lead,” she said and pressed closer to me. Her hands went to my hips, holding me. Our bodies pressed tight together. Mine slid around her body as I stared down into her eyes. I had a bit more height than her.

She smelled delicious. Her perfume amazing. I grabbed her rump through her silk, feeling the delicious curve of her bubbly rump. We swayed to the lusty pan pipes. The four satyr’s melody blended together to form a complex harmony that resounded through us. It swept around us as we swayed, her large breasts piled against my small mounds.

I felt her hard nipples and rings. I couldn’t wait.

“Your skin has such a delightful shine to it,” the naughty wife purred. “What do you use?”

“An alchemical lotion a dear friend produces for me.”

“Mmm, and what can I do to pry out those secrets from you.”

“Oh, I am sure you can think of something.”

Her hands slid around to my ass, squeezing tight. My pussy clenched. I had no pubic hair, nothing to contain my juices. They trickled down my thighs as I swayed with this beautiful woman. I pressed my nose into hers, nuzzling against her.

“I’ve heard stories of you,” said the beautiful merchant’s wife.

“Oh, my Lady?” I asked, a tightening around my heart pumping my circulatory fluid. Its beat increased. Did she know what I was?

“Lady Mellithias claims you can remove a clit piercing with your tongue.”

I smiled. “I have many talents, my Lady.”

“Alloria,” she said. “Please, you are such a treasure… Uh?”

“Vainya,” I lied. I never used my real name, Illina.

“Vainya…” breathed the woman and then she kissed me.

Our tongues performed their own dance. Our lips moved together as I tasted the sweetness of her. I savored the boldness of her tongue. Her husband was around. He could witness her. Not that he would care. The humans of Raratha were fairly open. Few swore the oaths to Luben, God of Marriage, to be faithful.

Where was the fun in monogamy?

We swayed together, tongues caressing. Our fingers kneaded the other’s rump. We swayed to the music and loved each other. My pussy burned hotter and hotter. My hips wiggled back and forth, almost grinding against her.

The song ended and another began with a faster beat. The heat swelled through me. It sent such a hot lust through my body. My heart pounded in my chest as I reveled in kissing her. I would deliver such passion to this gorgeous woman.

I would leave her gasping and moaning.

She would remember ‘Lady Vainya’ with delight, never realizing that she was missing a few baubles the next morning.

She broke the kiss as the satyr’s music swirled around us. She panted, her eyes red eyes burning with her passion for me. “You intrigue me, Vainya, and since none of my other admirers have paid attention to me.”

“So you’re settling for me?” I asked and pouted my lower lip.

She kissed me and nibbled on my lower lip. “Oh, my delicious poppy, no. I am definitely not settling for you. Not if you can remove my clit piercing with your tongue.” Her eyes burned. “I want you in my bed.”

“Will your husband be joining us?”

A look of disgust spilled through her eyes. “Of course not. He has his paid whores to attend his needs.”

“Then I would love to demonstrate all my talents, Alloria.”

Her smile grew.

The Valyan wife took my arm and led me from the banquet hall. Hardly any noticed us. The women were fixated by the satyrs, their desires burning for the four monsters, while the men were eager to take advantage of the ladies’ lusts. The music dwindled as we moved through the halls, the right side open to the night air. The salty scent of the Nimborgoth swirled around us.

We reached the doors to her bedchamber, carved wood fashioned into a nubile woman rising out of her bathwater. Her breasts thrust forward. I wondered who the model was. It wasn’t Lady Alloria. One of her favorite lovers? Or merely conjured out of the artisan’s imagination?

She opened the doors to her bedchamber. One wall was open, curtains hanging between fluted, Sekaran-style columns. The gauzy partition swayed from the breeze that danced through the chambers. Expensive paintings of sapphic orgies covered the walls. A statute of Saphique, the Lesbian Goddess of Women, stood in the corner, staring at her bed as if in approval of the activities. The statue was adorned with a strap-on dildo, a shaft of ivory carved to pleasure a woman.

Did she worship Saphique by fucking herself on the dildo? Or did she remove it and fuck her lovers with it?

“I am going to strip you naked and worship your body,” I moaned, staring at her with lust. I grabbed the jeweled pin on her left hip that held her dress wrapped around her body and pulled, the ruby topping the gold vanishing into a pocket hidden in my toga-like dress.

“Perfect,” she moaned as her toga began to unwrap, cloth falling away from her.

I grabbed her wrists in both my hands and lifted her knuckles up to my lips to kiss them both. My toga whispered around my body, caressing me. The cloth of hers fell away from her body, revealing her large breasts pierced by gold rings topped by sapphires.

“Beautiful,” I groaned, my fingers pulling off a bracelet from each of her wrists while I admired the beauty of her body. My eyes descended down her bluish flesh to her pubic mound. She’d shaved her bush save for a diamond of dark hair on her pubic mound. Her clit ring nestled between her fat pussy lips, the sapphire gleaming with her juices. “You are gorgeous, Alloria.”

“Mmm, thank you,” she moaned, her red eyes brimming in delight.

I pocketed her bracelets before cupping both her large tits. They were heavy and soft in my hands. My fingers kneaded them. I squeezed and massaged them, savoring their pliant softness. They were perky for tits her size.

“Life magic?” I asked, referring to one of the five elements a mage could use.

“A lady shouldn’t give up her secrets easily,” she said, her hands stroking my bare arms. “I love the sheen to your skin.”

I smiled at her. “So true. If I told you all my secrets, well, where would the mystery lie?”

She laughed, her breasts jiggling in my hands.

I cut off her laughter by suckling on her right nub. She gasped and then purred in delight. Her hands tightened on my arms. She squeezed about it, her touch delicate and delicious. My body trembled. My tongue batted her piercing, flicking it up and down in my mouth.

I could remove it with my tongue, but I wanted to save that trick for her clit piercing.

Her hands slid up and down my forearms as I sucked and loved her right nipple. My fiery hair swayed down the right side of my face as I played with her nub. My hips wiggled, my toga-dress rustling about my body. Heat swelled in my cunt, my lubricating juices flowing.

“Saphique’s sweet cunt,” she moaned, “and loving tongue, you are wonderful.”

I winked at her as I kept sucking.

“And your eyes… Such an enchanting shade of green. You have Tuathan blood in you?”

I popped my mouth off. The Tuathans were an insular group living in the Lesh-Ke Mountains to the east. “I’ve wandered far from home,” I lied. Being Tuathan was simpler than the truth. “But it’s where I learned so many naughty tricks.”

I latched onto her left nipple and sucked hard.

“Your tongue certainly is nimble,” she groaned. Her fingernails bit into my wrists for a moment. “Saphique’s beautiful tits, you’re wonderful. A treasure, Vainya.”

So was her jewelry collection. That necklace would look delightful around my neck, and the gold it would fetch me would weigh down my purse.

I suckled hard, loving her nub. My hands stroked her naked flesh, caressing her sides and belly, tracing fire while she slid her fingertips past my elbows. We touched each other. I wiggled and moaned, silk rustling about my body, my nipples throbbing hard.

Her moans echoed through her bedroom, mixing with the surf pounding on the cliffs below. I suckled with noisy passion. My mouth popped off, leaving her nipple quivering. My tongue flicked out, twisting and playing with her ring and that delicious sapphire.

“Oh, Vainya,” she moaned as my hands seized her hips. I pushed her back towards her bed. “Show me your true skill.”

“What will I get if I do?” I asked.

“My undying passion,” she moaned. “Orgasms that will leave you reeling.”

I gave her a sultry wink then pushed her back onto the bed. She sank down on it and leaned back. I pressed her thighs apart, the heady aroma of her tangy pussy filling my nose. I quivered at the scent, salivating. I stared at her pussy and her sapphire-adorned clit ring. Her pink bud peeked out of its pierced hood, begging for attention.

I dove in, my fiery hair sliding up her left thigh. My lips found her shaved vulva and pressed into her labia. Her large breasts quivered. She sat up, watching with hungry eyes as my tongue licked through her folds. I took my time, savoring the texture of her labia. She groaned, her body quivering.

“Oh, you delicious poppy,” she purred, big breasts swaying. “You’re going to keep me waiting.”

I winked at her.

She seized my red hair. “I want you to take off my clit ring and make me cum.”

I grabbed her wrist. She had only one bracelet remaining on this hand. I pulled her fingers from my hair and brought her palm to my lips. I kissed her before pushing her hand out of my way. As I spoke, I slipped off her bracelet. “Be patient. Let me work.”

The fourth bracelet vanished into my pocket. She still had one remaining on her left hand for me to purloin. She hadn’t noticed it. And she wouldn’t so long as I kept her distracted. I pressed my lips into her cunt and licked with passion. My tongue darted through her folds, stroking those wonderful, juicy pussy lips.

My nose brushed her clit ring as I drank up her tangy juices. They coated my tongue. I scooped them into my mouth as she watched with hungry eyes. They simmered with scarlet passion. She cooed and moaned, savoring the deft touch of my tongue.

I caressed her fat pussy lips. I teased them before diving into the depths of her cunt. I swirled around inside of her, letting my tongue soak in her juices. She moaned, her entire body shaking and trembling. Her breasts jiggled. They were such a delight to witness jiggling.

“Vainya!” she groaned, her back arching. Her breasts thrust into the air and jiggled. “Oh, you naughty poppy! You’re going to make me explode.”

“Eventually,” I purred.

“Teasing bitch!” she groaned. “Mmm, I love it. Drive me wild!”

I winked at her and then drove my tongue back into her cunt’s depths. I stroked her inner pussy walls, basting my tongue in her tangy cream. When I drew it back into my mouth, my taste buds came alive again. Her pussy’s flavor lingered in my mouth as I plunged my tongue back into her cunt.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her over and over. My hands stroked her belly and up to her tits. I squeezed and kneaded them. Her hands covered mine and pulled my touch up her breasts to cup her nipples. She ground my palms into her nubs.

“Oh, Gods, yes,” she moaned. “Saphique’s loving tongue, you’re good, Vainya.”

“I love pussy,” I purred. There was only one cock in the world that I enjoyed. My partner, Barg, waited outside, no doubt pacing and worrying for me.

I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I fucked back and forth, darting in and swirling around. She groaned and gasped, her thighs squeezing about my head. She gripped me tight, moaning and shuddering. She ground her pussy against my hungry mouth while her hands pressed my palms into her hard nipples.

My deft fingers did their work, working off her nipple piercings.

Her juices grew hotter. I shuddered, knowing it was time. I licked up to her clit and engulfed it with my lips. Her piercing brushed my teeth. My tongue darted out, exploring the ring. She shuddered in delight and pressed my hands tight to her tits, trapping them there.

I winked at her as I played with her clit piercing. I swirled my tongue around her nub, batting it, twisting that ring through her sensitive flesh. She gasped and moaned. Her tangy juices soaked my chin. Her body trembled. Her eyes burned as she stared down at me with such passion in her eyes.

I would make her cum so hard.

“Oh, Gods, Vainya!” she moaned. Her hands squeezed tight about mine. Her scarlet eyes blazed as she watched me. “Yes, yes, take it off! Make me cum while removing the piercing. If you can.”

I winked at her again.

She shuddered, her thighs tightening about my head.

She held me tight to her. My tongue batted and played with her clit piercing. Her moans grew louder and louder. The juices coating my chin swelled hotter. I could feel her passion building and building.

The perfect time to strike.

I sucked with all my might on her clit. Her head threw back. Her stomach flexed before my eyes, tensing as she undulated her spine. She let out a throaty moan, her orgasm building and building with my every nurse.

“Gods, yes!” she howled. “Saphique’s sweet cunt!”

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and bathed my face.

Her body bucked.

Lady Alloria Valis Korvan came on my mouth.

Her juices soaked my lips and chin. Her tangy cream spilled into my mouth as my tongue worked. Her moans sang through the air as I twisted the ring around. I found the gap in it and slipped it off her bud. I pulled the piercing into my mouth, my hands tightening on her tits.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Vainya! You must have been sent by Saphique! You’re amazing!”

I pressed the ring into the pocket of my inner cheek then attacked her pussy. I licked up and down her silt, gathering the wonderful juices flowing out of her cunt. I loved her. I drank her cream, my own cunt on fire. I burned with such delight as her cream overflowed my mouth.

She released my hands and fell onto her back. She spasmed as I kept kneading her tits. She whimpered and rode through her orgasm. Her body bucked a final time. An explosive breath burst from her.

“Gods, yes,” she whimpered, her pleasure passing.

I lifted my face and brought the piercing to the tip of my tongue. I thrust it out of my lips, holding it on my tongue, and wiggled it for her to appreciate. She blinked and stared at it. My hands slid from her breasts, bringing her nipple rings with them. I slid those into my toga’s pockets while she smiled in delight.

“You truly are skilled.”

I pulled it back into my mouth. “Good. I’m keeping your piercing.”

“Oh, you earned it, my naughty poppy.” She trembled.

I smiled and crawled up her body. I cupped her face, brushing her earrings. My fingers worked as I bent down and kissed her. She had to taste her own pussy on my drenched mouth. My tongue thrust into her mouth, her clit piercing still tucked into my inner cheek.

Safe and sound.

Her earring came off and vanished into pockets before my hands slid down to her neck. I stroked her throat with both hands, caressing beneath her chin and the graceful sweep of her neck. My tongue thrust deep into her mouth as my fingers found the necklace’s clasp.

Distracted, she didn’t notice me pull it away. She just moaned and then rolled me over. I gripped her necklace tight in my hand as her large boobs pressed into mine, separated only by the silk of my dress. Her necklace vanished into my toga’s pocket.

She broke the kiss. “I need to get you naked,” she said, her left hand sliding down to cup my breast. “I have to fuck you with my dildo.”

“The one blessed by Saphique?” I moaned.

She winked at me, squeezing my tit. My right hand removed her last bracelet from her left wrist. Then she rose, completely naked now. I pocketed the last piece of jewelry as she sauntered to the statue of Saphique, her curvy rump swaying.

I licked my lips, smiling. I had a fortune secreted on me. My pussy burned. I was so ready to enjoy myself. I would cum so hard on her dildo. It would be incredible. Barg would be so impressed even as he worried over the risks I took.

Where was the fun in stealing if there wasn’t the chance of getting caught?

“Oh, yes, Poppy, I’m going to pound your cunt.”

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Leywife Monica – The Temple of Lily’s Blossom

I stroked my belly as I headed towards the curtains separating my bedchamber from the balcony. My feet padded across the marble floor, the twin braids of my brown hair brushing my naked shoulders. I hummed happily.

A demigod grew in my womb.

Three months ago, Pater had descended to my balcony. The very God I was sworn to serve had visited me. Such ecstasy had consumed me when he touched me. Ecstasy had filled me. I stroked my pale skin. I wasn’t showing.

Yet.

It had been a night of passion. I had awakened from the brilliance. He had come into my bed and devoured me. He called me His sweet rose before taking me hard. I had never stopped cumming. From the first brushing contact of His finger on the back of my hand to the moment His cock erupted into me.

One orgasm had spilled into the next while I writhed beneath the Father of All.

My pussy grew juicy just thinking about it. I bit my lip, wanting to masturbate and yet knowing I would soon have visitors. Cocks to fill my cunt. I would have such orgasms on them. They would satisfy my aching need.

Being blessed by Pater’s seed had changed my fortunes. I had been brought to the most sacred temple to Pater to become a leywife to one of the priests, to serve Pater by becoming a wife to one of His servants. Now that my womb was blessed so directly, I would shortly become the fifth wife to Bishop Tomas Sanderian.

I would become Missus Monica Sanderian, a Blessed Leywife. They said carrying Pater’s child gave me powers. Divine miracles. I was having so much sex. Men wanted to slide into my pussy and feel that same blessing, to be anointed by my holy pussy cream.

I had such wonderful orgasms.

I stepped out onto my balcony overlooking Lake Torshin. The lake’s mirrored surface looked so beautiful. My round breasts swayed as I leaned on the railing. It was spring, the waters still cold. Too cold for a swim. But when I was growing round with my child, I would relax in the waters.

A giddy thrill shot through me. I clutched my belly.

Movement drew my eyes. I glanced to the hills and frowned at the figures bursting out of the brush onto the temple’s back lawn. They darted through the blossoming apple trees. They were short and gnarled, their skin waxy green. I gasped in horror.

Goblins!

The air buzzed. Something struck the marble wall near my body. A black-wood shaft and a rusty, iron arrowhead skittered past my feet. Other missiles streaked from their bows. The disgusting vermin surged across the ground.

Goblins were lusty beings, monsters created by Las’s indiscriminate masturbation. The God of Lust had created so many creatures to plague this world.

A priest rose from reading a book on a bench beneath a flowering cherry tree. He screamed before being cut down. I clutched hands to my naked breasts and stumbled back in terror as the goblin raiders surged at the temple. My hands clutched my belly in fear.

Goblins’ appetites new no restrictions. They would take all the women for their own pleasure. They would take my divine pussy.

To be continued…

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