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Story Codes: Female/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Monster Sex, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex, Rimming

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – The Free City Raratha

“A rat?” I hissed as I shuddered beneath the lamassu. His spiny cock filled my pussy while his leonine body rubbed against my back.

“Good luck in catching the vermin, my lady,” Shedu said. His wings rustled. “Do you require any further divination.”

“No,” I hissed, my blood boiling. I would find this “Vainya” and destroy her. Steal my necklace?

“It was a pleasure scrying for you, my lady,” the lamassu said.

I shuddered as he pulled out of me. That big, thick cock slid out of my pussy. I shuddered, my large breasts swaying beneath me. My red hair fell about my face. I moaned out my bliss. My body buzzed from my orgasms.

I preferred women, but the lamassu had given me bliss.

His cock popped out of me. His bulk climbed off of me. He leaped off my bed and landed with grace. His dark-gold mane rustled as he strutted to the window, that proud stroll of a male who’d just fucked a woman.

Some things, it seemed, were universal.

“Yellia, Dillisa, get in here!” I moaned, my cunt clenching tight, swimming with the monster’s cum.

As the lamassu stepped out onto my balcony to fly away, my two serving girls burst into the room. They were wrapped up in light togas clinging to their slender frames. They were young and nubile.

“My lady!” they both said at nearly the same time.

“Dillisa, I need a rat catcher,” I growled.

“A rat…” Her eyes widened. “Do you mean…”

“Yes, I want the most dangerous mercenary in Raratha,” I hissed. “Summon him to me. I have vermin for him to exterminate.”

“Yes, my lady,” Dillisa said, her face paling even more azure. She trembled as she darted from the room.

“And you, Yellisa, lick my cunt clean,” I purred. “Clean all that monster cum out of my pussy.”

“Yes, my lady,” Yellia said with obvious delight and relief. She had a task she loved to do.

I smiled as she unwound her toga. In moments, the light cloth fell to the ground. Her short, black hair swayed about her face. Her small breasts jiggled. Her dark-red nipples poked hard from her. The tight slit of her shaved pussy gleamed with juices. Licking her lips, she darted forward and leaped onto the bed, landing on her knees.

She crawled forward, hunger on her face. This was the best sight in the world. Nothing like having a hungry and kinky young woman being in a rush to eat your pussy. It was incredible. I shuddered, my cunt on utter fire. I was so ready for this. For her to devour me.

It would be amazing.

She leaned her head down and pressed her mouth into my cunt. Her hands slid beneath my rump and grabbed my ass. Her tongue flicked out through my pussy folds. I gasped out in delight. The pleasure surged through me. A rippling wave of bliss that swept over my body, igniting tingles through my flesh.

“That’s it, you nasty, little, cunt-loving slut!” I moaned. “Mmm, you’re just my little snatch-eating trollop!”

“Yes, my lady,” she groaned into my cunt.

Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. She kneaded me while her tongue thrust into my cunt. She scooped out the monster’s cum, her scarlet eyes peering up my body. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed her feasting on me.

Her tongue scooped the jizz out of my snatch. Her tongue fluttered through me. Her nose rubbed against my clit, massaging me. Her fingers dug into my rump, pulling my cunt tight against her snatch. My toes curled. My back arched, my large breasts jiggling.

“Oh, Gods, yes,” she groaned. “Just jam that tongue into my cunt. Flutter it around in me and clean out all that jizz, you nasty whore. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re just cleaning out my cunt, you filthy, nasty, cum-loving slattern. Lick my pussy. Worship that cunt. Oh, that’s it.”

The pleasure of her tongue caressing through me built and built the bliss in me. Another orgasm. I squeezed my thighs around her face. I humped against her, craving more pleasure. This angry lust blazed through me.

Steal from me?

“Scoop out all that cum from my cunt, you nasty, little thief!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling as I shuddered. I pictured Vainya between my legs, her red hair spilled over my bluish thighs. “Yes, yes, you are such a bad, bad whore!”

Yellia whimpered into my cunt.

“You’re going to have to make me cum over and over and over!” I hissed. I humped against her. I ground my twat on her mouth. “I’m going to drown you in my cunt cream, you snatch-loving little dyke! Lick all that cum out of me!”

Yellia scooped out the spunk from my depths. Her tongue caressed me. Teased me. This delicious and amazing passion flowed through my body. I moaned, my breasts heaving as the pleasure swelled in me. She was eating me towards that amazing orgasm.

Her fingers dipped into my butt-crack. I shuddered as her tongue explored through my cunt’s depths. The tip of her digit dragged down my crack and found my asshole. She danced around my backdoor, teasing me. This heat melted to my pussy. The juices flowed out of me.

Then her finger thrust to the hilt in my bowels.

The velvety heat rushed to my cunt. My snatch squeezed around her tongue. I whimpered and moaned. Her digit wiggled around in my asshole. She stirred it around in me while her tongue probed into my twat.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s delicious. Ooh, that’s awesome. Yes, yes, just probe that finger into my asshole. That’s incredible. I’m going to explode. Oh, that’s so hot. Yes, yes! Keep probing my bowels.”

My heart thundered in my chest. She built my orgasm with every stroke of her tongue and plunge of her digit. I groaned at the rapture that was building and building in the depths of my cunt. Her tongue flicked up to my clit.

She sucked on my bud.

I gasped and bucked. I imagined that Vainya groveling for my forgiveness for being a filthy, disgusting thief. I would make her suck on my cunt. She would be tied to my bed and forced to worship me.

“Yes, yes, that’s it!” I howled. “You’re going to be my pussy-licking, snatch-eating, ass-rimming whore!”

“Yes, my lady!” whimpered Yellia in the same, submissive way that nasty dyke would.

Yellia sucked on my clit. My asshole gripped her digit reaming into my bowels. Sparks flared. Heat roared. My cunt drank in all these wonderful sensations. I grabbed my nipples. I twisted them hard as my orgasm exploded through me.

“Saphique’s yummy cunt!” I howled as my pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out of me. This wonderful delight swept through my body. “Drink all my cream, you wicked, little, cunt-loving trollop!”

“My lady!” Yellia whimpered.

Her tongue fluttered up and down my pussy as the pleasure rippled through me. I gasped and groaned, my body trembling. My fingers twisted my nubs. My pleasure washed through my body. Sparks danced before my eyes.

My mind drank in the bliss. My pussy cream gushed out of my convulsing twat. Yellia drank it up as I rode through my ecstasy. I squirmed on the bed, trembling through my bliss. I gasped out in ecstasy.

My pleasure hit that peak. Then I collapsed on the bed.

“Oh, Gods,” I panted. “You’re going to pay, Vainya. You’re going to pay for stealing my necklace and…”

My necklace!

This jolt of fear shot through me. I sat up, my large tits heaving. My hair swayed about my face as I stared down at Yellia lifting her smiling lips from between my thighs. My cunt cream coated her chin and cheeks. She glistened with my passion.

“I’m still beautiful, right?” I demanded.

“My lady?” Yellia asked, bewilderment flitted across her face. Cream ran down her throat now. She sat up.

“Am I beautiful,” I asked in a calmer voice, forcing down the fear.

“You’re gorgeous, my lady,” she said with breathy delight, her eyes flicking up and down my body. “Your face is perfection, and you have such lovely breasts. So big and still firm.” She licked her lips. “Your pussy is still amazing. So delicious to eat.”

I wanted to believe her—I did—but what if she was lying? What if she was just saying that to please me? If I had my necklace, I would have no doubts, but…

I pushed her from me and rolled off my bed. I rushed to my mirror of polished silver and peered at it. I searched for any lines in my youthful face. For any sign of age. I turned my head, pursing my lips, my large breasts swaying with their firm perkiness.

I needed to get my necklace back.

“My lady?” asked Yellia. Concern filled her voice.

“Fetch me my lavender toga,” I snapped. I had time. Plenty of time. It would be years before any aging would start. Years. Right?

I breathed in deeply, fighting the waves of panic washing out of my churning stomach. I stood regal as my servant first adorned me with jewelry, sliding gold rings topped by rubies through my nipples, a matching one through my clit. She placed a chain of platinum around my wrist, looping it three times, and slid several rings on my fingers. Then she wrapped the lavender cloth around my form. She draped me in the light linen. It hugged my body.

I sat down at my chair while she combed my hair, my gaze locked on my mirror, studying it. When she finished, she ran to fetch me a breakfast of fruits and dates, all brought from across the Nimborgoth. I hardly tasted them.

I kept staring at my mirror. Just making sure I was still beautiful. I had paid much for my youth. I wouldn’t lose it now.

I lost track of time. A knock came at my door. Dillisa entered and said, “The rat catcher awaits your presence in the solar.”

I nodded and rose. I had to be regal and beautiful. I smoothed my toga and then swept out of my quarters and through the halls of my home. The solar lay along the south side of the manor. I walked down an open corridor, the columns to my left showing the vista of the Nimborgoth, the sea sparkling blue. The fresh, salt air swept around me, cool around my flesh.

I reached the solar and swept in to find the rat catcher.

Kurg Widowmaker was, perhaps, the most dangerous being in Raratha. The dwarf only stood up to the height of my breasts, but he loomed with imposing violence. He was broad-shouldered, all iron-hard muscles beneath the half-plate armor he wore with ease. Every bit of it was polished immaculately, the steel of his breastplate gleaming. I could see my reflection in the curving surface. Plates were strapped to his thighs and shins, others cladding his forearms. His black beard ended at a ragged stump beneath his chin, not falling full down his chest the way his race was said to wear them. He had an ax and hammer hanging from his thick, leather belt.

He was said to have killed his own wife and the rest of her husbands. Apparently, he’d become tired of her insatiable appetite that female dwarves were said to have. Their lusts were so great they married multiple dwarves to keep themselves satiated. After murdering them, he left behind their mountains, the only dwarf seen on the surface in a hundred or more years.

When someone with money needed someone found, or killed, Kurg Widowmaker was hired.

“What do you need,” he growled with a gruff bark. His voice rasped like a rusting file across the edge of a sword.

“A rat caught,” I said. “A thief stole a necklace from me. I want her and any jewelry in her possession brought to me. She must be whole. Unharmed. I want to enjoy her myself.”

He spat to the side, his spittle landing on the polished, red sandstone of the floor.

I grimaced at him.

“She’s slippery,” I added. “If she sees you coming, she’ll slip away. You’ll need a team to hit her from every direction. That’s what my scrying told me. You’ll have to be careful. If she escapes… If I don’t get my necklace back…”

“You’ll do what?” he demanded, this evil look on his face. “Throw a temper tantrum?” He snorted. “I’ll do my job. Threaten me again, woman, and I’ll show you what I did to my wife when she talked back to me.”

My blood turned to ice. His hard eyes bored into me. I wanted to be anywhere else but in this room. Before this dwarf. I felt tiny even as I looked down at him. He stared at me like I was a bug that he was debating whether or not he should crush.

“Just find her and my property,” I said, trying to keep my voice low. “Name your price and get it done.”

An evil grin spread on his lips.

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Illina

A hot, rough tongue lapped at my butt-crack. At my asshole. The wet sensation lifted me out of my rest. I became aware of my body, my heart beating at a steady rhythm. I felt the bed beneath my body. I was lying on my stomach, my head on my pillow.

“Barg,” I groaned as that tongue lapped at my flesh. He licked through my butt-crack, bathing my asshole in his saliva. “Oh, that’s a naughty way to wake up.”

“Yes, I had the hankering to taste your sour asshole,” he growled, the words sounding strange. He was in his alternate form, resembling that of a hairless dog with black flesh the same hue as in his human-like form. It was the curse placed on him and his family by an angry faerie queen.

He had to spend time in both forms.

“Your asshole has a rather delightful taste and the scents coming from your pussy as I lick are quite stirring.”

“Mmm, I bet,” I said, my pussy growing nice and juicy. The heat built inside of me. “You’re making my asshole feel so good.”

I hugged my pillow to my tits, rubbing the fabric into my nipples. Tingles rippled through my body. I savored him flicking his tongue up and down my crack, caressing my asshole. My toes curled. A wonderful pleasure surged over me. This amazing heat that swept through my body. I quivered as the bliss swelled and swelled with his every lap.

A big smile grew on my lips. This was an amazing thing to experience. I trembled with delight. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched. Heat rippled through me. His muzzle pressed into my butt-crack as he rimmed me.

It was a wonderful delight. My butt-cheeks squeezed around him. This tingle surged through my body. My pussy drank it in as he kept feasting on me. I made such delightful, little sighs. I felt the necklace around my throat, the grand treasure I stole from Lady Alloria the night before.

I hummed as that amazing tongue devoured my asshole. He pressed that thick, rough appendage against my sphincter, flicking over it again and again. I wiggled my hips as he snarled. He sounded like such a beast, at odds at his more urbane speech.

“I must say, it is a remarkable delight to feast upon your bowels,” he said. “Just a jolly treat. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I do,” I moaned, such heavenly delight rippling through me. My heart’s steady beat pumped bliss through my body. My nervous system savored the sensation. I groaned as that tongue pressed on my asshole. “Ooh, are you trying to get into my bowels.”

“That is where the flavor is the strongest,” he growled. “You do have such a delightful asshole, Illina.”

“I do,” I sighed.

His tongue pressed on my asshole. It wasn’t like a human’s tongue. If she, he could easily penetrate into my asshole. But in this form, his tongue was thicker but also limper in a way. Not as capable of thrusting forward. It still felt incredible lapping across me. I loved it, humming in delight as my barguest companion feasted on my asshole.

My pussy swelled with heat. That wonderful ache built in me. My nipples throbbed against my pillow. This pleasure surged through my body. I groaned and whimpered. My butt-cheeks squeezed around his muzzle.

“Cernere’s black cunt,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love your tongue. Are you getting me ready for something.”

“I must confess that I have a raging hardon and a rampant lust to bugger you, my dear,” the barguest snarled. I loved the contrast of his urbane tone and his bestial words.

“Bugger away,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re getting my asshole nice and ready.”

My partner in crime, my protector, and my lover growled and licked with hunger. He attacked me. His tongue danced over my asshole. The pleasure rippled through me. I hugged the pillow tight to me. I pressed my face into the feather-stuffed sack.

It was incredible. It was amazing. I groaned into the pillow. I whimpered and moaned, savoring every lick and lap at my butthole. The heat surged through me. His tongue rasped across my sphincter. A hot and delicious bliss swept through me.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned. “I feel ready. You’re making my pussy so hot and juicy. My cunt cream is dribbling out of me. Please, please, you have to fuck me!”

He lifted his muzzle from my asshole. “Then you must assist me. Thrust that cute rump up into the air so that I may ream you with my hard cock.”

“Ass up, face down!” I moaned and thrust my rump up into the air. I kept my face into my pillow. I wiggled my rump as I got into position, on my knees, my legs spread apart.

Pussy juices ran down my thighs.

“What a peachy sight to see,” he said. “Illina, you are a jolly good work of art.”

“I’m sure Krab would be proud to hear that,” I whimpered. “Now please, please mount me and fuck me with that big dick! I want your monster dick in me. Then you can knot me and I can just doze with a dick in my bowels.”

“I am more than happy to oblige the perverse desires raging through that delicious body of yours.”

“You’re the one who woke me up with some rimming.”

“How wicked of me,” he said and then he mounted me.

I shuddered as his smooth skin slid across my rump. His forelegs gripped me. Then his hard cock pressed into my taint, hitting that spot between my pussy and asshole. I would love for him to be in either of my holes, but he wanted my ass.

I was more than happy to give it to him.

His cock slid up to my asshole dripping in precum. I smiled, hugging that pillow tight to my face while I felt his cock find my sphincter. The thick tip nuzzled into my saliva-soaked sphincter. His dick pressed on me, hot and throbbing and ready to enter me.

“Bugger me!” I moaned.

He thrust with a loud, bestial growl.

The snarl echoed through the room as his cock penetrated my asshole. My anal ring stretched to swallow that wonderful dick. A throaty groan burst from my lips. My bowels gripped his shaft. He slid into me deeper and deeper. He buried into my asshole. My pussy clenched. Juices spilled down my thighs.

It was a treat to enjoy. That heat of his cock penetrating into my bowels rippled through my body. I loved having him for my partner. My hips wiggled from side to side. His dick buried deeper and deeper until his heavy balls rested on my taint.

“What a stimulating and holly delight it is to be buried in your asshole,” growled the barguest. “It is always a pleasure to be in your tight bowels.”

“Mmm, you’re welcome at any time,” I moaned, savoring him in me. “Cernere’s black cunt, that feels good in me.”

“Yes, yes, I am sure the Goddess of Crime’s cunt is clenching even now in the knowledge that you’re being buggered by your partner.”

“Yep!” I moaned. “Now fuck me! Let’s make her really jealous! Gods, I need to cum.”

He drew back his cock. That wonderful dick slid through my bowels. My asshole clenched about him. I groaned in delight. The velvety friction melted through my asshole. My cunt dribbled juices down my thighs because of the heat warming my twat.

He slammed into me. His balls smacked into my taint. I gripped my monstrous lover’s cock in my tight bowels. I reveled in him buggering me. He pumped away at my asshole. He plundered me. He buried hard and fast into me.

It felt incredible to feel him fucking away at my asshole. I whimpered and moaned, my small breasts jiggling. He slammed hard into me. He buried to the depths, sodomizing me with powerful strokes. This wild delight surged from my asshole. My cunt clenched in delight.

His big dick rammed into me. He buried into my bowels. He slammed into the depths of my asshole. He fucked me hard and fast. He drove hard and deep into me. He snarled as he fucked me. I clenched my bowels around him. I gripped him.

I loved him.

I wiggled my hips from side to side. He panted as he picked up the pace. I rocked back into him, my cheek rubbing into my pillow. I squeezed my bowels around him, the hot friction melting my pussy and feeding my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, that’s amazing. I love it when you fuck me. Do you know how hard I’m going to cum on your dick?”

“I imagine there will be an effervescent burst of delight through your body,” he said. “One that will no doubt lead your tight and hot bowels to spasm with great aplomb around my thrusting cock.”

“Yes!” I howled. “Gods, how can you speak like that when fucking me?”

“It’s a gift,” he panted. “Like the pleasure of sodomizing your tight and velvety bowels.”

“Gods, just pound me! Cernere’s sticky fingers and black cunt! I’m going to explode!”

He thrust faster. Harder. He growled and buried to the hilt in my asshole. I clenched around his cock. That pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and moaned. I rocked my hips back into his strokes. The friction was incredible.

My pussy drank in more and more of this bliss. The heat warmed that orgasm in my core. I would boil with rapture. I wanted it. I grunted as he slammed into me. He snarled, reveling in the delight of my asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, coming so close. “Barg! Keep fucking me, Barg!”

“I had no plans on stopping. I must say, this is quite a jolly experience for me as well.”

“Good!” I howled. “Now make me explode! Yes!”

“Greedy slattern!”

“Your greedy slattern!” I moaned.

“Indeed!”

He buried hard into me. He pumped away with his powerful strokes. He melted the cogs of my mind with ecstasy. I loved every moment of it. Every last amazing second of being penetrated by his wonderful cock. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. My bowels clenched around his big dick penetrating me.

It was awesome. An incredible delight. It was the best thing to experience. I rubbed my cheek into my pillow. I reveled in being stuffed by his big dick again and again and again. My hips rotated from side to side, stirring him around.

He buried hard into me and then I exploded on his cock.

My asshole spasmed. My bowels rippled around him. He snarled in delight as he slammed into me. My pussy convulsed, gushing juices. The heat rippled through my circulatory system. My nervous system drank it in. My mind reveled in it. The rhythm of my heart sped up faster and faster.

“Barg!” I moaned as the pleasure burst in me again and again. “Knot me!”

“It is forming!” he snarled. “Your delightful bowels are amazing.”

The swell of his knot pressed against my asshole. The base of his cock expanded as his orgasm approached. I loved his monstrous dick. It was so different from any other human’s cock. Why waste my time with one of them when I had Barg’s?

“Oh, yes, yes!” I howled as his knot hammered at my sphincter. My anal ring stretched to swallow it. “Keep ramming into me. Don’t stop! It’s the best thing in the world. I love it! Knot me!”

“I greatly desire that!” he barked as his hips pumped forward.

His cock’s swollen base knocked on my asshole. I reveled in his cock stretching my anal ring out more and more each time he plunged into me. I groaned as he came closer and closer to penetrating me. I closed my eyes, drinking in the sensations, my anal ring stretching more and more while my orgasm kept rippling through me.

My flesh spasmed. The heat blazed through my body. It consumed my mind as his cock churned me up. Juices gushed down my thighs. My pussy convulsed and my asshole writhed around the hard thrusts of his cock.

He howled and slammed forward.

His knot spread my anal ring just wide enough. He popped into my tight bowels. He filled me up. It was glorious. I came harder while his cum fired hot into me. I gasped and moaned as he basted my bowels with his jizz.

My body bucked beneath his. A new firestorm of pleasure blazed through my flesh. My pussy juices spilled hot down my thighs. That wonderful heat consumed my mind. His cum pumped into my bowels over and over while I massaged him.

“Illina!” he snarled. “You wicked strumpet! Yes!”

“So wicked!” I moaned. “Gods, I love this!”

My orgasm burned hotter and hotter. The temperature melted all my senses. The ecstatic flames reached their highest blaze. And then they snuffed out into trembling rapture. I whimpered as the last of his cum fired into my bowels.

He was stuck in me. It was such an intimate thing to be tied to your monstrous lover. My eyes fluttered open. I stared out at the basement apartment. Upstairs, I could hear Master Gareyth working in his shop. This was the perfect place. It had five separate ways to get out. Two doors, a window set high, access to the crawlspace of the house, and a small drain.

It was cozy. Unassuming. It was in a nice neighborhood, not one full of pickpockets, head-knockers, and sneak thieves. It was quiet. I shuddered, my bowels clenching around the cock stuck in my bowels.

I reached over to the small table beside my bed. I snagged up the container of ointment. I pried off the lid and stared down at the alchemical concoction. It had a faint, minty aroma. The substance had a pearly white sheen. Almost like cum, but it wasn’t.

Or, at least, I didn’t think it was. I honestly didn’t know how it was made. I would have to track down Shatsi soon. Now there was someone that was interesting to bed. I think Shatsi was up in the forest with the elves.

Shatsi liked visiting the elves. So much fun for all of them.

I rubbed the ointment into my skin as I waited to come unknotted. It was necessary to keep me looking mostly human. My skin gained that sheen that Lady Alloria had so admired, but without it, I would be clearly non-human and stand out.

That was bad for a thief looking to seduce rich women, have wild sex with them, and purloin all their baubles.

“We should see Kitty,” he said. “No point in sitting on what you burgled from Lady Alloria.”

“Mmm, not the necklace,” I said. “I think I want to keep it.”

“You can’t wear it to any of the parties you attend,” he pointed out, shifting around on me.

“I know,” I said, smearing the ointment across my belly. There were places I just couldn’t reach in this pose, but it was comforting to spread it on me. “I just like it. It’s beautiful. I took it right off her neck and she had no idea. I had her utterly distracted.”

Barg let out staccato barks, what it sounded like when he laughed in this form.

“I have no doubts about your ability to charm and beguile.”

“Mmm, thank you,” I said. “After we fence, let’s get something to eat. There is a Thlinian who owns a wineshop on the far side. He makes a wonderful spiced chicken, or so I’m told.”

“Delicious,” Barg said. He loved chicken. I was just glad when it was cooked. He wasn’t always so picky.

I played with the new necklace after rubbing all the parts of me with the ointment I could reach. My fingers stroked along the platinum necklace and played with the amethysts. It was a beautiful peace. Something to be treasured.

Eventually, Barg came on free. It was both an annoyance and a relief. I loved having him in me, but I was getting antsy to get up and move. Barg helped cover me in my ointment, leaving my pale skin with that lovely sheen. Then I donned a rather plain toga, a muted blue. Something the wife of a successful craftsman would wear. I strapped on my sandals and hid my gems, along with a few knives and alchemical items, amid the folds.

Barg didn’t bother with a toga. He couldn’t pass as a local, or any race of human really, so he went with dark pants and doublet, the buttons carved of a dark-stained wood. He put on a felt hat and would probably look at home in Secare, save for his midnight-black skin.

Despite that, he knew how to move with skill. He slipped out the back door into the alley while I went out the front door, my eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary out of habit. My mother taught me many lessons, the first one was, “Things are different for a reason. Understand why if you wish to live a long life.”

She hadn’t. I wonder which of her rules did she break? Which got her killed?

I entered the marketplace and drifted through like any other woman did, looking at the wares. Fruits, vegetables, spices from across the world, cloth, sundry items, utensils, crockery, and more. The trade of the world flowed through Raratha. Foreigners abounded, some in the local garb, and some dressed more outlandish than Barg. Bare-chested, ebony-skinned Halanian from the desert on the other side of the Nimborgoth swaggered with scimitars thrust through colorful belts; Zeutchian women with their large breasts, blonde hair, and corset-like dresses moved in a group on one side; red-skinned Thlinians wearing vests and canvas trousers padded barefoot through the crowd; blue-skinned nixies—a true blue, not like the local Valyan humans with an azure tinge to their pale skin—swept through the market; and threw it all moved bronze-skinned halflings standing up to my waist, their hair a metallic shimmer of colors.

One of them appeared at my side, almost like happenstance.

Kitty was a halfling who worked for Fox. He was a dangerous crime boss that had clawed his way into power over the last six months. Rivals had died. Others had decided there was more money in working for him than against him. It all started when he’d killed Spray, the nixie who was Kitty’s last boss. The nixie had run her harem of halfling females—there were seven girl halflings born for every one male—as pickpockets. She was conservative in her activities but had a good foothold in the criminal underbelly.

Now her harem was Fox’s. He claimed them as his wives and went from there.

“What do you have, Illina?” asked Kitty as she sauntered by me.

“Oh, a few delights,” I said. “I attended a wonderful party last night, and the hostess was such a dear that she showered me in a few gifts. Sadly, I have enough jewels and need to find new owners who will treasure them like I do.”

“I think I might know a few,” Kitty said as we strolled past a bronze-armored member of the city watch. He didn’t notice the halfling’s hand disappearing into a fold of my toga and pulling out a pouch of jewels. “Happy shopping.”

“And to you,” I said.

This part was always tense. There was a perverse trust you had to give when dealing in illicit goods. I couldn’t just show up at her shop. If she had a shop, it would be a place that could be watched. An investigation made. Her reputation as a fence was predicated on her not ripping you off. But she was a thief at heart. A pickpocket, which always made you wonder…

Would this be the time she decided it was better to keep than to pay?

I kept making my sweep around the marketplace. A tiger-headed rakshasa strolled through the marketplace, her ears flicking. She wore a light tunic and moved with a feline grace. Her skin was dark brown, a deep hue.

Didn’t see many of them outside of the Queendom of Naith. Nasty things to deal with.

Worse, I saw Kurg Widowmaker marching through the crowd. Everyone gave that nasty dwarf a wide birth. His beady eyes darted around, his armor clinking. His gaze slid past me and stopped at a merchant selling knives. The man paled as the dwarf stumped over. I drifted away, not wanting to hear Kurg’s opinion on the man’s craftsmanship.

I was on my second circuit of the square, just passing a fat man sealing bolts of silk, when Kitty appeared at my side. Her hand brushed my hip, seeming by accident. I felt a weight there now; coins in a leather purse. My share.

“I have to say, with Minx gone, you’re the best thief in Raratha. I can’t believe you borrowed those off her person.”

“I’m better than Minx,” I said, another halfling thief who was one of Spray’s wives. She had left the city a year ago.

“Minx broke into the Vault,” Kitty said with pride in her voice.

I grimaced. That left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had come to Raratha to break into the Vault. I established myself as Lady Vainya, scouted it out at several parties hosted at the Saltspray Palace. I had even bedded the doge, the ruler of the city, and what a disappointing experience that had been.

I had been so close to making my move. To break into the second-most secure room in the world. A safe with an adamant door. There were guards to distract, magical protections, and a lock like no other to get through. It would have been my highest achievement.

And then Minx and her brazen team had done it in a day. No finesse. No stealth. They all but assaulted the palace. By the end, they took the doge hostage and fled in a pirate ship with the largest bounties in the world on their heads.

It was still there, not that anyone wanted to take it up. Not after it was revealed that one of Minx’s companions, Angela ev’Xarin, slew the last dragon in the world. Now she had founded her own order of knights, a fourth one, in the desolation created by that monster on the eastern edge of Zeutch.

“Well, it doesn’t matter who is better than who,” Kitty said. “Fox would love to hire you for a few jobs.”

“I work for myself,” I said. “It’s simpler that way.”

“But the rewards,” Kitty said. “What I slipped into your toga is just a pittance.”

“Ah, but I am so bad at following directions.” I had no interest in working for Fox. He was a greedy bastard. He didn’t like letting go. “That’s not someone you want. Why, we’d be in the middle of a job and I’d do the wrong thing. Get someone like you caught. Hung.”

Kitty shrugged. “He gives clear and precise instructions. Think on it.”

“I promise to give it my fullest consideration.”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t mock him. He gets what he wants.”

“Like you and your fellow halflings?”

She smiled. “Spray was fun, but Fox is a proper man. Minx might have liked hermaphrodite cock, but the rest of us are happier with a halfling dick in our twats.”

Then Kitty turned and vanished into the crowd, hidden by the taller humans. Maybe it was time to get out of Raratha. But go where? I had no idea. There was only one place in the world more difficult to break into than the Vault.

Was I ready to try that?

“You look perplexed,” Barg said.

He leaned against a brick wall in the shadow of an eave. His felt hat pulled low, almost hiding his face. “Another job offer from Fox.”

Barg let out a deep growl.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“There’s a new party announced. Two nights. Rather sudden.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Covitha and his wife have returned from inspecting their olive groves,” he said. “And the wife wants to celebrate with a small soiree. Only a few hundred guests.”

“I assume Lady Vainya is one of them,” I said and then smiled. “Covitha, yes? He has that Zeutchian wife.” I glanced at him. “Want to help me be a distraction?”

He lifted his head, a curious look on his face.

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Leywife Monica – Kelit Mountains

I felt safe with Sir Bryce Cartith. Though we were setting up our camp in the pass through the Kelit Mountains that separated the Kingdoms of Secare and Valya, his presence shielded me from any fear of attack. What goblins or ogres or other foul monsters prowling through the alpine flanks of the mountains would dare test the mettle of so imposing a knight?

I had spent the day riding on Blackfoot, a Seronan horse. She was a gorgeous mare with an all-white coat save for her black mane, tail, and the fetlocks that named her. She had a light step and was an easy ride going up into the mountains. She was one of the horses from the temple, left frightened and alone with the other animals.

Thinking about the temple sent a welling of grief as I placed down the collection of kindling for the fire. He had used a small ax to cut down some small trees and split the wood for the fire, his armor removed. Shirtless, he had a muscular physique gleaming in sweat.

“I should have been able to defend myself,” I told him as he slammed the ax into another piece of wood, slitting the half into quarters.

“At the temple?” he asked, grabbing the last peace and setting it on the stump he used to raise the wood high enough.

“Yes,” I said. “I am supposed to have powers.” I touched my belly. It would be months before my pregnancy showed. “I’m a Leywife of Pater. I know the child growing in me imprints powers upon me. I healed you, but I should have been able to defend myself.”

“You were too scared to,” he said as he scooped up an armful of the wood and approached the fire pit he’d made, a circle of stones in a small, flat spot beside the road.

“But that’s when I need to use the powers the most,” I said. “When I’m scared.”

“Yes, you do. You need practice. It has to be innate to you. If it’s not, then you’re going to flounder. You can’t think when you’re scared, so you have to be trained to use your power by instinct. It has to be ingrained in you.”

“Oh.” My brow furrowed. “How do I do that?”

He gave me a piercing look. “Concentrate on defense. Think about it. Close your eyes and draw that feeling into you.”

Eager for a way to keep myself from being helpless again, I listened to him. I closed my eyes and thought about this energy cocooning me. This force coming from my womb blessed by the Father of All’s seed. His child grew in me. A demigod. Heat rippled through my pussy. My powers were rooted in my femininity.

In my sexuality.

I could feel the energy brimming in me. This hot twist. It reminded me of the passion I shared with Sir Bryce last night. The comfort he gave me as I missed the new family I was about to join. Bishop Tomas and his wives were so welcoming.

I would have fit in so well with them.

My face twisted. This wasn’t protection. I needed to think of my sexuality as a guard. An aura of beauty. I imagined it writhing about my nubile flesh. My body trembled. My hands rubbed at the front of the white robes I wore.

I felt something in me resonate. That glimmer of power that I had used to heal Sir Bryce the night before fluttered. It pulsed in the depths of my pussy. It rippled and resounded through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side. My breasts rose and fell, my nipples hardening against them.

I was a radiant creature. Something so beautiful that Pater himself descended on a rainbow to make love to me. He had claimed me in that glade. He had stripped me naked and thrust his cock into me. I had gasped beneath him.

That sort of beauty had to be protected. Guarded. Warded from harm.

“I think I feel it,” I whispered, my heart thundering beneath my chest. My pussy clenched, the heat dribbling down my thighs.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

“And do what?” I asked as I opened them and stared at his face. It was hard, like iron. Then I saw his arm. It was raised. His sword was in hand. He slashed it at me.

His sword swung at me in a blurring arc of silver at my body. The last rays of the sun gleamed off the deadly edge of the blade hurtling for my flesh.

To be continued…

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