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Stefan Halian – Near the Valyan Border, The Magery of Thosi

I pulled my finger out of Ahlona’s asshole. My angel wiggled her cute toes, her knees held to her breasts, elevating her rump. Her naughty sphincter gaped open for a moment before the tight ring sealed shut. My cock ached, eager to penetrate and deflower her last virgin hole.

“Gods damn, you are a beauty,” I panted. I rose onto my knees and grabbed my cock. I wanted to be in her.

“Please, please, I want to feel you in me. Your fingers felt amazing. Your cock must be outstanding. Creation’s passion, please!”

I grinned at her and brought my dick right towards that asshole I’d broken in. The halo of golden light around her head intensified. Her diamond-bright eyes stared at me with such lust. The sight made my balls ache. I pressed my cock against her sphincter, feeling the texture of the puckered hole. Wet with her pussy juices and my saliva, just begging to be penetrated and filled and fucked.

I was so ready to give it to her. To fill her with my dick and make her howl.

I pressed forward. Her toes flexed and curled as that naughty hole spread and spread. She whimpered, her face straining as her anal ring widened to engulf my dick. She let out cute moans. Her halo’s glow intensified. Her wings twitched as they spread across the ground.

The fire popped and crackled. She gasped. Her asshole surrendered entirely to my cock. I penetrated her sphincter. The tip of my cock sank into her bowels. Her velvety sheath gripped me. That wonderful, tight, and delicious hole swallowed my cock. The feel of her bowels engulfing my cock was incredible. I groaned as I penetrated into her depths. I went deeper and deeper and deeper into her flesh.

“The Divine Spark’s rapture!” she moaned.

She gasped. Whimpered. Her eyes fluttered. She tossed her head from side to side as I penetrated further into her depths. I reveled in sliding into her asshole. More and more of my cock vanished into my angel’s bowels. She moaned, clenching tight around me. My bush approached her rump.

I rubbed my pubic hair into her butt-cheeks. She’d taken every inch of me.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned. “Pater’s cock, that’s amazing.”

She shuddered and then she thrust her legs out. They wrapped around my body. I groaned as my angel, my demigoddess sister, grabbed my waist. She held me tight. Her bowels clenched around me. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She stirred her asshole around my shaft. She teased me.

The pleasure was incredible.

I groaned as the heat of her bowels wrapped around my cock. The pleasure of her anal sheath’s grip was incredible. I drew back, her round breasts jiggling. The caress of her velvety flesh around my dick sent pleasure shooting down me.

“Gods, yes!” I panted. “Slata’s tight asshole and Biaute’s velvety bowels!”

I planted my hands on either side of her body, staring into the passion brimming in her diamond eyes. I rammed back into my angel’s anal sheath. She gasped. Her round breasts bounced. My crotch smacked into her rump. The friction sent pleasure melting down to my balls. They ached with cum.

I pumped away at my angel’s bowels. I loved her sheath being wrapped around my cock, the delicious feel of her holding me tight. She brought me closer and closer to that aching moment of rapture when I would spurt such hot cum into her bowels.

I would flood her.

Her bowels massaged my dick with every plunge into her anal heaven. I groaned, my nutsack smacking into her rump on every hard thrust into her bowels. Her thighs gripped me. She held me tight while her golden halo grew bright with her excitement.

“Creation’s passion, Stefan!” she whimpered, her eyes building with this passion. “I am so glad Slata sent me to you!”

“Yes!” I snarled. The passion in her eyes held me. She brimmed with desire for me. To help me. To guide me. We were going to change everything. The world. We would save our father. “Ahlona!”

My angel whimpered. I leaned down on my arms. I thrust hard into her. The change in angle pressed her hairless pussy into my crotch on every thrust. I felt her hot flesh. Her juices stained my flesh. She gasped, pleasure sparkling in her eyes.

I leaned on my elbows, her breasts almost grazing my chest. Her legs clutched me. Her arms went around my neck. She pulled me down the last few inches. Her nipples pressed into me, her tits soft on my pectoral. Our lips met.

I kissed my angel.

Loved my angel.

Ahlona’s asshole clenched around my dick. Her hot pussy rubbed against my flesh. I thrust hard into her. Powerful strokes as our tongues danced and dueled. We kissed each other with a fervent need to love each other. To make each other explode in ecstasy.

Ahlona reached it first.

She squealed into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine as she bucked beneath me. Her pussy juices gushed out. Her cream bathed my crotch and stomach, soaking down to my cock plunging into her spasming bowels.

Her flesh sucked at me.

Writhed around me.

She kissed me so hard as she found her orgasm. I plowed into her convulsing bowels. She stimulated me. The pleasure rippled around my cock. It was incredible. I came closer and closer to that moment of eruption. The tip of my dick ached and throbbed from the delight she gave me.

I buried into her and joined her in rapture.

My balls unloaded. My cum flooded out of me. Blast after blast of my spunk fired into her asshole. The pleasure slammed through my body. This incredible bliss that had me shuddering and growling. My tongue danced through her mouth.

I kissed her. Loved her. All while her bowels massaged my spurting dick. Sparks flared across my vision as she milked me. Her asshole drew out all the spunk in my balls. My seed flooded her anal sheath.

I groaned as I fired that last blast into her.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “My Ahlona!”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned in delight, her eyes shimmering. “Stefan! I’m yours!”

“We’re going to do it!” I panted, my confidence soaring thanks to her passion. “We’re going to save Pater.”

“Yes!” Her diamond eyes sparkled as she shuddered against me.

I kissed her again, savoring the taste of her while the fire crackled beside us, burning down to coals. Red-hot and perfect for cooking my dinner. I groaned, not wanting to get up, but my stomach rumbled. Unlike Ahlona, I needed earthly subsistence.

I pulled out of her and set about preparing my dinner. She sat beside me, rubbing her cheek into my shoulder, humming softly. Soon we were lying down in the tent, wrapped up tight. I held my angel as I drifted off into sleep.

The next morning, I imbued my horse with the same spell to keep away its fatigue. To drive Magistrate to carry us faster and farther than he should be able to. He galloped away, riding us into the Kingdom of Valya. We skirted around the Deorc Forest. A dark, green blur that lay to our right, the inviolate lands of the hermaphroditic elves.

The road soon had us heading northwest towards the Kingdom of Secare. To our left, the Kelit Mountains rose on the horizon. They stretched out west towards the sea and marked the barrier between Secare and Valya. The land became hilly as the day wore on, the farms petering out into more wilderness. We were nearing the border. Once we were north of the Kelit mountains, we’d enter Secare and ride west for the Temple of Lily’s Blossom. We’d move through the Xan hills, the Kelit mountains to our left. We’d cross the White Kaluth and keep going.

In five or so days, we’d arrive. I hoped the trail after the monster wanting to kill my divine father wouldn’t be cold by then.

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Illina – Free City of Raratha

I lounged in my palanquin as my porters carried me to the estate of the Merchant-Lord Covitha. I was eager to seduce his wife, the Lady Ava. I couldn’t wait to purloin her jewels. Even though it was only two nights since my hot romp with Lady Alloria, and Barg and I had no need for more money since we fenced her jewelry, I wanted the rush of another seduction.

To be Lady Vainya, above suspicion of thieving another woman’s jewels. Especially after a night of passion.

My pussy had that wonderful itch. My nipples pressed against the light-blue toga I wore. I had a few choice jewels on me, nondescript adornments that I had stolen over the years and shouldn’t be recognized. I certainly didn’t have that beautiful, amethyst necklace I’d stolen from Lady Alloria. I had that stashed in my home beneath a false stone in the floor. Easy to pry up if you knew about it, almost impossible to find otherwise.

I heard music playing through the gauzy curtains of my palanquin. The ornate box, held by the hired porters, swayed slightly. I parted the curtain and smiled to see them carrying me through the walls around Lord Covitha’s estate. Like many of the rich, he had his mansion built on the cliffs overseeing Raratha, up above the sweltering city and where the only the salt of the Nimborgoth perfumed the air.

Lemon trees decorated the estate, all in bloom with white, five-petaled flowers. They added a sweet aroma. I smiled as a shadow slinked through them. My partner had arrived. I swept my gaze from Barg to the front of the home where the fluted columns holding up the roof of the porch. The home was open here, allowing the cooling breeze to flow through the main house, with wings on either side for the residences and support rooms, like the kitchen.

My porters reached the step and set me down. One, a brawny man with the pale-bluish skin of a Valyan, offered me his hand. I took it with fingers that were pale and milky, I stood up, smiling at him. Excitement filled the rhythm of my beating heart and a tingle ran through my nervous system. My fiery hair fell about my face in ringlets, brushing my bare, left shoulder.

I slipped the porters a tip, a silver dupondius, and then sauntered forward, my sandals whisking across the marble steps up to the palace. Servants with silver laurels in their hair, an extravagant display, bowed as I swept into the music of the hall.

I snatched a glass of Quethian red from a passing tray and sipped at the crystal glass as I let my gaze drift around. I slid past several women I’d seduced in the past. One noticed me, Lady Beviliani. She gave me an arched look, eager for another romp. She had such a delicious emerald bracelet about her waist, a chain wrapped thrice around her and gleaming with the green gemstones.

But I had my prey selected.

Lady Ava Covitha held court near the musicians playing their zithers and flutes, filling the hall with their spicy music. I sipped at my red, a delicious vintage, and drifted through the party, nodding to admirers, flashing them dazzling smiles. My pussy itched more and more as I made my play to seduce Lady Ava.

She was Zeutchian, with skin as pale and milky as my own. Her blonde hair fell in a lush fall about her heart-shaped face. She had the large bosom women from the Princedoms all seemed to possess. Her green toga left her right shoulder bare and cupped those delicious breasts. The wrap of silk clung to her waist. A thick bracelet dotted with fat emeralds adorned her left wrist and three heavy rings glinted on her fingers, two with large emeralds and one with a yellow sapphire. A necklace vanished beneath her toga, nestled between her breasts. It made me want to strip her.

“Lady Ava,” I said as I reached her, “I must compliment the choice of red tonight. Such a stimulating drink.”

“Oh, my, Lady Vainya,” she said, delight shining on her face. “The stories I’ve heard of you.”

“They are all true,” I said, leaning in. I placed my hand on her wrist right above that thick bracelet. “My tongue is indeed that agile.”

She burst into naughty giggles that were joined by the women around her. One of them, Lady Thilina, nodded. “She removed my clit piercing with just her tongue. It was such a stimulating experience.”

“I can imagine,” said Lady Ava. “What a pity I lack that naughty piercing. I’m afraid I was always too scared of the pain of having my bud pierced.”

“It’s an exquisite pain,” said Lady Juiliana. A Secaran, she had pale skin and dark-brown hair, almost black. Her body shuddered. A masochist… I’d have to remember that for future seductions.

“I’m sure there’s something I could demonstrate with my tongue for your pleasure,” I told the Zeutchian, sliding my fingers up and down her. “A reward for putting on this delightful party.”

“Mmm, we’ll have to see,” Lady Ava answered, smoky promise in her blue eyes.

“I hope so because I have a pleasure that’s beyond my little trick at depriving clits of their adornments.”

Interest sparkled in Lady Ava’s sapphire irises.

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan

Rage seethed inside of me.

The treacherous, thieving cunt, Lady Vainya, flirted with the hostess with the same shameless, brazen aplomb she used on me. Lady Ava laughed, clearly being enchanted by the bitch. My blood boiled as I gripped my crystal goblet. I glared at Lady Vainya, wanting to set her on fire with the sheer intensity of my gaze.

She didn’t.

Come the morning, Lady Ava would wake up and realize some of her jewelry was missing. Nothing as important as my amethyst necklace. I felt so naked without it. The ravages of time were working on me. I was aging. No faster than any other woman, but it would add up. Days could become weeks could become months.

Could become years.

I would not lose my beauty. That little bitch had no idea who she had stolen from. I would revel in her punishment. I sipped at my red, the heat rippling out of my pussy at the thought of the thief bound up, her gleaming flesh at my mercy.

Steal from me!

“My Lady Alloria,” my maid, Yellia, said. She wore a white toga this evening, short, black hair framing her face. Like me, she was Valyan, her skin pale with a bluish tinge. “The rat catcher is here.”

I smiled. “Lead me.”

My maid bowed, her face paler than usual. She trembled as she turned. I didn’t blame her for being afraid. Kurg Widowmaker unnerved me. The dwarf did not care about my title or wealth. If he became angered with me, he wouldn’t hesitate to treat me like he’d treated his wife.

To break me with his hammer or chop me up with his ax.

I swept through the hall, nodding to my friends, allies, and enemies. My husband lounged on a divan, the fat fool distracted by a pretty thing feeding him olives. I didn’t care about his amusements. So long as he didn’t set me aside for a younger wife, so long as I was beautiful, nothing else mattered.

And thanks to my pussy, he would never do that.

Outside, Yellia led me to the right and out through the grounds. Some were out here. Beneath the lemon trees, in shadowed bowers surrounded by sweet blossoms, couples made love. Their moans filled the night air as I headed down the house and around the corner.

The moon shone upon the plate armor the dwarf always wore. Though I was taller than him, his presence loomed. His dark beard bristled. He stroked it, tugging at the bottom where it was hacked short instead of falling down his chest like other dwarves wore theirs.

Or so I had been told.

“She’s here,” I said. “Are your men ready?”

He spat at my feet.

“Is that a yes?” I said, hiding my revulsion. Disgusting thing.

“We’ll be ready when she scurries back to her nest,” he said. “Want to know about the men? Approve them?”

“Just get it done. I want her and my property returned to me. Do whatever it takes.”

He gave an evil chuckle. “Well, I best be going, my Lady.”

He stomped off while I shuddered. Disgusting thing. I whirled around and headed back inside, my servant rushing after me. My toga whisked about my legs. I would have it back tonight. My necklace. No more worrying about aging. I would stay young and beautiful until the day I died.

And that wouldn’t be for a long, long time.

I held up my toga as I rushed up the stairs, my sandals smacking on the marble steps. I rushed inside. I grimaced. Lady Vainya already led off the hostess. Lady Ava had a big grin on her face as she waved to the other women.

“Enjoy tonight,” I said, raising a glass to Lady Vainya as she vanished into a corridor with the unsuspecting hostess, “because it’s your last pleasure.”

Feeling delighted for the first time in two days, I glanced around for my own amusement. Someone young and nubile. Who’d never had the pleasure of going down on a woman. I wanted to mold a pretty, young girl into an artist of licking cunt.

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Barg

I lurked in the shadows of the lemon tree beneath the balcony. I hoped it was the right one. My nose filled with the scents of the sweet blossoms above and the musk of sex drifting across the ground. Many a tryst writhed and gasped, filling the night with passion.

In my bestial form, my nose could smell them all, discerning the different musks, parsing them, examining them. They were all human passion, women juicy, men spurting seed. Sex and perfume and cologne all intertwined as the couples shared their bliss.

This plan of Illina’s made me ache. I glanced at the balcony with hunger. It was on the second floor. Purple curtains led inside, lit by the flickering light of an olive-oil lamp. A marble balustrade fenced it in, each column supporting the railing was shaped with the silhouette of a woman’s curves, hips and breasts round and delicious.

The curtain’s rustled. Two figures slipped outside. New scents filled my nose. I salivated at the familiar aroma of Illina. My partner and lover’s salty excitement filled the air, mixed with the tart passion of a human woman’s pussy. Lady Ava’s pussy.

They were kissing, as they moved across the balcony, tongues plunging. I could hear the wet smack of their lips as Illina pressed the hostess against the railing. They writhed together, bodies locked in a passionate embrace, hands roaming across toga-clad backs. Illina’s fiery ringlets brushed Lady Ava’s blonde curls.

My dick throbbed. I smiled as best I could with my muzzle, eager for the signal.

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Illina

I broke the kiss with Lady Ava and stepped back. “Mmm, I have to see your flesh,” I purred. And so did Barg. “Let me unveil this beautiful body to the moon.”

“She’s shining silver-bright tonight,” moaned Lady Ava. She glanced up at it. “Look at her, just a beautiful sight.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” I said, grabbing the end of her toga and unwinding her.

I loved Rarathan togas. Watching a woman turn in place as you unraveled her outfit was exciting. It was fun to reveal more and more of her flesh. Her left breast appeared, large and plump, her nipple pink and hard. Then her right, swaying and jiggling. A diamond flashed between those lush tits, dangling from a gold chain about her neck. She kept turning. A belly chain of gold dotted with small rubies rode high on her waist while a large ruby gleamed in her bellybutton, held in place by her naval.

“I love a woman in jewels that can only be seen when I unwrap her, I continued as she turned a final time. The cloth fell from her body, exposing a thick bush of blonde hair beaded with diamond-like dew. Her tart passion filled my nose. “Such an exciting sight to see.

“Naughty, naughty,” she said, winking at me. “So, what wicked tricks can you perform with that tongue when I don’t have a clit piercing.”

I thrust my tongue out before my lips and fluttered it. She leaned in and sucked on it, her naked breasts pressing into my round tits through my toga. I shuddered, nipples tingling. My tongue squirmed between her lips.

Then she popped her mouth off. “You do have an agile tongue.”

“Oh, let me show you have agile it is,” I said, grabbing her forearms and pushing her back. She hit the railing. I hoped Barg enjoyed the sight of her bubbly ass peeking between the balustrades. Zeutchian women were all lovely curves.

Made my pussy drip juices down my thighs.

I pressed my face into her cunt, my hands gripping her forearms just above her wrist. My tongue fluttered through her folds, caressing and teasing up and down her labia. Her tart cream filled my mouth. She moaned, her lovely breasts jiggling, that fat diamond gleaming between them.

I wanted it.

“Oh, Lady Vainya!” she moaned to the night air. Anyone could see her. Especially my barguest lover.

My tongue danced through Lady Ava’s pussy lips, teasing her. I feasted on her, giving her all the delights I could. I wanted her gasping and moaning and crying out in rapture. I wanted her body shuddering and her pussy juices gushing out of her cunt.

I wanted to feast on her. To lick up every drop of cream as they spilled out of her pussy while I slowly stole all her pretty baubles from her lush and delicious body. Her breasts heaved as she squirmed, grinding her silky bush against my face.

My hands slid down her wrists. I caught her fat, emerald bracelet. Without her even realizing it, my tongue dancing over her clit, I slipped it off her wrist and hand. It vanished into a concealed pocket sewn into my toga. My hands returned to her body, grabbing her hips while my lips nibbled on her clit.

“Lady Vainya, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Gods, what a wicked tongue you have.”

“Mmm,” I purred, “what a tasty pussy.”

“Oh?” she asked, delight in her face. “The tastiest you’ve had.”

“There’s something special about Zeutchian twat,” I moaned. I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt.

“Oh, Gods, I can imagine that Valyan pussy gets so boring after a while,” she whimpered, her large tits heaving. “You need variety.”

“Uh-huh. Good thing you’re such a welcoming hostess.”

She laughed in delight then gasped. My tongue danced through her twat. I swirled and caressed her inner pussy walls. She whimpered. Her fingers grabbed my hair. She gripped me tight as she ground that hot cunt against my mouth. She smeared her flesh across my lips.

My tongue massaged her inner pussy walls. I loved to feast on her. I savored her tart flavor. The rhythm of my heart pumped excitement through my veins. More cream dripped from my hairless twat. I fluttered my tongue around inside of her.

“Oh, that’s good,” she whimpered. “Ooh, yes, yes, feast on my Zeutchian twat!”

“Such a yummy muff!” I moaned. “And such a thick bush.”

“Little carpet muncher!”

“Yes!”

I rubbed my face through the silk of her wet bush. Those naughty hairs tickled my cheeks and nose. I breathed in her musk. Then I thrust my tongue deep into her twat. I swirled around in her, my cunt on fire.

I danced in her, my nose rubbing against her clit. My hands gripped her hips. This wicked urge seized me. I wanted to show off her body to Barg. To show her off to her fullest. I pulled my tongue out of her twat’s depths. I flicked up to her clit and danced around it, giving her a final burst of delight here.

Then I pulled my face from her, seized her hips tight, and spun her around.

“What?” she gasped as she leaned over the railing, her heavy tits dangling for all the night, and my lover, to see.

“Mmm, let me show you where else my naughty tongue can pleasure you,” I moaned before burying my face between her butt-cheeks.

Her curved rump squeezed about my features. The sour musk of her asshole filled my nose. My tongue licked out, caressing over her puckered sphincter. She gasped as I rimmed her. My tongue danced around her.

My eyes stared at the small clasp of her belly chain. Right at her spine.

My hand stroked up and down her sides, caressing her, stroking her while my tongue danced over her asshole. I swirled in fast circles. Her moans echoed through the night. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face, massaging me with her plumpness.

“Saphique’s cunt, that’s naughty!” she moaned. “Mmm, you’re just a wicked thing, Lady Vainya. Pater’s cock, I love it!”

“Good!” I moaned, my fingers brushing her belly chain. I loved it. I wished I had hips as curving as hers to really wear it to its fullest.

My tongue pressed against her asshole. Her little anal ring parted. I wiggled inside of her, tasting the sour flavor. The rough texture of her bowels engulfed my tongue. She moaned louder, her passion a delight to hear.

My fingers slid along her belly chain as I caressed her asshole. I reveled in the dirty flavor. In the naughty thrill of this. I imagined those lush tits heaving, Barg watching them. His cock so hard. My digits found the clasp.

I slid my left hand around her waist while my tongue fucked in and out of her asshole like I was punching her sphincter. I thrust into her anal ring again and again, savoring the delight of the puckered hole parting around my tongue. The digits of my left hand followed the descending V of her pelvis right to her soft bush.

To her clit.

I manipulated that bud. She gasped out, “Lady Vainya!”

I unclasped her belly chain with a deft twist of my digits. My other hand massaged her clit in fast circles. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face, her sphincter clenching about my naughty tongue. I whisked the chain off her waist, coiled it around my hand, and thrust it into another hidden pocket.

“Gods, you’re amazing, Lady Vainya!” she moaned, her blonde hair dancing about her naked back and shoulders. “Biaute’s perfect tits, yes!”

Her clit throbbed beneath my stroking fingers. Her spine arched and her asshole convulsed around my tongue. Juices gushed out, bathing my digits playing with her bud. Her orgasmic cries echoed through the night.

I wiggled my tongue as deep into her writhing bowels as I could. The pleasure shouted from her lips. The delight echoed through the night. To my lover’s ears. The tart scent of her passion filled my nose. I rubbed her clit, her body shuddering. Tits slapped together.

“Oh, Gods, yes, Lady Vainya!” she gasped. “Saphique’s naughty fingers! Pater’s huge cock! I love it!”

I pulled my tongue from her asshole and stood up behind her. She turned around, her face flushed, silver gleaming in the highlights of her hair. Her hand seized the back of my head and pulled me into a hungry kiss. She tasted her sour asshole and tart pussy, her tongue dancing through my mouth. I trembled, my pussy clenching.

I loved every moment of this. I kissed her back with hunger, my hands stroking her bare sides, caressing up and down her flesh. She whimpered against me, her fingernails biting through my hair into my scalp.

She broke the kiss. “Ooh, the things you can do with not just your tongue, but your fingers.”

I winked at her. “And that’s not even my big surprise.”

“What is it?” she moaned.

I whistled.

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Barg

Illina’s whistle pierced through the night.

My dick throbbed. I burst from beneath the shadows of the lemon tree and darted across the silver-painted lawn. My forelegs stretched out before me. My hind legs propelled me forward. The air rushed over my hairless body.

I leaped.

Thanks to the curse on my bloodline, I had to turn into a beast half the time. And even when I was a man, it was obvious that I wasn’t human. But it gave me strength, endurance, and athletic prowess not even a dog, which I superficially resembled, could match.

I soared over the banister past Illina and Lady Ava. I landed on the marble flooring of the balcony, claws scratching at stone. I slid for a moment before the pads of my paws caught traction. Then I whirled around and faced the gasping Lady Ava.

“Hound!” she gasped.

“I am no mere cur, my Lady,” I said, my refined tone a little mangled by my muzzle. “I am Barg, a barguest, and I am at your service this evening, Lady Ava. To be used for your pleasure.”

“It talks,” gasped Lady Ava.

“He talks,” Illina said, her lips gleaming, smeared in pussy cream. “He is a barguest. Sometimes he’s a man, sometimes he’s a beast, but he’s always a stimulating conversationalist.”

“And cunnilinguist,” I added. “I do hope to show you the skill of my tongue. You shall find it to be unlike anything you’ve tried.”

The woman shuddered. Her tart passion grew stronger in my nose, almost drowning out Illina’s salty cream. My companion grinned. Her pale skin had that wonderful sheen to it, the moonlight bringing out the shine from the alchemical lotion she applied to hide the unusual nature of her flesh and conceal her nonhuman nature.

“Come along,” said Lillian, taking Lady Ava’s hand. “You should be on the bed for this. Easier on your knees than marble.”

“Oh, my,” gasped Lady Ava. “His cock…”

“I know,” purred my lover. “You’re going to love it. No cock I’ve tried is like a barguest’s. His monster dick will give you ecstasy.”

“Indeed, my lady, you are in for a treat tonight,” I said, padding after them, my cock bobbing beneath me. I ached for her. The scent of her pussy filled my nose, that wonderful aroma of hot cunt needing a dick.

My cock ached to plunge into her depths.

Illina and the Zeutchian beauty vanished through the curtains. I followed, my eyes locked on Lady Ava’s curving rump. The married woman had such a delectable rear. Her blonde bush peeked through the gap in her thigh, dripping with her juices. She was wet and ready for me.

Two large oil lamps blazed on either side of the woman’s bed, a curtain of pink silk hiding the mattress. The four posts, like the balustrades outside, had the suggestive curves of a woman with her arms thrust over her head. Large tits, round hips.

I licked my chops.

“You are going to love this, Lady Ava,” purred Illina, pulling the nude noblewoman through the silk canopy onto the bed. The two women became hazy. Gauzy shapes moving. Writhing.

Lady Ava knelt, her breasts dangling. I growled in hunger and leaped through the curtains, parting through the gap, and landing on the bed behind her. I stared at her ass, eager to be in her. I lunged forward, mounting her in a flash.

“I thought you were a cunnilinguist!” moaned Lady Ava as my hairless body slipped over her lush form.

“I am afraid that your scent has captivated my lusts,” I growled as my cock nudged into her furred muff. “My apologies for denying you that pleasure, but my bestial passions must be answered. Your pussy is just too delectable a treat for me to pass up at this time. Perhaps in our next assignation, I will have the time to vigorously apply my tongue to your quivering quim.”

“Yes!” Lady Ava moaned. “Oh, Gods, just fuck me with that cock. Ram it home in me!”

“Oh, yes, do it,” moaned Illina, her hand sweeping up Lady Ava’s back and vanished beneath her curls. Her other hand reached down, seeming to play with the woman’s tits.

I thrust forward.

My cock slammed into the noblewoman’s married cunt, giving her a taste of a monster’s cock. She gasped, her hot flesh clenching about my girth. Her head arched. Illina’s hand beneath Lady Ava’s blonde hair moved. Her other hand darted from beneath the woman’s body. I caught a blur of a gold chain and something held tight in Illina’s hand before it vanished into her toga’s pocket.

“Pater’s cock, what a shaft!” moaned Lady Ava as she rocked beneath me, oblivious of her necklace being purloined.

“You’re going to love this,” moaned Illina. “Fuck her hard, Barg!”

“I shall endeavor to make her pussy convulse with effervescent delight upon my tumescent cock!” I snarled.

I drew back my hips, sliding through the juicy embrace of her twat. I reveled in the hot flesh. Then I rammed forward. I buried hard and deep into her. I plowed to the hilt in her cunt, my heavy balls smacking into her flesh. She gasped, her snatch squeezing about me as I drew back and plunged in.
Fast. Hard.

I fucked her without restraint. I couldn’t help myself. In my bestial form, I had to fuck with all my passion. I held nothing back, pumping away with powerful thrusts. I slammed into her, my hips pistoning away, driving my cock in and out of her tight, juicy snatch.

“Pater’s huge cock!” she squealed. “Lady Vainya! Oh, Gods, no one has ever fucked me with such vigor.”

“I told you,” moaned Illina. She rolled over onto her back, her head sliding beneath Lady Ava’s body. “He is incredible. You’re going to cum so hard, and when he knots you…”

“Knots me?” gasped the noblewoman, her pussy squeezing down tight around my dick.

“Mmm, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced,” purred my lover. “Ooh, I love these titties.”

“Yes!” gasped Lady Ava while I heard noisy suckling and then a curious pop. Illina’s hand darted out from beneath the noblewoman, a ruby glinting in her grasp before it vanished into another hidden pocket.

The bellybutton’s accouterment.

I snarled in delight, glad to help distract this beauty. I fucked her hard while Illina worked, sliding off rings, stealing the last of the noblewoman’s jewelry. I hammered her pussy without restraint, that juicy and amazing twat building me towards my orgasm. My balls brimmed with cum.

And smacked hard against her furry bush.

The noblewoman rocked beneath me. Her married snatch squeezed about my fast-plunging cock. She gasped and moaned out in wordless rapture. Her blonde hair flew as she tossed her head from side to side.

Illina suckled and nursed, loving the noble woman’s nipples, giving her a smaller taste of pleasure. Lady Ava moans echoed around us. Her body rocked. I gripped her sides with my forelegs while my hips thrust forward hard and fast. I drove my cock into her depths over and over.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” she howled.

Her pussy went wild about my cock.

“I do say, that is a most wonderful delight to experience,” I growled as her pussy worshiped my dick.

“Gods, just keep fucking me!” she howled, her hot juices gushing out around my cock and bathing my balls as they smacked into her bush. “Pater’s huge dick! That’s so good!”

“Your pussy’s most wanton and wicked spasming are swelling my knot, my Lady. Do you feel it?”

“Knot?” she moaned as the base of my cock ballooned.

I rammed forward and my knot smacked into her furry muff. Her ticklish hairs creased it while her pussy lips struggled to stretch to engulf it. I failed to ram it past her cuntlips. I drew back, snarling in need, and plunged forward again.

“Gods!” she gasped. “The base of his cock, Lady Vainya!”

“Mmm, that’s his knot,” My lover purred. “Enjoy!”

I pumped forward hard. I hammered my knot against Lady Ava’s cunt. The married beauty gasped and whimpered, her pussy spasming around my cock plunging in and out of her cunt. I thrust with all my might. Pussy lips stretched and stretched.

And engulfed my knot.

I howled my triumph as my cock unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz into her depths. I flooded her married pussy with my monstrous spunk. Her pussy convulsed harder. She moaned louder. Her snatch milked my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Gods, this is incredible! Flood me! Oh, your cock is so swollen!”

Illina giggled in delight. She sat up, grabbed my muzzle, and kissed my snout. I thrust my thick tongue into her mouth, licking around inside of her as I pumped my cum into the married woman’s twat.

I flooded her.

Basted her.

I gave her every drop of passion brimming in my nuts. It was an incredible experience. I shuddered, pumping all that spunk into her. She whimpered, her pussy convulsing and writhing around me.

Illina broke the kiss and grinned at me. “Naughty boy.”

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Illina

“Oh, Gods,” moaned Lady Ava. She collapsed, her face pressing into her pillow, her ass still thrust up into the air. Her pussy was tied to my lover.

He twisted around on her. She gasped and squealed as he dismounted, his cock rotating in her cunt, giving her more stimulation. I moved on the bed before him, hiking up my toga enough for him. I parted my legs in invitation to him.

“Put your cunnilinguist skills to work upon my pussy,” I moaned.

“Gladly,” my lover growled. “I do so love supping at your passion, Lady Vainya. It is always a treat.”

I winked at him.

He ducked his head down, his hairless muzzle sliding own my inner thigh. Then he pressed into my hairless twat. The rhythm of my heart increased its beat as his hot, thick tongue lapped up my pussy lips and brushed across my clit.

I gasped and arched my back. My pussy, already dripping wet from watching all the fun and stealing all of Lady Ava’s baubles, clenched. Pleasure conducted through my nervous system to my whirring mind. I whimpered and groaned, my legs squeezing about his head, trapping his muzzle to my cunt.

His tongue darted out again and again. He licked and lapped and teased me. His hot tongue caressed over my pussy lips. The pleasure shot through me. This wild heat had my cunt clenching. The pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut.

“Barg!” I moaned at the stimulation.

His rough tongue bathed my pussy lips. He could lick across it for a full heartbeat, teasing my flesh. My clit twitched and throbbed. My inner cunt clenched. My toes curled as he feasted upon me. My moans echoed through the room, reverberating back at me.

“Oh, Barg, you are always such a treat to enjoy. I love you so much! Yes, yes, Barg!”

His tongue bathed me. He licked with a hunger that almost overwhelmed me. His tongue danced over my folds, teasing, licking, filling me with such passion. The pleasure swelled and swelled inside of me. I wiggled my hips back and forth, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer.

His tongue’s next lick started at my asshole. He swept across my puckered hole, caressed my taint, and then slid through my pussy lips. He ended at my clit. My sensitive bud burst with pleasure. I gasped out in delight.

I came on my barguest lover’s tongue.

“Pater’s big cock!” I moaned as the rapture flooded through me. “Oh, Barg.”

He licked and lapped at my cunt as the juices gushed out of me. The rapture electrified my nervous system. Sparks zapped and zinged through me. I moaned, my toga rustling around my body. Little lights danced across my vision. Bliss pumped through my circulatory system, my heart’s rhythm frantic.

Barg’s tongue kept my rapture alive as he licked and lapped across me. He teased me. Drove me wild. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side. The pleasure rippled and writhed through my body. I groaned and gasped, my toes curling.

“Barg!” I gasped as I hit that peak of rapture. “Oh, thank you, Barg!”

His muzzle lifted from beneath my toga, his chops gleaming with my cream. “As always, Lady Vainya, I am honored to devour your pussy and feast upon your most delicious passion.”

“Any time,” I whimpered, shuddering through my bliss.

Not long after my orgasm, Barg’s knot came undone from Lady Ava’s cunt.

“Oh, my Gods,” moaned Lady Ava as she slumped onto her belly. Barguest cum dribbled out of her pussy and matted her blonde bush. “I can’t… That was…”

“I know,” I purred, adjusting my toga to cover my hips and legs. I felt all her jewels secreted on me. “Enjoy the daze.”

She just moaned, lost in her bliss.

I winked at Barg. He flicked his tongue across his muzzle. My pussy tingled. I still buzzed from that wonderful orgasm he gave me. Then he whirled around and darted for the curtains. He burst through them and vanished out into the night.

I sauntered from Lady Ava’s chambers, my body buzzing with the thrill of another conquest. I descended the stairs, my sandals whisking on the polished marble runners. The sound of the musicians playing grew louder.

I stepped out into the grand hall. My gaze swept around. Lord Hossier Covitha spoke to a group of powerful men, including the Doge himself, the ruler of Raratha. I smirked as I sauntered past them. I had thoroughly enjoyed his younger wife and all her delicious charms.

I patted my pocket, feeling that large diamond.

I burst out into the night. Feminine moans drew my attention. Lady Alloria lurked in the shadows beneath the nearest lemon tree. Light spilling out of the manor illuminated her naked body as she writhed, grinding her pussy on a young girl’s face. Another Valyan, her blue-tinged skin looking more azure in the shadows.

Her eyes met mine and—

I shuddered at the intensity in her glare. Hatred. This woman whom I left satiated two nights ago despised me. She knew I’d stolen from her. A worry tingle raced down my spine as my palanquin hurried from where my porters waited with the others. I ignored the noblewoman.

Tonight would have to be Lady Vainya’s final appearance. If Lady Alloria knew me as a thief, soon the word would be out. No woman would allow me to seduce her. This game had finally reached its end. Perhaps it was time to leave Raratha for new fun. Perhaps up to Astol on the Ompo Sea, Valya’s capital. Or maybe I could head east along the coast. There were other rich cities to plunder. Hargone or perhaps Grahata on the Yalut Isle. See the famed labyrinth they had and all those gems they mined.

I slipped into my palanquin, letting out a heavy sigh as they lifted me up and carried me home. I would miss the parties in Raratha. There had been nothing quite like this game. But a new city would mean new fun.

As I lounged in my palanquin, Lady Alloria’s gaze lingered in my thoughts. Such hatred. Pure vitriol. It was the gaze of a woman who would want vengeance. She didn’t take being slighted well at all.

But what could she do to me? I wasn’t Lady Vainya at all. I had taken care to separate my cover from myself. No noblewoman could pierce it. I’d sell the jewels I stole, and then leave town in a few days with Barg.

Still, the unease in my guts lingered.

To be continued…

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