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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Free City of Raratha

I gripped the hair of the young, noble girl eating out my pussy. The nubile beauty licked and lapped at my cunt, feasting on me with a hunger, feeding the angry lust inside of me. Her tongue slid through my folds as I watched that bitch who robbed me slip into her palanquin.

Lady Vainya’s porters lifted the poles onto their shoulders and carried her away.

“Soon,” I hissed beneath my breath as I watched “Lady” Vainya depart the Lord Covitha’s estate with the ill-gotten loot she’d purloined from Lady Covitha. I didn’t care about that Zeutchian slut’s jewelry.

I needed mine back!

“Lick hard, whore!” I hissed at the girl, pulling on the fistful of her red hair I held, grinding my cunt on her face. “Get that tongue in me!”

“Yes, Lady Korvan,” she moaned and thrust her tongue deep into my cunt.

I gasped at the delight of her tongue stirring around inside of me, licking, lapping, driving me wild. This wonderful bliss shot through me. This anticipatory lust. Kurg and his foul rat-catchers would snatch that thief and drag her to me sobbing this night.

Oh, Vainya would beg to escape her fate. I would make her grovel. Make her thrust that tongue into my cunt. My asshole. I would chain her to the floor and ride her mouth whenever I wanted. Fuck her cunt with my golden dildo whenever I wanted to punish her.

I’d buy a bigger one. A dildo so thick she would feel it in her on every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, seeing it in my mind. “Lady” Vainya gasping, moaning, begging for mercy as I fucked her and fucked her. I would give her dasthil root and keep her from ever finding her orgasm. She would feel it building and building, reach the cusp of that point and never find it.

She’d beg me for mercy.

For her orgasm.

She would become my fucking groveling slut. “Steal from me! Oh, get that tongue in me, whore! Make me fucking cum!”

The girl whimpered into my twat, her tongue thrust deep into my pussy. She swirled it around inside of me. I shuddered, grinding my twat on the slut’s mouth. Her moans hummed around my pussy. My clit rubbed against her nose.

Pleasure swelled inside of me as I pictured that redheaded slut whimpering and moaning and screaming her head off. “Please, please, let me cum, Mistress! I’m sorry for being a treacherous thief! Forgive me! Let me cum! I need to cum! Gods, please!”

“You cum when I let you, whore!” I moaned, my fantasy blazing through my mind. “Now suck on my clit!”

“Yes, Lady Korvan!” squealed the noble girl.

Her lips latched onto my clit. She sucked hard on my bud. I trembled against the lemon tree. My head thrown back, the vicious pleasure inside of me swelling and swelling. My body twitched. I shuddered towards my wonderful bliss.

“You’ll be my slut, Lady Vainya!”

I came.

My pussy exploded with rapture. My convulsing flesh spasmed, sending bliss rippling through my body. The lemon tree groaned as I thrashed. Its sweet-smelling branches rustled above me. My pussy juices gushed out of my cunt and poured into the girl’s mouth.

She licked up my cream as the waves of ecstasy slammed through me. The rapture pounded the shores of my mind like the Nimborgoth crashing into the cliffs beneath my husband’s estate during a storm. I drowned in euphoria.

“You’ll be mine!” I howled to the night. “Mine, thief!”

Kurg wouldn’t let that slut get away. He would corner her. Capture her. Or kill her. Either way, he would get back my necklace.

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Barg

I strolled down the street in my human form, nearing the carpenter’s shop where Illina and I currently lived. A good home with several exits to safety. It was a quiet neighborhood. Home to craftsmen, skilled laborers, and moderately successful merchants. Not one of the poor slums around the docks riddled with criminals.

Not the sort of place that a thief would live.

No hideout in a hovel, but also not a place of luxurious to enjoy the riches and spoils that we’d earned from our current capers. Illina didn’t care about such pleasures. She enjoyed the thrill of the theft.

She was a lot like her mother, and not just because they looked identical to each other.

Hathila had been a wild thief. Brave, even reckless, and fun. I smiled at remembering the time we slipped into the Palace of Sekar and stole the cock ring off King Reginold III, the grandfather of the infant king who ruled the country now. Well, the Queen-Dowager Lavinia ruled until her son came of age after her husband’s mysterious disappearance.

I took a right at the intersection, stepping onto Saffron East Way. There were still those out this late, returning from the tavern. Not many drunks. Not in this area. Even at night, the streets around here were safe to walk alone. Not that I had any fear.

A man glanced at me and then kept walking. I had black skin, and not Halanian black, which despite how deep ebony the desertmen’s skin looked, they still had more brown to them than I did. I was pure black. Unnaturally so.

No hiding that I was a foreigner, but Raratha was a mercantile city. A free city where trade flowed across the Nimborgoth. People from across the known world passed through here, even those from the closed Empire of Shizhuth could be found haunting this ground. Humans, naiads, halflings, and other races abounded. I even saw a rakshasa the other day, one of those man-eating shapeshifters from Naith.

I was almost home. I had a good night. It was fun fucking with “Lady Vainya.” I hoped we could do that again. To feel a noblewoman squealing beneath me while I fucked her in my beast form had been a treat. My dick twitched hard at that.

Above, a bird flapped.

I furrowed my brow. At night? It didn’t sound like an owl. They had soft feathers and hardly made any noise. My eyes flicked upward. The stars twinkled bright. The moon half-full, a silver wedge in the sky. My eyes flicked around. Suddenly, my neck prickled. If I had any body hair, I imagined I’d feel the ones on the back of my neck rise.

At the end of the next block, a handsome, Zeutchian man leaned idly against the wall, one foot planted against the stone. He had a mane of blond hair spilling down his face, fine features, face squared. He wore tight, black leather pants and a loose, long-sleeved linen shirt with a leather vest over it. A light cloak of wool hung off his shoulders, held closed by a silver broach. A rapier hung from his waist.

What was Swift doing here?

I knew that fencer. A mercenary who’d drifted down from the Princedoms of Zeutch. A graduate of the Fencing School of Az. While the bards were the more famous students produced by the University of Az, its duelists were deadly fighters.

And he was waiting a block from our house.

I breathed in deeply, something tickling my nose. I couldn’t tell what. Not in this form. Swift hadn’t noticed me. He stared down the intersection, waiting for something else. I ducked into an alley, a rat scurrying from me and vanishing behind a wooden rubbish bin covered in a round lid. I blurred into my bestial form, resembling a hairless mastiff. My toga spilled off of me as my body shifted. My bones flowed like liquid, my muscles reforming as if unseen hands sculpted my flesh like clay. My jaw elongated. Teeth shifted into sharp fangs and powerful canines. Fingers and toes shortened, hands and feet becoming paws. A tail grew.

I breathed in deeply. That scent that tickled my nose now reeked of sour sweat and foul rot. It was something nasty. Something that I couldn’t quite place.

I padded down the alley to the far end and came out on the next street over. I slunk along the side of the building, keeping in the shadows, just another cur wandering the city. Things that were strange never boded well.

Hathila’s number one rule stated: Things are different for a reason. Understand why if you wish to live a long life.

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Illina

My unease grew on me as I moved through the streets to Gareyth’s house. I wanted to get back to the basement beneath the carpenter’s shop, grab my belongings, and find someplace new. My fun in Raratha felt over.

Lady Alloria Valis Korvan had glared at me with such hatred as I left the estate. Despite having a pretty, young thing feasting on her pussy beneath the lemon tree, she had such loathing for me. Such odious fury. She knew I robbed her which meant it wouldn’t be long before other noblewomen began talking about how their jewelry went missing after a night of passion with “Lady Vainya.”

What a shame. Just when things were getting fun. But my mother’s second rule said, “When someone’s pissed in the party’s wine, it was time to abandon the fun.” No thief had been better in the world than my mother.

Save me, of course.

I neared the house when a bird flapped overhead. I paused, glancing up. I held tight my toga. It wasn’t the same silk one I wore at the party, but a linen one suitable for a young laborer’s wife who lived in this neighborhood. My eyes glanced up in the dark. A bird active at night?

The bird whistled.

My stomach tightened. My hand slipped into the folds of my toga for the hilt of one of the knives I had hidden on my body. I didn’t take weapons onto Lord Covitha’s estate, but only because there would be no hiding them in the passion I shared with the lady of the estate.

I drew it, holding it low, pressed against my thigh to hide it from any passersby as I moved down the street, my nervous system burst with sparks of fear.

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Barg

I followed the foul scent around the carpenter’s house to the alley on the far side. I peeked around the corner and fought a groan. Kurg Widowmaker stood halfway down in his full plate armor, his ax in hand, his warhammer hanging from his belt. Beside the mercenary came the source of that foul stench. A large cage containing a hulking bugbear in chains. It was a vicious mass of dirty-yellow fur. All claws and fangs and fury. It had the strength of the bear and the fury of a cornered wolverine.

A monster who loved to kill and rape. One of the worst offspring of the God of Lust’s indiscriminate masturbation. Las had fired his jizz across the world and fathered many creatures, most of them deadly and obsessed with sex.

Being raped to death by a bugbear was not a fate I craved.

If Kurg had brought out Bug, his pet, then he was here for serious business. He was here for Illina.
I had to find her and warn her before she came near the house. We were blown. It was time to slip away. I padded past the alley. I knew the approach my partner would use. I headed down the next street at a fast lope and rounded the corner. I glanced down Saffron East Way.

A bird chirped.

Swift straightened from the wall. Illina’s scent caught my nose. She was almost to the intersection. Swift crouched now. He drew his sword and positioned himself to strike around the corner and hit Illina when she stepped into his view. My stomach curdled.

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Illina

I neared the intersection of Saffron East Way. The beat of my heart pulsed faster and faster. My nervous system tingled with alacrity. I kept a tight grip on the dagger. My eyes darted around, searching for any signs of danger. I could see the corner of Gareyth’s shop. I wanted to relax. To slip into the bed and sleep, but I wanted to get the necklace in there.

Lady Korvan’s necklace was a thing of beauty. I didn’t want to lose it if I didn’t have to.

As I stepped out into the intersection, a dog’s howl bayed into the night. The warning galvanized my nerves already primed by my growing fear. Movement flashed to my right. My body reacted to the rapier thrusting at my side. I twisted and slashed out with the dagger I held, my toga swirling around me. I parried the blade, knocking the slender sword to the side. It lanced past me.

The fencer Swift didn’t flicker any emotion across his handsome face at missing, his blond hair swaying. His body shifted, recovering. While rapiers were thrusting blades, they had edges. Sharp edges. He slashed it towards my neck now. I ducked low and threw my dagger at him. A flick of the wrist, throwing it straight for his guts.

He swept his cloak before him with his off-hand, catching my blade and throwing it out into the street. It clattered across the cobblestones and slid into the far gutter. I sprang back from him, an acrobatic back stand into a crouch, giving me some distance from him.

He followed, rushing in for another thrust. I pivoted and tumbled to my left, rolling across the street and ducking his next attack. His boots pounded on the pavement as he chased me. I came up in a run, racing for the alley.

I reached the wooden rubbish bin and grabbed the heavy lid off of it. I turned around as Swift’s rapier speared at me. The tip gleamed silver, flashing moonlight. Then it thunked into my improvised shield.

I twisted the shield with a jerk of both my arms. His blade bent and then snapped in the middle, the narrow metal stressed in just the right way.

“Pater’s cock!” Swift gasped in shock as he stared at the jagged end of his shortened blade.

I was stronger than I looked.

My muscles flexed as I rushed in and slammed the wooden lid into his face. The rim caught him. His head snapped to the right. His feet left the ground. He hit the street with a loud thud, rolled once, and ended in a crumpled heap.

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Barg

My howl died, giving Illina the warning she needed. She dodged the attack and raced for the alley. As I prepared to charge to her aid, metal clanged. Heavy boots thundered. Kurg Widowmaker burst out of the alley and cast his eyes down the road. I couldn’t see his face, shadowed by his helm, but I felt his eyes on me.

He spat and then he charged down the road at me, drawing his warhammer. He held both weapons. Though short and stout and wearing fifty pounds of steel armor, he crossed the half-a-block distance in moments, swinging both weapons at me in a diagonally slash.

I darted to the right, claws scrabbling over the cobblestone. I darted around him, my tail swishing. I lunged in by instinct to savage the back of his knee. To rip the tendons and cripple him. My jaws opened and snapped down.

On a steel plate that almost broke my teeth.

Kurg whirled around in a near blur of speed, ax howling down at my body. I moved faster. I leaped clear of the blade. It crashed into the cobblestones. Sparks burst, flares of yellow-white that spilled dancing reflections across the dwarf’s polished armor.

“Heard she had a barguest fucking her diseased cunt!” snarled the dwarf. “I’ll free you from the slavery of her pussy!”

“If being in a woman’s pussy is a form of slavery, then it is one that I would gladly plunge into at a moment’s notice,” I answered back, keeping my tone light and airy. How to deal with the brute wrapped in metal? And if he freed his pet…

“The weight of bondage destroys us all,” the dwarf said, a vicious pleasure in his voice as he raised his hammer high.

I tensed, watching him, waiting for the attack, ready to dodge, right, left. Perhaps I could slam my weight into his chest and knock him down. How easy could he stand? The attack fell, a powerful blow hurtling down to crush my head.

I darted to the right

BOOM!

The hammer slammed into the pavement where I stood, pulverizing rocks. The cobblestones beneath me buckled. The vibration surged through the ground and hit my paws as I moved. I gasped at the earth-shaking force. I tripped, fell on my side, legs kicking as I sought to right myself.

The ax slashed down for my body.

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Illina

I drew another dagger and rushed in to finish Swift off as he groaned, his feet twitching. “Never leave an enemy alive to stab you in the back,” my mother once told me. “That’s my seventh rule.”

Toga flapped. I rushed at him. The air stirred above me. Feathers rustled. I threw a look up and gasped. Claws gleaming like steal flashed down at me. I twisted my body. The attacking talons tore through my clothing and into the flesh of my shoulder. Raking pain burst across my collarbone. I hit the cobblestone, blood flowing sapphire from the wounds.

Liirissa the Harpy flapped her wings hard to climb back into the air, my blood dripping from the steel daggers she wore sheathed over her natural talons. Her large breasts heaved as her brown-feathered wings, which she had in place of arms, flapped hard to carry her into the sky. Her beautiful face gleamed with silver highlights, her eyes reflecting bright green.

Lady Korvan had been busy. Two mercenaries hired to capture me.

I rolled onto my back and threw my knife at the harpy. It spun through the air at her. She flapped wings hard, body twisting and turning in the air. My blade soared past and then arced down, landing on the roof of a building.

Laughing, an almost chirp of delight, the busty harpy turned and dived down at me. Ignoring the bleeding mess of my shoulder, I kicked up onto my feet and darted out onto Saffron East Way. I went right, running fast.

I spotted Kurg Widowmaker raising his hammer to slam it hard at the ground at Barg. My lover and partner leaped to the right. Behind me, feathers rustled. I went to dodge left. The hammer came down with a loud boom. The street lurched beneath me.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I gasped as I tripped at the wrong moment. The pavement hurtled up at me.

Talons slashed down my back. I screamed as they cut furrows in my flesh. I hit the ground hard, toga torn, absorbing the blood bleeding out of me. I whimpered and looked up to see Barg lying on the ground, too, that dwarven bastard raising up his ax to kill my lover.

That bitch hired Kurg Widowmaker! My hand darted into my robe.

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Barg

Death slashed down at me.

A bright light exploded nearby.

A flare of sunlight swept through the night. My eyes burst in pain. Kurg grunted. His ax slammed into the pavement beside me. His heavy feet stumbled as I rolled onto my paws. I couldn’t see anything but a bright blur beside me, blinded by one of Illina’s alchemical dazzelstones.

“Krab’s broken tools!” snarled Kurg. “Queen Barzidi’s well-fucked cunt!”

I wasn’t the only one blinded. Kurg swung his weapons. They hissed through the air. I darted away, shaking my head. The scents changed before me. I smelled more stone. I halted my flight as my paws slid into the gutter, moments from tripping myself.

“Where did you go, cur?” snarled Kurg. “And which mangy, filth-ridden cunt threw that!”

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Illina

I staggered to my feet, blinking against the dazzlestone. Liirissa hissed in the air. It landed far enough away not to have blinded me. Kurg and Barg both staggered. My lover shook his muzzle, standing by the carpenter’s shop. Kurg stumped in the wrong direction, swinging his weapons as he snarled in rage.

“I’ll cut off your putrid clit!” snarled the dwarf. “I’ll hack off your mold-ridden cuntlips and slice off your worm-eaten tits!”

I grimaced and rushed to Barg. Pain throbbed up my back. Blood flowed, my heart’s rhythm pumping out more and more of my blue life. It spilled down my back and soaked into my toga. We had to get out of here.

Footsteps rushed behind me. I threw a look over my shoulder. Swift swung the rubbish bin lid at my head, his face a mask of crimson blood. I ducked at the last moment, the flood of adrenaline spiking through my circulatory system numbing the pain screaming through my nervous system. The attack swept over me. I swept out my foot, catching him in his knee.

He screamed as the ligaments tore. His leg folded and he crashed to the ground, the lid spilling from his hands and rolling twice before collapsing with a thud. I panted and groaned, staggering back to my left.

Air rushed.

Liirissa.

I rolled to the side, grunting against the pain bursting fresh across my back as my wounds met the cobblestones. Talons slashed through the air where I stood. Liirissa’s tits heaved as she flapped her wings, climbing back into the air to make her next pass.

I scrambled to my feet and charged towards Barg while Kurg stumbled down the back alley behind our place, cursing about my “puss-filled quim” and my “treacherous maw hungry to steal a man’s noble seed.”

“Barg,” I groaned, reaching him. “You’re feet from the shop’s door.”

“Door!” he growled, his head turning to me. His eyes watered. He shook his head again. “We need to flee.”

“I need that necklace,” I hissed.

“Fifth rule!” he snarled as I darted past him and slammed my shoulder into the door.

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Barg

Anger roiled in me. She had forgotten the fifth rule. “The only chains in this world are the possessions we cannot abandon. If you keep your treasures in your heart, then they will never betray you.”

“Illina!” I growled, my vision a blur now. She slammed her shoulders into the stout front door of Gareth’s shop. It rattled, wood creaking. She was strong. She drew back.

More wings flapped. I growled, whirling as the harpy came down for another pass. I heard her nearly rip into my Illina. My lover bled. I could smell the coppery scent of her bluish blood, a different taste from most creature’s fluid.

Krab had made her ancestors with a different medium for sustaining life.

My ears tracked the sound of feathers. A blurring mass hurtled out of the night for my thief. I leaped with a snarl. Liirissa screeched. Her wings frantically flapped. I slammed into her, mouth snapping on her right wing. We hit the ground in a tumble. My jaws locked about her wing.

She howled in pain. Her feet kicked out. Steel talons raked down my thick hide, scourging my flesh. Oozing pain rippled through me as I clamped my jaws tighter on the harpy. My teeth dug into the meat of her wings, tearing feathers.

The hollow bone snapped.

“Las’s filthy cum!” she howled and thrashed. Harpies were another of the God of Lust’s “progeny.” “You gods-cursed mutt!”

A loud roar split the night. Metal groaned. Twisted. Snapped. A loud clang crashed to the ground. Heavy footsteps shook the night. In the alley, a dark shadow moved. I groaned. Kurg had released the bugbear.

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Illina

I crashed through the door on the second slam. Liirissa screamed behind me as Barg savaged her. I burst into the shop. There wasn’t technically a way into the basement apartment that Gareyth rented me from inside his shop. But I had loosened some floorboards in the corner just in case. It was one of the many ways in and out, from the two doors, to the casement windows, to the sewer access in the basement’s corner.

I didn’t live in a home with only one way out. “Always leave two other ways to escape if you don’t want to be cornered like a pig for the slaughter.”

Rule six.

I pried up the first board and threw it to the side, revealing my basement home clad in dark. Then I ripped up a second floorboard, the muscles in my torn back screaming with agony. It shot through my nervous system. More blood leaked out of me. My heart thudded with a frantic rhythm. Shakes already twitched through my fingers.

I had to get the treasure and get out of here.

I hauled up the third board, knowing I broke the fifth rule, but this was too important. I threw the second board to the side and then dropped down into the ground below. I landed lightly. My legs buckled as fresh pain rippled up my back.

Cernere’s black cunt.

A mighty bellow shook the building. I gaped and then groaned. “Did he bring his pet?”

Metal crashed to the ground outside the building. It came from the alleyway Kurg vanished down. I despised that dwarf more and more. I wanted to find Lady Korvan and carve out her tripes. I couldn’t believe she did business with that dangerous mercenary. The woman was so petty? His price was more than all the jewels I took combined, and that didn’t count paying for Liirissa and Swift either.

I staggered to my hiding spot. I pulled out my last dagger and pried up the stone, revealing the necklace I took from Lady Korvan and the notes on the Vault. I shuddered at my treasure. The only thing I had left of my mother. Everything she had learned before she tried to pull off the most daring burglary in the world.

And never returned.

I slipped the paper into my toga along with my necklace. I had to get out of here.

BOOM!

The entire building shook. Dust rained down from the ceiling. The floor creaked and groaned from a massive weight. Heavy furniture crashed above, wood splintering. I heard the loud crash of masonry shattering. Then a massive fist punched through the ceiling.

The bugbear.

Panic surged through me as the monster ripped apart the floorboards in moments. It dropped down between me and the entrance to the sewer. It stood so tall it had to crouch to duck its head into the room. It’s mange of dirty-yellow fur covered a body of bulging muscles. A snarling muzzle dripped with foul saliva. Black-stained teeth, canines as long as my middle finger, flashed.

It charged at me.

I ran faster than I had in my life, leaping over the mattress on the floor. The door to the stairs that led out to the east alley lay before me. I reached out to grab it. The ground shook as the hulk barreled at me. He crashed through the columns supporting the roof, splintering the stability of the house.

Something heavy yet soft slammed into my back. I gasped and fell on my face before the door. I squirmed, my mattress on me, pinning me in place. The damned thing had thrown it at me. I pushed with my hands, legs kicking to get it off me and get back on my feet.

The bugbear rushed after me, its massive size slowing it down. I scrambled out from beneath the mattress and reached for the door. It burst open and slammed into my hand. Numbing pain shot up my arm.

Kurg Widowmaker loomed before me, rage twisting his beard face framed by his helm.

I darted a hand into my robe.

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Barg

I released the harpy, letting her hiss and thrash on the ground. The building shook as the bugbear slammed into it. Furniture cashed. A shout came above, Gareyth cursing in his upstairs apartment. I winced. He was a good man who just had his shop destroyed because of us.

The bugbear snarled. I darted towards the west-side alley and burst around the corner to find a massive hole battered into the wall. The bugbear had broken through it and then ripped through the floor. I charged in after. I promised Illina’s mother to protect the idiot.

I leaped through the hole torn in the floor and landed in the rubble to see the mattress crash into Illina’s back. She fell to the ground in a gasp of pain, almost at the door. The bugbear battered columns to get to her. The entire house creaked above us. I leaped onto the monsters back. My claws scrabbled over thick hide. I sank my teeth into the back of its neck.

I held onto the fleshy neck, struggling to get my teeth past the monsters leathery hide. He hardly noticed me. The door burst open, knocking Illina back. Kurt stood before her, his weapons in hand, rage in his face.

Fear squeezed about my heart. Illina, wounded, darted her hand in her robe and threw something forward. It slammed into Kurg’s breastplate and burst open in a gush of sticky, foamy resin. An acacia bomb, another alchemical substance, surged over the dwarf and stuck his arms together, halting his swing before it connected with her.

“Putrid whore!” spat Kurg as she dove past him and through the doorway. He turned to kick her, but his back hit the frame and the resin suck him there, pulling his kick up short.

I leaped off the thrashing bugbear. He bellowed. Air hurtled behind me. A fist crashed into the hard-packed earth of the basement floor. I ran at full speed. The dwarf strained to free himself, snarling in fury.

I darted past him and landed on the narrow stairs leading up to the east alley. Illina staggered up them. The back of her shredded toga dripped with her blue blood. She’s pushed herself too hard. She needed to get to safety.

The harpy appeared before her, right wing bent at her side. She spun, breasts heaving as she slashed out her talons to take off Illina’s face.

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Illina

My left hand seized the last dazzlestone and threw it in the harpy’s chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, the talons hissing down at me.

WHOOSH!

The sound of fire burst before me. The harpy screamed. The blinding light slammed into my eyelids. The world turned red before me. I staggered on the steps, the explosion kissing my face with heat.

Liirissa screeched and staggered back. Her words were incomprehensible. I swayed, dizzy. Then strong hands grabbed me. Familiar arms held me. I leaned into Barg as he blurred into his human form. I leaned on him he helped me up the last of the stairs.

“Get that maggot-infested snatch back here!” Kurg howled. “Bug! Find the! Rip them apart!”

“I’m afraid there’s no rest yet,” said Barg, helping me down the alley. The ground shook behind us.

“RIP OFF HER MILK-ROTTED TITS ONE AT A TIME!” snarled the dwarf.

“Sewer?” I asked, the adrenaline fading. My wounds gnawed at me.

“There is, I fear, only one recourse I can think of,” Barg said.

“Oh, no,” I groaned as he hurried me down the street. Another boom. Then a loud groan. Something collapsed in a clatter of wood and brick. Too much to hope Kurg would be crushed beneath it. Heavy footsteps thudded. “How far.”

“Almost there,” Barg said, his polished voice showing not a hint of fear. “The smell has not improved, I fear, but, alas, what choice do we have.”

The bugbear roared with a furious hunger.

“Not much,” I answered.

Barg leaned down. Metal groaned and rasped as he pried off the heavy, cast iron cover to the sewer entrance. “Can you manage?”

“No choice,” I whimpered. I stepped onto the tar-coated, wooden rungs of the ladder descending down into the sewer. The stench rose around me, the effluent flowing down the central channel. Narrow walkways ran along each side for the workers to use to keep it flowing. No one wanted a heavy storm to back up the sewage.

I leaned my hand on the slick wall as Barg followed. The cast-iron lid scraped over cobblestones then clanged into place. He climbed down, his body naked. He had furrowing rakes down his flank, but they didn’t look as bad as mine.

He had thicker skin in his beast form.

Heavy footsteps boomed above. The bugbear snarled and growled. It reached the lid and pounded at it. I shivered. Could it batter through the street and into the sewer? I didn’t want to find out. I leaned into Barg and we staggered down the path towards the last person in Raratha whose debt I wanted to be in.

Fox was not a halfling I was eager to go to for help.

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Ahlona – Maliyn, The Kingdom of Secare

The public room of the White Froth Inn in the town of Maliyn fascinated me. The human settlement straddled the White Kaluth River. Thanks to Stefan’s magic, we had traveled far, covering over half the distance to the temple in only a few days.

The inn was called the Lone Mountain and had a sign shaped like a very tall and narrow mountain thrusting up with a white-capped peek. It resembled more a mushroom than the famous peak that lay just outside the capital of Secare. Perhaps the artist had never seen the Lone Mountain thrusting over Shesax?

There were so many delights. Stefan enjoyed his food. Though he was a demigod, like me, he had far, far more mortal blood in him. I was birthed from the union of two gods, not a god and a mortal. My race came from Slata and Pater. My white wings hugged me tight as I drifted around the tables. Everyone stared at me with a variety of looks. Some suspicious, others curious, and some like I was a meal to be eaten. The barmaids—wearing low-cut blouses that seemed only a single tug of their lacing way from spilling out their ripe breasts—flounced through the room carrying drinks and platters of food.

They gave me a wide berth for some reason, skirting around tables when they noticed me.

The sights, the smells, and the activities were all so different from serving in the wing of the Adamant Palace where Slata, my divine mother whom I served, lived. No angelic choirs serenaded her while she entertained this or that lover, from her husband to other gods to mortal worshipers who had found eternity in her part of the Astral Realm. The Goddess of Women had an appetite to match Pater.

There was rutting here, of course. In dark corners, women shuddered on the laps of men, some being fingered, others riding hard poles. A few had slipped to the floors to apply their mouths with much vigor to hard cock.

It was fascinating to watch the same activities I now enjoyed with Stefan. I was so thrilled that someone finally owned the key to my chastity belt. It could be unlocked whenever Stefan desired to bed me.

And I did so enjoy being bedded by him. It felt so right to unite our bodies together. Pater’s seed quickened each of us in our mother’s womb.

“You like that, peach?” a rough-dressed man with a thick, black beard said. He had a slender girl on his lap, her naked breasts jiggling. They were small and perky, her nipples the same pink as the flesh of a grapefruit. Her round face twisted in pleasure, hazel eyes wide.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned as he rubbed up and down her pussy.

“Mmm, see, I told you, didn’t I? Treat a woman right, and she wants to please me.”

The girl nodded and then whimpered again.

I stopped before them, peering at the man’s technique. He ran his thick fingers up and down her shaved pussy lips. She had a strip of hair that ran down her pubic mound to her pussy, like a guide to where she should be touched. He didn’t penetrate her but stroked up and down her flesh. Her moans were such a sweet delight to my ears.

The black-bearded man glanced at me, arching bushy eyebrows. He slowed his fingering and then grinned at me. He shoved the girl off his lap onto the chair beside him. She squeaked in annoyance. She didn’t land quite right on the seat. It slid back and she grabbed the table to keep from falling off of it.

“Earon!” she gasped in indignation.

“Well, well, well,” Earon said, his eyes flicking up and down my body. “Look at you. With them white wings and a halo glowin’ ’bout your head.” He grinned. “I told Nataly that she was as pretty as an angel, but, Pater’s cock, to see one of you in the flesh…” His hand slid beneath my wings wrapped around my body to rest on my naked side above my hip. He caressed me. “Now why don’t you sit on my lap”

“Nataly seemed to be enjoying that more than I would,” I said. “Don’t stop fingering her. She looked like she was nearing her climax.”

“I was,” the girl muttered, glaring at the guy with undisguised disgust on her face. She folded her arms beneath her small breasts.

“See, you angered her.” I grabbed his wrist and gently attempted to move his hand. “Go back to playing with her. I just desire to watch.”

“I think I’d rather finger your angelic twat,” Earon grinned. His lips spread wide, surrounded by his wiry beard. His hand tightened on my hip and tried to pull me down. I didn’t move.

Instead, I unfurled my white wings.

He whistled as he stared at my exposed, round breasts. His hand slid higher to grab my tit. I seized his wrist again, stopping him. My fingers dug into his flesh. I yanked back his hand from me and glowered at him.

“As you can see, sir, I am wearing a chastity belt. No one but my owner can touch my pussy. It would be pointless to try and finger me.”

“Who’s your owner?” he growled, his eyes hard.

“Why, there he is eating his meal. The one in the robes.”

Earon burst into contemptuous laughter The leather jerking he wore creaked beneath his heaving chest. He had a powerfully built body. Perhaps a miner? “That scrawny runt?” He grinned at me. “Why, I could go over there, break his arm, and take—”

I twisted my wrist.

His arm snapped.

Earon screamed out in pain as the bone in his wrist shifted beneath his skin at the break. His fingers twitched. He stared at me with shock as I let go of his arm. He cradled it to him, whimpering like a little boy.

“Show respect to those who are your better, sir,” I said with cold anger. “That is my owner you thought to harm. Say another word about him, and I shall break more than your arm.”

He nodded, tears beading in his eyes.

“Now, I suggest you find a surgeon or a herb doctor to set that bone for you. It felt like a clean break. It should mend with ease.” I smiled at him. “I am sure it will be a reminder to you on the importance of manners, sir.”

“Yes,” he gasped, his chair creaking as he rocked in pain.

The girl stared at me with awe. This smile spread on her lips. I held out my hand to her. “My apologies for spoiling your evening’s fun. Allow me to repay it.”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned in delight. She grabbed my hand, her nipples hard, this glossy look of desire in her hazel eyes. She stood up, her brown hair swaying about her flushed face. She stepped around the groaning man.

I smiled at her and drew her naked form through the tavern. Everyone was looking at me, but all those men were respectable. They didn’t try to grab us or say inappropriate things to us. They all nodded their heads, muttering, “Madam Angel.”

Such polite men.

Stefan watched me, arching a curious eye as I brought the girl to him. I smiled back at him and brought the girl to the table before me. “This is Nataly. I spoiled her fun for the evening, but, I thought she would enjoy playing with you.”

“With me?” Stefan said.

“Mmm-hmm,” I purred, pressing into the girl’s naked back. My nipples rubbed on her skin. “Why don’t you enjoy her sucking on your cock? She has a pretty mouth. And then we can retire to our room and apologize to Nataly.”

“Oh, yes,” moaned Nataly. “You’re not scrawny at all, mage. You’re handsome. And you have an angel serving you. Makes me wet.”

The girl slipped to the floor before my stunned owner. She vanished beneath the table. I sat down in the seat beside him and watched the girl’s head pop up over his crotch. Her hands deftly open his robes and exposed his cock swelling hard.

“Ahlona,” Stefan groaned as the girl took him in hand. She swallowed his cock with ease. My pussy grew so juicy, my clit throbbing against the cool metal of my chastity belt. “What are you doing?”

“You’re our father’s son,” I purred into his ear. I put my hand on the girl’s head, sliding through the silk of her hair. “He liked variety. I suspect you will, too.”

Then I leaned in and kissed my owner. My heart burst with joy as he groaned into my lips. His tongue thrust into my mouth. The girl sucked hard. Her wet nursing rose above the buzz of conversation in the surrounding public room. I felt eyes on us as the girl pleased the man I loved.

I was so glad I was allowed to love him now. That I didn’t have to watch. Wait.

Her head bobbed beneath my hand. She worked her mouth up and down Stefan’s cock. The girl sucked with hunger. The slurping sounds made my pussy clench. My juices flowed, coating the cool band of my chastity belt. My engorged labia pressed on it. My clit throbbed.

I wanted to touch myself and couldn’t. Not until my owner freed my passion.

He kissed me with hunger, too. He groaned into the kiss, his chair creaking as she shifted. Pleasure rushed through me as he enjoyed the girl’s sucking mouth. My fingers tightened in her hair as she worked her lips up and down his cock.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Tell me what she’s doing to you, Stefan. Please!”

“Oh, Gods, she’s sucking with all her might,” he panted, his face twisting with pleasure. His green eyes brimmed with passion. “Her tongue is dancing around my shaft. Stroking me. Her lips are sealed tight. Gewin’s mighty cock, her mouth is so hot and wet.”

“Mmm, good,” I purred. I rubbed my nose against him. “It makes me so wet to know you’re enjoying her.”

“A lot,” he groaned. “I’m going to cum down her throat. Gods, she’s sucking hard. And massaging my balls.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned. I nuzzled into his ear. “Flood her mouth. Fire all that jizz right down her throat. Drown her.”

“Slata’s sucking mouth, yes!” he snarled.

The girl moaned. She bobbed faster. I loved it. My body shifted. My nipples ached. I rubbed them into the sleeve of my owner’s robe. Pleasure tingled down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter, pussy lips rubbing into the cold metal. It teased me.

Made me ache to be fucked.

Stefan’s head threw back. He snarled out his pleasure. The girl gulped and swallowed. His seed pumped into her mouth. A rush of naughty heat rippled through me. I squirmed as I heard her guzzle down every load of his cum.

“Gods, that’s good!” he moaned. “Ahlona! Thank you!”

“I’m here to serve you in every way, Stefan,” I told him with all honesty. “Mmm, just pump your jizz into her mouth.”

The girl sucked and slurped as he groaned. He shuddered a final time and then he panted. His chest rose and fell in his robes. His head shook from side to side. It was clear the pleasure had nearly overwhelmed him.

Which was such a hot thing to witness.

Nataly slid her lips off his cock. She popped off and grinned up at him, a little bit of pearly spunk adorning the corner of her lips. “So, is it true that a male mage is the best pussy licker in the world?”

“Nataly, we love eating cunt,” he told her. “Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you.”

Joy burst through me to make my owner happy.

To be continued…

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