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Leywife Monica – North of Raratha, The Kingdom of Valya

I bent down at the small brook and thrust my hands into the cool water. The stream had cut through a grassy field, digging into the dirt to reveal a bed of rounded rocks the fluid raced over. The water was cool. Refreshing. I flexed my fingers in it, savoring the flow.

It was after our midday meal was over, our break from a half-day’s riding. My mind drifted through last night’s attack. The gifts my baby gave me to defend us had come into use. Even with them, things had been disastrous. The attack sudden. The full effect of magic was terrifying. The power the warlock used on us could have killed us all before we even knew it.

Illina knelt down beside me, her red hair swishing about her face. She thrust her hands into the water, too. She pulled them up and rubbed them together, droplets spilling over her hands. They were paler than my own and had an interesting sheen to them.

“How’s your backside holding out?” I asked her.

She blanched. “If I never ride a horse again…” She shook her head. “My butt should be soft and supple, not red and throbbing.”

“Unless you’ve been spanked,” I said and giggled.

She gave me a sly look. “Do you like being spanked?”

“I’ve enjoyed it a time or three.” I gave an earthy giggle.

“You are not the innocent woman you appear to be.” She flicked her fingers, droplets of water flying from them. “The way you act, you’re almost virginal at times.”

“I am far, far from that.” I glanced down at my belly. “I’m a leywife. After I became pregnant with Pater’s child, men wanted me. They used me, receiving the blessing that having sex with me provided them.” She smiled and glanced at me. “One day, why, I must have had thirty men.”

Illina’s jaw dropped.

“My husband to be…” I sighed, remembering Bishop Tomas Sanderian. “He arranged it.”

“Husband to be?” Illina blinked more. “I thought you and the paladin were engaged.”

“Tomas is dead.” I sighed. “It wasn’t love between us. He was a high ranking priest of Pater. Marrying a leywife meant prestige. He and his wives convinced me to marry him. He brought me to the temple. I had many lovers while there, mostly male. It was a blur, those three months. So much sex, and now…”

“Now you’re in love with a paladin of Lagu who follows Luben’s marriage vows?” Illina shook her head. “He is an unusual man.”

“He’s a paladin of Lagu because of his wife’s murder. They had a Lubenite marriage. He rescued me from the temple. I would be dead without him.”

“I get it.” Illina stared at her hands. “So, you went from being fucked by every hot guy that caught your eye to devoting yourself to Bryce. Who, I’ll admit, is a dashing man. Mature and strong.”

“He is,” I said and smiled. “I don’t need all that attention if I have him.”

“And yet you want to fuck Barg.”

I caught my breath. A rush of heat washed out of my pussy. I resisted the urge to glance back at the men. At the black-skinned barguest. He was handsome and exotic, like no man I had ever seen. Strong. Protective. Fiercely devoted to Illina. He made her cum. A lover who knew how to please a woman. And his cock was different.

To be knotted to a man…

“Of course I don’t,” I lied, my cheeks burning.

“It’s fine,” Illina said. “I’m not jealous. I’m no Lubenite. Barg and I are free to take other lovers. We share them, too.”

“I’m glad for you,” I said. “But I have no interest in him.”

“I’ve seen you staring at him. Watching him.”

“I love Bryce,” I said stubbornly.

“What has that to do with wanting to be knotted by Barg’s cock?” She leaned in close. “I can arrange it for you. Privately.”

I shivered at the invitation. The wild delight of being fucked by him. It would mean going behind Bryce’s back. I told him I would be faithful. I couldn’t let my lusts control me. “No. I’ve already had this conversation with Barg. We both agreed it would be a bad idea.”

“You sure?” Illina had a mischievous grin on her lips. Her green eyes twinkled. “I can see you want it.”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, I’m going to arrange it. Tonight. I have a plan.”

I stared at the thief in shock. Then I bolted to my feet and rushed back to the men. Barg held the reins to his horse, standing tall and proud. So handsome. The noonday sun gleamed off his hairless skull, the black skin surprisingly shiny. He glanced at me. A wave of heat washed through me. I hated this lust for him. He filled my thoughts all the time. The old me would not have hesitated to take him into my bed.

The version of me that had lived before that attack. Before Bryce had swept in and saved me.

I stepped up before my paladin. He wore his full armor with ease. He glanced at me, his brow furrowing in question. I cupped his face, rose up on my tiptoes, and kissed him with quite some hunger on the mouth. His whiskered lips moved on mine. His armored form felt so solid against me. Strong and unyielding.

Why couldn’t one man be enough?

I broke the kiss and Bryce took in a deep breath. He stared down at me in surprise. “That was a welcome delight.”

“I just wanted to kiss you,” I said, feeling Barg behind me.

“Have you been practicing?” Bryce said next.

“I’ll keep trying while riding,” I said, wishing he had said something romantic. Something to sweep me off my feet.

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Sir Bryce Cartith

Near the end of our day, the sun sinking low on our right, Illina’s horse cantered up beside mine. I glanced at the thief. She sat her horse without her usual grace that she had with everything else she did. She wasn’t fit for traveling outside of cities. She thrived in them.

“We’ll be reaching Carithia before sunset,” she said. “We should stop there. Sleep in a bed.”

I glanced at her, studying her. “You don’t want to sleep on the ground again?”

“Gods, no,” she groaned. “My poor back. The ground’s too rough, and as much fun it is fucking outside where I can watch Monica riding you, I want a proper bed. Stuffed with goose feathers. What’s an hour?”

“Very well,” I said. An hour… I had been on my quest this so long. “You know she’s following, right?”

Her brow furrowed. “She… Oh, yes, Lady Alloria.” She nodded. “I don’t know what she’ll try next, but I saw her in that invisibility box. I’ve never seen the like. Mages can’t do invisibility, right?”

“Not and have it be movable,” I said. “I don’t think, anyway.” I furrowed my brow. That warlock had come so close to ruining a decade of work.

“We need to be careful,” Illina said, stretching her back. Then she winced and shifted how she sat. “She’ll try again. I don’t get what I did to the bitch to make her so persistent. I stole some jewelry. Made her cum. She acts like I killed her lover or something.” Then she grinned and opened the front of her blouse. She pulled out a necklace of platinum and amethysts. “Pretty, right? I sold the rest, but I just had to keep this. Out of spite now for all the pain and grief she’s caused me.”

I shook my head.

“I know, I know. I’m just a terrible thief.” She burst into wicked laughter. “Arrest me for having stolen property.”

“I need you.”

“Yes, you do.” She tucked the necklace away. “So, we need to be careful and be ready for her next scheme.”

“I’m working on it.”

Illina gave me a curious look.

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Outskirts of Carithia, Kingdom of Valya

“They’re approaching the town, my Lady,” my sex slave, and Djinn, said. Saniyya stared at the small mirror she’d conjured for herself. “I think they intend to stay the night in it. Illina seems quite keen on it.”

“That’s not good,” I muttered. “How do we sneak into a room?”

“With care, I presume, my Lady,” Saniyya said. She was using her illusion magic to create a scrying device. Her powers were quite interesting, able to make solid objects that felt real. Smelled real. Even tasted real. But they wouldn’t last. They were ephemeral.

“And we’re going to have to sleep in the rough,” I muttered, seeing the village ahead. We couldn’t even enter it. I sighed, staring at a field we were passing. I wasn’t happy about that. “Conjure our camp.”

Saniyya glanced at the field and blinked. A large pavilion appeared. It would have a soft bed and divans, even scented braziers. She could stock it with the sweetest treats and the most refreshing wines. None of it real. If I tried to live off her illusions, I’d starve to death. We had provisions, though. Trail rations.

Hard, nasty tack bread that made my teeth ache from chewing on them. If they were just camping in the open, I could sneak in under the illusion and get back my necklace. I wanted to do more to Illina, but now it was just about retrieving my property. I needed to preserve my youth. I was aging again. Weeks had been added to my life. I couldn’t have that.

It wasn’t reversible.

Frustration boiled into me as I rode my horse up to the pavilion and dismounted. “Saniyya, conjure a flail.”

It appeared in my hand, the tails long and made of leather. I stared at the Djinn, my frustration mounting. I would take it out on her and her sweet ass. Her clothes had already melted from her dusky-brown flesh. She slipped into the pavilion, her ass begging to be spanked.

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Illina – Carithia, Kingdom of Valya

I sauntered across the common room of the Wiggling Delight, wanting to whistle. I loved plotting a crime. Being in the midst of a caper was so exciting. I wanted to skip as I threaded around the tables crowded with farmers and laborers all enjoying their evening after a day of work. Barmaids threaded through them, their black hair and bluish skin contrasting with my features. I stood out among Valyans.

Men appreciated it.

I gave them flirty winks when coarse suggestions were called out at me. I dodged around their friendly hands wanting to pat my ass or grab my small breasts. My reflexes flowed me through the crowd back to where the others sat enjoying dinner.

We had a table in the corner, a rectangular affair draped with a red cloth. Rather surprising to see the fine cloth covering the table given the patrons. But the owner wanted to have a presentable establishment. There weren’t many signs of brawls and bars here.

Barg had his back to the wall. Bryce sat with his back to the crowd, wearing just a linen shirt and trousers, his armor stored up in his room. Monica was beside him, looking fetching in that white robe of hers.

I smiled at Monica, arching my eyebrows at her.

Monica looked down at her glass of wine. Her eyes flicked up for a moment. Not to look at me, though. My smile grew as I squirmed beside Barg. He leaned back in his chair, stretching. I couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

Until then, I leaned over to Bryce and said in a conspiratorial hush, “Maybe we should talk about what you know of Cernere’s Black Vault.”

“I suppose,” he said. He straightened in his seat. “I thought you knew about it.”

“Oh, I do,” I said. “But there might be things you noticed that I will help me get in—”

“You think I didn’t see you do that, Krazil!” roared a man. A chair scraped back, much of the talking cut off. “Think I’m not blind!”

“I know you’re blind, Zerinal!” Krazil shouted. He stood up, too. The men were both large, wearing patched vests and canvas pants tied off with ropes. They had the appearance of laborers or street toughs. “What you going to do about it? Bleat like a Las fucked sheep?”

“What? You think I’m going to stand for that?”

Bryce looked over his shoulder at the men.

“Baa, baa, baa!” Krazil mocked. “That’s what you sound like. Same bleats you make when taking Las’s cock up the ass. You love it when the God of Lust buggers you after he fucked your wife and made her cum like—”

Zerinal’s fist slammed into Krazil’s chin. A hard blow that sent him stumbling. He grabbed the back of an empty chair to keep from falling. He then swung it around in an arc that slammed it into Zerinal. Wood exploded, and the man fell down hard. Krazil pounced, falling on the man.

Sir Bryce sighed. He rose and said, “I’ll deal with this. Take them to the town’s magistrate.”

“The travails of being a paladin of Lagu,” I said, giving him a mocking smile.

“Laws must be kept so order can flourish,” he answered. “They are ruining the evening of those around them with their selfish conflict.” He marched across the bar. Even out of armor, he cut an imposing figure. Tall and strong, his muscled body rippling with his strength as he crossed the room.

He pushed through the bystanders gathering around the two men brawling on the floor. He grabbed them and hauled them to their feet with ease. His strength was impressive. He must have muttered a prayer to Lagu. He could flex that prowess of his with ease. A dangerous man.

He marched the two men out of the room. The moment he was gone, I said, “Monica, here’s your chance.”

She turned to look at me, her twin braids of dark-brown hair swaying about her head. Her brow furrowed. “Chance, Illina?”

“Crawl beneath the table and suck off Barg,” I said, my hand already working to unlace his trousers. “I went through all that trouble to keep Bryce busy. He’s happy enforcing the law, and you can be happy sucking my barguest’s cock.”

Barg glanced at me and shook his head. I winked at him and smiled. I told him I would pull this off. A naughty caper to help him and Monica have some fun behind Sir Tightass’s back.

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Leywife Monica

I swallowed as Illina worked. It was clear what she was doing. The patrons were settling back to their meals. None were looking at us in the corner. It was darker here, the light from the fire having far to reach. Her hand moved, clearly now jacking off Barg’s cock.

Bryce would be busy for some while with the magistrate. I shivered. I licked my lips as this wild heat swelled through me. To suck off his cock. To indulge my lusts for him… I had to do it. Once I had, I could stop thinking about him and focus on Bryce.

I loved him. I wanted to be faithful to him, but it was such a chore. I had never practiced monogamy. Pater hadn’t been my first man, and after him, I had so many. I’d been gangbanged, taking cocks in every hole, reveled in the delights that men could give my body. My pregnant pussy clenched.

I slipped beneath the table. Bryce never had to know. It would be our secret. Illina was a thief. She wouldn’t snitch. And she would keep this up. I knew it. She would keep tempting me to have sex with her barguest until I cracked.

Might as well save her the effort.

I could barely see his cock beneath the table. He was as black as night, his shaft visible more by her paler fingers holding it, defining the shape of him as she stroked up and down him. I crawled closer, my hands sliding over the wooden floorboards. I settled between his spread legs, my heart racing, my pussy clenching in excitement.

As if knowing I was right before him, Illina tilted Barg’s cock at me, aiming it almost at my mouth. I groaned and grabbed his dick. Barg let out a soft moan as I wrapped both my greedy hands around him. My pussy blazed with heat.

I used to enjoy so many cocks. I closed my eyes. I could enjoy this one. Sir Bryce and I weren’t married yet. I shuddered, sliding my hand up and down this dick. I could just open my mouth and engulf him. I could swallow him with ease.

And then what?

I would be betraying Bryce. That wasn’t something I could do. It would be wrong of me to do this. I released his cock and backed away. I slipped out from beneath the table and rose back to my seat. I perched there, breathing heavily.

Illina stared at me in some surprise. Her green eyes narrowed. “He won’t find out.”

“I know,” I said, closing my eyes. I put my faith in Bryce. I’d made promises to him. “This isn’t what I want.”

“Oh, you want it,” Illina cooed. Her arm moved as she pumped her fist up and down the cock I craved. “Don’t even pretend you don’t. You’re dripping for it. Barg, you can smell her, can’t you.”

“Illina,” the barguest said, “she doesn’t want this. You tried.”

“Are you saying I failed?” Illina leaned in close to her love. “I don’t fail.”

“You can’t control her. She had the chance and refused. Respect it.”

Illina sagged in her chair and glared across the table at me. She shook her head. It was clear she didn’t understand at all. She had a selfish streak to her. Not surprising given that she was a thief. She took what she wanted. She didn’t let things like rules or laws or even her word bind her. Not when there was something shiny she could steal. Some games she could play.

“Why do you want me to have sex with your lover?” I asked her, crossing my legs, my pussy aching. I so wanted him. It would be so easy to just slip back beneath the table and enjoy him. To let him fuck me hard. He could pound me.

She shrugged.

“No, please, tell me. I want to know. We’re traveling together. We should understand each other.” I drew in a deep breath. “I made a promise. I think it’s important to keep it. Bryce never asked me to. He never made me choose monogamy. I offered it. I won’t hurt him by taking it back.”

“She’s right, Illina,” he said. “Promises are important. You know that.”

“Don’t go quoting my mother’s fifteenth rule at me,” Illina muttered.

Rule?

“Fine, fine, you want to uphold your word to Sir Nofun, be my guest. I just wanted to give you some pleasure.” Illina’s hand darted down again. Barg closed his eyes and groaned as she fisted him. “My man has an amazing cock. I just wanted to share it with you. Give you some bliss.”

Her words had such sincerity to them, but I didn’t believe her. I shook my head. “That’s not it.”

“She’s just playing games,” Barg said. “She does that. She doesn’t like Sir Bryce and wished to enjoy knowing that I’d cuckolded him. Fool that I am, I let her talk me into it.”

“Mmm, because you like making me happy when I do this,” Illina said.

He shuddered and let out an almost hound-like growl of delight. He squeezed his eyes shut and made me wonder what she was doing to his cock to make him growl like that. To have that joy flashing across his face.

My pussy clenched. The burning desire to enjoy Barg swelled even more. Illina smiled at me from across the table. Her eyes held that glittering, green mischievousness again. Her pink lips held a wet gleam.

“We could share him together,” cooed Illina. “Suck his cock. He could cum on our faces and then we could lick each other clean while he fucks you. Mmm, doesn’t that sound delicious?”

“It does, but I won’t,” I said. Now I fixed hard eyes on Illina. “I understand that you resent Bryce for collaring you. But he released you.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not going to help you hurt him.” I picked up my glass of wine. “So you can suck his cock and have him cum on your face. I won’t do it.”

“You have more steel in your spine then you look,” said Illina. “You look like you’ll break under the slightest weight.”

I was surprised by her words. Did she think I was strong? If I didn’t have Bryce, I’d be so lost. Not just raped by those goblins, but probably killed by them. And after the death of my new friends, my future husband and his wives, I should have been broken by grief, but I had him to cling to. I would be nothing without him.

“I’m not strong.”

Illina snorted.

“I’m not.” I finished off my wine, the warmth bleeding through me. “If I was, then I wouldn’t even be tempted at all. I wouldn’t want to be sucking his cock at all.”

“You really don’t see it.” Illina sighed. “Fine, fine, you win. I won’t tempt you to do things like this.” Her head vanished beneath the table.

Barg groaned. The wet sucking echoed. His hand slid down, clearly grabbing her head while she blew him. The heat of my wine melted down to my pussy. I crossed my legs, wanting to join her so badly. To have Barg cum on our faces would be delicious.

And then to lick each other clean…

I shifted, my cunt growing hotter and hotter with every suckle. Every naughty slurp that reached my ears. I closed my eyes, rocking in my chair. My clit pulsed. My pregnant pussy begged to be touched. My heart beat faster and faster.

Illina sucked with hunger. She gave him a noisy blowjob. He squeezed his eyes shut. He snarled out his pleasure. That bestial lust of his. My cheeks blazed. My nipples throbbed. I played with my goblet, wanting to masturbate so badly.

“Illina,” growled Barg. “Gods damn, you’re sucking with hunger.”

“She’s still playing her game,” I said and rose. “I think I’ll retire for the night.”

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Illina

I couldn’t believe my plan didn’t work.

I nursed so hard on Barg’s cock as Illina left the common room. I sucked. Slurped. Barg’s hand gripped the back of my head. He groaned in delight. How could she refuse this amazing cock? It was the best one in the world.

My mother certainty agreed.

I shuddered. Once, my mother had sucked this dick. She’d worshiped this cock and made Barg growl and groan in pleasure. I clenched my cunt. My heart raced. This wild beat pounded through my veins. It was incredible.

I danced my tongue around his dick. I loved the taste of him. My tongue darted about his tip. If she didn’t want to love him. I would. I would give my barguest such pleasure. I sucked with all my might, my hand fisting the base of his dick.

“Gods damn, Illina!”

Those were the sounds I wanted to hear with my sucking and slurping.

“Cernere’s black cunt and Biaute’s sucking mouth!”

My pussy clenched. The rhythm of my heart sped up while tingles raced through my nervous system. My salivary ducts were producing so much spittle. I was soaking his cock while my pussy grew so juicy.

My tongue swept up the precum leaking out of his cock. That wonderful, salty treat that would have him spurting blast after blast of jizz into my mouth. It would be incredible. An absolute treat. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I nursed and nursed, giving my Barg all the pleasure that I could.

His growls and snarls were so sexy to hear. They rippled through the air. They were amazing to listen to. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs. It soaked them. I wiggled back and forth, my clit throbbing, aching.

I nursed with hunger. I sucked with all my passion on this amazing dick. I would have him howling his head off. It would be incredible. A wild rush. I wanted my Barg spurting his cum into my mouth.

Monica should be doing this. It would have been so much fun to know that she’d fucked Barg behind Sir Seriousprick’s back. A wave of annoyance shot through me that fed my sucking action. Barg growled louder.

“Illina!” he snarled. His dick throbbed and pulsed. “You are hungry tonight.”

So hungry. I nursed and sucked and loved my barguest with my mouth. My hand pumped up and down his cock. He throbbed and twitched. His chair creaked as he panted. He would explode. Such a virile amount of his jizz would fire out of his cock.

It would be incredible.

I nursed on him. I sucked on him with such hunger. I loved every moment. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. My pussy burned with the need to do naughty things to Barg. I would ride him so hard. I would have so much fun on my barguest’s cock.

His knot swelled. My hand massaged the base of his dick. I worked my fingers around his swelling dick. His cock twitched in my mouth. I knew he was moments from releasing. I squeezed around that swollen knot. I massaged it.

“Gods, yes! Illina!”

Cum fired into my mouth. That salty delight splashed into the roof of my mouth. It spilled over my salty tongue. It soaked my taste buds. I sucked it down. I gulped it with such hunger. He panted and growled. He snarled out his pleasure.

“My naughty thief!”

I stole his cum and gulped it down. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I needed to ride him next. I would straddle him and impale my cunt down on his dick. It would be incredible to do. I would have so much fun riding him. Then I would be knotted to him before all these people.

A chair drew back.

A figure sat down.

“Illina,” Sir Spoilfun said.

“She’s… busy…” Barg groaned as he fired more jizz into my mouth.

I sucked it all down. I savored every drop. I was surprised Sir Bryce was back already. I guess my plan really would have backfired. Of course, him catching his little Monica would have been so sweet, too. Especially if she were already riding him.

I quivered and then popped my mouth off Barg’s cock, his cum completely drained. I sat up and grinned at the paladin. He fixed hard, dark eyes on me. I knew the look of a guard wanting to question me about some missing jewelry.

“So, the Vault,” I said. “You were about to tell me what you knew.”

“Why did you pay those two men to fight each other.”

“To get you out of the way so I could let Monica fuck Barg,” I said without a hint of shame in my voice. “I thought she’d enjoy some time on his cock, and since you’re the possessive type, I arranged for you to be away. She wants him bad, you know. Just dripping for him. I think next time, she’ll surrender. Now, what do you know about the Black Vault.”

His eyes studied me for a long moment. Then he said, “What do you need to know?”

“That’s it?” I asked. “No threats? No declarations that your woman would never cheat on you?”

“I don’t have time for your games, Illina.” He shot his hand across the table and seized my wrist. I could have pulled back, but I didn’t. He gripped me hard. “This is serious business. We’re after the most dangerous being in the universe.”

“Yes, yes, he killed your wife and wants to kill Pater.” I waved my free hand. “That’s why I want to know about how to get in the Black Vault. Since you don’t want to pass the evening in any way that’s fun. Let’s get down to business. What did you see?”

“Your mother first had to solve a puzzle,” he said. “It rested on a plinth outside. A box in which she had to rearrange the pieces. They slid in so many directions and took on many different shapes and patterns as she worked it. She said that she had to solve the box in the right sequence. If she got it wrong, the Vault would be locked for a month and we’d have to wait.”

“What’s the solution?” I asked. I knew this from my notes, but I wanted confirmation.

“I have no idea.” He looked… embarrassed. “It was… complex. Daunting. She worked fast.”

“How many moves?”

“Seventeen.”

“You remember that but not the solution?”

He nodded.

“Okay, then what,” I said. Seventeen moves. Just like her notes described. She had studied Cernere’s works to prepare for this test. She knew how to make the entry, but it hadn’t been enough. She’d still died.

“A metal iris opened to reveal a pool of water. She had to dive under it to open the next door.” He hesitated. “That’s where she drowned. I waited and waited. She never resurfaced. I dove in after and found her body before the door. She had been working on it. I dragged her to the surface and buried her beside the Black Vault.”

“You didn’t go with her when she tried?” I asked. I hadn’t known she’d drowned. I tried not to picture her. She would have looked identical to me. Did look identical to me. Just like my daughter, if I ever had one, she would look identical to me.

“She told me she could her breath long enough.” He sighed. “I think there was something that surprised her. I didn’t see anything holding her, but her right wrist had marking on it. Bruises. I think she triggered a mechanism that seized her arm and held her down until she drowned.”

That was new. I would have to think about it. “Thank you,” I said, hoarse. I reached for my wine. “There’s nothing else?”

He shook his head, his eyes hard. Then he rose and, without a word, swept from the table. I took a deep quaff of my wine. I poured it down my throat, the too-sweet vintage normally would make me want to gag, but my taste receptors hardly noted them. The liquid poured down my throat.

“If I was there with her…” Barg said and then he took a deep drink of his own. “I’m going in the water with you, Illina.”

“You can’t hold your breath as long as me,” I muttered. My eyes widened. I knew what we needed.

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Sir Bryce Cartith

I burst into our room and found Monica seated on our bed. She looked up at me. Guilt flashed across her features. Shame. She looked down at her hands. She sat naked, her braids undone so her hair brown fell in a natural spill about her face.

I studied her, Illina’s words echoing in my mind. I’d noticed Monica’s attraction to Barg. She had a chance to betray her vow to me and didn’t. I ripped off my shirt and threw it to the floor. Monica looked up at me. Her face paled.

What did she see in my face?

I unlaced my boots and then my pants. I stripped naked before her, my cock coming out hard and rampant. She swallowed, her eyes wild. She trembled there, expecting me to do something to her. What? Did she expect me to be angry? To hit her?

“You know,” she said.

“Illina wanted to rub salt in what wounds she tried to inflict,” I said and moved to her.

She rose, bracing herself.

I seized her and pinned her against the wall. She trembled. Her eyes wide. They shone with a wet gleam. Her breasts rose and fell against my chest. Her body was so warm and hot. My hands slid down her body.

“You didn’t give in, did you?” he said. “You faced temptation and rejected it.”

“Yes,” she said. “But I wanted to. For days now. His cock…”

“Is different. That’s what humans do. Seek out new experiences. We are all at war between our selfish desires and not wanting to betray our loved ones. A battle between doing what we want and not wanting to harm those we care about.”

She stared up at me with love. The way my wife used to.

I kissed her hard. I held her tight and then guided her. I pressed her down on the bed. She squirmed beneath me, her arms sliding over my body as I thrust into her hard and fast. I buried into her cunt, felt her sink around me.

That warmth. That feminine delight. She quivered and whimpered. She kissed me with hunger. Her fingernails clawed my back. Her thighs locked around my waist. Her cunt gripped me with her tight sheath.

I pumped away hard at her. Fast. I buried into her pussy again and again. I hammered her. Reveled in being in her. She groaned, her tongue dancing with mine. She held me tight. She clawed my back. It was delicious to experience.

I thrust away into her depths. I buried hard and fast into her. It was wonderful to be held by her snatch. To feel that amazing cunt gripping me. I reveled in every thrust into her twat. Every hard plunge into her cunt.

Part of me wanted to enjoy this pussy until the end of time.

She squeezed her thighs around me. She held me tight as I thrust into her. Her cunt clenched me. My lips claimed her. Owned her. She was mine. I saved her. Protected her. She’d given herself to me body and soul.

She had a choice, faced temptation, and remained all mine. But would she always…

I broke the kiss and she gasped, “Bryce! Bryce! I love you!”

“Yes!” I groaned, staring into her eyes. I was getting lost in the past. “I know. It’s a beautiful thing. You’re a beautiful creature. Faithful. Loving! Special, Monica!”

She smiled at me. Her pussy clenched around me. I kissed her hard. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I pumped away at her with hard pumps of my hips. Plowed into her. I reveled in her fingernails scratching across my back. Her thighs gripping me.

She held me tight. Her pussy massaged me. Pleased me. She delivered such sweet satisfaction to me. Bliss like none I had felt before. I reveled in every moment of burying into her in her cunt. I would flood her with so much jizz.

She clutched to me. She gripped me. Her twat massaged me. I reveled in it. That bliss. That wonderful delight of being in her cunt. I groaned, savoring every wonderful heartbeat of being in her snatch. She clutched to me. She held me tight. It was amazing.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

Her pussy brought me closer and closer to spilling my seed into her.

My balls smacked into her taint. Her pregnant pussy squeezed around me. I reveled in that silky heat, in the blessing of fucking a cunt bred by a god. I would need her to do this. The bed creaked and groaned beneath the force of my strokes.

She broke our kiss again, gasping, moaning. “Oh, Gods, Bryce! Your cock! Oh, Gods, your cock! It’s amazing! I love you! I don’t need Barg! I don’t need any man but you! I can be strong!”

“I know you can!” I groaned. “Show me your strength. Your passion. Give it to me, Monica! Show me your love!”

“Yes!” she howled, her pussy squeezing around me. That wonderful twat increased the friction. “I’m almost there.”

I slid my hands up and down her sides, stroking her skin, fanning her ardor. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick with every plunge into her cunt. Every hard stroke into her snatch. I would fire so much jizz into her. Just spill it over and over into her.

It would be incredible.

She squeezed her cunt down around my dick. The pleasure was incredible. I reveled in it. I savored every last plunge. Every last hard stroke into her cunt. It was amazing. Just the best thing in the world for me to enjoy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, that’s incredible! That’s amazing! Bryce! Bryce!”

“My sweet Monica!”

She came.

Her pussy convulsed and writhed around me. The wonderful sensation of her flesh spasming around my dick sucked at me. Brought me to the verge of my explosion. It was incredible to enjoy. To experience.

I grunted as I buried into her hot flesh. Her juices gushed out, bathing my balls. I drew back through her writhing snatch. Her cunt sucked at me. She wanted my seed. Her fingernails clawed at my back.

“Bryce! My paladin! Give me your seed! I love it when you’re in me! Dripping out of me!”

I drove hard into the blessed heaven of her pussy. I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned, and then I erupted. I spurted blast after blast of jizz into the depths of her snatch. The pleasure burst through my body.

It hammered my mind.

Her pussy writhed and convulsed around me. She milked out my cum from my aching balls. Her breasts rubbed into my chest. She moaned and gasped beneath me. Trembling through her bliss, she clawed at my back.

“You’re mine, Monica!”

“Yours, my love!” she said, such joy in her eyes.

I kissed her again. I savored the feel of her lips on mine. Her body held me tight: arms, legs, and pussy. I fired the last of my jizz into her. The pleasure burned through me. Illina would fail in her petty game.

Monica wouldn’t let me down. She was the key to everything, and I owned her heart.

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Leywife Monica

I felt so loved beneath Bryce. He owned my heart.

I couldn’t ever betray him. Would never. I held him tight, my arms and legs and even my pussy squeezing around him. The stubble on his lips and cheeks rubbed so wonderfully masculine against me. I was so glad it was out in the open.

That he knew about it. No more sneaking around. No more lusting in the dark. It was better this way. Honest. I should have just told him my desires from the get-go and asked him to fuck me even harder. To pound me.

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, maybe you could fuck me while I’m kneeling.”

“Like a beast fucking his bitch.”

I giggled. “I could be your bitch. Mmm, I could be anything for you. I love you.”

“I know. And it’s beautiful.”

I felt so warm. My nipples throbbed and ached. I had faced my temptation and overcome it. That shifted something in me. Illina said I was strong and didn’t realize it. Maybe she was right. I certainly had defied her game.

“What are you going to do about Illina?” I asked. “I don’t think she’s going to give up too easily on this little plan.”

“Nothing.” He kissed my nose then my lips. “What do I have to worry about?” He chuckled. “Besides, it will only frustrate her even more when you don’t surrender to fucking Barg the way she wants.”

I giggled. “She won’t appreciate that. I have a feeling she isn’t used to being denied the things she craves.”

“Definitely not,” he said. “The soul of a thief. That selfishness outweighs her love for others. Even for strangers. She has it all focused on Barg. If she didn’t care for him, I would say she had no heart at all.”

“What will happen after she steals what you need from the vault?”

“The Ambrosia,” he said, voicing it aloud. “The original one brewed by Las, not the lesser version that is found in the Astral Realm. After we have it, why, we’ll part company. We won’t need her. All I’ll need is you and your power. Once we have the artifact, we’ll be back on his trail. I know where he’s gone. Where we need to go.”

“Which is?”

“The Black Spire.”

I gasped in shock.

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Stefan Halian – North of Raratha, Kingdom of Valya

I had been pushing to reach Raratha before sunset, but that wasn’t going to happen. We would be arriving at the free city well past midnight at this rate. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going, to push on.

Verdik ghosted before us. The goblin shade was almost crawling before us, scampering across the ground like a bloodhound searching for the man who wanted to kill Pater. Who murdered my mother. We had to find him, rescue the leywife carrying my half-sibling, and put an end to this. We had to be getting closer.

We came across a break in the highway where another road, almost as broad, broke off and headed almost due north. A cross sign there bore names on it, villages marked with distances. The largest was the Ten-It Forest. It lay in the center of Valya. The highway we traveled south on had gone around it and now head southeast for Raratha.

Verdik paced around the branch. For the first time, he looked confused, like a hound who couldn’t tell two different scents apart. He moved in circles, inhaling, his shadowy body twitching. Then he let out a loud snarl.

“Doesn’t make sense!” he shook his head and fixed white eyes on me. They glowed with a ferocity. “There are two of the bastards. TWO!”

“What?” I gasped.

Ahlona shifted behind me as she dismounted. She landed lightly, her naked breasts swaying. She wore only her golden chastity belt. Her angelic wings folded around her to cloak her breasts as she walked forward.

“How are there two of him, Verdik?” she asked, speaking softly.

“TWO!” The shade scratched at the ground like he could dig through it. He then beat at it and howled. “TWO! TWO! TWO OF THE BASTARDS!”

“Verdik!” I snarled and sent a jolt of life magic at him. I controlled his soul. It was magic that should have been beyond my skill.

The goblin snapped his head to me. He snarled and raised spindly arms. They blurred with darkness as he pounded to the ground. “Two! He split himself and went in both directions. That beast!”

“Two directions…” I glanced at the road leading to Raratha and then the highway heading to the Ten-It forest. “You mean he passed here twice. Once going south, the other taking this branch north.”

The goblin shade hesitated. Then he cackled. He jumped onto his legs and did a capering dance, spinning around. Clawed hands reached skyward. He stamped his feet and then thrust his fingers north down the Ten-It Highway. “YES! He went NORTH!”

The goblin scampered that way now.

I glanced at Ahlona. “He must have spent no more than a day or two in the city? Now, why would he go to the Ten-It Forest?”

“I have no idea,” said Ahlona. “Nothing about his actions are clear to me. He is cloaked by powerful magics blocking Slata’s attempts to pierce them.”

I shook my head. “How can that even be? How can a Goddess not slash through his protections?”

“There are artifacts. Things made by the gods. Perhaps he has one of them or…” Ahlona hesitated. “If he has the backing of a god.”

A chill ran through me. “Who would want to see Pater killed? Who is his rival? Las?”

“The God of Lust has many rampant desires. He might wish to be able to descend to the earth at whim to fuck any mortal he liked.” Only Pater could now manifest at will. And maybe Matar, the hermaphroditic Goddess who was as old as Pater. “Perhaps another.”

“Who? Krab? Luben?” I snorted at that. “Not even Gewin has any conflict with Pater.”

“He does lust after Slata,” said Ahlona.

“And? Hasn’t she fucked half the male gods? Pater never struck me as jealous.”

“No, only Slata is. Was.” Ahlona sighed. “We’ll no more when we catch up with him. We must be gaining. He can’t suspect there is any pursuit. His magics are strong, but you are Pater’s son. A hero. The world has need of you, and I am confident you shall rise to it.”

I smiled at my lover and held out my arm to her. I pulled her up behind me. She hugged me with arms and wings, holding tight to me. Her head rested on my shoulder. I heeled my horse north, ready to put an end to this evil bastard once and for all.

I felt my mother’s amulet against my chest beneath my robe. Soon, Mother, I whispered to her spirit. Soon.

To be continued…

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