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Leywife Monica – Ten-It Forest

Two days after leaving the Trades, the Ten-It forest began to thin. We were being escorted across the woods by the elves as a favor to one of their race, Xerathalasia, who was impressed by Illina. “She reminds me of my wife,” the sultry elf had said, “so I convinced my sisters to lead you directly west to save you a few days.”

Illina had grinned throughout that first day of travel, smirking as a small group of elves had led us west through their woods. We had crossed the Roytin on boats made of woven branches and shaped like bowls late the day before. Some of the strain on Bryce’s shoulders had melted. He didn’t like the detour, but Illina had the supplies to break into Cernere’s Vault. Now we were heading west to Lake Tur where it lay.

The woods thinned more and more as I rode forward on my mount, the elven scouts padding along beside us naked, their bodies painted with swirls of dark greens, browns, and blacks to help them fade into the foliage. They were all smiles, one talking with Illina.

Then a field appeared. Open land.

“Good travels,” Xurinalilarimi said, a bright smile on her lips. Her long and delicate ears twitched. “May your quest be swift and successful.”

“Mmm, and may you get all the pussy you can enjoy when you’re in heat,” Illina said, winking down at the elf.

“Pity yours is leaving us, Illina,” Shaniivairai said. She had a cock. It dangled soft between her thighs right now. “If you want, we can say goodbye in a more leisurely fashion.”

“He’d glower the entire time and ruin the fun.” The thief jammed her thumb at my husband and knight.

Bryce didn’t say a word.

“Pity,” said Shaniivairai.

“Right?” Xurinalilarimi said. “I’m about to go into heat, and four sexy beauties are leaving. I could have fucked you all.”

A ripple of heat washed through me. I hadn’t enjoyed a single elf. The idea of being with their feminine bodies and hard cocks sent waves of heat through me. But I was married to Bryce now. I would be faithful to him. Alloria was an exception brought on by her devious magic interacting with Bryce’s prayer.

Neither could control their lust for the other.

“Once we’re victorious, we’ll come back,” said Illina. “Have a vacation. Then you can bring on every elf with a cock. I’ll take you all on. Just give my Barg some pussy, and we’ll be set.”

“He’s definitely fun to fuck,” Xurinalilarimi said, blowing Barg a kiss.

“It was a jolly good time last night,” Barg said, sitting on his horse with a refined posture and not the slouch like his partner.

“Sun is sinking,” Bryce said and heeled his warhorse.

“Thank you,” I called to the elves and matched pace with him, riding at his side as we came out on the field.

I wasn’t sure where exactly in the Kingdom of Valya we were other than the western side of the Ten-It forest. We had to keep going nearly due west, cross the Blath Hills and then find a boat out to the island in the center of Lake Tur where Cernere had built her Black Vault. We might have to go to the city of Sher-Vex for that which lay on the far side of the lake.

We soon reached a road and took it west, hoping to find our way to the highway to Sher-Vex. We had a few hours of daylight left and Bryce clearly was eager to use them all. Once we had the Ambrosia, we could head to the Black Spire and foil the Lawbreaker’s plans. I hoped this delay wouldn’t cost us time in stopping him.

“What if we’re not in time?” I asked Bryce.

“Time?” Bryce asked.

“To stop the Lawbreaker?” I asked. “I mean, we had the detour. We have to break into the Vault. What if he gets what he needs from the Black Spire before we can arrive. Then what?”

“He’ll have to find a way to use it to kill Pater,” said Bryce. “We still have time to foil him. If we aren’t there before him, then we’ll pick up his trail from there and ride him down.”

“Still.” I squirmed. “It’s taking a chance, isn’t it?”

“Everything is a chance,” he said and then looked back at the forest. “We might have lost a few days, but it may still be recoverable.”

I turned to see what he might be staring at. The forest was a green blur on the horizon now. The rest of the party rode behind us, Stefan and Ahlona sharing his mount, Illina slouched on her horse, looking in a daze, Barg riding alert, Alloria yawning.

Was Bryce looking at her?

Bryce turned away and then said, “Do you regret not having sex with an elf.”

His words rippled shock through me. Lust and then embarrassed shame at the desire brimming in me. “Not… regret,” I answered with care. “Not precisely.”

“You wish you had?”

I swallowed. “Is that wrong? It’s only a desire. I won’t act on it.”

“I know.” He reached out his hand. He didn’t ride with his gauntlets on. I took it, and a shiver of heat rushed through me. “I trust you.”

I smiled at him. I could control myself. It was hard. Those elves were sexy, whether they had cocks or not.

“We’re married,” he continued, “but it’s different, isn’t it? Having Alloria in our life is making me think about…things?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Think? On what?”

“Monogamy.” He looked ahead. “We didn’t marry with Luben’s rites.”

“No, with Lagu’s,” I said, remembering how naughty our vows were. I don’t think the God of Love required couples to be in the midst of making love when they spoke them.

“And with Alloria in our relationship, it is not like monogamy is something we can even have. It hasn’t… ruined things between us, has it?”

“Of course it hasn’t,” I said, squeezing his hand. I smiled at him.

“So if you want to have sex with Stefan it’s—”

“Or Barg?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He gave me a look, eyes studying. “Or Barg,” he said after a moment. “If you wish.”

My cheeks burned. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He squeezed my hand. “I love you, Monica. I trust you.”

This giddy, hot wave of lust shot through me. A molten desire that burst between my thighs. This change was amazing. I had come so close to giving in to my temptation for Barg. Illina almost had me convinced to enjoy him.

Now I didn’t have to hide it. My thoughts blazed as we rode. I squirmed in my saddle, so eager to reach camp. My pregnant pussy needed satisfaction. I rubbed at my belly through my clothing, the feverish heat spreading and spreading.

“I love you, Bryce,” I purred.

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Sir Bryce – Blath Hills, The Kingdom of Valya

The sun had set an hour ago. The coals of the campfire spread a ruddy light that illuminated Monica leading Barg and Illina to their tent. I watched my wife slip inside. She was eager to enjoy the barguest’s monstrous cock.

I had seen her lust as we traveled. It was admirable that she had controlled herself. Most women couldn’t. Monica had impressed me far, far more than I thought she could when I first met her in the midst of the carnage at her temple.

Alloria stood at the entrance to the tent we shared with Monica. The Valyan noblewoman unwrapped her toga, exposing more and more of her body. That busty form my body burned for. I needed to fuck her. Pound her. I wanted to be in her all the time, and now the ardor was blazing hot in me.

She vanished into the tent, the last glimpse of her that curving rump. I was about to stand when Stefan sat down beside me. He glanced at me. His face was serious. His brown hair was growing a little wild, needing to be trimmed. He had a goatee he stroked as he fixed his green eyes on the Illina’s tent.

“I didn’t think that would happen tonight,” said Stefan. “I got the impression from Monica that you and her had spoken the Lubenites vows in marriage. Monogamy. Excluding, of course, Alloria and the warped magics that have snarled around the pair of you.”

I grunted. “That was a surprise. The woman’s pussy is glorious and poisonous all at the same time.”

“I’ve stayed well clear,” Stefan said. “Still… You don’t look angry at Monica.”

“I have been… expanding my idea of marriage.” I glanced at him. “Don’t be surprised when Monica comes to you. I won’t be mad. She was raised in Pater’s faith. She always shared her passion freely.”

“But not you.” Stefan shifted. “Did you ever share your wife?”

“Never.” Pain rippled around the edges of my heart.

“She was killed by the same man who killed my mother?”

Agony now tore at it. I stared at the fire, battering down the pain. I tried to keep it out of my answer, but growled out, “Yes.”

Fury rippled through my body. He would pay. That day came closer and closer with every passing hour. Every raging beat of my heart.

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Stefan Halian

I studied Sir Bryce. The bare-chested paladin, the Lubenite amulet swaying around his neck, shook with emotion. Rage. His arms bulged as he gripped his knees. This man was old enough to be my father and could easily best me in any contest of physical might.

“Why did he kill my mother?” I asked, the pain rippling through me. I pulled out my mother’s rainbow amulet from beneath my robes and held it in my hand.

“Because she slept with Pater,” the paladin answered, the rage still thick in his voice. “Your mother’s killer hates Pater.”

“What a terrible reason to kill anyone,” I muttered, staring at the amulet. “She sent me to Esh-Esh to become a mage, but I was never really good at it.” I snorted. “I never really tried to be good at it. I thought she was trying to get rid of me as a kid. I think I resented that.”

“She wanted you to learn a trade,” Bryce muttered. “Wanted you to become a man.”

“I know that now. And then when she died, I was in another country. Days travel away. I always imagined that if I was there, I could have helped her. Protect her. But she sent me away where I couldn’t do anything. It made me resent my schooling as a mage even more. I think it held me back. I convinced myself that I wasn’t good, that I was wasting my time. More and more, I’m realizing that I hated myself for being away from her.”

“You would be dead with her if you had been there,” he said with a certainty that spoke truth.

“Yeah, I had been just a boy, but… I guess we’ll never know if I could have done something to have changed things. Anything.”

“You’re doing something now.”

I snorted. “Too late.”

“Sometimes you can only avenge. There’s no shame in failing because you were too weak to act. Now you have the strength. Now you are a man. You are walking this path because you care about her.”

“Like you do for your wife?”

Sir Bryce gave a slow nod, hands rubbing at his knees through his thick pants.

The strength of his emotions struck me. “You loved her a lot.”

“She was my everything.” He grabbed the amulet. It seemed almost reflexive like he didn’t know he was doing it. “When I rode into danger, it was her that I thought of. While if ought monsters, I had no fear because I knew she was safe, waiting for me. My succor.” His voice grew thicker, his gaze more and more distant. “I had just slain an ogre and its get. Two women were dead from the violence of birthing the two cubs. I was hurt. Battered. I just wanted to get to her and then…”

Liquid brimmed in his eyes. His hand balled about the amulet.

“She was dead?” I asked even though I knew the answer.

He straightened. “Gone from me forever.”

“Why did he kill her?” I asked. “Your wife?”

“Hatred. He hates. It’s deep in him. A vile thing.”

“But why hate her?” I pressed.

The man gained his feet and marched around the fire to his tent where Lady Alloria had vanished. “If my new wife comes to you, she has my blessing, Stefan. Monica’s young, and I have Alloria.”

I nodded as I watched him. He threw aside the flaps to the tent and vanished inside. I stared down at the amulet. Revenge was all I had. I couldn’t have stopped the Lawbreaker as a boy. It wasn’t my fault she was dead. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t there. I wouldn’t have been able to stop it. I had known all of this before and yet now…

Now I believed it.

Tears stung my eyes. I closed them and thought of my mother. Always smiling. Always so kind and caring. She didn’t deserve to die. I would avenge her. I would punish the Lawbreaker for denying the world my mother’s beauty.

Someone set beside me. A feminine musk filled my nose. Familiar. Ahlona rested her head on my shoulder a moment later, her arm going around my waist. I slipped mine around hers and opened my eyes.

“We’re going to avenge her, Ahlona,” I whispered.

Her hand covered mine clutching the amulet. “We are.”

I glanced at Sr. Bryce’s tent. “I never knew my father. My mother never married. I never had a human step-father, but if I had… would he have been like Bryce?”

“I can’t say, but his words have affected you. I think a father’s supposed to do that. Yes? Give advice to his sons?”

“I’m not really sure. I suppose so.” I smiled. “We’re the only ones not having sex.”

“Mmm,” purred my angel. “Monica’s getting naughty in the tent with Barg and Illina. What shall we do?”

“I have a few ideas,” I said.

Ahlona sank down to kneel before me, her wings spreading wide. Her halo shone brighter than the coals behind her, spilling golden light across my blue robe. Her hands grabbed the ties of my belt and undid them. She threw them open, unveiling my body.

From Illina’s tent, Monica’s moans grew louder and louder, mixed with the thief’s own panting. They were making love in there with passion. Then from Bryce’s, Alloria let out a gasp of shuddering excitement.

“Your poor cock is so hard,” Ahlona said. She leaned her head down and placed a kiss right on the crown. “He’s suffering so much. Barg and Bryce are getting their dicks wet, but yours is so dry.”

“So dry,” I groaned in agreement.

She kissed my cock again. Then her tongue licked across the tip. I groaned, closing my eyes as she bathed me with her warm saliva. My angelic half sister caressed me, teased me. The pleasure flowed down my cock to my balls.

I groaned, adding my own passion to the sounds coming from the two tents. My chest rose and fell, my open robe swaying around my body. My balls twitched as her tongue stroked over my spongy crown.

Then she brushed the slit. Her tongue slid over it, teasing me.

“Ahlona,” I groaned, opening my eyes and staring down at her.

She winked at me.

I shuddered at the warmth of her tongue’s movement. A hot shiver ran through me as her tongue caressed my slit. She gathered up the bead of precum that had formed there. Immediately, another one appeared.

So she sucked that one into her mouth.

Her mouth nuzzled into my cock’s tip as she kept sucking. Wings flapping, my angel slid her lips further and further over the crown of my cock. She engulfed the crown. A heady rush of bliss swept through me as she sucked on me. My balls tightened. My chest rose and fell.

This heat built in my balls. My hands clenched to the fallen log I sat on. I panted as the wicked angel worked her mouth up and down my cock. Her red hair rustled about her beautiful face. I slid my fingers through her curls.

“Ahlona, you never cease to amaze me,” I panted, my balls tightening.

She sucked harder. My dick throbbed in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down my shaft, loving me with passion. Her hand cupped my balls. She kneaded them as she soaked my dick in saliva. My jizz boiled in them, ready to rush out of me.

My angelic sister’s eyes stared up at me with such brilliance in their diamond clarity. Her cheeks hollowed. Her white-feathered wings fluttered as she bobbed her mouth. She worked up and down my cock, sucking the entire time.

My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest. This amazing pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, heart pounding as she sucked and nursed and loved my cock. The pleasure built and built with her every suckle.

“I’m going to cum, Ahlona,” I panted. “Gods damn, you’re hungry for it tonight.”

She winked at me and sucked hard, her fingers coaxing at my balls. The pressure rose to the tip. As the moans gasped from both tents, women getting fucked hard, I threw back my head and growled out into the night.

My cum fired into Ahlona’s mouth.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz pumped into her mouth. She gulped it down with hunger. She swallowed every drop of my spunk. My heart pounded hot blood through my veins. It screamed through them, leaving me dizzy.

She sucked out all my spunk. She drank it down with such hunger. Her eyes sparkled up at me as my orgasms hit that peak. I hovered there for a wonderful second. Then I descended into panting bliss. My chest rose and fell.

Ahlona slid her mouth off my cock. Without a word, she turned and sauntered to our tent, her naked ass painted by the ruddy light of the dying coals. I grinned, rose, and followed after her.

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Barg

The moment the women were naked, Monica was on Illina. The Secaren woman’s twin braids of brown hair draped over my thief’s thighs. Illina was stretched out on her back, legs spread wide to give Monica access.

The leywife went for it. She thrust her rump into the air at me as she feasted on Illina’s twat. I breathed in, smelling the sweet musk of Monica’s pregnant pussy. The scent filled my nostrils and set fires to my veins. My cock throbbed hard.

“Human or beast?” I asked Monica.

“Beast,” she moaned into Illina’s pussy, wiggling her hips. “My husband says I can enjoy myself.”
“Mmm, it’s time to give her a real cock and not what Sir Limpdick is packing.”

“I can assure you my husband’s dick is not limp.” Monica shivered. “It’s magnificent, as you well know, Illina. You came hard on him when he collared you.”

“Fine, fine, I won’t imply that your husband has a small cock or that he can’t get it hard for you or that he leaves you unsatisfied,” Illina said. “I won’t do that at all.”

“Illina,” I growled in warning as I finished stripping naked. “If you want to play with Monica, insulting Bryce won’t get you far.”

“That’s right,” Monica said. “I don’t have to lick your pussy to enjoy Barg’s cock.”

“Yes, you do,” Illina moaned and grabbed the top of the leywife’s head, forcing Monica down to resume her cunnilingus. “Mmm, just like that. Cernere’s black cunt, that’s what I need.”

My body flowed as I changed forms; bones melted and shifted, my flesh reforming into a new shape as I took on my bestial form. Something similar to a hound. My mouth grew into a muzzle, my tongue long, my body compact muscles.

With a growl, I buried my snout into Monica’s pregnant, shaved pussy. She groaned as my thick tongue licked up her pussy lips, caressing every fold of her twat at once. Her juices soaked my tongue, a heady rush of delight.

“That is a jolly good delight,” I said, the words coming out a little strange through my muzzle. “I must say, Monica, this is a ravenous treat to have you in our tent.”

“I know,” groaned Monica. “I just need this.”

I pressed my nuzzle back into her pussy. I breathed in her sweet musk while my tongue licked and lapped at her cunt. I dragged my tongue across her folds, loving how she moaned and shuddered. I felt her petals and her clit beneath, savoring the texture.

I flicked up her snatch over and over again. My tongue parted her folds. She whimpered, her hips wiggling. Illina moaned out her own pleasure, her salty musk filling the air, mixing with the feminine delight coming from Monica’s delicious twat.

Pregnant pussy…

“Jolly good treat,” I growled and licked harder.

“Pater’s cock!” Monica moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching.

“You would know,” groaned Illina. “Oh, yes, yes, you would know. Mmm, just get that tongue in me. Lick my cunt. I’m going to cum so hard on your mouth. Ooh, pretty leywife, I’m going to drown you.”

“Yum,” Monica purred.

“Indeed,” I growled and licked her pregnant twat again.

My tongue parted her folds. In my bestial form, my tongue couldn’t thrust in and out of my mouth like it could in my human flesh. But stroking across her entire pussy and licking up over her taint was quite the stimulation. I licked faster and faster, caressing her with my wet tongue.

She moaned. Groaned. Her butt-cheeks wiggled. I loved the sounds she made, my cock so hard, dangling down between my body. My tail wagged with my excitement as I feasted on this yummy pussy before me. My tongue flicked up and went further.

I brushed her asshole.

“Barg!” groaned Monica.

“I know,” Illina purred. “Ooh, I know. Gods, he’s amazing. You better not hold out for our guest Barg. Really make her cum!”

“I shall endeavor to do my utmost to make her scream her head off,” I said and licked again.

“He is!” Monica wiggled her hips. “Ooh, he touches so much with his tongue. He just strokes every bit of me, doesn’t he?”

“He’s rather remarkable that way,” groaned Illina. “Yes, yes, and get your tongue into my cunt. Cernere’s nimble fingers, Monica.”

My tongue dragged from cunt to asshole over and over, loving the sweet juices and sour tang. My tail wagged faster, the ache building and building at the tip of my cock. My dick swayed beneath me. A throb that would have me exploding. I would cum so hard. Just jet out so much spunk. It would be amazing to experience.

My cock twitched and throbbed as I feasted on this delicious quim before me. My tongue plundered Monica’s hot pussy. I stroked up her pregnant flesh to her asshole again and again. Her moans grew and grew.

Illina’s did, too. “Gods! That’s great. Suck my clit! Ooh, those fingers! Monica! Yes, yes!”

“Barg!” Monica moaned. “Oh, Barg, that tongue! That tongue is amazing. Just… Just… Pater’s huge cock, yes!”

Her pussy juices gushed out.

The sweet taste of her pregnant passion soaked my muzzle. I groaned, licking and lapping up the flood of her rapture. I savored it. The heat swirled through me. My dick throbbed and ached. A wild rush swept through me. My tongue never stopped licking or lapping. I feasted on her with hunger. I devoured the juices gushing out of her snatch.

“Barg! Barg!” gasped Monica.

“Ooh, she’s cumming hard!” Illina moaned. “Drink those juices.”

“He is!”

I licked. Lapped. I drank them gushing out of her. I pressed my bestial muzzle into her pussy and let her passion wash over my snout. Her cream dripped from my hairless jaw. It ran down to my neck. She bathed me while my cock grew harder and harder.

“I must ravish you now, Monica!” I growled. “I can’t wait.”

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Leywife Monica

“Yes!” I moaned as I rode through my orgasm. “Mount me!”

My object of lust since Raratha lapped onto my back. I shuddered as I felt his weight on me. His forelegs gripped my hips. His tongue had felt amazing on me. I could feel him caressing every inch of my pussy when he licked. He’d also soaked my asshole.

Now I needed him in my cunt. My pregnant depths needed to be penetrated. I pumped two fingers in and out of Illina’s salty pussy while my tongue fluttered against her clit as I waited. Barg panted. Drops of hot saliva rained on my back.

His cock touched my pussy.

The first male dick I’d enjoyed that wasn’t Bryce’s since he rescued me. I closed my eyes, needing this so much. Monogamy was so hard. I loved him, I did. I would endure for him, but now… Now I didn’t have to. This joy shot through me.

Barg thrust hard.

He rammed his cock into me. I groaned into Illina’s clit as his cock buried into me. It felt different than a human’s. My first monster cock. I squeezed my cunt around him as his balls smacked into my clit.

“What a jolly good pussy to feel about my dick,” panted Barg. “You are to be commended for the delights of your twat.”

“She’s got one good enough for a God,” moaned Illina, her body trembling, her small breasts jiggling.

I shuddered as Barg drew back. My cunt clenched down on his cock, savoring the friction. Barg buried to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smacked into my clit. The pleasure burst through my body. A wave of heat that surged through my flesh. I moaned and sucked on Illina’s bud.

She gasped and bucked. Her pussy went wild around my fingers while her monstrous lover fucked my pussy. I licked up Illina’s salty juices as the thief bucked and moaned. My tongue darted around my digits buried in her convulsing quim.

“Oh, Barg, yes!” she gasped. “She made me cum! Cernere’s black cunt! Don’t stop, Monica! Keep making me cum!”

“Gladly!” I moaned, squeezing my pregnant pussy around the cock plunging deep and hard into my cunt.

He fucked me with powerful strokes. He slammed his dick to the core of my twat. I groaned at the pace of his strokes. So fast. He held nothing back but hammered my cunt right from the start. Unrestrained passion. My pussy drank in the friction, my orgasm building and building.

I moaned as I pumped my fingers in and out of Illina’s convulsing twat. I fluttered my tongue against her clit as she bucked. Her hands rubbed at her tits. She squeezed them. Her moans burst from her throat.

“Pater’s cock,” I whimpered. “Oh, Barg! Your dick is amazing!”

“It gets even better!” Illina promised. “Ooh, get back to licking my clit!”

“Your pussy is a great pleasure to enjoy,” panted Barg, his words growling from his muzzle. “Such a jolly delight. I am honored to partake of your pregnant passion.”

“Mmm,” I moaned and fluttered my tongue on Illina’s bud.

I struck her little clit, caressing it over and over with the end of my tongue. Illina bucked and gasped, shuddering through her climax. Her passion echoed through the room. She cried it out over and over again. It was such a delight to hear. Such a wondrous passion. I was so glad to hear her rapture. To keep her cumming. Her pussy writhed around my digits thrusting into her.

But not as hard nor as fast as Barg’s cock fucked me. The monster rammed his dick into me. His balls smacked into my pussy lips and clit on every stroke. I whimpered, my pregnant cunt squeezing around him. The pleasure built and built faster and faster.

I was hurtling towards my climax on this thrusting cock.

“Barg!” I moaned. “Pater’s cock. I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, make her cum then knot her!” Illina moaned, bucking on the bed, her pussy writhing around my fingers.

I sucked on her clit, wanting that so badly. I squeezed my cunt around his pistoning cock, aching for that pleasure. My orgasm surged nearer and nearer. I nursed on Illina’s bud, my eyes squeezing shut. Barg slammed into me.

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure burst through me.

I squealed around Illina’s bud. Waves of rapture sloshed through my body. I trembled, my cunt going wild. My pussy convulsed around that wonderful dick. The pleasure surged through me. It was amazing to experience. A rush to enjoy this delight surging through my body. I shuddered, stars bursting across my eyes.

“Oh, my, what a delight,” he panted. “Leywife Monica, your pussy is a heaven. A treasure trove of delight. I am feeling it happen.”

My pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock. He rammed it into me again and again. As he did, I felt his knot swelling. Suddenly, the engorged base couldn’t ram into my pussy. It smacked into my cuntlips, my twat writhing around the rest of his shaft.

“Gods!” I gasped, my head snapping up from Illina’s clit.

“Knot her!” the cumming thief moaned, her pussy still climaxing around my fingers. She sat up on her elbows, staring into my eyes. “Ram into her and tie her!”

“Yes!” I moaned as Barg slammed back into me.

His thrusts were powerful. His knot hammered into my pussy lips. They spread apart a little more each time. Pleasure burst through me, another tsunami of ecstasy sent sweeping through my body to drown my mind. I swayed, stars twinkling before my vision.

With a howl, the barguest plunged his monstrous cock with such force into my cunt. His knot hit my labia. My pussy lips stretched and stretched, welcoming him into my pregnant depths. He popped into my snatch.

Erupted.

“Gods!” howled Barg as his hot cum jetted into my twat.

I gasped, my orgasm intensifying. My body bucked, round tits swaying beneath me. My cunt writhed and spasmed around his erupting cock. I milked him. I worked out every drop of his cum, just so hungry for him to spurt it all into my pussy. I groaned, trembling as he pumped load after load of jizz into my snatch.

“Barg! Barg!” I howled, my pussy going wild. My cunt convulsed. Spasmed. Milked his dick dry.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he gasped.

“Oh, it’s the best, isn’t it?” squealed Illina. She sat up and pulled her pussy off my fingers. She cupped my face and kissed me.

I groaned as her tongue plundered me. Barg’s cock fired the last of his cum in me. I felt him tied to me, still hard inside of me as I kissed his lover. My body trembled as my orgasm died to a wonderful buzz.

I was so glad I did that. I got to experience that amazing bliss. A rush swept through me as my tongue played with Illina’s. Her fingers stroked my face. I breathed in the musk of our lovemaking while Barg panted above me.

“Yes, yes, you were a magnificent lover,” Barg said. “A jolly delight for me to enjoy. I am very honored to have you.”

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Illina

I broke the kiss with Monica and rose up to grab Barg’s muzzle. Pussy juices coated his midnight-black flesh. His dark eyes focused on me.

“You finally got to watch her fuck me,” he said.

I did, but… “Only because he gave her permission.” I pouted. “It’s not nearly as much fun this way.”

“You are never happy,” Barg said. Something like a smile crossed his muzzle.

“Nope.” I grinned at him. “But you keep trying.”

I loved him. My Barg. I planted my mouth right on his muzzle, kissing his monstrous snout and tasting those sweet pussy juices on him. His tongue licked out, caressing my mouth and nose. I groaned, closing my eyes.

I was so glad I had him. My partner. We would soon be at the Vault. We had everything we needed. I hoped. It would be dangerous. There would be traps inside the Vault that we couldn’t anticipate. But Barg would be at my side.

I would be the greatest thief ever. Better than my mother. And better than that annoying Minx. Her wife might be a sexy elf, but I had a hot barguest. So I was edging her out in every way. I would do the impossible.

I would steal from the Goddess of Thieves herself.

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Shores of Lake Tur, the Kingdom of Valya

After leaving the Ten-It forest, it took another four days travel to reach Lake Tur. And even then, we had to find a boat. Sure there were fishing villages aplenty, but none of the locals would go near the island.

“That’s Cernere’s lair,” they would say. “You sail out there, and she’ll steal your catch,” or, “You want to risk the Goddess of Crime’s anger? No thanks, I want to keep all I own.”

“We’ll find a daring man in Sher-Vex,” Bryce would say, unperturbed. He had been out there once. This wasn’t his first time trying to get the Ambrosia. He had tried with Illina’s mother about a decade or so ago.

“What is the hurry?” I asked him as we rode from the fifth village we’d come across as we made our way along the north side of the lake to Sher-Vex. “You waited a decade. Why is it so important to get into the Vault now.”

“The Lawbreaker’s making his move. Monica’s pregnancy has created the window for him.”

I blinked at that. I glanced at her riding beside Illina, the pair talking. Monica hadn’t been to anyone else’s tent since the night we left the woods, but I had a feeling she wanted another romp with the Barguest.

“He tried to kill her, yes?” I asked. “With the goblins.

“And he’ll try again.”

I studied the paladin. “Are you using her as bait.”

He glanced at me. “I am guarding her. Protecting her. He will try to stop us. He will need her dead at one point.”

“That’s why you’re not worried about being too late. You already have the ultimate prize the Lawbreaker needs to kill Pater.”

Bryce gave a slow nod.

“So it’s all about denying him what he needs and killing him when he makes his move?”

“I knew the day would come,” said Bryce. “I knew I would need the Ambrosia. I tried to get it early, but Illina’s mother underestimated the risk. Hopefully, she won’t.”

“That flighty bitch doesn’t take anything seriously,” I muttered.

“Oh, she does,” he said. “When it counts.”

I glanced behind her to see Monica now riding beside Stefan. She was leaning over, talking with him, a bright smile on her face. He was a handsome man. The son of Pater. A demigod. A shiver ran through me. I wanted to fuck him so badly. To find out if my enchantment worked. I had to know if Bryce’s spell had ruined my pussy’s magic.

Or if it just didn’t work on hermaphrodites.

“We’ll find a boat in Sher-Vex,” said Bryce. “Then we shall travel to the Dead Isle.”

A shiver ran through me. “I don’t want to go there.”

“I don’t want to take you,” he answered, “but it is a place of fates, you know that. Where the Norns dwell.”

A shudder ran through me. “They’re not legends?”

“They weave the fates of all. It’s a place where things can be changed. Like our fates. We can be severed of each other.” His eyes flicked up and down my body. “Though you are a ravenous creature to fuck.”

“Gods, tell me about it,” I groaned. “If you weren’t in all that armor, I would mount you right now and fuck you on your horse. I’m getting wet. How much longer to Sher-Vex?”

“A few hours,” he said.

“Let’s ride faster,” I moaned. An idea sparked in my head. A way to ensure that we could get a boat to take us out there. After I fucked Bryce into a coma, of course. I think I would have him all to myself tonight based on the way Monica was riding by Stefan.

She would make her move on the mage.

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Stefan Halian – Sher-Vex, The Kingdom of Valya

A hard ache suffused my nethers as we rode into the port city of Sher-Vex. It wasn’t as big as Esh-Esh, but it still occupied a sweep of the north shore of the lake. Boats were coming into the docks as we rode the hill down towards the town. It had a wooden palisade around it with large gaps to let parts of the city erupt past it and swell, especially along the lakeshore.

This part of Valya had been peaceful for several hundred years, if not longer.

The great lake gleamed, stretching to a haze. I peered out at it, struggling to see the island where the Vault lay but could make out nothing amid the sparkling surface. I had to look away, the brilliance of the setting sun spilling across its surface left spots of blue burned into my vision.

“Excited?” Ahlona asked, hugging me tight. “She’s a beauty. Our divine father slept with her. Impregnated her. And now you’ll get to slide your cock into her pussy, too.”

“I’m more than a little excited,” I said, this strange heat rushing through me. She carried our half-sibling in her womb. Another demigod or goddess.

“Mmm, I want to lick all your cum out of her pussy,” Ahlona moaned. “I want to feast on your spunk bubbling out of her bred twat. It’s making me so wet. Our father made love to her. And now so shall you.”

“Us,” I said, my dick swollen as I glanced at Monica. She rode beside Bryce now. As if she felt my gaze, she turned around and flashed me an eager smile. Then she leaned over and said something to her husband, resting a hand on his vambrace.

Was he truly okay with this? She hadn’t been with Barg since that one night, and from the way she’d screamed her head off, it was a little surprising she hadn’t had another romp with him. She had thoroughly enjoyed herself, but she had spent the last few nights with her husband and Alloria.

She looked back at me, too. The Valyan beauty had a ripe invitation in her face, her toga wrapped around her bountiful curves. A new heat rippled through my cock, but I had been warned about her pussy. I didn’t want to end up enslaved by lust to her.

I doubt I would be lucky like Bryce and only trapped in a feedback loop of competing magics.

Ahlona whispered in my ear with naughty ideas as we rode into the town. Valyan women moved with grace in their togas, cut in a subtle way that was different from the ones Illina and Alloria wore. A slightly different style. Their skin was a darker shade of blue, too. A more azure hue than on any Valyan I’d seen. The men were even bluer, wearing vests and pantaloon-types pants, often going barefoot on the cobblestone streets.

They cleared a path, our party drawing notice. A knight, mage, priestess, angel, and a barguest drew attention. Ahlona kept pressed tight against me, now pointing out particular Valyan beauties. She would nuzzle in my ear and coo, “Mmm, look at those breasts. Aren’t they magnificent?” or, “she has a great ass, imagining fucking it while she eats me out.”

“You are a bad, bad angel,” I said.

She giggled. “You inspire me.”

“So what are you implying about me?”

She shot her hands down and rubbed at my cock through my robes. “That you are the son of Pater, and have his appetites. And I love feeding them.”

“I love you,” I found myself saying.

She let out a gushy awe and hugged me tighter. “I love you, too. I’m glad that I get to be your companion and not just your watcher.”

I had forgiven her for that, but it still made my skin crawl thinking that a demigoddess had spied on me all my life waiting for the order to do something to me. To kill me. Attack me. Harm me. Now Slata had a change of heart. Or, at least, loved her husband enough to turn to one of his bastards for help.

We reached our inn, a place merchants stayed and not a seedy lakeside tavern with a few rooms. We quickly had our mounts stabled, rooms purchased, and gear stowed. As much as I wanted to make love to Monica, we all needed to eat.

Well, not Ahlona. She just… existed. But she liked feeding me.

The meal wasn’t luxurious, grilled fish and pickled vegetables, but it was filling. The local lake fish had a savory flesh, though I had to keep picking bones out of my teeth and almost swallowed one of the little devils.

Alloria only sighed as she picked at hers. Then she cast Bryce cow eyes. “I’m going upstairs. Joining me.”

“In a few,” he said, glancing at her. “Why don’t you warm yourself up?”

She smiled and winked.

Then Monica and Ahlona stood up. The two were holding a whispered conversation as they headed upstairs. Illina and Barg were dicing with a group of merchant guards, the pair fitting right in with the boisterous men.

I found myself alone with Bryce as he nursed his ale.

“If you keep them plotting too long, they might just finish each other off and won’t need you,” Bryce said.

My cheeks warmed. “You’re really okay with me making love with your wife.”

“Fucking my wife,” Bryce said. “I don’t think there will be a lot of love-making.”

“Probably not,” I said, studying him. His jaw was tight. “This bothers you?”

He fixed me a firm stare. “I want you to march upstairs and give Monica just what she craves.” Then he rose. “I have to attend to Alloria. She’ll be clawing at the walls if I don’t.” His fist balled. “So will I. Damned spell on her cunt.”

“I could try to… remove it.”

He glanced at my robes. “I’d rather not risk my life to someone wearing the blue. No offense. I know you are taking your skills more seriously, but I have an idea on how to break it that doesn’t involve having the spell scrambled even worse.”

“Fair enough,” I said, tinged with embarrassment. “But I really, really don’t have to fuck your wife. I am content with Ahlona. She’ll find a local girl if she’s feeling that playful to have another woman in our bed.”

Bryce put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to make my wife cum hard on your cock. She needs it. She’s sacrificed much to love me. It’s a rather surprising event. I never expected it at all, but here we are. With Alloria, I can hardly stop her from indulging in her desires from time to time, can I? So you better put your all into it. You seem to be acting like a man, well, a man doesn’t sit there scared to fuck a woman wet for him.

“He marches up there and slams his cock into her.” Then he turned and marched out of the room intending to do to that to Lady Alloria.

He was right. I was a man now. I quaffed back my ale, stood up, and followed after him. I would fuck his wife so hard. I would make Monica explode on my cock. She would cry out for all the city to hear.

To be continued…

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