The World of Erasthay
The Knight and the Acolyte Book Nine: Blossoming Danger
Chapter One: Bound Up Love
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Acolyte Sophia – The Golden Hunger, the Nimborgoth
I couldn’t stop trembling. I was still so overcome by the events of last night. Not even my brief nap I took the moment I boarded the Golden Hunger in the early light of morning had calmed me. So much had happened last night. We had descended into the Labyrinth and almost been butchered by the Minotaur. All so we could claim his heart to power the reforging of the High King’s sword. We had liberated the people of Grahata. No longer would they have to send young women into the Labyrinth to placate the brute.
But that wasn’t why I was trembling.
Angela picked me. Me!
Four months ago, she had given up her memories of her lover Kevin as payment to receive the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy, the words that had guided us on the path of claiming the sword and led to gathering all our wonderful companions. Even Chaun. And since then, she had come to love me. But, in the back of my mind, a worry nibbled.
What if she only loved me because she couldn’t remember Kevin?
Chaun saw Angela’s love in her mind. He was a changeling. He could take on the appearance of a woman’s male lover or her husband. More proof that Angela, despite forgetting him, still loved Kevin. And then he appeared, trying to arrest her, trying to win her back. And he kissed her, blessed by Luben, and her memories came back.
And she still picked me.
If the Oracle asked me today to give up my love for Sophia, I would tell her no. I would walk away.
Those beautiful words echoed through my mind. She loved me more than Kevin, more than the Quest to kill the dragon Dominari. A giddy giggle burst through my lips as I strolled the deck of the ship. I know I should sleep. We had fought all night and then Minx’s lust bomb had thrown us into an orgy. I was exhausted.
But I was too keyed up to sleep.
Angela loved me.
I threw back my head and laughed, not caring that the brawny pirates of the Golden Hunger gave me strange looks as they moved along the deck, doing…whatever it is pirates do to keep a ship sailing. I didn’t care. I spun around, my white robes swirling about my legs. I breathed in the salt spray of the ship. Seagulls cawed in the air, almost hovering in place beside the ship’s sails, flying on the same wind propelling the corsair through the gray-blue waters of the Nimborgoth.
Our quest was almost done. We sailed southeast for the River Kemoh crossing the Vyman Plains into the Haunted Forest. We just had to get through the dark woods, reputed to be home to all manner of monsters from werewolves to the foul creations of the Biomancer Vebrin. In the heart, we would find Drakin Castle, the Biomancer’s old lair and, according to legend, where the last piece of the High King sword lay. Once we recovered it, we had to sail north back to the mainland and head to the Altar of Souls in eastern Zeutch on the edge of Dominari’s Desolation.
And then we had to kill the most dangerous dragon still alive. Angela would complete her Quest and…
We would be together. Fugitives, but together.
I let out another squeal of delight. We were almost five months on this quest. We started in spring and autumn was already upon us. The skies overhead were gray, the water’s choppy. But the prospect of storms didn’t scare me. Nothing scared me.
We would overcome all obstacles because Angela loved me.
“You should be asleep.”
I gasped, spinning around to see my Angela, my Queen, striding the deck. Her red hair fell about her beautiful face, ruffled by the breeze. Her blue eyes were shining. She wore her armor, dressed like a knight even though her name was attained for the crimes we committed in Raratha to secure a piece of the blade. Her large breasts filled out her half-breastplate, her cleavage a delight to behold. Thigh-high boots and metal greaves adorned her long legs, a loincloth of chainmail swinging between her thighs. It dangled from her thick sword belt. Pauldrons covered her shoulders, kissed by her fiery hair, and bracers clad her forearms.
“I’m just too happy to sleep, my Queen,” I said. I loved calling her that. Maybe, once she had the High King’s sword, she could take her ancestor’s place, defy custom that said no woman could rule, and reforge his empire.
She was his heir, descended from his daughter Lily. And then she would be my Queen in truth. The sphinx I met in Raratha said I was fit to be a queen’s concubine.
“I can see that,” Angela smiled. She shifted with the ship’s roll, rustling a coil of coarse rope looped over her right shoulder. In her hand she held a small, leather satchel.
I smiled at the rope. “Do you need to secure something, my Queen?”
“I have a naughty concubine who has decided to dance about the deck.” She glanced up at the skies. “And with the sea so choppy and the sky darkening, I feel the need to secure her properly. To bind her in place.”
My heart thudded more. I loved bondage. I didn’t know that when we started the quest, but being wrapped up by a giganraneae’s web and then bound by a dryad’s tree had awakened desires in me. I liked being bound. I liked being spanked. I liked pain and domination.
And Angela liked giving them to me.
“It would be tragic to lose your concubine,” I said with a grin, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My nipples ached. “She is such a lovely thing. And where else can you find a woman as beautiful as her?”
“Oh, the Halanian women are gorgeous, and everyone knows nothing rivals the radiance of a Zeutchian woman.”
My eyes widened. “Is a dark-skinned whore or a busty, blonde slut at all comparable to a Secaran flower?” I licked my lips, savoring the feel of my tongue stud. “Especially one temple-trained and dedicated to Saphique.”
“Well…” Angela’s smile played. “Maybe she’s not irreplaceable. It would be a lot of work to find another woman like her. So I guess I better tie her up. Make sure she’s safe and sound.”
I nodded my head. “Whatever my Queen thinks is proper.”
Angela licked her lips, her hips shifting, chainmail loincloth clinking. “Strip.”
“Yes, my Queen,” I said, my cheeks growing crimson. There were so many men on deck, watching us. They all stared at me with lusty eyes. They knew I was dedicated to Saphique, sworn to never touch a man, so they all lusted after me. They all wanted to be the guy to fuck me straight.
And Angela delighted in showing off my body to them, humiliating me. She knew how wet it made me.
I trembled as I undid the knots of my rope. Excitement and shame writhed through me as the pirates stopped their work. Coarse words found my ears as I slipped my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall off my naked body, exposing my small breasts and shaved pussy. Both my nipples were hard. I stroked my stomach, brushing my belly piercing adorned with a single ruby marking my proficiency at cunnilingus.
I was such a pathetic acolyte. I should have been a priestess by now if I had applied myself.
“Mmm, just lovely,” Angela said. “Turn around with hands behind your head and legs spread apart. Let me look at you.”
“Vedr’s queef, I would love to break in that cunt,” a sailor grunted from above.
“And drink milk from those tits. She would be a fuck.”
My cheeks burned as I obeyed. My hands went to the back of my head and my legs spread apart. My sticky pussy lips parted. I groaned, a trickle of juices leaking down my thighs. I turned slowly in place, my entire body trembling. I was exposed. My tits jiggling as I moved, my shaved snatch gleaming. The sailors gathered, the rough men a motley collection of Thlinians, Halanians, Valyans, Zeutchians, Thosian, and even Atholosian. They stared at me with unmistakable lust, openly grabbing their dicks, wanting to fuck me.
“Mmm, they are all eager for my concubine,” Angela said. “Just want to pounce on her.”
“Aye,” a dark-skinned Halanian named Abdwal said, his skin almost as dark as Chaun’s.
“But then I would have to kill you,” Angela said with a laugh. “And who would sail the ship?”
The pirates grunted, mumbling.
“And I would have to skin you alive,” Captain Thyrna purred from the stern deck. She had rich-brown skin and predatory eyes. She leaned over the railing, fixing eyes on her crew. “Back to the sails. Stop ogling the little morsel.”
The pirates all obeyed her. Despite the fact that Thyrna was Thrak’s slave and he had let the entire crew gangbang her on the voyage to Grahata, they still feared her. Many sported fresh lash marks. While we were in the Labyrinth, Thyrna had proven to her sailors why they feared and obeyed her.
She was a dangerous woman. I was glad Thrak tamed her because she scared me. Even know, my pussy dripping with lusts, her eyes made me shiver.
“Now lets get you in the hold and bind you all safe and sound,” Angela purred, bending down and picking up my robe. My pouch, containing healing potions and other items, clinked as she threw it over her shoulder. “Keep those hands behind your head and march. Let me stare at that ass.”
She gave my rear a smack, hard, stinging. I groaned then shuddered as her hand lingered, squeezing so possessively. She owned me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yes, my Queen.”
I walked across the deck on bare feet. My nipples ached so hard. Shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air washed over me. My pussy burned and my body was eager. I could smell my tart musk trickle down my thighs. My clit throbbed. I reached the stairs and descended into the dark hold.
There were no lights down here. The only illumination filtered down through the gaps in the decking, shafts of light falling on the cargo in the hold. It was all food. The Golden Hunger had been ferrying us about the Nimborgoth for little over a month. She hadn’t been pirating. The treasure we stole from the Doge’s Great Vault had paid our way, kept her pirates in coin, and kept the ship supplied.
I trembled as I walked through the dark hold, moving cautiously as my eyes adjusted. The ship creaked around us, rocking to the swell of the Nimborgoth. Angela had finally developed her sea legs, no longer throwing up like she had on our first few days. It was strange how you could get used to the rocking of the ship, naturally shifting your body with it.
“Right here is perfect,” Angela said as I stopped between two columns of wood supporting the deck. Iron hooks were set into the columns sides, places to tie down cargo I supposed.
I froze in place, trembling with excitement, anticipation. Angela didn’t say a word. Her chainmail loincloth clinked as the ship creaked. My feet shifted with the ship’s sway. Another trickle of pussy juices rolled down my left thigh. I felt the bead work farther and farther down, teasing me as I waited.
What were we doing down here? What was in the leather satchel?
My breath quickened as the anticipation built. And then I heard a buckle come undone. Metal clanged as Angela stripped off her armor. I wanted to look back at her, but she hadn’t give me permission to do so.
So I stood, listening to her strip, picturing her lush body coming into sight. Her breasts were large and soft, topped with pink nipples. Her shaved pussy would be on display, glistening with her tangy juices. Her legs so long. I could hear her work off her leather boots, freeing those gorgeous calves to be loved.
And then the rope rasped, rough fibers sliding against each other. Her bare feet slapped on the deck, moving closer. I trembled, my nipples aching. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to blurt out questions, to demand to know what she would do.
That wasn’t my place.
I gasped when her hard nipples and soft breasts pressed into my back. The contact sent ripples of delight through my body. I let out a moan. I was so keyed up, her slightest touch burned me. And then her wet crotch pressed into the curve of my ass. Her hand stroked up my arm to my hands clasped behind my head. She seized the right, pulling it away.
“Let’s get you nice and secure,” she whispered, hips undulating with her excitement, rubbing on my ass.
“Yes, my Queen,” I moaned as she went to work.
The rope was looped over my wrist, the knot pulled tight. I savored the burn as the rough fibers rasped around my skin. I shivered at the sound and feel. My pussy clenched. Then she yanked my arm taut a she drew the rope to one of the hooks. My arm, extended at an angle over my head, was pulled securely. Then she brought the rope over my head to another hook, secured it and seized my left wrist. The entire time, her body pressed and rubbed on my back, nipples massaging, my ass wiggling as my excitement grew.
I groaned as the rope rasped about my right wrist. The knot pulled tight. My arms were stretched taut, my shoulders aching. I loved it. I wiggled my hips. And then she did something devious. She threw the remaining rope over the span of rope running between the two hooks and pulled it taught above my head. She secured a knot there, the rope dangling before me. She then yanked hard on the end of the rope.
The line over my head pulled both my arms upward. I gasped, rising on my tiptoes as she tied the rope around my waist, securing the knot. If I tried to come off my tiptoes, I would pull on the central line and that would stretch my arms more, increasing the strain. It forced me to stay on my tiptoes. It was so wonderfully cruel. I groaned, shifting on my toes, my leg muscles already burning.
“Mmm, don’t you look just beautiful,” Angela purred as she walked around me. She gave the taught line of rope leading to my stomach a twang, pulling on my arms, the fibers biting into my skin.
I groaned in pain, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.
She held up the satchel. Wood clinked inside. “I bet you’re wondering what I have in here.”
I nodded my head, groaning, my feet shifting as the boat rocked. Oh, she was so cruel. I loved her so much. The pain only made me more excited. My nipples ached. Milk beaded them. I couldn’t control myself right now.
“Beg,” Angela purred.
“Please, my Queen, what is in the satchel? What naughty treat do you have in there?”
Her grin grew. She was so beautiful. I could feel her love in every action down here. She knew me. She knew this is what I craved, and she gave it to me. I groaned as her fingers opened the satchel, reached in, and produced a clothes peg. It was a thin dowel, one end split into two prongs you could pry apart and clip your clothes to a line.
What was she doing with those?
She pried open the ends and brought it to the edge of my right breast. I gasped as she released the ends, my skin pinched between the peg. I groaned, pain flaring in my tit. She grabbed another, a naughty grin on her face.
“Beg me to cover your tits in these,” moaned Angela.
I shifted on my tiptoes, my arms aching, my calves burning. “Please, my Queen, clip all those clothes pegs to my tits.” As I squirmed with the rolling boat, the one clothes peg moved, shifting, pinching at my skin. A dull throb formed. “Please!”
Juices poured down my thighs. The pain made me so excited.
“You are so cute when you beg,” Angela moaned. “Mmm, and you are wet. I can smell you. You’re such a slut. You want me to inflict you with pain.”
“I do,” I moaned, my fingers clenching. My wrists burned, rubbed by the rope. “Clip me! Please!”
She grabbed a second and attached it next to the first. I groaned at flare of pain. I shifted, both clothes pegs pulling on my tits. Then a third. A fourth. She followed the curve of my breast down and around. My nipple leaked more milk as each pinch made me gasp.
Made my pussy clench.
My right breast throbbed with numb pain. Every time my heart beat, the pinched skin ached. She had attached fifteen to my right breast, the ends dangling down, pulling on my tit, wanting to pop off but they were too tight to.
She squeezed my left tit. “Keep begging, concubine.”
“Cover my left tit, my Queen,” I moaned, my body trembling. It was so hard to stay on my tiptoes, but if I sagged, I would dangle for my arms. Oh, it was such sweet torture. I loved her so much.
With a naughty smile on her lips, her nipples so hard, she pried apart the ends of the next peg and clipped it on. I gasped at the initial rush of pain as it clipped my skin, the ache dulling to a throb. She clipped the next and the next, moving around my breast, giving me more and more pain, making my pussy hotter and hotter.
I kept grunting and groaning with each one. Pain-filled moans escaped my lips. Tears burned at my eyes. My entire body quivered. Already, my brain swam with the excitement of her touch. The pain grew, swelled, coming closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Only two left,” Angela purred when she finished encircling my left breast.
All those points of throbbing agony made me groan. “Where do you want to clip them, my Queen?”
She held the last two in her hand, dropping the satchel. Where had she even gotten them? Did she buy them in Grahata just to play with me?
I loved her so much.
“I’m thinking here,” Angela smiled, stroking my hard nipples beading with milk.
My eyes widened. “Yes, yes, clip them on my nipples.”
“It will hurt so much,” Angela purred. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Queen!” My voice echoed through the hold.
She pried open the first, brought it to my hard nub. She let the ends snap back together. Pain flared in my nipple. My head tossed back. I shifted on my tiptoes. Throbbing agony shot from my nub. It hurt far worse than any of the ones decorating my breasts.
“Slata’s hairy cunt,” I cursed as the pain shot through me. “Oh, Gods, that hurts.”
As I spasmed in pain, she clipped the second one on my right nipple, not even giving me a chance to get used to the first. Another flare of agony shot through me. The ropes creaked as I shifted on my tiptoes, my pussy clenching so hard. I gasped and moaned, screaming out my pain, cursing that bitch-goddess Slata.
“My Queen,” I moaned, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Do you want me to remove them?”
I stared into her blue eyes. “Only if that would please you, my Queen.”
She brushed at the falling tears. “I think it would please you more if I left them on.”
I smiled through the pain. “It would.”
My nipples were numb, the ache lessening, fading. The weight of the clothes pegs pulled on my nipples. I groaned, shifting with the ship as Angela moved around behind me. The pain made my head swim. I loved that feeling. I was getting closer and closer to drifting.
I just needed more stimulation.
Angela rustled behind me. What was she doing back there?
“Mmm, perfect,” she purred.
Something hard and smooth rubbed on my ass. I gasped, feeling my marble dildo. Angela had pulled it out of my pouch and strapped on the leather harness. The hard end dipped between my thighs, rubbing at my hot flesh.
“My Queen!” I moaned as Angela thrust it into my cunt.
The force of her thrust made my breast jiggle. All the clothes pegs, particularly the two on my nipples, swayed, pulling on my flesh. I moaned, my feet shifting as my pussy clenched down on the hard, fake cock invading my depths. Pleasure rippled out of me.
She drew back and slammed it in again, our flesh slapping together. Her arms went around me, holding my stomach while her breasts brushed my supple back, nipples kissing my skin as she pounded me. The pain flared through my nipples and tits every time they jiggled from the force of her impact.
The pleasure churned in my cunt washed through my body, meeting the agony in my breasts. Together, the competing sensations washed through my mind. I moaned, rising higher and higher into a whole new space. A new reality of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck me, my Queen,” I howled. “Use me for your pleasure.”
“Uh-huh,” gasped Angela, her strokes hard and fast. She rammed the dildo deep into me. “You naughty concubine. You love it. You love being hurt and fucked. You would do anything I ordered.”
“Anything, my Queen,” I howled, the friction building the pleasure in my cunt. My flesh gripped the thick shaft. “You know that. I’m yours. You own me.”
“Yes,” Angela groaned. “You worship me. You love me.”
“I do! More than Kevin. He would never do this for you. He would never be your slave!”
“Never,” she agreed as she plowed me. My body shook and convulsed. The hot delight rushed through my body. My eyes widened. The rush of sensations poured through me, leaving me gasping and moaning. Shuddering. I couldn’t help bucking, writhing. “I’m yours! Always! To the ends of the world!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned, her hands rubbing at my stomach, sliding up my flesh. “My little slut. Mmm, I love fucking you with the strap-on, pounding you from behind. Your ass jiggles every time I bury in you.”
My head leaned back. So much sensations rippled through me. I drank them all in, pain and pleasure, letting them carry me through a world of rapture. Her fingers moved higher, sweeping over the rope bound about my waist and nearing my tortured tits.
She grasped two of the clothes pegs pinching my breasts. And yanked.
My pussy clenched on the thrusting dildo. Pain flared in the numbed flesh. As the sensations rushed back in, so did the agony. I groaned, shuddering as it faded back away. It compelled me higher, swelling the rapture building in my cunt.
And then she yanked off another two.
“My Queen,” I howled as the pain flared. It hurt more when they were removed than when she put them on. “Oh, yes, yes. You’re so wonderful.”
“You naughty slut,” she growled and yanked off another pair. “My slave. How much does this hurt?”
“So much!” I screamed.
“Captain Thyrna told me all about this.” She yanked off another two. My eyes rolled back into my head. “Maybe I should let her fuck you and claw you up as payment.”
“Whatever you think is best, my Queen,” I howled.
She kept pulling off the clothes pegs, working around my tits. The pain had me swimming in rapture. Pleasure and agony were so closely related. They bled from one to the other. My orgasm swelled in the depths of my cunt. I wanted to explode.
But I didn’t have permission. Yet.
She kept ripping, throwing them to the floor as she pounded me. The dildo thrust so deep into me. She fucked me so hard, pounding me with her passion. My breasts jiggled, the two clothes pegs on my nipples bobbing and swaying. They were the only ones left.
Her hands grasped them. “You want to cum, slut?”
“So much, my Queen,” I moaned as she twisted the clothes pegs.
I almost came from the flare of agony. I shuddered, fighting it back down as my legs trembled. I wanted to collapse, to dangle from my arms. But that would hurt so much. My pussy clenched on the thrusting dildo. The friction burned so hot, with so much rapture.
Angela ripped off the clothes pegs.
Agony exploded in my nipples as sensation returned to them. They throbbed with my frantic heart beat.
I screamed out my rapture and agony. My head threw back.
My orgasm burst in my cunt’s depths.
Rapture and agony burned through my mind. They boiled my thoughts. Nothing else mattered. Pain flared in my arms as I convulsed. My orgasm writhed through my body. Waves of pleasure met the pulses of pain. I spasmed and moaned, screaming out wordless pleasure.
I drifted. I soared. I was lost in my own universe. My body retreated. There was only the clashing sensations in my mind. The wondrous delight that being submissive and used could give. Only my Queen could give me this treat.
And I loved it. I savored it. I never wanted it to end.
“Love you, my Queen,” Sophia mumbled as her body shuddered. She dangled by her arms, her pussy impaled on the dildo. I held her as my rapture rippled through my body, juices flooding down my thighs.
“I love you, my concubine,” I moaned, holding her, treasuring the pleasure I gave her. The pain. She deserved this reward after the Labyrinth. After the stress of Kevin.
It was such a shock to have my memories come flooding back, to have the holes filled up in my mind. Kevin was there. I missed him. Part of me pictured the life we could have had as married knights facing dangers together.
If I had received a different Quest than slaying the Dragon Dominari, we would have had that life. I never would have been so angry at him that I would have given him up. I never would have needed to. So I wouldn’t have fallen in love with Sophia. I would have fought my feelings like I had in those first few weeks of our journey.
But I had her now. I loved her. I was so glad I did. I would care for Kevin always, but he wasn’t what I really needed. Sophia was. My little slave, my concubine, that I could tie up and hurt. There was a part of me that enjoyed inflicting pain, probably why fighting turned me on so much.
And Sophia enjoyed being hurt. I wish I could cum like she did. But I was so happy I could give her such joy.
“Love you,” she kept mumbling as I untied her. She was out of it, drifting through rapture. I sank down against a crate, holding her on my lap, her tits covered in red marks from the clothes pegs, her nipples swollen.
“Love you,” I whispered as I held her, stroking her face, waiting for her to come back to reality.
The wind ruffled through my hair as I stood on the top of the mainmast in a little tub they called the crow’s nest. I had no idea why. I leaned against the last few feet of the mast jutting through the tub’s center, staring back at the gray ocean, the sea churned into a white froth by the ship’s wake.
A seagull gave a haunting call.
Minx loved me. The little halfling thief, bursting with energy, loved me. She had blurted it out when she thought I was dying, and then as we writhed in the damiana-induced lust, I had called out I loved her while licking the Priestess Belinda’s cunt.
But I don’t think Minx heard me.
I couldn’t love her. It was impossible. I had a wife, Atharilesia. Right now she would be holding our daughter in her arms, nursing her. She must have given birth since I left the forest four months ago. I married her when I slipped my cock into her pussy. That was how it worked for our people. She was my wife. I loved her.
I had to love her. We were married. It was a serious thing for an elf to slip her cock into another hermaphrodite’s pussy. The potential for offspring demanded they be married, that they love each other. It had to be lust making me think I loved Minx. I was out of the forest, surrounded by duel-sexed races like humans and halflings. Women who let me fuck all the pussy I want. It wasn’t cheating because I couldn’t impregnate them.
So that was what my feelings for Minx had to be. Infatuation brought on by lust.
I closed my eyes, trying to picture my wife, but Minx appeared, her bronze face surrounded by her pixyish bob of metallic-red hair, her body slim and curvy, perfectly proportioned for her small stature. The way she laughed, how she grinned when she had a naughty idea, the way she bounced on her heels, how much energy burst out of her.
No. Atharilesia. Think of her. I tried to picture her green hair, her tall, lithe form. But she was only a faded image, an idea of an elf. I couldn’t capture her face, her smile, her pointed ears, any of the details.
I took a deep breath. I was away too long. But this was almost over. I just had to remember that. I couldn’t love Minx. I was married. It would only hurt us both if I even contemplated it. I had spent too much time with her. It was only natural, we were the only two members of the group not paired up, and Minx had her fascination with hermaphrodites.
She loved my cock. She loved my pussy. She loved me.
My heart raced. I wished she was up here right now so I could just be around her.
I didn’t miss my wife. I hardly thought about her any more. When had that happened? I used to think about her face every night before I fell asleep, and then I met Minx. I chased her through Raratha, and she had wormed into my thoughts.
Atharilesia. Atharilesia. Atharilesia.
Remember how she smiled. Remember how she laughed, how she walked, how she moaned in bed. Remember the feel of her breasts, of her cock pumping inside my pussy. Remember it all. Don’t forget her. You have to go back to her when this is over. You can’t take Minx with you.
Flashes of the Mirage Garden interrupted my recreation of Atharilesia. Riad, the garden’s master, had used our own desires to try and trap us in illusions. Minx had found more treasure than she could imagine, but he showed me my forest. And Minx. She was with me. I was teaching her how to track. I didn’t see my wife.
Matar’s cock, did I really love her?
No. Minx loved me and saw treasure.
But she didn’t fight at all when I took her away. She was happy to see me.
“Hey,” a cheerful voice said, snapping my eyes open.
I groaned as Minx hopped over the side and landed before my naked body. She stood at eye level with my crotch, a grin on her lips. She stared up at me and my heart quicken Her smile was so radiant. My wife’s image banished from my mind.
“Hi,” I said, trying to be cautious. “Do you need something?”
She grinned and then pressed her face into my pussy. I groaned, my back arching. Her tongue licked through my folds. It was so small yet moved so quickly. It darted through my petals, teasing me, sending delight rippling through my body.
My large breasts bounced before me. I groaned, shifting as she licked and nuzzled. Her nose brushed my clit, making me throb while her short arms reached around, her hands barely grabbing the cheeks of my ass. The wood of the mast rubbed on my back as I squirmed.
“Minx,” I panted. Annoyance tinged the pleasure. I didn’t need this right now. She was just confusing me. I couldn’t love her. I loved Atharilesia.”
“Mmm, you taste so delicious,” Minx purred. She licked again.
I groaned. She was so insatiable. My hand reached down, stroking through her metallic hair. It was so soft and silky. My eyes fluttered as her tongue licked again, her small fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass. I shuddered as she pulled them apart, the rough mast sliding partly into my crack.
My nipples ached as my breasts jiggled. My ears twitched. I let out a groan as her tongue flicked around my clit. She circled it and then her lips sucked. I bet she wanted it to sprout into a cock. I stared down at her eyes as she worshiped me.
And saw her love burning in them. How had I missed it before now? It was so obvious.
“Minx,” I moaned, wanting to tell her I didn’t love her.
Wanting to tell her I did.
I ripped my gaze away, grinding on her mouth. She sucked and slurped, devouring my juices. The scent of marigolds, my pussy juices, mixed with a fainter, lavender musk, her excitement. I groaned, my ears twitching more as the pleasure built in the depths of my body. I sucked in breaths through my nose. My body quivering.
She stirred up such pleasure through me. Her tongue licked at my folds again, thrusting into the depths of my pussy. She had her lips pressed tight into my snatch, pushing her tongue as deep as she could. It slid around, swirling and caressing them, making me squirm and moan and shudder.
It was wonderful. Amazing. I wanted to scream out my enjoyment. She was amazing. The best.
“I love…” My eyes widened as I clamped my jaw shut. I almost blurted it out. “I love your tongue.”
“Mmm, and I love your pussy” Her right hand moved from my ass, shoving between my thighs. Her fingers joined her tongue, licking and nuzzling.
“Matar’s cock,” I moaned as I shivered. My ears twitched violently as her fingers massaged my clit, her tongue flicking at my folds.
“Mmm, your pussy is so juicy. But it needs to be filled.”
“Yes.” Three of her fingers penetrated my cunt. “Oh, yes, Minx. Henta’s prowess, that’s wonderful.”
Her three fingers probed so deeply as she pumped them in and out. Her tongue flicked at my clit, teasing me, making me squirm and spasm. My pussy clenched on her digits as ripples buzzed through my body, my toes curling on the wood.
Her lips sucked on my clit. She made me spasm while she slipped a fourth finger into my pussy. They wiggled inside of me. Wonderful delight rippled from her touch. My orgasm swelled as she nibbled on my clit.
I groaned, ears wiggling. My hands moved up, stroking the sensitive tips. “Minx.”
“Mmm, now you’re really going to love this.” Minx grinned at me, her lips smeared with my juices. Her fingers balled up inside of me.
She fisted me.
“Oh, yes,” I gasped as she fucked her arm inside of me. Her fist bottomed out, her arm sank in past my wrist. “You naughty minx, yes.”
My breasts jiggled and bounced as I humped against her fist ramming into my pussy. She stretched my cunt while her tongue flailed at my clit. The friction burned through me. I shivered against the rough wood of the mast, my moans ripped away by the gusting wind.
I savored its caress on my body as Minx fisted me. I moaned and groaned, humping, my pussy clenching on her arm. She shoved it so deep into me. Over and over, going faster and faster, making me twitch and gasp.
“Cum,” she moaned, her blue eyes shining up at me. She wanted to give me such pleasure. “Oh, yes, cum for me.”
“Minx,” I gasped, the pleasure rising. I switched to elvish, knowing she couldn’t understand me, and gasped, “Yes, yes, I love you so much. Oh, my goddess, you’re making me cum! Matar’s cock! Henta’s prowess! Love you!”
My body exploded with pleasure. I heaved and gasped. My cunt spasmed about her pumping fist. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut while my finger stroked my pointed ears. Rapture burned through me.
I heaved and gasped. My mind boiled. Minx danced in my thoughts. I loved her. I really did. And that couldn’t be. I was married. I couldn’t be with her. I would have to leave her. Even as ecstasy melted my mind, grief panged my heart.
“Minx,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, Minx.” I stared down at her as the last ripples of my pleasure shivered through me. I would just hurt her. I couldn’t let her think I loved her.
“You looked so sad up here,” Minx said. “You still do. I hoped cumming would cheer you up.”
My heart yearned to give Minx what she craved for.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling her fist from my cunt.
“Just missing home,” I lied, tears beading my eyes. I couldn’t love her. I had responsibilities. “My wife.”
Minx swallowed. “Oh.”
My heart broke at the pain in her sapphire eyes. She did love me, but she had to know I was married. She had to remember that. I didn’t want to be cruel to her, but… Maybe it was best if she understood that I didn’t love her.
“I miss her a lot,” I said, my heart aching worse and worse as her smile fell. “I can’t wait to see her and our daughter. We’re almost done with the Quest. And then I can return to them.”
“Yeah,” Minx said, nodding her head, looking so glum. Then she took a deep breath, trying to hide it. “Me, too. I can go back to Baraconia and get back to thieving.”
“I’m sure there will be plenty of treasure in Dominari’s lair,” I said. “You’ll be able to buy that house and have that harem of halfling men or hermaphrodites that you want.”
“Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. Then she turned and climbed over the crow’s nest and descended.
I groaned, wanting to follow. But I had to let her go. It was Atharilesia who I should love. I had to relearn that. And I had to keep my feelings for Minx bound up in my heart.
I thought I heard her scream out she loved me during the orgy. But… Maybe I was wrong. She was addled on lust. But…the way she looked at me. The way she moaned my name. I thought she really did love me.
But she was married. She had her family.
Tears burned in my eyes as I descended down through the rigging. I moved slow, not having fun on my descent, not taking chances. Why did I have to blurt out that I love her when she was dying? What if she heard me? What if she knew?
I knew she was married. Why did I fall in love with her?
Because she was amazing. She was silent, and observant. She could track me through a bustling city. She was the only person to ever catch me. She was beautiful. She was fun and wise. She had taught me so much. She was so gentle. The way she smiled. The way her ears twitched as she laughed. The way she whispered my name as we snuggled in bed.
I slumped on a spar halfway down, the sail rippling in the wind, my hair blown. What was the point of even stealing the High King’s sword once it was reforged at the Altar of Souls? Xera wouldn’t chase me like I always imagined.
She would go home to her wife and child.
I stared off at the sea. What was even the point in traveling with the group now? It all seemed so empty. What was the point in having the wealth stealing the High King’s sword would bring me if all I had to look forward to was being alone?
Why did I have to fall in love? It was all so easier before. “Damn you, Luben. Why did you have to poison my heart?”
The seagulls call ached my heart. I leaned in the bow of the ship, watching them almost hover along side the Golden Hunger, balanced perfectly on the winds to move the same speed as the ship knifing through the waves. With their long wingspan, they could fly across the world. So free.
I couldn’t. Despite being an avian, I couldn’t transform. I didn’t know why. Every time I tried, it wouldn’t happen, and it would make me all panicked and flustered, and then I would start crying. I hadn’t even tried in a year.
Failure was too disappointing.
“I stared at my lady fair with sadness on her lips. What shadow clouds her beauty? What pain aches her heart? Her lips were made for smiles, her eyes for dancing joy, so I came to her, song on my tongue, and strove to banish grief.”
I turned and gave my husband a faint smile as he walked the deck, his voice melodic in the rhyme of the poem he quoted. He was tall and slim, his skin the color of midnight, his hair silvery moon. His face was almost beautiful, perfect, making my heart beat faster as his violet eyes stared at me.
“Just feeling incomplete,” I said as he joined me on the bow. I turned from the seagulls, staring at the gray waters before us, waves slapping into the hull.
His arms slipped around my waist. “So there is no way for me to banish grief,” Chaun sighed. “If I could, I would sing a song of such beauty, and let it lift you into the skies to soar with them.”
“I know.” I pressed back into him. “But feeling your arms around me helps. It reminds me of what I gained by failing.”
“Failing is not an inspiring word.”
“What else would you use? I failed to transform, to achieve flight. But… I have you. I never would have if I could fly. I would have been mated two years now.”
“And that puts me at an awkward spot.”
“To find joy in having you means joy in your failure. It’s a riddle.”
“I found joy in failure, too,” I said, my smile brightening. I couldn’t fly, but I had never done it. What was I really missing out on? I had Chaun. I was happy with him. Soon he would fertilize my egg and I would lay it, hatch it, and delight in the child we created.
“I try to imagine what it would be like if I couldn’t change my appearance. I would be…incomplete. I wish you could fly.”
“Even if it meant that I would have already been mated and we never would have had each other.”
Chaun didn’t immediately answer. “Yes,” he said after a moment. “Because you would be whole.”
I smiled, my hips swaying. “I am whole, Chaun.”
His lips nuzzled at my neck. I groaned, shuddering. My pussy clenched, burning with heat. He had awakened me to sex, and my body craved it. I groaned, my eyes looking over my shoulder. Some of the crew watched us as they worked. They were all such brawny men. My hips moved more as I admired their strong muscles.
Chaun’s hands slipped beneath my sleeveless blouse, pushing up to my breasts. I shivered as he cupped my small tits. Delightful chirps escaped my lips, my nipples throbbing against his palms as he rubbed me.
“Who are you looking at?” Chaun whispered. “What lout has caught your eye and inflamed your pussy.”
“Abdwal,” I moaned, my pussy clenching in memory of the Halanian pirate fucking me on the way to Grahata. That was when I was lost, confused. Thinking I was only a slut. Then Chaun had rescued me.
“Looking to cuckold me again?” Chaun asked, mirth in his voice. His fingers pinched my nipples.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I still remember how his cock felt sliding into me.
And Chaun changed. I felt him growing bigger, wider. His hands swelled on my tits, growing suddenly rough, calloused by hauling ropes and canvas. He grew a little taller, his body so broad, so muscular and strong, arms like iron about me.
And his cock… It pressed into my ass through my skirt. My pussy dripped with excitement. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I groaned and undulated back into him. Another shudder escaped my lips as his fingers pinched and rolled my nipples.
“Where’s your husband?” the deep baritone of Abdwal growled. “Did you wander from him again?”
“I did,” I moan. “I’m such a wanton and wicked wife. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“Of course not, slut,” laughed Chaun in the same demeaning tone as Abdwal. He became the man, it was his gift. “You got a taste of Halanian cock and couldn’t go back to that effeminate husband.”
“No,” I moaned, pushing back on his cock. “My pussy’s so wet for it. Mmm, just ram it in. we have to be quick. He could return at any moment.”
“What’s he going to do, sing at me?”
“Yes,” I moaned, grasping the railing before me. I clutched it as he humped his cock against me.
The roleplay made me dizzy. I loved Chaun so much. The games we could play together were scrumptious. My hips wiggled as his hands left my breasts, leaving my nipples aching. I could have any man I wanted and never cheat on my husband.
He hiked up my skirt, drawing it up my thin legs, exposing my flesh to the sight of others. I bet all those sailors were watching with envy. They all wanted to fuck me. And I could enjoy them all. Any one that caught my fancy.
Chaun-Abdwal’s thick fingers pressed against my pussy, rubbing me. They lacked Chaun’s normal gentle touch. They jammed in roughly. My cunt sucked at them, the pleasure rippling through me. I groaned, humping back into him. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the ebony skin of Abdwal, lighter than my husband’s tone. It was richer, with a brownish hue.
“You’re dripping wet, slut-wife.”
“So wet. I love fucking your big cock, Abdwal. Ram it in me. Make me howl before my husband catches us.”
“Cheating whore.” His fingers jabbed so deep.
“Yeeessss,” I moaned, my body trembling. “Fuck me! Ram that cock in me.”
Clothing rustled. Chaun-Abdwal grunted as he pushed down his pants. They would be so tight on him after changing. And then the cock slapped into my ass. It was as thick as my husband’s, but I could tell the difference in the shape of the tip, in the feel of it. It fell between my butt-cheeks.
I clenched down on it, my pussy dripping.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Ram it into my cheating, married cunt. Mmm, Luben’s oaths, I’m such a wanton whore for this dick.”
“Vedr’s mighty queef,” Chaun-Abdwal grunted. His hands seized my hips as he shifted his hips, his cock dragging through my butt-cheeks to my pussy, the thick tip prodding it.
And he thrust so hard, a pair of balls smacking into my clit as he filled me. I gasped, my back arching, my voice singing out my enjoyment as I took his girth. He was so thick and wonderful. This wasn’t my husband’s cock in me. It felt so different.
I loved it.
“Fuck my married cunt,” I moaned. “Luben’s oath, yes. Pound me. Make me cum on this girth.”
“Do you get this wet for your husband,” he grunted as he pounded me, making me feel like such a whore. Such a slut.
“No,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, cuckold my husband. Fuck me. Make me explode. I need it.”
The pirate’s rough hands seized my tits, squeezing. My nipples throbbed. My pussy clenched on his thrusting cock. He slammed so deep into me. My voice sang through the night. I gasped and shuddered, I undulated back into him. My hips writhed and pressed back, taking every inch of his cock into my married pussy.
The pleasure rippled through me. The ecstasy built swiftly in me. I groaned, panted. My entire body quivered. He drove into me so deep, so fast. The pleasure built in my depths as I enjoyed this cock. So different from Chaun’s.
I was such a slut. A whore. A married, wanton hussy.
My voice sang as my passion rose. His fingers pinched my nipples as his balls smacked over and over into my clit. My nub throbbed as I bucked back into his thrusts. I clenched down on him, savoring the pleasure building in my depths, driving me to my orgasm.
“Yes, yes, fuck me, Abdwal. Pound my cunt. Oh, Luben’s oath, yes! Violate my marriage. Make me cum like the married hussy I am.”
“Such a married slut,” he growled, pulling on my nipples. “Cum, you nasty whore. Let me feel that cunt spasm on my dick.”
“Yes!” I sang as my orgasm burst inside of me.
Pleasure rushed through my body. My pussy spasmed on his dick, milking him, wanting his cum to splash into my married depths. The pirate hammered my cheating cunt. He grunted as he savored the pleasure.
“Cum in me,” I begged. “Really cuckold my husband. Fertilize my egg.”
“Yes,” he snarled, slamming into me, his balls so heavy with his cum.
The pirate erupted. His cum flooded me. I gasped, another climax shooting through my body. I milked out his cream as I soared at the front of the ship. I leaned over, the waves splashing up at me as the prow knifed through the sea.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, I loved it, Abdwal.”
“Mmm,” he groaned. “And I loved fucking your married cunt, slut.”
I shuddered, the pleasure fading. “Oh, Chaun, that was so much fun.”
I felt him change, his cock shifting inside of me, his hands growing softer, fingers delicate. His arms weren’t as strong, but they were the arms of the man I loved. He kissed gently at my neck, nibbling.
“My songbird,” he whispered. “You’re all mine.”
“No matter who you become,” I panted.
“Vedr’s queef, that was strange to watch,” a pirate grunted behind me. “Never seen myself fuckin’, Changeling. But your wife loves my cock.”
Xandra’s pussy clenched on my still hard dick. “She did,” I grinned over my shoulder at the pirate. “Shame you’ll never get to fuck her. Not when I can become you.”
He grunted then glanced at the bridge. “I’ll just have to remember how sweet she gasped on me.”
“Yep,” Xandra said, her hips wiggling. “Mmm, now I need my husband to fuck me hard. I was such a bad wife.”
I opened my mouth to laugh when a beautiful song drifted up from the waves. My ears twitched. Pure lust sang in the song. Abdwal let out a groan behind me. Other sailors joined him. My dick throbbed in my wife’s cunt.
“What’s that?” Xandra whispered, her hips wiggling.
“I…” The song was so beautiful. So intoxicating.
“There’s a woman in the water,” Xandra gasped.
“Siren,” I said with a strangled gasp, the song calling me. Promising such sweet delights. I just had to go to the singer. Jump in the water and find ecstasy.
“No,” gasped Xandra. “Don’t listen to their song, Chaun. They’ll drown you!”
I pulled my cock out of my wife’s pussy. It was nice, but that song promised something even better. Even tighter. Even hotter. I moved to the railing and grasped it. The woman singing was so beautiful, her blue-green hair clinging to her sky-blue face, her lips so lush as she sang. Her breasts bobbed just beneath the waters.
And even deeper was the embrace of her pussy. Of ecstasy. I jumped over the side, Xandra screaming behind me.
To be continued…
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