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Story Codes: Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Incest, Domination/submission, Oral Sex

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Zanyia

My eyes blinked open, staring right into Mistress’s round breasts. She still held me. I grasped her tits, snuggling into them, wanting to go to sleep. I closed my eyes, breathing in the sweetness of her scent, savoring the feel of her tits.

But I was awake.

My ears twitched. Other scents filled my nose. With a sigh, my tail swishing behind me. I rolled out of Mistress’s embrace and into a crouch, my knees spread wide, my arms between them. I looked around the room, padding on all fours. I could walk on two legs quite well, but it was fun going on all four. It kept my nose closer to the ground.

I explored around the small tent, blinking my eyes. I reached their packs, opening them up, eager to see what was in there. Mistresses had spare clothing, more pink clerical robes, along with pencils and brushes, and even parchment wrapped up in oilcloth. Master’s had more of his clothing, plus food and other supplies, a whetstone, more small throwing daggers that looked like crosses with four sharpened ends.

And a small statue of a naked woman, the details captured exquisitely in alabaster. It looked to be the size of his hand from fingertip to palm. I sniffed it, and then studied the woman. She looked young and so pretty.

“Who are you?” I asked.

Master moved, letting out a sleepy sigh.

I set the statue back down and turned my head. He’d rolled onto his back, his slim, though still muscular body, mostly exposed to my sight. Including his dick. It throbbed half-hard on his belly, twitching with his heartbeat.

I licked my lips.

I padded quietly around the sleeping pair, Mistress still resting on her side, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her round breasts piled together, the ruby amulet trapped between them. Master’s right arm lay trapped beneath her. Sensing he’d pulled away, she rolled over in her sleep, snuggling up against him.

They were so beautiful together. Even if they were brother and sister. Like that should even matter.

My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master’s dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.

And attacked.

My hands seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.

And so yummy.

His shaft twitched when I reached the spongy tip. I circled it. He groaned, his face twisting as he felt my tongue. I’d never voluntarily sucked a man’s cock before. But I’d never had a Master who cared for me. I grew up in Istandar Zizthithana’s kennel, trained from early on to please naga and the human males who pleased them. They whipped me and beat me and forced me to do so many nasty things.
But I’d do them so willingly for Sven and Kora.

My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. My butt wiggled, my tail swishing faster and faster. I purred as I licked. Master’s cock swelled in my grip, throbbing with his heartbeat, growing bigger and bigger. My tongue probed at his slit, gathering up his salty precum.

He groaned.

“You like that, Master?” I probed again.

He groaned, chest flexing.

“Yep. And I’d bet you’ll love this.”

I opened my mouth wide, mindful of my sharp teeth, and engulfed his cock. He was bigger than my last master, Warleader Therek. I’d never have to suck his cock again. Master killed him. So I put all my effort into pleasing the dick in my mouth.

I sucked.

I swirled my tongue.

I bobbed my head.

My hands stroked his shaft and played with his balls.

I stared at Master’s face, watching him twitch and groan as I pleased his dick. His eyes fluttered, moving back and forth rapidly beneath his eyelids. And then they opened, the blue of the sky staring unfocused at me.

“Zanyia?” he groaned, sounding groggy.

I popped my mouth of his dick. “Master!” I squealed. “You have such a yummy cock.”

My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. And Master’s dick throbbed in my hand as he blinked sleepy eyes. He needed to cum. I needed to cum. And I had the perfect solution to make that happen for the both of us.

“Pater’s mighty cock!” he grunted as I impaled my tight pussy on his thick dick.

“Oh, yes, Master, you fill my pussy up so nicely!” I shifted on him, my purr rising in my throat, rumbling through my body. My fingers scratched at his strong chest, my claws safely retracted.

“You are a wanton one,” he moaned as I slid my pussy up and down his cock.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, my hips swiveling, my ears brushing the top of the tent when I reached the pinnacle of his dick. “You make me so wet. You’re such a wonderful master. I have to please you!”
“You’re doing that,” he groaned as my pussy clenched on his dick.

Kora’s eyes flicked open. “Sven?” she murmured, sleepy. “What’s going on?”

“I’m riding Master’s cock!” I said proudly, my small breasts bouncing before me. My fingers curled, scratching at his chest. “He’s so big. He fills me up!”

“Yes, he does,” Kora smiled, pushing back her blonde hair to expose her face. “Aren’t you just such a wanton thing?”

“That’s what Master said!” I beamed, riding his dick faster, savoring the slid of his cock in and out of my flesh. Burning friction swelled in my depths.

So I purred with such joy.

My thighs flexed, lifting me up and down his cock. I swiveled my hips, stirring him through me. All the things the kennel masters taught me, I used. I squeezed my pussy tight on his dick when I slid up him. I shifted my position, letting his shaft caress different parts of my depths.

Which sent new thrills racing through me.

Master’s left hand, calloused from fighting, rubbed at my right thigh. He stroked me, grinning at me while his sister nuzzled at his neck. Her breasts pressed against his body. He held her with his right arm, his hand squeezing her curvy rump.

“Gods, Zanyia, you are so wild,” groaned Master, hand squeezing my thigh as it slid up to my waist. “Just so hungry—”

“Sven!” a small voice said from his pack, feminine and refined.

“Ava!” Kora gasped in fright. And then, to my utter shock, she bolted out of the tent. Literally diving naked through the flaps to escape.

“What?” I gasped, impaling my pussy on Master’s cock, my head swiveling around. Who said that?

And then, climbing out of Master’s pack, was the alabaster statue of the naked woman. I blinked my eyes, grinding my clit into Master’s pubic bone. The statue moved with a willowy grace, hips curving, stone breasts jiggling like they were not made of hard rock but firm flesh. She climbed down from the pack and made her away across the tent to the bedding.

“I was so worried,” the statue said. “You didn’t call me back after the raid.”

“Sorry, Ava,” Sven said, his right arm reaching out and snagging the statue about the waist with his thumb and forefinger. Not a hard grasp, but gentle. He lifted her and set her on his chest.

The statute took a moment to steady herself, shifting as his chest rose and fell with his movement. She turned around, staring up at me, hands going to her hips. “Well, I see why you were distracted, Sven.”

“That’s Zanyia,” Sven said. “This is Princess Ava of Kivoneth.”

“His betrothed,” Ava added.

“I’m his slave,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Slave?” The Ava statue whirled around, staring up at Sven. She stamped a little foot into his curly chest hair. “You have a slave?”

“It’s complicated.”

No, it wasn’t. “Master saved me from the cruel warleader who owned me. He killed him and claimed me.”

“I told her she was free,” Sven added. “She didn’t listen.”

I giggled. “It was so foolish of you to try and free me, Master. I’m a lamia. We are all slaves. So you see, Princess Ava, he’s my Master. I love him and Kora.”

“See,” Sven said. “No helping it. She just won’t obey this one command I gave her to be free. She followed us back to our camp.”

“And you fucked her brains out instead of telling me you were alive?” The statue walked up his chest towards his face. “Sven Falk, if I had a bigger proxy, I would slap you so hard. I’ve been up all night with worry while you’ve been enjoying a lamia’s pussy.”

“Sorry,” he said. He picked up the statue, bringing it closer to his face. His thumb stroked her buttocks. “It just all happened so fast. We killed the slavers, rescued the slaves, and we were just so keyed up. Had excess energy to release.”

“You, I can understand,” Ava said. “But Kora, too?”

“She was… tired,” Sven lied.

“Well I’m not happy about it, and you owe me something pretty.”

“Deal,” Sven grinned. “I’ll steal you something beautiful.”

“You better.” Then the statue shook her head, her stone hair swaying like it were real.

I reached out and stroked it, feeling the hair as hard as stone and yet flexing. My pussy clenched on Master’s cock. What amazing magic.

“I still can’t believe Kora forgot to tell me,” Ava huffed. “Even if she were tired.”

Master groaned as I slid my pussy up his cock again, not fucking him hard or fast, but slow. I grinned as he shot me a look, then told Ava all about the fight and how he saved me. My heart thudded so fast, my pussy clenching on his dick, drinking in all the excitement of it.

“Well, that does sound like the adventure,” Ava said. “I’m hoping to get into my father’s study soon. I have a new proxy that should work. I want to find out how he can control an entire army! That should be impossible.”

Army?

I slid my pussy faster, clenching, drinking in the friction. My breasts jiggled as Master groaned, “Yes. That would be wonderful. But don’t take any risks.”

“He would never hurt me,” Ava said, bitterness dripping from her words. “He loves me.”

“Still,” Sven groaned, his finger still rubbing her ass. Did she feel what the statue felt?

“I had a new proxy sent to Cheyvn,” she added. “It should be waiting for you at the Buxom Lass.”

“We should be there in a few days,” Sven groaned, his eyes flicking to me. “Gods, yes.”

“Is that lamia slut still riding your cock?” Ava twisted her head. “You, whore.”

“Yes?” I moaned, staring at her.

“That’s my man your fucking. So you better make him cum hard.”

“I will, Princess.” I reached out, picking her up from Master’s grip. I held her with gentle fingers, my thumb rubbing at her small breasts. They were conical, her nipples tiny pebbles.

She let out a little purr of delight.

“Do you feel that?” I asked, stroking across both her tits with my thumb, my excitement spurring me to ride Master’s cock faster.

“Yes,” she groaned. “I’m linked to the statue through imbuing it with my essence. I feel what it feel while I possesses it.”

“Wow,” I purred. Then I lifted her to my mouth and slid my tongue between her thighs, brushing the curly mound of pubic hair between her thighs.

“Oh, Gods,” she moaned, shivering in my hand as I licked her tiny pussy.

I grinned, licking her snatch over and over, tasting the alabaster, wishing I could taste her pussy itself. I fucked Master harder and harder, his moans echoing through the tent, almost drowning out the princess’s gasps.

My hips swiveled, stirring Master’s cock through my pussy. I clenched down on his shaft, riding him so hard and fast. His dick reached so deep into me. My back arched, my tail swishing back and forth so rapidly.

Pleasure surged through me. I purred as I licked the statues pussy, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. Every time I slammed down Master’s cock, pleasure rippled through my body and sparks flared from my clit crushing into his pubic bone. I trembled, tail swaying, ears twitching.

“Oh, Sven, she’s delicious,” groaned Ava. “If she insists on being your slave, you have to keep her. And treat her well. I want to meet her. I want to feel this tongue on me for real. This is incredible.”

“I want that, too,” Sven groaned. His hips thrust up, his dick knifing into my depths as I slammed down him. Then he bounced my light body back up his shaft, the pleasure surged through me. “I want to watch you squirm on her mouth and cum! You always are so beautiful when you cum on a woman’s mouth.”

“While you fuck her from behind!” moaned Ava. “Oh, Sven, I miss you so much! I miss you in my bed! In my pussy!”

The statue convulsed in my hand, twitching, humping her small pussy against my lapping tongue. She screamed out in orgasmic delight. I made a woman cum in another place. I shivered in rapture, slamming my pussy down Master’s dick.

My clit struck his pubic bone as he thrust up, bouncing me.

Pleasure shocked through me.

My orgasm erupted through me.

I purred so loud, rumbling out of my throat. My snatch spasmed on Master’s cock as I slammed back down him. I squirmed, sliding his dick around inside my cumming depths. Rapture rippled through me.

“Gods, her pussy is milking my cock, Ava.”

“Cum in her, my love!” the princess moaned. “Flood her!”

“Yes,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard. He thrust up again. I rose halfway up his cock, my pussy spasming the entire way. “Gods, yes!”

Hot cum flooded my pussy. I yowled my delight, the jizz spurting so hot into me. My Master’s cum. Maybe one day he’d breed me. I shivered, my pussy milking his cock of every wonderful delight as I trembled, my tail slashing back and forth behind me.

So wonderful. The best Master in the world. His sister loved him. And this princess who could possess statues. What a stud.

“Sven,” mewled the princess. “Oh, Sven, she is a treasure.”

“She is,” Master said, grinning at me, his sandy-blond hair spilling about his handsome face. The shape of his chin, the boldness of his nose, gave him a dashing look. The type of man who’d slip into a man’s house, fuck his wife, and steal his money. And do it all with a smile on his lips.

“Bring me to his mouth, Zanyia,” Ava ordered, so imperious. She knew how to handle a slave.

“Yes, princess.” I brought her delicate form to Master’s lips.

“I love you, Sven. I miss you so much.”

His lips touched her face.

“I love you, too, Ava.”

And he loves his sister. I almost blurted it out, but the way Mistress dove out of the tent held me back.

And then the statue went still in my hand, no longer soft-yet-hard. I shivered, my body buzzing from my orgasm. “Wow, that was so amazing, Master. How’d she do that?”

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