The World of Erasthay
The Rogue’s Harem Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Women
Chapter Nine: The Buxom Lass
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Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Female/Female, Male/Females, Fantasy, Magic, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Tittyfuck
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Sven Falk – Cheyvn, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch
“It’s so different,” Zanyia said as we rode through the streets of Cheyvn, a mining city outside the foothills of the Despeir Mountains. It took us three days of riding to reach it, the sun setting as we moved through city, passing rough-dressed laborers. “Everyone just walks around like… like they can go where they want. No one moves fast. No one cringes as we pass.”
“Not a lot of cringing in Cheyvn,” I told her. “It’s the sort of place where you need to prove you’re tough if you don’t want your head cracked and your coin purse stolen.”
“Really?” Zanyia twitched, hugging me from behind. She rode on my horse, Kora beside us.
“Sven’s exaggerating,” Kora laughed. “Only most of the city is like that. The merchant quarter, where the men who own the mines and ensure that the goods are transported throughout Zeutch, have guards patrolling the streets and keeping that sort of thing to a minimum.”
“It’s far worse in the winter,” I added. “When the miners have to wait for spring to come, full of their pay and looking for drinking and whoring, brawls will rage in the streets. They spill out of the bars. But most are at the mines working now.”
“Oh,” Zanyia said, her arms tight against me, her head resting on my back. “Do you brawl with them?”
“Sometimes. But I prefer to frequent establishments miners can’t afford.”
“Nor can we any longer,” muttered Kora. “Even with the gold Ava can give us and what we steal.”
“Liberate from that bastard’s tax collectors,” I said, the words coming out as a growl.
“Liberate,” giggled Zanyia. “I like that. You liberated me and put me in your pocket.”
“I believe you climbed into my pocket and refused to leave.”
“I can’t leave. You own me.” She purred as she rubbed her cheek into my back. “You are so funny sometimes, Master.”
“Yeah, so are you.”
“Hans!” an energetic voice called.
I grinned, spotting Elli leaning out the second floor window of the Buxom Lass, her blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her energetic face. She wore a low-cut, white blouse with a frilly neckline, her large tits swaying, almost falling out of her dress. I went by Hans in Cheyvn and elsewhere.
Sven Falk had a bounty of his head.
“There’s pretty Elli,” I grinned. “Did you miss me?”
“I had the most boring customers,” she laughed. “Merchant guards are such sour companions. They don’t have any good stories to tell. But you… What have you done?”
I winked at her. “Should I tell you without Marita and Josefine around? They might get jealous.”
She pouted at me, shaking those big tits as I rode beneath the window. “They’re not here, but I am. You can tell me something.”
“It involves the lamia behind me,” I grinned.
“Master liberated me from my cruel owner!” Zanyia called, bouncing with excitement. “He killed Therek!”
My horse neighed in annoyance while the buxom lass’s green eyes smoldered with excitement. Then her head vanished back inside. I knew she’d be greeting me with a smile and a kiss by the time we’d walk into the inn.
I loved the Buxom Lass. Such a comforting place. All the barmaids, who were such friendly girls, had the biggest breasts in Cheyvn. The proprietor, a sour man named Gunter, only hired the bustiest girls to work for him and provided them dresses that showed off their wares.
Kora sighed beside me as we rode around the back to the stables. “You’re going to let those girls fawn all over you.”
“Of course, sister dear,” I grinned at her, such a beauty with her hair in her complex braid, the amulet I gave her swinging beneath her breasts shown off by her low-cut, pink robes. “It would unusual if I didn’t. But I’ll save some energy for you.” Then, my voice pitched lower. “I love you, not them.”
That brought a smile to her lips.
We handed over our mounts to the stable boy. My sister kissed her black mare on the nose before we swept towards the back entrance into the inn. Three buxom lasses waited, crowding the doorway. Beside Elli, Marita with her curly, light-brown hair waited with a beaming smile and rosy cheeks, her hips swaying while curvy Josefine gave me sultry looks from the other side of Elli, her sandy-blonde hair framing her round face.
“Back from another adventure, Hans?” purred Josefine, licking her plump lips. Everything about the girl was ripe from her ass to her large breasts almost tumbling out of her frilly bodice. “You freed a lamia.”
“Did you fight Shizhuthian slavers?” gasped Marita, her body a quiver. “How dangerous.”
“That I did.” My arms swept out wide. I scooped up Marita beneath my right arm and Elli and Josephine with my left. “Why don’t we go inside, enjoy mugs of rich ale, and I shall make your naughty pussies wet with my exploits.”
They all giggled.
“So you kept the lamia?” Josephine asked, glancing behind her.
“I’m Master’s sl—”
“Pet,” I interrupted. No one liked slaves in the frontier lands. Not with the nagas on the other side of the mountains raiding farms and mining communities. Most knew someone who had been snatched up by the serpent-women’s raiders. “She’s my pet. I decide to keep her since she’s just so cute.”
“I am cute,” purred the lamia. “Master is amazing. I love being his pet.”
“How kinky,” Elli groaned. “Does she suck cock?”
“I please my Master with every part of my body.” Zanyia let out a wicked giggle. “He can use me how he wants.”
“Ooh, you naughty man. You’ll be the envy of every man in Cheyvn with a lamia following you around,” Marita said. “I hope you won’t forget about us.”
“How could I?” I asked, peering down her bodice. “You three are such striking girls. Your beauty is so prominent.”
They giggled again.
“Oh, a package arrived a few days back,” Elli said. “I wanted to peak, but we left it in your room. Is it a gift from that rich admirer of yours?”
I winked at her, glad Ava’s new proxy had arrived. But why did she feel the need to send me a new one? Her alabaster statuette still functioned perfectly.
“When will you tell us who she is?” moaned Josephine. “Whose wife is she? Is he powerful?”
“Of course. He’d tear the world apart if he knew his wife had spread her thighs for me. You should have heard her moan my name. If he weren’t out hawking, why, he’d have heard her wanton cries echoing through his castle and come to try to finish me off.”
“But you’d have skewered him,” Marita said, her hand grabbing my crotch. “You’re too skilled with your sword to lose.”
“I do have lots of practice,” I groaned, my dick throbbing as she squeezed my leather pants.
We entered the common room and the three bustled me to a seat. I sat down, crowded around by them. Their hands rubbed my body, their breasts falling in my face as they cooed and moaned, begging to hear my story.
“When I’m relaxed,” I said, giving them knowing looks.
“I know just what you need,” Elli said, sliding to the floor before me. She pulled down on her bodice, her big tits spilling out. Two ripe, pillowy mounds topped by fat, dark-red nipples. She squeezed them while Josephine undid the laces of my trousers. “You better wow us with this tale.”
“Only if you wow me with your tits,” I grinned.
“Have I ever failed you?” Elli asked, her voice purring.
She giggled as Josephine drew out my cock. Elli wrapped her soft breasts about my hard cock. I groaned, leaning back in my chair, the wood creaking, and savored her. The smile on her face proved my words true.
My stories always entertained.
“You better make him erupt,” Marita moaned, reaching down to pinch Elli’s left nipple.
“I will,” the buxom lass moaned, sliding her tits up and down my shaft. She shuddered, her blonde, braided pigtails sweeping about her bare shoulders.
“Just enjoy those big tits sliding up and down our cock, Hans,” purred Josephine into my ear. She licked my lobe, sending a hot shudder down to my dick.
“Just spill your cum all over her tits,” groaned Marita from the either side, her breath warm and sweet. “I want to lick your jizz off her pretty breasts.”
“You girls spoil me,” I groaned, my dick throbbing between Elli’s soft mounds.
Her green eyes sparkled as she worked her tits up and down my dick. The massaging, silky flesh sent shudders through my body. I groaned every time her tits swallowed the crown of my dick. My balls grew tighter, my load of cum building and building.
Marita and Josephine licked at my ears, nibbling on my lobes while their hands slid beneath my shirt. I savored their fingernails scratching at my torso, feeling my strength as Elli pumped her tits faster and faster on my dicks.
My hands went exploring. I slipped beneath Josephine’s and Marita’s skirts, sliding up their thighs. My hands reached Marita’s hot, shaved pussy first, the shorter of the two lasses. Then I found the silky curls adorning Josephine’s. I slid through her soft bush to find her snatch.
My fingers penetrated both women.
“Oh, Hans, yes,” groaned Marita, her pussy hot and juicy about my fingers, clenching so tight. “Mmm, I missed you so much.”
“So much,” Elli echoed, sliding those heavenly tits up and down my dick.
“It’s been such a bore with out you,” groaned Josephine, her hips wiggling, her pussy dripping juices down my hands as I pumped into her snatch. Her fingers scratched at my chest, leaving burning lines behind.
I grinned at them, the pleasure building in my balls. Then Elli added a new delight. Her tongue swiped across the crown of my dick. I groaned, the pleasure sweeping through my body. I squirmed on the chair, my dick aching and throbbing as she lathed her tongue over it every time my cock appeared from between her tits.
Her hot tongue sent delight shooting down to my balls. I fingered Josephine’s and Marita’s hot pussies faster and faster. Their snatches grew juicier. Marita ground her clit into the palm of my hand, her body shaking.
Josephine pulled out her tits, pressing them into my face.
I groaned, suffocating on her big tits and loving it. She pressed her soft breasts around my cheeks, letting me kiss and suck on her creamy flesh. My dick throbbed between Elli’s tits as I enjoyed Josephine’s lovely mounds.
My mouth found a hard, pink nipple, sucking on it.
“Hans,” Josephine cooed. “Ooh, yes, we missed you.”
“So much,” Elli groaned then licked the tip of my cock.
My dick spasmed between her tits.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Marita gasped. “So much. Oh, Hans, I… Yes!”
Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Hot snatch convulsed, massaging my digits. I groaned, my dick aching and throbbing between Elli’s delicious mounds, pussy cream flooding around my right hand. I savored the smell, such a sweet musk filling my nose as her tits heaved, still covered by her bodice.
“What a slut,” Josephine panted. “Cumming already.”
“Uh-huh,” Marita groaned, hips rotating. “Hans knows how to please a woman.”
“Yes, he does.” Josephine licked her lips as I sucked and nibbled on her nub, loving the fat nipple between my lips. Her pussy clenched on my plunging fingers, growing hotter and hotter.
“Just cum on my tits,” Elli moaned. “I want to feel your hot cream running over them. Oh, come on, Hans, give it to me.”
“Give it to her,” groaned Marita, my fingers still plunging into her snatch, her convulsions dying as her orgasm passed. “Ooh, you just spoil us.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Josephine gasped. “Spoil us!”
Her pussy spasmed hard on my fingers. Her body bucked, heaved. Her nipple flew from my mouth, her tits jiggling above my head as she thrashed. She squeezed them as she swayed, her juices gushing out and drenching my left hand, filling the air with her tangy musk.
“Cum on my tits, Hans,” begged Elli. She sucked on the tip of my cock for a moment, shooting rapture down my shaft. “Please.”
“Yes,” I groaned, staring down at her, green eyes shining, her tits jiggling as she worked them on my dick.
My cock twitched.
Cum fired from my dick. I grunted with each spurt, watching the white lines splattered her face and splash over her heaving mounds. She squeezed her breasts on my cock so hard, squeezing out the jizz while the rapture spilled through my body.
Gods, I would love for Kora to be here right now, joining us. And Ava, watching me with a woman way she loves to.
“Biaute’s perfect tits,” I groaned. “What a pair you have, Elli.”
“Are you calling my tits divine?” she asked as she lifted a cum-stained breast.
“I am,” I groaned.
She smiled, cum dripping down her face. Then she licked up the jizz adorning her breast. Her tongue slid through it, gathering the thick cream. Marita and Josephine flocked down to join her, their tongues gathering my cum as it spilled over their delicious mounds, cleaning it up.
My dick twitched as I watched them, their three eyes staring up at me, eager for my story.
I tried not to pout as I watched the three buxom lasses and my brother, their tongues sweeping up his cum. I couldn’t compete with that. Not in public. Why did we have to introduce ourselves as brother and sister here? I could have been his lover instead.
Because neither of us knew the other had these incestuous feelings.
So I was stuck on the other side of the common room, sipping my wine, wishing I could lick my brother’s cum off Elli’s magnificent bosom. I’d lap up every drop I could find. I would drink his cum off her tits and revel in them. My pussy clenched so hard.
“Another refill, Heidi?” asked another barmaid.
Zanyia gave me a curious look as I said, “No.” When the maid left, I whispered, “Hans and Heidi are the two names my brother and I go by here. We’re fugitives.”
The lamia gave me a toothy grin. Then she crawled into my lap, purring. She nuzzled her face into mine, her tongue lapping at my chin and lips while her ears twitched. I held her body, clothed in a light smock, the most amount I could get her to wear.
She wanted to go naked everywhere.
“He loves you, you know that,” she said after she finished bathing my face with her tongue.
“I know that,” I sighed, rocking her on my lap. I did enjoy holding her to me. “But still…” I loathed those three women right now, able to lap up his cum and get fingered by him in the middle of the common room. I wanted to be one of those whores he bent over a table and just fucked for all the world to see.
My pussy burned so much for it.
“I know what will cheer you up,” Zanyia grinned then wet her lips.
“What?” I asked.
Princess Ava – Echur, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch
I scuttled through my father’s study again. I’d done this hundreds of times. But I can’t find his secret. It had to be in here somewhere. But after three days of searching, I couldn’t find it. I used every moment of free time I had, leaving the jade beetle hidden in the room.
So long as my father was gone, no one would discover it. But he could return at any day. I had to find it.
I crawled across the desk. I’d managed to open it up just enough for me to wiggle my body in. I crawled up the side, my little feet had these sharp claws and the wood, while looking smooth to me as a big human, was actually full of all these little grooves and bumps I could grip on.
No wonder insects could crawl on walls and ceilings.
I scurried up the two body lengths to the top, how I measured everything. I perched on top of the drawer, looking around for a new place to explore, struggling to think where my father might have hidden his secret.
Unless it wasn’t in here.
My wings fluttered in agitation. It had to be in here. I needed to find this. He had to be stopped. He had to pay for the cruel acts he did. I’d searched through all the books on his shelves, looking for any hidden papers in them. I went behind every piece of furniture, looking for anything hidden. I’d even wiggled my body beneath his throw rug, spending over an hour in the suffocating darkness going back and forth across the floor searching for a concealed trap door.
I sighed, crawling down the desk drawer three body lengths to the bottom and…
Three body lengths?
I scurried back up it to the top and peered inside the drawer. I could see the bottom. Only a few loose quills rattled around in this drawer. Nothing else. But… It wasn’t as deep on the inside as the outside. Why?
A hidden compartment?
My antennae twitched. I crawled inside. I scrambled around the bottom, probing the wooden bottom with my antennae. And… There was gap. Between the bottom and the sides. It was a panel laid over a compartment.
I clicked my mandibles and set about prying up the edges. Finally.
Zizthithana, Istandar of Hizzithya – Kozzithni, The Shahdom of Shizhuth
My scales rasped together as I sat coiled on my battlements, staring out at the city of Kozzithni, the capital of the province I ruled. The humans scurried about their tasks while my soldiers patrolled the street keeping order.. The sun set red over the Despeir Mountains to the west. I gazed at it, my forked tongue flicking out of my mouth.
“He’s overdue,” I hissed, not seeing anything on the road leading from the pass.
“Yes, dread mistress,” my lamia slave yowled, kneeling at my side naked, her leash held in my right hand. My left slid down my naked torso, crossing the boundary where my human skin met the scales of my lower body, the silky soft transitioning to polished marble.
“This isn’t good.” My tongue flicked again. Therek’s cargo was too important to my client for it to be lost. My scales rasped louder, my stomach twisted. I needed to keep my client happy. I needed the promised power to seize control of the Shahdom, to elevate myself from the ruler of Hizzithya and seize the throne for myself.
“Perhaps he was merely delayed,” Shilia purred, the lamia rubbing her cheek against my scales, the sensation rippling through my body.
I yanked on her chain. She let out a coughing whimper, her collar choking her neck, pain flaring in her slitted eyes. “Delayed? He knows the importance of his mission. He’d let nothing delay him.”
“Then… where… is… he…?” Shilia choked, face turning red, ears twitching violently.
I hissed my frustration. “Send for Gorth’in. We leave in the morning.”
I gazed at the Despeir Mountains, tongue flicking the air, tasting Shilia’s fear as she scampered away, her leash sliding out of my loosened grip. I tightened my coiled lower body, the serpentine scales rubbing together.
Only one thing could have stopped Warleader Therek: death. A chill sank into my heart. My client would not be pleased at all.
To be continued…
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