The Rogue’s Harem Book One, Chapter Thirteen: Frustrated Silence

 

The World of Erasthay

The Rogue’s Harem Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Women

Chapter Thirteen: Frustrated Silence

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2016


Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Voyeurism, Incest, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex

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Kora Falk – Cheyvn, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch

I bit my lip, trying not to moan aloud as I masturbated in the corner of my brother’s inn room. Three fingers of my right hand plunged in and out of my silky, wet pussy. Pleasure rippled through my body, soft whimpers escaping my lips. My left hand massaged my round breast, tugging on a pink nipple, twisting it.

It was so hot. My brother’s muscular ass rising and falling, pumping away as he plunged his cock over and over into Princess Ava’s proxy. The rose-quartz statue heaved beneath my brother, moaning with the princess’s sultry gasps. Her red-pink skin, swirled with milky white, glittered like a field of stars as she moved.

A work of art.

A shiver rushed through my body. I shouldn’t be moving. My spell didn’t make me invisible, only blended me in the background. Too much movement made it obvious. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted to join them. I wanted to crawl in their bed and make love to them both. To share my brother with the princess.

But then she would know about our incestuous relationship. She’d despise us for crossing that line. Being as despicable as her father who carved her flesh. Who sought to bed his own daughter and transgress in her pussy. Sven and I had to hide our forbidden love.

But I didn’t want to.

Juices trickled down my thighs. Their moans echoed through the room, building to their climax. And I rose with them. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. Silky pleasure rippled through my body while my orgasm approached, hurtling at me like an out-of-control carriage, unstoppable.

I wanted it so much.

Sven drove his cock harder, the princess’s moans screeching from her lips. The wonder of sex enhanced by the art of her body. I wished to paint them in their embrace, capturing their rapture for all time, immortalize the love and desire they shared.

“Sven,” I whimpered, my pussy tightening on my digits.

He groaned, driving into her, flooding the proxy’s body with his cum. My cunt spasmed, twitched, so envious of them. I loved the feel of his incestuous cum pumping into my depths, filling me to the brim. I quivered, caught on the cusp of exploding, wishing I writhed with them.

Ava whimpered her own rapture, pleasured by my brother. A stud who gave women the pleasure they craved. He pleased them. Pleased me. And instead of jealousy, I felt joy that he gave Ava such ecstasy.

My pussy spasmed hard, convulsed. Euphoria raced out of my snatch as I came. I grit my teeth, my head banging back into the wall as I writhed. My naked body danced to the rapturous symphony playing in my snatch. Juices flooded down my thighs.

My lips quivered.

My breasts jiggled, my ruby amulet bouncing between them.

I swayed to the music of ecstasy.

The rapture reached its crescendo. The symphony played its loudest, stirring chords that quivered my body, and then quieted to a whispering delight. The decrescendo left me shivering and gasping, my eyes blinking.

I smiled, pulling my fingers from my pussy, tasting my tangy juices, I sucked on them as Sven and Ava shared their kisses, loving each other. I buzzed so much from my own orgasm, I almost missed the princess’s words.

I blinked, jarred by them, wondering why we’d need a faerie to find the proxy army’s control. To find the means to stop her father conquest and oppression. Then we could avenge our parents’ and sister’s murders. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask the question.

Luckily, Sven did. “Why do we need a faerie?” He rolled off Ava’s rose quartz body, lying beside her, his cock half-hard. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“I was shocked, too,” Ava said, her hand stroked down to her pussy. The stone finger scooped up Sven’s cum leaking out of her. She stared at it. “I wish I could taste through the statue.”

“Ava?” Sven asked. “That didn’t answer my question.”

No, it didn’t. I wanted to interject, but I had to be quiet. I had to stay in the corner and watch. I didn’t like it one bit.

“I’ve been searching his office,” Ava said, rubbing the cum on her proxy’s quartz nipple, leaving it glistening with milky seed. I wanted to lick it off. To suck on her nub.

“Bold,” Sven grinned. “I like it.”

“I thought you would,” Ava purred. “I just asked myself, what would you do? And I came up with it. I have a proxy stashed in there. A little jade beetle.”

It sounded dangerous. What if her father found out? He’d recognize a proxy. They were the only two people in the Princedoms who could imbue. It was a rare gift, found only in a few bloodlines. We couldn’t lose Ava’s information on the movements of her father’s guards and soldiers. Prince Meinard had a streak of cruelty. Would being his daughter protect her?

My stomach roiled. I wanted to shout out the warning. I couldn’t even groan in frustration.

“While searching, I found a hidden panel in a desk drawer. And there it was, the information I needed. It was a document prepared by his pet mage talking about the best place to hide the ‘kennel’ and the ‘lodestone.’”

“Kennel?” Sven frowned. “That doesn’t sound like what we need.”

“The real question is, who hides a kennel in the realm of Faerie?” asked Princess Ava. “He made a deal with a faerie lord named Duke Gallchobhar. They appear to have made an alliance to help each other with their goals. This Gallchobhar has ambition in Faerie.”

“And your father doesn’t care about what goes on in their world.” Sven stared up at the ceiling.
I ground my teeth. He needed to ask about this lodestone and the kennel, not the politics. And the most important question: How to stop this lodestone.

“So, what’s this lodestone?” Sven asked.

I fought my explosive exhalation.

“I’m not sure, but it’s important to my father. He has it hidden in Faerie.” Princess Ava stroked her rosy hand down Sven’s stomach, crystals glittering. She reached his cock, playing with the tip. “That’s why you need a faerie.”

“Why?” Sven asked, dick twitching in the princess’s stony fingers. She massaged his precum into the crown of his dick.

I wanted to shout out, “Because only a faerie can activate the mushroom rings to cross over to their realm.” Didn’t everyone know that? I learned it in temple. And my brother did attend the University of Az. I was certain the Fencing College taught more than just swordplay.

“To cross over into Faerie,” giggled Ava. “You did not pay attention in our Semi-Divine Races and Their Impact upon Zeutch class.”

Sven grinned at her, that playful yet manly smile that always made my pussy quiver. “Well, there was this beautiful princess distracting me with her blushes.”

“I was still an innocent virgin then,” Ava sighed. “Before you got your lecherous hands on me.”

“So lecherous.” He slid a hand up her crystal body, cupping a breast that was both stony and soft like flesh. He thumbed over her cum-stained nipple, making her quiver.

I ground my teeth. He needed to stay focused.

“Well, where do we find a faerie?” my brother managed to ask, not wholly lost to his big, throbbing dick. I loved that dick, I did, but it took a lot of blood to maintain, starving his brain sometimes.

“There’s report of one causing mischief in the Forest of Lhes.”

Sven blinked. “That’s a huge area.”

“You’re resourceful,” she said. “The villages of Uthia, Hos Elv, and Na’zilir have complained to my father about a faerie souring their milk, molesting maidens, switching babies, dying all the sheep’s wool exotic colors, and the like. It even rained frogs once.”

That sounded like a bored faerie.

“My father didn’t care,” Ava said, her face tightening. “He didn’t even respond as near as I can tell. Just ignored their petition.”

“Well, it’s a place to start.” Then a grin crossed Sven’s face. “So, molesting maidens. Beautiful, young women. A man after my own heart.”

“On, it’s not a male faerie but a female,” giggled Ava. “She’s got quite the taste for virgin cunt. Know any?”

Sven shook his head. “Not after I’ve spent time with them.”

“Mmm, I remember,” Ava purred, her hand stroking his dick again. “So if you can capture this faerie, get her to help you, and find the lodestone, you can undercut my father’s power. Stop his mad conquest.”

I bit my lip, wanting to ask about the kennel part. Why did he call it that? And why was he conspiring with the nagas of the Shahdom of Shizhuth? Questions burst through me, aching to ask them, but couldn’t. Already, Sven had forgotten how to think. Instead, he nuzzled at Ava’s neck, nibbling at her chin as he twisted her nipple.

“This sounds like such a difficult task,” groaned Sven as he kissed to her glittering lips.

“You’re resourceful,” she moaned. “I know you’ll succeed. You and Kora can do anything. And then… once he’s dead, you’ll be my prince-consort. You’ll help me build peace instead of war.”

Sven kissed her hard on the mouth.

I groaned, my pussy growing hotter again. My fingers played with my nipples as I watched their mouths merge, her left hand stroking his stubbled cheek. He loved her as much as me. I shouldn’t be annoyed with him for not asking all the important questions, they hadn’t been together in a year.

But, still, he shouldn’t think with that dick.

Sven broke the kiss. “Why don’t you roll onto your hands and knees.”

“Ooh, yes, I haven’t been fucked by a man in so long,” she purred.

“Good,” Sven groaned. “I don’t want any other man getting to touch you.”

“But you can fuck all the women you want?” she asked, rolling over onto her hands and knees.

“But you think that’s hot,” Sven said. “That your man is so impressive other women want him. Want to fuck him. Want to be pleased by him. All while knowing I love you.”

“Yes!” she hissed. “You’ve bewitched me. Your cock is magical. I just know it. That priestess of Slata you impressed enchanted it, didn’t she?”

“Maybe,” he said.

I groaned, plunging my right hand between my thighs as my brother moved behind her. As he thrust into her pussy, I buried my fingers into my twat. I groaned, my body shuddering as the pleasure rippled through me.

To be continued…

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