The Rogue’s Harem Book One, Chapter Seventeen: A Father’s Lusts


The World of Erasthay

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

Chapter Chapter Seventeen: A Father’s Lusts

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2018

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

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Sven Falk

“There were a good dozen of them, Ava,” I said as I parted the rosy thighs of the princess’s proxy. Like she had every night since we’d left Cheyvn, she’d inhabited her proxy to hear about our progress. And to enjoy my body.

I felt terrible for Kora, having to wait outside until I finished with the princess, but Ava couldn’t know about my incestuous affair with my sister. She wouldn’t understand. I loved them both, but I couldn’t have them both.

“A dozen!” she gasped, her quartz eyes glittering, the lamplight reflecting the small crystals embedded through the statue’s body.

“And we had to fight them off,” Zanyia said, her tail swishing so fast. “I attacked their horses while Master swung his sword back and forth, fending them off and running through those he could.”

“And what about your sister?” Ava asked, her small breasts quivering like they were made of real flesh.

“She used her magic,” Zanyia continued as I nuzzled my lips into the stony, yet soft, folds of Ava’s pussy. “She made some of them just stare off in wonder.”

“Showed them Rithi’s perfect art,” I said. “Enough to stun any man.”

“I imagine so,” Ava said. Then she shuddered, my tongue running through the folds of her pussy.

I could taste the quartz, but not the fresh taste of her pussy I truly craved. Her stony labia and inner folds felt almost like real pussy lips, but had a too smooth silkiness. They were close to the real thing. But Ava felt my touch, too. Her body quivered. I missed out on the joy of tasting her, but I still had the delight of pleasuring my princess.

And that made it worth it.

Enjoying Ava the last few nights reminded me just how much I’d missed out over the last year. Though I gained my relationship with Kora finally, I still missed having my naughty princess in my bed. I wish I could have them both, that Ava could understand the forbidden love I shared with my sister.

Instead, I dove into her pussy, driving away those thoughts and concentrating on licking and nuzzling and making my princess feel amazing. Ava groaned, her body quivering, her rosy thighs tightening about my face.

“Oh, Sven, yes,” she gasped. “A dozen soldiers. You’re so brave.”

“He is so brave,” Zanyia purred. “He instantly realized when that mean sergeant recognized us. And he acted. Just threw his knife.”

“Remarkable,” panted Ava. “Oh, Sven, yes. You’re such a good pussy licker.”

“Master loves pussy,” giggled the lamia.

“Yes, he does.”

“Your little boobies jiggle so much when he licks you.” Zanyia licked her lips. Then she leaned over and latched onto Ava’s glittering nipple. The princess gasped, her thighs tightening on my face again. The lamia’s cheeks hollowed, her ears twitching as she suckled.

My dick ached and throbbed as I licked through her folds, aching to bury into her. After a day of hard riding, I yearned for a release. We pushed ourselves all the way until the sun had vanished and the rode grew too dark to see. And now we could relax.

Enjoy a princess’s pussy, even if only by proxy.

Ava whimpered and squirmed. My tongue found her clit peeking out of her folds. I circled the little rose bud then sucked on it. Her back arched. She let out a gasping cry of passion. I jammed two fingers into her smooth depths, pumping in and out of her, driving her wild.

“Sven, Sven, I…” Her head shot up. “Oh, no. I have to go.”

Before I could ask, the statue went lifeless. Then began shrinking. I jerked my finger out of her pussy. Zanyia hissed in surprise, her hair bristling, her tail sticking out straight behind her. The magic animating the statue vanished. It dwindled down into a little statuette the size of my hand.

“What’s going on, Master?” Zanyia asked.

“Probably her father,” I groaned. “She can’t let him know she’s using her powers, or he’ll wonder which proxy she’s inhabiting. She has a bedmaid with her to wake her up in case someone comes to her chambers. This happens every now and then.”

“But she’s fine?” Zanyia’s eyes were large saucers.

“She’s fine,” I grinned at her. “Her father would never hurt her. So why don’t you go get Kora.”

Zanyia licked her mouth. “Yes, Master.”


Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

Pain flared in my nipple as I sprang back into my body, gasping hard. I severed the link with my proxy fast, jarred by the change in sensations. Greta, my maid, savaged my nipple hard. The sharp pain reached into my awareness of my stone flesh to alert me of danger.

“What?” I asked.

“Your father is at your door,” Greta said, tugging up my nightgown to properly cover me. “He’s demanding to see you. I told him you were sleeping.”

A loud knock came from the entrance to my apartments, muffled by my closed bedroom door. “Ava, my sweetling, open up. I need to see you.”

I shivered. He’d been gone for a week. A week free of my father’s lusting eyes. Of not having to give him handjobs and blowjobs to fend off his desire for my body. But day-by-day, he came closer and closer to crossing that line into incest. I knew one day I’d have to surrender to him.

So I had to keep up the pretense I loved him. But after what he did to Sven’s parents and his little sister, Katriana, I only despised my father. He killed Sven’s family trying to murder him and end our betrothal.

Father wanted me all to himself.

“Let him in before he orders his solders to hack down my door,” I said, sitting up on my pillows. I folded my hands before me, my blankets covering me up to my waist. I stared down at my nightgown’s bodice.

I winced. Why did I wear one so low-cut to bed? I needed a far more modest one, not one that showed off most of my small breasts. Worst, my nipples poked hard at the fabric, my body still aroused from Sven’s wonderful pussy licking.

I groaned, so close to my climax.

Greta scurried out of my bedchamber, the buxom maid’s large breasts bouncing in her thin nightgown, her blonde hair trailing behind her. I heard her pad through my sitting room and open the doors to my chambers.

“Your highness, your daughter awaits,” she said.

“About time,” my father muttered.

I took a deep breath, trembling. Why did he have to ever return from… wherever he went? Anger and disgust swirled through me. I pushed them down. I couldn’t let myself show my contempt, my disgust, for my father and his actions.

So many heinous acts. Allowing the nagas to take his own people as slaves. Murdering Sven and Kora’s family. The ominous kennel he had hidden in the realm of Faerie along with his Lodestone. His madness had to be stopped. He’d drown the whole world in blood with his unfeeling, inhuman army.

So long as the princes struggled to claim the Kaiser’s throne and rule all of Zeutch as one kingdom again, the Strife would continue. More innocents would die for the ambition of my father and other horrid men.

He strode in, his head almost brushing the top of my doorway. A tall man, made thin and wiry in the years since my mother’s death. All the flesh had melted from him, along with all the doughty good cheer. The loving man of my childhood wasted away by the disease of power.

Though his eyes smoldered, they still were the same chilly blue. He licked bloodless lips, staring at my breasts. His cock swelled the tight, gray hose he wore, the woolen tights that clad his legs. He rubbed hands on his ash doublet while marching towards my bed.

“Welcome home, Father,” I said. “I am glad you woke me. I have worried so much for your safety while you were gone.”

“I knew you would,” he said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. He reached out, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it like I were a lady he corrupted instead of his daughter. His own flesh and blood.

Disgusting pig.

“I missed you so much,” he said, kissing the back of my hand again. Then closer to my wrist. “I yearned for you. I felt so cold, so empty, without seeing you.”

I stiffened for a moment, his lips kissing to my wrist, pushing up the hem of my nightgown to find more of my flesh. I knew it then. What would happen tonight. I took a deep breath. I could endure this, stay in his good graces, and then help my true love destroy him.

“My bed was frigid, Father,” I said. “But now that you’re here, such joy warms it. And my heart.”

“Yes,” he groaned, now kissing up my sleeve, moving closer and closer to me. “I know this is wrong, my sweetling, but…”

“But you are a prince,” I groaned. “And soon you shall be kaiser. Who can tell you what is right or wrong in your own household?”

Saying those words sent a strange excitement through me at the same time it horrified me. Tonight, my father would satiate his lusts in me. He would use my body, and part of me yearned for that taboo transgression.

I shivered then realized it was just my lingering horniness stirred by Sven. Not that I lusted for my father. Not that I wanted to cross into incest with him. No, no. My pussy itched from Sven’s lapping tongue, my body craving any satisfaction, not caring that it came from my hated father.

“Oh, my sweetling,” he groaned, reaching my shoulder with his lips. I felt him through my thin nightgown. “How I’ve craved this night.”

His hand cupped my breast, thumb rubbing linen fabric against my nipple. I didn’t fight the groan brought about by the tingles racing down to my hot snatch. I groaned and squirmed, shuddering beneath his stirring touch.

Then his lips were at my neck, his hand squeezing my breast through the nightgown. He cupped my small tit in his grip with ease while his rough whiskers scratched at my flesh. I craned my head, leaning back into my pillows, letting him have access to my body.

I could endure this.

His tongue licked up my neck to my jaw. He followed it to my lips. I closed my eyes, kissing my father. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I shivered beneath him, my body trembling, his hand squeezing my breast harder. Our tongues danced, caressed, incestuous pleasure rippling through my body from my aching nub.

His hand shoved into my bodice, touching my breast directly. I sighed into his mouth, kissing him back, my hand stroking his whiskered cheek. His calloused fingers pinched and rolled my nipple, working it between them.

My pussy melted, not caring that we committed incest.

My hatred spurred me to kiss him harder. A strange perversion gripped me, like something external reached into me and seized my lusts. My mouth worked against his. My arm went around his neck, pulling him tight as I whimpered and groaned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, begging for attention.

Father broke our kiss, leaving me breathless. “I knew you burned for me. You want this, don’t you?”


“I do, Father,” I whimpered. “I’ve dreamed of it so much.”

“This is why I had to… remove your—”

I kissed him again, not wanting to hear his justifications right now. I poured my anger into my lips, turning it into passion. My body quivered, his hand moving down from my breast now, sliding across my side, reaching my hip. He pushed beneath the blankets, stroking my thighs until he found the nightgowns hem.

Then he slid up my flesh. I quivered, my legs parting as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His hand crept up my inner thighs, reaching for my treacherous pussy. My snatch craved his touch, aching for the incestuous caress of my father’s fingers.

I whimpered when he found my pussy. Breaking the kiss, I moaned, “Father!”

“Yes,” he groaned, stroking my hot cunt. His fingers slid through my blonde curls, stroking my pussy lips. He found my clit, peeking out of its little hood, and stroked it.

My body quivered.

“You’re molten for me. You want me so badly.”

“So badly, Father,” I whimpered, hating how true those words were. Right now, I wanted to fuck my father. I wanted to feel his cock in me. I wanted to buck my body, to pour out all my anger into my passion and explode on this monster.

What was wrong with me?

I quivered again as he rubbed my clit. He kissed at my neck as I whimpered and moaned. My passion sang through my bed chambers. His rough fingers moved lower, caressing my pussy lips. Then two entered me.


My pussy clenched on his invading digits. My eyes fluttered, my heart racing. I humped against his probing fingers. He kissed lower and lower, pressing down into my bodice as he stirred my pussy, my cream flowing.

His lips found my nipple. He sucked on my nub. My snatch tightened on his probing fingers. Such delight tingled through me. I whimpered and squirmed, the pleasure building and building in the depths of my cunt.

My father knew how to touch a woman.

He kissed and sucked on my nipple. He nipped it. he made me squirm and writhe. His fingers pumped faster and faster in my snatch. I snarled, my fingernails digging into the back of his neck, clawing at him as I humped.

“So hot,” he groaned. “So passionate. You boil like your mother. And just as beautiful as her, my sweetling.” He liked his lips. “But do you taste as good?”

“Find out, Father!” I moaned. “Eat my pussy!”

More shame burned through me as I begged for my father to give me pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head as he moved down my body, pushing down my blankets, hiking up my nightgown up around my waist. I squirmed as he settled between my spread thighs, gazing at my pussy impaled on his digits.

“Yes, yes, devour me!” I hissed, so angry at myself, at him, at my passion. And so eager for his incestuous touch, for my quivering orgasm. “Make me cum, Father!”

Sparks flared at his licking touch. His tongue flicked around his fingers up to my clit. I groaned, hating and loving it all at the same time. My thighs squeezed about his head, wanting to crush him, wanting to hold him in place. I whimpered, my hands reaching over my head, as I humped against his licking mouth and pumping fingers.

Wicked delight rushed through me. My eyes fluttered, blonde hair spilling about my face as I quivered. My exposed breasts jiggled, pink nipples glistening with Father’s spit. He plunged his fingers faster and faster through me, feasting on my cunt, flicking my clit.

“You taste so fresh,” he groaned. “Like your mother had as a maid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Love me like you loved her, Father.”

His lips sealed on my clit. I gasped, bucking, my pussy clenching down on his thrusting digits. They send delight rippling through my molten snatch and radiating out into my body. I bucked harder, the incestuous pleasure swelling and swelling in me.

Why did my body have to enjoy this so much? It made it harder, craving his touch, eager for the explosion to cum. I drank in the feel of his fingers reaming my cunt, his tongue flicking my clit, his eyes staring up at me. My father ate me. My father pleasured me.

My father made me cum.

“Daddy!” I gasped, calling him that for the first time since Mother’s death. “Yes, yes, Daddy!”

“My sweet princess,” he groaned, feeling my hot snatch convulsing on his fingers. “Cry out your passion.”

He stared up at my face twisting in rapture, hearing my whimpering moans as he feasted on my cunt. He flicked my clit, making my breasts jiggle as the rapture surged through me. My juices flooded out into his hungry mouth.

He lapped them up as the humiliating ecstasy flooded my mind. My eyes squeezed shut as I bucked. I wanted to pretend Sven ate me, but I knew it was my father. That what we did violated the laws of men.

I came harder.

“Daddy, Daddy, I need you!” my traitorous voice cried out. “In me! Please, Daddy!”

“Yes, my sweetling,” he groaned and rose to claim my pussy with his cock. To fully transgress in my body. He yanked down his hose, his dick spilling out.

My thighs parted wide. I ached for this. I pulled him to me, kissing him hard, tasting my fresh juices. I hated him so much. I wanted to fuck him to death. His cock rubbed at the entrance to my pussy. I thrust forward, impaling my pussy down his dick.

He groaned, feeling my wicked passion. I locked my thighs about his waist, crushing him as hard as I could while I worked my cunt up and down his incestuous shaft. I groaned and hissed as I clawed his back through his doublet.

He was smaller than Sven, but my pussy didn’t care. My cunt boiled around his dick, my orgasm still howling through my body. I groaned, shivering, moaning. Pleasure raced through my body, mixing with the shame, the anger.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” I howled, working my hips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “My sweetling has grown into a woman.”

His right hand squeezed my breast, his left gripping my ass. He plowed his cock into my hot depths. My father’s dick pounded me. The friction burned so hot, keeping my cunt spasming, my orgasm rippling through my body.

“I’m going to breed such a strong baby in you. The uniting of our bloodlines. Our son shall be the most powerful king in the world.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” I gasped, the words tumbling from my mouth. “Breed me.”

“My sweetling! He’ll be the kaiser over all. More powerful than the High King.”

“He will,” I moaned, lost to the incestuous rapture. I couldn’t control myself. My pussy spasmed wildly, my orgasm crashed through my body.

I bucked and heaved beneath him, loving his rough hand squeezing my ass and tit. He thumbed my nipple, sending more hot passion through my body. My eyes widened. I shivered, the rapture shooting through me. I groaned and gasped, rising on the wings of my orgasm.

I came harder and harder. The euphoric waves rippled through me as my father’s dick plunged over and over into my pussy. He grunted and groaned. He rammed his dick into me. Then his back arched. He buried to the hilt in me.

“My sweetling!” he groaned as his incestuous seed flooded my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! Breed your little girl!”

My orgasm intensified. Reached its peak of shameful pleasure. I thrashed and convulsed beneath him. My fingernails scraped along the velvet of his doublet. My nipples ached. And more and more of his cum spurted into me.

“My beautiful princess,” he groaned. “My sweetling, what a son we shall create.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, knowing I would forever have his trust after this. He would never suspect me plotting with his enemies. With the man I truly wanted to breed me.

I could not wait for Sven to kill my father. Why did I have to enjoy this? Why did I have to cum so hard? So much?

My father pulled out of me. “I have things to attend to,” he said, his passions dying, becoming remote like he had after mother’s death. He put his cock away the. straightened his doublet. “I will visit your chambers later.”

“I look forward to it, Daddy,” I cooed even as I felt the tears build. Why did I enjoy it so much?

I felt so dirty now, my father’s cum leaking out of me. The door closed as he left. A sobbing shudder wracked my body. I was a freak. I enjoyed the incestuous sex with my father. I’d known him all my life. He raised me.

It was so wrong.

I needed Sven. I needed to be held by him. I reached out to my proxy.

To be continued…

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