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Zanyia – Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Let’s talk,” I told Nathalie. The Zeutchian girl was watching Sven, Kora, and the faerie with tremulous eyes.

“Okay,” the girl said, her fingers wet with my pussy juices. We had made each other cum. I loved that. Cumming. So wonderful.

The girl stood on her lithe legs, her golden-blonde, braided pigtails swayed about her shoulders, her small breasts jiggling. They were the same size as mine, though I was older than the girl. Hers would probably grow larger than mine as she matured. Her hand clenched mine as I led her to the tent. It had been such an exciting evening. The scent of blood still lingered in the air.

And that always excited me. I was a lamia. Though my race was raised as slaves by the nagas across the Despeir Mountains, we were still similar to cats. We liked to hunt, to eat meat. We liked the taste of blood. And since we were creatures born of Las’s indiscriminate masturbation, sex was ingrained in us.

So my pussy dripped with excitement.

I pushed aside the flaps of the tent, the insides reeking of hot pussy. Such a wonderful scent. A purr rose in my throat, my triangular ears twitching atop my head and my tail swaying behind me. It brushed Nathalie’s thighs.

She giggled. “I like your tail.”

She grabbed it and I yowled, “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!” Her hand flinched back.

I shivered, my tail swishing fast. “It’s okay. You didn’t know.” I squeezed her hand.

She gave me a nervous smile.

Purring, I pulled her to the mused bedding where Kora and I were making love before the attack. “My race doesn’t like having our tails grabbed. Only Sven can do it.”

“Because he owns you?”

I nodded, smiling happily as I yanked her down to the bedding.

“You’re his sex slave?” Nathalie asked as she settled down beside me. She didn’t resist as I rolled her onto her stomach, her cute tush so round and perky. I stroked down her spine, making her shudder. “You do whatever he says?”

“Whatever he says,” I answered. “I’m his sex slave. It’s so wonderful giving myself to him. To surrendering to his love. It’s so different than being a slave by force. Sven cares for me. He understands that I need to be owned. It was bred into me. But I don’t have to be afraid around him. I know he won’t ever harm me. He might hurt me.” My hand stroked her butt-cheek then gave her a pinch. “He might spank me or flog me. He might twist my nipples. But he knows that it will make me wet.”

“It does?” the girl asked, her voice rising in awe. She stared at me with her blue eyes, her left cheek resting on her folded arms. “Why?”

“Because pain and pleasure are so closely related,” I said. “They can blend from one to the other. A man can fuck you so hard your pussy actually hurts. But it’s such a wonderful ache. And other times, he can spank you so hard that the burning pain becomes euphoria. It makes you drunk. It makes the sex incredible.”

“Wow,” she said, shuddering. “It was already incredible. Feeling Sven slide his cock into me, fucking me harder than he fucked my mother. I know I pleased him more than her.”

“You didn’t like your mother cheating on your father,” I purred. “But you just had to know why she did it.”
“I know why,” she said. “Because of Sven. He’s amazing. Wonderful.”

“Yes, he is.” My purr rose in my throat, rumbling with my joy. My tail swished more. “You love him.”

She nodded her head, her eyes bright. “I fell in love with him watching him with my mother, seeing how he pleased her. He was so handsome, so passionate. That’s why I came with him.”

“And you’ll make him a wonderful sex slave,” I smiled, squeezing her ass, my fingers dipping into her butt-cheeks.

“Slave!” she gasped. “No, no, I want to be his wife.”

“But you can’t be his wife,” I told her. “He already got a faerie wife. He just married her.”

“I can be his human wife,” objected Nathalie. Her eyes were swimming with need. “I would be a great wife. I would love him and raise his children and never nag him or fight with him like my mother does with Father. It’s why he spends so much time in the village. I wouldn’t be anything like her. I wouldn’t cuckold him, either.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” I purred. “That’s why you’ll make such a wonderful sex slave.”

“But—”

“He’s engaged to marry a princess,” I told her.

Her eyes widened. “A princess?”

“Princess Ava, the daughter of Prince Meinard. They love each other. They’re already promised. And he also has his sister. She’s his sister-wife. See, he’s already got three wives, or he will. He can’t have any more. But what he can have is lots and lots of sex slaves.”

My fingers wiggled into her butt-crack, searching, finding her asshole. I stroked her puckered sphincter as she wiggled on the bed. Her face furrowed with disappointment. But I could see it. This girl was so submissive. The way she let Sven bring her out here. I had keen hearing. I heard what she was doing with Sven while I made love to Kora.

“He could have a fourth wife,” she protested after a moment.

“When you slipped out of the tent to fuck Sven, what was the first thing you did?”

“I…” She licked her lips. “I gave him a blowjob.”

“Now I know he licked your mother’s pussy first. When you watched them, you saw him going down on your mother, making her cum so hard before he fucked her.” I paused, pressing the tip of my middle finger against her asshole, her puckered ring resisting my digit’s intrusion. “But you didn’t have him lick your pussy. You sucked his cock. Why?”

“Why? Because I wanted to give him pleasure,” she said. “And I know from my friends that boys like it when you suck their cocks. They like girls who do that. Who please them. And I wanted to please him so much.”

“Just like a good sex slave would,” I purred, my finger pressing harder.

Her eyes widened as my digit wormed into her asshole. I wiggled it around in her virgin bowels, feeling the velvety texture of her anal sheath. She whimpered, her cute tush clenching, her asshole tightening about my finger.

“Being a slave doesn’t mean Sven won’t love you,” I purred. “He will love you. He’ll care for you. And you’ll get to please him.” I worked my finger in and out of her asshole. “You’ll get to devote yourself to pleasing him. And in exchange, he’ll protect you, he’ll make you feel good, and you’ll get to be with him. It doesn’t matter that he’s married to a princess, because you’ll still be in his life. In their lives.” I grinned. “Princess Ava loves playing with me. And she’ll play with you, too. Sven will share you.”

“But…” she whimpered, her hips wiggling as I fingered her asshole.

“It’s the only way you’ll be with him,” I told her. “He fucks lots of women. But if you’re his sex slave, he’ll have to take care of you. He’ll have to love you. And you’ll be with him, making him happy.” I hesitated, slipping a second finger into her asshole. Her face twisted with pleasure as I pressed on, “Don’t you want to make him happy?”

“So much, Zanyia,” she said, voice tight and throaty.

“With your asshole?” I asked. “Don’t you want to make him cum with this tight hole?”

“I do,” she moaned, her body shuddering. I pumped my fingers faster and faster in her velvety sheath, my tail swishing behind me, my own pussy burning. This was so hot. She whimpered, “I want to make him happy. I want to make him cum!”

“Of course you do,” I purred, stirring her bowels with my finger by twisting my wrist as I plunged over and over in her. I massaged her asshole. Such pleasure shot through her. “You want to be owned by Sven. Say it.”

“I want to be owned by him!” she moaned, her eyes wide in realization. “I want to be his sex slave!”

“Yes!” I purred and kissed her on the mouth.

I pressed against her body, feeling her tremble. Her orgasm rippled through her, her bowels writhing about my fingers. She moaned into our kiss, her lips tasting so sweet. The fourteen-year-old girl convulsed as her pleasure burned through her.

And such joy burst in me. I found Master another sex slave. Sven deserved to have all the beautiful, submissive women serving him. And I would find them. When he killed that dastardly Prince Meinard and married Princess Ava, I would fill their castle with sex slaves all dedicated to loving them.

It would be beautiful.

My tail swished with so much joy.

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Sven Falk

“Master, can you come here?” Zanyia called from the tent as I lay with Aingeal and my sister Kora. They were both cuddled up against me, the faerie’s pink hair spilled across my chest, brushing Kora’s golden locks.

“What?” I asked, my voice still slightly dazed. I had a faerie-wife. Ava would not be happy. I didn’t even know what to make of the playful and mischievous creature cuddled against my right side, her pillowy breasts soft against my chest.

“Please, come here. Nathalie has something for you.”

“She sounds excited,” Aingeal said. “You should go. I bet it’s naughty.”

“Might as well enjoy the girl one more time before you return her home,” Kora said. Her eyes flicked across my chest to Aingeal. “And it will let me get to know my new sister-in-law better.”

“Ooh, yes!” Aingeal grinned. “Go, my husband, and enjoy the delights found in the tent.”

I rose from between the two, my dick already hardening. Kora’s priestess magic had blessed it. Though I had cum several times already tonight, I was aching and ready for more. Zanyia yanked her head back into the tent. Giggles came from inside.

Naughty giggles.

I sauntered over, a roguish grin crossing my lips. I did want to enjoy Nathalie. Fucking her mother had been exciting, but this girl was something special. Tight and nubile and youthful. It was a shame I didn’t realize I was breaking in her virgin pussy until I thrust through her hymen. I could have savored that moment more.

I threw aside the tent flap and found Nathalie kneeling, her ass pointed right at me. Zanyia sat nearby, her legs spread wide, her fingers busy playing with her pussy, brushing her tawny curls damp with her cream.

Nathalie reached behind herself, grabbed her butt-cheeks, and parted them, exposing a puckered, brown sphincter. She wiggled her ass at me, her wispy, blonde bush drenched with her pussy juices. “Master,” Nathalie moaned, “will you please fuck your slave’s asshole?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Master?”

“She’s your slave, Master,” Zanyia said, her fingers plunging faster into her snatch. “When a girl says she’s your sex slave, you have to accept her. Own her. Love her. And care for her. It’s a very important gift.”

“You’re being impertinent,” I told Zanyia. “I don’t have to do anything if she’s my slave.”

The lamia gave me a toothy grin. “So you admit she’s your slave?”

I hesitated. “I don’t get a say in this, do I?”

“Nope,” Zanyia purred. “Just like with me. It’s a sacred gift. Now enjoy your new sex slave’s asshole, Master.”

“Please, Master,” moaned Nathalie. “Or use me in other ways. I’m yours. You own me now.”

“Yep, I explained it to her.” Zanyia’s ears twitched. She shoved a third finger into her juicy cunt.

“I bet you did,” I said, falling to my knees, my cock smacking Nathalie in the ass. “Well, I can’t pass up such a delicious gift.”

“She’s real tight, Master,” Zanyia added. “I fingered her. Just a bit. You’ll love her.”

I shook my head at Zanyia and her smirk. Another sex slave? Did she plan on recruiting me a harem of submissive girls that I had to own? I should just say no. If I was truly her owner, then she should listen to me.

But the way Nathalie whimpered as I moved my cock down her butt-cheeks until my tip nudged at her asshole made her so attractive. I wanted to keep her. To spank her when she was naughty. To enjoy her service. To use her for my pleasure. The way she had wanted to suck my cock, to give me pleasure…

I rammed my cock hard into her asshole.

“Master!” the girl squeaked, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Does that hurt?” I asked her, drawing back to my hips, sliding my cock through her bowels. The rough, velvety texture sent such friction through me. “Feeling my dick ram into your asshole with no lube?”

“It does hurt,” she whimpered as I thrust again, my balls smacking her clit.

“And you still want to be my sex slave.”

She threw a look over her shoulder, her braided pigtails flying, and howled, “Yes, Master!”

I slid my hands up her side, cupping her small breasts. I squeezed hard as I pounded her asshole. My balls smacked over and over into her, her butt-cheeks jiggling as I fucked her bowels. I savored the friction as I enjoyed her.

“Then you’re my slave. I’m going to keep you, use you, fuck you whenever I want. And my women will use you, too. Kora, Ava, and Aingeal will plunder your body whenever they want. They’ll make you lick their cunts.”

“Yes!” she whimpered, her bowels clenching down on my dick. “I’m yours to use, Master. Yours!”

I pinched and pulled on her nipples, loving the way she shuddered beneath me. Her moans echoed through the tent, such lovely sounds. I reveled in them. I groaned, pumping harder and harder, reaming her bowels with every bit of strength I had.

Her supple back arched. Her hips pumped back and forth, working her bowels up and down my dick. She groaned and gasped. Pain and rapture mixed in her voice as I used her. The friction swelled the growing orgasm in my balls, my cum increasing in pressure, eager to burst out of my dick and into her body.

“Yes, yes, yes, use my asshole, Master,” the girl moaned. “Oh, yes, just dump your cum in me.”

“That’s all we are, Master,” Zanyia yowled, her fingers plundering her cunt so hard and fast. Her firm tits jiggled, her ears twitching atop her head. “We’re just holes to be used by your cock.”

“Yes!” Nathalie whimpered.

I pinched her nipples hard, pulling on them. The girl squealed in agony and ecstasy. Her body quivered beneath me. Her bowels clenched down so hard on my thrusting cock. The friction increased. Her asshole burned so hot around my dick. My cock drank it in. The sensations shot through my body.

Driving me to fuck her harder and harder.

Her small body quivered beneath me. Her moans sang out through the air. She swiveled her hips, stirring my dick through her bowels. She whimpered and moaned, braided pigtails flying about her head as she tossed it.

“Master!” she groaned, her voice so throaty. “Oh, Master, yes! Use me! I love it!”

“How much do you love it?” I growled, my right hand shooting from her breast, sliding down her stomach, and finding her hot pussy. I rubbed her cunt, her juices coating my fingers. “You are dripping wet, slut!”

“Your slut!”

Her bowels squeezed down hard on my dick. Then she bucked beneath me. Hot juices flooded out of her cunt. They poured out of her and around my fingers. She moaned and gasped. I shuddered, fucking her spasming bowels, loving her orgasms burning through her.

“Did you just cum, slave?”

“So hard!” she whimpered. “I love serving you.”

“She’s perfect!” Zanyia gasped, her body convulsing, legs spasming and tail twitching with orgasmic delight. “Cum in her asshole, Master!”

“Yes!” I growled, ramming into my newest slave’s bowels.

My cock erupted into Nathalie’s spasming depths. I pumped load after load of hot cum into the slut’s bowels. I shuddered, squeezing her small tit. The pleasure surged out of me so hard and fast. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Stars burst across my vision.

Her writhing asshole milked my dick. She moaned as I pumped the last spurts of jizz into her depths. I shuddered, sucking in breath as the pleasure peaked in me. Then it died to buzzing delight. I rubbed her pussy, making her twitch and whimper as I came down from my orgasmic high.
“Did I please you, Master?” Nathalie asked, her voice so cute and girlish.

“Yes, you did, slave,” I panted. I pulled my cock out of her bowels.

I smiled as she immediately turned around, grabbed my dick, and engulfed it in her mouth. She sucked her own ass off of it, her hips wiggling. My cum stained her butt-cheeks, bubbling out of her well-fucked asshole. I shuddered, loving her tongue dancing across my dick as she cleaned me.

“See, I knew she was perfect, Master,” Zanyia purred.

“Is this you’re doing?” I asked as Nathalie bobbed her head on my dick, staring up at me with her shiny, blue eyes.

“Yep,” Zanyia nodded. “I told her how a slave should always suck her Master’s dick clean. Especially if it’s been in hers or another woman’s asshole.”

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