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Story Codes: Female/Female, Female Masturbation, Hermaphrodite/Female, Female/Teen female, Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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Kora Falk

Music of unsurpassed perfection played through the throne room. It tinkled and strummed, feeling the air with resonating notes that could hang for long moments or be swallowed by the next percussive beat. I swayed to it, my robes still open.

With the queen and my brother gone, the nobles of the court mingled and shared their pleasures. In the sky, two female fey scissored their legs together and tribbed in delight, colorful dust spilling off their bodies to rain down upon the mingling courtiers along with drops of honey-scented pussy juices. The two fey drifted, moaning, singing to the music.

My pussy itched. Zanyia had already made me cum once, but I needed more. I considered using her delicious mouth again. Or perhaps Nathalie’s. She and Zanyia were kissing before me, sharing my cream and my brother’s cum while Ealaín stood to my right and a step behind me, hovering like she needed to protect me from threats here.

And there were threats, just not the physical kind.

I could feel it in the air, the eyes watching me. They talked about me as my hips swayed to the music. I couldn’t help dancing to it. I hadn’t danced in so long. Weeks maybe. Not since dancing on the table back in Cheyvn after we first defeated the slavers and found the phylactery.

I glanced down at the red ruby swaying between my breasts. It should make my skin shudder, but I had grown used to its presence over the last two weeks. Strange how that could be. That the monstrous could become the mundane.

The more my hips danced, the more inspired I felt to put on a show for the watching fey. I was a radiant of Rithi, trained in the art of painting, sex, and dancing. My body moved with willowy grace, my feet sliding across the floor as I spun, my robe hanging loose, flaring about me.

I let it flutter to the ground, exposing my tattooed form.

Ealaín nodded to me, her yellow-bright eyes glowing with approval. With practiced ease, she began stripping out of her armor. I arched an eyebrow at her as I raised my arms over my head, my hips swinging from side-to-side. My breasts, and the amulet between them, swaying with the movement of my body, my braids dancing down my back.

Murmurs grew louder. The faerie moved around us, watching with their hungry, multi-colored eyes. They were all so young and beautiful, though I bet most had a century if not more on me; eternally fertile. I shuddered, my nipples so hard.

I stared at the aoi si as she bared more and more of her midnight-black skin. Her white hair danced about her shoulders as her hips moved, too. She was my muse, sent to inspire me. I licked my lips, such naughty ideas dancing through my mind as she bared those large, taut breasts, her nipples so dark and puckered, aroused.

A sensual beat entered the music. Above, the tribbing faeries moaned and sighed. Their dew rained down on me. I lifted my face, letting the pussy cream caress my features. Drops landed on my breasts, a fine mist of sensual juices washing across my body.

“Wow,” Nathalie gasped, cuddled with Zanyia on the floor.

“I know! Our Mistress is so sexy!” Zanyia said then purred loudly.

My hands roamed my body know, caressing it like a lover’s. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I felt my juices trickle down my thighs as I maneuvered my body to the song, letting it dictate how I shifted my hips, moved my feet, and caressed my flesh. I tweaked my nipples. I squeezed my tits. I cupped my curving ass. My fingers traced the tattooed vines flowering across my body, on my left leg up to my pussy, spilling around my pudenda, surrounding my left breast, and entwined about my right arm.

More pussy juices rained down on me, the faerie tribbing so hard above me, moaning as they humped to the excited beat of the music. It pulsed faster and faster, building up my own excitement as Ealaín removed the last piece of her armor.

She stood naked before me, her fingers caressing the black folds of her pussy. With a groan, her clit blossomed into a beautiful girl-dick. My hermaphroditic muse produce a cock to rival my brother’s.

My pussy clenched.

The courtiers buzzed even louder as I swayed to my muse. Zanyia purred with her mounting excitement. I spun once, the amulet flaring out from my tits, my braids going wide. Then I stopped right before the taller Ealaín.

Her yellow eyes smoldered. The tip of her girl-dick throbbed against my belly. It smeared precum across my pale flesh as she trembled. I grinned at her and threw my left leg high up into the air, resting my ankle on her shoulder in a display of my limberness. My pussy lips stretched wide apart, the tip of her dick nudging against my entrance.

I impaled my cunt down her shaft.

A great sigh of delight went through the watching faerie nobles. Their bodies shifted. Hands found pussies and cocks, stroking and rubbing as I sank my snatch down that amazing shaft. My toes flexed beside her head as I took her dick to the hilt.

And danced with her.

“Ealaín,” I whimpered, her hands grabbing my ass, squeezing them as I pumped my hips, sliding my pussy up and down her dick. Pleasure spilled through me, tingling me as I put on a display of the sexual art mixed with my dancing.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That is it, Radiant. Inspire them with your passion.”

My head leaned back as I wrapped my arms around her neck and my right leg about her left, supported wholly by her hands on my ass and her cock in my pussy. I undulated my lithe and limber body, pumping my pussy up and down her cock as she spun me. Not fast, but slow, letting all see my body writhing in passion on her girl-dick.

Faerie wings buzzed as they witnessed my passion. My pussy juices flowed, coating Ealaín’s cock as I fucked my snatch faster and faster up her dick, following the beat of the music. It flowed through my body, pouring through my soul.

“Rithi!” I whimpered to my Goddess.

“Wow, Mistress,” Nathalie groaned, her fingers buried into Zanyia’s pussy, the lamia returning the favor.

“You are so beautiful, Mistress,” yowled the catgirl, her ears twitching as she plundered Nathalie’s cunt, her fingers fucking in so fast.

The faeries watched me with burning eyes, their youthful, beautiful faces twisted in passion. They groaned and gasped, hands stroking dicks and digits fingering snatches. Breasts heaved and muscular chests flexed as they drank in the sight of my passion.

And then the music slowed. I shuddered, no longer slamming my cunt up and down Ealaín with every ounce of passion I possessed. Now I took my time, feeling every inch of her girl-dick caressing my pussy as I slid up and down her girth.

My head lolled back again, my braids swaying behind me as I squeezed my pussy down her snatch. Anticipation built in the music, waiting for my eruption of pleasure. It built in me with every silky glide of my cunt along her dick. I swallowed her over and over again, twitching, shuddering, moaning out my joy.

“Yes, Radiant,” groaned Ealaín, her fingers digging into my asshole. “Show them your beauty! Inspire them!”

“Yes!” I gasped, the music rising to its crescendo.

And so did I.

I slid my pussy down Ealaín’s cock, savoring every inch of her spearing deeper into me. The friction caressed my pussy walls. My eyes rolled back into my head. I let out a whimpering moan as I took every inch of Ealaín into my snatch.

Came.

My pussy spasmed about her girl-cock. My flesh writhed as the rapture shot through me. The music exploded in celebration of my orgasm. The two fey tribbing above cried out in rapture, juices falling down on me as I heaved and thrashed.

Stars danced before my eyes. I arched my back, my toes curling. Rapture rushed out of my pussy to hammer my mind with ecstasy. Over and over the pleasure beat on my thoughts. I loved it. I drank it in as I heaved in delight.

“Yes!” hissed Ealaín.

Her girl-cum fired into my pussy. I whimpered, all those eyes watching me. Jizz erupted from faeries’ cocks. Pussy juices flooded down their thighs. Their voices all merged with the harmony of the music, enhancing it. My eyes widened at the chorus rising around me as my pleasure peaked in me. More and more spunk filled my snatch.

“Rithi, thank you for your blessed art!” I howled.

And then the applause thundered around me.

I gasped and groaned, sliding off Ealaín’s cock. Dizziness assaulted me. The aoi si held me tight as I swayed, coming down from my orgasmic high. Her spunk dribbled down my thighs as I sucked in such deep breaths. I trembled, clutching my hand to my breast, gripping the phylactery dangling between them.

“That was so awesome, Mistress!” Zanyia moaned.

“It truly was!” Nathalie groaned. She pulled her fingers from between Zanyia’s thighs and popped them into her mouth, sucking them clean, her cheeks rosy from her own orgasm.

“Breathtaking,” a male faerie said, golden wings fluttering behind him. He stood tall, his chest muscular, his face almost effeminate, and so beautiful, so delicate. His ruby hair glittered with drops of pussy dew which still rained from above. “You are marvelous. I have never seen such a dance.”

“And by a mortal,” another male said, standing beside the first. He had black hair that fell in lustrous curls about his hungry face. He had a slender, rapier build about him, his body sleek, his cock thrusting hard before him. “Just wonderful.”

“We would be honored to enjoy your pussy,” the first said. “I am Conleth. I would worship you for a chance to enjoy that snatch dripping with the aoi si’s jizz.”

“Yes,” the other groaned. “Please, Radiant Kora, let us be your slaves. You will find no men who can satiate you more than Turlough and Conleth.”

I arched an eyebrow at them as they fell to their knees before me. Then they kissed and nuzzled at my feet, sucking at my toes.

“The only man I fuck is my brother,” I told them, their hot tongues sliding between my toes, sending tingles up my body.”

“Then let us bathe your body with our mouths,” Conleth moaned, his golden wings fluttering. “Our cocks never have to touch you.”

“Just let us worship you.”

I shuddered, tempted by their offer. They were just so eager. And so beautiful…

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Sven Falk

“Strip,” commanded the queen the moment I entered her bedchamber.
A canopied bed dominated the center of the crystalline room. Every surface gleamed, reflecting back eternity of repeated images in a bewildering, dizzying landscape that almost held my attention. But Kora’s warning echoed through my mind.

“Yes, your majesty,” I said with all the submissive weakness I could, performing for her.

Queen Sidhe sank down into an ornate chair carved of a bright-red wood, perching on it with the same majestic grace she had sat her throne. She licked her lips as she watched me remove my leather jerkins. My cheeks warmed beneath her scrutiny. I felt like an object, a living statue which existed to be admired for its sculpted lines than as a person.

She licked her lips, leaning forward as I bared my chest. I wasn’t a brawny warrior, but sleek and wiry. But I had strength, my muscles lean and compacted. I had a fencer’s grace. I used it, my cheeks burning hotter as I exposed more and more of myself.

A strange shyness seized me as I unlaced my leather pants. I found myself turning around, facing away from her. I had stripped for hundreds of horny women, but I never felt so… so afraid of what would happen.

I wasn’t in control here.

“Ooh, yes, look at him, Mother,” Princess Siona moaned from the bed, her fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her pussy hidden by her purple bush. “Isn’t he ravenous?”

“Yes, he is, daughter,” the queen moaned as I shoved down my pants. The leather creaked as it peeled off my thighs. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart thudding in my chest as I felt her staring at my ass.

My cock bobbed hard before me as I worked off the pants, bending over, aiming my rear at her. She could see my balls swaying heavily between my thighs, my dick twitching with my heartbeat. I had women do this before, bending over, flashing their delights as they stripped for me.

I always enjoyed the sight.

And from the queen’s sharp intake, she savored this moment.

My heart beat so fast as I straightened, fully naked now. I had to please her. I wouldn’t let Aingeal down. I turned around, my heart beating so fast, showing off my cock in full. Precum beaded the tip. There was something so exciting about her scrutiny. About feeling like an object about to be used by this ravenous beauty.

Her large breasts rose and fell as her golden eyes swept up and down my body. She pressed her thighs tighter. Her nipples thrust hard from her tits, silver glittering amid the dusky pink of her areolas. She licked her lips, her fingers clenching at the armrest of her chair.

“What a remarkable specimen you are, Sven Falk.” She cocked her head. “I see the most minute traces of scars, your wounds healed by priestly magic. Your sister’s?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” I said, posing before her, trying to show off my body while my heart thudded through my veins.

I trembled with the building excitement in my balls. What would she do to me? How would she want to use me?

Part of me wanted to march up to her, grab her silver hair, and fuck my cock into those imperious lips. My hands clenched just for a moment as I imagined feeling her silvery hair beneath my fingers, entwining my fingers in her hair and fucking her mouth so hard. I would ram my cock into her mouth and show this faerie queen what it was like to be a slut.

She never had that experience before her.

Her golden eyes grew bright. She arched an silvery eyebrow. Could she sense my desire to treat her like a slut. To fuck her so hard that she would cum over and over again. Cold panic squeezed about my heart.

I wasn’t here for my pleasure. I was here for Aingeal.

“You love Aingeal?” she asked me.

“I… care for her,” I said. “She hasn’t been my wife for long, but she is growing on me by the hour. She only returned to faerie to help me liberate my people imprisoned on Duke Gallchobhar’s land.”

A darkness flitted across the queen’s face.

“Yes, that was such a… despicable thing to discover happening in Faerie,” she said, voice ice. “It is partly why I am granting you this petition.” She uncrossed her legs, her silvery bush drenched with her excitement, her sticky juices clinging to her thighs. Then she recrossed them, now her left on top of her right.

My dick throbbed. I wanted to bury my cock into her pussy.

“Aingeal was instrumental in stopping what he did there.” I smiled. “If she hadn’t violated your exile, you never would have sent your daughter to investigate and discover your vassal’s misdeeds.”

“Indeed.” The queen shuddered. “But Aingeal’s crime was… equally as despicable. She touched my flesh with iron.”

“Then let me make it up to you, your majesty,” I said and, like so many beautiful women I had seen before me, like my sister herself, I caressed my body. I stroked my muscular flesh. My dick twitched and throbbed before me. “Let me repay her crime by providing you whatever pleasures you wish.”

She arched an eyebrow.

Then she rose. Her magnificent breasts heaved before her as she strutted to me. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding away in my chest as she flicked her eyes up and down my body. Behind me, Siona whimpered, her fingers plunging with juicy passion into her cunt.

I fought my trembles as the faerie queen circled me. The edges of her wings caressed my body as she made her circuit. I felt her eyes scrutinize every bit of me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I hated how that excited me.

I should be strong.

I should seize her right now and show her my power.

I would grab her silvery hair and haul her to the bed. I would push her face down between her daughter’s thighs and make her eat that incestuous cunt once more. I would watch her feast on Siona’s cunt as I fell to my knees at ate the queen’s royal twat.

She would cum like she never had. She would cry out in rapture. She would moan and gasp and shudder. Then I would fuck her so hard. I would pound her cunt. Her asshole. I would use her body in every way. I would drench her in my cum.

And lose Aingeal in the process.

A man controlled himself. A man wasn’t ruled by his passions, his emotions. I took deep breaths as the queen lingered behind me. Her finger stroked down my spine. My body shuddered as I surrendered to her touch.

I let her use me.

She grabbed my ass, squeezing it with her fingers. She leaned against me, her breast rubbing into my back. Her mouth nuzzled up to my ear. She nipped it. Hard. A stab of pain flared through me as her fingernails bit into my butt-cheeks.

“Mmm, you truly are going to do anything I want?” she asked.

“Yes, your Majesty,” I groaned. “In the name of Pater, Father of All, King of the Gods, I swear it. I will be your lover, your boy toy. I will do whatever you want. I will please you in any way possible. For my wife.”

“I think you do love Aingeal. Just like you love your sister and those two slaves.” The queen squeezed my ass. “Do you know how remarkable that is, Sven?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I just know how to be myself. And I can’t stand to let something bad happened to Aingeal. I’m responsible for her. I brought her to Faerie.”

Her fingers bit into my ass as she whispered her first command. My eyes widened in shock as my cock throbbed and ached.

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