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

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Princess Ava

I opened my real eyes, shivering after my experience in the feyhound body. It was such a… unique delight. My bedmaid still whimpered from being fucked by me. I stared down my clothed body to my crotch, half-expecting to see a cock thrusting from my pussy folds.

“Oh, Princess,” Greta whimpered. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” I groaned and stood up. The incredible lust to go and fuck my father had dissipated. I had satiated my lusts for a moment.

A knock came at the door. Hope surged through me. Was it word about Sven and his women? “Enter!”

A glimmer in a white robe entered, her young face staring at me with a nervous smile. “Your, um, companions are awake, Your Highness.” Awe touched her face. “Rithi granted a miracle.”

I hoped the priests and priestesses of Rithi would keep secret that I stayed here. My father must be tearing apart Kivoneth looking for me. But Shevoin should have lied to him, told him I went south towards Thlin instead of northeast.

Excitement swallowed that fear. My Sven was awake. “Take me to him!”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

Greta grabbed a robe and pulled it over her naked body. We followed the glimmer through the painted walls of the temple. Every inch was covered in art of surpassing beauty. Each one painted by a different master. Statues that captured the essence of their subjects stood in alcoves or rested on plinths. Tapestries woven with delicate designs hung over corridors that crisscrossed the main one. We reached a door, the wood carved with the fanciful designs of a dragon.

I opened the door and smiled at the sight of Kora dismounting her brother, her face flushed, her round tits heaving. Joy bubbled up inside of me as I stared at the sight of my betrothed surrounded by his women, his face smeared in pussy juices. Nathalie shuddered beside him, her little tits flushed.

“Sven!” I gasped and rushed into the room, the heat swelling inside of me, my strawberry-blonde hair dancing about my shoulders.

I jumped onto the bed, crawled over Nathalie, and pressed up against his side. I kissed him hard, his stubbled cheeks feeling amazing on me, so rough and strong. I tasted two different pussies on his lips, one was honey and the other a sweet delight. Was one of them Kora’s pussy I tasted? I wasn’t sure who I was tasting, but it was good. I shivered at the mix of cream as my tongue plunged into his mouth.

“You’re alive!” I said when I broke the kiss. Tears stung my eyes.

“We’re alive,” Sven nodded. He looked around the room. “You did this?”

I nodded my head.

“Gods, you are amazing, Ava.”

I beamed at him as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Yes, you are,” Kora said.

I glanced over at Kora, sitting back on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her brother’s cum leaking out of her. My tongue flicked across my lips, tasting the lingering cunt cream. “That’s not your pussy I’m tasting on his face, is it, Kora.”

“Nope,” she said, giving me a naughty twinkle. The sight of that incestuous mix of their fluids sent a hunger through me. “I haven’t had my pussy licked yet.” She arched blonde eyebrows. “Care to remedy that?”

“I would,” I said and moved towards her.

I crawled between her thighs, my pussy growing hot beneath my skirt. My arousal rose, but not that urge to fuck my father. Not when I had Sven here to take care of me. I felt his eyes on my rump. I wiggled it as I nestled between his sister’s thighs. I pressed my face into her snatch and licked.

His salty, wonderful, creamy cum mixed with the tangy flavor of her pussy. I shuddered, the delight coating my tongue. Kora gasped, her back arching. Her hands grasped her tits, squeezing them while her thighs pressed on my face. Her flowering vine tattoo rippled before my face on her groin as she writhed and humped her snatch against me.

“Ooh, yes, yes, Ava,” gasped Kora. “You saved us. You’re amazing.”

“Yes, you are,” Sven growled. His hands squeezed my ass through my gown. “You deserve a reward.”

“Hard cock in her pussy?” Aingeal asked. She settled down on Kora’s face, straddling her. The faerie’s pillowy tits swayed and jiggled as she squirmed her hips, grinding her hot cunt on Kora’s face. “That’s your idea of a reward, my husband?”

“Master’s a pervert,” Zanyia purred.

“Yes, he is,” I moaned as Sven hiked my skirt. “Mmm, I haven’t had a dick in me in so long.”

“It’s been a year since I’ve fucked more than your proxy,” Sven groaned. He flipped my skirt over my ass and shuddered, rubbing his cock against my wet bush, just grazing my vulva with the tip. “Your wet and silky. Gods, I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too!” I gasped as his cock rammed into me, pressing my face into his sister’s twat.

“Fuck her little princess-pussy,” moaned Aingeal, grinding her pussy on Kora’s mouth. “Just pound her hard, my husband. She needs it.”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned and then buried my tongue into Kora’s cunt, my snatch clenching down on Sven’s withdrawing dick.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned into Kora’s juicy twat, her shaved vulva rubbing on my lips and cheeks. Cream and cum coated my chin. I loved it. I reveled in it. Sven slammed back into me, his balls smacking into my clit.

Pleasure shot through me.

I whimpered. My eyes fluttered. I stirred my hips around his dick, savoring the feel of his girth reaming me. This wondrous delight that slammed over and over into my cunt. I reveled in it. I rejoiced at the force of his strokes slamming into my snatch. It consumed me. It drove me wild.

My tongue fluttered through his sister’s snatch. I scooped up his salty cum mixed with her tangy pussy. It was such a delicious treat. She tasted so good. I never wanted to stop licking her, feasting on her creampie while her brother fucked me so hard.

“Ava!” Sven groaned, his strong hands stroking my rump as he plowed me. “Gods, I have missed this pussy!”

I clenched down on him, whimpering into his sister’s cunt.

“Fuck her, my husband,” Aingeal moaned, grinding her twat on Kora’s hungry mouth. The faerie’s pink hair danced about her face. Her body shuddered. “Ooh, fuck her while your sister-wife feasts on my cunt.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Slata’s hairy cunt! That’s good! Fuck me, Sven!”

“I’ll make you explode!” he growled, thrusting harder, his balls smacking into my clit, his crotch into my rump. My body rocked, my small tits jiggling in the bodice of my gown. “Your snatch will writhe about my dick.”

“Yes!” I squealed in utter delight, my cunt clenching down hard on his invading cock. My juices ran down my thighs, my pussy churned to a froth by his ramming shaft. “Gods, I love it! I love you, Sven! Kora! Aingeal! I love you all!”

Such joy surged through me. I was with my family. I hugged Kora’s thighs, pressing her pussy tight against my face. I licked so hard through her folds. I never wanted to let her go. Him go. All of them go. I wanted us to stay together always. To be so happy and joyful.

To share in our perverse pleasures together.

Aingeal leaned over Kora, the faerie’s tits swaying and bouncing as she groaned. Her wings fluttered behind her, so beautiful and delicate. I loved the sight of the rapture crossing her face. It built the excitement in my cunt.

My snatch clenched down on his thrusting dick. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head as I slammed back into him. His balls thwacked over and over against my clit. Sparks shot through me. Waves of heat washed through my body.

“Oh, god, yes,” he grunted, his dick thrusting so hard into me. “Your cunt… Your cunt is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Pound me. Gods, just pound me and cum in me!”

“Pater’s cock, yes!”

Sven hammered me. My pussy drank in the friction. I gasped and moaned into Kora’s pussy. My tongue wiggled into her depths, searching for more of her brother’s cum while his dick slammed into me. My orgasm swelled and swelled in my cunt. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to drowning in ecstasy.

“Ava!” Kora gasped, her thighs squeezing about my face.

Her tangy pussy juices flooded my mouth. Her body bucked. Her tits jiggled. I made her cum. Joy surged through me, racing for my cunt filled with her brother’s cock. He pounded me so hard. My snatch drank in every stroke, turning it into rapture that swelled in my core.

“Rithi’s inspiring beauty, you’re amazing Ava!” gasped Kora.

“So are you!” Aingeal moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt!”

The faerie’s wings beat so hard she rose from Kora’s face, bathing the blonde in pussy juices that gushed out of her snatch. The faerie’s tits heaved before her as she quivered in the air, her eyes squeezed shut, her moans resounding.

“Gods, that is hot,” Sven groaned and rammed his cock into my cunt.

He erupted.

My eyes widened. That wondrous heat spurted into me over and over. His cum spilled into my pussy. Not my father’s incestuous jizz, but my betrothed’s amazing seed. The man I loved filled me. I whimpered, my snatch clenching tight about his erupting dick.

Then I joined my family in rapture.

My pussy spasmed about his dick. I groaned and gasped as my pussy milked his cock. My flesh writhed about him as the pleasure surged through my body. My eyes rolled back in my head. Stars burst through my vision.

“Sven!” I howled. “Pater’s wondrous cock, yes! You’re cumming in me!”

“My sweet princess,” he grunted as the final spurt of his jizz fired into my depths. “You’re mine!”
“Yours!”

Tears fell down my cheeks as the joy burst through me. I never wanted to part from my family.

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Zanyia

As Princess Ava buried her face into Mistress Kora’s pussy and Master moved to fuck her, I grinned at Greta. “We haven’t had a chance to play.”

I seized the busty, blonde girl’s hand and hauled her to the bed, her big tits jiggling beneath her loosely tied robe. She was two years older than Nathalie, sixteen and delicious. My tongue flicked out, so eager to devour her.

Nathalie pressed up beside me, her hands darting for the ties of Greta’s robes.

“You’re our Master’s newest sex slave,” I declared as Nathalie and I ripped open her robe, exposing her naked body.

“What?” Greta protested.

Nathalie nodded her head. “You are. It’s wonderful being Sven’s slave.”

“No, no, I’m the princess’s bedmaid,” Greta protested as I pulled her down on the bed while Master hiked Princess Ava’s skirt, ready to plunder her cunt.

“It’s the same thing,” I told her, parting her legs and shuddering at the sight of the cum smeared over her blonde bush. Thick and white. Whose was it? I inhaled. It smelled familiar.

“You’ll love being his slave,” Nathalie added. She squeezed my naked butt, making my tail twitch from side to side, brushing her cute face.

“But…” Greta’s eyes widened as I leaned my face down between her thighs. “I…”

“Hush,” I said then inhaled. The cum had a woody hint to it. “Ooh, you fucked Scáthnamhaid, naughty girl.”

Greta glanced at Princess Ava eating pussy and being fucked by Master hard. “I… did.”

“Naughty slave.” I licked my tongue. “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. It’s so wild, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Greta answered then gasped as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her tart cream along with the feyhound’s salty, woody treat.

The delight melted on my tongue. I purred, my ears twitching, my tail swishing. I lapped my tongue through her folds, her golden bush tickling my cheeks. The naughty girl shuddered as I feasted on her creampie, my own snatch getting so hot and juicy.

Nathalie helped me out. She was such a loving girl.

Two of her delicate fingers penetrated my snatch while she nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue danced around my asshole, teasing me, making me shiver and groan. My eyes fluttered and my ears twitched while she rimmed me. She pumped her digits in and out of my cunt, her tongue stimulating my sphincter.

I purred louder. My tongue penetrated deep into Greta’s pussy. The naked slavegirl gasped, her large tits jiggling as she ground her cunt against my hungry mouth. Her thighs brushed my ears, sending tingles racing through my body. My pussy clenched tight on Nathalie’s plunging fingers.

“Oh, Gods,” gasped Greta. “Oh, Gods, your tongue… It’s so different.”

“Lamia tongues just feel amazing,” Nathalie moaned.

“So does your cute human tongue,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I gasped as she rimmed my asshole again.

Then she pressed against my sphincter. My anal ring surrendered and her tongue entered my bowels. Wicked delight melted down to my pussy. My snatch clenched and relaxed on her probing fingers. I purred louder into Greta’s pussy, lapping up the feyhound’s spunk out of her tart depths.

Such a wondrous treat.

I nuzzled my face tight against her snatch. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking, lapping, gathering up all the cum and pussy cream I could. I feasted on it while Nathalie teased my body. Her tongue wiggled around in my asshole, stimulating me while my pussy drank in the friction of her naughty digits.

My tail swished back and forth, rubbing against the top of Nathalie’s head. That felt so delightful, adding another bit of stimulation to the delight already surging through my nethers. I shuddered, wiggling my hips as she pleasured me.

“Oh, Gods, this is amazing,” groaned Greta.

“See,” I moaned. “Being Master’s slavegirl is the best.”

“Yes!” Nathalie moaned and slipped a third finger into my snatch.

She stretched out my cunt more. The friction rippled through me, meeting the delight pouring out of my asshole. Her tongue squirmed as deep as she could reach into my bowels. I loved it. My eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm swelled and swelled.

Greta gasped. She pinched her fat, pink nipples. Her entire body bucked and heaved. Her moans echoed through the room, marching with the sounds Master and his wives made beside us. I loved it. I flicked my tongue up to her clit.

“Zanyia!” Greta squealed and then her juices gushed out of her body.

She bucked and spasmed on the bed. Her pleasure surged through the room. She whimpered and moaned, quivering as the pleasure flowed through her body. The sound was so amazing. I loved it. I reveled in it.

My tongue licked faster and harder through her snatch. I stimulated her. I gathered up all her yummy, tart cream. The excitement surged through me. My purr rumbled louder in my throat. My ears twitched. My tail slashed through the air.

I came.

“Oh, Zanyia, yes!” whimpered Greta.

“Nathalie!” I moaned, the pleasure rippling through my body.

My cunt spasmed about her three fingers as they plunged over and over into me, stimulating me. The friction sent waves of rapture flooding out of my snatch. My eyes squeezed shut. My bowels writhed about her probing tongue.

Such bliss filled me. Wonderful, buzzing bliss. We were alive. And the harem had grown. Master had a new slavegirl to love. It was so amazing. I purred with such delight as my tail slashed back and forth, caressing Nathalie’s face.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Zanyia,” Nathalie moaned. “And smell so good.”

“I know,” I purred. “You have to try our fellow slavegirl.”

“Yes,” Greta moaned. “And I bet you taste so good, too, Nathalie.”

Nathalie squealed in delight and ripped her fingers out of my cunt. I smiled as the petite slavegirl scampered past me to mount the busty slut’s face. Greta grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. My body shuddered as I watched them, euphoria spilling through me.

I was so glad a miracle happened.

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