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Princess Ava

Everyone else was asleep. I stared at Sven curled up with Greta and his other sex slaves, Zanyia sprawled on him. Her tail twitched as she slept, her mouth opened. She looked rather cute. A tingle raced through me to have sex with…

My father.

I shivered at that pull to my father. The spell he placed on me, this lust enchantment, swept over me. When my attraction to him overwhelmed me a few weeks ago, when I suddenly just had to have sex with him. That I wanted to commit incest with my father. Sometimes, it swept up at me and I wanted to leave and go to him.

Usually, Sven could help me. I could have sex with my betrothed and it would lessen the need. I wouldn’t have to run out of the bedroom and flee back to my horrid father. I wouldn’t have to spread my legs and beg him to fuck me. To breed me.

Gods, I was glad I still had my birth control enchantment on me.

Aingeal’s wings fluttered. The faerie hugged me from behind, her pierced nipples caressing my back as she humped her shaved crotch into my rump. She grabbed my small breasts with both her hands, squeezing them.

She helped, too. Her fingers rubbed across my nipples, taking the edge off my incestuous lust itching through my cunt. The naughty faerie nuzzled at my ear. Her lips nibbled on my lobe, making me entire body tingle.

“I want to try it out again,” Aingeal said.

“Huh?” I asked, wiggling, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“You know, what we did?”

I shook my head. Despite my horniness, that exhausted ache was forming behind my eyes. I should sleep. We were the only two in the harem awake. I should slip into sleep. That horny ache for my father warred with sleep.

And now what Aingeal did to me.

“You know what we did,” Aingeal said. “The shared imbuing. Did it only happen because I was unconscious? Did something change with us? Can I inhabit the feyhound with you at the same time.”

I groaned. I really didn’t want to think about this now but… Her fingers felt so nice on my pussy, and the hornier I grew, the more I ached for my father. This frustrated swell filled my pussy. I had to do something.

But I had to do it with my father. I whimpered, squirming, the heat building and building in me. My pussy clenched, aching for that forbidden cock sliding into me. I squirmed against her as she licked my ear again.

“Okay,” I said, rolling onto my back. She grinned, slipping atop me, her large breasts pressing into my small mounds.

A tremble ran through me at the feel of her, my lusts surging. I needed my father so badly now. Luckily, the other way I found dealing with this perverse attraction generated by the rogue priestess of Luben’s spell was to inhabit the feyhounds body and fucking someone in it.

I did like having a cock in that form.

I closed my eyes and felt my proxies. I had several, vessels that I could imbue with my soul. I inherited the gift from my parents. Somewhere in the distant past, the Krab, God of Crafting, had sex with some women. Their offpsrings had these abilities. All those with his blood could do this. There were only a few bloodlines, my mother and father each from a different one.

It was why my father wanted me to be his queen. To breed a son.

The feyhound was a construct that Aingeal made with her faerie magic. She wove the dog-shaped thing out of twigs and wicker, forming a hound made out of woven wood with a leave for a tongue and a huge cock for her own perverse pleasure. When we fought with Keythivak, one of the depraved servants of Zizthithana, he dispelled the spirits animating the feyhound. Out of desperation, I found myself inhabiting it. Controlling it. I hadn’t prepared it. I shouldn’t be able to inhabit it.

But I could.

Then when Zizthithana and her ogre attacked us this evening, while Aingeal was knocked out, I pulled her soul into it, too. The feyhound’s body was badly damaged, on the verge of failing. If it were a normal proxy, my spirit should would have been ejected, the vessel too destroyed to hold me. Instead, Aingeal flowed in. While she couldn’t move it, she could use her magic, mixing her spirits to heal and protect and fight for us.

I flowed into the feyhound, inhabiting the body. My own flesh fell away. It was there, in the back of my mind, but I wasn’t paying attention. It was just a… shadow in my mind. If something happened to my body, like a hard pinch of my nipple, would jolt my awareness back to my flesh. I settled into the wicker body, feeling different, my body a new shape.

It had a cock that ached, sliding hard out of its sheath, responding to my own lust and…

“This is different,” Aingeal said as she inhabited with me. “I just flowed in with you.”

“Did you have a choice?” I asked her as I rose. The feyhound had rested on the floor in the corner. I stared at the bed, at almost eye level. My arm dangled off the side, my fingers slightly curled.

“No,” Aingeal said. “It was like a trapdoor opened beneath me and I fell into you. I think… something has fundamentally changed when you pulled me in.”

“Fascinating,” I said, that lust I felt in my body now throbbing through me. Aingeal’s body had fallen over mine.

I hopped onto the bed, staring at the faerie spread out on top of me, both our legs parted. Her pussy had a gleam about it from her excitement. Without hair, her vulva was plump, her slit tight. My strawberry-blonde bush did little to hide my own snatch. My wooden dick twitched staring at us.

“Getting horny?” Aingeal asked me, her voice sounding melodic.

“You were playing with my nipples,” I lied.

Aingeal giggled. “Plus we look hot lying there. We could lick ourselves.” Her soul shivered in our shared vessel. “Well, you could lick us. I’m just along for the ride.”

I smiled and moved closer. I leaned my wicker muzzle down and lapped my leafy tongue across her pussy, gathering her honey musk. It was so naughty. Another difference between the feyhound vessel and others is that I had my sense of taste. I could feel and see and hear in my vessels, but never taste.

And she tasted good.

Ooh, that’s wicked, she moaned. I felt that. Distantly. Ooh, lick me again.

My tongue fluttered out, drawing up her pussy to her taint. Her honey tasted so good. I inhaled, also able to smell in this form, and shivered. Another aroma, a fresh delight, filled my nose mixing with her honey. My own horny flesh.

I nuzzled at my own pussy, licking through my own curls. I shivered, distantly feeling the leafy tongue on my pussy while I tasted myself. It was so wicked. It made my wooden cock ache more and more. My tongue flicked up to Aingeal’s snatch, fresh delight turning into honey passion.

I licked again and again, stimulating my own pussy, caressing my clit and labia. I made Aingeal moan in our shared vessel, her soul quivering against mine as I lapped at her again and again. I pleasured us, drinking our shared juices.

It was so delicious. The fresh and honey flavors staining my tongue. I whimpered, my wicker body creaking as I nuzzled tight into her our fleshes. I feasted on us, making us both moan and gasp. My pussy drank in the leafy tongue swabbing across my flesh.

I probed my tongue into my pussy. I squealed, stimulating myself. Every lick only made my dick harder. I had to fuck something. I had to fuck Aingeal. Myself. This was so wicked. My tongue fluttered up to her pussy, soaking in her honey delight.

“This is so wild,” Aingeal moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re making me so wet. And our body… Our body needs to fuck something. Us!”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Do it!” the faerie moaned, pressing against me. “Fuck us both. Pound our naughty pussies. Look at us. We need it.”

Our bodies didn’t move at all. They looked asleep, but… I did need to fuck us. I had to satiate my lusts before they consumed me. Before I bounded from this room and rushed to Echur. I could run for days straight to reach my father and…

I mounted our bodies, my cock sliding against one of our thighs. I slid up the flesh and… nuzzled at my own pussy. I felt my silky curls about the sensitive tip of my thick cock. I whimpered, finding the entrance to my pussy.

I thrust into myself.

I felt my hot pussy engulf my cock at the same time I distantly felt myself being penetrated. My sleeping body clenched down on my wooden dick. I let out a whimpering moan, my wicker body quivering.

“We’re in your pussy, Ava!” gasped Aingeal. “This is so hot!”

“Isn’t it?” I asked, drawing back my wooden cock through my own pussy.

Pleasure surged through me. Two different delights. The hot cunt stimulating my cock and that thick shaft teasing my pussy. I thrust back in, savoring my hot cunt. I couldn’t bury all the way into her, my stomach brushing Aingeal’s ass, but it was more than enough to make me whimper.

I was fucking myself. I was pounding my own pussy. The bed shook as I thrust harder and harder. Sleeping, unconscious me flooded my soul with such delicious sensation while my hot cunt gripped my dick, teasing it, building my excitement.

“Now me!” Aingeal moaned. “Fuck me, too! I need to be pounded. I want to feel this. It’s incredible being in your pussy.”

“You can feel this?” I asked, pounding myself so hard, rapture rippling out of my cock with every thrust.

“Yes! Oh, Ava, this is incredible fucking a woman. Sven is so lucky to get this delight when fucking us. But I also love being penetrated. I want to feel both.”

I groaned, not wanting to rip out of my own cunt, but… I wanted to give Aingeal something, too. My pussy felt so empty when I pulled out. I whimpered, missing that hot embrace about my vessel’s cock. I shifted my hips, nudging against Aingeal’s snatch.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! the faerie howled in our shared reality.

“Aingeal!” I moaned through the feyhound’s mouth as I rammed my girl-dick into her.

I slid into the faerie’s tight pussy. She was just as juicy as mine, but different. She wasn’t as tight at the entrance as mine was. Her texture was subtly different. I couldn’t quite place it, a little silkier, but it was amazing. I groaned, burying all the way into her, pleasure shooting down my body.

Her soul spasmed against mine. Her pussy squeezed down on my wooden cock. I drew back, drinking in the stimulation, and slamming into her. I wanted to fuck her hard. To pound her. She felt so delicious about me.

“This is so wild!” Aingeal groaned. “You’re in me as I feel us fucking me. It’s echoing on me. Oh, wow, pound me! Fuck me!”

“So hard!” I growled aloud, pounding her, my wicker body groaning as I fucked her. I wagged my tail, my hound-like form flexing to thrust my wooden cock over and over into her juicy snatch.

The friction gripped my cock. Her juices soaked me. It was just so naughty. It made me shudder. I pounded her faster and faster. I rammed into her cunt so hard. So fast. I felt her body shifting atop my own sleeping flesh, her pussy juices flowing down to my cunt.

She soaked me. She gripped me.

Aingeal moaned. Her soul hugged me as I pounded her cunt. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. That delicious, explosive release building in me. Aingeal was a naughty faerie. She gave her feyhound the ability to ejaculate.

“Oh, Gods, we’re going to cum in me, aren’t we!” moaned Aingeal. “Cernere’s black cunt, we are, aren’t we?”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned in our souls. Then I growled out loud, “Aingeal! Oh, Aingeal, your pussy!”

“Gods, yes!” Aingeal gasped.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick. Her body came, trembling on my own flesh. The faerie’s soul quivered against mine as her pleasure coursed through her. Her naughty tunnel stimulated my cock, making me feel so good. So amazing. I had to explode in her.

But what about my pussy?

I rammed into Aingeal’s convulsing flesh. Then I pulled back. Her sucking, spasming cunt caressed my dick. My wicker body shuddered. The pressure deep inside my feyhound body swelled to its breaking point.

I came just as I ripped my cock out of her pussy.

Jizz fired from the wooden dick. Each blast sent a jolt of rapture through me. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision as the wondrous pleasure flowed through me in powerful blasts. I felt the cum splashing on my own pussy. I was ejaculating in myself.

“This is so amazing!” Aingeal howled. “Oh, wow, we’re jizzing on my pussy. And these blasts. This is incredible. Ooh, cumming with a dick is intense!”

“Yes!” I whimpered, the pleasure peaking as the last squirt of cum fired out.

“Ooh, yes, but it’s already over?” Aingeal shivered inside the vessel. “Wow, that was so fast. It was like a few heartbeats of such intense bliss and then…”

“And then you want to go to sleep,” I said.

“Or play like real women.” She shivered “Let’s lick each other clean, Ava. We jizzed on each other’s pussies! Now we’re all messy.”

“Yes,” I groaned aloud, distantly feeling the busty faerie squirming on my real flesh.

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Aingeal

The feyhound leaped off of the bed. Then Ava released us. I flowed back to my body and groaned, opening my eyes, staring into Ava’s bright blue depths. Her were cheeks rosy, her strawberry-blonde hair spread out around her head. She was just so cute. I shivered, our own hot cum dribbling down my pussy. I wished it was in my cunt, but the naughty princess tried to be selfish. Instead of giving me all of the cum, she shared it.

“I’m going to lick your royal cunt so clean,” I purred as I moved, my pierced nipples sliding over her flesh.

“I like the sound of that,” Ava said.

My wings fluttered as I turned around. My pink hair fell past my features as I straddled her face and stared down at that golden-red bush of hers matted in the feyhound’s cum. I was so glad I made Scáthnamhaid even if he didn’t last long before Keythivak disrupted him.

Inhabiting a feyhound was as much fun as being fucked by one. It was such a hot experience cumming with a cock. But now I craved a more feminine delight. A more familiar, and longer lasting, bliss.

Ava’s greedy hands grabbed my butt-cheeks. She pulled my hairless pussy down to her hungry mouth. I groaned as her tongue fluttered across my cum-stained folds, gathering my honey and our cum.

Smiling, I nuzzled into her thick bush and licked. The feyhound’s cum had a salty yet sweet flavor, almost like pine resin. It was a naughty combination mixed with her fresh pussy cream. My tongue darted out, gathering both as I wiggled my hips.

My breasts pressed into her stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she trembled beneath me. My pierced nipples drank in the silky caress of her skin, the golden rings threaded through each of my fat nubs shifting, adding such delight. Lightning shot down to my pussy just in time for her tongue to dart into my depths.

“Ava!” I whimpered as she swirled her tongue through my pussy, stimulating me. I shuddered atop her, grinding my cunt on her hungry face.

Pleasure fluttered through me. Her licking made me feel so incredible. She lapped and licked and nuzzled. She sent wicked delight fluttering through me. She stimulated me. Made me feel so wanton and naughty. I loved very moment of it. I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my pussy on her hot face, her tongue dancing through my folds.

My tongue found her clit. I circled it, lapping the salty-sweet cum off her bud. She trembled, fingers digging into my rump, as I lathed her bud. Her moans grew, her tongue’s flutterings growing stiffer. She jammed it into my snatch, fucking me like she did with that wonderful, wooden cock.

“Ooh, yes, yes, such a naughty princess!” I moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, that’s good. Just keep doing that. Keep making me squirm.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Slata’s hairy cunt, you taste so good.”

My wings fluttered in delight. I squirmed, so glad I was a part of this family, that Zanyia tricked me into being his woman. My wings flapped faster and faster. My tongue dove into her naughty cunt, swirling around, stimulating her.

She squeezed her thighs about my face. She bucked into me, her fingers digging hard into my rump. She pulled me tight against her hungry mouth, her tongue churning me towards that wonderful release.

My tongue danced through her folds, her wet silk caressing my cheeks. I reveled in it, breathing in her fresh musk. I could just lie here forever bathed in her cream. It was so exciting. It made me ache and shiver. My cunt ground on her hungry mouth, squirming and shuddering, letting her just attack me.

She drove me wild, and I returned the favor.

“Oh, Gods, Aingeal!” she gasped, her stomach flexing against my tits, massaging my nipples. “I’m going to cum! Keep licking me!”

“And doing this?” I asked before latching onto her clit. I sucked hard.

“Yes!”

Her squealing passion turned into a licking frenzy. Her fingers kneaded my rump as her tongue flew across my shaved folds. She stimulated my petals. She fluttered her tongue through me. I groaned and gasped, bucking beneath her, heat surging through my body. It was so delicious and wild.

Her lips found my clit. She sucked me like I did with her bud, her nose nuzzling into my folds. My wings fluttered faster. My orgasm swelled in my core, that delicious shiver of passion. I couldn’t wait for the waves of bliss to inundate my mind.

My fingers jammed into her cunt. I sank them to the hilt in her as I kept sucking and nibbling on her clit. She bucked beneath me. She squealed out in rapture. Her moans sang out, bathing my ears in her passion. She squirmed and writhed beneath me. I loved her. I tongued her. I savored every moment of making her quiver. Her pussy clenched down so hard.

Then she squealed about my clit. Her pussy spasmed about my digits.

Juices gushed out of her cunt and bathed my face in her fresh passion.

I savored it. I made her cum. Her body trembled beneath me. I made this wondrous princess cum. My husband’s royal betrothed. Her passions squealed about my clit. My little bud drank in and transmuted her pleasure into my rapture.

I came.

“Ava!” I howled as my cunt spasmed hard. My cream flowed out of me, bathing her face. “Cernere’s nimble fingers and black cunt, yes!”

My back arched, my nipples pressing so hard into her trembling belly. Waves of bliss washed through my body. My feminine orgasm surged through my body. It had me moaning and groaning. It brought me to such delicious peaks. It had my eyes fluttering.

I loved it. I savored it. I never wanted it to stop.

I collapsed on her, quivering atop her as she tongued my snatch. My rapture didn’t die right away. It didn’t end as abruptly as it started. But it kept reverberating through me. Kept me trembling and groaning. I mewled out in delight, my eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, Ava, you naughty princess,” I groaned.

“Mmm, wicked faerie,” she panted. “Pater’s cock, that was hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned in agreement.

Sleep pulled at me now. I wanted to join my family in exhaustion. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, turned around, and cuddled against her. Our lips met in a pussy-flavored kiss, lingering traces of our salty-sweet feyhound cum added an exciting zest.

“Love you,” Ava murmured, her eyes squeezing shut.

I held the petite princess in my arms. “Love you all…”

It was such a wonderful thing to have a family again. After so many years exiled from Faerie, living alone in the Forest of Lhes, I treasured this. I held her tight, listening to her breathing slow into sleep.

Then I joined her.

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