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Story Codes: Male/Female/Teen female, Fantasy, Magic, Oral Sex

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

My lusts quieted down. My jade beetle proxy didn’t have sexual organs. It didn’t have a pussy to feel that aching need to be fucked by my father. I shuddered in my current form, frightened by the powerful lust that seized me. I… I wanted to be bred by my father so badly, I didn’t care about anything but taking his seed in me.

I only needed his seed. Only he could impregnate me. Sven could never do that…

I clicked my mandibles and twitched my six legs in the dark crevasse in the wall where I’d left the jade beetle. What would I do? How could I go back to Sven and tell him that he couldn’t breed me? That only my father could plant a baby in my belly. I dreaded telling him how I cheated on him over and over with my father. It didn’t matter that the spell on me had swelled my lusts so that I craved my father’s cock. That even though I hated him, I wanted him in me, spurting his incestuous seed into my fertile depths.

“Your forces are in retreat,” a voice said, drawing me out of my turmoil. I knew that voice. “They were flanked by Prince Reinhold’s forces and you lost a third of their numbers.”

It was Shevoin, my father’s master mage. I crept forward to the edge of the crevasse, staring out at my father’s study from my low perspective. His desk towered over me. The black-robed, older man stood before the desk, his face pale, his liver-spotted hands rubbing together before him. My father sat at his desk, hands clasped before him. He looked even paler than usual, all the color drained from him, his pallid skin almost blending into the gray doublet he wore. His blond hair so light it was almost white.

“They have to hold at the border,” my father said, his voice colder than the heart of winter, more frigid than a howling blizzard. “Only a few more days until we have secured the aid of our new ally.”

My mandibles clicked together as my father’s words rolled over me. What was going on? In retreat? Prince Reinhold ruled the princedom to the east. With my father’s army made of statues destroyed by Sven freeing the slaves bound to the Lodestone, his conquest was crumbling. His mad plan to make himself first the Kaiser of Zeutch then the High King, claiming Peter’s crown, were in ruins.

But he had a new ally? Who?

I could faintly hear Sven calling for me. My real body shook. He wanted me to wake up, but I couldn’t go back to him and confess the truth. He would hate me. I hated myself for how much I enjoyed my father’s cock.

I resisted. I stayed here in my body.

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Aingeal – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Please, Greta, talk to me,” Sven said as I drifted to the bed.

“What is it, Kora?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s so faint. You have better senses for magic.”

I touched her. abjuration spirits danced around Ava, responding to my will. The flying balls of blue, visible only to me, caressed her body then touched me. I shuddered as they passed the information to me, my forehead furrowing.

“Yes, there’s an… enchantment upon her,” I said. “It’s subtle. I never detected it before. It’s active right now, and it’s affecting her badly. It’s also divine in origin.”

“It’s from a corrupted priestess of Luben,” Greta said, her voice tight. “It was done on behalf of her… her father. He wants a child from her. A son. That’s why she fled him.”

“What are you saying?” Sven asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. I could see the anger trembling through his body, but he controlled it as he stroked Greta’s tear-stained cheeks.

“Th-that she has a strong desire to… to sleep with him,” Greta said. “To be bred by him. That’s why she fled him. Because she couldn’t fight it any longer. She was afraid she would be lost to her desire for him. That she would never escape it.”

“She’s had… sex with him?” Sven asked, his voice growing flat.

I shivered, feeling like the temperature drop in the room.

Greta nodded her head, looking away from my husband. “Many times, Master.”

Sven glanced at Ava, his face blank stone. What was he thinking? I could feel the conflict inside of him as he grabbed Ava’s shoulders and shook her slumbering form. His breath quickened as his jaw tightened.

What would he do now after learning Ava… cuckolded him with her father?

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

Shevoin nodded his head. “I will relay the message to your forces, your Highness. I will make them understand that they must hold for a little while longer.”

My father nodded then waved his hand in dismissal.

With a short bow, Shevoin turned, his black robes whisking, and practically fled the room. The old man vanished out of the door, closing it behind him with care. My father leaned back in his chair, his eyes growing distant as he stared at some far-away point.

I studied him. I didn’t know what to do. The lusts were gone, but… I couldn’t go back to Sven. I couldn’t face him. I could just live as a jade beetle. No sexual desire. The Las-damned spell on my flesh wouldn’t inflame my lusts. I was free of it so long as I stayed here in my little crevasse. It was tight and dark and safe.

I deserved to be an insect for being so weak. For giving into my lust over and over. I loved Sven, and yet I guzzled my father’s cum. I sucked his cock. I begged him to fuck my cunt and asshole. I rode his dick, reveling in the incestuous pleasure. This man wanted to murder my Sven. He killed my betrothed’s parents and sister. He was a monster.

And I fucked him. I gave him pleasure.

I was just about to wiggle deeper into my crevasse when I spotted the bug crawling across the floor. A shiver ran through me. I hated bugs, and since I was insect size, this one looked as big as a horse and…

It wasn’t like any insect I had ever seen.

It scuttled on small, hair-like limbs. Hundreds of them. The thing’s segmented body looked strangely… melted. Like it was made of wax, heated so its exterior flowed and dribbled and then hardened into a new shape. It wasn’t natural.

I froze. What if it saw me? What if it scurried towards me on those disgusting legs? It had a pair of scything mandibles before it. My father didn’t notice it as he stared absently ahead. The thing headed for his desk. What was it? Was it something wanting to harm him?

I wanted to flee my proxy and return to my body. Sven shook me again. He called for me. He had to know the truth by now. Greta would have told him. He must be furious with me. He must hate me, see me as scum, and yet…

Yet that thing wasn’t with Sven. I could get away from it…

The creature stopped a foot before my father’s desk, pausing about where Shevoin stood. It lifted its head, those cruel, hooking mandibles opened wide. A green flight flooded out of its mouth, the harsh emerald painting the stones of the floor, deepening the shadows of their joints. The light reached up into the air, forming and swirling.

“Pater’s cock,” my father gasped, bolting to his feet. His chair rocked back and fell over, the back crashing into the book shelf behind him.

He reached for the dagger on his belt as the green light formed into the appearance of a naked woman. She looked lithe and lovely, her breasts full and round. A green aura shone around her pale flesh, hairless flesh. The smooth curve of her head gave her a strange, exotic air about her. Her hands stroked her body.

“Greetings, Prince Meinard,” the woman spoke, her voice sounding strange. It almost was like a buzz even though it had a sensuous purr. It echoed through the room. It didn’t come from her, but seemed to come from everywhere else.

“What are you?” Father asked, his dagger whisking as he drew it. He clutched the length of steel in his hand, holding it low as he faced the naked woman.

“The Messenger,” the woman said while the thing projecting it trembled, its mandibles twitching.

“One of the Paragon’s creatures?”

My father’s question made my mandibles twitch. He knew about the Paragon?

“Yes, I am,” the projection said, her hands grasping her bountiful breasts. She squeezed them, wiggling her hips. “Things are growing more dire, your highness.”

“Oh?” Father asked, sheathing the dagger. “Your mistress has heard of my army’s route in Anaopeth?”

The woman shook her head. “Your daughter has gone to the priests of Krab in Az.”

I let out a click of dismay. The Paragon knew where we were. The monstrosity was tracking our movements.

“And?” my father asked.

“Those who can build can also destroy,” the Messenger answered, the insectoid twitching, the projection pinching her fat nipples, twisting them and quivering in delight. “They also know how to manipulate.”

My father furrowed his brow.

“The Paragon is adding a condition to your agreement.”

“Really?” my father growled, leaning over his desk. “She wishes to renegotiate now?”

“It is not an onerous task. Destroy the Temple of Krab in Az and kill all its priests.”

My father’s cheek twitched. “Done.”

I pressed my body low. My thoughts whirled. Everything changed in a moment. How long had my father known I was in Az? How long had he worked with the Paragon? How soon would it be until his forces arrived?

Flashes of Journeyman Carsina and Master Theophil exploded through my thoughts. We couldn’t let them die just because I visited the temple. I had to go back to Sven. I had to warn him. I had to face the consequences of my actions. But… but…

Sven would hate me.

He would stare at me with such disgust. I couldn’t face my betrayal. There was no man I could sleep with that would hurt Sven more than fucking my father. I pressed back into the crevasse as the projection faded away.

I just wanted to stay here. I would never have to see the hurt in my Sven’s eyes. I squeezed my proxy’s eyes shut. Darkness plunged around me. I curled my segmented legs beneath me, wiggling my narrow, wide body down onto my belly, making myself as small as possible.

I could just stay here forever and…

And let those I care about be in danger…

Strong, masculine hands touched my body. I could hear Sven calling me. A finger touched my nipple, stroking it. My real form felt remote, the tingle racing through my flesh almost more a memory. I could ignore it. I could—

Sven whispered three words.

I love you.

I abandoned my proxy and opened my real eyes.

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Sven Falk – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

Ava’s blue eyes opened as I stroked her nipple. I loomed over her sleeping form, my face inches from hers. Her arms flew around my neck. She pulled me down and buried her face into my neck. Her body shook. Her tears felt so hot as she sobbed into me.

“I’m so sorry,” she moaned between shuddering moans. “Please, please, don’t hate me. I… I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry, Sven. I love you. I do!”

I scooped her up in my arms. I held her against me as she poured out her emotions. She clung to me with such desperation. I stroked her strawberry-blonde hair and rocked her. Anger rippled through me.

But not at her.

“Greta told me.”

“I… I cheated on you so many times,” she sobbed, her voice strangled by emotion. “I slept with him. My father! I enjoyed it. I’m such a whore, Sven. Such a filthy, disgusting hussy. Please, please, forgive me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I told her.

“I did! I was his slut, Sven.” She lifted her head, her raw eyes staring at me as they swam with more tears. “I did everything to please him.”

“And?” I asked, keeping any of that anger out of my voice. She wasn’t to blame.

She furrowed her brow. A sniffling inhalation shook her body. “You’re not angry? Why aren’t you angry? You should hate me. Think I’m filthy. I am filthy.”

“You’re not!” I growled, unable to hide my fury. “It’s not your fault a corrupted priestess put a spell on you.”

“But… but…”

“You can’t help these amplified desires,” I continued. If I ever found the bitch who did this, I would wring her Las-damned neck. “You couldn’t help that her enchantment drove you wild with lust that you couldn’t control yourself. It’s not your fault. You have nothing to feel guilty about. I don’t hate you. I’m not angry at you. It’s not your fault.

“It’s your father’s fault. That bastard deserves to have Dauthaz’s scythe cut off his balls for what he did to you before the God of Death rips out his souls and carries him to the Astral Plane to suffer for his crimes.”

She blinked at me. “But… but…”

I cupped her face and bore into her eyes. “You are not his whore. You are not his slut. You are my betrothed. No spell cast by a Las-fucking priestess will change that. And we’re going to do something about it. We’re going to break it.”

Her eyes widened. Something changed in her expression. Warmth billowed in her sapphire eyes. A tremulous smile grew on her red lips. Her arms tightened about me as she leaned closer to me. I smelled her musk. It filled my nose as she whimpered.

“Y-you mean that? You’re going to free me?”

“Of course,” I told her. “Did you think I’d let one of my women be chained by a spell, let alone to your whore-poxed father?”

“Sven…” she said and then she kissed me.

Salt adorned her lips. She clung to me, her small breasts rubbing on my naked chest as she shook. Her tears spilled down her cheeks, seasoning the kiss as she trembled against me. I held her tight. I loved her with all my might.

I would make Prince Meinard pay. He had one more crime to answer for. I would yank out his guts and listen to him howl for what he did to his daughter. Such fury rippled through me. I wanted to march to Echur right now, ride day and night to reach there and plunge my dagger into his chest.

Ava broke the kiss. “Aingeal… She can do it, right?” The princess cast her gaze over to my faerie wife kneeling beside us, her butterfly wings fluttering behind her. “You can free me?”

“No, it’s powerful enchantment that’s settled deep into your soul,” she answered. “It’s subtle magic placed there by a god. By Las himself. My spirits don’t have the strength to break it.”

“Oh,” Ava said.

“But a priest or priestess of Luben will,” Kora said. “The God of Love can counter his son’s lusts. There’s a temple here in Az. We’ll go right away. We’ll save you.”

“You won’t be a slave to your desires for him any longer,” I told my princess.

“Thank you,” Ava said, a huge smile exploding across her lips. “I… I…” Then her body stiffened. “I almost forgot, but I learned something terrible while I was in my proxy in my father’s study. He’s aligned himself with the Paragon. They know we’re here. He… He’s going to burn this temple down and kill Carsina and Theophil. We have to act. We don’t have time to break this spell.”

Her words whipped through me. I stiffened. Meinard and the Paragon… Of course that slimy, diseased bastard would align with the Biomancer’s monstrosity. My mind worked through the problem, evaluating it, weighing possibilities. We needed to get into the Vault. We had to find the key to the Altar of Souls. It meant losing Kora, but…

But the amulet had to be destroyed. Especially if the Paragon knew about us. Knew we were here. I didn’t miss that implication. If Prince Meinard knew enough to destroy the temple, we must be being watched. Probably by the Paragon. And now he knew where we were.

But Echur was days away.

“We have time,” I told her. “We’ll break the spell, conceive a child, and find the key to the Altar of Souls. Then we can send Carsina and Theophil into hiding or something. We’ll be out of Az here long before your father’s men can arrive.”

Or anything else the Paragon might send.

To be continued…

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