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Sven Falk

Kora rolled off of me and landed on her back. She giggled, “Gods, she really wants to have your dick in her cunt, brother mine.”

I glanced at my sister—my wife—and grinned at her, my lips sticky with her juices. “Every woman wants my dick in her.”

“Not Priestess Thea,” Kora said, her blue eyes bright.

“You are never going to forget about her, are you?” I muttered. I gripped Carsina’s ruby hair. I pulled her up my body.

“Nope!” My sister gave me a wicked grin. “You enjoy Carsina’s cunt impaled on your dick.”

“Oh, I will, sister dear,” I said. “Thea didn’t know what she was missing, but Carsina does.”

“I do, Master!” Carsina moaned, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her red-furred muff.

Kora glanced over at Ealaín stroking her girl-dick. My sister-wife licked her lips. Then she beckoned a finger. For a moment, a flare of jealousy shot through me. Once we were done at the Altar of Souls, Ealaín would have my sister all to herself. Our family would be split apart.

I didn’t want to think of the upcoming divorce. I wrenched my head away, focusing instead on Carsina’s red-furred muff caressing my dick. Her bright-ruby pubic hairs engulfed the crown of my dick moments before I felt the kiss of her silky pussy lips.

An owl hooted as she impaled her pussy down my dick.

“Master!” she groaned as her juicy, Valyan snatch engulfed my dick to the hilt.

I groaned at the hot pleasure surging down my shaft at the feel of her. It was incredible to be in a woman’s cunt. My sex slave’s cunt. Zanyia may have bullied her way into being my sex slave, but I enjoyed it now. I savored owning my women.

Her cunt engulfed me to the hilt. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as she leaned over me. Her bluish tits swayed, her ruby nipples bouncing back and forth. They were such inviting tits. I seized them, my thumbs rubbing over her nubs.

“Master!” she groaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “Oh, Master, yes, yes, we have to cum! So hard! So fast!”

“Then move those hips,” I groaned. “Work that pussy up and down my dick and make it happen!”

“Yes!” she moaned.

As she rose her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching hard around my dick. Beside us, Kora gasped as Ealaín rammed her clit-dick deep into my sister-wife’s pussy. I shuddered at their passion while Carsina slammed her cunt down my dick, her tits jiggling in my hand.

Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinched her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.

“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”

“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. I moved my hands around her waist, grabbing her ass as she rocked on me. “I’m going to drain your balls of all its cum.”

“Good luck with that!” Kora moaned beside us. “My brother has Slata-blessed nuts.”

I grinned at Carsina, her ruby eyes glossy behind her glasses. Her nipples throbbed against my chest as she rocked against me. Her pussy clenched tight on my dick as she whimpered. Then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, tasting my sister’s cunt on my lips.

I gripped her ass as she worked her pussy up and down my dick, feeling her muscles flex and pounce. My new sex slave loved my cock. She squeezed and relaxed, swelling the pressure in my balls.

She broke the kiss and nuzzled her mouth into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe then groaned, “Oh, Master, you’re going to flood my pussy, aren’t you?”

“You’ll be dripping for days!” I growled.

Gripping her ass, I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down so hard on my dick. I stared into her crimson eyes before I rammed into her hard. I thrust my cock into her, fucking the little priestess-slut with all my passion.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned, her eyes bulging behind her glasses. “Yes, yes, yes, Master! Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on this dick. I’m going to milk your cock dry.”

“Pater’s cock!” I growled, eager for that.

My balls smacked into her taint as I pounded her. I braced myself on my elbows. I rammed my dick over and over into her juicy depths. Her flesh clung to me. Her pussy gripped my cock as she shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back.

She had strength from working with her hands. She pulled me into her cunt. I groaned, reveling in the delight of her cunt. I drove my dick hard into her. I buried into her over and over. I enjoyed her with all my passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Master! Oh, your dick! Mmm, that’s so good! I’m getting closer and closer to cumming! You’re plunging so deep into me!”

“You’re little slut-cunt just wants to milk my dick, doesn’t it, slave?” I growled, staring into her ruby eyes.

Delight shone in them.

Her fingernails clawed my back as she howled, “Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed about my dick.

I made my sex slave cum. Pride surged through me as I pounded her convulsing snatch. I reveled in the rippling of her hot sheath. Her silky flesh massaged my shaft, teasing the sensitive tip. The sensations shot to my balls thwacking into her flesh. They swelled with my cum.

She thrashed beneath me. Her breasts heaved, nipples brushing my chest. Her hands shot up to grip the back of my neck. She pulled me down to her. I held her tight, enjoying her quivering against me. Her breath blew hot across my ears.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned. “Cum in me, Master! Fire all that jizz in me! I need it! I want it so bad!”

I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, burying my dick deep into her convulsing cunt. Such burning delight filled me. She was incredible. I grunted and groaned, savoring the feel of her writhing about me, milking me.

“Gods, I need your jizz in me, Master!” she moaned. Her lips nibbled on my ears.

“Gods, you are such a slut!” I growled.

“Your slut, Master!”

Her words, combined with her convulsing snatch, shot lust down to the tip of my plunging dick. I groaned as I buried into her. With a growl, I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in her. My cum fired out of my cock and spilled into her snatch.

Her pussy spasmed harder. She milked me. My jizz pumped into her, mighty spurts of spunk that splashed inside her cervix. Her snatch writhed about me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the delight spilling through my body.

“Gods damn, what a cunt!” I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me, waves of darkness crossing my vision as the bliss pulsed from my dick and slammed into my mind. “Pater’s mighty cock!”

“Your mighty cock, Master!” she moaned into my ear. “Ooh, Master! I love it!”

A hooting owl punctuated our passion.

She stiffened beneath me as her pussy milked out the last drops of cum. “Did you hear that, Master? That owl?”

“Huh?” I groaned, my mind buzzing with rapture.

“It’s identical to a hoot I heard in Az. It’s followed us.”

I froze atop her, a knife slicing through my pleasure.

“It’s the same pattern. No variation to it. The exact same three hoots with the same cadence and rhythm. No natural animal is so consistent.”

Hoot-hoot-hoot.

I frowned. I had been hearing hooting since… since for a while now. I just… ignored it. Owls hoot. My eyes flicked to the forest. A shape perched in the trees, watching us the way an owl would, eyes reflecting back the cook fire.

I rolled off of Carsina to my equipment, snagged a dagger, and rose in a smooth motion. The shape spread wings as my knife flashed through the air. The branch shook. The owl launched itself into the air and—

My weapon struck home, timed right. The creature tumbled to the ground.

“What?” Ealaín gasped, lifting herself up from my sister’s embrace as I rose. “Sven?”

“My husband?” Aingeal asked.

“I got the thing,” I said, grinning. I drew another dagger and advanced naked to the twitching creature.

Carsina padded behind me. Then Ealaín appeared at my side. She gripped her war ax. Though we had our magical armors and the weapons they created, we kept our mundane arms around. Just in case.

The thing I hit spasmed on the ground. Feathers drifted around it. The thing was shedding them as it died. Black ichor bubbled around my dagger’s hilt. I stopped several feet away, studying the thing. It was small, sickly and bent, its flesh stony like the grotesque off a building come to life. It wasn’t natural.

“One of the Biomancer’s vermin,” Ealaín said. She knelt, peering closer at it.

“What’s going on, brother mine?” Kora asked.

“We’re being followed,” I growled.

To be continued…

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