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Story Codes: Female/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Sex Toy, Oral Sex

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Kora Falk

Three days after the coronation, I felt inspired as I stared at the block of black marble sitting in the center of the courtyard, the summer sun shining down on it. Veins of white rippled through the midnight stone, giving it such an interesting pattern. I shuddered, ready to perfect another art form. Priests and priestesses of Rithi were always driven to new way to express our passions. I had been trained in all of them.

Now that I had a chance to stay in one place, I was eager to make so much art. I had spent the last month painting everything from scenes of our family fighting various monsters, to the various members of Sven’s harem in various states of undress and sensuality, including a lovely capture of Zanyia feasting on Aingeal’s pussy, the faerie’s wings spread wide.

I slipped out of my robes, folding the pink silk and setting it on a bench. I shuddered, loving the warm kiss on the sun on my naked flesh. My nipples poked hard before me I was so excited to begin my work of art. I had to put my all into it.

However, I hadn’t sculpted in over a year.

Despite that, I wasn’t afraid of making a mistake. I could feel the Goddess whispering to me. Inspiration burned as I could see the figure inside the stone. I would wrought something so beautiful today. A tingle raced through me. An excitement burned inside of me. Creating always made me wet. It was such a sexual act to bring something of beauty into the world, the meeting of the esoteric mind with the physical world, combing them to form something almost preternatural.

“Mistress, your tools,” Carsina said. The equally naked priestess of Krab walked out, her skin that lovely shade of Valyan blue, a pale tinge that infused her flesh. Her scarlet hair spilled about her smiling face. She held a collection of chisels on a black pillow. “I forged these myself. They are balanced to perfection.”

She sat them on the work bench, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. She smiled at me, a creamy glimmer between her thighs. She picked up a large chisel. “Shall we bless them, Mistress?”

The tool’s handle was round and smooth, made of gray-black steel. The tip looked sharp, the end blunt like the head of a cock. I smiled as I sauntered to her, the heat building in my pussy. Juices ran down my thighs.

“And… I assume I have to quench this tool in your… passion?” I asked her, stroking the smooth handle. “I can’t help but notice how sleek you made these tools.”

“How else can my God’s blessing reach through my body?” she asked, giving me a naughty look. Her thighs spread wide, her bush bright-red and dripping with her cream.

“You are a naughty one,” I said, kneeling before my sex slave. “I love it.”

She giggled. “Of course you do. You are Sven’s sister.”

I winked at her then breathed in the inspiring beauty of her tangy pussy. That scent made me hunger to eat this Valyan human. I leaned forward and brought the blunted butt of the chisel to her pussy, eager to use it as a makeshift dildo.

She gasped as I rubbed it against her hot flesh. She trembled at the cool kiss of the metal on her. Delight twinkled in her ruby eyes. She bit her lip, her glasses slipping down her dainty nose. I loved teasing her, watching the chisel slide through her pink pussy lips, her folds clinging to the metal.

Then I jammed it into her.

Her head snapped back and she cried out, “Krab, let my passion spill into these materials and allow me to bring the finest craft from them!”

I felt the blessing of her God surging through her as I pumped the chisel in and out of her cunt. Her juices coated the metal, the tool tingling in my hand. I shuddered. My snatch grew hot and juicy as I watched as it slid in and out of her depths.

Her whimpers were so delicious. Her breasts jiggled as I fucked the tool in and out of her. I leaned closer, breathing in more of her musk. The juices ran down to my hand gripping the chisel right above the point, her cream warm against the cold metal.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Mistress!” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. Her round breasts jiggled as she shuddered. “Mmm, we’re going to make sure you have the best tools. You will make such an amazing statue.”

I smiled at her, thrusting harder, ramming that dildo deep into her cunt. Then I leaned forward and licked at her snatch. My tongue fluttered against her clit. I sucked and nibbled on it. I swirled my tongue around her delicious bud, gathering her tangy passion.

It dribbled down my chin. I sucked on it. I loved it. She whimpered louder. Her hands squeezed her tits as she groaned. My hands jammed the tool into her depths. I stirred her around, twisting the tool as I fucked her, loving her.

Her moans were so sweet. I was creating such a beautiful art with her, a prelude to the carving. My pussy clenched as I nibbled on her clit. I sucked on it, my lips latched on it. Her cream ran down my chin to my neck.

“Krab’s skilled hands and mighty tools!” Carsina moaned, her hands digging into her tits. Her dark-red nipples thrust out from the pinnacle of her breasts. “Oh, yes, Mistress. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Mmm, good,” I moaned, twisting the tool, stirring it through her pussy. “I want you to explode on it. Bless it! Bless my tool with your naughty cunt!”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her face twisting. “It’s so good, Mistress!”

I nipped her clit. I sucked hard. My sex slave priestess cried out in rapture. Her scarlet hair danced about her face as her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. They bathed my hand and the chisel with her blessing. The power of her God burned through her snatch.

I lapped it up, shuddering at the delight of experiencing her divine magic. Her tangy cream filled my mouth. My breasts jiggled. My twin braids swayed down my back as I shuddered. My pussy burned with delight.

She squeaked and shuddered. Her body swayed. She blinked her ruby eyes. “Oh, Mistress, that’s the first chisel blessed.”

I pulled it out of her cunt, staring at her cream coating the steel. “Mmm, yes, we’ve got more to do.”

She reached out and grabbed another one, its tip finer, needed for the more delicate details. “Just lie back and let me do all the blessing.”

“Lie back?” I asked as I leaned down onto the courtyard’s cobblestone. “What are you going to do?”

“Work a different sort of magic, Mistress,” she said.

The azure sky burned above. I gripped the pussy-soaked chisel in my hand, bringing it to my breasts. I smeared her pussy juices across my tit, smiling as she leaned down. She licked her lips. I could see the hunger in her eyes as she knelt between my thighs.

She jammed the fresh chisel into her blessed pussy as her head lowered. Her bespectacled face stared up at me as she nuzzled into my shaved pussy. I groaned at the hot contact of her mouth against my feverish flesh. Her tongue licked across my lips, gathering the tangy juices coating them.

She tasted delicious.

Her tongue fluttered through my pussy as she fucked the chisel in and out of her cunt. She plunged it over and over again. I groaned, my hips shaking from side to side. She pressed her mouth tight against my pussy, her tongue jamming deep into me.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” I moaned as her tongue danced around inside of me. I shuddered, the rims of her glasses rubbing on my twitching thighs. “Bless that chisel with your cunt and make me cum! We are making such beautiful art.”

“So beautiful, Mistress!” she moaned.

She fluttered her tongue through me. I groaned as she loved me. Pleasure surged through me. My free hand grabbed her scarlet hair. I gripped her silky strands, holding her in place as she feasted on me. Her tongue fluttered through my petals, licking up my juices.

I groaned as the pleasure built in me. I brought the chisel to my mouth. I licked at her tangy cream off of it, moaning as her lips nuzzled at my clit now. She nibbled on it, fluttering her tongue over it while her fingers, the ones not occupied fucking the other chisel in and out of her cunt, jammed deep into my snatch.

I groaned at the plunge of her delicious fingers into me. They stirred around in me. Loving me. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side as she fucked them faster and faster into me. Her tongue sucked on my clit.

My pleasure swelled.

“Carsina, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, Gods, you are such a wicked thing! Mmm, yes, yes! We’re making such beautiful art!”

“We are, Mistress!” she moaned, her own voice throaty. I bet she was driving herself towards another orgasm.

My eyes squeezed shut. It was such a naughty delight to experience. Just so wicked and wonderful. Pleasure shuddered through my body. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling on the ground as she thrust her fingers faster and faster into her snatch.

It was so amazing. So wonderful. I gasped out in delight for all to hear. My passion echoed through the courtyard. She moaned about my clit as she loved it. All these amazing sensations swirled in my nethers, feeding my impending climax.

“Rithi!” I gasped, crying out to my Goddess. “Oh, Rithi, we’re going to make such beautiful art! Yes!”

My orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy convulsed about Carsina’s thrusting fingers. Cream gushed out around her digits. She licked and lapped at my folds, moaning. Stars danced across the summer sky. I clutched her hair in one hand, the pussy-soaked chisel in the other as the pleasure consumed me.

I rode it. I gasped and moaned as it rippled about my body. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side. It rippled through me. I panted and shivered. My heart thundered in my chest. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes squeezed shut as the ecstasy peaked in me.

“Rithi! Yes!” I cried out as my orgasm died into buzzing delight. My eyes fluttered open.

Sven stood over me, a roguish grin on his face. “You are making something beautiful. I heard you on the other side of the castle.”

“Good,” I panted. “Mmm, are you departing?”

He nodded his head, wearing his black armor. Carsina had mended it after the gruesome wounds Prince Meinard’s claws had torn into my brother’s flesh. He knelt down over me, leaning so he could give me an upside down kiss.

I loved the rasping feel of his stubble.

“I’ll miss you, brother mine,” I groaned when he broke the kiss.

“It’ll only be a few weeks,” he said. “When I get back, I expect to see the statue done.”

“It’ll take longer than a few weeks,” I groaned. “That’s marble, Sven.”

He shrugged. “When I get back.”

I shook my head, buzzing from my orgasms. “Not even with my blessed chisels.”

“Is that why Carsina’s got one jammed into her cunt?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” the priestess said in that gushy tone of worship all his sex slaves had around him.
“You be safe,” I told him. “Don’t let Prince Reinhold do anything tricky.”

“The negotiations will be fine,” he said, giving a dismissive wave. “Ava will talk circles around him, and if he tries anything…” He gave me a wink and a grin.

I giggled despite the nervous fear bubbling in my stomach. I would miss my brother, Zanyia, and Aingeal on their diplomatic mission. But the war had to end. The mess Prince Meinard made of Zeutch had to be undone if Ava’s dream of a peaceful nation was to come about.

To be continued…

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