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Kurtis – Ankush, Queendom of Naith

After four healing potions, I was in much better shape. I felt so incredible, in fact. I had triumphed. I had passed the last Trial. No, I had crushed it. Conquered it. Dominated it and pissed all over it.

Pradu knelt on the floor, broken and humiliated. She dripped in piss. It wasn’t something I liked to do, but I had to show the rakshasa just how much I had broken her. How much I had humiliated and degraded her. They had to understand that I wasn’t their prey.

That I was stronger than them. I had to be if I wanted to survive the Empire of Shizhuth. And I would. I would fuck lamia and naga over there. I would bugger their fucking serpentine empress herself. It would be glorious.

“Wash her off,” I ordered the two other rakshasas. “Naryu, make sure Lavhi helps. She doesn’t get to feel her vibrator until that cunt is pristine.”

“Yes, Master,” moaned Princess Naryu. She nudged Lavhi.

“Yes, yes, Master,” Lavhi moaned, her eyes staring up at me. “Make her clean. We’ll do it. She’ll be nice and clean. Promise, promise.”

I nodded.

Then I turned to my sisters. Lasla and Pyrriah had such different expressions on their faces. Lasla was full of such sympathy, her lower lip trembling and her blue eyes looking swollen with emotion. She had tear tracks down her cheeks. Pyrriah possessed a grin of shared triumph, in savoring his victory with him. A warrior who acknowledged my triumph. Who respected and admired it.

I pulled my sisters to my naked body. The pain was gone. I had never thought I would feel such agony, but I had endured it. I could never let my women feel what I had gone through. Sisters or sex slaves, none of them deserved that. And I had found a weapon. My idea had worked.

Lasla and Pyrriah kissed me. My sisters’ lips met mine. We shared a three-way kiss, my hands sliding down their naked backs to grab their asses. I squeezed them, reveling in the delight that we were together. That I had overcome so much.

I had gambled their freedom on this Trial. And I had succeeded. Las’s hot blood pumped through my veins had made it possible. My fingers dug into their rumps. My cock hardened as their lusts swelled. Lasla’s rose faster than Pyrriah’s. She was more similar to me even though she was my half-sister and not my twin sister.

Pyrriah broke the kiss. “You made her into your bitch,” groaned Pyrriah. “That’s so awesome. I love it!”

I grinned at her. “I did.”

“He controlled her lust,” Lasla said in awe. “He took her sadism and inverted it into masochism. He denied her release, made her hornier than she ever had been in her life, and then left her with only one way to get satisfaction. You broke her with pleasure.” A big grin of triumph spilled over her face. “You utterly dominated her with rapture.”

“And degradation,” said Pyrriah. “There was pain in there, too. I can’t believe you did that. I didn’t know you could. I knew you could affect lust, but…” She beamed at me.

“He wants us to suck his dick now, “Lasla purred, her hand sliding down my naked body. “He wants us to love him. To worship him.”

Pyrriah winked a blue eye at me. “Mmm, don’t you want to blow him? I want to worship his dick. He deserves it for what he just did. Ooh, he accomplished something amazing. Something powerful and awesome. Let’s fall to our knees and love his dick.”

“Oh, yes, yes, that would be so amazing,” Lasla said. “You earned it, Kurtis. You earned it all. You’re the champion of our family.”

She fell to her knees and grabbed my cock in both her hands. She held it out before her and licked the crown. I groaned, savoring the way her tongue slid over my cock. A shiver ran through me. This amazing heat that had me groaning from her stroking contact. My hands balled into fists. My chest rose and fell.

Pyrriah kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She was so strong and bold. So sexy and powerful. I kissed her back as Lasla bathed the crown of my dick in her tongue. I felt both their lusts. Pyrriah didn’t lie. She and Lasla wanted to worship my dick with their mouths. To reward me.

I broke the kiss. “I love you. Gods, I love you both so much.”

“I knew you could do it.” Pyrriah winked at me. “Mmm, but if I don’t get down there, Lasla’s going to hog your cock. She’s such a greedy sister.”

I nodded.

“So greedy,” Lasla purred and then suckled my dick into her mouth.

“Hey!” Pyrriah fell to her knees, her red hair bouncing about her face. She pressed her cheek into her sister’s and kissed at my shaft. I groaned, my face contorting with the delight of this moment. My fingers flexed and my dick throbbed. “Share.”

Lasla suckled hard one more time. Then she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, “Fine. Here.”

They licked my dick together, their tongues dancing over my crown. I threw back my head and groaned, savoring the pleasure of this moment. My face scrunched up as I reveled in the passion of them bathing me.

Pure pleasure. No pain involved. No burning across my ass and back. I savored it, my hands resting on their heads. I stroked through their red and black hairs. The silky strands felt the same. Their tongues moved in nearly identical ways.

Delight shot down my cock as they bathed me. I groaned, my dragon-mother and Nephi watching while the two princesses were washing Pradu’s body. They scrubbed at her with wire brushes. The new slave moaned in delight, enjoying the roughness of it.

I had completely changed her.

I groaned as their sweet tongues bathed my cock. Pyrriah’s hands cupped my balls. She kneaded them. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as I loved what they did to me. My heart pumped blood that rushed through my veins.

The pounding heat swelled in my heart as they loved me. I tightened my hands on their heads, moaning, “Las’s big dick.”

“Mmm, Kurtis’s bigger dick,” Pyrriah purred and then swallowed my cock.

I groaned as she suckled on my dick. She nursed on me with passion. She bobbed her head. My face scrunched up as I savored the passion of my twin nursing on me. She suckled with hunger, my balls twitching in her hand.

“Ooh, yes, yes, suck our brother’s big and mighty cock,” Lasla moaned. “He tamed Pradu with it.”

“Yes!” squealed Pradu. “Master did. He broke me! He was stronger than me! Pradu weak, filthy, disgusting cunt! Scrub her dirty pussy harder! Make Pradu clean for master.”

“Gods, she’s broke,” I groaned as Pyrriah loved my dick.

She winked a blue eye at me and suckled hard.

Then she slid her mouth off my dick and handed my cock over to Lasla to love. She slurped it into her mouth, nursing on me with her more loving hunger. Pyrriah had force behind her suckles. That fiery passion that lurked in her and exploded in times of danger.

My sisters were different and amazing. I was thankful Las had given me two of them. My black-haired sister bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. My face scrunched up as Lasla loved my dick with their cock.

“Gods damn, you two are amazing!” I groaned.

“Mmm, Lasla certainly is,” Pyrriah purred. “Look at her suck that dick. Mmm, she wants your cum, don’t she.”

“Yes, she does!” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Damn, that’s good. That’s fucking amazing. You’re going to have me cumming hard. Just spurting my jizz into your mouth. Mmm, it’s going to be great.”

“It is,” Pyrriah moaned. “But we want it on our faces.”

I grinned down at my sisters as Lasla moaned around my dick. “Yes, you do.”

Lasla popped her mouth off my cock, her drool spilling down her chin. “Yes, yes, just cum all over our faces. It’ll be so hot, Kurtis.”

Pyrriah moaned her agreement as she sucked on my cock. I closed my eyes, savoring the wonderful warmth of my sisters worshiping me. They were amazing. They loved my cock with their hungry mouths. Lasla stroked my shaft and Pyrriah played with my balls.

She massaged my nuts brimming with the cum that I would fire all over their identical faces. I would hose them down. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. My hands balled into fists. I shook my head.

“Gods, that’s it. You’re getting me there.”

Pyrriah bobbed her head, sucking harder. Flickers of red grew in her hair as her lust swelled.

“Cum on our faces, Kurtis,” Lasla moaned. She licked her lips. “We love it when you paint us in your seed.”

“They do,” purred Mother. “Mmm, don’t they, Nephi.”

“I love it, Mother Azuliana,” the sphinx purred. She stood at the entrance to the slave pen, always guarding me.

I smiled at my sphinx and then my dragon-mother. They were wonderful additions to the harem. And I had two more dangerous creatures. Three if I could count on Lavhi, but she was ruined by the overload of pleasure, just addicted to it.

She whimpered as she scrubbed Pradu, clear that the princess-slut wanted her vibrator turned back on so she could lie in a happy stupor. I dug my fingers into my sister’s hair, rising closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

“Gods damn, Pyrriah,” I growled.

“Stop sucking!” Lasla moaned. She could feel my lust rising. She couldn’t manipulate it, but she could sense it. “He’s going to erupt on our faces!”

Pyrriah ripped her mouth off my dick and pressed her face against Lasla’s. My sisters moaned, “Cum on us, Kurtis! We love you!”

I erupted.

My cum fired over their identical features. I groaned, painting them with my spunk. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned, my head shaking from side to side as I savored this rapture.

“Gods damn!” I howled, splattering their faces with spunk. “That’s it. Take that cum. Damn, you love it!”

“We do love it!” they both moaned and then opened their mouths and stuck out their pink tongues.

My cum splashed on their lips and tongues. More painted over cheeks and noses. It matted their foreheads and ran thick over their features. My seed dripped onto their breasts, which jiggled and shook as they quivered there.

I groaned, pumping the last of my spunk from my aching dick. I shuddered, taking in a deep breath. It was an amazing pleasure. I loved every second of spurting my jizz into their faces. I groaned, my heart thundering.

“Gods damn, that was hot,” I said.

Then they turned and licked it off each other’s faces. My sisters cleaning up my jizz from each other’s features was one of the hottest things in the world to witness. Their pink tongues flicked out over the other’s cheeks and chins and nose, scooping up my spunk and then swallowing it.

My lust swelled as I watched them do that naughty act. My heart raced. It was such a beautiful sight. I licked my lips, my blood melting from the sight. Then their lips came together to shear my spunk with the other.

Their lusts swelled in them. Their pussies dripped. They had to be fucked. My sisters needed to be pounded hard. I had to give them what they craved. I had to pound them hard and make them explode. I couldn’t help but grin in delight in anticipation of doing just that.

This would be amazing. Then I felt their desires and smiled.

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Pyrriah

“He wants to fuck you in the ass while you eat me out,” Lasla said as she sank to the floor, her round breasts jiggling.

“Mmm, that sounds wonderful,” I moaned, wanting to feast on my sister and get fucked by Kurtis. It was wonderful that they both knew what I wanted and provided. “You two are amazing.”

Lasla winked a blue eye at me and then spread her legs wide. “Oh, we have our reasons.”

Kurtis chuckled.

Ooh, what were those two up to? I was so eager to find out as I sank my knees between my sister’s thighs. I bent over, thrusting my ass at my twin brother. He was so strong and mighty. I wiggled my rump at him, my pussy dripping juices that soaked my bush and ran down my thighs.

I pressed my face into Lasla’s black bush, her spicy delight filling my nose. I nuzzled in and licked her cunt. I feasted on her incestuous twat, the flavor of our brother’s cum lingering on my mouth. It was such a wonderful delight to experience.

I wiggled my ass, wanting him to ram into me. Just slam to the hilt and fuck me hard. It would be amazing. I could just feel how awesome it would be. I would have a huge climax. A mighty burst of delight. It would be profound. Amazing.

“You naughty tease,” my twin said. Then his cock smacked into my rump.

“You should have her eat your pussy,” moaned Lasla. “I mean, if you were a woman because… Ooh, she’s so teasing. Las’s big dick, that’s wonderful, sister.”

“So is your cunt!” I fluttered my tongue up her slit, gathering that spicy delight.

She shuddered, her round boobs jiggling. Our brother pressed the tip of his cock into my butt-crack. He slid it down and down until he found the entrance to my asshole. He pushed against my anal ring. It widened and widened.

I groaned and groaned into Lasla’s cunt.

“Pyrriah!” growled my brother. “Yes!”

He rammed into my asshole. I shuddered, savoring the feel of him sliding into my bowels. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned as he slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. My head tossed from side to side. I groaned and whimpered, the heat melting to my cunt.

My tongue thrust into Lasla’s spicy depths as my brother’s cock bottomed out in me. His pubic hair rubbed on my ass. That felt so wonderful. I squeezed my bowels around him. He grabbed my hips and drew back his cock, groaning as he did.

“Gods damn, that ass!” he growled. “My sisters have the best asses in the world! Las’s big dick!”

He rammed back into me. I groaned into Lasla’s cunt, my bowels gripping his dick. He pumped away at me, his balls smacking into my taint. I groaned, savoring Lasla’s spicy cream as Kurtis’s sodomized me. He buggered me hard and fast.

“So good,” I whimpered, red flickering through my hair.

“Ooh, yes, yes, sweet sister,” Lasla moaned. “Get that tongue in me. Yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum so hard.”

“Good,” I moaned before plunging my tongue back into her cunt.

I swirled about in her. I devoured her twat while Kurtis rammed his cock into my bowels. He fucked me hard and fast, his nuts smacking into my taint. It was such a thrill to enjoy. I groaned, clenching my flesh down hard on him.

Lasla gasped, her breasts jiggling. The passion that Kurtis churned up in me by fucking my asshole inspired me to devour Lasla’s cunt. I slid my hands beneath her rump and the floor, gripping her butt-cheeks, and devoured her. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds.

“That’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s just so amazing! Ooh, you’re making me feel so good, Pyrriah. Ooh, you’re so energized. Yes, yes, Kurtis, fuck our sister’s ass harder.”

“Gladly,” Kurtis growled.

I squealed as he pounded my asshole. He drilled that cock into my anal depths. My bowels clung to him, my pussy drinking in the heat. It swelled in me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. To exploding on his big dick.

My hands squeezed my sister’s butt-cheeks while my tongue darted around in her cunt. I fucked it in and out of her, keeping my tongue stiff. As I did, my thumb crept into her butt-crack. I slid it slowly to her asshole. I found her puckered hole.

Thrust.

I rammed into my sister’s asshole. She gasped, her thighs squeezing about my head. She held me to her furred muff as my thumb jammed deep into her asshole. Her velvety flesh clung to my fat digit the way my asshole clung to our brother’s cock. He fucked his dick hard into me. Fast. He buried to the hilt in me again and again.

It was incredible.

I groaned, my bowels squeezing about his dick ramming to the hilt in me. I groaned, savoring the way he buried over and over into me. I shuddered, loving every second of it. Every last moment of his dick burying into me.

“I’m going to cum,” Lasla moaned. “Oh, yes, yes.”

“Mmm, make her cum,” our brother growled. His hands moved. He slid one up to grab my left boob, squeezing it. The other traced my hip and pelvis down to my bush adorning my pubic mound. His fingers slid through and found my clit. He strummed it. “Make her explode!”

“Yes!” I howled, thrusting my thumb deep into her asshole and then suckling on her clit. I nursed on her bud.

She bucked and shuddered. Her moans reverberated through the slave room, echoing off the unveiled, stone walls. Her pussy juices gushed into my mouth at the same moment that Kurtis plunged his cock to the hilt in my bowels while rubbing hard at my clit.

I exploded.

My orgasm burst through me. I groaned into Lasla’s cunt, my tongue licking up her spicy juices gushing out of her pussy. Her asshole writhed around my tongue while my bowels massaged our brother’s thrusting dick.

“Cum in me, Kurtis!” I howled.

“Gods, yes!” he growled.

Kurtis rammed to the hilt in my asshole and erupted. His cock spurted blast after blast of his cum into my convulsing bowels. I groaned at the wonderful delight of his hot seed spraying into me. He pumped so much into me.

My pussy convulsed harder, pussy cream gushing down my thighs. I whimpered and moaned, trembling through that wonderful delight. Stars burst across my vision as my asshole rippled and writhed around my brother’s cock. I milked out every drop of spunk in him.

“Gods damn, that’s it,” he growled.

“Oh, brother,” I whimpered. “Ooh, Lasla’s that was wonderful.”

“I know,” Lasla said. “Mmm, time to play with our new pet.”

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Lasla

I rose, my body buzzing with the delight of cumming on my sister’s mouth. I had drenched her in my spicy cream and now felt amazing. I buzzed with rapture. But I had to become the mistress. I had to make sure that Pradu understood her place.

“Is the slut clean?” I asked, marching over to where Naryu and Lavhi knelt beside the damp Pradu. The water they had used had drained through a grate in the floor.

“I smell no piss on her, Mistress Lasla,” purred Princess Naryu.

“None,” whimpered Lavhi. She stared up at me, pleading in her eyes.

With a thought, the gold dildo that I had conjured to fill her cunt buzzed to life. Her eyes glazed over with delight. She fell onto her back, quivering and whimpering with happy delight. My eyes flicked to Pradu.

She stared up at me. “How shall Pradu serve you, Mistress Lasla.”

There was something so sweet hearing her referring to herself in the third person.

I fashioned a collar of gold to fit snug around her neck. Then I grabbed a fistful of her black hair and yanked hard. She yowled in pain as I marched towards my brother, dragging her behind me. She had to crawl like a bitch to keep up.

Kurtis had pulled his cock out of Pyrriah’s asshole. She panted as she lay with her belly on the floor. I ignored her as my brother rose. His body so muscular and tan from his training in the sun. His cock thrust out hard, fresh from my sister’s bowels.

I yanked Pradu’s head up. “Your master’s cock has just fucked a slut. How do you clean it.”

“Pradu cleans Master’s cock with her mouth,” she moaned.

“Open wide,” I commanded and then conjured a golden riding corp in the other hand.

SMACK!

I spanked her across her ass. She yelped in pain and then opened her mouth wide. The former slaver swallowed my brother’s dirty dick. I shuddered at the sight of Pradu nursing on him, buffing him clean without any hesitation.

“That’s right!” I hissed.

SMACK!

“Your Master’s cock must be cleaned by your mouth or—” SMACK! “—your pussy. Understand?”

She nodded.

SMACK!

I reveled in this. She had frightened me so much for the hour that she hurt my brother. I created a double-headed dildo, one end buried in my cunt and vibrating away. I shuddered at that massaging delight. The other end was thick and covered in bumps.

“Suck that dick clean,” I purred and pressed the dildo into her cunt. “You are not allowed to cum unless I think you did a perfect job.”

I fell to my knees behind the rakshasa. Her ass wiggled. I smacked my hand on her swarthy-brown butt-cheek. Her flesh rippled from the impact. She groaned, nursing hard on his cock. I smacked the golden dildo into her rump, the vibrating end surging around me.

“Clean my brother’s dick, slut!” I hissed and brought the dildo to her cunt’s entrance.

My brother winked at me.

I thrust into Pradu’s cunt.

She groaned around my brother’s cock as the shaft sank into her pussy. I grinned, my boobs jiggling. I grabbed her hips and drew back. Pradu moaned as the bumpy dildo massaged her inner pussy walls, stimulating her with new pleasure.

She moaned and then purred around his cock, that rumbling, feline sound rising from her throat. I savored it as I fucked her cunt. The buzzing end of the dildo hummed away in my snatch as I took such pleasure in dominating the bitch.

She was a cruel cunt who would never hurt another. She would serve us. I loved the sound of her sucking on my brother’s dirty dick. She made him clean as I fucked her hard with the dildo. I rammed into her cunt, the other end humming away in my snatch.

“Gods damn, that’s it,” my brother groaned. He glanced at me and nodded. He wanted me to fuck Pradu. To force her to deny her pleasure. It was her final test as our sex slave.

I pumped away at her, the vibrating end massaging my cunt. The dildo felt so delicious in me. It stimulated me in just the right way. I groaned, my black hair dancing down my back as I fucked into her cunt. I churned her up.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Mmm, suck that dick clean. Polish him. That cock was in Pyrriah’s asshole. You love it!”

She moaned. I could feel how much she loved it. How the humiliation of kneeling and having to control her orgasm affected her. This wild thrill shot through me. I smiled, so happy that I could fuck her like this. That I could pound her.

I pumped away at her, feeling her orgasm building and building in her. She growled around my brother’s dick, bobbing her head while fighting against her climax. She wanted to cum, but she was obeying us. She had been broken by my brother.

He was amazing.

“Gods, you’re such a whore,” I moaned, thrusting away. “My dildo slid right into that slut-cunt. You want to cum on it, but you can’t. No, no, you have to control yourself. You can’t enjoy… this!”

With a thought, her end of the dildo vibrated.

She squealed in shock around my brother’s dick. She sucked hard, her body shuddering and head bobbing. I drilled into her cunt with the vibrating shaft. My pussy drank it in, my pleasure swelling and swelling. I didn’t have to hold off at all. Oh, no, I could cum and cum and cum.

My boobs bounced as I fucked her pussy. My crotch smacked into her rump. She suckled and moaned. My brother’s face contorted from the pleasure she gave him. She built his orgasm, too. I could feel the pressure of his jizz building and building in her.

“Gods, that’s good,” he growled.

“But not great!”

SLAP!

I spanked her ass before driving the dildo to the depths of her cunt. The pain flared the pressure of her orgasm. She whimpered, having to fight against that stinging impact as I drilled into her cunt with my dildo. “You have to make it great! Deep-throat him. Polish every dirty bit of his dick!”

SMACK!

Pradu yowled and then her head bobbed more. I heard her gagging. He had never deep-throated a cock before, but I could feel her depraved lust. Her desire to please my brother by obeying me. My cunt clenched down on the dildo, my orgasm swelling.

She swallowed his cock.

He groaned as she worked her mouth down his dick. A smile spread on my lips as I pumped away at her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her with my every powerful stroke. It was incredible to fuck her cunt. I groaned, my pussy melting, juices leaking down my thighs around the vibrating toy.

“Yes, yes, yes, swallow every drop of my brother’s dick!” I moaned, pounding her.

“Gods, she is,” Kurtis moaned. His head threw back. “She’s got every inch of my cock down her throat. Do you feel that humiliating, Pradu? You’re mine! My slave. I own you forever.”

She almost came.

She squealed as she fought against it. I made the vibrator buzz even faster. The pleasure shuddered through me. I threw back my head and didn’t fight my orgasm. I rammed the buzzing toy into her cunt and came.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” I howled, my pussy spasming around the vibrating shaft. “That’s so good! Ooh, yes, yes!”

My hands gripped her hips, my body bucking from the rapture. The waves of delight washed through my body and spilled over my mind. My boobs jiggled and bounced from the ecstasy that flooded through my flesh.

“I love cumming!” I moaned.

“It’s amazing,” growled Kurtis. “Enjoy her cunt, Lasla. Enjoy your bliss!”

“I am!”

I started fucking her as the pleasure rushed through my mind. I pumped away at her cunt as she kept blowing my brother. She slid her lips back up his cock, nursing on him. His orgasm built and built while she fought against hers.

I hit the peak of my pleasure but another orgasm was building as I fucked Pradu’s cunt hard. I pounded the former slave mistress with powerful strokes. I buried into her with everything I had, my pleasure swelling in me.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned, so eager for that climax.

My brother smiled at me as I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her pussy again and again. We were both rising to our climaxes. Pradu suckled hard. She moaned around my brother’s cock, eager to drink his cum. I reveled in this moment.

The bitch had fallen so low.

My pussy gripped the dildo, drinking in the vibrations. I groaned, slamming the shaft hard into Pradu’s cunt. She whimpered, battling her orgasm. She was so close to it. On the verge of being overwhelmed.

But still, she fought to obey my brother.

She was his submissive. She wouldn’t betray us.

Pradu couldn’t betray us.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned, plunging the vibrator into her cunt. “Oh, Kurtis, cum in her mouth. Flood her. Give her your jizz!”

He winked at me and grabbed Pradu’s head. He fucked her mouth up and down his dick. The pressure in his balls swelled. My cunt clenched down on the vibrating toy, my orgasm swelling in me. I was so close. So was my brother.

“Gods, yes!” growled Kurtis. He threw back his head and I felt him cumming. His orgasm surged through him. He pumped his cum into Pradu’s throat.

“Swallow every drop!” I moaned, fucking her hard again. My pussy clenched on the dildo. I came again. “Yes!”

My brother’s lust washed over me. He pumped his cum into Pradu’s mouth while the rakshasa wanted to climax so badly. She fought her orgasm, the dildo humming away in her cunt. She gulped down my brother’s seed.

I rode through my orgasm, whimpering and moaning. I loved every moment of it. Stars burst across my vision. My head swept from side to side. I clutched Pradu’s hips as the pleasure drowned my mind in ecstasy.

“Oh, that’s good!” I moaned, hitting the peak of my bliss. I panted, my body buzzing.

I modified the dildo, leaving only the part in her cunt buzzing away. My pussy was suddenly empty. The golden riding crop appeared in my hand a heartbeat later. I snapped it down on her rump with a hard smack. She squealed.

“You may cum!” I hissed.

SMACK!

Pradu moaned around my brother’s cock. He ripped her head off it. She gasped and moaned, pussy cream gushing out around the vibrator humming away in her cunt. Her welted ass clenched as she trembled through the rapture.

SMACK!

“Pater’s mighty dick!” she gasped, her head tossing. “That’s so good!”

SMACK!

“Mistress Lasla!” she whimpered and then collapsed on the floor. She shuddered there, her body spasming. Ecstasy crossed her face as her submissive pleasure spilled over her mind.

I watched her tremble through her rapture, dismissing the toy. She reached the peak of her pleasure and then mewled, her body trembling. She closed her eyes, panting heavily from her climax. She looked so happy.

I grabbed her head and yanked up her head. “What is better for breaking a person: pleasure or pain?”

“Pleasure!” she gasped. “That’s how your brother broke me. He denied me pleasure!”

I smiled at her with satisfaction brimming in me.

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Pyrriah

“Pyrriah,” Kurtis said when we returned to our quarters, “can you go to the Treasure Box and let the captain know we’ll be the day after tomorrow. We should have our ambassadorship papers and can head on our way.”

“Sure,” I said. “Mmm, Princess Naryu, you’ll be my escort. Let me see that fierce tiger face.”

“Yes, Mistress Pyrriah,” the princess said. Her face blurred. Fur sprouted, white along her throat and the bottom of her jaw, orange with black stripes around the rest. Triangular ears thrust out, her muzzle full of sharp fangs. Whiskers thrust out the side. She held out her golden leash to me.

I took it and then grabbed my tulwar that was leaning against the wall. I belted it around my waist and stepped out into the corridor. Korvan and his guards stood watched. The one-eyed man nodded to me. I smiled back and strode off in my green robes. I hummed as I moved through the hallways of the Ziggurat.

After today’s display, I had no fear that any of our enemies would dare try anything. How could they think they would beat my brother after what he had done to Pradu, as well as Princess Naryu and Princess Lavhi. Having the queen’s own daughter trailing me on a leash while she was in her rakshasa form was the perfect object lesson.

This will be you if you challenge Kurtis.

Slaves we passed in the hallways bowed to us deeply and scurried out of the way. We descended through the stifling bowels of the Ziggurat, Princess Naryu whispering directions. The place was a maze, a warren of tunnels as each level was wider than the one before it. The heat and humidity only increased the lower we went.

My robes clung to my sweaty body. More beaded on my forehead. I might be able to have the power of flame—and I was so curious why Las’s parentage had given me that ability—but that didn’t mean the heat wasn’t oppressive. The climate in Naith was so much like our island, only without the refreshing breeze of the sea.

We stepped out onto the streets, leaving behind the grounds of the Ziggurat. The guards said not a word to Princess Naryu on my chain. They probably had all heard about what had happened to her and her cousin.

It was only afternoon. The test had been in the morning. People gasped at the sight of a rakshasa on a leash as I headed towards the docks. It wasn’t much better on the streets. The buildings were all made of white or beige stone that seemed to reflect the heat down on us. The narrow, winding streets didn’t allow any breeze to blow through the city.

That changed as we neared the docks. Wind started blowing, a slight relief. It came with the stink of the slave pens and the harbor. A mix of trash and old sweat. The scent of misery and suffering. I wrinkled my nose and marched on.

The Treasure Box still anchored where we had left her. Our own ship, everyone on board having succumb to Kurtis’s prowess. He had bred all the women on there. The human females and the halflings. In half a year, we would have to find another ship, most of the crew would be out of action. There were only three men, two humans and a halfling, on board.

“It’s Pyrriah!” shouted Alli. She was one of the halfling daughters. Her father had three halfling wives. He had died, but his wives and daughters (plus one son) had kept the ship going. They had hired a human family—a father, wife, son, and daughter—to round out the crew. “And is that one of the princesses Kurtis enslaved.”

“It is,” Pyrriah said, a smile on her lips as she approached the gangplank.

Alli’s sister, Delli, appeared. They both shared the same mother. Then came Kelesi and her brother Tormin, the only halfling male on board. Shalial was the last halfling daughter. She bounced up and down, her golden hair spilling around her metallic face.

“Pyrriah,” called Bethie. She was the older of the two human females with the same swarthy-brown skin of the locals. The same tones were found in Naith, down at Goldport, and on the other side of the continent at Remna. “What a surprise. We’ve been hearing so many rumors.”

“Did you and Kurtis defeat a giant troll and a berserk orc?” asked Overia, Bethie’s daughter. The girl had her mother’s beauty and bounced with step. “Did you?”

“Yes, we did,” I said, marching up the gangplank. “And I have good news. We’ll be sailing hopefully the day after tomorrow. We’ll be heading to the Empire.”

“Dangerous,” said Tarthan. He was Bethie’s husband and the bosun. He ran the deck. “Very dangerous.”

“Kurtis can handle it if half the rumors are true,” said Telesi. She stood on the stern deck, the halfling woman’s bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight. She was the captain. “The Treasure Box will sail where Kurtis wills it.”

“Excellent,” I said.

“Tell us about the fight!” Overia said, swarming to me.

“Yes, yes, tell us,” Shalial added. She bounced over, golden hair flying.

“How did Kurtis tame two rakshasa princesses?” asked Foran. He was Tarthan and Bethie’s son. A young man with a handsome smile. “That sounds so impressive.”

“Well,” Pyrriah said and launched into the story of what had happened.

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Lasla

Kurtis slept on a divan. He had gone through a lot today, so no one minded when he stretched out and fell asleep. Pyrriah still hadn’t returned from the Treasure Box, but that wasn’t surprising. The crew would be all eager to hear about the exploits of the last week.

I was just eager to be away from Ankush and Naith. I didn’t want to meet another rakshasa. The three we owned were more than enough for me. It was more rakshasa than Thrak the barbarian had ever owned, though Captain Thyrna sounded far, far more dangerous than any of the princesses here.

“How’s the laundry coming?” she called to Pradu who was out on the balcony scrubbing sheets.

“Pradu is getting it done, mistress,” she answered.

“Wonderful,” I said, nodding my head. I moved about the room and then into the small kitchen. The suites were very complete. A rakshasa had all the facilities in her quarters so she never had to leave. She had her slave rooms, her own rooms, her training room, kitchen, dining room, a sitting room, and a balcony. We even found the supplies to do the laundry.

So I put her to work.

In the kitchen, Mother Azuliana was cooking dinner. She had a roast of lamb that she was cooking in milk with figs. It smelled amazing. She glanced at me and smiled. I remembered her cooking when we were younger, that same smile on her lips.

“How’s Kurtis?” she asked.

“Still sleeping.” I paused. “How did you not turn into a dragon and rampage through the stands, Mother Azuliana?”

“It was difficult.” She touched the collar around her neck then the chastity belt around her waist. “These don’t make it easy.”

“If you asked, I would have released them,” I said. I conjured all the golden toys and collars. I maintained them. It was this little knot in the back of my mind I didn’t think about much at all.

“The instinct of all mothers is to coddle their children. That is a good thing and a bad thing.”

“How can it be bad?”

“Without the lessons of pain and adversity, a child grows up weak. Unable to cope with the stresses of life. If you solve all your child’s problems, then he will never be able to solve them on his own. He will be fragile. Kurtis had to overcome this problem on his own. If he is to grow, he must challenge him. It is the father’s job to teach this. To be the shield against the mother’s over protection. They must strike a balance. As a hermaphrodite, that balance is already in me. I still have to struggle, but I can see both perspectives.”

“Oh.” I squirmed. Suddenly, my heart ached for my children. I wanted to see Nala, Tala, Sala, and Zala, my quadruplets. They would be crawling around, driving my sylph mother and our older sisters nuts. But the mermaids would be there to help from the water.

I so wanted to go back home, but… We had our mission. I had to support Kurtis.

A commotion from the sitting room drew my attention. I hurried out of there to find Nephi at the door talking with Korvan. Kurtis was sitting up and stretching. Nephi nodded and stepped aside. One of the werefox twins stepped in, her orange hair spilling about her angular face.

“Great Kurtis,” she said, bowing, “Her Majesty, the Queen of Naith, does summon you for a council at once.”

“Damn,” he muttered while my stomach sank. “Give me a moment.”

“Of course,” said the werefox. “But do not tarry.”

Kurtis pulled on his black robes and strode to the door. He motioned to Nephi to stay here. I hurried to catch up, Mother Azuliana right behind me. He glanced at me and then held out his arm. I took it, a nervous tremble rippling through me.

What did the queen want now? I couldn’t see how it would be at all a good thing. Something was happening. Something unexpected. Would she revoke the ambassadorship? Would she try to keep Kurtis for herself? Would she be annoyed that he had escaped the punishment of taking her daughter, Princess Naryu, as a sex slave?

I know the queen claimed to be unaffected, but could a mother truly care so little about her children?

Mother Azuliana’s words about a mother wanting to protect her children did not seem to apply to the rakshasa. They did not seem to care about their daughters, but was that true? I didn’t want to think it was, so my stomach tensed.

The werefox scampered before us down the stuffy hallway. We ascended higher and higher. I had gone this way several times, including last night when I came to see the queen alone. The place was becoming familiar to me.

I didn’t like that. I wanted to be gone. If we had the papers declaring us ambassadors, I would have begged Kurtis to sailed this evening.

We stepped onto the terrace below the final level where Queen Athirmi held court. I swallowed, my feet feeling heavier and heavier with each step we climbed. I clung to Kurtis, drawing strength from him. He seemed so unconcerned. Like this was nothing of import.

Queen Athirmi set her throne with a regal bearing. The werefox darted over to join the other. The two centaurs flanked the throne. The werespider, in her human form, lounged against the wall. The lamia was curled at the queen’s feet, looking asleep. Only her feline eyes slid open as she and Kurtis stopped before the throne.

Kurtis bowed, and I joined him. “Your Majesty,” my brother murmured. “It is an honor to stand before you.”

“Always the seducer,” the queen said, a smile playing on her lips. “You are to be congratulated. None have ever dominated the administrator. It was a… stimulating sight.”

“I have always known how to mold women,” said Kurtis.

“I hope so,” she said. “I am in need of a good diplomat. There is a… problem I must attend to before it can become public knowledge. My sisters, daughters, and nieces would love to use it to bring me down.”

My stomach plummeted out of me. I swayed. A task.

“What is it, Your Majesty?” Kurtis asked.

“I need my ambassador to deal with these rebels in the mountains,” she said. “This is a more pressing concern to me than sending you to Shizhuth. When you have succeeded, you will have the paperwork you need to give you what protection I can in the Empire.”

That bitch! That wasn’t what she promised us. I remembered that dwarf being tortured and realized the cunt had planned this. She had seen my brother as the perfect person to diffuse this situation, and now she had led him to the point where he had to take it or all he had gone through today and in the arena yesterday was for nothing.

“Tell me more,” Kurtis said, his voice tight.

The queen smiled with such smug satisfaction.

To be continued…

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