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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Azuliana – Azkobez Hold, The Otsal Mountains

It had been a long, long time since I had been anything but a human woman. A busty one at that. Now I was a halfling who was as flat-chested as a fourteen-year-old girl. It certainly was different being half my size. I was so skinny. I slid through the ventilation tunnel.

How did the dwarves carve out this skinny tunnel through the stone? They couldn’t fit in here. I barely fit. It was tight, but I kept crawling. I worked my way through it to the vent at the other end. Made of metal of superb craftsmanship. I reached it and punched it.

The metal grating hit the ground with a loud clatter. I winced and thrust my head out. My short bob of blue hair swayed about me. That was the one thing I couldn’t change. My hair color. It matched my scale color. I looked back and forth. It was empty. I was in a side corridor, the guards keeping us in Ufexis’s lab on the other side.

I opened the backpack and blurred into the form of a dwarf. My body swelled. I grew far, far curvier. Big and bountiful breasts. Proportionately, they were bigger in this form. I grabbed the black dye and the gloves. I pulled those on, my big boobs swaying before me.

I missed my collar. I had grown so used to the symbol of servitude to my son. It felt like a part of me. My wife wore a matching collar. I hoped Sianili was doing well. I missed her desperately sometimes. Other times, I was ashamed to say, I hardly thought of her.

Gloves on, I started working the dye into my hair, covering my blue locks in black so that I wouldn’t stand out. I worked fast. Anyone could find me. The dye was slick and left a gleam in my locks. I kept my hair short. I had seen a few dwarven women with this style. That way, less chance of getting dye on my body and giving it away.

Luckily, I didn’t have to create pubic hair. Some dwarven women must shave. So no blue bush to give me away. I tucked it all back inside along with the canisters. I also thrust the grate into my backpack. Hopefully, no one would notice covering was missing.

I drew in a deep breath and began moving around the hold.

It was so terrifying as I moved into more populated centers. But none of the male dwarves so much as glanced at me. I gave them flirty smiles and squeezed my boobs invitation the way I had seen other dwarf females.

Their males were all made of stone. Not a big of lust for my big boobs.

I stashed the first canister near the market. I had an idea where I should place each of them. I moved through the hold. The tunnels were all carved wide. Light came from cunning crystals that directed light down from the surface through veins of stone. It was particularly useful in the more residential sections.

Here the homes were carved into the walls, with lights glowing on in them. The dwarves were bustling about. Males all. I didn’t see any of the females doing housework. Male dwarves were beating rugs, hanging out laundry, and tending to fungi gardens. The only female I saw was getting fucked by a pair of male cuckoos while three male dwarves were bringing in supplies.

They were probably her husbands who were happy not to have to satisfy her appetites.

The only ones who noticed me were the male cuckoos. They stared at me with hunger. A few of them turned into Kurtis on me. I shivered at seeing my son, but I kept on marching. I had to place the canisters. I wasn’t a female dwarf.

I could control myself.

But I was growing wetter and wetter. The longer I stayed in the form, the more the infamous female dwarven sex drive grew in me. This growing itch swelled and swelled in my cunt. Without pubic hair, and going around naked, the juices were spilling hot down my thighs.

I stashed the third canister and moved toward the halls where the decisions were made, like the council chamber where Skuld held court. I kept smiling at the male dwarves I passed, aching for one of them to just whip out his cock and—

I shook my head. What was I thinking? I was Kurtis’s and…

Kurtis stared at me. He had a big smile on his lips. That roguish grin that was so much like his father’s. Oh, how Las had seduced Sianili and me with such ease when he came to our island. Our two daughters were asleep as the God of Las ravished us all night long. He fucked us in all our holes, leaving us dripping in cum before he fled the storm that rocked our island the next day.

Vedr’s work. The Goddess of Storms loved her wife, the Goddess of Suffering, too much. Vedr was too ready to spread cruelty for Throwia’s amusement.

Thinking about Throwia and Vedr, the two Goddesses that were not happy with my family, helped me to focus. I wasn’t just moving through this place at random. I was helping my family. My children. Two of my daughters were in danger. I might not have birthed Lasla, but my wife had. That made her as much my daughter as Pyrriah, Frelia, and Iliasa.

I fled the false-Kurtis and stashed the canister near the council room. My pussy juices ran hot down my thighs. I just had one more canister to place. I whimpered, the pussy cream flowing like a molten river down my thighs.

“Hello.”

I jumped and whirled around to find Skuld marching up to me. She looked me up and down. “How long has it been since a man fucked you?”

“An hour,” I whimpered, squirming. What if she realized I didn’t live here.

Skuld tapped her chin. “Do I know you?”

Fear rippled through me. “It’s Verdandi. We were in an orgy together last month. I licked cum out of your pussy. You rimmed my asshole.”

Skuld nodded her head, struggling to remember. Then she just faked it. “Yes, yes, Verdandi, I remember now. You had a yummy asshole.”

“Thanks,” I said, squirming, one more canister to place.

“Well, you should find a male. I left three in the council room. My husbands. Feel free to have them fuck you. They’re cuckoos. They all looked like Kurtis for me.” She shuddered. “That was magnificent. I have so much cum in me right now. Care to lick it out.”

“I’m trying to have one of my husband’s babies,” I groaned. “They’re waiting for me. They made me take a break so they could recover.”

“Ah, you married dwarves. Well, that’s still good.” Skuld leaned in. “Get yourself at least three cuckoos, though. You need that much or you’ll kill them.”

“Thanks for the advice.” I quivered. “I really have to be going.”

Skuld smacked my rump as I rushed off.

I bit my lip, trying not to succumb to my lust. Everywhere I looked, stood Kurtis.

He wore tight leather pants and no shirt.

He stood naked, his cock thrusting out and pierced by a gold ring.

Three of them stood with hungry eyes all wanting to throw me down and ravish me. One for each of my holes.

He took my hand and kissed it. “I feel your need. Let me ravish you. You’re not the only dwarf woman who craves Kurtis. Let me be his substitute.”

“N-no,” I squeaked and fled.

I stashed the canister near the food supplies, great rooms that held grains, mushrooms, vegetables, smoked meat, and more. I fled back to the lab, the sweet musk of my pussy feeling my nose. I thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my cuntlips. I thrummed my clit.

My big boobs bounced and heaved as I ran through a gauntlet of Kurtises. Rugged and tan faces. Blue, hungry eyes. Strong bodies. Huge cocks. Black hair. That smile. That hungry, possessive smile. I whimpered and moaned.

The real Kurtis awaited me. These weren’t my sons. It wasn’t incest to lie with them. I didn’t birth them. Their cocks didn’t belong in my pussy. My son’s did. I kept saying that as I rushed back to the vent I had crawled out of.

It was so high above me. But I was alone. So I became the tallest of the dual-sex races. I became an orc. The die melted from my hair as it grew thick and ropy. I swelled in height, my skin going from a deep tan to a swarthy green. I thrust my hands up and grabbed the vent with ease. I flowed into a skinny halfling keeping a firm grip. My feet dangled off the floor. I scrambled up into it, my slender, nearly flat-chested body sliding into the hole. I wiggled down it, dragging my backpack, and thrust my head out into the laboratory.

Kurtis let out an explosive breath.

As I turned into a human woman, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me with such passion. I melted into him, so glad to be held by the real Kurtis. I could feel it was my son. He had something that no mortal could mimic. Something that came from his father.

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Kurtis

I closed the door, along with my mother in our personal quarters. We had just five hours to wait until the gas should start flooding it. The tonics we would have to take right before that were hidden in my robes. I pulled them out, two vials of a murky, brown concoction. I set them on a table.

My mother fell on the bed, her big breasts bouncing. Pussy cream coated her thighs. She stared at me with such lust in her blue eyes. I could tell she needed me, but… Ziryihm’s words echoed in my mind. I pulled off my robe, my cock thrusting out hard before me.

“Mother,” I said, turning to face her.

“Yes, Master?” she cooed, her fingers playing with her collar. She had insisted on donning it the moment we broke our embrace.

“Am I being too reckless with you?” I asked. “I mean, if anyone were to realize that you’re a dragon. Like Queen Athirmi or if one of the Orders of Knights found out. You’d be hunted again. I could be dooming you to never having peace or happiness.”

My mother smiled at me. “Kurtis, this is a risk I’m willing to take. When I flew us from our island, I knew it might come to revealing my true form to the world. But you’re my son. I believe in what you’re doing. I’m here to support you and your sisters in this.”

“Really?” I asked, sitting on the bed beside her.

She sat up and threw her arms around my neck. My mother pulled my face towards her. “Really, Kurtis. I knew the risks, and I accepted them. I’m your sex slave and your mother. I want to obey you and protect you. If I had to turn into a dragon in front of the whole world to do that, I would.” Her face turned fierce. “Never come between a dragon and her children. I will remind the world why they fear my kind if it means saving you.”

“Mother,” I breathed, smiling at her.

She kissed me. I gasped at the boldness of her. Then she pulled me down on top of her. My naked form pressing into hers. I shuddered, feeling her boobs rubbing into my chest. My tongue danced around in her mouth. My cock throbbed and ached. I wanted to slide into her. Just fuck her hard. She was so intoxicating beneath me.

My cock nuzzled into her shaved folds. I found her entrance and sank into her warm, hot, and inviting flesh. Into the very pussy that had brought me into this world. Her motherly embrace slid over my cock. I shuddered on her, kissing her with passion.

She kissed me back with equal delight.

My cock throbbed in her cunt. I loved the feel of her squeezing about me. She held me tight. My dick throbbed in her pussy. It pulsed and ached with the wild beat of my heart. I kissed her with hunger. Her pussy squeezed about my shaft.

I broke the kiss. “Mother…”

“Mmm, my big and strong son,” she purred. “Back where he belongs. The only cock I need.”

“But you need pussy,” I purred. “Mother Sianili’s pussy. Lasla’s and Pyrriah’s pussies.”

“And your older sisters,” she purred. “Your sex slaves. Anyone that you bring into our family.”

“Our daughter?” I asked. “Velyianira.”

“I liked,” my mother whispered. “I’m not the last dragon. Our daughter is. I can feel it. She’ll be like me. But maybe… not as violent as my kind. Lustier. She’ll have your demigod blood in her.”

A shiver ran through me. “That’s exciting. My own dragon-daughter.”

My mother nodded, her pussy squeezing about me. “And when she’s old enough, you’ll deflower her then I shall enjoy her sloppy seconds.”

“You are one wicked mother,” I groaned and drew back my cock.

“Ooh, what a compliment you give me, Master,” she moaned.

I thrust back into her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her snatch. Her pussy clenched about me. It was an amazing delight. I loved how she held me. The way she gripped me. Her silky flesh massaged me. I groaned, thrusting into her pussy. I pumped away at her.

I loved her with all my heart. I kissed her with passion. My tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned, holding me to her big and soft boobs. I loved them just this size, though knowing she could change shape… That was interesting.

My tongue danced with hers. She groaned, her pussy clenching about my cock. Her hands stroked my back as I thrust away at her pussy. I plunged to the hilt in her again and again. I buried over and over, reveling in her twat.

I wanted her pussy to ripple and writhe around my dick. I ached for her snatch to go wild about my cock. I buried into her again and again, loving the way her twat held me. She squeezed about me in such a spectacular way.

The bed creaked as I thrust into her hard.

She groaned. Her fingernails bit into my back. She raked burning furrows across me, her pussy massaging my dick. The ache grew and grew with each thrust into her pussy.

Into the heaven of her incestuous snatch.

I fucked my dragon-mother with passion. Her thighs gripped my hips. She humped back into me, moaning into my lips. Our tongues danced through the other’s mouths. She tasted fantastic. I shuddered, plowing hard into her. I fucked her with passion.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “Mother!”

“Yes, yes, Kurtis,” she moaned. “Ooh, that’s so good. Your dick is plunging into me. You’re fucking me hard. I love it.”

“Good!” I stared into her blue eyes. “I want to feel your pussy going wild, Mother. I want to flood you with my cum.”

“Matar’s big dick and tight cunt!” she groaned as I drove my cock into her cunt. “Yes, yes, flood me with it all. Mmm, that will be so good.”

I smiled at her, thrusting away with hard plunges. I felt her climax building and building in her body. I tweaked her impending orgasm, enhancing it as I slammed my cock into her pussy. She deserved to have this pleasure. This passion.

I plunged hard into her, swelling her orgasm. I brought her to the brink of her bliss. She bucked beneath me, her fingernails clawing across my back. She cried out in rapture as I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt.

“Master!” she roared with her throaty passion.

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

Her cunt spasmed and convulsed around my dick. It was incredible having her writhe and convulse around my cock, her pussy worshiping my shaft. I shuddered, loving every moment of her hot flesh suckling at me. My face contorted with the passion of this moment.

I loved it. I threw back my head and erupted.

“Las’s big dick!” I howled as I flooded my mother’s pussy.

“Matar’s big cock!” she moaned, her twat writhing around my cock.

I spurted blast after blast of incestuous cum into her pussy. I basted her with everything in my balls. I groaned with each spurt. I unloaded all my seed into her. The pleasure slammed into my mind. It was incredible. I shuddered through the ecstasy, loving every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, her flesh suckling around me. “Oh, my god, that’s good. That’s so good. Ooh, I love it. I love what you did to me. Oh, Master, fill me up!”

“Mother!” I groaned, pumping all my seed into her snatch.

The pleasure fired into my mind. I shuddered on her, reveling in the passion of her pussy milking my cock. She worked out every drop of cum that I had in my nuts. I panted on her, loving this moment of uniting with her.

“It’s going to be okay, Kurtis,” she purred, touching me. “I know you’re strong enough that you’ll never have to use me. My secret will be safe and sound.”

“Yes, Mother,” I panted, my heart hammering in my chest. “It will be. I promise.”

She smiled at me, her eyes hungry. “I know. Mmm, you’re such a strong son, too. So virile. You’re going to protect me.”

“I will, Mother,” I promised her and kissed her.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She danced it around in me. She hugged me tight, her hands stroking up and down my back. We had more time to kill. I wondered how many times I could make my mother cum?

I lost track. I left her dripping in cum. When it was time to drink the tonic that Ufexis gave us, My Mother was a mess. She was washing herself off with a wet cloth as I grabbed the vials. I handed her one and then popped off the cork.

“Gods damn,” I gasped at the pungent scent.

“That is… strong,” Mother said, her eyes watering. “Well…” She tossed it back.

I sighed and did the same. It had to be done. The thing about being strong was doing things you found distasteful. This was definitely one of those things. I gulped down the sludge, my throat working. It was thick and bitter. I tried not to think about it. I could feel it settling into my stomach, this weight. My brow furrowed as my gut gurgled in protest.

I pulled on my robe and rolled my hips. It was time to leave here. I hoped the rebels would achieve their goal. I would love to stay, but I couldn’t be tied down in one place. I had to get to the SerpentOracle in the Empire of Shizhuth and find some clue on how to save my father.

A cloud of thick, pink smoke billowed beneath the door. The scent of soothing chamomile filled the air. I would have fallen asleep, but my guts gurgled again. I winced as a painful twist rippled through me. I glanced at my mother. She rubbed at her belly.

“So it works by making you want to throw up so you can’t sleep?” I muttered and opened the door.

A thick, pink fog washed over me. I stepped into it, the haze choking off distances. I could see about fifteen feet. The two guards out front had collapsed. They snored away. At least we knew it was working.

“Come on,” I said and marched into the mist, my dragon-mother padding behind me.

We moved through the corridors, passing more dwarves and cuckoos passed out. One couple looked to have been in mid-fuck when it hit them. They were sleeping in twined, the female dwarf still impaled on the male cuckoo’s dick.

It was surreal moving through the pink haze. My stomach gurgled threateningly. The taste of bile crept up the back of my throat. I kept it down as we moved through to the lab where Ufexis and Ziryihm would be waiting for us.

The collar I made her wear lay ruined on the ground.

They were outside of it. The gnome looked quite pleased with herself. The deva’s golden wings rustled. She saw me and let out a sigh of relief. She motioned and padded down the hallway. Ufexis skipped along behind her, wearing a heavy backpack that rattled.

We moved to the exit of the hold. The fog spilled out here, too. The guards on watch had collapsed. The vapor spilled out into the canyon where I had been chased. We stepped out into the night. Dawn wasn’t far off. The sky was lightening before us.

“The Centaurs should be waiting at the mouth of the canyon,” I said and marched out into the dark.

My mother fell in at my side. Ziryihm strode at the other. Ufexis skipped along beside us, humming in such an insane way. I rolled my shoulders I felt like someone was watching us. But the entire hold had been knocked out. Right?

“Who’s down there?” a voice shouted from above.

“That’s the deva and the gnome. Plus the two humans we took!”

“HALT!” a powerful voice rang out. A javelin buried in the ground before me. It quivered.

“Why aren’t they unconscious?” Ziryihm asked.

“Oh, right, they’re outside of the hold,” Ufexis said. She burst into giggles. “I forgot all about them. Of course, they wouldn’t be hurt.”

“RUN!” I shouted, grabbed my mother’s hand, and broke into a run.

Whistles blew above us. Javelins soared down at us. They cashed into the ground. Wings flapped, the cuckoos in their avian forms swooping down at us. Death rained down. One flashed down before me, striking the ground. I snatched it up.

I whirled and threw it butt first at a cuckoo. I struck the defender in the head. He yelped and crashed to the ground, knocked out.

More javelins pelted at us. We raced down the tunnel, the gnome gasping. Her backpack rattled as she lagged behind. I was about to get her and pick her up when she downed a potion. Suddenly, her legs ran faster. She jumped over a boulder and caught up with us.

“Let’s hustle!” she shouted, pulling ahead.

“Las’s big dick!” I cursed. “Come on, Mother!”

The whistles blew. More javelins pelted down. One struck the deva’s wing. She hissed in pain and ripped it out. She flung it back, not caring if she killed the defenders. I heard a scream and a thud. I winced. I didn’t want any to die.

Then the whistles changed. It blew shrill. The flapping pulled up. I frowned only to hear hooves drumming ahead. Then the centaurs appeared, the women riding on their backs knocking arrows and losing them up into the sky. The defenders peeled off.

No reinforcements were coming.

The centaurs led our horses. There were only three of them. Ziryihm picked up Ufexis and hopped into one saddle. I scrambled up into another, my dragon-mother taking the third. The female centaurs riding on their brothers’ backs fired another volley of arrows.

“Let’s go!” growled the leader. He whirled and galloped away, his sister clinging to him. I could feel both their lusts. They would fuck hard when we stopped to rest.

I was just glad to be fleeing. We rode out of the canyon and out into the plains. We were free of the hold. We Ufexis. Now I just had to trust Queen Athirmi to hold up her end of the bargain. My stomach churned with more than just that noxious potion.

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Lasla – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I watched Pyrriah sparing in the underground training arena. We were not allowed above ground, but so long as we stayed in the “dwarf” area, Queen Athirmi wasn’t worried the ruse of holding us prisoner would reach the rebels. If it did…

I missed Kurtis so much. We hadn’t seen him in so long. I needed a cock. A big, throbbing cock.

So watching Pyrriah dancing around Solja wasn’t helping the troll was naked, his big, woody dick bouncing around as he swung his practice blade at Pyrriah. My twin was wearing a leather band around her tits and a loincloth, not much else. The sand kicked up about their feet.

That dick swayed back and forth. It was a huge cock. My pussy clenched. I fanned my face. I was so close to doing something that would anger Kurtis. I wanted to enjoy a Son of Lust’s cock. And Solja was one. A troll. One of the single male races birthed by my father’s cum.

He would pound me so hard. I would give him a different sort of workout than my sister. He would grunt and groan, burying his big dick to the hilt in me. My pussy would writhe and spasm around his cock. I would milk him.

It would be incredible to have him in me. My pussy craved a dick. It had been too long.

“Good,” Solja grunted. “You are a natural fighter, Pyrriah.”

“Picking up a sword just felt right to me,” she said, her red hair fluttering. “Wherever my fire comes from, my ability to fight is connected to it.”

“And what fire it is,” laughed Solja. He had been badly burned by those flames.

But not that magnificent cock of his. I just wanted to run my tongue all the way up that woody shaft to the tip. I would stroke my tongue over his thick crown, teasing him. He would cum so hard, just flooding my mouth with all his troll-jizz. I would gulp—

“Lady Lasla,” a dwarf said, standing before me and snapping me out of my daze, “Her Majesty summons you, your sister, and your sex slaves immediately.”

I gasped, snapping out of my lusty daze. “All of us?”

Pyrriah turned to face me in the sands. “What’s going on?”

“Get dressed, the Queen wants to see us all.” I glanced at Nephi and then at the three rakshasa slaves. Lavhi whimpered as the dildo hummed in her cunt. I turned it off. “Pradu, make sure she crawls after us. Nephi, you are at the rear, Naryu, take the lead.”

“Yes, Lady Lasla,” the sex slaves purred. They were all feline and delicious.

Princess Naryu rose, her naked body a swarthy brown, her small breasts quivering. She had gold rings threaded through each nipple topped with a gold ruby. Pradu grabbed Princess Lavhi’s leash and tugged the mewling rakshasa to her feet. Broken by pleasure, Princess Lavhi wasn’t good for much other than fucking these days.

Pyrriah pulled on her green robes and belted on her tulwar. She rushed up to join us, leaving the sands behind. She fell in beside me. I smoothed my purple robes and brushed the necklace of pearls about my throat, a gift from my brother.

“Lead on, dwarf,” I said with command in my voice. I was a Mistress.

He bowed and turned. Princess Naryu strode after, a dangerous sway to her naked hips. Her head blurred into her tiger form. She was deadly. Ready to protect us. Nephi could equally change into a lion-female hybrid. A sphinx that would rip apart any who threatened us. Our other guards, the ones we inherited from Naryu, were locked up in a cell.

I took my sister’s arm and walked back straight, Pradu and the crawling Lavhi behind us, Nephi stalking at the rear. The dwarf led us through the tunnels that honeycombed beneath Ankush until we reached the central stairwell and began the climb back up it.

“They make lifts to drive around this place,” muttered Pyrriah. “Why not an elevator to rise up it.”

“Too expensive to add,” the dwarf said. “Would require five years of construction. Never approved.”

“Ah,” Pyrriah said. “Pity.”

We climbed up it, my legs getting more and more sore until. A hope swelled in me. I could only think of one reason why we were being summoned. Kurtis had to have returned. He must be back from his dangerous mission, the gnome in hand.

I knew he wouldn’t fail. He was too good to fail at this task. He was too skilled. Too powerful. He would succeed at this no matter the cost. I had the utmost confidence in him. My heart beat faster and faster as we climbed the stairs.

We merged behind Queen Athirmi’s throne. Her court was out. The werespider lurked in the back, the queen’s two centaur guards flanking her throne, while the werefox sisters knelt on either side. We marched around it and stood before Queen Athirmi, bowing, the slaves kneeling.

“You’ve honored us with your summons, Your Majesty,” I said. Unsurprisingly, the queen’s pet lamia was licking at the queen’s cunt.

“I have wonderful news,” said the queen, a lush smile on her lips. “You are just in time.” She craned her head. “Yes, yes, here he comes.”

My sister and I whirled around to see Kurtis mounting the stairs up to the throne room. It was open, at the top of the Ziggurat, overlooking all of Ankush. He had a big smile on his lips. My step-mother was at his side, her gold collar about her throat, her leash held in his hand.

Kurtis looked so handsome, his tan face wearing a look of triumph, his blue eyes raking over my body. My cunt melted. A flood of juices spilled down my thighs. Behind him, a woman with golden wings walked and then appeared a short, brown-skinned gnome with a heavy backpack.

“Kurtis,” I whimpered, wanting to rush to him, but we were in the throne room. So stepped aside with Pyrriah to let him approach the throne. He was alive. He had succeeded.

“One gnome alchemist, Your Majesty,” Kurtis said, sweeping a bow.

“Impressive,” Queen Athirmi said. “Ufexis, I should have you spanked for being kidnapped.”

“I left enough of my concoctions behind while I was on my sabbatical,” the gnome said, giving a sweeping bow. “I could have stayed another month, and no ill-effect would have happened.”

“Save to my reputation.” The queen’s expression went icy. “Your work awaits. The pregnant women are asking about you.”

“Then I shall get settled in and attend to them.” She glanced at the deva. “My guest, Ziryihm.”

“We’ve met,” the queen said, her eyes flicking to my brother. “And you have definitely impressed, Kurtis. I shall have your diplomatic writ delivered in the morning.” Her gaze darted to me, her smile growing mocking. “Your sisters are no doubt eager to celebrate your success.”

“I can feel them,” Kurtis said, glancing at me. “With your leave, Your Majesty.”

The queen flicked a hand. I groaned and then threw myself at my brother. My arms went around his neck. I kissed him with such hunger, my lusts exploding through me. A moment later, Pyrriah hugged him from the other side, holding him tight.

I breathed in his musk as I kissed him, our tongues dancing together. My heart pounded so fast. Such joy swept through me. He was safe. We had the writ. We would finally be leaving this place. And I would finally have a dick in me. My brother’s big cock!

“You’re back,” I moaned when I broke the kiss with him, feeling his hand on my ass. His lips were on Pyrriah’s. “Oh, Gods, I missed you so much, Kurtis.”

His hand clenched on my rump as if saying, “I can feel your lust, sister. I know how much you need my cock. And you’re going to get it. You’re going to get every inch of my big dick fucking you.”

A shiver ran through my body. Heat rippled out of my cunt while a river of juices poured down my thighs. There was so much leaking out of me. I had so much brimming in me. A shiver ran through me. I was so eager for this. So ready for my brother to do naughty things to me.

He broke the kiss with Pyrriah and then he threw us both over his shoulders. I gasped, my black hair dangling around my face. Pyrriah giggled and glanced at me, her blue eyes smoldering. Already, red light flickered in her hair.

“Your Majesty, I am very exhausted. I would like to return to my quarters now,” Kurtis said and turned, marching towards the stairs.

Mother Azuliana smiled at me, her large breasts quivering. The sex slaves followed us. All save Nephi who hurried past us to take the leave. Before I could no longer see her, I smiled at how the sphinx stalked forward, back straight. She looked so proud and happy, her rump wiggling and mane of hair swaying around her shoulders.

Kurtis hurried down the stairs. He moved fast and soon we were in the sweltering heat of the Ziggurat’s interior. Servants in loincloths or diaphanous dresses bowed as we passed while the royal rakshasas licked their lips, eyes hungry and speculative. I didn’t care about any of them. Kurtis just marched by.

Our guards were protecting our quarters. One-eyed NamE with the others was out of their jail and guarding us the way they should be. I nodded to him and then I was in Princess Lavhi’s old quarters. Our home while we were here in Ankush. It was such a relief to be out of the cell.

My brother threw my sister and me down on the bed. We were both scrambling to open our robes and get naked. Kurtis did the same. My eyes fell on his cock. That big and throbbing shaft thrusting out before him. It twitched and throbbed.

“She needs you more than I do,” Pyrriah said, winking at our brother. “I’ll let her go first.”

“Thank you,” I moaned to my sister.

“Mother will take care of me, right?” cooed my redheaded sister.

“Of course,” Mother Azuliana purred, her blue hair swaying about her face. The dragoness licked her lips. She had a definite wicked look brimming in her eyes. She was up to something naughty. I found that spectacular.

I managed to get my robe open just in time for my brother to duck his head down and nuzzled his lips into my black bush. I shuddered at his touch, my pubic hair drenched by my spicy musk. I had resisted the urge to use so many hunky men. I had been at my breaking point, but…

I had my brother here to cool me off.

His tongue licked at my cuntlips. He stroked them with his bold skill. He licked up and down me with hunger. I arched my back into the bed, whimpering at what he did to me. Besides me, my sister was getting equal treatment from her mother. Pyrriah grabbed my hand.

I turned my head and smiled at her, seeing the joy in her blue eyes mirroring my own delight. The incestuous delights we both shared swept through us. I could feel how she enjoyed Mother Azuliana’s wicked tongue.

“Oh, Mother, yes, yes,” Pyrriah moaned, fiery light flickering through her red hair. “That’s so good. Ooh, I have missed you.”

“So have I,” moaned Mother Azuliana. “I missed my children.”

“And I missed my sisters,” groaned Kurtis. He thrust his tongue into my pussy and danced it around.

I squeezed my thighs around his head. I held him tight, whimpering at the pleasure he gave me. I shuddered, my face contorting from the wonderful ways he licked and lapped at me. He danced his tongue around in me, stirring up my passion.

My hand squeezed tight about Pyrriah’s. She gripped me with equal passion. Mother Azuliana feasted with hunger, her plump rump wiggling back and forth. She devoured her daughter’s pussy with the same enthusiasm Kurtis used on mine. He ate me with passion.

Like mother like son.

His hands grabbed my butt-cheeks. He gripped me. Kneaded me. He pulled me harder against his hungry mouth. His lips worked on mine. It was a delight to have him stirring me up like this. I shuddered, my body quivering from the passion he gave me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Gods damn. That’s so good. Ooh, you’re driving me wild, Kurtis.”

“Good,” he groaned and licked at me again. And again.

He lapped at me with hunger. He teased me with all that passion. It was rather remarkable to feel him licking and lapping at me with such enthusiasm. My back arched. I groaned, savoring the way he danced his tongue around in my cunt.

My orgasm built and built beneath his expert touch. His tongue stroked me in just the right ways. He knew precisely how to caress my pussy lips with his tongue to make me quiver and moan. I arched my back, loving what he did to me.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing. Oh, Kurtis.”

“Mother!” gasped my sister, our fingers entwined as we held each other’s hand. “That’s so good. Las’s big dick! Oh, Mother! I’m going to cum on your face.”

“I’m going to drown you, Kurtis!” I moaned, my round breasts jiggling. “That’s so good. I need it. I ache for it. Please, please, make me cum. Gods, I need it!”

“Of course you do,” Kurtis said. “You’re my sister. I know just what you love. What you need!”

He flicked his tongue up to my clit. I gasped as he caressed my bud with his tongue. Then he nursed on me. My back arched. I moaned, his fingers digging into my rump. He held me tight as he nursed on that wondrous pearl.

I shuddered, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. I gripped my sister’s hand, feeling her building to that same orgasm. I stared at her. She had such wild eyes. Our gazes locked. Pulled on each other. We groaned and leaned towards the other.

We kissed.

Our tongues worked together. Our lips melted tight. I groaned at the feel of my sister’s mouth on mine. Her tongue thrust boldly into my mouth as our brother nibbled on my clit. My pussy clenched, my orgasm hurtling closer.

So was Pyrriah’s. My brother was playing with us both, bringing us to the moment of eruption together. He was so skilled. I could feel lusts, but to manipulate him like he does… He was amazing. I loved him so much.

“Love you, too,” Kurtis groaned and then shoved his fingers into my butt-crack. “So cum!”

He shoved his digits into my crack and found my asshole. I shuddered as he rubbed at my sphincter. He danced his finger around it and then thrust into me. I gasped, my back arching. My face twisted in delight.

I broke the kiss with Pyrriah and squealed out, “Kurtis!”

“Mother!” my sister moaned at the same moment. Our hands clenched tight.

We came together.

My pussy went wild. My cunt convulsed, juices gushing out to bathe my brother’s mouth. He drank them up. He licked and lapped at them. His tongue danced over my pussy lips. He lapped up all the wonderful juices that poured out of me.

My sister moaned beside me, gushing her cream into Mother Azuliana’s mouth. The dragon licked up Pyrriah’s pussy juices with the same hunger that my brother used on mine. His tongue caressed me. Lapped at me. My face twisted in delight.

“Gods damn, yes!” I howled, bucking through the pleasure.

“Mother! Mother!” squealed my sister. I could feel her desire. I knew what she wanted.

I dismissed the dragon’s chastity belt. “Grow your cock, Mother Azuliana. Grow your cock and fuck your daughter hard!”

“Oh, yes, yes, I want that so much, Mother!” howled Pyrriah.

Kurtis lifted his lips from my pussy, my asshole spasming around the finger buried to the hilt in me. He had a big grin on him as he wiggled around in me. Pussy cream dripped off his face. I could tell what he was thinking. What he was hungering for.

“I want your cock in me, Brother!” I moaned. “Please, please, fuck me hard.”

He ripped his finger out of my asshole. As my orgasm hit that wondrous pinnacle, he climbed over me, mounting me. Mother Azuliana did the same thing to my sister, the dragon’s hermaphrodite-dick sprouting from her hairless pussy.

I grabbed my brother’s cock in my greedy hands and brought him to my pussy. I pressed him against my cunt. I rubbed him up and down my pussy lips. A shiver rippled through me. I groaned at how amazing that felt.

Then he thrust into me. He plunged his dick into my cunt. I gasped as he did that. He filled me up with such passion. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as he slid to the hilt in my pussy. I had every inch of his cock in me.

I beamed at him as he slid his arms beneath me, holding me. He leaned down and kissed me with his lips coated in my spicy passion.

I savored the kiss.

Pyrriah squealed beside me. Mother Azuliana slammed her cock into my sister’s cunt. I quivered, so happy for her. Then Kurtis rolled over. I gasped, carried onto my back, his dick still in me. I broke the kiss, my boobs rubbing into his muscular and hairy chest. His blue eyes burned with desire.

“Ride me,” he groaned.

“Yes, Kurtis,” I purred, my cunt clenching about him. I rose, my breasts jiggling.

He smiled as I slid up his cock, lifting my body with my thighs. Then I slammed back down him. I took him to the hilt. I groaned, savoring the way his cock filled me up. His hand grabbed my hips, squeezing me.

I winked at him and rose up his dick again. My round breasts quivered. My cunt clenched about him. The heat of our silky friction started a small fire in my cunt. Just a little flame, but it would burn so bright once it had enough fuel.

I impaled my pussy down his dick, savoring his girth. I took him over and over again, marveling at how thick he was. My entire body quivered, the pleasure racing through me. Beside us, Mother Azuliana and Pyrriah writhed together. The rakshasas were feasting on each others’ pussies while Nephi stood watch.

“Oh, yes, yes, Kurtis!” I moaned, sliding my cunt up and down his cock. “I love your big dick.”

“Mmm, I missed this pussy,” Kurtis groaned. “Damn.”

“I missed my sweet daughter,” Mother Azuliana moaned before kissing Pyrriah.

Light flickered through my sister’s hair. She hugged her mother to her, boobs pressed tight. The hermaphrodite fucked Pyrriah hard and fast while I worked my cunt up and down my brother’s dick. Kurtis filled me up on every downstroke.

He groaned, his hands rubbing at my sides and back, stroking me. His touch was electric. I shuddered, my pussy clamping down on his dick. I rode him faster and faster, my round boobs bouncing and heaving. My black hair danced down my back.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” I moaned, my fire building and building. “I’m going to burn so bright on this dick.” I wanted all the dicks. The ones that Queen Athirmi had tempted me with. They filled my thoughts for a moment.

Then my brother thrust up as I came down. I gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. I bounced up his cock. He grinned at me. I smiled back at him, my boobs bouncing. I impaled down his cock again, reveling in it.

I could feel his orgasm building and building. We were both rising towards that moment of eruption. We would both cum so hard. I wanted that so much. I was almost there. I just needed a little bit more.

“Lasla,” he groaned. “Love your pussy.”

“Your cock is magnificent!” I gasped.

I slammed down my brother’s cock. My pussy took him to the hilt. The friction burned so hot. The fires gathering in my cunt burst into a raging bonfire. My twat convulses around him as the climactic inferno swept through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my cunt going wild about his dick. “Oh, Kurtis! Cum in me! Gods, I want your jizz flooding me!”

“Las’s big dick!” he groaned, staring up at me as my pussy suckled at him. “Lasla! That’s so good. Gods damn, yes!”

I felt the pressure in his cock hit that bursting point. He exploded into my spasming cunt. My flesh rippled and writhed around him. I nursed at him, my twat worshiping him. More and more of his cum flooded me. His seed.

“Oh, finally!” I moaned. “Finally, you’re cumming in me. I have a man’s cum flooding my pussy!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Mother Azuliana. “Matar’s big dick!”

“Fire all that spunk into me, Mother!” Pyrriah moaned. “That’s so good! Yes, yes, flood me! Gods, I love it!”

Her hair burned bright right as she trembled beneath the dragon. My step-mother unloaded so much cum into Pyrriah’s pussy while my brother flooded my twat. I groaned, milking him. I swayed, impaled on his dick.

Then I collapsed forward, my twat wringing him dry. I kissed him. He held me, his hands stroking my back while the rapture hit that wonderful peak in me. I groaned and shuddered, savoring the last blast of cum firing into me.

“Mmm, Lasla,” he panted, breaking our kiss. “Gods damn, that was good. Mmm, and what was that I felt?”

“Felt?” I asked, floating on an orgasmic haze. “What do you mean?”

“A desire that’s in you,” he said. “A new one. Powerful one. It’s consuming you.”

“Mmm, I want to fuck centaurs and pegasi and hippogriff and trolls!” I squeezed my cunt down on him. “I want to fuck all those male races our father created, Kurtis.”

He stared at me in complete shock.

To be continued…

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