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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.

Kurtis – The Forbidden City, The Empire of Shizhuth

My stomach tightened into knots as I stood before the Empress of Shizhuth. I couldn’t show any weakness before the crimson-scaled naga. A bead of sweat appeared on my forehead. I wanted to wipe it away as she stared at my moon maiden.

My Diane.

“Yesssss, yessssss, she’s perfect for my collection,” continued the empress. Her tail rasped together, the sound of dry scales rubbing on dry scales sent a shiver down my spine.

“Collection, Your Majesty?” I asked cautiously.

“Yessss.” Empress Szialianith snapped her finger.

A door creaked open on the side of the throne room. From it, emerged a man with brown skin. A big and brawny man that, despite his physical strength, looked broken, his head bowed. He led out three dusky-skinned and willowy women who sauntered with preternatural beauty. They were not human despite the superficial appearance. They wore gold bracers on their wrists and gauzy veils that covered their noses and mouths. More silk wrapped around their breasts and hips.

“My efreet and his three djinn,” the naga cooed. “They worship me now, don’t you, my jewelssss.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the three djinn purred.

I knew about djinn and efreet from the stories of Sir Angela and her quest. Efreet were demigods that owned harem of djinn. Basically, the efreets were the males of their race. Their powers differed, though. The djinn were skilled at illusions and served their efreet masters.

Efreet were proud. This one had been broken.

Next, a unicorn pranced out, her coat white, her own silver that matched her mane. A golden-haired girl with a red tinge to her skin rode the creature. Both paused to bow to the empress. A unicorn and her mate.

The next to walk out was a pale-skin woman with big boobs and golden hair. She had a curvy sway to her. There was nothing all that spectacular about her. A beautiful Zeutchian human. My brow furrowed in confusion.

“She’s my clockwork,” said the empress. “I only have one of the models, but maybe someday… It is the joy of collecting, know, the anticipation of adding to your delights.”

“Of course,” I said, my throat tight.

The last one to come out was a woman with blonde hair and white wings that thrust from her back. A halo of gold hovered over her head. I arched my eyebrows at the sight of an angel. They served Pater and Slata. The daughters of Pater and Biaute, angels were all gorgeous women.

“She was so difficult to collar,” said the empress, “but she is my jewel. Worthy of being in my collection.”

“Only the most exotic, of course, Your Majesty,” I said, that beat of sweat working down my brow to my eyebrow. “That is what you deserve.”

“Mmm, indeed.” She stared at Diane. “And now a moon maiden. Oh, she will be a jewel in my collection.”

I swallowed and stepped forward. “I’m afraid she is not a gift.”

The naga’s face went as still as a dark pool.
I drew out my ambassadorial seal and held it out before me as she regarded me. The tip of her tail twitched. I could feel the order coming. She just had to bark a command, and all her soldiers would attack us.

We would not last long.

“Not a gift?” Empress hissed, her voice dry and deathly. “You come to my court and offer me nothing, Ambassssador?”

“Not at all,” I said and turned around, snapping my fingers. Princess Naryu swayed forward and produced the diadem. “Of course, I have a gift for you.” I held the platinum band with the pink diamond. “A gift worthy of the Empress of the Shizhuth. Of a Goddess, Your Majesty. I have for you the Diadem of Slata.”

Her head cocked as I held it out before me. Her tongue tasted the air.

“Any woman who wears this artifact forged by the God Krab himself will be Empress of their own destiny!”

I stood there, holding it out before me, as her slitted eyes stared at it. She swayed from side to side like she was considering it or not. I would not let her have Diane or one of my other women. I would find a way to stop her if it came to that.

The empress’s emotions were locked down tight. She had an adamantium will. Hardly anything stirred in her at all. Nothing I could manipulate with ease. This wasn’t Zianamilizzi. The empress had devoured her emotions to hold the dread throne of Shizhuth.

“A princely gift, Ambassssador,” she hissed, inclining her head by a fraction of a gesture.

One of the trembling lamia who huddled around her throne darted out. The black chain that kept her bound to the throne snaked out behind her. It had just enough slack for her to reach me. She took it and darted back to the queen.

The naga lowered her head enough for her slave to put the diadem on her. The platinum band gleamed amid the red curls. The lamia started to pull back when the queen’s head darted in to kiss the lamia on the neck.

The lamia stiffened.

It was no kiss, but a bite. The queen drew back her head, leaving four puncture wounds on the lamia’s neck. Her cat tail stiffened. She yowled in fear and darted from the throne. She took three steps before she fell onto the ground and convulsed.

Horror seized me as I watched her writhing on the ground. Foam flecked her lips. A necrotic black spread from the wound on her neck, devouring her skin. My women gasped behind me. Lasla sucked in her breath and Nephi growled.

“What?” I demanded, horrified that the naga empress had just murdered one of her slaves.

Amusement danced on the naga’s lips. Her fingers tapped on the armrests of her throne. “She touched something so precious when she is so unworthy.”

I wanted to vomit. I fought against it as the lamia gurgled one last time and went limp. Her foamy spittle dripped from her mouth to lie on the floor. The other lamia cowered around the throne, their ears laid back and tails stiff.

“My, my, what an unusual collection you have made, Ambassssador,” cooed the naga as if she hadn’t just murdered one of her slaves. “Your own harem of delights beside your lovely moon maiden.” Her expression tightened just for a moment, her hands gripping the armrests before they relaxed. “Mmm, yes, yes, just impressive. A sphinx. A pair of rakshasa princesses, a fairy prince, a demon, a tamed panthopus, and a troll. My, my, what a remarkable specimen he is. How did you obtain him?”

“I fought him and his sister in the arena with my own sister at my side.” I glanced to Pyrriah who stood stiffly. I could feel the anger burning off her. “She defeated the troll and forced him to yield.”

“Indeed,” the naga said. Her tongue flicked out once more. “You speak true. Very impressive.”

Murmurs drifted from the watching courtiers. None had voiced an objection to the lamia’s murder, and now they were all interested in me. Zianamilizzi was right. We would create quite the stir when we came here with our company.

That was… worrisome.

“I have long been breeding trolls,” continued Empress Szialianith. “My shadowmancers have been working on it for decades. A very interesting experiment that has yielded some… surprising variations in the brutish species.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I nodded. I didn’t trust myself not to call out this terrible creature for what she did to her slave. The coals of rage burned in my stomach now. A heat that built and built within me. It could easily catch flame.

“Now, why did Queen Athirmi send you to be her ambassssdor,” the Empress mused. “You do not have the look of a Naithian human. You make no other claim of title besides being her representative. And yet you have sssubdued at least one of Athirmi’s daughters. How intriguing.”

“I need a boon of you,” I said, focusing on that. My task. My mission. I couldn’t save that poor lamia. I couldn’t right all the world’s wrongs. I had my family to care for. “This seemed the best way.”

“A boon…” She adjusted the diadem she wore, a smile spreading on her lips. Despite that, I hardly felt a stirring of any emotions in her. It was all on the surface. For show. “Mmm, you did give me a… queenly gift. It’s audacious of you to come here as an ambassador for your own gain. Very.”

“Is it?” I asked. “Why else would someone agree to be one if not for their own gain?”

“True.” She tasted the air with her tongue once again. “But… we must attend to things before we can address your boon. Diplomatic niceties must be followed. We are not savages in Shizhuth.”

I almost snorted. I came so damned close.

“I, Empress Szialianith, Ruler of the Empire of Shizhuth and Mistress of Shadows, welcome the ambassador of our dear cousin, Athirmi, Queen of Naith, to our court. I grant unto you the protection of my love, Lord Kurtis.”

“I am honored to have earned your love, Your Majesty,” I answered, bowing to her.

She smiled. “Good. Tomorrow, we shall have a feast in your honor. Then the games shall commence.”

“Games?”

“Why, yes. You shall be your queen’s champion in our little squabble.” Empress Szialianith smiled from ear to ear, a touch of curiosity rising in her. “Your boon intrigues me. I hope you survive the Colosseum. Even if I must give ground to that striped bitch, I am keen to hear this boon that has sent you into the loving embrace of my shadows.”

Survive? Colosseum? Queen Athirmi had left out a few things.

“You are dismissed, Ambassssador.”

I bowed again, my mind racing. What had I led my women into?

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Pyrriah

A pair of scampering lamia led us through the gaudy halls of the palace. They were ostentatious, wide with floors that were made of polished quartz. The white stone contrasted with the walls made of black and gray bricks that were unevenly stacked. They didn’t form lines but undulated like we were walking by a snake. The ceiling curved over our heads, held up by arches that gave me the impression of a snake’s open mouth about to bite.

It was all too much.

It did not help my mood, either. My stomach seethed with fury. That poor lamia spasming filled my mind while the specter of another gladiator fight haunted us. Another. Last time had been so stupid, and now we had to do it again.

A pair of soldiers in full black armor stood by a thick door of black with matching iron fixtures. The soldiers didn’t move at all. I would call them statues except I could hear their breath echoing behind their helms. The lamia opened the door with a shove.

“Your quarters, my Lord,” she said, her voice quiet. “There are several apartments and a barracks of the antechamber for your guards. Refreshments have been prepared for you. Please, do not leave the rooms for your own safety.”

“We’re prisoners?” I snapped, glancing at the soldiers.

“Of course not, my Lady,” the Lamia said, bowing low. She nearly pressed herself flat on the floor, her cat-like ears tucked back. “The guards are to protect you. In case any of the nagas have not heard of your importance and think they can… molest you.”

“Thank your Empress for her kindness,” my brother said and took my arm gently. He guided me inside.

The antechamber was a square room with a couch against one wall. It had two doors off it, one to the right that must be the barracks, and another that led deeper into the suites. Kurtis continued on through that door as the rest of our servants and slaves followed.

“Korvan,” Nephi growled, “inspect the barracks and make it ready for you and your men to stay in.”

“Lady Nephi” Korvan growled.

The sphinx planted herself in the middle of the antechamber and turned back to face the doors. She was not about to move from the spot. Good. The doors closed as Tharaka and Solja entered. The orc and her troll brother glanced at the barracks and nodded. They headed in to stay with the soldiers.

That helped to make me feel safer.

“Another fight in the arena?” Lasla asked as we entered a central room. It had a table to the side with a bowl of various fruits and several glass decanters that held wine that ranged from a pale hue to a blood-red. In the middle was a collection of chairs and sofas. Five doors led off it. “Really?”

“I can’t believe we have to do that again!” burst from me. My hair flared with fiery light.

“We have to take risks to see the oracle,” Kurtis said. “Beliala, inspect the rooms. Select the best for my sisters and me then divide the others up among the remaining.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she purred and did just that.

Prince Oberoy went to the wines and pulled off the glass stoppers. He sniffed each of them before pouring himself a drink from the pale wine. Solomas the incubus joined him, taking his own drink. The pair sipped from their wines.

Stalker nuzzled into Lasla’s side. She absently petted her monster as she had such a worried expression on her face.

“I still can’t believe we have to do this,” I hissed. “This isn’t right. Queen Athirmi sent us to fight! That bitch!”

“And we’ll be fighting together.” My brother cupped my face. He stroked my cheekbone. “I’ll have my twin sister phoenix at my side. How can I lose?”

I gave him a hard look. I would not be appeased that easily.

He smiled anyway and claimed my lips with a passionate kiss. The heat of my brother’s lips swept through me like an incestuous fire. I shuddered against him as his tongue thrust into my mouth. I wanted to keep arguing about this, but it was so hard.

My pussy melted as his kiss deepened. My brother knew how to touch me. Kiss me. Love me. I was putty in his hands. Clay ready to be molded into what he wanted. I quivered as I kissed him with such passion.

I was so ready for him to take me now. The anger fueled the lust burning in my cunt. The need to have my brother’s cock fucking me. I wanted him to bend me over and pound me hard from behind. To fuck me like a warrior-woman deserved to be fucked by her master.

He broke the kiss, his hand—

A section of the wall to my right opened and Zianamilizzi slithered out. Everyone in the room froze at the shocking sight of the naga istandar entering their suite. The rakshasas were the first to jump into action. Their heads blurred into their tiger form as they rushed at the naga and cut her off. They crouched, ready to attack.

I snapped out of my shock and pushed myself before my brother, drawing my tulwar at my waist. Stalker growled, moving before my sister. From the rooms, Beliala appeared, her shadowy whip appearing in hand.

Zianamilizzi looked around at us, her tail swishing back and forth. Her naked breasts rose and fell as she reached behind her and pulled shut the panel. It moved on silent hinges. A section of the rock wall that shouldn’t move so easily.

But did.

The naga surveyed us, her eyes flicking back and forth. Her tail coiled about her on the floor. “You are all in grave, grave danger.”

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Azuliana

I watched the naga with everyone else. I pulled on the chain holding my wrists together, frustration rippling through me to be bound right now. What was Zianamilizzi up to? Were there other secret passages?

“We know that,” my son said. He moved out from behind his sister, looking so strong and powerful. He studied Zianamilizzi and…

He wasn’t surprised to see her. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to come slithering out of a secret passage in the wall, but he had expected her aid. He had seduced her. He and Lasla had worked their lusts on the naga, corrupting her.

“The empress wants your moon maiden,” continued Zianamilizzi. “When you die in the arena, she’ll take her. Take all of the exotic members of your harem.”

“I won’t die,” Kurtis said, his voice firm. Confident. Diane pressed behind Kurtis, the graceful beauty trembling. “She won’t have my moon maiden or any other of my women.”

“You don’t know her champion,” said Zianamilizzi. She looked around, her purple eyes full of worry. “I can get you out of the palace. Out of the city. You can get back to your ship. Escape these lands. If you step foot in the arena, you will die. She will see to it.”

My son grinned at her. “I have a few surprises.”

My stomach roiled as he glanced at me. What could I do? I couldn’t assume my real form. Even I would have trouble destroying an entire city. I wasn’t Dominari. I didn’t have flames for breath like other dragons. I had too much of my mother’s water in me.

And what did it matter? I was useless with these manacles. I couldn’t protect my children. Couldn’t fly them away to safety. So why was my son staring at me like that? He grinned at me. I shifted, feeling so embarrassed draped in jewelry and nothing else.

“You don’t,” said Zianamilizzi. “You don’t, Ambassssador. Let me get you and your friends to safety. I still have some power. I can defy her for a time.”

“I know,” Kurtis said. “Why do you think I seduced you, Zianamilizzi. I knew I would need an ally. Are there any other secret passages into this room?”

“Just this one,” said Zianamilizzi. “The shadow halls run throughout the palace. They can take you to many places. Few know of them.”

Kurtis nodded. “We’ll keep a watch on it, then. Beliala.”

“I will let known enter it,” the demon said and moved towards the passage, cutting off the naga. Not that Zianamilizzi cared. “If they do, they will taste my whip.”

A smile spread on my son’s lips. “Zianamilizzi, you deserve a reward for coming here like this.”

Her eyes flicked to him as her tongue darted out of her mouth. She quivered there, her breasts rising and falling faster with her quickened breathing. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth with her whorish lust.

The chastity belt I wore dissolved away. I suddenly had nothing around my waist. I could easily go and fuck. He wanted me to. A wave of lust swept through me, devouring my frustration. I felt my son touch on my desires.

My clit grew into a dick.

Zianamilizzi flicked her gaze to me and sucked in a breath at the sight of my growing hermaphrodite-cock. It grew thicker and longer from the folds of my pussy. The ache swelled at the expanding tip. Zianamilizzi’s tail twitched more.

“She is your mother,” she whispered. “How is she hermaphrodite? How are you male?”

“Enjoy your reward, Zianamilizzi,” said Kurtis.

The naga slithered towards me. Her round breasts jiggled. The gold rings threaded through her nipples and clit gleamed in the light. Juices trickled out of the slit of her snatch and ran down her purple scales. She bit her lower lip.

The naga reached me and grabbed my hermaphrodite-cock. She grabbed my dick and stroked up and down me. Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as she worked her hand up and down me. I groaned at her touch.

Her tongue flicked out as she rubbed her thumb around the crown of my dick. She massaged my precum into my tip. A wave of heat washed through me. It was such a thrill to feel. I loved it. A shiver ran through me.

“Gods,” I groaned.

“Shadows,” she breathed. “You really should flee. If the empress learned that you have a hermaphrodite in your party, that she is your mother… She will want her, too. You are unique, Azuliana. Unique.”

“I know,” I said.

The naga kissed me. Her lips melted on mine. They were cool, not cold but not as hot as my body. She worked her mouth on mine as her hand stroked up and down my hermaphrodite-cock. I shuddered at her touch. My pussy drank it in.

Our breasts rubbed together. The necklaces I wore clattered as our nipples caressed. I groaned at the contact. The delight shot down to my cunt. My ovaries brimmed with my cum. I quivered as she kept stroking me. Kept working her hand up and down my hermaphrodite-cock.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, you are intriguing. You never fail to surprise me, Ambassssador.”

“Lord Kurtis,” I corrected. “He’s your lord now.”

The naga’s purple eyes widened. “That’s treasssson. If the empresssss learned that I called another lord, she would strip my title from me. I would be istandar no longer. I would be collared. A slave. Like a lamia.” Contempt flashed across her features.

“You are in his room,” I purred, sliding my fingers through her purple hair. “Say it. Lord Kurtis. You are his. You are owned by my son. He has claimed your lusts. Can’t you feel it?”

The istandar trembled. One of the most powerful nagas in the empire, and she quivered there. Her breasts rose and fell as she stared me in the eyes. Her hand tightened on my throbbing hermaphrodite-dick. She glanced at my son.

“Lord Kurtissss, you should flee,” she cooed and ducked her head down.

“I should,” he said as he fed Diane his cock. The moon maiden, who must need the comfort of sucking on a dick, engulfed him. “But I won’t. I have my business here. Unless you can help me see the Serpent Oracle.”

“I can’t, Lord Kurtissss,” she hissed before she engulfed my nipple.

She suckled my nub into her mouth. I groaned at the feel of her lips on it. She nibbled on my nub but didn’t lick it. She didn’t have that sort of tongue. I shuddered, her hand still pumping up and down my throbbing girl-cock.

I groaned as she did that. My wrists pulled on the manacles for a moment as she suckled on me. Her mouth nibbled on my nub. I shuddered as she loved my nub. She nursed on me with hunger. My pussy drank in the heat.

I loved what she did to me. I swayed there, sucking in deep breaths. My blue hair spilled down my shoulders as she loved me. She suckled hard one last time before popping her lips off my nub. I shuddered as she sank lower.

She brought her face to my hermaphrodite-dick. “I have never been with one of your kind. Your clit is truly your dick.”

“Truly,” I said. “Matar’s big dick, just suck on it!”

“Shadows, yes,” breathed the naga.

She kissed the tip of my cock. I shuddered at the feel of her lips. She engulfed me, her mouth swallowing my cock. I was so aware of her fangs. She could bite my dick and kill me. The danger was an incredible thrill.

If her lusts weren’t tamed by my son and step-daughter, she could be a real threat to me.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with passion. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on her shaft. She throbbed in my mouth. I loved that so much. I treasure the way that she suckled on me.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up down my dick. Her tongue slithered around my shaft. She engulfed it and stroked my cock as she bobbed my head. That was so different. I had never had such a thin and long tongue entwine about my cock.

Her tongue thrust out of her lips and traveled down my hermaphrodite-shaft to the folds of my pussy. She tickled my cuntlips as she suckled on my dick. I groaned as she did that, loving the naga’s mouth around me.

“Matar’s big dick,” I groaned as my ovaries twitched.

The pressure in them grew as she bobbed her head. She suckled on my girl-cock with passion. My clit-dick throbbed in her mouth while her tongue’s forked end tickled my pussy lips. I savored how amazing that felt.

It was a treat that swelled me closer and closer to cumming in the naga’s mouth. She stared up at me with such need in her eyes. She bobbed her head while her tongue tightened and relaxed around my shaft, giving me such a strange massage.

“That’s it,” groaned my son as he enjoyed Diane bobbing her head. She worked her mouth up and down his dick with her hunger. “Damn, suck my mother’s cock.”

“Suck her!” moaned my other daughter. Pyrriah trembled as her half-sister feasted on her. Lasla had her face buried in Pyrriah’s furred muff. “Suck off my mother and make her cum!”

Zianamilizzi suckled hard on my girl-dick, eager to do just that.

I could feel her need for my cum. My son’s work. He must have made sure that she craved what I did to her. I savored the pressure of her sucking mouth. My ovaries quivered with the need to erupt. I would have a huge one. A mighty burst of delight would shower through me.

She worked her mouth up and down my cock, massaging the tip. The pressure built. I groaned, my big boobs jiggling. I gripped the sides of her head, my manacles rattling. I groaned, my head tossing as I hit that wondrous peak.

“Gods damn, yes!” I moaned.

I erupted.

My hermaphrodite-cum flooded her mouth. I spurted over and over. My pussy convulsed, juices spilling hot down my thighs as I unloaded my girl-jizz. She gulped it down. She swallowed my salty passion, her tongue rubbing at my pussy lips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Zianamilizzi! That’s it! You dirty, little naga! Yes!”

I shuddered as she suckled on me. She nursed with passion on my hermaphrodite-dick, drinking down my cum. My boobs bounced before me as I gripped her head. I held her tight as the dual pleasures rushed through me.

My cunt writhed in bliss as I fired the last of my girl-seed into her mouth. She gulped it down, purring around my girl-cock. She slid her mouth and tongue off my hermaphrodite-dick a moment later, leaving me aching.

My cum ran down her chin. Stained her lips.

I dropped to my knees, my big boobs bouncing, and cupped her face. I kissed her, reveling in the salty flavor of my hermaphrodite-cum on her lips. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, finding traces of my delicious seed.

She groaned as I pushed her back. She stretched out on the floor as my still-hard hermaphrodite-dick rubbed into her belly. Right where her skin transitioned into her scales. She groaned as my boobs piled on hers. I was on her, my legs straddling her tail.

I shifted my hips, dragging the tip of my girl-dick down to her pussy. I loved the texture of her scales on the crown of my cock before I found her wet pussy lips. Like her mouth, her pussy was cooler in temperature than my cock.

Just enough to feel exciting.

I thrust to the hilt in her cunt.

She moaned into the kiss as I sank my hermaphrodite-cock into her cunt. She moaned, squeezing tight about me. It was an incredible rush to have her pussy gripping my dick. I loved that a lot. She held me tight as I drew back.

She trembled beneath me, her silky flesh massaging my girl-dick. Pleasure raced up my shaft to my cunt. I thrust back into her twat, reveling in the delight. The tip of my hermaphrodite-cock washed through me. It was an incredible passion.

I broke the kiss with her as I thrust down into her pussy. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yessssss!” Zianamilizzi hissed. “Oh, yes, yes, yesssssss!”

I loved the way her cunt gripped me. She held me tight as I pumped away at her cunt. I thrust into her pussy. I fucked her with hard strokes, savoring the juicy flesh massaging the crown of my hermaphrodite-dick plowing into her snatch.

She massaged me. She held me tight as I thrust into her. I loved the pressure building and building in me. I would have such a big burst of cum. I would flood her cunt with my seed. I buried into her again and again as she writhed beneath me.

Her round breasts rubbed against my big boobs. My nipples burst with sparks. I loved the delight. I savored how the pleasure built and built in me with every thrust into her cunt. She trembled beneath me as I pounded her.

“You’re just a dirty, dirty naga-slut,” I groaned, staring into her eyes.

“Yesssss!” she moaned, her cunt clamping down on my girl-dick. “I am! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me so hard with that hermaphrodite-dick!”

I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. Her flesh warmed around me as I churned her up. I fucked her hard, my boobs rubbing into her tits. I fucked her fast and hard. I buried to the hilt in her juicy snatch, my ovaries swelling with the need to erupt.

I plunge into her, our boobs rubbing together. Her nipples brushed mine. Sparks shot down to my pussy and hermaphrodite-cock. I loved her juicy snatch massaging my cock. My ovaries quivered with all my cum.

“Matar’s big dick!” I moaned, slamming to the hilt in the naga’s cunt.

She trembled, her pussy gripping me. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Almossst there! Jusssst a few more strokes!”

“Good!” I groaned as I pumped away at her. I wanted to just spurt everything I had into her cunt. Just spurt all my girl-jizz into her pussy. Her cunt gripped me. “Cum on my dick, Istandar!”

Zianamilizzi shuddered beneath me as I fucked into her hard. I buried my dick into her juicy pussy. She kissed me. Her hand gripped the back of my head. My tongue thrust into her mouth as my cunt grew hotter and hotter.

Her pussy drove me wild as I plunged to the hilt in her twat. I fucked her with everything that I had, so ready to just burst. I wanted to cum in her. Just spray her with everything that I had. I shuddered as her pussy gripped me.

I fucked her.

Pounded her.

She trembled beneath me, her boobs rubbing into my tits. Her tail swished over the stones of the floor. I plowed to the hilt in her cunt. As I drew back, she hissed into my lips. Her cunt convulsed around my cock as she climaxed.

I shuddered, loving the naga’s twat rippling around my hermaphrodite-dick. I thrust to the hilt in her snatch. I filled her up with my dick. She groaned as I plunged all the way to the cervix. Her snatch suckled at me.

I broke the kiss. Gasped, “Matar’s big dick!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into her snatch. I pumped blast after blast of my spunk into her twat. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I unloaded into her cunt. I flooded Zianamilizzi’s pussy with everything that I had. I filled her to the brim.

“Yesssssss!” she gasped. “Shadowsssss dancccccing!”

Her cunt rippled around me. She suckled at my hermaphrodite-dick as I pumped her cunt full of every drop of jizz that I had in my ovaries. I erupted over and over into her. It was a rush to spurt into her. A thrill to fuck one of my son’s allies.

One of the women that he had bred.

I pumped my cum into her pussy knowing that my granddaughter grew in her belly. A dizzying wave of delight washed through me. It was an incredible delight to be on her. I kissed her with passion, savoring this delight.

We were in the heart of danger, but my son still believed we had a chance. He had faith.

I had to trust him.

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Pyrriah

“Mother, fuck my ass,” I moaned as I dropped to my knees before Zianamilizzi. “I want you to pound my ass as I lick all your cum out of Zianamilizzi’s pussy.

This wicked rush swept through me. I felt so naughty right now. Just so wicked. I had to do this. I had to get wild. I had to fight once more, and I wanted to enjoy myself until then. My brother’s lusts filled me, of course.

Infected me.

“Yes, Mistress Pyrriah,” Mother moaned.

She rose off the naga. My dragon-mother’s cock emerged dripping in the naga’s pussy juices. The snake-woman rose on her tail, her round tits jiggling. Mother’s hermaphrodite-cum leaked out of the naga’s cunt and trickled down her scales.

I knelt before the naga. My brother had made her into our ally. He was amazing. I licked up the salty cum up to the naga’s spicy cunt. I flicked through her folds, loving the mix of flavors. I brushed the naga’s clit piercing.

“Yessssss, Lady Pyrriah,” she cooed, staring down at me. “Oh, you honor me.”

“Yes, I am,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into the naga’s cunt.

Mother had warmed the naga’s snatch up by fucking her hard. I swirled around in the twat, loving the mix of salty hermaphrodite-cum and spicy naga-cunt. It was such a thrill. An incestuous rush to enjoy this.

I quivered as Mother’s clit-dick pressed between the cheeks of my butt. She slid her wet cock down to my asshole. I groaned into the Naga’s cunt. My tongue plundered her twat as Mother pushed her hermaphrodite-rod against my anal ring.

My asshole widened. I moaned as it did, savoring that rush. This wonderful heat swept through me as my backdoor widened more and more. Lubed by Zianamilizzi’s pussy cream, Mother had no problem pushing into my bowels.

My anal ring swallowed her dick.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Gewin’s mighty cock, yes!”

I loved the way that Mother’s dick sank into my bowels. She pushed into my anal sheath. I loved the feel of her asshole swallowing my cock. She had such a delicious one. I trembled, the heat melting down to my cunt.

It was a wondrous delight to have that big dick sinking deeper and deeper into my bowels. My cunt clenched as Mother bottomed out in me. My tongue danced around in the naga’s cunt. I licked and lapped up the jizz I found in her.

She had such yummy-tasting cunt. The spice went well with the salt.

“Yessssss,” she hissed as she swayed from side to side, her boobs jiggling over my head.

“Mmm, eat out my cum, Mistress Pyrriah,” Mother moaned as she drew back her cock. My anal sheath gripped her bowels. “Oh, just lick out all that cum that I left in her. I know how much you love my hermaphrodite-seed.”

“I treasure it, Mother!” I moaned as she rammed her girl-cock back into my bowels.

I loved her fucking me. She pumped away at me with such force. She buried to the hilt in me again and again. It was an outstanding delight to feel. She fucked me with such force. I treasured her girl-cock burying to the hilt in my bowels.

I gripped her, massaging her as I scooped out her hermaphrodite-cum from the naga’s cunt. My orgasm built and built. The pleasure swelled in me as Mother fucked me hard and fast. She buried her hermaphrodite-dick all the way into my asshole again and again.

The heat melted to my cunt. My orgasm built and built as she fucked me. I loved it. I whimpered, licking out more of her cum. I savored the salty taste of that hermaphrodite-jizz. It was excellent. Just a wondrous treat to enjoy.

“Oh, you are ssssuch a delight, Lady Pyrriahhhhh,” the naga hissed. “You are delivering unto me such delightsssss!”

“I know,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into her depths searching for more of my mother’s girl-seed.

I couldn’t find anymore in the naga’s pussy so I flicked up to her clit piercing. I stroked over her folds and the jewelry threaded through her bud. I flicked it. She moaned, her boobs quivering over my head. Her hiss of delight made me smile.

I clamped my asshole down on Mother’s thrusting hermaphrodite-dick. The heat melted to my cunt. Already, my hair flickered with my fiery passion. I would keep my family safe. My brother would not fall in the Coliseum. I would be there for him.

For all of them.

I would fight with passion. I was the spiritual daughter of Gewin. I was the phoenix, chosen to fight at my twin brother’s side. I would burn bright with him. I shuddered as Mother’s clit-cock pumped away at my bowels. I quivered, wiggling my hips from side to side.

I loved Mother’s cock fucking me. Her dragon-dick pounded me so hard. So fast. She buried to the hilt in my anal sheath again and again. I loved it. I clenched down on her thrusting cock. She buried deep into my asshole.

I suckled on the naga’s pierced clit. I nursed on her. She groaned, her round boobs jiggling over my head. She slid her fingers through my hair. She gripped my strands flickering with power. I tongued her jewelry, flicking the gold ring up and down.

She swayed and moaned, “Yes, yes, that’s deliciousssss. Oh, yessss, you’re such a delight, Lady Pyrriahhhhh. Just a delight. Oh, yes, yes, tease my clit. I’m going to drown you in pussy cream!”

“Drown away!” I groaned. “Just flood me with all your cream as I cum on my mother’s hermaphrodite-dick!”

“Cum so hard on me, Mistress!” moaned Mother as she buried her clit-cock to the hilt in my bowels. She stretched me out. “Oh, please, please, cum so hard on me!”

I planned on it. I ached for that moment to burst through me. She fucked me so hard. She buried to the hilt in my anal sheath again and again. I loved it. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I stirred my asshole around her thick shaft.

She fucked me so hard. She drilled her hermaphrodite-dick into my anal sheath. She plowed so hard and fast into my bowels. I loved it. My pussy soaked my bush. Juices dripped down my thighs as she stirred up my anal sheath.

“Oh, shadowsssss,” hissed the naga. “That’s it. I’m so close!”

I suckled so hard on her pierced clit. I batted the ring and stroked her bud. Zianamilizzi bucked, her round boobs bouncing over my head. She gripped my fiery, glowing hair. She held me to her pussy, her body trembling.

“Yesssss!” she gasped. “Lady Pyrriahhhhh!”

Her spicy pussy cream gushed out of her pussy.

I groaned, bathed in the naga’s passion. I licked and lapped up her cream as Mother fucked my bowels. That big hermaphrodite-dick plowed to the hilt in my asshole again and again. I loved it. I squeezed around that thick shaft. I was so close to cumming.

Just so close to bursting with delight. I squeezed my bowels down around Mother’s clit-cock as I drank the naga’s pussy juices. I trembled, my hair burning bright. Mother buried her hermaphrodite-rod to the hilt in my bowels.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Gewin’s mighty cock!”

I climaxed.

My asshole writhed around Mother’s hermaphrodite-dick. I suckled at her as the pleasure swept through me. The ecstasy washed through my body. It was an incredible rush to enjoy. I savored that delight. I loved that pleasure coursing through me. Stars danced before my eyes as my pussy cream gushed down my thighs.

“Oh, Mistress!” Mother groaned and plowed into my writhing asshole.

Her incestuous hermaphrodite-cum flooded my bowels. So much of her jizz pumped into my anal sheath. I groaned, loving that delight. My asshole convulsed around her. I suckled at her girl-dick. I nursed with hunger at that big shaft spurting all that jizz into me.

“Oh, Mother!” I whimpered, my bowels writhing around her clit-cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, pumping my bowels full of her girl-seed.

I shuddered there, my anal sheath rippling and writhing around that big dick spurting all that cum into me. It was an incredible rush to have all that jizz flooding me. Just a hot thrill. I savored the delight. Pleasure washed through me.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” I moaned, stars dancing through my vision.

I licked up the naga’s pussy cream. Zianamilizzi swayed there as she soaked my mouth in her cream. My asshole writhed around Mother’s girl-cock. I milked out the last of her hermaphrodite-jizz. I shuddered, my round tits swaying beneath me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” cooed the naga.

“We have a feast tomorrow,” I groaned. “We need to know what to expect!”

“It will be a perilous dinner,” Zianamilizzi said. “You must pretend to enjoy the celebrations. You cannot afford to offend the empress, and she will seek to offend you.”

“Like killing a lamia before us?” my brother asked, marching over, his cock dipping in the succubus’s pussy cream.

“Yes,” Zianamilizzi said, staring at his cock. She wanted to suck him clean. “Why do you think she killed that one today? To see how you’d react. He is not so ignorant of you as you might think. I have heard a few things already. You were anticipated.”

“Queen Athirmi told her we were coming?”

The naga shook her head. “She has spies in the rakshasa’s court. She knew you were coming long before you arrived. She has her plans. She is not to be trusted. No matter what. You have walked into the most perilous place in the world.”

“Not the most perilous,” my brother said, “but damn close. Tell us more. We have to be ready for anything.”

“Of course, Lord Kurtissss,” the naga hissed and bowed her head low. My brother had definitely claimed her soul.

I rose, my asshole sliding off Mother’s cock, and listened as Zianamilizzi spoke about everything she knew. All the perils and pitfalls we might encounter. Shadowmancers, drugged food, illusions, and exotic delights to lure us into the shadows.

To separate his prizes from our watchful gaze and keep them.

So many perils. I had to be vigilant tomorrow.

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Kurtis

The next evening, my harem readied for the feast.

“Be on your guard,” Zianamilizzi said, giving us all a final look before vanishing into the secret passage. “Drink nothing that the other nagas haven’t drunk from. Eat nothing that they haven’t tasted. Trust nothing, not even your own eyes!”

The panel closed behind her.

“Sounds fun,” Lasla said, looking around. “We all know what to do! So, let’s get through this. We’re one step closer to our goals.”

I nodded. That was the attitude. I held out my arms to my sisters. They took them. It was time to feast with the Empress of Shizhuth, the cruelest bitch in the world.

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