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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

The soldiers before the doors to the banquet hall pushed them open before my party. I had Lasla on my arm, my harem behind me. Pyrriah, Mother, Princess Naryu, and Pradu would be there to watch over the weaker members.

Especially Diane.

“Lord Kurtis, Ambassador of the Queen of Naith, and Beloved Guest of our Dread Empress,” a voice boomed as my sister and I stepped into the doorway.

Heads turned to look at us, human and naga. Warleaders and shadowknights in their dark robes and nagas draped in gems filled the hall. Lamia slaves, leached to their owners, held flagons of wine to refresh drinks or trays of food for their masters. I spotted my ally, Zianamilizzi. She slithered with the others, two lamias and two of her warleaders trailing behind her.

She didn’t even glance at me. But I felt her lust quivering for me.

“Let’s mingle,” I said and stepped out into the crowd.

A lamia scurried over presenting golden goblets full of a blood-red wine. I took one and pretended to sip it, but I remembered the warning. It was clear that the nagas and the powerful warleaders had their own wine with them.

Any of these could be filled with poison. Or other drugs.

Illusions could also be swirling around us, impossible for us to make out from reality. Every eye that glanced at me held such calculation. Naga’s tails flicked back and forth as they smiled at me, their needle-sharp fangs flashing, destroying any sense of welcome.

“Lord Ambassssador,” a purple-scaled naga with small breasts said as I passed. “What a pleasure. I have high hopes for your performance in the arena.” She flicked her gaze to the back of my party. Solja and Tharaka hovered there. “High hopes.”

“As do I,” I said, nodding to her.

Lasla smiled and nodded, holding her own goblet. She flicked her eyes to me. I could feel her unease. She didn’t brim with as much lust as she should. Especially not with all the strong men here. And a centaur who stood in the back with the first human woman I had seen not collared like a slave.

Music drifted through the room. It was dark and melodic. Slow and with a hint of bitterness to it. Almost in mockery of the events. Lamia scurried about with trays of food. One naga took a grilled snail covered in a sauce and held it up to one of her lamia’s lips.

Ears pulled back, the lamia swallowed it and trembled, waiting to see if she would die. When she didn’t, the naga took one for herself and swallowed it with delight. A few others slithered over to this safe tray to snag the treat.

In a few spots in the hall, slave girls danced. They wore wispy, black silk that did nothing to hide their naked and voluptuous bodies. They swayed to the music, turning the melancholic melody into something sensual. A slow writhe as they undulated their hips, the thin cloth wrapped around their bodies sliding and shifting, sometimes revealing a breast and a hard, pierced nipple.

“I can’t wait for the games,” a voice hissed to my right. “Does the ambassssador even stand a chance against Brazen?”

“He is the best of the empress’s breeding program,” hissed another. “Best work Void hasss ever done.”

“Solja will be crushed,” a man said. “He can’t stand against Brazen. And this ambassador. Skinny. A fop surrounded by beauties.”

“Poor Ghan won’t have much fun,” the first naga hissed. “He’ssss so looking forward to a good fight, but…”

“The sphinx will be good sport.”

“Kyaza will feather her with arrows before she can even close the distance,” the man said. “Pity, Ghan does love burying his lance into his enemy.”

“And his wife,” hissed another. “Have you ever seen her rut beneath him like a mare in heat? It is a shame it is so hard for centaurs to fuck ussss.”

“Oh, it can be done,” purred a naga. “With the right harnessss.”

Lasla’s lust surged hot as she studied the centaur. Ghan. It sounded like Brazen and Ghan would both be fighting. And Kyaza must be the human woman. She had ebony skin, a hue darker than I had seen. That meant she was from the Halani Desert or the lands south of it. Maybe the Savannah. The Centaur had a dusky-olive hue to his skin and a mustache whose tails draped down past his lips and dangled beneath his chin.

“I’m looking forward to the maze,” a naga cooed. “It sssssso rarely getssss run. Eurydice so enjoyssss her fun, but… I don’t think our ambassssador will do well in the… negotiationssss.”

The naga’s dry laughter washed around me. They knew I could hear. They wanted to see how I would react. I pretended to sip my wine and drifted from them, my sister on my arm. The others were mingling, Pyrriah staying close to Diane, the rakshasas stalking with hunger. They looked at home here, deadly predators on the hunt.

“I wonder which of the ambassssador’s women our empresssss will keep,” another naga said as she spoke with a third group. “I hope she’ll put some on the auction block. That black-haired woman on his arm… I bet she would squeal deliciously on my rack.”

“Oh, yes, such fine bones,” the warleader with her said. “To see her stretched out…”

“Getting stiff with eagernesssss?” the naga purred. “Maybe I’ll let you enjoy her.”

I wanted to draw my sword. I rolled my shoulders. Their words disgusted me. I hated this place far, far more than Athirmi. This snake pit should be burned to the ground. Razed. My hand balled into a fist as the sound of gurgling drew my attention.

A group of nagas laughed as one of the lamia slaves spasmed on the ground. Another lamia with a tray of treats watched on with dead eyes. I sucked in a deep breath, fighting my self-control. My sister held tighter to my arm.

“Nothing this evil lasts forever,” she whispered.

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Pyrriah

I moved with Diane as she wove through the party, swaying naked save for her hair and silver necklaces. She was here to be seen. And I was here to protect her. We drifted near Solja and Tharaka. The pair of them stiffened.

Tharaka put her hand on her brother’s wrist.

The troll’s jaws tightened. He drew in deep breaths, his hands balled into fists as he glared at an orc woman crawling behind a warleader. One of the men who held power in the Empire, warleaders were taught to work with shadows, the naga’s magic.

“What?” Pyrriah asked as the warleader stopped, his orc slave also stopping. She had swarthy skin like Tharaka, her tits bigger. Soft and large. She was older with a motherly look to her face. “Who is it?”

“Our mother,” Tharaka growled. “Rwaka. I thought she was dead. They killed her.”

Solja growled.

“It’s an illusion,” I said, giving them warning glances. “Remember. They know who she is to you.”

“Yes, brother,” Tharaka said. “That’s not her. She’s free of them now. She rests in the Astral Sea with our people.”

Solja’s lips pulled back in a snarl. “They still abuse her image! I can break him in half!”

“Solja,” I said, putting my hand on his other arm, “you’ll get your chance to redress those wrongs, but when it’s the right time.”

“Will I?” He stared down at me with such fury in his eyes.

I nodded. “Kurtis will make sure of it. Let’s embarrass the empress and her champions in the arena.”

“Yes, yes, she’s new,” said the warleader. “I found her in the middens, the filthy beast, but she has rare skills.”

“Oh?” a naga hissed.

The man pulled out his cock. “See!”

The illusion of their mother opened her mouth wide, quivering in anticipation. A deep rumble rose from within Solja. I tightened my grip on his arm as his sister put her hand on his stomach to hold him back. A futile gesture.

The warleader urinated. He pissed right into the illusion’s mouth as laughter erupted around them. Those gathered glanced at Solja, mockery on their lips. He took a step forward, almost dragging me off-balance.

“It’s not real,” I hissed.

“That’s not our mother!” Tharaka growled. “Now is not the time.”

“I know,” he snarled, his entire body shaking.

The illusion trembled in ecstasy as she drank the piss. Her pussy dripped juices on the floor like she climaxed. The laughter intensified. Red fire flickered through my hair. I wanted to burn this place to the ground.

Horns blared. The trumpeting blast drew everyone’s attention. The illusion of Rwaka melted into shadows that fell to the floor and faded away. Doors at the back of the banquet hall thrust open. Shadownknights in full platemail marched out. Six of them formed two lines on either side of the door.

“All bow for her Empress, the Dread Shadow of Shizhuth, Szialianith!”

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Lasla

I bowed with my brother as Szialianith slithered into the room, her scarlet hair framing her cruel and delighted face. Her lamia slaves scurried behind her, some holding flagons of wine and trays of food. Her unicorn and the maiden rode in and stayed at the back along with the clockwork slave wrapped in blue silk like the other dancers. She, too, stayed behind.

“Oh, there isssss my beloved guest,” Szialianith hissed as she spotted my brother and me. Her fingers moved ever so slightly, a gesture demanding our presence.

My brother and I moved across the room. He dropped his undrunk wine glass on a passing tray. We reached the naga empress. She was naked save for her jewelry draped over her tits. Necklaces gleaming with sapphires and rubies. The diadem my brother gave her graced her hair.

“I am so pleased that you are here, Ambassssador,” she cooed. “How are you enjoying my banquet.”

“It’s perfect,” my brother said. “The wine is excellent. The food delicious.”

She smiled. “Good, good.” She moved closer to us, creating the illusion of intimacy and privacy as the others milled around us. “You are such an interesssting young man, Kurtissss.”

“Oh?” my brother asked.

“I’ve always thought so, Your Majesty,” I said. “The most interesting man in the world.”

“It surprisssed me when we first met that you were able to worm your way into Athirmi’sss good gracesss,” the empress continued. “But then I realized you treat your slavessss as petsss the way she does. You let them prance around like lapdogs.”

“They do like to sit on my lap,” my brother said with a grin.

“I’m ssssure they do.” The empress flicked her eyes to Diane. “But you don’t leash them. They could run at any time. There’s no fear in their eyes. They don’t quiver before you.” She raised her hand.

All her lamia slaves hunched their shoulders and lowered their eyes. I felt no lusts in them. The opposite, in fact. Fear. Terror. I couldn’t work with those emotions.

“You treat them… like… they’re pets. Membersss of your family.”

“If you owned a horse, Your Majesty,” I said, “wouldn’t you care for it? Treat your horse well. Make sure that it served you when you commanded.”

“I would ussse my horse for itssss purpose.”

“And what is a slave’s purpose?” I pressed.

“To be owned. To be a symbol of my power. My wealth. They are a luxury, slaves. Proof that you are too important for the menial. Too grand for the mundane. They are proof of status, nothing more. And like all things, they are disposable.”

“Disposable?” my brother demanded. “You would waste them.”

“That’s the ultimate proof of power and wealth.” Empress Szialianith smiled. It did not touch her reptilian eyes. “To discard something that is whole and strong, that is still functional, is a waste that only the powerful and the rich can afford.”

“I think slaves are for pleasure,” I said. “Mine. My brother’s. My sister’s. That’s the point of slaves.”

“They’re not proof of your brother’s virility?” asked the empress. “Proof that he’s better than them. That he can bend their feeble will to him.”

“They’re not proof of anything. They’re are beloved pets.” I smiled at my brother.

He nodded.

The empress rolled her eyes. “They are status, nothing more. They are owned because we are better than they are. A god always towers over a bug.”

“Our slaves are so much greater than bugs!” I snapped, anger rising in me. “They’re almost family. No, they are family.”

“Family!” Empress Szialianith hissed in laughter. Her big breasts jiggled beneath her necklaces. “Oh, yes, yes, family! I killed three of my daughters this year for trying to take my throne. Family is a weapon that can easily bite you as your enemy.”

“What a sad world you live in,” I said, shaking my head. “All alone.”

“A goddess is always alone.” Her eyes flicked to my brother. “Where does her—or his—equal lie?”

The anger flared hotter in me. “I’m my brother’s equal!”

“It’s… cute that he lets you think that.”

I fought my tongue. I had words to say to her but now wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the place. It would just make things worse for Kurtis and me. I forced it down as the empress smiled, almost waiting for me to shout at her.

“Once, I owned a valkyrie. The hardest slave I had ever collected. She was unlike any other I have owned even to this day. First, I had to kill her einherjar. I nearly died. Even then, I had to take her alive. I had to capture her. What a wild thing. It took me three years to break her. And once I had, she was a marvel. So eager to please me. Willing to do anything.

“I enjoyed her like that only for two months before three of her sister valkyrie and their einherjar had finally tracked her down and attacked my place. They slaughtered my shadowknights and soldiers and took her from me. Their raid shook the capital. All eyes stared at me, wondering if I would fall. I had lost my status when they took my prize.”

“I don’t see your valkyrie here,” I said. “Did you fail to recover her?”

“I recovered her.” Anger flashed across the naga’s face as she stared at me. She hated me. I could feel it. “I hungered down the valkyrie. By then, only one valkyrie had remained alive. Three of my best ogres died killing her. But my pet returned to me. She crawled to me, begging for my forgiveness, wanting to just eat my pussy again.”

“So what happened to her?” my brother asked as my stomach twisted.

“I bit her.” Empress Szialianith looked around at her court. “Before my subjects, all the nagas in the realm. I bit my most precious slave and watched as she died at my feet gurgling in pain. I could not allow what I owned to be soiled. A goddess can never be cuckolded.” She laughed, a hissing sound of joy.

My stomach curdled with disgust. A powerful hatred rushed through me.

“I suppose that’s one way to handle it,” my brother said, keeping his words neutral. Tension tightened the muscles in his arm I clung to.

“I suppose you would have welcomed her back and shown your weakness,” said the empress. “Well, we cannot all be divine.” She nodded her head to my brother. “Excuse me, I must spread my love to all my subjects.”

“Of course,” Kurtis said, bowing to her.

I did the same, so glad to see her slithering away. I held my tongue until she was out of earshot and groaned, “Ugh, she leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. She’s foul. Rotten.”

My brother nodded in agreement.

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Kurtis

I kept a watch on Diane especially as the party continued. The whispered words reached my ears as I moved around with my sister pretending to have some fun. Her disgust dwindled as her lust swelled once more. The centaur kept drawing her eyes.

Of course, it would. She was a horny thing, and he was just the sort of temptation she would enjoy. The wife drew my eye, but the centaur would be hard to control. He had a wild, unbridled lust. It throbbed in him. He was not one to be broken easily.

After another half-hour or so, the empress slithered to a small dais set up in the center of the room. Her lamia knelt around her. Two were rubbing oil into her scales, making the crimson gleam. She faced them all, her large breasts swaying beneath her necklaces.

“Once more, our great feud with Naith has erupted,” the empress hissed. I gathered with the others, watching. Listening. “Their freebooters and pirates harassssss our peacssseful shipssss plying the Nimborgoth, sssstealing our slavessss. She denies it, but a cat ever hides her claws. She promisssses to ‘attend’ to the matter if we can defeat her noble ambassssador.”

Every eye flicked to me. I felt them scrutinizing me.

Measuring me. They sought to see how strong I would be.

“Yes, yes, what a mighty ambassssador they have sent us,” she continued.

Laughter echoed through the room. It rippled around me. I didn’t care. I let it ripple over me. Lasla stiffened against me. I didn’t say a word at their mockery, but the anger stewed in me. I had to keep my emotions under control.

Facing Throwia was far, far more unnerving than this.

They looked at me, at my family, like we were prey. They hungered for us. All the nagas’ tongues flicked out, tasting the air. They hungered to see me broken. They lusted to see me bent. I could feel them all growing wet over it.

“If Ambassssador Kurtis and his party overcome the three challenges, then Queen Athirmi is right. It is not her freebooters and pirates that prey on us. She will owe us no reparation. We will have to hunt those bitches down ourselves and crush them beneath the boot of our warleaders!”

Angry hisses filled the air. Tails swished. The hunger in their eyes intensified. This was more than their pride. Money was being lost. Some of these nagas bled wealth from the actions of these pirates serving Queen Athirmi.

“Step forward, Ambassssador, and choose who shall face my negotiators in the arena?” she hissed.

I pulled away from my sister and stepped before Empress Szialianith, facing her without fear. I stood with my back straight. If I could look Throwia in the eyes, I could withstand these hissing snakes nipping at my ankles.

This serpent thought she was divine? I almost snorted in contempt.

“First, who shall face my Braven, the mightiest of my ogres, in one-on-one combat in the arena. Who shall fight to the death with him, Ambassssador?” She leaned in. “And now that you must compete in one of the events personally.”

“Solja!” I declared, motioning to the troll. “None are mightier than him. Not some ogre. He will break your ogre’s back and smash his skull to jelly!”

The nagas hissed their laughter as Solja loomed. The troll shook with his anger, his sister at his side. I brought him to get his revenge. He hated this place. He was ready for the fight.

“Excellent choicssse,” hissed the empress. “Now who shall face my brave Ghan and his wife in the equestrian match? Who shall ride and upon what mount?”

“I shall upon my sphinx, Nephi!” I declared.

I felt Pyrriah’s concern bursting in her. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, her red hair flashing with fiery light. She reached for a sword she wasn’t wearing in her blue robes of silk that hugged her gorgeous body.

I had promised she would stand by my side, but the rules were the rules.

“And the Maze of Malice?” asked the empress.

Maze? I heard whispers of a maze, but I thought these were arena fights.

“Which two shall face the traps and pitfalls of the Maze of Malice and reach the center? It takes cunning to outwit Eurydice’s and her devices.” The empress stared at her. “Choose, Ambassssador.”

“Myself and my twin sister Pyrriah,” I said. If I could take two in there, then the choice was easiest.

“Done,” the empress said. She slithered off the dais. Other slaves took it away as the Empress fell in beside me. She leaned in and added, “Perhapssss now that we have that little decision out of the way, we can have a stirring bit of entertainment. Your moon maiden dancing with my clockwork. That would be… delightful.”

“It would be,” I said. “Diane!”

“Lord Kurtis!” my moon maiden gasped. She slid through the crowd, leaving Pyrriah behind. My graceful slave reached me, her silvery hair falling around her naked body. Her lusts brimmed in her. She needed to do such wicked things.

“Dance with the empress’s clockwork,” I said as Empress Szialianith motioned for her busty and blonde clockwork slave to join us.

The clockwork was eager for the dance as was Diane. The Empress and I drew back, the space in the middle left clear for them. The nagas and the warleaders watched on as the music grew sensual. An erotic beat echoed through the gathering.

Diane and the clockwork faced each other and started to move. In moments, they had synced up with each other. They both were inhumanly graceful as they mirrored each other’s movements, twirling around each other.

Diane’s lithe body contrasted with the clockwork’s busty frame. Her big boobs heaved while Diane’s silver hair trailed behind her. My cock throbbed at the sight. I kept a firm control on my lust in here. I wasn’t going to succumb to anything. I wanted to keep my wits about me.

Appreciative hisses and whispers washed threw the room.

The dancers enthralled as they swayed together.

Pyrriah stood on the edge, ready to jump to Diane’s defense. Nephi stood in another part. My rakshasas moved with Prince Oberoy, the incubus, and the succubus. Some in my family called those two the twins. They seemed more and more like each other as time went on. Beliala stood in the back, ready to strike.

I watched Diane. Joy rippled through her lust. She enjoyed dancing. To be seen prancing about. I smiled, so glad that this was bringing her passion. That she was enjoying her position. She swayed around the room.

The two performers spiraled together.

They came closer and closer until their hands touched. They entwined fingers. Diane spun in toward the clockwork. Their bodies pressed tight, Diane’s back against the clockwork’s big breasts. Their heads turned, lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

The men groaned.

My dick lurched.

Diane spun away now. The clockwork followed, their hands moving as they twirled, staying in contact with each other. Though the clockwork was an artificial woman created by Krab, she looked as human as any. Her blonde hair danced behind her as she moved.

They met again and, this time, they pressed together breast to breast to kiss.

The pair parted and came together, kissing longer and longer each time. My dick throbbed as they kissed. Hands roamed each other’s backs until they were dancing together. They ground pussies on the other’s thigh.

It was breathtaking watching them hump together. Their tongues danced. Hands groped flexing rumps. They circled to the center and lowered to the floor. I groaned as their bodies pressed together. They turned, Diane on top.

They feasted on each other.

The lesbian sight enthralled all. The music played with such passion as the two devoured the other’s pussies. I felt their lusts swelling in them. Their desire to cum before the entire audience had my dick throbbing.

“Shetha, suck Lord Kurtis’s dick,” purred the naga.

One of the lamias darted before me and opened my robes before I could stop her. She swallowed my cock with hunger. I groaned as her warm mouth soaked my dick in passion. The lamia’s tail swished back and forth as she blew me.

I groaned and ran my hand through her tawny hair between her cat ears. I gripped the back of her head as she suckled on my dick. Her tongue, rough like Nephi’s or one of the rakshasa’s, swirled around my dick.

The lamia gave me pleasure as I watched the moon maiden and the clockwork writhing in passion. The clockwork gripped Diane’s rump, kneading her butt-cheeks. They both feasted on the other, tongues licking.

“Las’s big dick,” I breathed as the lamia suckled on my dick.

The empress glanced at me, her tongue darting out to taste the air.

I shuddered, enjoying the Lamia bobbing her head. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, sucking with such passion. She nursed with all her might. I loved the feel of her rough tongue caressing my crown.

She teased me with that wicked tongue. It felt amazing to have her doing that. She suckled with such passion on my cock. She nursed with all her might, wanting to not just please me, but her empress. I was so aware of what she would receive if she failed to make me cum.

Shetha bobbed her head, nursing on me with all her passion. I stroked her lusts. She moaned, her desire to make me cum outweighing her fear. She performed with even more passion. She suckled on me with such hunger now.

“My, my, she’sssss really eager to make you cum,” said the empress.

“She’s wondrous,” I groaned. “An amazing slave that knows just what I want.”

“Good, good,” the empress said.

Shetha suckled on me hard as I watched my moon maiden writhe on the clockwork. The two women trembled together, their own orgasms rising. I matched them, mine building as fast beneath the lamia’s wet mouth.

She swirled her tongue around my cock, stroking the pressure in my nuts. My balls brimmed with the cum that I would fire into her mouth. I savored it, my fingers gripping the back of her head. I held her and fucked her mouth.

I pumped away at her wet oral cavity, driving my cock to the back of her throat. I swelled the desire in her to take my dick. To relax her throat. I drew back and slammed into her mouth with all my force. I hit her gullet.

And plunged down her throat with ease.

She purred around my cock. Her humming passion massaged the crown of my dick plunging down her esophagus. My nuts slapped into her chin. I fucked her mouth now, savoring the pleasure vibrating about the tip of my rod.

I smiled and watched my moon maiden writhing. She licked at the clockwork with hunger. The two women moaned towards their orgasm as I fucked Shetha’s throat. I pounded her gullet hard, my balls smacking into her chin again and again.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Gods damn, that’s it.”

“Ssss, enjoy her,” purred the empress. “Cum down her gullet.”

“I will,” I groaned. “Gods damn, I will!”

I was about to explode as I rammed down her throat. At the same time, the two women both moaned as they came. They writhed through their passion for all to see. I loved it as I plowed my cock down the lamia’s throat.

I erupted.

I flooded Shetha’s belly with my cum. I grunted, the pleasure shooting through me. Big bursts of delight that showered me in ecstasy. I savored each eruption of rapture firing through me, the lamia purring around my shaft.

My moon maiden and the clockwork trembled through their orgasms. They both devoured each other’s pussy cream as the watchers now applauded. A polite one full of their desire to enjoy both women. They ached to seize them.

And couldn’t.

“Las’s big dick,” I groaned, firing the last of my cum down the lamia’s throat. “Gods damn, that was good. Thank you, Your Majesty, for allowing me this honor.”

“Keep her,” said the Empress. “A trifling gift to our beloved guest. Make a pet of her.” Contempt flashed in the empress’s eyes.

I had a feeling Shetha was the lowest of her lamia. The one who probably was the worst at pleasuring another. A subtle insult from the empress. But Shetha had performed for me. Joy burst in the lamia as she stared up at me. She didn’t say anything, hardly even twitched her tail, but I could tell she was happy.

Pyrriah marched up as I put my cock away. The empress glanced at my angry sister. I winced. I knew what this was about. She stepped up beside me and, in a low voice, said, “I will fight with my brother against the centaur and his wife.”

“You want it to be an uneven fight?” Empress Szialianith asked and laughed. Her large breasts jiggled beneath her necklaces.

“I fight at my brother’s side,” Pyrriah said, back straight, her eyes burning hot. “I live or die with him! I don’t stand by and watch! You won’t stop me!”

The mirth died from the empress. Her face hardened into marble. “Won’t?”

“Yes, won’t,” My sister repeated.

“It would be an unfair fight, Your Majesty,” the centaur’s wife said. She must have approached when Pyrriah did. “It would give our enemies too great an advantage in the negotiations. You can’t allow it!”

“Can’t?” asked the empress.

The ebony features of the centaur’s wife grayed. She swallowed.

“This request intrigues me,” purred the empress. Her tail swished back and forth, gleaming in the oils the lamia had rubbed into her scales. “Makes thingsssss… interesting.”

The wife trembled, her breathing quickened.

A smirk played on my sister’s lips.

“I’ll allow you both to ride on your sphinx,” said the empress, “but if either of you is knocked off your mount and is not killed, then it is a forfeiture.”

“Agreed,” my sister said. That sounded like a massive handicap.

“In addition, I don’t think you should go into the Maze of Malice just with one of your sisters,” the empress said. “They both should travel with you. And your mother. That’s only fair. That should be the… handicap that off-balances having your sister join the equestrian match.”

“Yes, perfect,” said Lasla. She had come up from the other side. “We are in agreement.”

I glanced at Lasla. Why was she being so bold now? Did it have to do with the assertion that she wasn’t my equal?

I sighed. I would not be able to stop this. Pyrriah and Lasla were both set on it. “If my sisters are fine with it, then so am I, Your Majesty.”

“Excellent,” the empress hissed. “Then it is done. Tomorrow shall be interesting. Enjoy the party, Ambassssador.”

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Lasla

“I plan on it,” I said, flicking my gaze to the centaur’s wife. He stood alone. My pussy was wet. I would show Empress Szialianith that I was my brother’s equal. I could have my fun like he had his. “Brother, enjoy our new pet.”

The lamia purred and smiled up at me. She was happy to be his. He was playing with her lusts, but the joy just came from being free of that cruel snake. I wanted to crush her beneath my hill. The foul viper made me so angry.”

I threaded through the crowd and marched right up to the centaur. He glanced at me, his fingers stroking the tails of his black mustache. He was our enemy tomorrow, but tonight, he would satisfy one of my itches.

“I wonder if you are as virile as you look,” I purred. “That if you can even handle me.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “What game is this? You’re his woman. Do you think to embarrass him by cuckolding him before all these people?”

“My brother does not dictate who I can and cannot fuck,” I said, the anger boiling through me. “Nor does he have anything to worry about from a centaur. You can’t fuck me as hard nor with as much passion as my brother. No man or monster can. He is beyond you all.”

“So why are you sniffing around my husband,” the wife hissed. She stood behind me, bristling.

“Because I want to fuck a centaur,” I said and opened my robe. I didn’t care who saw my naked perfection. I thrust my lusts into the centaur as I unveiled my body. He stared at my breasts, a necklace of gold draped over my firm tits. He licked his lips as he stared down to my black bush dripping in my excitement. “That’s reason enough.”

“You are not worthy enough to fuck my husband!” Kyaza snarled.

“I’m the empress’s guest,” I purred. “You’re supposed to be welcoming.” I stroked my hand down Ghan’s muscular stomach to where his skin met the black coat of his horse half. I stroked over his flank, feeling his prowess.”

“Here?” demanded Kyaza.

“My brother might want to watch,” I purred. He enjoys seeing me have my fun, just as I enjoy watching him fuck his sluts. He has a fondness for married women. Maybe you should go give him a try, Kyaza.”

“Why would I want a human’s little dick when I can have a centaur’s mighty cock,” she spat.

“You can go find out,” I said, thrusting a wave of lust into her. She gasped as the need to fuck my brother burned in her. “I care not. I’m going to enjoy every inch of your husband’s dick fucking my cunt.”

A wave of jealousy washed through Ghan. “You will go nowhere near him.”

“Of course,” Kyaza whimpered. She grabbed her husband’s flank. “I won’t touch him.”
I smiled and worked on that lust, building that need in her. It was closely gripped. She had a strong will. She wouldn’t run over and fuck my brother right now. And that would only make her husband jealous. Cause problems, but…

I planted a seed that grew in her.

“Fetch the bench,” snarled Ghan to his wife.

She snapped at some lamia slaves who ran off and came back with a padded bench that would raise me to the right height. I had a feeling the naga women liked to be fucked by his mighty dick. They were all whores.

Like me.

Women craved big, massive cocks fucking their cunts. It was a majestic thing. I climbed onto the divan, so ready to be penetrated by the centaur’s massive cock. To have his big dick fucking me so hard. he would pound me with that monster. It would be magnificent to have him fucking me. I wanted him pounding my snatch with such force. It would be fantastic to have him fucking me like that. He would bury into me again and again. Just slam to the hilt in me.

He moved towards me, his massive cock thrusting out from beneath him. It had a blunt tip wider than my brother’s fist. That would leave any woman loose, but not me. I was Las’s daughter. My cunt would always become tight again.

I loved his lust for me. He ached to be in me. He walked over to me, his chest rubbing into my breasts. I gasped at the wiry feel of his hairs rubbing on my nipples and breasts. I grabbed his cock and pressed it between my thighs.

Right against my bush.

He felt my curls tickling the tip of his cock. His lust surged through him. He neighed and thrust.

“Yes!” I moaned as the blunt tip of his dick pushed against my cunt. I gripped his torso, hugging him. I breathed in his salty musk. “Las’s big dick! Fuck me, Ghan!”

“Yes,” breathed his wife. “Fuck the whore.”

My pussy lips stretched and stretched to take his big dick. I groaned, savoring that thick tip pushing into my cunt. My labia swallowed his cock. I groaned as he penetrated me. My eyes widened. He was as thick as Solja.

“Gods damn!” I squealed as that cock penetrated into my pussy.

He reached deeper and deeper into me. I groaned and squirmed beneath him, loving what he did to me. It was fantastic to enjoy this passion. I groaned, my twat clamping down on him. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest.

He reached my cervix. I groaned, loving the feel of his coat rubbing into my nipples. My pussy clamped down on him. It was an awesome delight to have so much of his cock in me. I groaned, wanting to just have a huge burst of pleasure.

He drew back his cock. I shuddered as his thick shaft massaged my pussy walls. My eyes rolled back into my head. It was so much bliss. He stimulated my cunt, and everyone watched. They all stared at me. I loved it.

He slammed back into me. “Yes!”

His thick cock stretched me out. Every inch of his mighty shaft he could fit in my pussy left me quivering. He drew back. I groaned, clamping down on him. I arched my back, rubbing my titties into his coat. Those curls tickled me.

He neighed and fucked me.

He pumped his big dick in and out of my cunt. I groaned, clamping down on his dick. I drank in the friction. I reveled in the wondrous pleasures as he pumped away at me. Delight washed through me. I groaned, my twat gripping him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Gods, fuck me, Ghan! Fuck me so hard! Enjoy my pussy! My brother is beating you tomorrow!”

He growled in anger and thrust harder at my cunt.

His dick plunged deep into my pussy, knocking at my cervix. I groaned as he did that. It was such a rush to have him doing that. I loved his big cock fucking my pussy hard and fast. He buried into me again and again. I loved him plowing into me.

I squeezed my snatch down around his cock, drinking in the friction. My orgasm swelled in me as my pussy gave him such pleasure. I felt the pressure building in his nuts. His hooves clopped on the stone floor as he fucked into me hard.

My boobs jiggled, rubbing into his chest. Pleasure swept through me every time they rubbed into his fur. It was an incredible rush. It was just a thrill to have him fucking me like that. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down on him.

“Yes!” he growled. “Take it! Take every inch of my dick, slut!”

“I am!” I groaned, clamping my twat down on him. “I’m going to cum so hard. Ooh, just keep fucking me with that massive cock! I want to spasm around your dick. I want to milk out every drop of the cum in your mighty balls!”

He snorted and fucked me so hard. He pounded me with that hard dick, the ache building at the tip of his cock burying into my snatch. I squeezed down on him, rising towards my orgasm. I would burst on him. Just explode.

I couldn’t wait to detonate on his. I would just shudder beneath him, writhing through the majesty of my orgasm. I groaned, my body quivering with such delight as he fucked into me with all that force. His hooves clopped on the stones as he drove his dick into me.

“Las’s big dick!” I moaned.

“Make that whore cum,” Kyaza hissed. “Just make her explode on your dick!”

“She’ll cum!” he neighed, plowing hard into me.

He drove that massive dick into my pussy. The centaur fucked me with such passion. I couldn’t hold on much longer. This was it. I would burst on him. Just explode on his mighty cock. I quivered, my nipples drinking in the rough texture of his coat.
I felt everyone watching me. The nagas lusted to be in my place. They burned with envy as he buried his dick to the hilt in my cunt. I was the one enjoying this mighty dick. I savored it plunging into my cunt.

He rammed into my cunt. I gasped and climaxed. “Las’s big cock!”

My pussy writhed around his dick. I shuddered, my cunt writhing and spasming around that massive cock thrusting into me. Ghan grunted as he buried his dick to the hilt in my twat. He buried it deep into me. Pleasure swept through my body, drowning my mind.

“Cum in me!” I moaned, my lusts lashing out at his wife. Stirring that heat in her. “Flood me!”

“Yes,” whimpered Kyaza as she burned for my brother’s cock.

The mighty centaur rammed his dick to the hilt in me and grunted. His seed exploded into my pussy. I shuddered as that wondrous cum pumped into my snatch. Blast after blast of his jizz flooded me. A wondrous moment. I reveled in the passion as it surged over me. Stars burst across my vision as I trembled through this bliss.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, my head tossing from side to side. It was an excellent delight rushing through my body. I groaned, savoring every last second of it. I shuddered, the pleasure rushing through me. It was an outstanding delight. “Oh, my god, that’s good!”

I bucked on the table my cunt writhing around that wondrous dick. He pumped more and more of his cum into me. He flooded my twat with every spurt of his thick jizz. I loved this passion. I savored the heat running through my body.

Spurt after spurt of his might cum flooded me. I hugged his torso, my nipples rubbing into his rough coat. The hairs tickled my nubs and boobs. I groaned, my cunt writhing around my cock as I savored this pleasure.

Applause rippled around me as all that cum flooded my snatch. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back in my head. I savored the immense rapture gushing through me. I savored the heat, reveling in all that cum pumping into my twat. It was magnificent.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Las’s big dick!”

Ghan grunted and ripped his cock out of my snatch. I shuddered as he pulled his dick out of my cunt. The jizz spilled out of me. It was a magical to have all that cum leaking out of me. Stars burned through my vision. A big smile grew on my lips.

That was amazing.

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Pyrriah

I grabbed Lasla and pulled her off the raised divan she laid on. Cum soaked her bush and poured down her thighs. It was thick and pearly. I shook my head. I never did get why she wanted any cock but our brother’s.

And my dragon-mother’s.

“Why did you agree to go into the maze?” I asked her, pulling her close. “It’s going to be dangerous.”

My sister stared at me, her blue eyes clear of any lust. Anger burned in them. “She thinks Mother and I will be handicaps. I’m going to show that viper she’s wrong!”

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