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Antagony – The Black Tide, The Nimborgoth

I stood on the deck of the pirate ship, the nixie crew moving about. I stared at the stark coast of the Halani Desert. The turquoise blue of the ocean met the near-white of the sand. With the sun beating down on us, I sweltered even with the cool ocean breeze around us.

I fumed. Once again, that bastard Kurtis escaped me. I almost had him, then that undine ship had appeared out of the depths and nearly destroyed the Black Tide. I had almost been washed over the side. I had managed to clutch on to the railing with a desperate grip.

Ziryihm came up beside me. I glanced at the deva, fighting with my anger. I wanted to kill Kurtis. I wanted to impale him to the ground, rip out his entrails, and leave him to be feasted upon by the beasts while I made off with my prize.

The moon maiden.

She would be mine. My redemption for my mother’s sins.

“They’re going to Hargone,” I said. “That’s what you reported. So why are we sailing for an empty coast and not the city? How are we supposed to find his trail here? Tell me!”

Ziryihm smiled. The deva had such a smugness to her. “We need information. He is being protected, that much is clear, and we have no idea his goal. The Oracle of the Sands is out there. If we can find her, then we’ll know when and where to ambush him to succeed in our goals.”

Antagony smiled. “An ambush. Excellent. Fine. We’ll find the Oracle.”

“I thought you’d like the plan,” the deva said.

The pad of footsteps prickled my spine. I glanced back to see Captain Spite marching up. The nixie wore pantaloons and a band of cloth around her breasts. Her hermaphrodite-dick bulged before her. Unlike amazons, she permanently had her cock.”

“Take me with you,” said Captain Spite said, her hand resting on the pommel of her scimitar. “I have unfinished business with them.”

I opened my mouth to object when Ziryihm said, “Fine, fine. You’ll prove most useful, I think, Captain Spite.”

The nixie smiled as cold as a valkyrie’s cunt. She turned and shouted orders for the longboats to be lowered and row us to shore. I was eager to meet this oracle and find my prey.

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Kurtis – The Free City of Hargone

“You want to see another oracle?” I asked Oberoy.

The pixie stood there with his dragonfly wings folded against his back. He was my step-son and, weirdly, my half-brother. I had taken his mother, the Fairy Queen Tinia as my wife to rule her territory. She was also my half-sister who was bred by our mutual father, Las.

“Wouldn’t it be good to know how to defeat Throwia?” he asked.

“But isn’t the Oracle of the Sand supposed to be difficult to find?” I asked. “She’s somewhere out in the Halani Desert.” I stared at the sands that stretched away for the Free City of Hargone.

“We can poke around in Hargone and see if we can narrow it down,” Oberoy said. “We do have to cross a part of the desert.”

“Okay,” I said. “We can certainty poke around.”

The undine’s watery ship drew a lot of attention from Hargone as she towed in the Treasure Box. We approached a long dock that could handle both of the ships at once. The others were gathering. I was wearing my good robes. My sisters gathered, both of them adorned in jewelry. Mother wore hers over her naked body as did Diane. Shessa stared at the city, her ears twitching and tail swishing with her excitement. Nephi and the rakshasa gathered to provide protection. Princess Lavhi looked more coherent than she had in weeks.

Maybe she was getting used to her pleasure addiction and was able to function more. Lasla had broken her, but she was a conniving bitch that tried to kill her own cousin and used us to do it. Princess Naryu pinched Lavhi’s ass and hissed something at her.

Princess Lavhi nodded.

Beliala stretched her back. The demon was… worrying. We did need to know how to deal with Throwia. She had her spy in the party. So we had to be careful about how this worked. I took a deep breath as we reached the dock.

“Thank you for coming to our aid,” I said and hugged Captain Current.

“It was all my pleasure,” she said. “Mmm, but did you have to knock up my entire crew.”

“Yep,” I said and broke the embrace with the watery woman.

Undine sailors rung out the gangplank. My women and I made our way down it onto the docks where a group of officials waited. They had ebony skin and wore robes that appeared similar to the ones I wore, but up close they had a different style and cut to them. They wore turbans wrapped over their heads.

“Lord,” they said and bowed to me.

I motioned for Captain Telesi and introduced her. I paid for the docking fees and for the repairs that would be needed. It was quite a lot of money. It took a few hours to sign all the paperwork before we could leave Captain Telesi and her crew.

“It might be months before we come back,” I told her.

“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, slapping her belly. Her pregnancy showed. Al the halfling women were, all pregnant with my children.

I smiled and kissed her.

As I did, the undine ship just… melted into the bay and was gone. Shouts echoed as people watched the sight. I shook my head as I turned to the dockmaster. He had a slender beard that jutted from the tip of his chin that he had waxed to a point.

“Is there a place we can stay?” I asked.

“The Desert Hare is an establishment worthy of your rank with suites to accommodate a lord and his retinue.” He glanced at my harem. “Though you have a very strange one.”

“My thanks,” I said, taking his hand.

He clasped both his around mine, nodding.

As we headed away from the dock, I glanced at Kyaza. “The Savannah butts against the Halani Desert, right?”

“Yes, Lord Kurtis,” the dark-skinned woman said. She marched with a fierceness. She looked human but she was a female centaur.

“Do you know much about the Oracle of the Sands?”

She glanced at me. “Do you wish to find her?”

“Wait, what?” Lasla said.

“It’s Oberoy’s idea,” I said. “We have to travel through a piece of the Halani Desert. If we can find her on the way…” I shrugged. “Why not.”

“The price Oracles pay differs, Master,” Mother said. “This one will not be bound by her agreement with any ruler, like the Serpent Oracle.”

“Do you know the price?” I asked Mother.

She hesitated. “No, no I don’t. I know the Lesbius Oracle takes a portion of your memories. The cost can be very high with Oracles.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” I said. “If we can find her.”

“Males from my herd would occasionally journey from the steppes and into the desert,” Kyaza said. “But it’s dangerous. They always have losses, but the guidance is worth it. We shall be traveling through the part of the desert she dwells in. She dwells in the heart of the Oases, the portion of the desert that is dotted with many fertile seeps and even a few lakes.”

“Okay, so we get out to these Oases,” I said. “How do we find her once were in the midst of them.”

Her face flickered with an emotion, maybe shame. “I’m sorry, my Lord, I don’t know.” Her head hung low. “I never was told. I just knew where they traveled.”

“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging. I wasn’t that concerned. “It’s more than we had to go on before. We have a place we can go to find her. Maybe we’ll learn something at the Desert Hare.”

We soon found the Desert Hare, a large inn with a golden rabbit bounding into the air for the sign. We traveled through a short hallway that opened onto a large courtyard open to the sky. Shady palm trees grew everywhere around the tables. Exotic women, their skin nearly as black as night, danced on the tables while men watched and clapped.

The famed Halani Dancers, women with ebony skin who could melt the bones of any man or woman who watched. And they were skilled in the thin silks they wore that did little to hide their bodies. Their hips wiggled from side to side while their breasts bounced beneath necklaces made of beads of jade and chalcedony. They clattered as they danced.

They were gorgeous, stunning even, but they were nothing compared to Diane. She stared at them, though, with this wistful look on her face. She clearly wanted to join them in the dance. They looked gorgeous. Just breath-taking.

I didn’t blame her for wanting to dance here.

“My, my,” a barmaid him silks said, her skin was as deep ebony as the dancers. She wore the same sort of necklaces around her neck to hide her breasts, her dark nipples peeking through. Her pantaloons barely hung on her hips, threatening to slip off. “The Sahid will be thrilled to have such a party. You will be staying.”

“Your best suite,” I said. “And we need food, drinks, and more.”

She smiled and bowed. “Follow me!”

She led us across the courtyard. It rained so infrequently here, they could have their common room outdoors. It was surprisingly cool beneath the shade. The three sides of the inn had open walkways, allowing across breeze to blow through the area that rippled across the skin. It was quite a pleasant experience.

We were brought to a large, round table that had one of the dancers swaying on it. She smiled at us as she moved to the music. It was different with a strange flute that had a zithering sound that made me want to sway to it. One of the musicians hammered on what looked like bone keys that rang with a hollow, percussive noise, adding to the exotic air of the melody.

There were no chairs. We sank onto the pillows and were soon comfortable. The barmaid returned with several of her companions, each carrying a carafe of presumably wine and many cups made of crystal. They deposited them and poured a deep, purple wine into them.

I sipped it and groaned at the fruity flavor. I had never quite tasted the like. It was succulent. I smacked my lips and nodded my enjoyment. She smiled at me. As she headed off, I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap.

“My lord,” she said as her breasts bounced before my face, the beaded necklaces sliding over her tits. She rubbed her rump into my hardon. “Is that a service you want here before such lesser eyes?”

“I don’t mind an audience,” I said. My cock throbbed beneath her ass. “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“No, you do not, my Lord,” she cooed. “Quite impressive.”

“I’m searching for the Oracle of the Sands,” I said. “I know where to look, but…”

“But the Heart of the Oases is such a vague term, no?” she asked.

I smiled at her.

“They say she is everywhere and nowhere.” She squirmed on me. “But if you want to request an audience, you must shed your seed to the thirsty desert if you are one of the places she likes to haunt. The Heart of the Oases is one. There are others to the east. The Mountainous Dunes, the Salted Erg, and the Stained Sands. So long as you are in the place and spill your seed, you might meet her.”

“Might,” I said.

“Mmm, many don’t return from searching for her,” she said. “The desert is not kind to those who are not prepared. It’s not just the sun and the sands, but the monsters, the madness, and the betrayals. Only take those you can trust. And know you cannot travel with a caravan. None who travel with a caravan ever find her.”

“Oh, why?”

She leaned in and whispered, “She knows you are a coward. She only wants the brave. She will taste who you are in your seed.” She licked my ear. “Maybe she’ll come for a mighty lord like you who travels with so many women. You must be fearless to take so many flowers into the wilting desert.”

“Thanks,” I said, my dick throbbing beneath her. “You deserve a reward.” I sank into her desires and played with them.

She shuddered and purred, “A mighty man such as you mustn’t head into such peril without leaving behind a piece of him. A bit of his seed planted in the fertile soil of Hargone. Your seed won’t find anything but coarse sand out there.”

I smiled and said, “You want me to breed you? Well, let me see your talents, then we can think about that.”

She smiled and knelt before me, sliding beneath the table. Her beaded necklaces clattered and swayed as she opened my robes and found my cock. My sisters kneeling on either side grinned down at me. The barmaid winked at me.

“I am Hawza,” she purred, “and you will enjoy this. I will show you the pleasures of a Halanian woman’s passion.”

She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock.

I groaned as she slid her lips down my shaft. Her thick, black hair spilled in thin, wavy braids around my lap as her mouth suckled on me. She nursed on me with such passion. She had a hungry mouth. She wanted my seed.

“Oh, yes, we’ll find the oracle,” Lasla said. “Your seed will call her across the entire desert.”

Pyrriah nodded in agreement. “Yes, your jizz will.”

Hawza’s hot mouth suckled at my cock. The pressure shot down to my balls. I loved how she nursed on me. My dick twitched in her hot mouth. She worked her tongue around the shaft, teasing me as she blew me.

I looked up from her dark eyes to the dancer watching us. She swayed her hips, her beads clattering as they danced over her breasts. She smiled at me and languorously winked her right eye. She spun around and wiggled her rump at me. The thin cloth fell over her butt-cheeks, her dark skin bleeding through the light-blue silk.

She swayed to the music, an exotic delight that complimented my blowjob. I enjoyed the way her mouth suckled on me. She nursed with hot passion. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. It was a magnificent moment.

I groaned, savoring the way she suckled on me. She was skilled in that. Just a champion at sucking cock. I leaned back on my hands and stared at the dancer. I admired her moves as I enjoyed that hot mouth bobbing up and down my cock. She suckled on me with hunger. It was a fantastic rush to have her nursing on me as I watched the dancer moving.

She swayed with such delicious grace. The way she moved was a fantastic show to witness. She swelled that powerful ache in my nuts with her every suckle. I stroked my hand through her woven braids, loving the wavy texture of her hair.

“Gods damn,” I groaned as my nuts tightened.

My sisters were both rubbing against me. I wouldn’t be surprised if they thought about having their own fun. Or maybe Pyrriah didn’t want to with so many strange men around. That wouldn’t stop Lasla. She might even go off with a few for a while.

Though it was monster cock that really made her wet.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “She’s really sucking that dick. Mmm, you’re inspiring her.”

“She wants to be bred,” I answered, enjoying Hawza’s hot mouth.

“I wonder where she got that idea from,” my sister purred.

“No idea,” said innocently, my gaze sliding up to the dancer. She cocked her hips to the side, causing her pantaloons to fall off her hips.

She winked at me as the shaved folds of her pussy came into view. The faint hint of pink in her slit surrounded by her ebony vulva made my mouth water. I loved the sight of that delicious cunt as she danced and Hawza suckled my dick.

Beads of juices gleamed on the dancer’s twat, catching the dying rays of sunlight that streamed through the palm trees. One drop gathered enough to spill down her thigh in a gleaming rivulet that almost reached her knee.

She had more to come.

She dripped with juices, her boobs heaving beneath her beaded necklaces. She wiggled those hips in just such a supremely delicious manner. My cock throbbed in that hot mouth working up and down me as I enjoyed every last second of the show.

That hot mouth suckled on me. Nursed with passion as I rose toward my orgasm. Another bead of juices spilled down the woman’s thighs. She shimmied her hips from side to side as she danced, her hands sliding over her body now.

Caressing herself like a lover.

“Gods damn,” I groaned, the pressure hitting that peak in at the tip of my cock. I gripped the top of Hawza’s head.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. I flooded her with my jizz, reveling in that heat sweeping through me. It was fantastic. The ecstasy blazed through my thoughts as I groaned through such pleasure. This was an awesome moment.

“Las’s big dick,” I groaned as I pumped more and more of my cum into her.

“Mmm,” Lasla purred, smacking her lips. “Lucky girl.”

“Very,” I groaned, my dick throbbing with the delight of this moment. I loved pumping my mouth into Hawza’s mouth.

She gulped down the jizz I fired into her mouth over and over again. The pleasure slammed through my body and crashed into my mind. I loved that delight. It was a perfect moment. I shuddered, a big smile spreading on my lips

I felt fantastic.

I shuddered as I erupted one last time. Hawza suckled hard on my cock. I could feel her lusts. She wanted to get every drop of cum that I had out of my nuts. It felt so good having her do that. Just fantastic.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring that heat rushing through me. It was fantastic. I loved it. “You are definitely as good as you claim.”

She slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. “Mmm, good enough to be bred?”

“Turn around and bend over the table,” I said. “I’ll plant my seed deep into your fertile depths.”

She slid out from beneath the table and turned around, wiggling her hips at me, her ass covered by her pantaloons. She had her head thrust to the dancer. I nudged that woman’s lusts, too. She shuddered, dropped to her knees, and grabbed a fistful of Hawza’s hair. The dancer yanked the barmaid forward and ground that shaved snatch on Hawza’s lips.

The barmaid feasted.

I smiled at the delicious sight before me as I drew off Hawza’s pantaloons, exposing her cute rump and her shaved pussy dripping with her juices. I pressed my cock into her pussy lips. I slid them up and down her slit as she feasted on the dancer’s cunt.

“Yes,” moaned the dancer, her eyes squeezing shut. “That’s so good. Just thrust that tongue into me.”

I loved the sight as I thrust my cock into the delicious Hawza’s pussy. I sank to the hilt in her cunt. She groaned as she squeezed her twat down on me. She held me with that tight pussy of hers. It was a fantastic rush to have that delicious snatch around me.

I groaned, loving this moment with all my might. It was a fantastic one. I groaned, savoring that hot delight around my cock. It was a fantastic rush to fuck her twat good and hard. I pounded her twat with force.

“Biaute’s perfect tits!” she moaned into the dancer’s cunt.

“Rithi’s wanton art!” gasped the dancer, her head throwing back. “Oh, that’s so good, Hawza!”

I smiled at the sight, my cock throbbing in that hot twat. I loved being in this delicious pussy. I drew back my cock, savoring the way she gripped my dick with her hot twat. The pleasure rippled through me.

I thrust to the hilt in her cunt. I plunged deep and hard, my balls slapping into her clit. I felt the pleasure sweeping through her. Her twat clamped down hard as she moaned into the dancer’s juicy pussy. I loved this so much.

I gripped Hawza’s hips and fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her cunt with hard strokes, drilling my cock into her twat. She moaned into the dancer’s pussy. The gorgeous beauty being devoured tossed her head, her large breasts heaving beneath her any necklaces.

The clatter of beads echoed around us as I fucked Hawza hard.

“Yes, yes, that’s good,” whimpered the dancer. “Rithi’s wanton art, that’s delicious!”

“You get so wet dancing, don’t you?” I groaned, fucking Hawza’s pussy.

“My job is to arouse the customers,” she purred. “How can I do that if I’m not also aroused?”

Lasla chuckled and nodded her complete agreement. My sister licked her lips as I fucked away at Hawza’s cunt. I could feel what he would do once I had dumped my seed in Hawza’s pussy and bred her. She would be bred the moment I buried into her.

I loved my power.

I thrust away at Hawza’s fertile pussy. I fucked her hard and fast, loving the way her cunt gripped me. She held me tight with that hot pussy of hers. I loved plunging over and over into her snatch. It was a fantastic rush to fuck her like this.

I pounded her with force. I fucked her with everything that I had. She groaned, squeezing her snatch down on my cock as I thrust to the hilt in her over and over again. Her hot pussy massaged me. I loved that delicious sheath around me.

My nuts slapped into her clit brimmed with the cum I would dump in her pussy. I would flood her with everything that I had. I grinned at the dancer as she gripped Hawza’s hair. The dancer winked at me as she undulated her hips.

She danced her pussy lips across Hawza’s mouth.

I loved that so much. I savored it as I fucked the naughty barmaid’s cunt. I pounded her with everything that I had. Thrust to the hilt in her cunt, churning up her pussy. She squeezed down on me as I fucked her with force.

I loved how she gripped me. How she held me with that hot pussy. It was a pure delight to enjoy as I fucked this hot twat. I pounded her with force. I buried into her again and again. She groaned, squeezing her snatch around me.

She held me with that hot twat. She gripped me with her delicious pussy. I loved every last second of her fucking me. It was an incredible rush to plunge into her twat over and over again. She held me with that wonderful cunt.

“Gods damn,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, breed me!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down.

“She’s getting close,” Lasla purred.

I winked at my sister as I churned up the slut’s pussy. I fucked her hard and fast. I wanted to have her howling on my cock. That would be magnificent. I loved how she wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring her cunt around my dick.

Her warm pussy massaged my dick as I fucked into her twat again and again. I loved how juicy she was. How her wet twat gripped me. It was a passionate moment. I savored every last moment of this passion. I fucked her hard and fast.

“Gods damn,” she moaned into the dancer’s pussy. “Oh, Lord Kurtis!”

“Make her cum and breed her!” the dancer moaned, her back arching.

I nudged her pleasure as she shuddered. She gasped as she climaxed. Her breasts bounced beneath her beaded necklaces as she drowned Hawza in pussy cream. I loved the sounds the sexy dancer moaned as she trembled through her rapture.

“Rithi’s wanton art!” howled the dancer, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Biaute’s perfect tits!” gasped the naughty Hawza as I buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Her twat went wild around my dick. She suckled at me with that delicious pussy. I groaned, savoring the heat rippling and writhing around me. She suckled at me with such passion. I groaned, loving the feel of her pussy rippling around me. She suckled at me with everything that she had.

It was a fantastic rush to have her twat nursing at me. I plowed to her depths and let that wonderful sheath massage me. I gripped her hips as the pressure rushed to the tip of my cock, coaxed there by her wonderful pussy. With a growl, I erupted.

I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her snatch. I filled her snatch with my jizz. She groaned as my seed flooded her womb and found her egg. I bred her in that moment, giving her just what she wanted. She trembled, her pussy convulsing around me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, her pussy quivering around me. “Lord Kurtis!”

“Oh, breed her,” the dancer moaned, her hair tossing as she drowned Hawza in pussy cream.

I spurted again and again into Hawza’s pussy. I filled her up with more cum. I emptied my balls into in her pussy, savoring the pleasure of her twat. She had an amazing pussy. I groaned, my sisters squirming around me while the rapture shot through my body.

I savored every blast into her cunt. Every spurt of jizz into her snatch. I savored that bliss flowing through me. It was a fantastic delight. I groaned through every last second of this bliss as I filled her womb with all my cum. I grunted as I erupted one last time.

I pulled out of her pussy slowly, savoring her sheath rippling around me a few more times. I popped out at the end and watched as my cum trickled out of her pussy and ran over her clit. Her pink hole gaped open, surrounded by her ebony vulva.

“Mmm,” Lasla purred. “Come sit before me, Hawza, so I can feast.”

Hawza did just that. She sat on the table before my sister, rolling over to perch on her rump. Lasla didn’t hesitate to bury her face into that pussy and start licking and lapping. I loved it. I glanced at the dancer. She quivered there, kneeling.”

“He wants your asshole,” purred my twin sister. Pyrriah winked at me. “On your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the dancer moaned and rolled over as bid. Her pussy aimed right at me, her juices dripping down her thighs. “Please, please, use me as you wish, my Lord!”

I smiled at my twin sister. She grinned back at me. My dick throbbed as I grabbed both of the dancer’s butt-cheeks, my paler fingers digging into her rump. I leaned my head in and licked at her pussy, stroking over her tangy pussy lips. I savored that taste.

I lapped at her one more time before I rose onto my feet, the perfect height to fuck her asshole. I pressed my cock in between her ebony butt-cheeks and slid down to find her backdoor. She smiled at me over her shoulder.

“Mmm, I am so glad my art inspired you, my Lord,” she moaned as my pussy-lubed dick pressed at her asshole. “This is what I live for. Why Rithi blessed me with grace and poise.”

“Yes, she did,” I said, glad that the Goddess of Art had given the dancer her talent.

I pushed my dick against her asshole, drilling against her backdoor. She stretched and stretched open for my cock. I loved that sensation. It was a beautiful one to enjoy. I groaned, her anal ring widening and swallowing my dick.

“Gods damn,” I groaned as I sank into her asshole. Her hot bowels engulfed my dick with velvety heat. I shuddered as I sank into her bowels. “Oh, Gods, that’s good.”

“Mmm, it is, Lord Kurtis,” she moaned.

“Mistress!” gasped Hawza as she enjoyed my sister’s licking. Lasla devoured the cum from the barmaid’s pussy with a wild hunger that I loved.

I smiled at that then swept my gaze around the table. Oberoy sat on the opposite side. He shuddered as he watched. Beliala was next to him, taking delight in playing with his cock. He enjoyed that, too. He liked what she did to him, but was also ashamed of it, I realized.

I ignored men’s desires most of the time. It was women I wanted to enjoy. To revel in.

And there were plenty of women around this table. They stared at me with such desire in their eyes. They lusted for me. My three rakshasas were staring at me, Princess Lavhi masturbating with her golden vibrator. Nephi squirmed while Diana swayed sitting between the sphinx and my dragon-mother. Her eyes were on me, watching me over Pyrriah’s shoulder. Kyaza had hot eyes for me, too.

My harem of beauties. I loved being surrounded by all of them as I sank my cock to the hilt in the dancer’s bowels. Her hot asshole swallowed my cock. She devoured my dick with that amazing anal sheath of hers. I groaned as I went deeper and deeper into her velvety backdoor.

I bottomed out in her as she moaned, “Rithi’s wanton art.”

I smiled and slid my hands up her body and found her swinging boobs. I gripped those lush mounds as I drew back my cock. She gasped as I did that. Her anal sheath clamped down on me. She held me with her tight bowels as I fucked back into her depths.

“Oh, Lord Kurtis,” she moaned, my nuts slapping her taint.

“Yes, yes, Mistress,” Hawza gasped as Lasla feasted on my cum.

My sister took such delight in licking the barmaid clean of my seed. Gods, I loved her.

I pumped away at the dancer’s asshole, burying into her bowels over and over again. She clamped down on them, massaging me with her velvety flesh. She gave me just the sort of delight that I craved. I groaned with each thrust into her asshole. I fucked her hard and fast.

I pounded her with hard strokes. Powerful thrusts. I loved the way her bowels gripped my dick. I thrust into her anal sheath again and again. I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed to the hilt in her bowels, drilling into her again and again.

“Oh, my Lord!” she gasped in delight.

“I want you to burst!” I said, kneading her tits.

“I shall.”

She gripped me with her hot anal sheath. She held me tight as I fucked into her bowels again and again. It was a delight to thrust into her hard and fast. I churned her up, loving this delight as I fucked into her bowels with force.

Her orgasm swelled in her as it did in Hawza. The barmaid shuddered as my sister feasted on her cunt, licking out every drop of cum that was in her. By now, Lasla had cleaned her up. My sister licked with a frenzy.

She wanted to make the barmaid explode.

Just like I did with the dancer.

I pounded her asshole hard and fast, the pressure growing and growing in my nuts. The ache at the tip of my cock grew and grew with every plunge into her asshole. Her velvety bowels held me. It was an amazing delight to experience her velvety anal sheath.

She moaned louder and louder. I gripped her tits as I slammed into her asshole. Her butt-cheeks rippled from the impact. I slammed into her hard and fast. She groaned and clamped her asshole down around my dick.

It was magical.

“Mistress!” Hawza gasped, her head throwing back as she drowned Lasla with her pussy juices.

My sister’s orgasm burst inside of her in the same second. She didn’t touch herself, but she still made herself climax. She moaned into Hawza’s pussy while drowning in the barmaid’s cunt cream. It was a hot delight to hear.

I loved it as I slammed into the anal depths of the dancer. She shuddered, her thick hair swaying around her face. My hands kneaded those large breasts of hers, gripping her perfect mounds as I fucked her asshole hard. She was close to cumming.

“Biaute’s perfect tits!” howled Hawza, her breasts bouncing beneath her necklaces.

I found the dancer’s nipples. I pinched them with my fingers and twisted. Her asshole clamped down hard on my dick. I loved how great that felt. It was a perfect delight. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath as she burst in rapture.

“Rithi’s wanton art!” she sang out with the zithering flutes.

“Yes,” I growled as I buried deep and hard into her writhing asshole. “Las’s big dick!”

I erupted into her anal sheath. I flooded her with my cum. The pleasure swept through me. Stars burst across my vision as I dumped load after load of my seed into her bowels. She moaned, suckling at me with such hunger.

I shuddered, the pleasure sweeping through me. It was a fantastic delight to have all that spunk spurting into her bowels. I loved this delight. I savored it so much. It was a wonderful rush cumming into her asshole over and over again.

“Las’s big dick!” I groaned as she milked me.

“Lord Kurtis!” she moaned.

“Mistress!” gasped Hawza as she fell onto her back on the table, her orgasm peaking in her. “Biaute’s perfect tits, you are so good at that!”

“Yes, she is,” Pyrriah purred.

I shuddered as I erupted one last time into that tight asshole. I filled her up with all the cum that I had in me. It was a fantastic delight to fill her bowels with everything that I had. I felt so amazing. I shuddered as I savored her anal ring rippling around me a few more times.

“Damn,” I groaned and pulled out of her asshole, closing my robes.

I felt fantastic as the food arrived. The barmaids returned while Hawza sauntered off, fulfilled, and the dancer resumed dancing with my cum dripping out of her butt-crack and running over her taint to her pussy lips.

The barmaids placed honeyed lamb before us with salads made of strange vegetables. Bowels of small, brown fruits mixed with nuts. Dates and almonds, I soon learned. All of it looked scrumptious. I was ready to dive in.

Just as I was about to, a man came in, his graying beard oiled. He bowed to me, “Lord Kurtis, welcome, welcome to my inn. Welcome to the Desert Hare.”

“It is a fine establishment,” I said, nodding to him. “I am honored to accept your hospitality.”

“Your rooms are ready, of course, when you are,” I said.

“I am preparing for an expedition into the desert and beyond to the Savannah,” I said. “Who is the best to outfit us with what we need?”

“My cousin is a man of honor who has long supplied the caravans with what they need.” The Sahid rubbed his hands together, rings gleaming on his fingers. “I will have him come here in the morning so that he can advise you about what you need and see that the arrangements are made.”

“Excellent.” I paused. “Does he have a beautiful wife or daughter?”

“Both.”

“Good, good, I find that flowers always brighten every meeting. I enjoy being surrounded by them.”

The man laughed. “And my Lord has a great eye for beautiful flowers. It is quite the bouquet you have collected. Well, I shall leave you to your meal, unless you have any other questions from me, my Lord?”

“No, no,” I said. “I am eager to enjoy this banquet you have laid for us.”

The man nodded and retreated. A beautiful wife and daughter… That would be delicious.

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Antagony – the Halani Desert

Two days after we made landfall, we arrived at the spot.

“How do you know this is the spot,” said Captain Spite. The nixie wore a turban wrapped around her head and black robes to hide her body. So did I. The sun was merciless.

“Because we are in the right area of the desert,” Ziryihm said. She stood naked and unconcerned by the sun, her pale skin unaffected by the blistering rays. She was a demigoddess, after all. Her golden hair shimmered as she looked down at the hot sands. She stood barefoot on them.

Not burning.

“Now we just have to summon her,” she said, a big smile on her lips. “And don’t you fret, it’s quite the delight to summon her.”

“How?” Captain Spite asked. The nixie pulled off her water skin and drank deeply of it. She needed so much water. Luckily, there was an oasis a half-day from here. They abounded in this part of the desert, or so Ziryihm claimed.

I didn’t trust that deva.

“Why, with our seed,” said the deva. “The Oracle of the Sand, like all her sisters, craves sexual delights. We soak the sands in our hermaphrodite-seed, and if she is in the mood, she will summon us.”

“So this might not even work?” I demanded. “Kurtis is getting away from us, and you’re gambling on this?”

“It should work,” said Ziryihm. “Not many seek her out. It’s deadly to come here, and many who quest for her don’t return. So she should be feeling… that ache.”

Ziryihm’s hermaphrodite-dick sprouted from her pussy lips. It grew thicker and longer, thrusting out from her body. I opened my robes and exposed my naked body. I closed my eyes and let mine grow, too. I was a demigoddess, but my race was diluted by generations of breeding.

There was only a finite number of devas in the world.

Captain Spite’s robes rustled. Cloth whisked over her hermaphrodite-dick as she brought it out. I opened my eyes to see her stroking her bluish dick. I held mine in my left hand, stroking up and down it while Ziryihm pumped away at hers.

We moved closer, forming a circle as we aimed our hermaphrodite-dicks down toward the ground. I shuddered, my cunt clenching and relaxing as I stroked my girl-cock. I fisted my hand up and down my cock, the pleasure rushing through me.

My cunt clenched and relaxed as I enjoyed this delight. My toes curled in my boots. I whimpered as I pumped away. It was a delight to stroke myself like this. A pure pleasure to enjoy this delight. I loved every last second of this moment.

I stroked myself fast and hard. I pumped away at my dick. My heart pounded in my chest. As I came closer and closer to erupting. My eyes flicked around the other two hermaphrodites beating off their cocks.

Captain Spite worked her hand hard and fast over her girl-cock. She groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She quivered in her open robes, her pantaloons down around her ankles. Pussy cream ran down her thighs.

So did mine.

Ziryihm stroked her girl-cock with slower strokes but concentrated on the tip. Her hand engulfed her crown over and over again. The hermaphrodite’s wings quivered behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Henta’s quiet climax!” I moaned

“Mmm, Matar’s big dick,” groaned Captain Sprite.

“Biaute’s perfect breasts,” Ziryihm groaned. She trembled there. She trembled through her bliss. “That’s so good. Yes.”

Her body quivered as she came closer and closer to bursting. So did I. Captain Spite moaned. We were all flogging our hermaphrodite-dicks with hard thrusts. It was so hot stroking ourselves like this. I loved every last second of the pressure building at the tip of my dick.

My pussy clenched, hot cream trickling down my thighs. Heat danced around us. The air shimmered on the horizon like we were surrounded by water we would never reach. My boobs jiggled as I fisted my cock.

The pleasure shot through my body as I erupted.

I spurted my cum onto the sands, my pussy convulsing as the juices gushed out of me.
“Oh, yes!” gasped Captain Spite as her pearly jets of girl-jizz joined mine, soaking into the pale sand at our feet.

“Mmm, that’s good!” Ziryihm gasped as she added her spunk to the desert.

We all spurted, our streams of hermaphrodite-seed splashing on the sands. We soaked the dry desert with our passion. Waves of delight rushed out of my spasming pussy while my cunt spasmed with the delight surging through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, that’s delicious!”

“It is,” groaned Captain Spite. “Matar’s big dick!”

I spurted over and over again. The cum fired out of my cock again and again. It was a hot delight to enjoy. I loved that jizz splashing on the sands. I felt so good. Just fantastic. This was a hot treat. I groaned through all this pleasure.

I erupted one last time.

The other two hermaphrodites added their jizz to the sands. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt amazing. This was a fantastic moment. I stroked my cock one more time, a final drop of my pearly spunk splashing on the sands.

The ground rumbled. I gasped as a swirl of dust whipped around us. It rose around us as we stood I the center of the funnel. Captain Spite yanked up her pantaloons and knotted them as she looked around. I closed my robes and reached for my knife on my belt while Ziryihm…

Looked calm. This was it. The sand closed around us We were plunged into darkness for a moment. Then a light flickered and we were standing before a woman lounging on the sands. The storm still swirled around us. The light glowed above her, illuminating her ebony form as she squirmed on the ground.

She sat up and knelt. She thrust her hand into the sand and drew out a dagger. She presented it to the three of us. The Oracle of the Sand’s ancient eyes flicked over us. I shuddered as my cock twitched. What was the dagger for?

“One question answered if the price is paid,” the Oracle of the Sand said. “Blood shed for truth. A life slain for revelation.”

I gaped in shock.

Ziryihm didn’t hesitate. She snagged the dagger from the Oracle of the Sand and slashed at Captain Spite. The nixie drew her scimitar as she jumped back. The first slash missed. I grabbed the nixie’s arm and stopped her attack.

She stared at me with contempt in her eyes.

The knife sliced across the nixie’s throat.

Blood spurted and splashed across the face of the Oracle. She leaned forward and cupped her hands, gathering the nixie’s life as it gushed out of her. I gripped the wrist tight as Captain Spite tried to speak, but only air bubbled out of her cut throat.

She collapsed on the ground and bled into the sand. The Oracle brought her cupped hands to her lips and drank the life like the desert swallowed moisture. She shuddered as she lowered her lips and stared at us.

“Ask your question.”

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