The Son of Lust Chapter 13: The Rakshasa’s Hot Gaze by mypenname3000

The Son of Lust

Chapter Thirteen: The Rakshasa’s Hot Gaze

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

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 – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I finished dressing after fucking Lasla at the bow of the Treasure Box. The ship was coming into the dock. Thick mooring cables were tossed to the brown-skinned men working the pier. They were shirtless, their skin covered in a gleam of sweat. A man wearing silks stood nearby, a coiled whip in hand as he supervised their work.

“Come on,” he barked. “Faster.”

“A slave master,” said Pyrriah as she came up alongside me. She wore the green robes that I’d bought her in Remna, her tulwar belted at her hips. I had one, too. I rested my hand on my pommel.

“We’re going to be in danger in this city,” I said. “Stay on your guard.”

“I will,” she said, her red hair flashing. “I just wish I knew why I was so good at this.”

“The Oracle will know,” I said. The Serpent Oracle up in the Shizhuth Empire was our ultimate goal. We had to find out a way to free our father from the clutches of Throwia, his cruel daughter. It was strange realizing the Goddess of Suffering was my half-sister.

Lasla came up on my other side in her purple robes. She had no sword. She wasn’t a fighter. She had her hands on her hips, eyeing the slave master. He paced up and down as the ropes were drawn in and the ship tied up. Then the ship was docked.

“This will be interesting,” Lasla said. “Just don’t get your throat ripped out by a rakshasa.”

I wondered if there was a way to tell rakshasas apart from normal women. They could look just like one but also could transform their heads into a feline beast known as a tiger. Orange with black strips with white fur around the throat. They were said to be fierce and vicious no matter which form you met them in.

I wanted to tame them. The shapeshifters were daughters of Las, too. And the Queendom of Naith was the greatest concentration of them in the world. My gaze drifted to the Ziggurat, the step-pyramid rising out of the middle of the city. It was where the royal family lay. Queen Athirmi and her various daughters and granddaughters, the princesses who would vie to become the next one.

They would plot and scheme against each other. Even murder a rival. Sisters, cousins, aunts, and mothers could be a rakshasa princess’s enemies. It sounded terrible. They should be loving each other, not trying to kill one another.

The gangplank was run out and Nephi, my sphinx, went down first. She was a dangerous woman. She could transform and rip apart a dozen men. She would be our main protector. My dragon-mother would be held in reserve.

We didn’t want to reveal her and have every knight in the world, especially the Knight Dragoon hunting us. Dragons were supposed to be extinct. My mother had gone into hiding with her wife centuries ago.

But she was here to help us on our quest, risking exposure.

“Good luck,” Captain Telesi said. The halfling stopped near us, shaking her head. “You’re going to need it. This is a bad idea.”

“Do not question your master’s decisions!” Lasla snapped. “That is not a sex slave’s place. Your mouth is to give advice and to suck his cock or lick his sisters’ pussies.”

Captain Telesi’s bronze cheeks darkened with a blush. “My apologies, Master.” She squirmed. “I’m just worried. Ankush is one of the most dangerous cities in the world. It’s almost as bad as Kozzithni. It might even be worse than the naga’s capital.”

“We’ll be fine,” I said. “We should only be a few days.”

She nodded, still looking frightful.

I smiled at her and descended down the gangplank to where Nephi stalked back and forth, glaring at the slaves working the docks. The men there stared with apprehension at the sphinx’s fierce face. Her dark-red mane of hair fell thick down her back.

I reached the bottom, my sisters and then my dragon-mother following after. The slave master marched up to us, hardly giving Nephi a look. Then he glanced over at me. His eyes focused hard as he said, “What is your business in Ankush?”

“Just a traveler here to see the wonders of Ankush,” I told him, grinning. “Like that Ziggurat.”

“It’ll be your life if you poke around there,” he said, shaking his head. “If you cause any problems, you will be severely punished. I would finish up your… exploration swiftly and depart if you have no real business here.”

I grinned at him. “Of course, of course.”

Then he held out his hand, “That will be a gold dupondius for the entry fee for you and your women.” He grinned at them. “If you wish to sell them, they would fetch you much wealth.”

I scowled. Gold, gold, gold. It was all anyone out in the world cared about. Luckily, the fortune Nephi had guarded before I tamed her was safely stored on the Treasure Box. I pulled out a purse and thrust him the coin. He gave me an oily grin as it vanished into his robe’s pocket.

“Enjoy your stay,” he said with a sneer full of contempt.

I marched ahead down the quay, Nephi falling in at my side. My sisters were behind me with my mother bringing up the rear. I looked around, sweat brimming on my brow. It was hot and it stank here. The sea smelled foul and rotten and the reek of unwashed bodies rose around us. We reached the quay itself. Men hauled sacks towards a ship. One of them leaked a yellow dye that added a spicy aroma to the air.

We left behind the docks and entered the busy city. Men and women moved about. Most of them wore robes, but I spotted the occasional man or woman with a collar about their throat and mostly naked, the men muscled men oiled, the women curvy and adorned in jewelry. Slaves with pierced nipples and even clits with chains attached to them trotted after their owners. Some of the slaves were fair-skinned like my mother, sisters, and me. But most were some hue of brown like the Naithan natives.

The city bustled in ways that neither Goldport nor Renma did. The streets thronged with people. Vendors hawked wares. They sold jewelry from Grahata, olive oil for Raratha, iron from Zeutch, copper pots from Thlin, mandrakes from Valya, and more. Fine cloth, rare leathers, and other exotic materials. Other vendors sold food. They grilled meat and vegetables on wooden skewers. Others sold bread rolls with savory meats or cheeses or sauces inside of them.

It was a riot of activity. Bewildering as we made our way through the throng, pressed tight together to keep from losing one another. I didn’t want any of my women getting lust. Nephi growled at anyone who got close, but it was often so loud, her warnings weren’t noticed.

We needed to find an inn. The afternoon was turning into evening. Once we had a place to stay, we could figure out how to seduce and breed a rakshasa. I ached to fuck one of the dangerous monsters. To risk getting my throat ripped out to enjoy rapture.

The street widened into a square lined with cages. People were browsing humans stuffed in them. Some were crammed full with a desultory lot while others held a few preening, young women naked and oiled to gleam in exciting ways.

“How much for the blue-haired slave!” a voice cried out to my right. “How much for her?”

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Lasla

A Naithan woman with a sly, even hungry smile, stepped up from a slave cage holding three girls with budding breasts who looked to be barely eighteen. They were all pale-skinned, two blonde and one with bright, red hair. They were lying on silks, their bodies on display. The slave-owner had long, wavy-brown hair that fell down to her ass. She wore a pair of gray robes that clung to her curvy form. A gold chain ran from the earring on her left ear to a nose ring.

Behind her, a tall and thin man with a whip lurked while two more slaved girls, clothed in simple tunics of white and with collars around their necks, rushed out to stand behind the woman who had marched up to us.

“I am Pradu, and I would love to buy your blue-haired slave,” the Naithan woman said to me. “She has such stunning characteristics. That is a natural hair color and not a dye?” Pradu gave a critical eye to Mother Azuliana. “I don’t see any hint at her roots so it can’t be a dye.”

“It’s her natural hair shade,” Kurtis said. “But she’s not for sale. I couldn’t possibly part from my favorite mommy-slave, can I?”

“Of course not,” Pradu said in disappointment. “But are you sure. She looks like she can be molded into a wonderful slave.”

“She is very obedient,” I said, feeling irritated.

“Is she?” asked Pradu skeptically. “She stands with such importance like she is better than her master, and her eyes are roaming. Bold. Challenging. She is not a woman ready to accept commands and obey them without thought. She needs to be properly educated.”

“She’s fine,” I objected.

“Fine.” Pradu rolled her eyes. “A slave should have no will of her own.” She glanced at the slavegirl to her right. The slave had her head bowed. “You, suck his cock.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said without hesitation and darted to Kurtis. She fell to her knees before him and, right here on the busy street, began opening up his robes.

Kurtis, of course, didn’t resist her.

She parted his robes and fished his cock out of his britches. She stroked him, running her hand up and down his cock. She had brown digits that contrasted with his pale shaft. Then she darted her head in and sucked on a stranger’s cock without any hesitation.

Kurtis moaned at the girl’s hunger. She sucked with passion on his cock. He smiled, clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. He ran his hand through her hair, his chest rising and falling. That grin on his face was full of delight.

“Does then blue-haired one obey that fast?” asked Pradu.

I stared at the girl in astonishment. There had been no sense that the girl wanted anything other than her mistress’s will. No doubts expressed, no hesitation, no having to be ordered more than once to do something.

Pradu said suck, and the girl did it.

“How did you get her to do that?” I asked, shocked.

“I have my ways,” Pradu said with a hungry smile. Then she glanced at the other girl. “Lick her pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The second girl, her black hair flowing behind her, fell to her knees before me. She pressed her head into the gap of my robe and then slid up between my legs. She reached my twat and nuzzled right into my bush and kissed right on my pussy lips.

I gasped as she licked her tongue through my folds with bold skill. She knew her away around a pussy. Her hands slid up and down my thighs, stroking me. The front of my robe moved as her head did, the folds parting to show a peek of her black hair.

“Oh, my,” I groaned, savoring the delight of her pussy licking at my cunt. “She’s got a skilled tongue on her.”

“This one knows how to blow a dick almost as good as you, Lasla,” groaned Kurtis. “My sister is a natural at it.”

“Mmm, I just love worshiping my brother’s dick.”

“Incest…” A shiver ran through Pradu, her lips pursing tight. “How utterly decadent. Yes, yes, I can see the familiar relationship. Triplets?”

“Yes!” gasped Kurtis as I said, “No!”

Pradu arched an eyebrow.

“Same father, different mothers,” I moaned. “They’re twins, but I was born at the same time.”

“She’s our honorary triplet,” panted Kurtis. “Damn, this girl’s tongue is excellent. And the way she sucks cock is delicious.”

I nodded, savoring the delight of Pradu’s slavegirl licking and lapping at my cunt. She caressed through my folds and brushed my clit. Sparks flared from the momentary contact, swelling the heat in my pussy.

I panted, people moving about the slave pens. I could feel the passion of sex echoing through the market. Others were trying wares. Some girls sucked cock through bars. There was even a brawny guy in a cage with a woman he fucked through his bars, plowing into her while she moaned out her pleasure.

Lust brimmed in this city in a way that I hadn’t felt in Goldport and Renma. But it was dark lust. Dominating, even cruel. Was this brought about by a nation being ruled by daughters of Las?

I shuddered, my pussy melting around the slavegirl’s tongue plunging onto my pussy’s depths. She swirled around inside of my snatch, caressing me. I groaned, my nipples throbbing against my robes. I shot out my hand to grab my brother’s arm.

“Mmm, she’s sucking your cock good, isn’t she?” Pyrriah moaned, cuddled up to our brother’s side.

“Yes she fucking is,” growled Kurtis. “She’s going to get a mouthful of jizz, too. Just gulp it all down, won’t you, slut?”

The girl moaned around his cock.

I squeezed my brother’s arm, holding tight as the slavegirl sent such pleasure flutter in through my body. I groaned and shuddered, savoring the pleasure. It was such a delight. It built and built in me. I would have such a mighty climax.

My breasts jiggled as her wicked tongue danced around in me. It was incredible to enjoy. I smiled, savoring every moment of that wicked tongue stirring up in me. I groaned, my cunt clenching. The heat swelled in me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my Gods, that’s good. That’s amazing, Yes, yes, yes! Las’s big dick, you know how to eat pussy.”

Pradu licked her lips, looking pleased.

I shuddered as the girl’s tongue flicked my clit. She licked at it. Her tongue danced around it. This mighty delight washed through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, the pleasure rising and rising in me, building and building me towards that moment when I would have a mighty orgasm. Just a big climax of rapturous delight.

I shuddered, biting my lower lip as she nursed. Her lips sealed on it. Her hand stroked up and fingers found my pussy lips. She caressed up and down the. She teased them. Her touch was so naughty. Just a delight to experience.

I whimpered and groaned. “Oh, Gods, that’s good. Ooh, you naughty slut. Yes, yes, just like that. You’re going to make me… me…”

I came.

My pussy juices gushed out into the slavegirl’s mouth. My body bucked, breasts jiggling beneath my robe. I grabbed the back of her head peeking through the slit, holding tight to her as the pleasure rushed through my body.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned.

Wave after wave of bliss swept through my body and washed into my mind. I drowned in the orgasmic delight of this moment. I shuddered, my entire body trembling. This was an incredible ecstasy to enjoy. The girl’s tongue licked and lapped at my pussy, gathering up the cream that spilled out of me.

“Las’s big dick!” growled Kurtis.

He spurted blast after blast of cum into his slavegirl’s mouth. He growled with each one while she gulped it down. I hit the peak of my own pleasure, hovering there while I listened to the sounds of passion that he made.

His face contorted in bliss. Then he groaned as the slavegirl nursed out the last of his cum. She drew out every drop he had in his balls. I shuddered, buzzing from my own orgasm. The slavegirl pulled her head out from beneath my robe, her lips stained in pleasure.

She rose and hurried back to her owner, standing behind her, head downcast and demure.

I was so impressed by how they were trained. It intrigued me. I was learning to dominate the women who submitted to my brother, but none of them had obeyed with that much alacrity. I smiled, wanting to learn Pradu’s techniques.

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Kurtis

“That was great,” I told Pradu, “but none of my women are for sell.”

“Pity,” Pradu said, annoyance flickering across her face. “Well, maybe you will reconsider in a day or so. Where are you staying? So I can call upon you and try to change your mind.” She smiled, wicked and seductive. “I can be very… enthusiastic with my clients.”

“We haven’t found a place,” I said. “yet.”

“Mmm, you should try the House of the Golden Tail. It is a wonderful place.”

“Maybe,” I said, nodding to her. I glanced at the girls in the cage who were on display. “Why aren’t they held in there.”

“Oh, they’re virgins,” she said. She motioned to the girl who’d blown me and whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Mistress.” She darted off.

“Now, if you are interested in buying one, well, they are not cheap” Pradu purred. “But you will not find a finer flower to pluck than one of mine.”

“I don’t they could compare to my sisters,” I said, grinning. “It’s always a treat to deflower them.”

“I will have to take your word for that,” she said, smiling. “If you would like to buy one, though…”

“Maybe you should come to the House of the Golden Tail, and I might.”

Greed flashed in her eyes. “Maybe, I will.”

“Now, where is this house?”

Her other slavegirl led us. With Lasla’s pussy cream still on her lips, she guided us the few blocks through the teaming street to a large building that dominated a block. It had a sign over the door with a golden tail curling away. It was clearly feline and playful. The slavegirl bowed to us, then turned and scurried off.

I led the way inside, eager to get our bed sorted out. This city would be quite the adventure. I was eager to get to it, but first I had to make sure that our basic needs were met. This was a dangerous place. I had to protect myself and my women.

The doors led to a common room. There were several long tables with benches running the length, and smaller ones along the edges. People had gathered around the tables, talking, drinking wine or beer. They glanced at us, noting us. Music played from several performers in the corner, a light tone that blended in with the background.

“Welcome, welcome,” a man said, rushing up to us, his hands rubbing together before him. A gleam of sweat across his brow. He swallowed, his eyes darting too and fro. “How can I—”

The atmosphere in the bar changed and the music suddenly became bold and exciting. A drum beat, accompanied by the flute, filled the room with passion. A woman stepped up on the central table. She had skin darker than I had ever seen like ebony. She wore pink pantaloons that clung to her waist and nothing else. Her breasts were bare, both her nipples pierced with gold rings from which dangled chains that swung with her breasts sway. Another chain dangled from her bellybutton. She cocked her hips and thrust her arms above her head.

Her dance was almost like she was making love to the air. Her breasts shook and bounced, the chains golden blurs that chased her boobs. They bounced and heaved as she moved through the steps, her of her dance.

“Oh, my,” groaned Pyrriah.

“A Halanian belly dancer,” my dragon-mother purred. “Sianili and I enjoyed one together after a performance. Mmm, that dark skin is so intoxicating.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, almost bewitched by the sight. I shook my head and then glanced at the proprietor. “I need a room. Largest you have. For me and my women.”

“Er, all in the same room,” he asked.

“If possible.” I grinned. “I like to keep my family close. In this city.”

The man winced and looked around as if he expected something to pounce on him. “Indeed, indeed. I have a room. Follow me.”

The room was on the third floor and larger than any cabin on the Treasure box. We could all fit in here, if barely. I nodded my approval, paid for several nights—it was not cheap—and then we headed downstairs to watch the performance.

The Halanian belly dancer was a stirring sight. My cock hardened in an instant as I watched her shake her hips. Her breasts swayed back and forth, tits smacking into tits. The gold chains swung wildly from them.

It was intoxicating to watch.

“Mother Azuliana, suck Kurtis’s dick,” my sister ordered. Lasla enjoyed taking charge of my slaves.”

“Yes, Mistress Lasla,” my dragon-mother said.

She slipped beneath the table and opened my robe. I watched the Halanian sway in circles. Her pantaloons barely staying up. It was impressive as she rocked her hips back and forth, her asscheeks jiggling beneath her clothes.

My mother grabbed my hard cock and sucked me into her mouth. I groaned at the suction. The pleasure swelled in my nuts immediately. It felt incredible. I savored it as she bobbed her head. She nursed with such passion. She suckled with hunger. It was incredible. I groaned, my blood on fire from her wild passion.

She nursed on me with passion, making such sloppy sounds as she blew me. My dick throbbed in her mouth. I shuddered at her suction. I savored that wonderful mouth nursing on me. She sucked with all the hunger she could. My dick throbbed. Ached. I groaned, the pleasure building and building in me. It was incredible to enjoy.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Las’s mighty cock, yes!”

“I know,” Pyrriah moaned. “Look at her dance.”

“She has such grace,” Nephi said. “Such poise.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, watching the dancer.

I had my eyes fixed on the Halian beauty while my mother sucked. Slurped. She blew me with hunger. She sucked on my dick with all the force she could muster. It was incredible for me to feel. To experience that wonderful mouth nursing on me. My mother was incredible.

My dick throbbed in her mouth as the Halian beauty turned, her hips wiggling faster. And then her pantaloons slid off, her ass facing us. She had a bubbly butt, her cheeks slapping together as she popped her hips back and forth.

Then she turned around. A shaved pussy faced me with a clit piercing ad adorned with another golden chain. Those links of metals danced around. I loved watching them as my mother blew me with hunger.

“Damn, Mother!” I groaned. “Gods, damn, yes.”

She sucked with such passion for me. She nursed with all her might on my cock. My dick throbbed in her. I groaned. My sisters were fingering each other, both of them whimpering as they watched. The Halanian spun across the table, her tits whirling and heaving.

The sight of her beauty and my mother’s naughty sucking brought me closer and closer to cumming. My balls tightened. My dragon-mother’s hand cupped my nuts. She lightly squeezed them. Kneaded them. I felt the pressure growing in them.

My cum wanted to escape.

I wanted to flood her mouth while the Halanian beauty kept up her dance.

She swirled around the table, her body flowing. She moved with such liquid grace. I shuddered, my mother’s tongue dancing around the crown of my cock. She stimulated me while massaging my nuts.

“Gods, yes!” I growled. “Get ready, slut. I want you gulping down all my cum.”

She sucked harder on my dick, moaning.

Her tongue caressed around the tip of my cock, shooting pleasure down to my nuts held in her massaging hand. She swelled the pressure at the crown of my dick. I groaned, my chair groaning. As my orgasm built, the Halanian beauty neared the end of her performance, her dance slowing. The music’s wild beat getting slow. She rolled her hips in a slow undulation, her breasts jiggling and the chains dancing.

I erupted into my mother’s mouth.

“Las’s mighty cock,” I growled as I pumped my mother’s mouth full of my jizz.

She gulped it down with hunger, her hand massaging my balls to work out every drop of spunk that they held. I groaned, the pleasure shooting through my body. It was incredible to experience the bliss slamming into my mind.

Stars exploded across my vision as I quivered there. I groaned, savoring every moment of firing my cum into her mouth. She gulped it down. She swallowed my cum with her hungry mouth. She devoured it.

“Gods damn, you’re the best mother!” I growled.

I loved the way she nursed on me. I savored how she gulped down my jizz. My body hit that peak. I shuddered there, my chair creaking. This wonderful pleasure brimmed through me. My fingers flexed while my heart pounded.

My sisters both squealed. They kissed each other, tongues dancing. They were both cumming. Both spasming on the other’s fingers. I smiled at them, my dick aching in my mother’s mouth. She slid off my cock as another song started up.

The Halanian belly dancer launched into a new routine.

My mother slid her mouth off my cock and then emerged from beneath the table, her lips stained in cum. She turned and planted a kiss on Nephi’s lips. The sphinx shuddered, her eyes closing. She whimpered and danced her tongue with my mother’s.

My two sex slaves shared my jizz.

Footsteps padded up behind me. I turned to see a slavegirl rushing up. She was different from Pradu’s, her collar made of gold and not leather. She wore a diaphanous robe that showed off her busty form. Blonde hair marched her Zeutchian, her eyes blue and empty.

“Are you Kurtis, my lord?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

“Yes,” I said.

Relief exhaled out of her. She pulled out a note from her pocket and set it down before me. It had cursive letters scrawled across the front that had all blended together. I couldn’t read them at all. I had learned letters growing up, which seemed pointless living on our island, but these were a confusing mess.

I thought one might be an R.

“It’s to you,” said my dragon-mother. She flipped over and found gold sealing it shut. She broke it and then unfolded it. There were more words, written in a smaller *********** on the front. “’Kurtis,’ it reads, ‘Greetings. I have heard of your arrival in our grand city. I extend an invitation to seem me this evening at the Perfumed House of Delights. Send your reply with the slave who brought the message. Do not keep me waiting long.’ And it’s signed, ‘Princess Naryu.’”

“A princess, huh?” I asked. “How did she hear about me?”

The slavegirl just stood there waiting for me to answer her. I wanted to press her, but maybe she didn’t know.

“I’ll be there soon,” I told her.

“You’re going?” Lasla asked.

“We are going,” I said. “After our supper which should be soon.”

“I’ll tell her highness the news,” the girl said and then turned and fled.

The proprietor came up, looking more nervous than ever as he set down the platters of food before us. There were shanks of roast beef drizzled in gravy and bits of vegetables. A spicy aroma rose from the gravy.

“Curry,” my mother said. “Mmm, I haven’t had this in a while.”

It was… spicy.

My mouth felt like it would burn away. Lasla kept gulping down her water to wash it out of her. Pyrriah just devoured it like it didn’t phase her. Even Nephi fanned her face as she shuddered through the prickling heat.

Despite the way it burned my tongue, it was delicious. I devoured it, ravenous. I wanted to be ready for my meeting with this princess. Why would she contact me? I had only just gotten here. No time for me to establish any sort of presence in the city.

Curious.

And a princess in Ankush meant rakshasa. This might be my chance to enjoy one. I definitely couldn’t pass this up. My cock was a solid slab of lead as I stood up and collected my sisters. Lasla still fanned her face while the others stretched.

“Why won’t it stop burning,” groaned Lasla.

“Maybe my pussy will soothe it,” suggested Pyrriah.

“Mmm, or maybe you need some cum,” I told her.

“No, no, we have to meet this rakshasa and find out what she wants,” Lasla objected.

“She wants my dick,” I told her, grinning. “Isn’t that obvious? She’s obviously gagging for my big cock. And it’s going to slide right into her cunt. Just make her gasp and moan and explode in rapture. I’ll tame that rakshasa pussy with my large rod!”

She shook her head. “You are incorrigible, big bro.”

I winked at her.

The sweating proprietor of our inn gave us direction to the Perfumed House. My women and I swept out into the darkening city of Ankush. People began carrying oil or candle lanterns to light the night as the gloom deepened. More light spilled out of open doors and windows. An undercurrent of danger swept around us.

Nephi growled at a man who gasped and ran the other way. A thief? You had to watch out for those in a city.

Soon, we reached the house. It was another large building that had a brass sign showing a curvy woman’s naked silhouette. The feel of sex brimmed from the building. Passion oozed out of there. Lasla shuddered beside me and Pyrriah shivered.

“What?” my dragon-mother asked.

“There’s so much sex in there,” Lasla moaned.

“There are a dozen couples and threesomes,” said Pyrriah. “Lust bleeds out of this place.”

“A brothel,” said my dragon-mother. “I thought so when I heard the name.”

“Brothel?” I asked. I hadn’t heard that word before.

“It’s a place where you can pay for sex. Usually, it’s women selling their bodies to men, but sometimes women buy and sometimes it’s men selling. They are found in every city and town in the world. Some are temples to Slata or Saphique where the priestesses sell their body as worship to the respective goddesses, but there are no temples in Ankush. The rakshasa, or so I hear, do not like the competition.”

“Why would a princess want to meet us here?” I asked.

“Discretion,” suggested my dragon-mother. “Master, these places do not tell their secrets. If they did, they would stop having customers. Or, perhaps, she is an owner. It’s a lucrative business. Either way, be careful. A princess in Ankush is embroiled in the most cutthroat politics in the entire world. We could easily be embroiled.”

I shrugged. “There’s a rakshasa princess in there dying for my dick even if she doesn’t know it.”

I marched to the front door where two bare-chested men stood. They were Halanian, their skin even darker than the belly dancer. They wore collar cinched about their throats and had curved blades thrust threw the sashes they wore around their waists.

“Name,” one grunted.

“Kurtis,” I said. “Princess Naryu invited me.”

The guard flicked his gaze up and down my body. Pity flickered in his gaze for a moment before he stepped aside, letting me lead my women through the gauzy curtain that draped the passage. I pushed it aside, the feel of sex increasing.

A parlor appeared with tables and chairs in dim alcoves. Smoke curled along the ceiling coming from individuals smoking at water pipes. Women swayed through the room half-clothed, at least one their bare nipples pierced if not both. Some were pulled into the laps of older men wearing silks and jewelry. The girls giggled as they were fondled. Two led a gray-bearded man up the stairs. They were young and nubile, surely the age of his granddaughters. One had bluish skin the other Naithan brown.

“Welcome, welcome,” a busty, older woman said. She had a curviness to her that was ripe and appealing. She wore robes that left her ample bosom on display, a dozen necklaces of gold and silver and set with different gems draped over her breasts. “Welcome to the Perfumed House, young master. Are you looking to sell us some new girls.”

“I’m here to see Princess Naryu,” I said.

“Ah, Kurtis,” she said, a broad smile that didn’t touch her lips. “She’s awaiting you in her rooms.”

“A princess has rooms at a brothel?” I asked.

“Where she prefers to be pleasured by my girls and whatever amusements she brings.” The woman glanced over to a girl with two gold rings piercing her nipple and connected by a golden chain. Her brown tits jiggled, the gold contrasting with her rich skin. “Sheiliana, show this man to the princess’s room.”

“Yes, Madam,” the girl said, wearing pink pantaloons, her brown flesh bleeding through the cloth wherever the fabric rested on her skin. “This way, sir.”

Her ass swayed as she led us to the stairs. My women followed. Men called out to them, promising them gold if they abandoned me. My sisters snorted awhile my sex slaves just marched behind me. I felt them both tense, ready for the threat.

Sheiliana led us up two flights of stairs to a hallway draped in red velvet. Doors appeared in any gaps in the fabric. At the far end, a muscular and blond Zeutchian stood in a loincloth, a short sword strapped to his waist. He eyed us as the pleasure slave stepped to the side and motioned us towards the man clearly guarding the princess.

He flicked his gaze up and down us. “Swords stay with me. No one goes armed into the princess’s presence.”

I cocked my head then shrugged. “Sure.”

I undid my belt. Nephi and my mother were weapons. I tossed my tulwar at him. Pyrriah took a moment longer, clearly not pleased to be disarmed. She had a real attachment to weapons. Skill with them that was impressive. Her innate skill she had gotten from our father.

Somehow.

The Zeutchian took them in his meaty grip then I opened the door. “Your Highness, Kurtis and his women have arrived.”

“Send them in,” she purred, her voice rich and throaty but also not quite human.

The guard stepped aside, his eyes hard and threatening.

I marched first into the room. A few candles lit it, revealing a naked woman lounging on the bed, her skin the rich brown of Naith. She had her legs pressed together, thighs long and sultry. They slid up to a thin waist and a slender body. Small breasts, little mounds, quivered as she breathed. Each of her dark-brown nipples was pierced by golden rings and adorned with rubies.

Her head wasn’t human.

It was the tiger’s head I had been told about. All fur, white at the throat and the bottom of her jaw but then orange for the rest of her head. The black stripes came from the top, narrow and ending almost at points. She had green, feline eyes, pupils strangely silted, and triangular ears that thrust up.

Despite having the inhuman head, Princess Naryu was gorgeous. Breathtaking. She had my cock throbbing up to my full erection. She licked her chops, delicate whiskers thrusting from the sides of her muzzle quivering. Then she shifted to the side and gracefully slipped off the bed.

“Well, well, well,” she said, “Pradu claims you are a man I need to fuck.”

“She claims that, huh?” I asked. “She merely saw her slave blow me.”

“She has a good eye for flesh,” said Princess Naryu. “But you are not nearly as physically imposing as I thought. You’re tall enough, but where are all those bulging muscles.”

I opened my robe boldly and let it fall off my naked body. Her eyes traveled over my form. Then she stared down at my cock. A purr rumbled from her throat. She licked her chops again and a shiver ran through her body, her small breasts quivering.

“Oh, my,” she said. “You are fit, but that cock… That cock is a thing of beauty.” She shot her gaze up. “Fuck me with it. Let me feel that cock in me. Let me judge if Pradu has read your potential correctly.”

“No foreplay, Your Highness?”

“Later, later,” she moaned. “I can teach you to be a better pussy eater if you are deficient, but that cock… I have to feel how magnificent that cock is… Now!”

I stepped up to her, so aware those sharp teeth could rip my throat out, and grabbed her by the waist. She yowled as I lifted her up in the air and then threw her down on the bed. She landed on her back on the purple, silk sheets. Her small breasts quivered, her legs parted.

A hairless pussy faced me, pink folds surrounded by brown vulva. Her tangy scent filled my nose as I pounced on her. I planted my hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed, and thrust my cock against her pussy lips. Her wet folds massaged my dick.

“Bold,” she growled, her eyes flashing with danger. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“A woman dying for my dick!” I growled and thrust.

I buried to the hilt in her pussy. She yowled and arched her back, her cunt squeezing tight around my dick. Her juicy flesh gripped me as I drew back. My women watched me, their eyes hot on my naked back and ass, as I fucked back into the rakshasa’s royal quim.

Her whiskers quivered as I fucked her. I pounded my cock into her cunt. I slammed deep and hard into her, loving the way her twat squeezed about me. She felt amazing. Her pussy gripped me. Teased me. The pleasure rippled through me as I thrust forward hard and fast. I pounded her cunt with force.

“Blood and claws,” she snarled, her pussy clenching around me. “That dick.”

“A dick worthy of the queen of Naith!” I growled, my balls smacking into her taint.

“Arrogant.”

“It’s not arrogant when it’s true.”

I thrust into her and she gasped. Her thighs gripped me. Her pussy clenched around me. I slammed into her, reveling in the grip of her cunt. In the hot delight of her pussy gripping my dick. I groaned, pumping away at her. I fucked her with strength. Power. I buried into her again and again.

My balls smacked into her. I loved the feel of her flesh. She squeezed about me. She held me tight. It was incredible to enjoy. I buried into her over and over again. I slammed to the hilt in her, reveling in the feel of her cunt squeezing around my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s fucking good. Your pussy… Fuck, your pussy is amazing!”

“Mmm, I’m glad you approve!” she moaned, working her hips. “I’ll be the queen of Naith someday. Be honored.”

Honored, huh? I slammed into her and knew I had to fuck her even harder in a different way. I had to show her what my cock could do. I smiled down at her as I drew back my cock, my mind bursting with ideas.

I settled on one.

I ripped my cock out of the princess’s cunt. I grabbed the rakshasa by the hips and flipped her over. She growled, her feline ears twitching as she knelt on her hands and knees. I aimed my cock at her shaved pussy and rammed to the hilt in her.

“Yes!” she moaned, squeezing her cunt around my dick. “Blood and claws, that cock!”

I pounded her, holding the slender and willowy rakshasa by the hilt. I drove my cock to the depths of her over and over again, her pussy squeezing around me. I slid my hands up her body, stroking her brown flesh.

She purred louder and louder as I drove my dick to the hilt in her cunt. My fingers found her nipples and those rings. I twisted them. She gasped, her cunt squeezing down harder. Her ears twitched as I hammered her cunt.

“You beast!” she growled. “You dare play with my nipple rings.”

“Oh, I dare!” I growled and tugged hard on them.

She roared and slammed her ass back at me. My crotch smacked into her hips. Her butt-cheeks rippled from the impact. Her pussy squeezed around my cock, swelling the ache at the tip of my cock, the mighty burst of rapture that would fire out of and drown her in all my spunk. She would be gasping, moaning, shuddering through the pleasure.

My balls smacked into her clit. The tangy aromas of her pussy filled the air around us as my sisters and sex slaves watched. I felt their eyes on me as I plowed into Princess Naryu’s cunt. I buried deep and hard into her. I fucked her with force.

She groaned, her cunt squeezing around my dick. The pleasure surged through me. It was incredible to feel. I threw back my head and plowed into her. I fucked her with passion. My strokes buried into her hard and fast.

“Gods!” I growled. “Las’s big dick, that’s a tight cunt, Princess.”

“Mmm, a big dick!” she snarled, slamming back into my thrusts. Her pussy squeezed down around me. “Such a mighty cock. Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her hot flesh rippled about me. I groaned as the rakshasa’s royal cunt spasmed around my dick. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, thrusting forward. I buried to the hilt in her spasming cunt.

I twisted her nipple rings as her cunt rippled and writhed around my dick. Her hot flesh sucked at me. The pressure was incredible. I grinned, savoring every bit of it. My balls tightened beneath her sucking pressure.

“Gods, yes!” I growled and erupted.

I spurted my virile seed into the rakshasa’s pussy and bred the monstrous woman. She purred loudly as her pussy milked my cock. Her body shuddered, orange-furred ears twitching. She snarled as I pumped more and more of my seed into her.

“Yes!” she growled. “That dick. That cum. Kurtis!”

“Princess!” I groaned, the pleasure slamming into my mind. My thoughts blazed with the ecstasy of spilling my seed in her cunt.

Her pussy spasmed as I pumped more and more of my cum into her bred pussy. I loved it. I shuddered and arched my back. My balls emptied the last drops of cum into her. The pleasure wreathed through my mind.

“Mmm, I felt that, brother,” moaned Lasla. “Ooh, all that seed brimming in her…”

“Oh, yes,” purred Pyrriah. “I’m a dripping wet right now.”

The princess lowered her head and then her fur blurred. The shape of her head changed. The orange and black stripes vanished. Her ears shrank. Then black hair spilled out and fell short around an increasingly human face.

Princess Naryu slid off my cock and then rolled over onto her back. Her small breasts rose and fell, the rubies flashing at the end of her nipple piercings. She smiled, her face wholly human now, her eyes dark and not feline at all. She licked her lips.

“Mmm, you are better than Pradu thought,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Kurtis, you did not disappoint. I haven’t had a man like that in a long, long time.”

She quivered, my cum leaking out of her bred pussy.

I grinned at her. “I aim to please every beautiful woman I can.”

My sisters, mother, and Nephi all moaned their throaty agreement.

“Yes, yes. You are even worthy of being the father of my first daughter,” she said.

I already was the father. But why spoil that surprise for her.

“Now, how much to buy you?” she asked, her eye sitting up.

I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“How much to buy you and make you mine,” she growled, her eyes flashing dangerously. She licked her chops. “Name your price, Kurtis. I want to own you and that amazing cock. You will be the prize of my stable of studs.”

To be continued…

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