The Son of Lust Chapter 15: Rewarding the Naughty Princes by mypenname3000

The Son of Lust

Chapter Fifteen: Rewarding the Naughty Princess

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

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

Wood burst, drawing me out of sleep. I groaned, groggy. Men shouted. Fear jolted through me. I sat upright to see men spilling into our room in the light cast by Pyrriah’s burning hair. My twin sister held her tulwar in hand as she rushed to the door.

But Nephi beat her to it. My sphinx had already tuned into her lion form. Her tawny-furred body flew at the first hulking man who burst through the door. With a snarl, she slammed her claws into his chest and drove him back.

“What?” the attacker cried. He crashed to the floor, Nephi on him. Her human head darted down and she bit into his throat.

I heard the savage tear of flesh and the man’s gurgling sigh of pain. His legs spasmed on the floor as she feasted on him. His blood pumped out and spilled in a spreading puddle. I stared in shock at it as he died before my eyes.

Pyrriah flowed past me. The next man to enter the room, a brawny man with scars over his chest muscles, swung his curved blade at my sister. She blocked the stroke with a flick of her wrist. He growled and swung a second, harder stroke.

His blows drove my sister back. Her tulwar flashed as she parried each of the strokes, but he swung with power. Her glowing, red hair danced around her, almost alive with fire. Flames flickered among her tresses.

“Kurtis!” Lasla shrieked in fright.

Another man swept into the room.

I had to deal with him. I had to be a man and defend my women. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my own tulwar from where it rested by the bed. I whipped it out of the scabbard and held my weapon in a trembling grip.

Fear pumped through me, but I battered it down. I had to protect my twin sister.

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Pyrriah

The fire swelled in me as the attacker drove me back. I could feel it wanting to burst out of me. I didn’t fight it.

Flames surged up my blade. They burned across my sword. The flames danced and flickered. The man gasped at the sight of them. Then he flinched back from them. He gaped as the fire crackled along my metal sword.

“What are you?” he demanded.

I wished I understood that.

I swung my flaming weapon. The fire crackled as he retreated back. He swung an attack back at me, but it was a clumsy blow. I flicked to the side with a whipping slash of my tulwar. Then I lunged forward and plunged my weapon through his chest.

He gaped as he stared at the weapon buried into his torso. He groaned, the flames sizzling his wound. He threw back his head and screamed. Blood bubbled at his lips. I kicked him off my blade. He fell to the floor, bleeding and dying.

I shuddered. I had just killed a man. I swallowed, my heart hammering. The world spun around me for a second. I had never wanted to do this. He didn’t leave me any choice. He came charging in on me. He attacked me.

I had to defend myself.

The clash of metal drew my attention to Kurtis fighting a third man. My brother was desperately parrying. He had picked up the basics of sword-fighting fast, but he was a novice compared to the man he fought. They hulk battered aside my brother’s attack and then lunged in one of his own.

Kurtis just blocked it in time, keeping the blade from finding his heart. Lasla screamed in terror. Mother was pulling at her collar and hissing in fury, wanting to transform. I gripped my flaming sword and rushed to help.

Nephi beat me to it.

The sphinx roared and reared up. She slammed her clawed forepaws on the shoulders and back of the attacker. She ripped down him. Muscles tore. She slashed him open to the bone, ribs bleeding through. He screamed in pain.

Kurtis thrust his sword forward and buried his blade into the man’s chest. The point of my twin’s weapon burst out the back, dripping in gore. He pulled his arm back. The attacker staggered and then collapsed.

I panted, listening, waiting for any more to come. None did. We had survived our midnight assassination. Our enemy was not so fortunate.

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Kurtis

I relieved last night over and over again as I ate a breakfast of dates and flatbread soaked in honey. I could hardly remember the battle as anything more than a jittering mosaic of memories. Snips from the fight. Blocking. Parrying. Ramming him through. They were all jumbled together. My sense of it was disjointed.

They had come to kill me. But who? All three were dead and how no identifying clues on them. But I knew who sent them.

The innkeeper hovered nearby. He looked so nervous, washing his hands. I had to pay extra to get new rooms and to keep from being evicted. He did not appreciate rakshasas politics dragged into his inn.

I wasn’t a fan of them, either. Killing was such a waste.

My family was equally subdued. The reality of Ankush was sinking into us. Maybe I should just go back to the Treasure Box and sail away. I had bred Princess Naryu so my goal of fucking and impregnating anther all-female race birthed from my father’s semen accomplished. Did I really have to fuck their queen, too?

I was putting my women at risk. Yes, Pyrriah and Nephi were dangerous, and my mother could be devastating if I unleashed her. That would put us all at risk of being hunted down by one of the four knightly orders, especially the Knights Dragoon.

Indecision wracked at me.

A groom darted to the innkeeper. The man groaned and then put on an oily smile. I straightened and was not surprised by Princess Lavhi walking in. The voluptuous rakshasa sauntered in with a retinue of brawny men covered in scars. All the royalty of Naith had warrior sex slaves that they kept around them. Bodyguards who were rewarded with the privilege of pleasing their mistresses.

Even breeding them.

She wore robes of diaphanous blue today, her lush figure peeking out. Gold trimmed the hem of her clothes. She gave an impatient and dismissive flick to the innkeeper and strode towards my table. My women glanced at me.

Then Nephi rose and offered the princess her seat. It was directly across from me. In the process, Nephi but herself to the side where the sphinx could change into her lion form and attack the bodyguards.

“I am heartened you survived,” Princess Lavhi said. She sank down at the seat with grace. She plucked up a date and popped it into her mouth.

“Are you heartened?” I asked.

Mirth danced in the princess’s eyes. She swallowed. “Mmm, of course. You are an annoyance to Naryu.” She laughed, a feline sound of hissing delight. And oh, was she furious that her men died. That you survived. You weren’t. She’ll send a larger force next time. More slave-soldiers to come and kill you.”

“I can’t have that,” I said. “I suppose I’ll have to do something about this naughty rakshasa princess.”

“Mmm, you should,” Princess Lavhi said. She leaned in, a big smile on her lips. “You are quite the talk of the Ziggurat already. The word permeated late last night about Princess Naryu’s failed raid. They are speaking the name Kurtis on their lips and wonder how you tamed a sphinx. Mmm, that is so fascinating.”

“A sphinx?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “That would be a delight. Afraid I don’t have one of those.”

“Mmm, don’t play coy. She’s standing right behind me, yes?” Princess Lavhi smiled. “Pyrriah and Lasla are clearly your sisters and I can see her features stamped in your face, so the claim she is your mother is convincing. But the slave behind me… Well, she must be the sphinx.”

“And why do you think that?”

“The wounds on two of the dead,” she said. “They were clawed like a big cat attacked them. Everyone knows sphinxes make loyal guards when tamed. So I made the guess, as our others. You are an interesting man Kurtis.”

I shrugged. “Well, you were right about the attack,” I said. “It’s time for that reward.”

“Oh, I didn’t come here for that,” she said, waving a hand. “I just wanted the satisfaction of thwarting Naryu and her schemes.”

“No, no,” I said. “You did me a favor. My women were alerted for the attack. That deserves a reward. Mother, Nephi, strip the princess and make her cum.”

My mother rose while Nephi moved to the princess. The three men all shot hands to the swords on their belts but Lavhi waved them off. She stood up in her blue robes as my mother and sphinx stepped up on either side of her.

“Here?” Lavhi asked as she didn’t resist having her robe opened and peeled off of her. Those large breasts of hers, her nipples a darker shade of brown than the rest of her, poked out hard. “Where any can see us.”

“Yes,” I said, grinning at her.

To my delight, she had a gold ring pierced through her clit. It looked so delicious. I licked my lips, my heart pounding. My dick throbbed. My mother and sphinx turned the rakshasa princess around and pushed her back on the table. Lasla and Pyrriah both hastily cleared away plates.

“Mmm, what are you up to, brother?” Pyrriah asked.

I winked at her.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is a naughty game,” Lasla cooed, her blue eyes fixing on mine.

I winked at her then grinned as my mother and sphinx went for the princess’s breasts. They grabbed those brown mounds and ducked their heads down. They both latched onto a nipple and suckled.

The rakshasa moaned.

My dick throbbing, and in need of lube, I stood up and held out my hand to Lasla. She smiled as she took it. She wore her new purple robes with silver thread enhancing them. I smiled and unbelted her. I opened her robe and groaned at the sight of her round breasts and fat nipples. I squeezed her tits, kneading them.

“Mmm, brother,” she moaned.

“My, my, look at you,” purred Princess Lavhi, her head arched back to watch us. “Playing with your sister’s tits in public.”

“Oh, I am going to do more than just play with them,” I told her with a wink.

A naughty shudder ran through Lasla’s body, making her boobs jiggling in my hand. I gripped them as her hands untied my robe’s belt. She reached inside and grabbed my cock. She smiled as she stroked me.

“Which hole, brother?” she asked. “I have three that are always dying to be filled by your cock.”

“Pussy,” I said and then kissed Lasla on the mouth.

I thrust my tongue into my sister’s mouth, savoring the taste of her. She had the taste of twat lingering on her lips. She had to eat a lot of cunt last night to calm down, the poor thing. She was the only one who wasn’t a fighter.

The attack had been a nasty shock to her. The rakshasa princess would have to pay for that.

But we had rallied together to make her feel loved. To ensure that she had all the pleasure she could enjoy. She was such a delight. I kissed her with such hunger. I thrust my tongue into her mouth with passion. She felt so wonderful as I kissed her. Just a treat for me to enjoy. I fluttered my tongue around in her mouth.

I loved it.

She kissed me back with passion. It was outstanding to enjoy. I loved every moment of her tongue dancing in my mouth. She kissed me back with such hunger. Her lips were such a wonderful delight to enjoy.

As I kissed my sister, Lavhi groaned and growled. She shuddered on the bed, her tits getting a through suckling from the naughty girls. They loved her nipples. They nibbled and suckled and made her squirm. It was such a wondrous delight to hear.

I spun my sister around, breaking our kiss. She gasped as I bent her over the table. I glanced at Pyrriah. She stood up, her hand on her tulwar. She winked at me. She was keeping watch. I had to reward her later for her sacrifice.

“Mmm, let’s lick the princess’s pussy,” mother said to my sphinx.

Nephi popped her mouth off the princess’s nipple. “That sounds perfect.”

“Oh, yes, lick my pussy,” groaned Lavhi. “Mmm, that blue hair… Wherever did you come from?”

“At the tip of Althis is a small community of blue-haired humans,” my mother said. Althis was an island at the western end of the world. The Kingdom of Althos was there along with the Tribes of Ilt and the deadly Black Spire.

“Ah,” Princess Lavhi purred. “And you had two black-haired children and a redhead?”

“Only two of them are mine. The other is my sister-wife’s, though their father is the same.” Then my mother pressed her head between the rakshasa’s thighs. Nephi did the same, her mane of dark-red hair spilling into my mother’s. They both nuzzled into the princess’s shaved twat.

“Gods, yes,” growled the princess, her voice throaty and big tits jiggling.

I grinned and pressed my cock against my sister’s peachy rump. Lasla wiggled her hips, sliding her butt-cheeks around beneath my cock. I fell into the grove of her ass. I smiled as I shifted my hips, drawing my shaft down and down her crack until I was nuzzling at her pussy.

She groaned as I did that. A throaty purr rose in her voice as I pressed against her snatch. I grinned and pressed forward, drilling into her pussy. My sister’s incestuous twat opened wide for my cock. She gasped as she swallowed inch after inch of my dick.

“Brother!” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “Oh, brother, that is a delight.”

“Mmm, it is,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes, fuck your sister!” groaned the princess as she had her cunt devoured. Her three guards watched on, the front of their tunics tented with lust for their mistress.

I gripped my sister’s hips and pulled my cock back. I savored the grip of her hot cunt on my dick. It was such a delight. Her cunt clenched to me. Then I drove back into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her twat, her pussy massaging me.

I growled my delight. Her hips swiveled, stirring her cunt around my cock. Lasla knew how to please me. I pumped away at her cunt. I drove my dick to the hilt in her again and again. She moaned, her passion echoing through the common room, mixing with the princess’s groans.

“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Las’s cock, Lasla.”

“Mmm, your cock, brother!” she moaned, squeezing her twat around my thrusting dick. “That’s perfect. Just ram that big shaft into me.”

“And when are you going to ram it into me?” Princess Lavhi asked.

“Soon,” I growled, thrusting away hard at my sister’s cunt.

The incestuous pleasure rushed down my shaft from this wonderful moment. I groaned, the heat rushing through my body. I pumped away hard and fast, my balls drinking in all the friction. I would pump so much spunk into my sister.

I would just flood her with so much passion.

She would be dripping with cum. It would be leaking out of her. That would be great. I groaned, pumping away at her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her. I groaned, my cock aching beneath the delight of her cunt.

I plowed into my sister hard and fast. I loved every moment of burying into her. I savored her snatch while my mother and Nephi devoured the rakshasa’s pussy. They feasted on princess cunt with hunger.

“Gods, those tongues,” Princess Lavhi moaned. “Your mother and sphinx are such wondrous pussy lickers. Yes, yes, you’re going to drown in my cream. It’s an honor.”

Her big, brown tits heaved as she squirmed on the table. I could feel her rising to her own orgasm. So was Lasla. She moaned as I buried into her cunt again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her, reveling in that hot twat squeezing about my dick. It felt incredible. I shuddered, slamming hard and fast into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I loved that delicious feeling of her cunt squeezing about my dick.

I groaned, my cock melting from the delight of her snatch squeezing around me. I pumped into her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. My balls smacked into her clit, her butt-cheeks jiggling.

“Brother!” she moaned. “Your cock. Gods, your cock!”

“Mmm, make that sister purr!” groaned Lavhi. Her hands grabbed her big boobs. She squealed them.

“Yes, yes, make Lasla cum!” Pyrriah moaned, her own lusts simmering.

“I’m going to!” Lasla moaned. “I love cumming on your cock, brother. I love it so much. Yes, yes, keep ramming into me!”

I buried to the hilt in her. I fucked her hard and fast. She gasped and moaned. Then her cunt convulsed around me. Her orgasm burst through her. Hot juices squirted out around her cock and bathed my nuts. I loved the sensation.

Lavhi gasped nearby. Her fingers dug into her tits as she hit her own climax. She bucked on the table, drowning my mother and my sphinx in all that pussy juices. It was such a treat to hear. It had me grunting as I buried forward hard into my sister’s writhing cunt.

“Fire that spunk into me!” gasped Lasla. “Please, please, brother.”

“Flood her!” whimpered Pyrriah.

The princess moaned out her pleasure. She trembled on the table, her eyes squeezed shut. I buried into my sister’s pussy, savoring her juices soaking my cock while her hot flesh rippled around my cock. She sucked at me.

“Gods damn!” I growled.

Erupted.

I fired my spunk into her cunt. I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her. I bathed her. I savored every moment of spurting my spunk into her. I reveled in basting her cunt with all my jizz. It was a wonderful treat.

A magical moment.

I growled through my pleasure, the jizz spurting again and again from my cock into my sister’s twat. I basted her pussy while her hot flesh sucked at my dick. She worked out every drop of my spunk from my nuts.

“Oh, brother,” she moaned, her back rippling.

“Mmm, you flooded her,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Yes, I did,” I growled, and ripped my dick out of my sister’s cunt.

“My turn,” purred Princess Lavhi. “Time for me to get my reward.”

“Yes, it is,” I growled.

My mother and Nephi lifted faces dripping in pussy cream. They both smiled at me then turned and kissed each other. I moved up to the princess. She stared up at me with hunger in her eyes. She licked her chops.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her belly. She gasped, her boobs smacking into the table. Her three men growled. My mother and Nephi broke the kiss, a rumble of danger coming from my sphinx.

“Oh, I’m fine,” moaned the princess. “I’ve never had a man do that to me before.”

“You’ve never had a man before,” I growled. “You’ve just had slaves. They have brawn and strength, but they serve a woman. They don’t take command of you the way your body craves.”

“You think women want to be dominated.”

“Yes!” I growled and pressed my cock into her butt-crack.

“You’re fucking my asshole?” she growled.

“I am,” I said. “Lubed by my sister’s cock. And there’s not a damn thing you are going to do to stop me. You want me to fuck that ass. To pound you hard. You are going to cum on my dick and scream that naughty head off.”

A purring rumble rose from her throat. “You are a dangerous man, Kurtis.”

“I know,” I growled and pressed my dick right against her asshole.

I thrust.

Her anal ring held out for a few moments before she groaned. I could feel that she had never taken anything big back here. No cocks but probably toys or fingers. I grinned as I savored breaking in her ass.

Her anal ring stretched over the crown of my dick. It felt incredible to engulf my cock. It was magnificent to slide my dick into her bowels. She squeezed down on me. Held me tight. I loved it. She groaned and whimpered as I penetrated deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her passion echoing through the common room. “Kurtis, you are a man. No one has ever dared to do that to me.”

“Such a sad life you’ve lived,” I growled as I bottomed out in her bowels, her velvety sheath squeezing about my dick.

“It has had a few missing experiences,” she agreed. “Mmm, fuck me with that big dick.”

I grinned and did just that.

I pumped away at her velvety bowels. I thrust into her hot flesh again and again. I buried into her with hard strokes. I savored the way she held me. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled.

To my right, Pyrriah climbed onto Lasla. My two sisters fell into a sixty-nine, Pyrriah licking out my cum. Our mother and Nephi now watched over the princess’s guards, leaving Pyrriah to get her own pleasure.

I loved the sight of them feasting on each other. They were both so beautiful. So perfect. I groaned, thrusting into Princess Lavhi’s asshole while watching my sister’s writhing together in passion. It was such a stirring sight. It had my dick throbbing and aching.

“Mmm, that is a wicked sight,” moaned the rakshasa as I plundered her royal asshole.

“Yes, it is,” I growled, pumping away. “Such an inspiring sight.”

The rakshasa laughed. “I can see that. Mmm, and feel it. Your dick… Oh, your dick is a thing of wonder.”

“Yes, it is,” I growled, pumping away at her. I fucked her bowels with hunger. I slammed to the hilt in her over and over again, her asshole clenching down on my dick. “Fuck!”

“I know!” she moaned. “Oh, I know. Ram that cock into my asshole. Oh, fuck me so hard. Just bury into me.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, thrusting away at her.

I pounded her royal ass, planting my hands on the table on either side of her. I drilled into her hot and passionate bowels. I loved the way she gripped me. She held me tight. It was an incredible delight. I loved every last thrust into her cunt. Every last plunge into the velvety delight of her bowels. It was incredible to enjoy.

Her flesh squeezed about me on the pull back. The friction melted heat to my balls. They brimmed with more cum. I slammed into her asshole, her velvety heat welcoming me with a ripple of pleasure that washed through my body.

My sisters moaned beside us. They feasted on the other’s pussy, sixty-nining with such hunger. They were so gorgeous. I groaned, watching them as I fucked the princess hard in the ass. I reamed out her bowels, the pressure growing at the tip of my cock.

And in her body.

I could feel her orgasm swelling in her. “Oh, Kurtis,” she growled. “Yes, yes, you’re a man. This is incredible.”

“You’re going to cum so hard on my dick!” I growled.

“Just from being ass-fucked!” She sounded utterly shocked by that. Like it was the most impossible thing in the world.

“Glad you like it,” I growled, pumping away at her. “Just let yourself cum and cum and cum.”

“Gods, I will!” she moaned, her bowels clenching down on me. “This cock… This is a cock worth killing over!”

“Already started,” I growled, anger at Princess Naryu propelling my hips forward. I fucked Princess Lavhi’s cunt with passion. I buried deep and hard into her, my nuts swelling with the pressure of her tight asshole.

She moaned, her back arching. She clenched her asshole down around my dick. The pleasure grew, my anger feeding it. My balls cracked over and over into her taint, the pressure swelling and swelling in them. I climbed towards my breaking point.

Towards exploding all my cum in her.

I felt her pleasure building and building as I buried into her. She shuddered on the table, her mane of dark-brown hair tumbled about her head. She squeezed her bowels tight around my dick. She held me with passion as I buried into her hard and fast.

“Clawing passion!” she yowled. “Pater’s big dick!”

Her asshole went wild around my cock. She spasmed and writhed, her flesh sucking at me. It was incredible to feel. I shuddered, my back arching as I buried into her writhing delight. The pressure swelled at the tip of my dick.

“Gods, yes!” I snarled and then I erupted.

My cum fired into her bowels. I pumped it over and over into her snatch. I shuddered at how great it felt. My mind blazed with rapture. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. It was awesome.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, the pleasure blazing over my mind.

“Oh, you are flooding my asshole,” she snarled. “You bold man!”

“So bold!” I groaned, my mind melting beneath the onslaught of this passion. It was outstanding. An amazing bliss. I groaned, sparks flaring through my mind. They twinkled before me.

Her asshole milked out my cum. She worked out every last drop of jizz that I had in me. It was incredible to feel. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling over me. It was incredible to enjoy. I shuddered, my mind burning with such wondrous passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she mewled. “That’s so good. Oh, that’s amazing!”

“Guess you must be glad your cousin failed to kill me,” I panted.

“So glad.” She shuddered. “But she is devious. She will find a way to destroy you. This time she failed, next time you won’t be so lucky.”

“So I better seize her by the scruff of the neck and put a collar around the naughty kitty cat.”

“You mean to attack her in her own demesne?” The princess turned her head. “Enter the Ziggurat?”

I shrugged.

“Mmm, very bold.” Her eyes twinkled. “I can get you inside. I know the secret passages that we use for our illicit delights.”

“And what will it cost me?”

“Why, more pleasure with your cock,” she moaned.

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Lasla

“Mmm, just take that dirty dick in your cunt, your highness,” I moaned. It’s the only way you’re getting to enjoy his cock again.”

“What?” gasped the princess. She rolled over from her back, her large tits quivering.

“You’re going to have to use your pussy to clean his dick,” I purred. I reached over and pinched a nipple.

“Mmm, she is,” groaned my sister. Pyrriah rose from between my thighs, her body quivering. She needed a cum badly.

“Mother Azuliana, attend to your daughter,” I commanded.

She glanced at Kurtis who gave the slightest nod. I smiled. He had the ultimate say, of course. I would always want a slave to double-check with him, especially during this sort of situation. But her guards hadn’t attacked us.

I had a feeling that Princess Lavhi was here to enjoy him and had given instructions to her men.

Mother Azuliana, her blue hair streaming behind her, fell to her knees before Pyrriah. I smiled at the sight of a mother burying her face into her daughter’s cunt. Pyrriah threw back her head, red light flickering through her fiery locks.

“Mother!” she moaned.

“Now,” I said to Princess Lavhi. “You’re going to beg to clean my brother’s dick with that slutty cunt. Just plead with him to ram his big dick into you and make you gasp and moan. You know you want to. He’ll fuck you so hard. You’re going to cum and cum and cum on his dick.”

“Oh, yes,” moaned Pyrriah, her boobs jiggling as she ground her cunt on Mother Azuliana’s hungry mouth.

“You’re going to love it more than you did taking him in your ass,” I promised her.

“And you’re going to do it in your rakshasa form,” my brother growled. “Let me see that muzzle. Those claws.”

“You are a confident one,” the princess purred. “Mmm, that’s what makes you so special. Very well.”

Her head blurred, her black hair vanishing. Orange fur, striped with black across the top of her head, appeared. White fur clad her throat. Her mouth elongated into a muzzle. Her whiskers sprouted, long and twitching. She licked her chops.

“Fuck my cock with your dirty dick,” she begged. “Ram that cock into my royal cunt and make me explode.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, pinching her nipple.

She cast her dangerous eyes on me.

I didn’t flinch. I winked at her and kept tweaking her nipple.

My brother brought his dirty cock to her pussy. He pressed it into the busty rakshasa’s shaved folds. Though her head had become a tiger’s, the rest of her was all voluptuous human. She purred as he rubbed up and down her slit, her eyes squeezing shut.

Then he rammed into her.

He buried his dirty cock into her twat. She gasped and arched her back. Her pussy engulfed his dick. I smiled and knew that she was buffing him clean with her snatch. I licked my lips, so delighted that he was reaming out her cunt.

She would be yowling on his dick.

“Now,” he said, his cock all the away in her cunt, “beg my sister Lasla to sit her pussy on your muzzle. You’re going to lick her out.”

“Am I?” she purred, her voice throaty in this form.”

“Well, I can always find another rakshasa princess to fuck.” He grinned at her. “What will it be.”

He drew back slowly, inch after inch of his cock emerging from her pussy. she shuddered as more and more of him slid out. The rakshasa growled and licked her chops. My brother was on the verge of popping out.

“Lasla, please, please, sit your pussy on my muzzle so I and lick you and eat you and make you cum!” the princess groaned.

“Gladly,” I moaned as my brother slammed back into her.

I threw my right leg over her head and lowered my pussy to her muzzle. I gasped as her long whiskers brushed my inner thighs. I groaned at the feel of her touch on me. I shuddered, so close to just cumming from that touch alone.

Then her furry muzzle brushed my folds. Her rough tongue licked out. It was thick and rasped down my pussy folds. It felt so different from a human tongue. I threw back my head, gasping at the intensity of it.

“Oh, Gods, that’s good,” I moaned. “Las’s big dick.”

“Enjoy,” my brother growled and pumped away.

The rakshasa princess licked at me again and again. Her tongue slid over my folds and bathed my clit. I quivered, my breasts quivering from this amazing delight. I moaned, joining Pyrriah’s as she enjoyed her mother’s licking.

It had nothing on this.

I groaned and shuddered, that naughty tongue swiping over my clit and pussy lips. The wet roughness of her tongue just gave me more with her pleasure every lick. Made each one more intense. I shuddered, my twat clenching.

“Oh, Gods, this is amazing, Kurtis,” I moaned. “Thank you!”

He winked at me and fucked the rakshasa hard.

He buried his dirty dick into her. She polished his cock with his every thrust he buried into her hard and fast. She purred as he did, the feline rumbling adding to the delight of that amazing tongue lapping at me.

My orgasms built and built. I groaned, my hands rubbing at my body. The rakshasa’s awesome tongue stroked over my pussy lips. She gave me such a delight. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembling.

“Gods, yes!” growled my brother, fucking his dick hard and fast into her royal cunt.

“Yes, yes, polish your dick in my pussy while I lick out your sister’s cunt!” the princess purred.

She did.

Her tongue stroked slowly up my folds. My clit throbbed. My toes curled from the shuddering pleasure. She built my orgasm faster and faster. I watched my brother fuck her hard while pleasure rippled out of my cunt.

It was incredible. Her whiskers rubbed at my inner thigh while her tongue rasped over my pussy lips again and again. My brother fucked her hard, pleasure crossing his face. He looked so impressive there. So hunky as he fucked her.

“Kurtis!” I moaned. “Oh, her tongue!”

“Enjoy!” he growled.

The rakshasa’s thick, feline tongue lapped across my folds. I groaned, my back arching. It was just so incredible. I stared into my brother’s eyes as he fucked his cock deep into her cunt. He grinned at me.

I came.

“Yes!” I gasped as my juices gushed into the rakshasa’s furry muzzle. My body bucked, my breasts heaving.

Her purring grew in intensity. Her tongue rasped over my pussy lips while her whiskers tickled my inner thighs. The pleasure washed through me. A wild flood of delight that swept through me. It was incredible to enjoy. The pleasure swept through my mind and drowned my thoughts.

I drank them in, my body shuddering from the delight. It rushed through me. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side. Juices gushed from my snatch into her muzzled face. Her tongue thrust into my depths and caressed me.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned. “Las’s big dick!”

“Just the biggest!” growled Kurtis as he buried his cock into the princess.

Her purring rumbled to a new height. Her tongue lapped hungrily at my cunt as the pleasure rushed through my body. I groaned, feeling her orgasming. Her pussy was spasming around my brother’s cock. I knew he loved that.

“Yes, yes, yes, you want it!” he growled, burying into her pussy’s depths.

“Cum in her!” I moaned. Then mouthed, “Breed her!”

My brother winked at me. Bred every woman that he fucked the first time. He buried his cock to the hilt in the rakshasa’s princess and pumped her full of his seed. He threw back his head and groaned out his delight. He shuddered through his pleasure, growing out for all to hear.

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

“Flood her,” Pyrriah moaned as she trembled on Mother Azuliana’s tongue. “Gods, that’s good!”

My sister came, too. My brother pumped the princess full of his cum while I shuddered through my orgasm. It was amazing. I groaned, my pussy spasming a final time. I hit the peak of my pleasure and panted.

My brother groaned. “Now, how are we getting to that naughty princess?”

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Pyrriah

The passageway into the Ziggurat Princess Lavhi told us about were narrow. We held lanterns burning with olive oil from Raratha to light the way. The stones were coarse. I could feel the weight of the immense structure above us.

I didn’t like being down here. It was too close to fight. If things went wrong, they could be very wrong. But Kurtis wanted to tame her. We had spent the afternoon after the princess left preparing. I gave my brother more instruction in the use of the tulwar. He was improving, focused to succeed.

Nephi led the way in her sphinx form. She had her wings folded tight but padded down the passageway with ease. Her keen eyes let her see better in the dark. Kurtis came next with me right behind him. Lasla padded after me with my dragon mother at the back. She had both her collar and chastity belt removed.

Just in case.

The passageway led to stairs just as the princess described them. They were narrow, made of mud-baked bricks. We climbed them and then took a right. A left. Another right. We moved through the corridors, sounds bleeding through the stone.

This place felt terrible. Violence brimmed in its bones. It was the opposite of lust. There was pain soaked into every stone. Suffering. The joy experienced in his place was twisted and sadistic. I swallowed. I didn’t like these rakshasas.

But Kurtis wanted to tame all the daughter-races of Las. It was a noble goal, but maybe we could skip some of the worst of them. Nagas, werewolves, and rakshasa…

I rolled my shoulders as we reached a door. Nephi pushed it open and we stepped onto a wider hallway. It was dark, no lights on it, but the floors here were polished marble that reflected by our lanterns.

“This way,” Nephi purred and went left.

A slave rounded the corridor, a woman with a gold collar about her neck and carrying a tray. She didn’t make so much as a sound at the sight of us. She merely shrank into the wall, her body trembling beneath the diaphanous robes she wore. The wine in the decanter sloshed.

We strode past her. She must have been used to coming across parties of dangerous men moving through the halls. The rakshasas were said to fight openly in the Ziggurat from time to time as they constantly schemed and plotted against each other.

I ignored the girl as I moved through the passage after my brother and Nephi. We followed the directions that Lavhi had given us, moving up several stairs and passing more slaves, men and women, who pressed into the walls and trembled as if afraid we’d kill them.

That must happen. Life was too cheap here. I hated it. I felt my fire inside of me wanting to burn bright.

We rounded the corner and found three men guarding the door we wanted. The chief bodyguard I’d seen with Princess Naryu two nights ago snarled and whipped out his sword. Another guard did the same, both of them brawny and scarred. The last one held a spear and advanced.

Nephi charged down the hallway, snarling like a hungry lion. Her roar reverberated down the corridor. I shuddered at the sound. She barreled fast only to come to a halt as the one with the spear rammed it at her charging form.

She batted the weapon back with a paw and retreated as he lunged in again. He had reach, able to hold her back.

“Try not to kill them! “Kurtis shouted as I rushed at the chief guard.

“Kill me?” the guard said, smiling.

He fell into a guard stance. I thrust at him, my hair flaming. He parried. Our sword flashed through the air, trading blows. The second guard with a sword moved up on my right flank, but then Kurtis was there.

They fought while I traded attacks and blocks with the chief guard. Kurtis held his own. Nephi howled, fighting the spearman. The sounds of weapons clashing echoed through the hallway. I flowed through my attacks, parrying, riposting, blocking.

He drove me back. He had skill.

Flames burst across my hair and sword. He didn’t flinch from my fire, but kept attacking me. I was suddenly on the defensive. He was countering all my attempts to attack. It was like he had figured out my fighting style and had adapted his defense.

I had to use that. I switched it up, going from a hard guard to a low one and hacking at his leg. He cursed and swept his blade in a circle before him, just deflecting my tulwar to the side before I buried it into the meat of his thigh. I grinned and hacked upward at his open—

I didn’t see his foot kicking out until he swept my left leg out from beneath me. I gasped and fell hard. I landed on my back with a hard thud. I groaned at the impact. A shuddering cough burst from my lungs. I groaned, my back throbbing. I hit hard.

That wasn’t good.

He grinned down at me and then stabbed his sword for my stomach.

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Kurtis

I slid my sword through the attacker’s chest.

I didn’t want to kill them, but when I parried and saw him open, I took it. I had to end the fight before anyone of my women got hurt. I didn’t want them to die because of my folly. Because I decided not to go back to the ship and flee Ankush instead of dealing with the princess’s meddling.

The guard gurgled and died. I ripped the sword free and whirled to grin at Pyrriah. Her training had paid off. I had defeated my first opponent and…

Pyrriah lay on the ground. She was open. Defenseless. The enemy was about to run her through and kill her. The chief guard drew back his sword for the fatal plunge. Fear galvanized my limbs into action. I charged forward, thrusting out my sword.

I caught his falling blade on mine in a steely clang. I grunted, fighting against his strength. He pressed down toward my twin sister. He wanted to run her through. Our blades rasped together, metal sliding over metal.

“You don’t get to hurt a hair on her body!” I roared.

The chief guard grunted then slammed his elbow in my face.

Pain burst beneath my eye. I stumbled back, reeling from the hit. I hit the wall and caught myself. Red flashed bright through the corridor. Pyrriah gained her feet and rammed her burning sword through the chief guard’s chest, left open by my intervention.

I gaped in surprise.

My sister ripped her sword out of the hulk’s chest, blood streaming down his flesh. He staggered back, his arm raising his sword to hack down at her. But it was a clumsy swing. She caught it with her flaming blade and riposted. Her tulwar slashed through his neck. His head spilled off moments before his body collapsed.

I gasped at the shocking sight. My sister just flicked her sword to the side, blood splattering the wall. Then she sheathed it. I glanced down the hallway. Nephi had the spearman pinned against it, her claws buried into his chest. He gurgled and thrashed. She ripped her paws back. He slumped down to the floor.

I shook my head and regretted the violence. I drew in a deep breath and sheathed my own sword. I shook slightly as I reached for the door. I twisted it and threw it open onto a richly appointed sitting room. Princess Naryu sat on her couch, her legs crossed, her head that of a vicious tiger. She stared at me with feline eyes. She played with a dagger in her hand.

Then she threw it at me.

To be continued…

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