Rogue's Passionate Harem Page 2

  “Mmm, maybe,” Kora moaned then shuddered as Ava leaned down and licked the pink nipple.

  “Gods, you both are so delicious,” I moaned, stepping out of my leather pants, my balls aching. I had to love my sister, to enjoy her tonight. To pretend I would get to enjoy her forever.

  “Aren't they?” Aingeal asked. My faerie-wife—Zanyia tricked Aingeal into declaring herself my woman three times when we first met; a faerie was bound to any promise they make thrice—settled down on Kora's right. Aingeal seized my sister's other tit, squeezing it. “Mmm, Ava has the right idea.”

  “She is a princess,” Greta said, standing up before me and smiling. “Enjoy your sister, Master.”

  I gave the busty, eighteen-year-old slave a hot kiss on the lips. She quivered, her bodice pressing into my naked chest. I would have kept kissing her, and exploring all her charms, but my sister let out a wanton moan. Aingeal sucked on her other nipple. The three of the women I loved playing with each other.

  “Go and please your sister, Master,” Zanyia moaned. My lamia sex-slave rubbed her cheeks against my dick. “Before I become naughty and suck on your hard cock. I'd make you cum so hard. And that would be wicked of me.”

  “So wicked,” I groaned, my heart thudding in my chest.

  My sex slaves turned their attention to Ealaín in her armor. I heard leather straps rasp and metal jangle as I approached the bed, my eyes fixed on the sapphic delight before me. Ava and Aingeal's hair, strawberry and pink, spilled over my sister's flesh. The princess and the faerie stroked Kora's belly, their hands sliding down to her pubic mound.

  To her pussy.

  “Yes, yes, brother mine,” Kora whimpered, “come and feast. Show me your skill. Master my pussy.”

  I licked my lips, staring at her shaved folds. With her legs spread wide, her outer labia parted to reveal her glistening, inner depths. The pink beckoned, that soft, feminine hue that made my cock ache to penetrate her.

  But I had to love her first. I had to lick her, please her, make her moan and quiver on my mouth. I slid onto the bed, my cock swaying hard between my thighs, aching to fuck my sister. I grasped her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.

  She quivered and moaned. Aingeal and Ava sucked so hard. They pleasured my sister's nipples, celebrating our victory tonight. We survived Zizthithana's forces. We defeated all her agents. One less foe to worry about.

  Kora's tangy delight filled my nose. That delicious, wonderful scent sent such a heady rush through me. I groaned, licking my lips as I lowered my face. My hands reached her inner thighs, caressing her silken flesh.

  “Brother mine!” she gasped as I took my first lick through her taboo flesh. “Oh, Gods, yes.”

  “Pater's cock, but you taste good,” I groaned. “As good as Slata's hairy cunt.”

  “So am I goddess, brother mine?”

  “My goddess,” I panted and then buried my face into her pussy.

  She whimpered as her silken, wet folds caressed my lips and cheeks. I nuzzled into her shaved pussy while my tongue attacked her flesh. I explored her crevasses, teasing her, drinking in her tangy, forbidden cream. She squeezed her thighs about my head, trembling.

  The bed creaked as we pleasured my step-sister. Ava and Aingeal sucked louder, the faerie's pink butterfly wings fluttering as they thrust from her back. Her pillowy tits rubbed against her knees, her body bent over to love my sister's nub.

  “Oh, Gods, you three spoil me,” gasped Kora, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy against my hungry mouth, smearing that tangy cream across my face.

  I licked through her folds. I feasted on her, devouring every drop of her I could. My tongue thrust into her depths, fluttering through her. She gasped and moaned, her fingers digging into Ava and Aingeal's hair. She cradled them to her breasts, reveling in their hungry sucking.

  Kora's juices flowed. Her body trembled. My hands slid beneath her rump, squeezing her butt-cheeks. I gripped her as I feasted, rubbing my face into her cunt, letting her feel my whiskered cheeks. She gasped and moaned, staining me with her passion.

  “Oh, Rithi's inspiring art and delicate fingers!” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, brother mine! I'm going to cum on your mouth.”

  Aingeal's mouth popped off my sister's nipple. The faerie pinched the wet, pink nub as she glanced at me. Her purple eyes smoldered as she moaned, “Drench his face, Kora. Just gush all over our husband's mouth.”

  “Yes!” Kora whimpered.

  My tongue flicked up to her clit. I squeezed her rump hard as I fluttered my tongue against it. I assaulted it, making her squirm and moan. She bucked, her breasts jiggling, the right one shaking more as Aingeal twisted and manipulated my sister's nipple. I knew my sister. Knew how close she was to erupting.

  I sucked hard on her clit.

  She cried out. Her entire body spasmed. Tangy cream flooded out around my chin, anointing my face and filling the air with her heavenly perfume. I savored it, her asscheeks clenching beneath my hands as she orgasmed.

  I made my sister cum. My dick throbbed so hard.

  I didn't relent. I sucked and nibbled on her clit. I teased her. I gave her pleasure. I held every moment, wanting to make her pleasure last and last. Her pussy juices flooded my mouth. I drank down the naughty ambrosia. I never wanted to stop.

  But she had other ideas.

  “I need you in me, brother mine! Please, please, I need your hard cock fucking me!”

  “You heard her, my husband,” Aingeal said, a wicked grin on her lips. “You need to give your sister that hard cock.”

  Ava's mouth popped off my sister's left nipple. “Yes, yes, Sven. Don't deny her. Your sister needs this. It's so hard denying what you crave.”

  It was. But I would have to give Kora up. Though not tonight. Tonight, I loved her.

  Kora's hands reached out and grasped me. She stroked my dick, her fingers so hot, and guided me down to her pussy. Ava rolled onto her back beside us. Aingeal's wings fluttered. She drifted off the bed, her wings almost more for show than to explain how she could just hover into the air and move over to land on Ava.

  I groaned at the heat of my dick rubbing against Kora's shaved pussy. I leaned over my sister, staring into her eyes. They shone back up at me, such a naughty glint in them. She licked her lips, arching her eyebrows.

  “Well, brother mine?” she purred, pressing the tip of my dick an inch into her welcoming cunt.

  “Just making you squirm, sister dear.”

  “Oh, just fuck her,” Ava moaned before she pulled Aingeal's pussy down to her hungry lips. The pair feasted on each other, making such sweet sounds.

  “You heard the princess's royal decry, brother mine. Fuck me.”

  “Yes!” I growled.

  I thrust forward into her hot, silky depths. I shuddered at the friction of sinking into my step-sister's hot sheath. Her flesh embraced my cock. I kissed her hard, letting her taste her tangy passion as I savored being in her forbidden snatch.

  I crushed her breasts to my chest, feeling her trembling beneath me. Her thighs locked about my waist. Her body moved and undulated, working herself against me. She groaned and whimpered, her tongue dueling with mine as we made love.

  Ava and Aingeal's naughty licking and moans washed over us as I pumped my cock in and out of my sister's tight tunnel. The pleasure flowed up my dick, shooting to my balls. They grew thick and heavy with my passion. I reveled in this moment.

  I wanted it to last forever.

  Kora's fingers dug into my back as she moved beneath me. Her hips undulated, stirring about my cock, driving me wild with her rapture. I trembled, drinking in the delicious feel of her. She squeezed and clenched about me, massaging my dick, building the pressure in my balls.

  She wanted my cum. I wanted to give it to her. The bed creaked as I drove harder and harder into her. I filled her to the hilt. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back as she groaned out her passion.

  I broke our kiss. “Sister dear!”
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br />   “Yes, yes, brother mine!” she groaned, her blue eyes so wide, so expressive. Her passion shone through her. “Oh, gods, yes. This... This is what I need! What I crave! Pater's magnificent cock, I'm going to cum!”

  “Good,” I groaned, thrusting harder. “Milk my dick, sister dear. You want every drop of my cum spurting into you.”

  “Every drop!”

  I slammed into her, my balls thwacking into her taint. She groaned, her thighs tightening about my waist. Her hips undulated, stirring that delicious flesh about my dick. The silky stimulation surged rapture through me.

  Then she gasped. Her blue eyes widened. Her pussy spasmed about my shaft. I drove into her cumming flesh, feeling the ripples of her ecstasy convulsing through her. She shuddered beneath me, her nipples rubbing into my chest as she gasped and moaned.

  “Cum in me, brother mine!” She locked her glassy eyes on me. “Spill your seed in me! I need it!”

  “Yes!” I growled, driving my cock to the hilt in her pussy. Her forbidden flesh sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tensing. “Sister dear!”

  Cum erupted from my cock. Hot spurts fired, flooding over and over into her. I groaned, shuddering atop her, the pleasure rippling through my body. It filled my mind, stars dancing through my vision as I stared down at her beautiful face.

  I lost myself in her gaze. I held onto this rapturous moment, my cum pulsing into her massaging depths. She quivered beneath me, crying out with me. We were united. One flesh, two lovers melded together. I never wanted to let go.

  But I had to.

  My orgasm crashed.

  I slumped over her. She mewled beneath me, trembling, holding me to her. Her pussy's spasms slowed, died. Her eyes fluttered. She smiled and kissed me, her lips so soft, so loving. I held her, savoring her.

  Hating the day I had to let her go.

  Chapter Two: Creating Naughty Art

  Kora Falk

  I blinked as I kissed my brother. For a moment... right after he finished spurting into me, I thought I saw pain in his eyes. Why? It was fleeting, gone in a moment. I must have just imagined it because that was a smile on his face, the intensity in his blue eyes. His wild, blond hair draped down his rugged features. I shivered beneath him, feeling his emotions. They almost drowned me.

  “Gods, I love you, brother mine,” I moaned. “Always.”

  “Always,” he groaned and then rolled off of me. His cock slid out of my pussy full of his cum.

  I opened my mouth to say something when Aingeal unfolded herself off Ava and threw herself on him. A moment later, Ava followed, the two nuzzling up against him. I smiled, watching as the princess and the faerie played with my brother, pressing their bodies against him.

  “Inspiring, right?” Ealaín said, the aoi si pulling her naked body away from the sex slaves. Her black body glistened, smeared in pussy juices.

  Did the sex slaves just rub their pussies all over her body? Even her nipples had a gleam about them.

  “Mmm, it is inspiring,” I said, parting my legs, feeling my brother's cum running out of me. I loved that feeling, delighting in the forbidden thrill of it. “I need to create something beautiful with my muse.”

  It wasn't a figure of speech. Ealaín was my muse, sent to me by my Goddess Rithi. Aoi si were her divine daughters, a race of demigoddesses birthed from Rithi's tryst with the hermaphroditic Goddess Henta. Aoi si inspired and protected Rithi's favored creators.

  She came to me because of the amulet. I glanced at it between my breasts. I wore it always, the phylactery too important to ever lose. The Biomancer Vebrin could never be restored to life. He could never be allowed to create another monstrosity.

  “Beautiful?” Ealaín said, her short, white hair framing that midnight face. Her citrine eyes sparkled as she crawled between my thighs. Her lips kissed at my silky flesh as she moved her head down towards my pussy. “Mmm, I love making beautiful things.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart fluttering as she came closer and closer to my pussy. Her lips grazed the vine tattoo on my pubic mound. It marked my proficiency in the sexual arts. It was the most fleeting of all the arts, but one I thoroughly enjoyed practicing.

  Her lips kissed around my pubic mound and down the sides of my pussy, nibbling on my plump vulva. Her tongue flicked out, gathering cum and pussy juices staining my flesh. I whimpered, tingles racing to my snatch, my labia quivering, wanting to be touched, to be played with.

  She kissed closer and closer to my pussy, smooching my hot vulva. I whimpered, my hands sliding up to cup my breasts. I stroked the vines spiraling around my left tit, my first tattoo, marking my dedication to Rithi and art. I designed the tattoo myself, inspired by the flowering bower vines my little sister Katriana had loved.

  I rubbed my nipples with my thumbs, massaging my pink nubs. Tingles raced down to my pussy, building my anticipation of the aoi si's naughty lips. Her yellow eyes stared up at me, glassy with delight. I shivered as she planted her mouth right over my slit, kissing me, tasting my brother's cum spilling out of me.

  “Yes, yes, let's make something beautiful,” I groaned.

  “Mmm, yes,” she purred. Then her tongue flicked out.

  My back arched as her tongue dragged through the folds of my pussy. A slow drag that stimulated my juicy labia. My inner depths clenched at the sensation. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing down hard on my nipples, caressing them, stimulating them.

  Her tongue reached my clit. She circled it, dancing around it. My thighs tightened about her face, feeling the silk of her hair caressing my sensitive flesh. My body felt so alive, my skin drinking in the feel of the sheets beneath me.

  “Rithi's inspiring art,” I groaned as she sucked and nibbled on my clit.

  Beside me, my brother played with the princess and the faerie, their moans adding such a delicious symphony to accompany the pleasure surging through my body. Ealaín's tongue danced and played with my clit, making me tingle in delight.

  Her lips nibbled on my bud while her fingers found the lips of my pussy. She stroked them, sliding up and down my folds. Tingles surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I pinched my nipples as she teased me, building up the delight in the depths of my cunt.

  Then her lips nuzzled down, passing her finger. Her tongue jammed into my snatch, reaching into my depths to scoop out my brother's jizz. I groaned at the naughty delight, glad she could feast on his cum, that she could devour his passion.

  Then I groaned as her finger massaged my clit. She rubbed it in slow circles, showering my snatch in waves of hot delight. My ass clenched and my toes curled. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing my nipples hard into my tits, stimulating them, showering my snatch in more rapture.

  “Oh, Rithi's delicate fingers,” I whimpered. “Gods, you know how to make such art, Ealaín. Ooh, yes, yes, you're inspiring me towards my orgasm.”

  “Yes, it'll be so beautiful, Mistress,” Nathalie moaned, her voice strained. I could hear the sex slaves playing, too, creating their own art.

  “It will,” Ealaín groaned between licks. She jammed her tongue back into the depths of my pussy, swirling around as she searched for more of my brother's jizz.

  I gasped; the feel of her tongue gliding through my pussy made me whimper. Every swirl of her tongue drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. I stared down at Ealaín, her black face pressed between my pale thighs, her eyes almost glowing.

  She wanted me to cum. She begged for me to explode. I had to bathe her face. I had to shower her in all my passion. I wanted to drench her in my pleasure. I humped against her as she rubbed my clit. I ground my cunt on her hungry mouth, her tongue making me feel so good.

  “Oh, Gods, Ealaín,” I moaned. “Just a little more. Keep that tongue swirling through me and... Yes!”

  My pleasure surged through me. My moans sang out through the room, mixing with the rest of my family's passion. Waves of rapture washed through me. I groaned and gasped. Delight surged through my body and washed into my mind. It inundated my thoughts wi
th the pleasure.

  My wonderful muse inspired such ecstasy in me. I heaved, my hands squeezing my tits. I gasped and groaned as the rapture surged through me. I heaved and bucked, the sheets caressing my back and ass as I squirmed.

  “Slata's hairy cunt!” I gasped, my cunt spasming so hard around her probing tongue, my juices bathing her face. “Oh, Ealaín, this is wonderful. You're finally a part of the family!”

  ~ * ~

  Ealaín

  I guess I was.

  Kora's words made my pussy clench. My clit throbbed and swelled into a girl-dick, thrusting from the folds of my hairless pussy. I shuddered, staring at her, the taste of her tangy pussy mixed with her brother's salty cum lingering on my lips. Had I made the right decision? Was it right for me to advise my mother to break apart their relationship?

  Kora found such inspiration with her family, but... But how could she ever make her art if she was in danger? When could she practice her dances and perform them for crowds if she was always traveling? How could she spend time before the canvas and paint something of lasting beauty if she was always following in her brother's wake? The only art she could create reliably was sex.

  Beautiful, passionate sex.

  Her brother and his harem inspired her to such heights. She drew such joy from it, but...

  “I need that cock in me,” Kora moaned, her hands seizing my hair. “I'm so inspired to ride you.”

  I smiled at her, juices dripping down my chin as she lifted my head. “Mmm, that's why I am here.”

  She pulled me up her body, my heavy tits sliding across her pale flesh. My nipples drank in the silk of her skin, tingles racing to my hard cock and my juicy snatch. A line of my pussy cream ran down my shaft as it nuzzled against her cunt. I kissed her hard, sharing the forbidden mix of her and her step-brother's fluids.

  She moaned, her thighs wrapping about me, our breasts pressed together. I didn't fight her as she rolled her hips. I carried her over on top of me as I stretched out on my back. Her blonde braids fell off her shoulders, spilling around our faces. She squirmed against me, rubbing the hot folds of her pussy on my clit-dick.