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Incessae – The Free City of Raratha
My wings fluttered with excitement as the Doge bellowed for his guards. The reputation of my sisters and me combined with the Doge’s base greed spurred him into action. He feared Angela claiming the piece of the High King’s sword.
“We must be smart,” I said to the Doge. “Angela and her companions are dangerous. She has a mage.”
“A Journeyman,” dismissed the Doge. “I have a Master in my employ.
“Then summon him, too. Faoril will need to be restrained.” My hand clenched on my spear. “Then it will be safe to move on Angela.”
“And you will ... kill the knight?” The Doge swallowed.
“Do you fear for her life because you fucked her?” A wet heat burst in my pussy as I remembered watching Angela writhe beneath the Doge last night. I wanted to fall on her then, but I couldn’t trust myself to attack when I was so horny. My father’s cursed blood burned too hot in my blood.
Tonight, I would have the Doge of Raratha’s power at my back. Angela would not escape mother’s vengeance this time.
Acolyte Sophia
The large, heaving breasts on the front of the sphinx drew me across the polished floor of the hall. I passed the other revelers, the rich and powerful of Raratha, weaving through dancers and pockets surrounding the entertainment.
Monsters and exotic creatures brought to be used for the sexual pleasure of the Doge’s guests. Like the sphinx.
A majestic creature. The body of a tawny lion. Gray-white wings folded along her flanks. A torso of a gorgeous, golden-skinned woman rose from her fur. A human head with a mane of dark hair spilling across her shoulders and back. And those breasts ... Large, round, firm with fat, dark-red nipples. They were proportioned perfectly to her body.
And her body was large.
I moved before the sphinx. Her breasts were so plump, so pillowy. I wanted to hug them and revel in them. Her cat-slitted eyes flicked down at me. A lazy smile crossed her lips. Then a thick tongue licked them. A hungry purr rose from her throat.
The music, performed by the lamia Relaria, faded into the background as my nipples hardened beneath my white robes. My hips shifted as a hot, molten itch burned through me. I wanted that tongue on my cunt.
“You have the look of one seeking carnal delights,” purred the sphinx. “A connoisseur of distaff pleasure, to sup from teat and cunny.”
“I am,” I said, watching the rise and fall of her massive breasts. She could smother me with those tits and I would die a happy woman.
“Then shed your modest wear and we shall discover new joys with the other.”
A powerful shudder ran through my body. Angela could play with the disgusting centaur and his brutish cock. I would find true pleasure with the sphinx. My fingers unbelted my robe. The white fabric slipped off my slim shoulders and fell to the floor, my pouch landing with a thud. The sphinx’s tongue flicked across her lips at the sight of my snowy breast, small and tipped with pink nipples. Her eyes flicked farther down to my shaved pussy.
Wet, flushed, and dripping.
Her nostrils flared. I hoped she smelled my tart excitement. “Radiant,” she purred. “Youth and skill combined. A concubine fit for a queen.”
“And your breasts are perfect.” My fingers itched. I reached out for her mounds.
“Enjoy them. That is why I am here.”
I seized her right breast. Both my hands dug into her flesh. I could barely grasp the heaving mound. It was so soft. My fingers almost vanished into her golden flesh. She lowered down. I wrapped my arms around her tit, hugging it to my smaller breasts. Her nipple was fat and thick, rising higher from her mound than my thumb’s length.
I could fuck this nipple like a small dildo. My pussy clenched at the wicked thought. I rubbed my cheek into the swell of her breast. My lips kissed down her breast. Her purr increased, a sensual rumble. My lips reached her areola. I licked and kissed in a spiral around her nipple, running the thick nub against my cheek.
“Child, you are definitely a concubine fit for a queen.” A furry paw stroked down my back, tracing my spine—delight trembled across my skin. “Yes, you are.”
The paw reached my ass, kneading it. I shifted my ass, loving the sensation as my lips reached her nipple. I opened my mouth wide, swallowing her nipple. I moaned as I suckled on it. My tongue batted the end. It was more like sucking the dildo strapped to Angela’s waist than a nipple.
Her paws pulled on my asscheeks, spreading them apart before dipping between them. Fur rubbed on my sphincter, sending a wild thrill through me. I moaned about her nipple, my lips tightening. My pussy clenched, juices dripping down my thighs. She massaged me, the fur tickling my asshole.
And then she went lower.
“There is the font of your womanhood,” the sphinx purred. “Let your passion flow.”
I trembled and sighed as her soft fur rubbed against my pussy. My toes curled. My own purrs of delight rose in my throat, humming around her nipple as she teased and pleasured me. I swayed, hugging her tit to stay upright as the bliss rushed through my veins. Each of her bristling hairs caressing my sensitive labia and clit sent bliss rippling through me.
I shuddered, sucking hard on her nipple. My pussy clenched. Her wonderful fur teased me. She rubbed faster and faster. My body tensed. My fingers dug into her tit. I bobbed my mouth, pressing my tongue stud into her sensitive nipple, bringing purring yowls to her lips.
I sensed her excitement. Her heart studded beneath her heaving tits. My mouth stimulated her nipple, rubbing my tongue piercing harder on her nub. I was a priestess of Saphique. I could read a woman’s pleasure as easily as my own.
“Ooh, yes, you’re shuddering. You love my fur, concubine. Your pussy drinks in the stimulation.”
“Yes!”
Those wonderful hairs brushed all my folds. My clit throbbed. My pleasure swelled. I let it crash through me. I didn’t fight my bliss. Her paw rubbed my cunt, prolonging the rushing ecstasy flowing through my body. I trembled, clutching her tit to stay up right as her fur teased my labia.
“Let your passion flow out of you, concubine.”
I did. It gushed out of me. My mouth popped off her nipple. I swayed as my orgasm reached its peak. Her paws held me, lowering me to the floor. I thrashed on the cool, blue tiles, my toes curling as the bliss held me.
The sphinx lowered her head, her cat-slitted eyes hungry. Her rough tongue ran across my pussy. I shuddered, my body trembling. Her tongue was thick, laving across my entire pussy in a single lick. The end flicked at my clit.
I bucked. “Saphique’s hymen!”
I humped into her amazing tongue. It was at once both rough and abrasive and soft and wet. My labia and clit throbbed as the tongue rasped up my slit. Her licks were long, languorous, and breathtaking. My eyes rolled back into my head as I trembled on the ground.
I was watched by the revelers, but I didn’t care. Even the men. I savored too much joy. Relaria’s music played louder, thrumming through the room, an erotic beat playing just for me, matching the rhythm of my excited body.
“Oh, you are so wonderful,” I gasped. “A treasure, sphinx.”
“As you shall be to your queen, concubine. One of her twin pillars, the sweet shade of comfort.”
Her words hardly registered in my mind even as I loved them. Concubine to a queen ... But they didn’t matter as much as the immediacy of her tongue lapping at my cunt spurring me to another orgasm. My body heaved, my breasts jiggling and my belly piercing slapping against my flesh as the chain swung. My tongue piercing clicked against the back of my teeth as I hissed out my pleasure.
Another orgasm racked my body with ecstasy.
My head arched with my back. I stared at the feet of my watchers or the bottoms of their hoop skirts. Stars danced as my head tossed. I pressed the tip of my tongue between my pierced lips, the end of my tongue stud popping in and out as I keened and moaned.
Such bliss.
“A flood of royal delight,” purred the Sphinx. “A bath of molten gold. Sweet and rare. Treasure your sex.”
“I will,” I gasped. “Oh, yes, I’m treasuring it.”
With a yowl, the sphinx fucked her tongue into the depths of my pussy. The rough, flexible appendage plumbed me to my core. It swirled, caressing my convulsing sheath all the way to my depths. New pleasure washed over me. I humped against her mouth, savoring her feline tongue pleasuring me.
But I had another pleasure in mind.
“Let me fuck your nipple,” I gasped as a third orgasm blossomed inside of me. “Let me feel that thick, turgid nub slam into my cunt. Please.”
“I am your servant, concubine,” the sphinx answered, her body shifting, her breasts dragging across the tiles as she slid them to me.
My greedy hands reached down as my body trembled, wafting on the perfume of my orgasm. It filled me with sweet delight. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled by her fat nub. I grabbed her breast and brought her thick nipple to my flesh, rubbing on my excited mounds.
Her tongue bathed my small breasts, rasping across hard nipples. I shuddered and humped against her breast, bringing her nub to my cunt. I groaned as it sank into my pussy, filling me. I humped against it, sliding my pussy around her girth and pressing into her soft mound.
“Oh, what delight,” shuddered the sphinx.
Her nipples were sensitive. I squeezed and clamped my pussy on her nipple. My knees bent and my legs gripped her tit, holding her nipple in my pussy. I fucked her hard, writing on my side as I stirred the nipple in and out of my cunt. I massaged her nub, giving her such pleasure.
“I’m going to make you cum,” I moaned. “A concubine pleases.”
“Yes.” her eyes rolled into her head. Her tongue lapped harder at my nipples, sliding from breast to breast, leaving each aching.
My pussy clenched every time she bathed my nipple with her tongue. We both shuddered, our bodies charging towards our orgasms. My hips moved faster, working her fat nub in and out of my cunt, my knees squeezing harder on her tit, sinking into her pillowy mound.
“Queen’s concubine,” the sphinx gasped, her excitement building.
“Cum,” I moaned, rubbing my hands through her tawny hair. “Cum for me. Let it spill out. Let it consume you.”
“Yes,” she yowled. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “Yes, yes. Such sweet delight.”
“I know,” I groaned. My pussy clamped down hard on her nipple.
She screeched and yowled as she came, such wonderful noise. Her tongue flicked across my nipples as she trembled. My knees squeezed tight about her tit, holding on, her nipple shifting in my pussy. My clit rubbed into her areola, my own pleasure swelling.
“Sweet concubine,” she moaned. “You shall be remembered. Maidens will yearn to be you. They will fall asleep dreaming of serving a queen like you.”
“Yes,” I hissed as my pleasure burst out of my cunt.
My pussy spasmed on her nipple, milking it, wishing she lactated and her cream spilled into my cunt. I shuddered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. I gasped and sighed, my pleasure exploding out of me. My head spun at the bliss. Such wonder consumed me. It breathed such delight through me.
And then I collapsed and moaned. I shuddered against her. My fingers clenched and relaxed against her tit. I spasmed. Such wonderful delight. I never wanted it to end. My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure washed through me. My cheek rested on the cool tile.
“You are remarkable, concubine,” the sphinx purred. Her rough tongue licked my lips, a kiss.
“So are you,” I panted, my pussy spasming a final time about her nipple. “I love your tits.”
“You must be bold and decisive. Your queen’s life will depend on it.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted, rolling onto my back and my head lolling. I spotted Angela beneath the centaur, cheered by impressionable women. “My queen,” I smiled. It was a better name then mistress. It encompassed the word “mistress” and conveyed far more. I smiled. “My queen.”
Journeyman Mage Faoril
“Fascinating,” I said as I scrawled my measurement of the warg’s cock into my notebook. The intelligent, wolf-like creature was made from a transformed kobold, modified using the elemental essence of shamanistic magic. The creature’s ears longer than a normal wolf’s and the eyes red and full of cunning intelligence.
“Are you going to fuck it?” a woman asked, a nasally petulance in her tone. “I want my turn if you’re not.”
“Once I am done with my inquiry,” I said in annoyance. I moved my length of thin rope knotted in even spaces for measuring. I wrapped it about the dick, measuring girth. The dick was slippery with the pussy juices of the last two women who had fucked the monster.
The warg let out a yipping snarl. I fixed my gaze his eyes and arched an eyebrow. The beast was tamed and ruffled his mangy fur. My pussy clenched. It had been a wondrous sight to watch the warg rut with a woman. He fucked with a power that rivaled Thrak’s intensity, and it was curious how he knotted and tied himself to a woman.
“Do I have to excite you to the point of orgasm to expose your knot?” I asked, stroking his dick.
The warg turned his head and gave me a flat look, ears laid back. Then he barked.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I leaned in and let my tongue lick at the tip, gathering his precum mixed with the tart musk of his last lover.
What properties did a warg’s cum possess for magic? I would learn so much today. I stroked his slick shaft and latched my lips about the tip, sucking hard. The warg let out a growling bark, his dick throbbing in my hand. It was stiff.
Did he have a penis bone? Fascinating.
“Excuse me, Madam Mage,” a woman said, “but Master Mage Yolun requires your presence.”
I froze and lifted my mouth. “What?”
“Master Mage Yolun. He needs your assistance in the eastern wing.”
I frowned. I couldn’t refuse a master mage’s summons. My stomach twisted. The timing was ... suspicious. Right now, Xera and Minx were breaking into the Great Vault. I stood and cast my gaze around the room. The Doge had still not arrived, though none of his guests, enthralled by the delights he had procured, cared. Angela stood before a knot of young women who praised her while a centaur stood proud behind her.
Another cock I needed to examine.
Sophia lay sprawled on the floor watching a sphinx lick a mature woman’s pussy while a bold man fucked the creature from behind, standing on a stool to align himself with the sphinx’s cunt. Chaun was surrounded by admires, singing a romance while a pair of girls sucked and worshiped his cock, a smile crossing his face.
I had to answer the summons. It would be suspicious. And we could do nothing suspicious tonight.
“Very well, lead on.”
I followed the serving girl out of the hall. The sound of the revelry softened as we walked away. I pulled a vial of cum from my pocket and downed it. The warm cum, provided by Thrak, slid down into my belly. In a moment, I had a reserve of power to use to manipulate my magic. It burned bright next to a small knot—my connection to Relaria.
The lamia bard was still was under my domination. I would release her once we had safely left Raratha. I resisted prodding the knot. When I touched it, I could feel her emotions, thoughts, and flesh. The knot became a hundred strings attached to her mind. I could control any aspect of her, from manipulating her mood to controlling her body.
It was a monstrous thing I had done.
“Did he say why he needed me?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, Madam Mage. But I doubt I would have understood.”
No, she probably would not have understood. I rubbed my hands together. What spell would he require my assistance to perform? I doubt it could be anything too dangerous. He was the court mage of the Doge of Raratha. He could cast anything I was capable of. Unless he needed help.
A ritual? For what? To strength wards? Ensure good weather for the olive harvest?
The Saltspray Palace was built on the edge of a cliff pounded by waves. Perhaps magic kept the Nimborgoth’s fury from eroding the cliff and dropping the palace into the ocean. That would require an expenditure of earth magic. If so, then the spell had to be renewed and strengthened periodically to maintain complete efficacy.
The servant paused at a door. “He is in here.”
“Thank you,” I nodded as she opened the door.
It led to a garden overlooking the Nimborgoth. The moon shone above, the stars twinkling. Yolun stood in a clearing in his black robes, arcane lights hovering around him, illuminating the garden with soft, blue-white glow. He was a tall man, weedy, with bushy-white eyebrows and a craggy face. He had practiced magic long.
“Master Mage,” I bowed when I approached. “How can I assist you tonight?”
“Doge Aurelius demands your arrest,” Yolun answered as his magic radiated out of him. “Will you comply?”
Before I could answer, the ground at my feet became liquid. I sank to my ankles into flowing stone. More earth seized my wrists, holding them fast. The liquid stone hardened, manacling me to the earth. I blinked in shock, my stomach twisting.
The Doge knew.
“I will divest you of your paraphernalia,” Yolun said, wind reaching into the pockets of my robe.
He didn’t know I had a reserve of cum. I had power.
I sent my magic out as I glared at him. The stone holding me melted away even as I seized the moisture out of the air and sent it hurtling at him, a barrier of water to trap him. I stepped out of the depression, my robes swirling as the air attacked me.
He struck back.
My globe of water became a fine mist, drizzling across him as I fought off his wind knifing at me. It howled about me, whipping my robes and hair. I sent my own magic crashing into it, creating vortexes to suck in his attacks.
“This is a lawful order,” Yolun cried out. “You must submit, Journeyman.”
“I can’t,” I said. “Angela’s quest is too important.”
His magic was swift, quick. The wind knifed at me from every direction. I barely put up my defenses. I had never seen air sharpened to such a point. It would cut me if I let it. He tried to kill me. My heart raced. Panic nibbled at the edge of my stomach.
But I could not fall apart.
As I spun my vortex shields, I pulled the heat out of the air and sank it into the ground beneath his feet. Steam rose and then the earth flashed into molten lava. Plants erupted into flames at his feet. The edges of his robes caught fire as he lifted himself into the air and landed nearby.
“Clever,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You are skilled.”
“I know,” I said as he renewed his knifing attacks.
I made the plants come alive. Trees and vines reached for him, controlled by my life magic. Every vine that touched him burst into flames and became ash billowing around him. I seized the ash, shaped it and compressed it into daggers and thrust them at him.
His magic caught my daggers and transformed the ash back into a fine grit. It swirled around him, an abrasive shield shredding the next wave of plants lunging for him. His control over air was remarkable. He had learned much about the element.
Downdrafts hammered at me. “Pater’s cock,” I gasped as my vortices ripped out of my control. The wind through me to the ground, pinning me. I groaned, my eyes burning. I closed them against the pain.
The ground warmed beneath me.
I sank my magic into the earth, pulling out the heat he dumped into it, stopping it from becoming molten. Then I pulled the ground over me, cocooning me from the downdraft. I sent out my earth magic, blasting a tunnel forward. I moved through the ground in hunched over, hollowing out a path before me. I sent out more magic into the earth, detecting his footsteps.
The ground shook. My heart hammered as I burrowed faster through the earth, exposing the roots of plants. Dirt smeared me as I crawled. Another explosion rocked the earth. Dirt fell from the ceiling. What was he doing up there? Randomly blowing up the ground to kill me?
I had to defeat him. A sudden attack. From behind.
I moved past him. The booming shakes dwindled. He fired them before him. His footsteps moved in circles like he scanned the garden for me. The roots penetrating my tunnel grew thicker. I neared a large tree. I changed direction until I was under it I touched its taproot with life magic. The trunk was wide. I hollowed it, killing the tree but allowing me to rise into it. Then I shaped a small hole, using an existing knot in the tree, and peered out.
An explosion boomed. Earth fountained in the air. Craters dotted the cavern as the mage paced back and forth, the shield of ash still surrounding him. He cast his gaze about, searching for me. I took a deep breath.
I would have to kill a Master Mage. This was a travesty. The Magery Council would call me a warlock for this act. I froze in the tree. What was I doing? I joined Angela and her quest so I could prove to the council I had the skill to be a master mage.
Killing Yolun wouldn’t help with that.
But if I did nothing, Angela and my friends would be captured by the Doge. He had to know we were robbing him. I don’t know how. Had the Doge’s guards captured Xera and Minx sneaking to the Great Vault? Xera was skilled, and the rogue appeared competent, but mistakes could be made.
The tree’s trunk creaked and swayed as Yolun detonated another swath of the garden. Shrapnel struck his ash shield. The whirling particles ground it to dust, adding more strength to the shield. He was skilled.
I couldn’t kill him. But I could incapacitate him.
Ideas flashed through my mind. It would have to render him unconscious. And swiftly. A blow to the head might kill him. I could choke him, but then an even simpler plan crossed my mind. If I changed the composition of the air around him. Experiments had shown that a number of gases mixed together to create air, and only one of them was what humans needed to inhale to live.
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