The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Thrak – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth
“You don’t need her,” Thyrna purred into my ear, her naked body drapped against mine. Round breasts and hard nipples, the right pierced by a magic nullifying ring which perplexed Faoril. Hot cunt ground on my muscular thigh. We lay on her bed in her dim cabin aboard the Golden Hunger. “She’s so weak.”
The “she” was Faoril, my lover, sleeping on my other side, her flushed body cradled in my arm. She looked so beautiful sleeping, an errant curl of brown hair spilled across her cheek. “She’s not weak.”
Thyrna snorted. “I dominated her easily.”
“It looked like she was fighting when I entered.” I glanced at the rakshasa’s dark-brown face, a hungry glint in her eyes and curling her lips. She was dangerous, a tigress shapeshifter who feasted on sentient flesh. Tamed, for now.
It was an act, the next ploy in her bid to own me. Her hand stroked down my stomach to my groin, fingernails stroking slightly, just enough pressure to remind me she had claws. She could transform and try to rip my guts open.
Maybe she would succeed.
“Does she know how to worship this cock?” She seized it, stroking, teasing, trying to drive me wild. “Can this little human truly take your passion.”
“Yes.” The words came out in a growling rumble.
Thyrna laughed, cold. Her fingernail circled the throbbing tip of my dick. I groaned at the sensation coursing down my shaft. Her nail was sharp, rasping, scratching. It almost hurt. Almost.
Her tongue licked my earlobe. She bit. Chewed, teased. It was wild. I groaned at this stimulation. Her thumb rubbed across my cock’s crown, pressing harder before she stroked up and down my shaft.
“Has she really seen your passion unleashed? Your orc fury, berserker?”
“I have ravished her. I have taken her when my blood boiled.”
“Impaled her on this magnificent cock?” Disbelief sneered her words. “And you didn’t rip her in twain? I can take it. You don’t have to hold back your darkness with me. You don’t have to be afraid of breaking me. You’re like me.”
“What does that mean?”
“We are predators. We embrace our darkness. Revel in it. She has muzzled you. Turned you into her lapdog.”
“And I turned you into my pussycat.”
She hissed, her pupils narrowing into feline slits. She changed, orange fur, striped black, sprang from her skin, her face transforming feline. A tiger’s face. Claws sprouted from her fingers gripping my cock. Razor sharp. She could rip my cock off.
I didn’t flinch as she leaned in, her whiskers brushing my lips. I couldn’t afford to show a moment’s fear, or she would devour me and kill Faoril. Feline lips nuzzled at mine, a rough tongue licked. Her naked breasts, still smooth skin, rubbed against my chest. She purred, stroking my cock faster.
“This is my true form. Show me yours. I can see it hiding in your eyes. Slip from her leash and rage. Take me while your blood burns red hot.”
“You cannot survive me. I would rip your head off and then tear your entire crew into bloody pieces. The ship would run red.”
“Yes,” she purred, rubbing her hot cunt against me. “Yes, yes, yes. Do it. Free your beast and fuck me!”
She did not understand what she asked. My rages were beyond darkness. No mercy. No remorse. Only the most base emotions of fury and lust. I would kill anyone, even Faoril. I would rip, tear, cleave, devastate. Only death, exhaustion, or the satiating of my lust for sex would end the mad, berserker rage. And she wanted me to unleash it?
The bitch had no concept what she asked.
It lurked in the back of my mind, always there, ready to take over. The anger and lust stirred by her clawed hand stroking my dick. It swelled, howling to take over. It would destroy everything.
“Yes, let it out,” she purred between licks of my face. “Free it. Let me see the real you.”
Her tongue licked up my cheek, so hot and rough. Whiskers brushed my face. My dick throbbed in her hand. This damned rakshasa thought she could control me. Thought I wanted to be hers. To unleash my rage.
A snarl escaped my lips.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Free it.”
My arm, wrapped about the slumbering Faoril, lunged, jostling my lover. She groaned as I seized Thyrna’s furred neck. Her pussy humped wet against my thigh. Her eyes blazed. She had wanted this. I squeezed her throat and heaved the rakshasa’s onto her back. Breast jiggled. Her hand squeezed my dick.
“Fuck me,” she moaned as Faoril grunted, “Thrak?”
I mounted the pirate captain, her greedy hands guiding my cock to her sopping cunt. She swabbed the pierced tip up and down, the bone ring twisting, adding more pleasure. I snarled and rammed my dick into her.
“Fuck her,” Faoril moaned. “Ram your dick into her whore-cunt.”
I thrust into Thyrna’s snatch. Hot, silky flesh engulfed me. Ecstasy shot up my body as my balls smacked into her taint. Her thighs locked around me, her hips bucking to match my thrusts. Hungry purrs rumbled from her throat, spurring me to fuck her hard. To pound the whore’s cunt.
The bed creaked, groaned, protesting the force of my strokes. I slammed my dick hard and deep into her hot, wet flesh. She purred and howled, loving the violence of my thrusts. Her mouth opened, snarling with feminine passion. Her claws raked my back.
The burning pain scratching down my back only fanned my passion. I thrust harder and harder, grunting as I hammered her into the bed. My balls thwaked over and over into her. The pressure built in their depths, ready to explode.
“Yes, yes, show me the true you. Fuck me with your darkness. So good. Gods, yes.”
Only animalistic growls escaped my lips. Our flesh slapped together. Her breasts jiggled, hard nipples brushed my chest. She heaved and howled, they tight grip of her cunt massaged my cock, bliss bleeding through my body.
“Fuck the whore,” Faoril moaned, her fingers plunging into her pussy, frigging her cunt hard. Her back arched. “Take the pussycat’s cunt!”
I stared down at the rakshasa’s tiger face, mouth open, fangs flashing, as she howled and snarled her bliss. Whiskers twitched. The possessive lust in her slitted eyes swelled my anger. I hate fucked her, friction burning bliss down my cock.
“Cum,” I growled.
“Yes,” she mewled.
Her fingernails dug deep into my back. Hot blood flowed across my back. Her cunt spasmed abounding my cock, milking me. I rammed my dick into her spasming depths and unloaded.
Cum boiled out of my balls. It spurted out of my cock, shooting rapture through me. Every muscle in my body convulsed. Ecstasy fuzzed my vision and stabbed into the depths of my mind. I think embraced them, the satiated lust throwing back my rage, keeping it at bay.
Then I collapsed on her.
Thyrna nuzzled at my neck, fur tickling, tongue licking. She changed back to human, her fur retreating, soft lips kissing. She moved to my ear and whispered, “See, you don’t have to be afraid of the darkness. I can take it.”
Faoril, gasping in orgasmic delight beside us, was too caught in her pleasure to hear as I answered, “That wasn’t my darkness.”
Before she could answer, a sailor pounded on her door and grunted, “We’re approaching Hargone.”
Knight-Errant Angela – The Free City of Hargone
A day-and-a-half was enough time spent on a boat. Even with Sophia and her creamy, healing breast milk, I felt the ships rocking shifting the contents of my stomach. Twisting, heaving, spinning in ways not intended.
So I was glad when the sailors spotted Hargone. Glad to get off this ship. No more rocking. No more rolling. I was done with the Golden Hunger.
Until we recovered the next piece of the sword from the Mirage Garden and had to sail to Grahata. But we still had to find the Garden. To gain entrance, a sacrifice had to be made—an offering of nubile, female flesh to be added to the efreet’s demeaning harem.
I would be the offering. He could take me, allowing the rest of my party entrance, and then we would overpower him and liberate his women. I could not ask the sacrifice of anyone else. Sophia and I worked it out between bouts of seasickness.
She was eager to comfort those women kept as sex slaves for centuries.
The Golden Hunger slowed as it turned to dock on the west side of the wide Elpa River. Hargone spanned both sides, the rich to the east, magnificent estates. Gardens with lush trees and exotic plants painted green between white limestone buildings. The poorer half lived on the west bank, in mud-brick buildings built tight, creating a warren of streets.
“We stick together,” I said. “Bounty hunters may have already reached Hargone ahead of us.”
Xandra swallowed, her fingers playing with her skirt. Fear twinkled in her sapphire eyes. Chaun gave her a comforting smile. Behind them, Thrak grunted. His back was a bloody mess, oozing scratches left by the pirate captain.
My eyes fell on Minx. “That includes you.”
She gave me a huge grin. A suspicious grin. “Of course, Angela.”
“Xera, keep an eye on her.”
The elf nodded, the gold flecks in the four-leaf clover, tucked behind her ear, glinted as her ears twitched. “She won’t leave my sight.”
“I love being in your sight,” grinned Minx, her slim hips shaking, metallic-red eyebrows arching.
Captain Thyrna sauntered over, eyes hungry. “I expect more treasure, Madam Knight, to keep ferrying on your quest,” the woman purred. “Or there are other ways for me to reap my reward.”
My eyes narrowed as Thrak growled, a low, warning. I arched an eyebrow, not intimidated by the woman, and said, “I think staying in our employee would serve you and your ship better.”
“Perhaps.” Her smile was all hungry teeth. “Safe travel in the desert.” Then she turned and ran her hand across Thrak’s belly as she passed him.
Faoril bristled. Her muttered words did not reach my ears.
I studied the pirate captain. Could she be trusted? No. But who else could be? The bounty on our heads staggered me. So much gold. After we slew Dominari, what was in store for our futures? A life as fugitives? There would be no glory or full knighthood for me, no returning to the cloistered life of her temple for Sophia. Faoril had lost her chance to wear the black robes of a master mage. Thrak and Xera could return to their homelands, and Minx could vanish into any city’s populace. Chaun and Xandra would forever be moving, never stopping to build a life for themselves.
All because an Oracle’s prophecy entwined their fates with mine. How could I ever repay them?
I dwelled on those thoughts as the Golden Hunger maneuvered to the piers jutting into the river. Sailors cursed as they grunted while Captain Thyrna snarled her orders. Thick cables, made of several ropes braided together, were thrown to the dock where ebony-skinned, bare-chested dockworkers caught them and tied them to the pier’s piling.
The gangplank ran out. I felt Thyrna’s greedy eyes on me as I crossed the deck, my pack slung over my shoulders. I tightened the grip on my shield. Thyrna would have to be dealt with. But she was a problem for another day. Today, we had to find a caravan to guide us through the desert sands to where we could enter the Mirage Gardens.
I took the lead as we descended the gangplank, stepping into the pier. Nice, solid, unmoving ground. The sun’s heat beat down on me as we headed forward into the cacophony of the docks. Strange spices perfumed the air. The farther from the river, the hotter it grew. Minx asked questions, seizing workers and barking at them, getting confusing answers back.
But she understood and led us into Hargone. We navigated the streets. The buildings all looked the same, beige mud bricks. There were no doors, at least none made of wood. Heavy blankets, each woven with colorful patterns, hung in the door frames or were thrown back, held by hooks, to keep them open.
The caravan owner’s estate was surrounded by a wall made of the same mud brick as the other buildings, but had a gate made of wood with a door inset in it. I knocked hard. Twice. Finally, a servant opened it, a doe-eyed Halanian girl, wearing transparent silks, her dark flesh bleeding through the lavender fabric, that brought an appreciative murmur from Thrak and Chaun. And Sophia.
She informed us her master was already in the desert.
And so was the second and third caravan owner we tried. The merchants wanted to make money, and they did not do that by staying in town no matter how much it inconvenienced us. The day wore on, growing hotter and hotter.
“This is going to take all day,” Sophia groaned, her face flushed. She waved a hand before her face. “Slata’s cunt, it stinks.”
“It does,” Xandra nodded, her face wilted by the heat.
“Esh-Esh,” Xera said, the elf standing straight. The elements never affected her. “You cast that spell to find Faoril.”
“Right,” groaned Sophia. “I forgot.”
“Divination is the purview of the divine,” Faoril commented.
“You sound envious,” Sophia said as she loosened her robes.
Faoril shrugged.
“Look away, boys.” Sophia fixed Chaun a hard stare.
“I’ve seen it all before.”
“Chaun, don’t be rude,” Xandra said, giving her husband a pointed look.
“But you can look,” winked Sophia at Xandra as her naked, pale body came into view, breasts small and firm, nipples hard, begging to be played with.
I wanted to suck them.
Sophia slid the fingers of both her hands down her fleshy stomach to her shaved pubic mound. She let out a purring moan while Thrak and Chaun, prodded by his wife, turned away. Xera’s cock hardened as she watched Sophia spread her thighs apart, exposing a plump, wet vulva, clit peeking out.
Her fingers found the pink nub, circling it. A soft, husky moan escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her breasts rose and fell. She moaned again, circling her clit faster. Her tart juices perfumed the air, mixing with the spicy aroma.
“Saphique, yes,” she moaned, “thank you for this gift.”
Minx, letting out a hungry moan, fell to her knees, opened her mouth, and engulfed the tip of Xera’s cock. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as her small hands stroked the big dick. Xera’s large breasts heaved, and her ears twitched.
“Las’s cock, that’s a sight,” groaned Chaun.
“Don’t look,” Xandra moaned, her voice thick with passion, eyes locked onto Minx’s sucking mouth.
I understood. A juicy warmth suffused my pussy. Cream trickled down my thighs. I watched Sophia masturbate, my eyes flicking between her fingers stroking her clit and her hard, pink nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned, thrusting a pair of fingers deep into her cunt. Her back arched. Those nipples waved.
I leaned down and latched on. My chainmail plainclothes clicked as I sucked on her nub. She gasped louder as my tongue circled her areola between sucks. My free hand stroked up her side and cupped her other breast, squeezing the firm mound.
“My Queen,” she sighed as I nibbled on her lush nub. “Mmm, there’s a nipple free for you, Xandra.”
“No, thank you,” squeaked the younger avian.
“Your loss.” Sophia said it with such a promising sigh that made me suck harder on her nub.
I pinched and pulled on her other nipple, my fingers rolling it. So hard between my digits. She gasped, her fingers making such obscene, juicy noises as she frigged herself harder. Behind me, Xera gasped while Minx purred as she sucked on the elf’s cock.
A crowd grew, men making obscene comments. They watched my slave, desiring her. “Look at the priestess. So lush.”
“I would love to hear her gasping on my cock.”
“Yours is too small. She would scream in ecstasy on my monster.”
My pussy clenched at the words they said about my woman. I pinched and rolled her nipple as my tongue licked up her breast to her neck. Sophia sighed, arching her neck, giving me access to her profile. I flicked my tongue up to her ear, nibbled on it as she groaned again.
“Do you hear their lusts, slut?” I hissed.
“Yes, my Queen,” she moaned, frigging herself even faster. The wet sounds of her fingers working in and out of her cunt excited me.
“I own you.” I squeezed her breast hard, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Don’t I, slut?”
“Yes! I’m your concubine.” Sophia shuddered and trembled. I could smell her tart juices flooding out of her cunt as she fingered herself.
“And if I told you to go and pleasure those men—if I sold your body to them—you would obey me.”
“I-I...” She trembled, her fingers pumping faster and faster. My pussy was on fire. This was so hot. I rubbed my chainmail loincloth into her thigh, grinding my clit and pussy lips against the metal links. “Oh, my Queen, I would. I would. I love my Goddess, but you own me.”
Sophia gasped. Her back arched as she sucked in a sharp breath. Her pleasure bubbled through her. An orgasm exploded in her depths even as her face twisted. The shame of her desire, to submit to me so thoroughly that she would allow her body to be used, humiliated, by men sent her plunging over the edge into bliss.
It was so hot. She was mine. I loved her so much. I never would make her break her vows to Saphique, but I knew I could. It was such a heady rush. My clit throbbed. My pussy clenched. And then the pleasure exploded inside of me.
I gasped as my juices flooded out of my cunt, staining my chainmail loincloth trapped between my thighs. I shuddered, the bliss shooting to my mind. I moaned into her ear, trembling against the woman I loved. I squeezed her breast as the ecstasy bathed my mind.
“Saphique, I pray that you find what I seek,” gasped Sophia, her body tingling with the divine power of her goddess. She ripped two fingers from her pussy. They were stained with her juices. She rubbed them on the nipple I had pinched, staining the pink nub. “Guide me with your loving wisdom.”
Breast milk beaded her nipple as she rubbed it. Sophia convulsed a second time, another orgasm bursting through her as she smeared the creamy droplets onto her pussy-stained fingers. She gasped and moaned, her hand suddenly leaping away, fingers pointing.
Guiding.
“That way,” she moaned as we both trembled in ecstasy.
Behind me, Xera moaned, “Matar’s cock, yes,” as she flooded Minx’s mouth with her elf cum.
Chaun
It was a relief to be inside the inn’s common room. The inn’s namesake, the splashing fountain in the center of the room, provided a modicum of cool air to fight the desert heat trying to pour in. The walls were open, allowing the breeze from the river to flow in as we knelt on pillows at the low tables.
Sophia’s spell had pointed true. She led us past four other merchant warehouses that we would have wasted our time on. At the fifth, belonging to Aswunt, we found a caravan departing in the morning. The merchant agreed to take us into the desert in exchange for providing his caravan with protection from desert tribesmen who found banditry cheaper than commence.
A willowy, black-skinned girl walked to our table wearing transparent, purple silks, her breasts bouncing. A lush, promising smile on her lips. I favored her with a bold grin, the form of the man she had a crush on dancing through her thoughts. I could slip into his appearance and enjoy the girl.
Xandra nudged my ribs. “Do not look at the shamefully dressed girl, my husband.”
“But she wants me to look,” I said, turning my grin to my wife. “That’s why she’s dressed like that. You can look, too.”
Xandra blushed and looked down at the table we sat around. The rest of the party, save for Minx, ringed the table. I blinked, looking around the room for the halfling. More serving girls, dressed just as lovely as the first, moved through the room. Other patrons, mostly ebony-skinned Halanians, sat at similar tables, reclining on tasseled pillows, many smoking from hookahs, water pipes filled with tobacco, traded from the ‘Zakon Jungle across the Halani Desert.
“Where’s the halfling?” I asked.
Angela scowled as she looked around. “Xera?”
“She is speaking with the local thieves to find out if any bounty hunters are in town,” the elf answered, reclined back on her pillows, the tip of her hard dick pointing over the table.
Minx was gone. I smiled. She wasn’t around to monopolize Xera’s cock. It was the last night the elf would have it. Tomorrow, it would be gone until next month. I glanced at my wife as she knelt on a purple pillow, picturing her lithe form writhing against the busty elf.
It was far hotter than bedding the Halanian serving girl.
I was patient, sipping my chilled wine—a dark, fruity vintage—and eating the dates, stuffed figs, and goat cheese that made up our supper. Xandra giggled at the cheese as she nibbled on it, delight in her eyes.
When Xera stood up to use the necessities, I followed and caught up with her in the side corridor.
“Yes, Chaun?” she said, pausing outside the washroom. Hargone had invented plumbing a millennia ago. “What do you want?”
“For you to come to my room tonight,” I grinned, leaning against the wall. “My wife is most keen to enjoy your cock. I would love to share her with you.”
“Xandra?” Xera arched her eyebrows. “And aren’t Avians committed to the sanctity of marriage? I know I would never violate my people’s martial customs.”
“You sleep with every woman you can stick your dick in.”
“But they are not hermaphrodites. I cannot impregnate them, so it is not cheating.” Xera smiled. “The duel-sexed races have such ... quaint marriage customs. Like the Avians.”
“You’re not a man. You only have a cock. She’s already been with Sophia.” I grinned. “She enjoyed it. And she cannot stop looking at your dick. Haven’t you noticed?”
Xera’s ears twitched, her four-leaf clover glittering. “I have. Everyone looks though.”
“Show up, and we shall have a passionate night.”
“And she’s okay with it?”
“Absolutely.” My grin was perfect. No hint of my lie. Xandra would be burning with lust when the elf arrived.
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