Chapter 2: The Gorgon's Sex Toy

Fiona – Dev-Lek, The Kingdom of Haz

I screamed. The gorgon's dull-green hand muffled the sound.

My heart beat with terror. The gorgon Euryale had plagued the mining town of Dev-Lek for a week or more. Many miners were missing, presumed transformed into stone, and a half-dozen of the local prostitutes had also vanished.

That was different. Gorgons seduced and transformed men into living statues for them to always preen around. They did not abducted women. But Euryale was different. Earlier today, my spouses and I had rescued Eoshia and two missing prostitutes who were under Euryale's magical domination. Anger drove me out of the inn and right into the gorgon's hands.

Despite my fear, anger flashed through me. I couldn't get the image of Seamus and Eoshia writhing in bed together. I had seen him with many other women, a few even married, and yet it hurt seeing him with Eoshia. I wasn't sure who I was more angry with, Seamus for his womanizing ways or Eoshia for bedding him mere minutes after being reunited with her loving husband.

Didn't Eoshia know how much Feran loved her?

Didn't Seamus know how much I love him?

My sister was no better. Aoifa was inside being fucked by a disgusting monster called a barguest.

No. I couldn't focus on my husband and sister-wife. I was in real trouble. The gorgon had me. I shouldn't have stormed out of the inn. Feran warned me of the dangers, but I had just been so sickened by the sight of Eoshia writhing beneath Seamus.

"Don't fear, pretty one," Euryale purred as her snakes hissed. "Euryale won't harm a single hair on your pretty body."

I shuddered as the snakes adorning her hair rubbed against my cheeks, their tongues flicking out to brush across my body. I shuddered and struggled harder. I wasn't a weak woman. I was a twinborn witch. I had fought a dozen times, taking on monsters of all sorts.

Of course, normally I could speak so I could work my magic. That was difficult with Euryale's hand about my mouth.

I grasped her wrist, letting out a frustrated moan as I tugged. I poured all my betrayed hatred into prying off her hand. For a moment, her palm parted my lips and I managed to spit out a single word, trying to summon the spirits that were all around us.

"None of that," purred Euryale. "Euryale can feel your power. She is so happy you came. That is why she is here. She lured you. Euryale set out the bait, and you came running."

My eyes widened. Why did the gorgon want me?

"Euryale knows your turmoil. She can feel it. You've been betrayed by your man. She knows what that is like."

Her snakes wrapped around my head as she rubbed her chin against mine. They slithered through my long, auburn hair. Others pushed down the front of my robes. I gasped as one wrapped around my small breasts. My nipples hardened reflexively and I tried to ignore that hot shudder that ran down my body.

"Euryale knows that your husband is a pig."

Seamus was a pig.

"Eurayle was watching during the ambush. She witnessed him try to and take Eoshia right before you." Euryale tsked. "Such a pig. Do not worry. Euryale will help you. You shall help each other."

Her hand moved away. Euryale's lips latched onto mine before I could summon my spirits again. Her lips were soft and surprisingly sweet. Her golden eyes filled mine. Her black pupils were slitted like a snake.

My pussy itched as her forked tongue filled my mouth. The serpent wrapped around my breast flicked its tongue against my hard nipple. I couldn't help moaning against into her lips as I stared into the deep eyes.

"Fiona!" Seamus called again.

He had followed me out into the night. He was probably going to try and convince me to have a threesome with him and Eoshia. My spouses were always trying to make me break my marriage vows, whether with men, women, or monsters.

Seamus was such a lusty men he took pleasure from watching Aoifa writhe beneath man, woman, or monster.

Those golden eyes seemed to grow larger and larger. They filled my world. They swallowed me up and...

Darkness overtook me.

Seamus

I didn't find Fiona in the darkness. She probably hadn't even fled outside. She would know better than to go out here alone. There was a monster wandering around. She had probably found her room and was pouting because, once again, Aoifa and I were willing to have fun.

I stalked back to the inn. Fiona needed to grow up and abandon her childish views. There was so much fun she could be having. I loved the woman, her and Aoifa both, but she could be as irritating as rusty chainmail.

The inn was boisterous when I strode into the main door. Eoshia, her hair damp and in a high-necked dress, worked behind the bar with her husband. They were holding hands, sharing their love. Just because she experienced passion in my arms didn't make Eoshia forget her love for her husband.

I just gave her something her husband couldn't.

I looked around for Aoifa. The barguest had assumed his human form, sitting at a table with a collar and leash about his neck as he nursed his beer. Despite changing forms, he still had the same black, leathery hide and no hair. He stood out like a virgin in a whore house.

At the other corner, a group of miners cheered and hollered. I had a feeling I found Aoifa.

I strolled across the room, passing a prostitute with her tits hanging out as she lounged on the lap of a rough, dirty man with arms as thick as my thighs and a long, tangled beard. She cooed and laughed as he worked his fingers beneath her skirt.

"Get every drop out, whore," one of the men cheered. "Drink that barguest cum."

My cock throbbed. I joined the men. Aoifa lay naked on the table, pulling at the silver rings piercing her fat nipples. Despite being Fiona's twin, the pair were as different as night and day. Fiona had long, dark-red hair whereas Aoifa was black and short. Aoifa's breasts were large and round, Fiona's were only a small, though lovely, handful. Only their eyes were the same deep blue.

"There's my husband," moaned Aoifa as she shuddered on a Hazian's whore mouth. The black-haired, dusky-skinned strumpet had her lips locked to Aoifa's shaved pussy, licking out every drop of the barguest cum. "That monster's cock was amazing."

"Sorry I missed it."

Aoifa smiled, her eyes flicking to the bar and Eoshia. "Oh, you're not sorry."

"A little," I answered as I watched her. If Fiona wanted to pout in her room all night, Aoifa and I were more than willing to have fun without her.

"She your wife?" one miner asked, giving me a look.

"For the last year," I grinned. "She's a saucy wench. Keeps me and my other wife on our toes."

"Two wives?" another man said, shaking his head. "One's bad enough. They don't let you have anyone fun."

"That's Fiona," groaned Aoifa as she shuddered. "I'm fun."

The miners laughed and I grinned at my wife.

"Oh, damn. This whore knows her way around pussy. Keep licking right there, and it'll be more than barguest cum flooding your mouth."

My wife's breasts jiggled as she writhed on the whore's mouth. Aoifa grabbed the whore's dark hair and held the slut against her pussy. Aoifa's blue eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched and the table creaked beneath her bucking body.

"Saphique's hungry mouth," Aoifa moaned, "devour my pussy slut! By the gods, yes!"

"Look at that slut go!" laughed a miner. "I want to pull on those big rings until she explodes."

"You'll have to wait in line," Aoifa purred.

"Oh, yeah?" the miner growled. He grabbed my wife's nipple ring and tugged. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she quaked and shook on the table, another orgasm rippling through her as the miner man-handled her tit.

"Seamus," Aoifa moaned. "Teach this cocksucker how to wait in lines."

"Who's Seamus?" the miner asked.

I grabbed the miner's wrist in a crushing grip. His hand spasmed opened and released Aoifa's tit. The man turned on me. He was a big brute—all the miners were—with ropy muscles across his chest and arms and a fat gut jiggling before him. Dirt stained his face and hands.

"Who in damnation are you?" he bellowed.

"My husband," Aoifa smiled.

My fist slammed into his face. It was a satisfying punch. He reeled back and crashed into two of his friends. All three collapsed to the floor, spilling foamy beer across the wooden boards. Other miners cheered and laughed.

The man I punched let out a loud snore.

"One punch," Aoifa purred, reaching out to grab the waistband of my leather pants and pull me closer. "Nicely done, husband of mine."

Her lips met mine in a hot kiss, her naked thighs wrapping around me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, wiggling as she humped against my crotch. My cock was an iron sword aching to be sheathed in her hot cunt.

Aoifa giggled as she broke the kiss, falling back on the table. She kept her legs wrapped around me, undulating against my crotch and making her tits jiggle. "I'm so sorry, boys, but a wife must satisfy her husband first."

The miners roared as she winked at them.

"You married a whore," laughed a miner.

"I'm no whore," objected Aoifa, her lips pouting. "I don't charge. I'm a slut. A wanton woman that loves cock."

"After I'm done fucking your wife, she won't want your little dick," another miner boasted.

"Trust me, no man has yet compared to what my husband packs," Aoifa grinned as she unlaced my pants. "But I keep looking."

"You'll never find it," I boasted. "No man fucks as good as I do."

I glanced at Eoshia at the bar. Her cheeks were red and she looked down, pretending to wipe up a spill. Aoifa's hands pulling out my cock brought my attention to my wanton wife. She rubbed my shaft up and down on her pussy. She was hot and wet.

"Fuck me, husband of mine," she purred. "Get me all wet and slippery for the miners."

"You are such a naughty wife," I growled as I thrust into her hot depths.

Her youthful face contorted. A shudder ran through her body as I sank into her sheath. Her wet folds tightened about my cock. There was only one other cunt that felt tight in all the same places. It was the other way Fiona and Aoifa were the same.

"Pater's cock, that's wonderful," moaned Aoifa. "My husband's big dick puts you all to shame."

"We'll see," boasted a miner as I drew back and slammed into my wife.

"I'll try not to laugh," Aoifa giggled, "when I see your itty bitty cock."

I leaned over her, the table rocking beneath us. "You are driving them wild with lust."

"I want to be fucked hard over and over," she moaned.

"We're here to kill a gorgon."

"Don't be like Fiona," Aoifa groaned, her hips bucking up into my hard thrusts. "Just fuck me and love me, husband of mine."

I smiled down at her. She seized my shoulder-long, red hair and pulled me down for another hot kiss. Her body was lithe beneath me and her pierced nipples rubbed against my bare chest. Her fingers clawed at my back as she growled into our kiss.

"Gods, what a woman," I groaned when I broke the kiss. My thrusts were deep, plunging strokes. I sank in fast then drew out slow, letting her pussy grip my shaft. She shuddered beneath me every time, her pussy clenching as her pleasure grew.

I glanced at the bar again. Eoshia watched, her hands clenched to her breasts. I gave her a smile before turning back to my wife. I squeezed Aoifa's heavy tit as my strokes grew faster and faster. Her face was twisted with passion.

"So good. Slam that big cock in me, husband. Show these miners how to fuck a lady." "No ladies here 'cept Eoshia," laughed a harlot.

"Look at his ass go," another whore giggled. My pants were pulled down and a soft, feminine hand squeezed my butt. "Mmm, that is a gorgeous ass." "Oh, yes."

"He fucks her so hard," sighed the first harlot.

"I'll fuck you just as hard, Devia," grunted a miner.

"Is it as hot for you as it is for me feeling all their eyes on us?" Aoifa whispered into my ear. Her pussy clenched on my cock. "It makes me so hot. I love all these eyes lusting after me."

"Yes," I groaned. I could feel Eoshia's eyes on my ass. The married beauty was replaying our tryst in her mind, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

"Oh, gods," Aoifa moaned beneath me. "Slata's cunt, yes. My husband knows how to wield his cock!"

Her fingernails dug into my back as her pussy writhed about my cock. She bucked and spasmed beneath me. I slammed into her harder. She gasped every time I bottomed out, her fingers scratching me as her passion groaned from her lips.

"Cum in me, husband of mine! Lube me for all these filthy miners! Oh, gods, yes! I'm going to fuck them all!"

"Dirty slut," I groaned as I slammed into her. "You want me to watch?"

"Gods, yes!"

I slammed into my wife and filled her pussy with cum. My back arched as the pleasure pulsed out of me. I groaned and shuddered as I writhed atop her. Blast after blast of my cum filled her pussy. The first load of many.

"Damn, that was a good fuck, husband of mine," Aoifa grinned. "Mmm, by the gods, I love you."

"I love you, too," I sighed as I nuzzled her neck.

"You've had your fun," a miner shouted. "Let us have a poke at your sweet wife."

I grinned and pulled out. "She's all yours. Fuck her hard. She'll love it."

Aoifa gasped as the first miner mounted and slammed his cock into her. I sat down at a table. A whore strolled up. I smiled; she was one of the two we rescued this afternoon. She was dressed now, her thin clothing clinging to a lush body.

"Eoshia sent this over," she purred, a smile on her lips. "She thinks you might be thirsty."

"Mightily," I grinned and took the tankard, taking a deep pull of the rich ale.

The whore sat across my lap. "Did you fuck her?"

I winked at her and she giggled. "You are a stud. Did I ever thank you for saving me?" "Nope."

"The night's still young," she promised as she nibbled on my ear.

I took another deep pull and watched Aoifa gasp and writhe beneath the miner. My cock found a second wind as I watched, and soon the whore was on her knees bobbing her mouth up and down while I watched my beautiful bride enjoy her evening with man after man.

A pity Fiona had retired early.

Fiona

I drifted through darkness. I wasn't asleep. My sleep was deeper to unconsciousness and yet somehow closer to wakefulness. I was almost aware as I was carried. The hiss off serpents and the rasps of scales rubbing on scales was just beyond my hearing. Sounds echoed around me, long and deep. I was underground, being carried by Euryale.

I should be afraid, but there were no emotions in the darkness. My anger at Seamus and Eoshia had vanished. My fear at what terrible plans Euryale had for me dissipated. Even the strange lusts the monster had awakened with her kiss had faded away.

There was only me and the darkness and the distant sounds.

I seemed to drift for an eternity in Euryale's arms. Her voice crooned across the vast expanse of creation separating us. This darkness was so primordial. I drifted through the vast sea of chaos and nothingness that birthed Pater and Mather. The first two gods had been entwined in passion. From their union was birthed our world, the sky, the stars, the sun and moon. Every animal and plant, and the two goddess Saphique and Slata.

I was back at the beginning before there was any strife or betrayal. Before Pater broke his marriage vows to Matar and took his daughter Slata as his new bride. Before Matar, envious of Pater's cock, fashioned one for herself.

I wanted to stay here. Seamus and Eoshia couldn't hurt me here. I couldn't witness love betrayed. But then you would be alone, a voice seemed to whispered from the depths of my soul. Would you never want to see Seamus and your twin sister again?

For once, a memory of an emotion twinged through me. I could not say what it was. It was too ... faint, too primitive.

"Awaken." Euryale's command crashed through the emptiness. It was a spoken word, but a projection of her force.

My eyes opened from my trance.

I lay on a bed in a dimly let cave. It was cool and dry. Candles burned around the bed, their flickering light painting deep shadows in the creases of the sheets I lay on. I was naked, my hair unbraided and spread about my small breasts. Three statues of naked men surrounded the bed, their cocks all hard before them.

Euryale's victims.

Kneeling on the floor were five Hazian women. The missing prostitutes all writhed naked on the cave floor, their breasts heaving as they kneaded those mounds, and their mouths open with bliss as they fingered their pussies. Beneath the scent of wet earth, I caught the perfume of their hot pussies. Their eyes were glazed over, enslaved by the gorgon somehow.

I swallowed. Would I meet their fate?

No. My mouth was free. I could command my spirits.

"Good," a voice hissed from the shadows. "Euryale is pleased you are awake, Fiona."

"So pleased," cooed the five women in unison. They were enchanted. It reminded me of a mage's work, using the element of life to control the prostitutes.

First, I would bind the prostitutes so they would not interfere, then I would handle the gorgon. "Come to me spirits," I cried out, my voice echoing back, "and aid me. Bind these women and keep them safe."

The spirits did not rise out of the floor. My stomach knotted. Spirits were everywhere and in everything. My gaze cast around. There were no spirits in this place. No Evocation, Enhancement, Abjuration, Conjuration, or Transformation spirits danced through the air. Painted on the walls were symbols written in the arcane tongue.

"You're a mage?" I gaped.

"Euryale has been taught the arcane arts," hissed the gorgon.

"I doubt the new Collegiate Tower takes gorgons," I said, my heart racing faster. I scanned around. A curtain of silk covered a section of the cave wall. It rippled. There was an opening behind the curtain. My freedom.

"Euryale did not study with the uptight mages." The gorgon stepped out of the darkness. She was still naked. Her silver serpents undulated about her face. One wrapped around Euryale's throat and another wrapped around a heavy breast, the forked tongue flicking at her nipple.

Heat flushed through me.

"Then how do you know magic?" Only the Collegiate Tower at the city of Esh-Esh taught mages. The Magery Council of Thosi was jealous of their knowledge since they arose, stamping out other centers of practice.

"Euryale was a diligent student of Mage Liasil." A sad hiss entered Euryale's voice. The gorgon reached a stone statue, stroking the muscular, granite body. "Liasil showed Euryale so many things. She taught Euryale marvels. They shared everything, but Liasil..."

A tear ran down the gorgon's cheek.

"But now Euryale has found you."

"You are so fortunate," the five women moaned together. Their bodies twisted. They came together, gasping and panting.

"Euryale shall love you as fiercely as she loved Liasil." The gorgon stepped to the bed. I pulled up my legs, tucking them into a ball as the Gorgon sat on the edge of my bed. Her golden eyes fixed on mine. "Euryale searched for you for years. So alone."

"Did Liasil ... die?" I asked, my throat tight. My eyes burned. Was I feeling pity for this monster?

"Euryale does not age, but humans do. Liasil was talented. She extended her life to stay with Euryale for as long as she could." The gorgon's hand slid across the silk sheet to brush mine. "But it wasn't enough. She left Euryale alone."

"She ... died... ?" My voice cracked. I turned my hand to grasp Euryale's and gave her a squeeze.

The gorgon nodded. Her tears fell faster. "Euryale was all alone. And then she saw you." The gorgon's slitted eyes lit up, staring into mine. "You were outside a dark tower writhing in the embrace of an invisible spirit."

My cheeks blushed. I thought only my spouses had witnessed that. The air elemental had given me pleasure. I had tried to fight it, but I couldn't help giving in. Seamus had watched, eager to see me break my marriage vows for his pleasure.