Chapter 1: Hot MILF Delight

Aoifa – Khan, The Kingdom of Haz

Flirting with dwarves was a waste of time.

I sat in the Khazaz Mekon, one of fifteen bars that catered to the dwarf garrison of the fortress of Khan, the mighty entrance that led to Modan, the dwarves subterranean kingdom which lay beneath the Lesh-Ke Mountains. Five dwarves sat with me. They weren’t unattractive despite their shorter stature. They were solidly built with impressive beards that I imagined would feel wonderful pressing on the shaved lips of my pussy.

And their hands. As large as a man. Each had the strength of my husband, and he had twice their height. I had hoped the dwarves would ravish me. All five of them at once would make my evening.

I wiggled on the bench, my vest half-unlaced to show off my large, pillowy tits, hoping they would take note. They didn’t. I flirted, I hinted, I blandished. I grew more bold, touching them, intimating how wet they made me.

They didn’t care. The stories were true—dwarves hated sex.

At least their men did.

“Gods, woman, leave off,” one of the dwarves, I think his name was Kheth. His voice was a gravelly rumble. “We have no interest in you even if we weren’t honestly married.”

“You’re as whorish as our wife,” another said, his beard russet.

“Yes, Ekharia is insatiable,” groaned the third. “I am glad we are on this deployment.”

“Aye,” a fourth nodded, hefting his mug. “Here’s to Dhorkhen and Magoth surviving Ekharia’s insatiable appetites. Let them please our wife.”

“Wait, you’re all married to Ekharia?” I gaped.

“She’s an insatiable wench,” the first dwarf nodded. “Married seven of us and we can barely keep her satiated when we are home.”

“Disgusting, but it’s our husbandly duties.”

“Seven husbands?” I blinked. “And you hate fucking her? Is she ugly?”

“No, she’s a beauty.” The dwarf with the russet beard took a drink. “But there’s so much better things t’ do than fuckin’.”

“Like?” I asked in shock.

“Workin’ our crafts and doin’ our duties as soldiers. That’s why we’re here. We drew lots t’ see which of us would have t’ suffer and stay b’hind.”

“Pater’s cock,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. Fiona must love this place.

Fiona was my twin sister and wife. And she was far more prudish than our husband Seamus and myself. We rarely could convince her to have sex outside our triune marriage. Usually, she had to be very horny or very drunk, and she rarely achieved either.

She was happy with just making love to Seamus and myself.

Now, I loved my husband and sister-wife dearly, but the same diet was stale. Seamus understood. We were always looking for new flesh to enjoy. It was a chore to sneak from Fiona’s wrathful gaze. No wonder she wanted to stay here.

“It’s central to the mountains,” Fiona had claimed when she broached the topic. “The summer solstice approaches. A time of power. We may be called in any direction.”

She just wanted to visits a spot where she didn’t have to worry about Seamus and me. I knew my husband would fuck a dwarf woman—they were said to be attractive, if short—but there were so few dwarf females that their men kept them safely underground.

No pussy for him, no cock for me. What was the point in drinking in a bar?

I finished my drink and sighed, heading to the room. Well, it was always fun licking Seamus’s cum out of my twin sister’s pussy. If I couldn’t have a new experience, I would find satisfaction in the arms of my spouses.

My hips rolled in my leather pants as I crossed the room. It was a habit, an exaggerated sway to attract the eyes to my curvy ass in the skin-tight pants. Not a dwarf watched. They were all too busy drinking and grumbling about their wives.

I mounted the steps of the inn to our room. Humans were normally not allowed to stay here, but we formed a Triad, and the dwarves respected our sacred mission to protect the Lesh-Ke Mountains from the many monsters and threats that infested it.

I reached the second floor and walked to our door. A woman moaned inside.

I smiled; Seamus and Fiona were getting hot and wild. My pussy itched and my nipples hardened. I unlaced my vest, letting my heavy tips, my nipples pierced by silver rings, spill out. I pulled on one, savoring the hot thrill as Fiona moaned again.

I stepped into the room.

They were not having sex. Seamus sat on the bed looking bored as Fiona swayed on the floor in a trance.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“She’s been in the trance for a quarter hour. She keeps moaning. It must be something important.”

“You don’t sound concerned,” I said. “Or even excited.”

“Oh, I was excited,” Seamus started. “At first.”

Fiona’s trances were rare. In the year since we married and began our protection of the mountains, she had precisely two. The last one had been to stop an outbreak of poltergeist. But her trances had not last long, only a few minutes.

“I don’t think she’s ever getting out of this one.”

I sat down on the bed beside him. He was naked, his cock soft on lying on his thigh. He was a big man, his body muscled from swinging a sword and wearing armor. His wild, red hair tumbled about his shoulder.

“Strike out on the dwarves?” he grunted.

I nodded, my hand sliding down to rub at Seamus’s cock. “Fiona was right.”

Seamus laughed. “She tricked us.”

I grinned, my eyes fixed on my sister-wife in her white robes. Her auburn hair, gathered in a braid, swayed as she shook. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she communed with the spirits. She was a twinborn witch, blessed to command the unseen spirits of the world.

It was a great power and demanded that she protect the mountains of Lesh-Ke. Seamus and I were her protectors. I was her twin, my destiny tied to hers, and Seamus was the paladin that won her heart and the honor of guarding her.

My hand stroked his hardening cock. “We’re going to have another adventure. Get excited.”

He groaned. “It’s exciting feeling your hand on my cock.”

I opened my mouth to speak when Fiona let out a gasp and fell back. Her slim body trembled. Despite being twin sisters, we were not identical. My breasts were far larger, my body curvier, and my hair darker.

Fiona’s blue eyes opened. “Something terrible has happened to the southeast. A great crime has been committed to nature. Aoifa, get your map. You can jerk our husband off later.”

Seamus groaned and I sighed. “Yes, wife of mine.”

I leaned over and pulled my map of the Lesh-Ke mountains from my saddlebag and unrolled it. Khan lay in middle of Miliiath Pass, the only pass through the Lesh-Ke Mountains, connecting the fledgling Magery of Thosi to the Northeast with the Kingdom of Haz to the south. All the roads of the mountains led from here.

I glanced at the map. “To the southeast is the village of Shesh.”

Fiona shook her head. “This did not happen in a village.”

I kept tracing. Beyond the village was a strange mark in the midst of a copse of woods. I frowned, struggling to remember what all the markings meant. The map was gifted to me by Morgana, an ancient woman that had once been a part of a Triad.

“There’s a dryad to the southeast,” I said, the marking finally coming back to me.

“She’s in trouble,” Fiona declared. “We must leave at first light.”

Fiona – Shesh, The Kingdom of Haz

“Something’s going on in the village,” Aoifa reported, rising up on Scathach, her black mare.

“Not surprising,” Seamus noted, his chainmail clinking with every step of his warhorse. “The dryad doesn’t live far from here.”

I nodded in agreement. “Ready our blade, husband of mine,” I said. I clutched tightly to the reins tightly as Whitesocks, my horse, snorted. Around me, the spirits danced, agitated by what happened even a day and a half later.

“They have torches. It’s a mob,” Aoifa said. “They must be spooked.”

“Our first job it to ease their fears,” Fiona said. “Let them know a Triad is here. They do not have to risk their lives. They are not equipped to fight anything that could harm a dryad.”

Seamus nodded and healed strider. He pulled a war-horn, made from a twisted ram’s horn, a gift for defeating an ogre marauding a village two months past. It resounded with a deep, rumbling note, announcing his presence as he galloped ahead.

I spurred Whitesocks to follow, the spirits dancing around me in eager excitement. Aoifa was at my side, her large breasts bouncing in her leather vest. Her lithe legs were clad in tight leathers that hugged her rear. Many throwing daggers dangled from her clothing, ready to be used.

The mob turned, their frenzied shouts dying away as Seamus sounded his horn again. With his wild mane of red hair flowing behind him, he cut a gallant figure in his mail. A Paladin of Gewin, a man trained from birth to fight monsters.

The crowd parted before him. The Hazian villagers stared at him in awe, their torches and makeshift weapons lowering. I galloped in behind him, Aoifa reining in on our husband’s opposite side.

“A twinborn witch,” called someone from the crowd. “A Triad.”

“You’ll save my daughter,” a mature woman shouted, breaking from a heavily muscled man and grasping Seamus’s boot. “The dryad’s taken her. My daughter’s our village’s hope.”

“The dryad?” I gasped in shock, glancing at Aoifa. No dryad would ever harm another. They were the gentlest, most peaceful creatures of the wild mountains. Aoifa gave me a sharp look.

“Please, sir paladin, you must save her.”

“Of course we shall,” Seamus proclaimed.

“What has happened?” I asked, dismounting. The woman didn’t answer. She sobbed against Seamus’s boot, overcome by a mother’s fears.

Aoifa dismounted and joined me as I strolled forward. The villagers stared at me in worshipful awe, moving away from me. All who lived in the mountains knew of the Triads. Though our people, the Tuathan, had lost much of the mountains to the Hazians, my spouses and I would still protect them.

I turned to the man whose face was twisted with fear. He was a large man, no doubt the village blacksmith, his arms thicker than my thighs and marred by puckered scars—burns from the forge. His hair was graying as he entered his middle years.

“Good sir, tell me,” I said. “Why do you think a dryad has taken your daughter?”

Seamus

I dismounted. The woman threw herself at me, her arms around my neck as she cried. She was a motherly woman, her figure curvy and warm against me. Her face, though marred with grief, still carried the beauty of her youth framed by curling-black ringlets of hair only slightly touched by gray.

“You’ll save her?” she demanded.

“Of course,” I told her.

The crowd of villagers pressed in on my wives as they spoke to the woman’s husband. They all stared at Fiona with awe. Twinborn witches were a rarity, one was only born to the Tuathan every few generations. Even the Hazians revered her.

“Come on,” I said, putting my mailed arm around the scared mother. My chainmail clinked as I led the woman to the nearby house attached to an open air forge.

“Please,” she begged, her body shaking. Her dress was cut low. Her charms were ample. Older women always had their appeal. They were knowledgeable and knew what they wanted out of a man. Particularly the married ones.

I stepped through the door and closed it behind us. The sounds of the villagers commotions died down. Fiona would find out what was going on and whom we needed to go and fight. Until then, I would enjoy myself.

“Relax,” I told her. “I swear I will rescue your daughter.” And if she is half the beauty as her mother, it would be a great pleasure.

“Thank you,” she gasped, a grateful smile crossing her lips.

I unbuckled my belt and set my sheathed sword on a table before the hearth. My chainmail fell loose, hanging off my shoulders. The belt helped to distribute some of the weight onto my hips as much as to keep it snug against me.

I pulled off the mail and dumped it on the table in a loud clatter.

“What are you doing, sir paladin?” she asked, her eyes staring at my muscular form.

“Proving how strong I am,” I grinned at her. “Putting your mind at ease that I have the skills to rescue your daughter.”

The woman swallowed as her eyes ran up and down my body. I had the pale skin of Tuathan, not the dusky-brown of a Hazian. I was strong, and numerous scars decorated my body, proof of the fights I had survived.

“You are very strong, sir paladin,” she agreed as I took a step towards her. “I know you’ll save my Viora.”

She backed away from me, her body trembling. Her breasts swelled her dress’s bodice as her breath quickened. It was such a lovely sight, stirring my cock in my leather pants.

“It is dangerous work though,” I told her. “Fighting a dryad will not be easy.”

“I know you can prevail,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You’re strong.”

“But a warrior needs motivation,” I said as she backed into the wall. She trembled like a maid despite her years. Her eyes were dark and her hips shifted. Her woolen dress clung to her curvy hips, promising delights beneath. “Something worth fighting for.”

“And is not the life of my daughter worth that, sir paladin?” she asked.

I stopped before her and stroked her cheek. “A worthy goal. But I do not know your daughter. I may not be able to fight with all my passion.” My hand slid lower. She shuddered. “Now, if I had some ... encouragement.”

“I thought you were a holy knight wed to the witch and her twin,” the woman said, a flush running up her neck to her cheeks. Her nipples dimpled her bodice. “Surely, you do not need encouragement for me? I am a mother and wife.”

“And why wouldn’t I need encouragement from a beautiful woman?” I asked. My fingers reached the nape of her neck, stroking down as I pressed closer, my chest almost pressing into her breasts.

Her hand reached out and touched my stomach. Her fingers were soft as they slid up. My dick throbbed in my trousers. She trembled and licked her lips again. She glanced to a small window where the crowds still spoke.

“You ask a great sacrifice of me,” she whispered. “I am married by a priest and priestess of Luben. I swore vows before the god of marriage.” Her hand stroked higher, touching my pecs.

“And surely a god can understand the bending of a vow to ensure your daughter’s safety.” My fingers moved lower, passing her collarbone to her chest, reaching for her cleavage. “Even your husband could understand that sacrifice.”

“And you would swear to Luben and all the other gods that you will return my daughter?” she asked.

“I will...”

“Alesha,” she supplied.

“I will, Alesha. Before Gewin, Pater, Luben, and all the other gods, I will save your daughter.”

Alesha let out a throaty purr, her desperate lusts set free, driving back her fear. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me hard. She attacked me with all the passion of a mature huntress who knew what she wanted. She was no shy maid.

Her pussy was wet and needed satisfying by a young buck. I was more than happy to tell her whatever lies she needed to unleash her passions.

I lifted her up. Her firm thighs wrapped around my waist as her tongue dived down my mouth. I carried her easily as she ground against me. My cock ached as the mature beauty moaned and gasped. My hands kneaded her ass, squeezing and relaxing as I carried her to the table.

I sat her down and pushed her back. She spread her body across the table, her large breasts pressing on her bodice. My fingers were skilled. I grinned as her dusky, large breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and eager to be played with.

“That’s the encouragement I need,” I grinned, squeezing her tits. “I’ll rescue your daughter and come back for seconds.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips undulating as I leaned over and sucked on a fat nipple. “Mmm, that’s it. You’re as old as my own sons. Mmm, suck on my nipples.”

I nipped and sucked harder, savoring her moans as my other hand undid the laces of my trousers. I pulled my cock out as I sucked. I loved her fat nipple in my mouth. They were one of the gods greatest creations.

The older woman moaned, her thighs around my legs. I pushed up her skirt, stroking her sleek thighs. I brushed the wet folds of her pussy nestled in trimmed pubic hair. She shuddered as I stroked up to her clit.

“Yes, fuck me,” she groaned. “I need it. Pound me. Show me your strength. Show me the strength that will save my daughter.”

I released her nipple. “Grab my cock and guide me in, slut.”

Alesha’s body shuddered.

“You haven’t been called slut in years,” I grinned at her.

“No,” she moaned. “Before I married, when I let a few of the boys take me, they called me slut.”

“You loved it. You’ve been burning to be one again.” Her hand grasped my cock, guiding me to her hot pussy. “You’ve been looking for a little excitement for a while.”

“Yes,” Alesha gasped as she rubbed my cock against her pussy, pressing it down to her opening. “I need to be fucked hard.”

I slammed into her pussy. Her hot, wet folds engulfed me. There was always something so exciting about fucking another man’s wife. A thrill. Back home, before I married Fiona and Aoifa, I had enjoyed my share of the older women of the valley.

I learned a lot from them.

“Gods, yes,” she moaned as I slammed my dick into her married pussy. The table creaked beneath me as I worked my dick through her hot tunnel. Her heavy tits jiggled while her face screwed in in pleasure. “Show me your strength. Your virility.”