Chapter 2: The Shaman’s Struggle

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Xandra – Baraconia, The Island of Birds

I blushed the moment I stepped into my room at the Pirate’s Noose, the inn in which we were staying the night in the city of Baraconia. It was the final shock of a day of shocks. Faoril was on her knees before the hulking, naked Thrak, his cock thrusting swarthy and hard before him thicker than my husband’s. Faoril’s pale, human hands looked so tiny wrapped about the monster as she opened her mouth and licked the tip.

Which was pierced by a bone ring like Thrak’s fearsome face.

“Oh, my,” I gasped, my heart fluttering rapidly in my chest, color blossoming in my cheeks.

It was only yesterday morning that we left my home at Black Glass Aerie and spent two days crossing the Collserola Jungle. My feet were sore from the walking, though Chaun’s singing helped with the exhaustion. It was so hot and sticky, the humidity trying to smother me. The aerie was above the jungle’s swelter, the constant breeze keeping the heat at bay. My skirt and sleeveless shirt clung to my body, the fabric molding to my small breasts.

I felt so exposed. Especially with Sophia giving me hungry looks, reminding me of our guilty tryst.

We had to camp in the jungle overnight. Watches were kept, though I heard lovemaking in the dark for those couples who weren’t on guard against couatls. I caught glimpses of naked bodies in the moonlight breaking through the high canopy. I feared every camp would be like this.

The next day we entered Baraconia itself. The city sprawled and sprawled before us. The halfling city had always been a blur on the horizon, a smudge standing out from the green of the jungle canopy and the blue of the Nimborgoth. It was immense and as suffocating as the jungle. Halflings and humans crowded the street. Couples sometimes rutted openly in windows or in alleys.

It was obscene.

We reached the Pirate’s Noose an hour before sunset, the group deciding to stay the night here and press on to the village of Llanes in the morning. I was famished, eager for dinner, but there were more obscene sights inside. Loose women, human and halflings, with their breasts hanging out, propositioning sailors crowding the common room.

“They’re prostitutes,” Chaun had laughed when he saw my shocked expression. He sat relaxed, leaned back in his chair, a roguish smile on his black lips, his violet eyes dancing with amusement. “Common in places like these”.

And now I had my last shock. I knew we were sharing rooms with Thrak and Faoril, but I did not expect them to be so open about their sex. There was no screen to give them privacy like there would be in the aerie. I had grown up with the sounds of sex, but not the sight.

“That’s it, little mage,” growled Thrak. “Work that mouth up and down my cock. Mmm, yes. You’re hungry for my cum, slut.”

Slut.

The words shivered through me. Chaun liked to call me such wicked, wanton words. And I enjoyed the feelings they sent through me. But to hear another woman be called that name while she sucked on a fat cock was too much. I shouldn’t be here.

Chaun pressed behind me. His codpiece rubbing on my ass while his arms encircled me. He nuzzled into my ear, brushing aside my sky-blue hair. I trembled, licking my lips as he nibbled on my lobe.

“Do you like his cock?”

“What?” I gasped at my husband’s words.

“You’re staring so hard.”

I shook my head, breaking my gaze away. “I only like your cock, my mate.”

It should be true. He was my mate. He was the only man for me. What I did with Sophia the day before yesterday was shameful, even if it pleased Chaun. I shouldn’t have done it. Yes, she was a woman, but it was so close to breaking my marriage vows.

And those were sacred, sworn to the God Luben during my dance.

“Are you eager for my cock?” he asked, his hand sliding down my belly to my skirt. His fingers toyed with the waistband. He dipped one in, brushing my pubic hair.

“Now?” I glanced at Thrak and Faoril. The mage had her mouth opened wide, swallowing his shaft as she stroked him. How could she do that? He was so thick she could barely fit him in her mouth. Despite that, she moaned as she sucked. “They’ll see us.”

“So?”

His hand pressed deeper, his fingers sliding through my curly pubic hair, crossing my pudenda, and reaching the top of my pussy. He brushed my hard clit. I gasped and trembled in his embrace. There was no hiding my arousal from Thrak’s cock.

I was a terrible wife.

“Doesn’t that excite you, Xandra? Doesn’t it make you wet that they’ll get to see you and you’ll get to see them.” He nibbled on my ear again, his finger stroking my clit. Such wicked, naughty delight shuddered through me.

“Chaun,” I protested, but his finger felt amazing on my clit. The flutters rippled through me. I bit my lip, fighting my moan as he rubbed harder. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t stop myself. Faoril’s silver nose piercing flashed in the room’s flickering candlelight as she blew the orc.

Then my gaze followed the sweep of her pale, naked shoulders. I caught the profile of a round breast topped by a hard, pink nipple. I licked my lips, remembering sucking on Sophia’s nipple. And then we had licked each other’s pussies.

What would Faoril taste like... ?

No.

“Chaun,” I groaned, squirming in his arms. I looked over my shoulder at my husband, breaking my gaze from Thrak and Faoril. “I ... I...”

He kissed me. His wonderful lips were on me. I trembled in his arms. I loved him so much. My race was like that. Avians mated for life. We were not like other species. We didn’t fall in love and then pursue our desires. We fell in love with the mate who took our virginity. A sacred bond that should never be trespassed.

So why was I full of wicked lusts for the other members of my group? Why couldn’t all my desires be for Chaun alone?

Our tongues brushed. His mouth tasted so wonderful. I felt his wiry muscles. He was lean and tall, like an Avian, but with that delicious, midnight-black skin and silvery hair. So exotic. So striking. He was a wonderful mate and lover.

My hips undulated, pressing back into his codpiece. I could feel his hard cock through the stiff cloth. He ached for me. He wanted me. And I wanted him. Not Thrak’s big, swarthy cock. I didn’t need it.

Just Chaun’s.

A shudder ran through me. I moaned into the kiss, trying to ignore the slurping sounds of Faoril’s blowjob and Thrak’s grunts. I focused on the finger. That wonderful finger stroking my clit, making me tremble in Chaun’s loving arms.

The orgasm was small, a quick ripple that left me aching and gasping. I trembled, my pussy clenching, aching for his cock. Juices trickled down my thighs. The heat of my passion for my husband rippled through me. I kissed him harder, thrusting my tongue into his mouth while I squirmed.

Chaun broke the kiss. “You love it.”

“I love you,” I answered, my breasts heaving. “You.”

He pulled his finger from my clit. It glistened in the candlelight. He pressed it to my lips. I sucked it greedily, savoring my sweet musk. My eyes fluttered. I wished it were his cock I was sucking, not his finger.

I twisted in his arms and fell to my knees before him, my hands unlacing his codpiece so I could get at his dick beneath. He smiled at me. “Feeling competitive? Do you need to prove that you can suck cock as good as Faoril?”

My cheeks warmed. “No.”

Was I though?

Faoril’s wet, sucking slurps and moans echoed through the room. She was so enthusiastic. Thrak grunted, calling her cum-slut and cock-whore. “You’re just a slut for cum. You need it. Want it.” And she moaned. She enjoyed those words.

I pulled out my husband’s cock. It was big enough. It throbbed in my hand. My pale fingers could hardly wrap around the black shaft. Precum glistened at the tip, a beading drop begging to be licked. I gathered it with my tongue, savoring the salty flavor as Chaun groaned.

“That’s it. My little, slutty songbird. Suck my cock.”

“Songbird?” I asked.

“My songbird. You sing so sweetly, especially when you’re cumming.”

I blushed, but I liked it. I licked his dick again, bringing another moan from my husband, and then my mouth engulfed his cock. I stroked his base as I sucked, remembering all the things he taught me about sucking cock, keeping my teeth back, swirling with my tongue, loving him. It was all about enthusiasm.

“Make me believe you love my cock more than anything,” he whispered the long night of our first mating when we had made love over and over.

I stared up into his violet eyes as I sucked his cock. I loved him so much. He was mine. He chose me despite my deformity. I couldn’t become a bird, and he did not care. He accepted my dance. I inflamed his lusts.

His hand stroked through my sky-blue hair. I shuddered, loving it as I bobbed my mouth, taking more and more of his dick. My pussy itched between my thighs. I ignored it, pressing my thighs tight together, and kept sucking his dick. It was all that mattered right now. I had to make him cum. I had to make him explode into my mouth.

My left hand fondled his balls. So full of his salty cum. Behind me, Thrak grunted and Faoril noisily swallowed. My pussy itched more. I wanted to look away from Chaun, to see what they did next, but I wouldn’t.

I would prove to him, to myself, that it was his cock I needed. Nothing more.

“That’s it, my songbird whore. Suck my dick. You’re eager for my cream. Need to soothe that throat with thick, salty jizz.”

I moaned my answer about his dick. I fondled his balls and stroked his shaft. I bobbed my mouth, his dick brushing the back of my throat. I sucked so hard as I slid back up its length until only the crown remained. I swirled my tongue about it, bringing a wonderful groan from his lips, and then bobbed down again.

“Oh, you are still so hard,” Faoril moaned. “Ram that big, thick dick into me. My pussy is so hot. So juicy. Sucking your cock made me so wet. Fuck me. I need it. Stretch out my cunt with that big, thick dick.”

My pussy clenched. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to imagine Thrak’s dick filling my pussy. I sucked harder on my husband’s wonderful shaft. My tongue caressed him as I stroked his dick. My fingers massaged his balls, eager for his cum.

I wanted it. I loved it. My nipples ached as I squirmed. I opened my eyes again, staring up at him. Such wonderment and love in Chaun’s eyes. He groaned, growing closer and closer. I sucked as hard as I could, moaning with excitement.

“Oh, you are so eager for my jizz, you naughty songbird,” he groaned as Faoril’s bed creaked. Flesh slapped against flesh. The orc grunted and the mage groaned. “Drink it all.”

As Faoril hissed out her pleasure, Chaun’s creamy jizz flooded my mouth. I swallowed it, savoring how it poured down my throat, coating me, soothing my throat and warming my belly. More and more of his jizz erupted. I squeezed his cock and stroked it hard, milking out every drop of his jizz.

“My slutty songbird,” he groaned, his face contorting. “Love you.”

My heart beat faster. I swallowed his last load and popped my mouth off his shaft. “I love you, too.”

He smiled down at me before he took my hands and helped me stand. My legs were wobbly. I needed him in me. I raised my arms up so he could remove my shirt, freeing my small breasts. I was too excited to care if Thrak or Faoril saw my nudity.

They were fucking hard on the bed anyways, Thrak’s swarthy ass rising and falling at the edge of my vision. He was all muscle and scars. My hands went to Chaun’s doublet, working the painted, bone buttons. He shrugged out of the doublet then the silk undershirt, exposing his chest.

I leaned over and nibbled on his small, dark nipple, swirling my tongue around it while his hands squeezed my small breasts. My nipples ached every time his fingers brushed them. I trembled, loving his touch as I sucked and nibbled. My hands stroked down his body to his hose. It clung to his hips. I pushed them down and reached around, squeezing his muscular ass.

I licked his ass.

Chaun groaned and then pushed me back towards our bed. I smiled as I fell back on it. The bed was so different than the nest in the aerie. It wasn’t a layer of soft furs, but something else. It was softer. I smiled, stretching back, my breasts jiggling, my thighs rubbing together beneath my skirt.

Behind Chaun, Thrak’s ass rose and fell, his heavy balls swinging as he pounded Faoril. I bit my lip, staring at the sight as Chaun shed his hose entirely. Then he moved forward, blocking my view. I blinked and then remembered who I should be looking at.

“Take me,” I moaned, pulling up my colorful skirt, exposing my creamy thighs. “I’m so wet. I need you in me.”

“I bet you do, songbird.”

“I’ll sing for you,” I moaned, my skirt bunching around my waist, revealing my pussy. I spread my legs apart and ran a finger through my sex. “Just make love to me, Chaun. I’ll sing so loud. So beautifully.”

“I know you will.”

He fell onto the bed on his knees, his dick bouncing before him. He worked closer. His hand slid up my thigh. I trembled at his touch. He moved higher and higher while Faoril moaned louder and louder. His hand brushed my sex.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with that huge cock, Thrak,” hissed Faoril. “I’m going to cum so hard.”

Chaun’s hand found my pussy. He shoved two fingers in me. I groaned, clenching down on them, savoring their feel. But it wasn’t what I wanted in me. I needed his cock. He shoved his fingers deep as he leaned over and sucked on my nipple.

I sang.

My voice trilled as his fingers pumped in and out of my cunt, and his mouth sucked and loved my nipple. My nub ached in his mouth. I squirmed, my hand reaching out for his cock. My song was wordless, rising from the passion of my soul. I seized his dick and brought his cock closer and closer to my pussy, my song growing, begging.

Chaun wrenched his fingers out of me and released my nipple. He slid up my body, kissing around my mouth, letting me sing as I guided his dick to my aching pussy. The tip brushed my petals. I slid it lower to my hole.

He thrust and I sang louder.

He was in me. So thick and wonderful. My flesh clenched on him as his hand, fingers wet with my juices, reached beneath me. He shoved those fingers into my sphincter while drilling his cock in and out of me. I gasped as I sang, his fingers stroking my sphincter.

His fingers penetrated my asshole. The pitch of my song groaned, delighting in the feel of his fingers reaming in and out of my bowels in rhythm to his pumping cock. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on his dick, my bowels on his fingers.

“That’s it, little songbird,” he grunted as he thrust. “Your song is so beautiful.”

I loved his cock in me. My hips bucked as he fucked me. Pleasure rippled through my body. His dick reached so deep into me. My flesh clenched and relaxed on him. I moaned again, my nipples hard, rubbing on his chest while his lips nibbled.

“I need a special treat tonight, songbird. Something I’ve been saving.”

“What?” I gasped as he ripped his cock out of my pussy.

“Keep singing,” he commanded as he turned me onto my side, facing Thrak and Faoril. I stared at the orc’s heaving balls slapping over and over into Faoril’s flesh. “Keep singing.”

My husband moved behind me. His fingers ripped out of my ass, and then his cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. I groaned. He had promised we would do this. His cock rubbed up and down my crack, nudging my sphincter.

And then he was in me.

“Chaun,” I gasped as his slicked dick shoved into my asshole. “I ... I...”

“Relax and keep singing,” he whispered as his dick penetrated deeper.

The sensation was so different. I groaned and shuddered as he stretched me apart. Burning bliss rippled through my body. His groin pressed into my ass. He was in me all the way, feeling my depths in a new way.

I sang my enjoyment.

His hands roamed my stomach and breasts, teasing me as he drew back and fucked me. My pussy ached. I clenched down on his thrusting dick, the burning friction warming my pussy, building the pleasure. I trembled, watching Thrak and Faoril.

It was so hot watching them. So wrong. My song trembled as I shuddered. Chaun’s fingers pinched my right nipple while his other hand played with the curls of my pubic hair. His thrusts grew harder, his balls smacking into my ass while his dick reamed me.

So deep. So thick.

“That’s it, songbird,” he groaned. “My slutty songbird loves it up the ass.”

I did.

“Faoril,” Thrak grunted.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in me,” she begged. “Flood my pussy. Oh, I love it. Yes, yes, yes.”

The orc’s back rippled as he rose. He growled as he erupted. His hips jerked, slamming his dick into Faoril’s cunt. My bowels clenched hard on Chaun’s cock, the excitement swelling in my depths as I watched.

And then Thrak rolled off of Faoril, his massive cock popping out of her. Her cunt gaped open. White jizz ran out. Hunger entered my song. I couldn’t look away from her cunt. And the cum. I wanted to run over there and...

No.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my orgasm swelling in my depths. I trembled in Chaun’s arms. He nuzzled at my ear again, his fingers sliding down to my clit. He rubbed the nub and pinched my right nipple.

“Do you want to swap?” he asked. “Do you want to enjoy Thrak’s cock while I enjoy Faoril’s pussy?”

My eyes snapped open and found Thrak’s huge dick. It was still half-hard, shiny with Faoril’s juices. My orgasm exploded through me. My bowels writhed on Chaun’s cock. My clit ached beneath his rubbing finger. Juices squirted out of my pussy.

My song became passionate moans. I thrashed in Chaun’s arms, savoring the thrusts of his dick, the feel of his muscular chest on my back. I trembled, my convulsing asshole massaging his cock. My vision blurred. Thrak’s cock split into two shafts for a moment.

“My wicked songbird,” Chaun grunted and slammed into my asshole. He came.

I closed my eyes, savoring the heat of his cum filling my asshole. I brimmed with his cum. I loved it. I groaned and licked my lips. I didn’t need anything but his dick. Not Thrak’s. Just my husband and his wonderful cum.

“Well?” Chaun whispered. “Do you want to swap?”

I rolled over, his cock sliding out of my asshole with a wet plop. “No. You are my husband. You’re all I need.”

I kissed him, closed my eyes, and tried so hard to believe my words.

Minx

My eyes snapped open. It was still dark in the room, but morning approached. I should sleep longer, get all the rest I could, but it was so hard. I had a bad habit of once I was awake being unable to fall back to sleep.

Xera’s arms held me. Her green hair brushed my cheek while her large breasts pressed into my lower back. She was amazing. I almost felt bad for betraying her. Almost. I closed my eyes, imagining the end of the quest. We had two more pieces of the sword to collect along with the heart of the minotaur. First to Hargone for the third piece, then Grahata to slay the minotaur, and lastly to Thaville to head south to the Haunted Forest and the final piece in Drakin Castle, the crumbling lair of the dread Biomancer Vebrin. Once we had all of it, we would head north to the Princedom of Zeutch and the Altar of Souls.

There I would steal the reforged sword from the group. It was all Adel’s plan. The redheaded elf hired me. Thanks to her plan, I had earned the group’s trust. It made me wonder if Adel knew about the prophecy.

But how could she?

Either way, the sword would be mine. I would betray Adel, and that was assuming she could escape the Caldera. Unless she was a shaman, she would be entertaining the imps right now. It was sneaky of her to slip in with the Gnome bounty hunter, but folly to let herself get trapped.

Xera would hunt me though. And she was good. It would be such a challenge to escape her. I snuggled into her arms, loving the feel of her body. Her breasts were so large and wonderful to play with. It would be fun to be caught.

Not for real, but I could fantasize. She would have her cock when she found me. In heat for real and not thanks to the alchemical concoction I owned. Her dick would be so hard, so throbbing, and she would pin me down.

Got you, you little thief.

And I would grin at her as she ravished my small body. I trembled, my legs shifting, bumping the hard shaft thrusting from the sleeping Xera’s...

She had a cock.

I bolted up and threw off the covers, exposing all of Xera’s tall, sleek body. She lay on her side, her legs long, her skin pale with a greenish hue. And there, thrusting from her crotch, was her dick. “You’re in heat!”

Xera’s eyes opened as I seized her big dick. “You’re in heat,” I repeated as I stroked her. She throbbed in my hand. So wonderful. “Oh, yes, you’re in heat.”

“Huh?” a sleepy Angela grunted.

I threw a look over my shoulder to the other bed. Angela sat up, her fiery hair falling in a mused tousle about her shoulders. The blanket slipped off of her as she sat up, exposing her large breasts. And the bound Sophia, her body wrapped in ropes.