Chapter 67: The Dancer’s Ebony Grace

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Antagony – The Black Tide, The Nimborgoth

I stood on the deck of the pirate ship, the nixie crew moving about. I stared at the stark coast of the Halani Desert. The turquoise blue of the ocean met the near-white of the sand. With the sun beating down on us, I sweltered even with the cool ocean breeze around us.

I fumed. Once again, that bastard Kurtis escaped me. I almost had him, then that undine ship had appeared out of the depths and nearly destroyed the Black Tide. I had almost been washed over the side. I had managed to clutch on to the railing with a desperate grip.

Ziryihm came up beside me. I glanced at the deva, fighting with my anger. I wanted to kill Kurtis. I wanted to impale him to the ground, rip out his entrails, and leave him to be feasted upon by the beasts while I made off with my prize.

The moon maiden.

She would be mine. My redemption for my mother’s sins.

“They’re going to Hargone,” I said. “That’s what you reported. So why are we sailing for an empty coast and not the city? How are we supposed to find his trail here? Tell me!”

Ziryihm smiled. The deva had such a smugness to her. “We need information. He is being protected, that much is clear, and we have no idea his goal. The Oracle of the Sands is out there. If we can find her, then we’ll know when and where to ambush him to succeed in our goals.”

Antagony smiled. “An ambush. Excellent. Fine. We’ll find the Oracle.”

“I thought you’d like the plan,” the deva said.

The pad of footsteps prickled my spine. I glanced back to see Captain Spite marching up. The nixie wore pantaloons and a band of cloth around her breasts. Her hermaphrodite-dick bulged before her. Unlike amazons, she permanently had her cock.”

“Take me with you,” said Captain Spite said, her hand resting on the pommel of her scimitar. “I have unfinished business with them.”

I opened my mouth to object when Ziryihm said, “Fine, fine. You’ll prove most useful, I think, Captain Spite.”

The nixie smiled as cold as a valkyrie’s cunt. She turned and shouted orders for the longboats to be lowered and row us to shore. I was eager to meet this oracle and find my prey.

Kurtis – The Free City of Hargone

“You want to see another oracle?” I asked Oberoy.

The pixie stood there with his dragonfly wings folded against his back. He was my step-son and, weirdly, my half-brother. I had taken his mother, the Fairy Queen Tinia as my wife to rule her territory. She was also my half-sister who was bred by our mutual father, Las.

“Wouldn’t it be good to know how to defeat Throwia?” he asked.

“But isn’t the Oracle of the Sand supposed to be difficult to find?” I asked. “She’s somewhere out in the Halani Desert.” I stared at the sands that stretched away for the Free City of Hargone.

“We can poke around in Hargone and see if we can narrow it down,” Oberoy said. “We do have to cross a part of the desert.”

“Okay,” I said. “We can certainty poke around.”

The undine’s watery ship drew a lot of attention from Hargone as she towed in the Treasure Box. We approached a long dock that could handle both of the ships at once. The others were gathering. I was wearing my good robes. My sisters gathered, both of them adorned in jewelry. Mother wore hers over her naked body as did Diane. Shessa stared at the city, her ears twitching and tail swishing with her excitement. Nephi and the rakshasa gathered to provide protection. Princess Lavhi looked more coherent than she had in weeks.

Maybe she was getting used to her pleasure addiction and was able to function more. Lasla had broken her, but she was a conniving bitch that tried to kill her own cousin and used us to do it. Princess Naryu pinched Lavhi’s ass and hissed something at her.

Princess Lavhi nodded.

Beliala stretched her back. The demon was ... worrying. We did need to know how to deal with Throwia. She had her spy in the party. So we had to be careful about how this worked. I took a deep breath as we reached the dock.

“Thank you for coming to our aid,” I said and hugged Captain Current.

“It was all my pleasure,” she said. “Mmm, but did you have to knock up my entire crew.”

“Yep,” I said and broke the embrace with the watery woman.

Undine sailors rung out the gangplank. My women and I made our way down it onto the docks where a group of officials waited. They had ebony skin and wore robes that appeared similar to the ones I wore, but up close they had a different style and cut to them. They wore turbans wrapped over their heads.

“Lord,” they said and bowed to me.

I motioned for Captain Telesi and introduced her. I paid for the docking fees and for the repairs that would be needed. It was quite a lot of money. It took a few hours to sign all the paperwork before we could leave Captain Telesi and her crew.

“It might be months before we come back,” I told her.

“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, slapping her belly. Her pregnancy showed. Al the halfling women were, all pregnant with my children.

I smiled and kissed her.

As I did, the undine ship just ... melted into the bay and was gone. Shouts echoed as people watched the sight. I shook my head as I turned to the dockmaster. He had a slender beard that jutted from the tip of his chin that he had waxed to a point.

“Is there a place we can stay?” I asked.

“The Desert Hare is an establishment worthy of your rank with suites to accommodate a lord and his retinue.” He glanced at my harem. “Though you have a very strange one.”

“My thanks,” I said, taking his hand.

He clasped both his around mine, nodding.

As we headed away from the dock, I glanced at Kyaza. “The Savannah butts against the Halani Desert, right?”

“Yes, Lord Kurtis,” the dark-skinned woman said. She marched with a fierceness. She looked human but she was a female centaur.

“Do you know much about the Oracle of the Sands?”

She glanced at me. “Do you wish to find her?”

“Wait, what?” Lasla said.

“It’s Oberoy’s idea,” I said. “We have to travel through a piece of the Halani Desert. If we can find her on the way...” I shrugged. “Why not.”

“The price Oracles pay differs, Master,” Mother said. “This one will not be bound by her agreement with any ruler, like the Serpent Oracle.”

“Do you know the price?” I asked Mother.

She hesitated. “No, no I don’t. I know the Lesbius Oracle takes a portion of your memories. The cost can be very high with Oracles.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” I said. “If we can find her.”

“Males from my herd would occasionally journey from the steppes and into the desert,” Kyaza said. “But it’s dangerous. They always have losses, but the guidance is worth it. We shall be traveling through the part of the desert she dwells in. She dwells in the heart of the Oases, the portion of the desert that is dotted with many fertile seeps and even a few lakes.”

“Okay, so we get out to these Oases,” I said. “How do we find her once were in the midst of them.”

Her face flickered with an emotion, maybe shame. “I’m sorry, my Lord, I don’t know.” Her head hung low. “I never was told. I just knew where they traveled.”

“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging. I wasn’t that concerned. “It’s more than we had to go on before. We have a place we can go to find her. Maybe we’ll learn something at the Desert Hare.”

We soon found the Desert Hare, a large inn with a golden rabbit bounding into the air for the sign. We traveled through a short hallway that opened onto a large courtyard open to the sky. Shady palm trees grew everywhere around the tables. Exotic women, their skin nearly as black as night, danced on the tables while men watched and clapped.

The famed Halani Dancers, women with ebony skin who could melt the bones of any man or woman who watched. And they were skilled in the thin silks they wore that did little to hide their bodies. Their hips wiggled from side to side while their breasts bounced beneath necklaces made of beads of jade and chalcedony. They clattered as they danced.

They were gorgeous, stunning even, but they were nothing compared to Diane. She stared at them, though, with this wistful look on her face. She clearly wanted to join them in the dance. They looked gorgeous. Just breath-taking.

I didn’t blame her for wanting to dance here.

“My, my,” a barmaid him silks said, her skin was as deep ebony as the dancers. She wore the same sort of necklaces around her neck to hide her breasts, her dark nipples peeking through. Her pantaloons barely hung on her hips, threatening to slip off. “The Sahid will be thrilled to have such a party. You will be staying.”

“Your best suite,” I said. “And we need food, drinks, and more.”

She smiled and bowed. “Follow me!”

She led us across the courtyard. It rained so infrequently here, they could have their common room outdoors. It was surprisingly cool beneath the shade. The three sides of the inn had open walkways, allowing across breeze to blow through the area that rippled across the skin. It was quite a pleasant experience.

We were brought to a large, round table that had one of the dancers swaying on it. She smiled at us as she moved to the music. It was different with a strange flute that had a zithering sound that made me want to sway to it. One of the musicians hammered on what looked like bone keys that rang with a hollow, percussive noise, adding to the exotic air of the melody.

There were no chairs. We sank onto the pillows and were soon comfortable. The barmaid returned with several of her companions, each carrying a carafe of presumably wine and many cups made of crystal. They deposited them and poured a deep, purple wine into them.

I sipped it and groaned at the fruity flavor. I had never quite tasted the like. It was succulent. I smacked my lips and nodded my enjoyment. She smiled at me. As she headed off, I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap.

“My lord,” she said as her breasts bounced before my face, the beaded necklaces sliding over her tits. She rubbed her rump into my hardon. “Is that a service you want here before such lesser eyes?”

“I don’t mind an audience,” I said. My cock throbbed beneath her ass. “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“No, you do not, my Lord,” she cooed. “Quite impressive.”

“I’m searching for the Oracle of the Sands,” I said. “I know where to look, but...”

“But the Heart of the Oases is such a vague term, no?” she asked.

I smiled at her.

“They say she is everywhere and nowhere.” She squirmed on me. “But if you want to request an audience, you must shed your seed to the thirsty desert if you are one of the places she likes to haunt. The Heart of the Oases is one. There are others to the east. The Mountainous Dunes, the Salted Erg, and the Stained Sands. So long as you are in the place and spill your seed, you might meet her.”

“Might,” I said.

“Mmm, many don’t return from searching for her,” she said. “The desert is not kind to those who are not prepared. It’s not just the sun and the sands, but the monsters, the madness, and the betrayals. Only take those you can trust. And know you cannot travel with a caravan. None who travel with a caravan ever find her.”

“Oh, why?”

She leaned in and whispered, “She knows you are a coward. She only wants the brave. She will taste who you are in your seed.” She licked my ear. “Maybe she’ll come for a mighty lord like you who travels with so many women. You must be fearless to take so many flowers into the wilting desert.”

“Thanks,” I said, my dick throbbing beneath her. “You deserve a reward.” I sank into her desires and played with them.

She shuddered and purred, “A mighty man such as you mustn’t head into such peril without leaving behind a piece of him. A bit of his seed planted in the fertile soil of Hargone. Your seed won’t find anything but coarse sand out there.”

I smiled and said, “You want me to breed you? Well, let me see your talents, then we can think about that.”

She smiled and knelt before me, sliding beneath the table. Her beaded necklaces clattered and swayed as she opened my robes and found my cock. My sisters kneeling on either side grinned down at me. The barmaid winked at me.

“I am Hawza,” she purred, “and you will enjoy this. I will show you the pleasures of a Halanian woman’s passion.”

She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock.

I groaned as she slid her lips down my shaft. Her thick, black hair spilled in thin, wavy braids around my lap as her mouth suckled on me. She nursed on me with such passion. She had a hungry mouth. She wanted my seed.

“Oh, yes, we’ll find the oracle,” Lasla said. “Your seed will call her across the entire desert.”

Pyrriah nodded in agreement. “Yes, your jizz will.”

Hawza’s hot mouth suckled at my cock. The pressure shot down to my balls. I loved how she nursed on me. My dick twitched in her hot mouth. She worked her tongue around the shaft, teasing me as she blew me.

I looked up from her dark eyes to the dancer watching us. She swayed her hips, her beads clattering as they danced over her breasts. She smiled at me and languorously winked her right eye. She spun around and wiggled her rump at me. The thin cloth fell over her butt-cheeks, her dark skin bleeding through the light-blue silk.

She swayed to the music, an exotic delight that complimented my blowjob. I enjoyed the way her mouth suckled on me. She nursed with hot passion. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. It was a magnificent moment.

I groaned, savoring the way she suckled on me. She was skilled in that. Just a champion at sucking cock. I leaned back on my hands and stared at the dancer. I admired her moves as I enjoyed that hot mouth bobbing up and down my cock. She suckled on me with hunger. It was a fantastic rush to have her nursing on me as I watched the dancer moving.

She swayed with such delicious grace. The way she moved was a fantastic show to witness. She swelled that powerful ache in my nuts with her every suckle. I stroked my hand through her woven braids, loving the wavy texture of her hair.

“Gods damn,” I groaned as my nuts tightened.

My sisters were both rubbing against me. I wouldn’t be surprised if they thought about having their own fun. Or maybe Pyrriah didn’t want to with so many strange men around. That wouldn’t stop Lasla. She might even go off with a few for a while.

Though it was monster cock that really made her wet.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “She’s really sucking that dick. Mmm, you’re inspiring her.”

“She wants to be bred,” I answered, enjoying Hawza’s hot mouth.

“I wonder where she got that idea from,” my sister purred.

“No idea,” said innocently, my gaze sliding up to the dancer. She cocked her hips to the side, causing her pantaloons to fall off her hips.

She winked at me as the shaved folds of her pussy came into view. The faint hint of pink in her slit surrounded by her ebony vulva made my mouth water. I loved the sight of that delicious cunt as she danced and Hawza suckled my dick.

Beads of juices gleamed on the dancer’s twat, catching the dying rays of sunlight that streamed through the palm trees. One drop gathered enough to spill down her thigh in a gleaming rivulet that almost reached her knee.

She had more to come.

She dripped with juices, her boobs heaving beneath her beaded necklaces. She wiggled those hips in just such a supremely delicious manner. My cock throbbed in that hot mouth working up and down me as I enjoyed every last second of the show.

That hot mouth suckled on me. Nursed with passion as I rose toward my orgasm. Another bead of juices spilled down the woman’s thighs. She shimmied her hips from side to side as she danced, her hands sliding over her body now.

Caressing herself like a lover.

“Gods damn,” I groaned, the pressure hitting that peak in at the tip of my cock. I gripped the top of Hawza’s head.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. I flooded her with my jizz, reveling in that heat sweeping through me. It was fantastic. The ecstasy blazed through my thoughts as I groaned through such pleasure. This was an awesome moment.

“Las’s big dick,” I groaned as I pumped more and more of my cum into her.

“Mmm,” Lasla purred, smacking her lips. “Lucky girl.”

“Very,” I groaned, my dick throbbing with the delight of this moment. I loved pumping my mouth into Hawza’s mouth.

She gulped down the jizz I fired into her mouth over and over again. The pleasure slammed through my body and crashed into my mind. I loved that delight. It was a perfect moment. I shuddered, a big smile spreading on my lips

I felt fantastic.

I shuddered as I erupted one last time. Hawza suckled hard on my cock. I could feel her lusts. She wanted to get every drop of cum that I had out of my nuts. It felt so good having her do that. Just fantastic.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring that heat rushing through me. It was fantastic. I loved it. “You are definitely as good as you claim.”

She slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. “Mmm, good enough to be bred?”

“Turn around and bend over the table,” I said. “I’ll plant my seed deep into your fertile depths.”

She slid out from beneath the table and turned around, wiggling her hips at me, her ass covered by her pantaloons. She had her head thrust to the dancer. I nudged that woman’s lusts, too. She shuddered, dropped to her knees, and grabbed a fistful of Hawza’s hair. The dancer yanked the barmaid forward and ground that shaved snatch on Hawza’s lips.

The barmaid feasted.

I smiled at the delicious sight before me as I drew off Hawza’s pantaloons, exposing her cute rump and her shaved pussy dripping with her juices. I pressed my cock into her pussy lips. I slid them up and down her slit as she feasted on the dancer’s cunt.

“Yes,” moaned the dancer, her eyes squeezing shut. “That’s so good. Just thrust that tongue into me.”

I loved the sight as I thrust my cock into the delicious Hawza’s pussy. I sank to the hilt in her cunt. She groaned as she squeezed her twat down on me. She held me with that tight pussy of hers. It was a fantastic rush to have that delicious snatch around me.

I groaned, loving this moment with all my might. It was a fantastic one. I groaned, savoring that hot delight around my cock. It was a fantastic rush to fuck her twat good and hard. I pounded her twat with force.

“Biaute’s perfect tits!” she moaned into the dancer’s cunt.

“Rithi’s wanton art!” gasped the dancer, her head throwing back. “Oh, that’s so good, Hawza!”

I smiled at the sight, my cock throbbing in that hot twat. I loved being in this delicious pussy. I drew back my cock, savoring the way she gripped my dick with her hot twat. The pleasure rippled through me.

I thrust to the hilt in her cunt. I plunged deep and hard, my balls slapping into her clit. I felt the pleasure sweeping through her. Her twat clamped down hard as she moaned into the dancer’s juicy pussy. I loved this so much.

I gripped Hawza’s hips and fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her cunt with hard strokes, drilling my cock into her twat. She moaned into the dancer’s pussy. The gorgeous beauty being devoured tossed her head, her large breasts heaving beneath her any necklaces.

The clatter of beads echoed around us as I fucked Hawza hard.

“Yes, yes, that’s good,” whimpered the dancer. “Rithi’s wanton art, that’s delicious!”

“You get so wet dancing, don’t you?” I groaned, fucking Hawza’s pussy.

“My job is to arouse the customers,” she purred. “How can I do that if I’m not also aroused?”

Lasla chuckled and nodded her complete agreement. My sister licked her lips as I fucked away at Hawza’s cunt. I could feel what he would do once I had dumped my seed in Hawza’s pussy and bred her. She would be bred the moment I buried into her.