Chapter 7: Breeding the Desert Nymph

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.

Lasla – Over the Jyou Sea

The island that I had spent my entire life on with fell away.

Mother Azuliana’s powerful wings beat as she carried us skyward. I sat on her body between a pair of her triangular dorsal spines, my legs gripping her scaly hide. My stomach lurched as we climbed higher and higher, the air rushing by us.

This nervousness brimmed in me. I gripped the spine before me, my boobs jiggling in my simple band of woven fiber. The sapphire sea now loomed beneath us. We skimmed over it so fast. The air whipped my hair behind me.

Sitting before me was Kurtis. His broad back, tanned by the sun, looked so strong. He was confident of this plan to leave our island, find a way to rescue our father from Throwia’s clutches, and find a way for him to breed my mother and our sylph half-sisters. I was leaving behind my four daughters. They were toddlers. Running around.

I missed them already.

But Kurtis wanted to do this—needed to do this—and I would support him. He was the patriarch of our family. Though only minutes older than me, he had always owned my heart. He would lead; I would follow. Even if I had to push him and our twin sister into that first step into incest. Once he had, he had awakened to his masculine dominance.

Our twin sister—well, technically his twin sister and my half-sister—rode behind me. Pyrriah laughed in delight. Her mirth rolled over me as we flew out above the Jyou Sea. She didn’t sound afraid at all.

She was fearless. A few years back, she had thrown herself into Mother Azuliana’s fire to shield Kurtis. I admired my sister so much for that act. She had stepped up to save his life. She had some strange power. She had burned that day, and it hadn’t harmed her. No one in the family understood why.

Maybe we’d discover that truth on this journey, too.

My fear simmered down to dread with every beat of my heart. Mother Azuliana hardly had to flap her wings. She glided over the sea. It was so far below now. The waves looked so tiny. And it was so vast. I looked behind us and saw that our island had already become a little spec about to vanish over the horizon.

It felt so small now. That had been my entire reality. That tiny island. You could walk across it in a few hours. I knew every bit of it. Every tree and rock, pool and beach. I had played on it. Made love on it. Harvested its bounty to feed and clothe and shelter our family.

Now it was a little speck that I could cover with my thumb.

“I know,” Pyrriah said. “We’re going on an adventure. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah,” I said, struggling to find that same enthusiasm. The ache to be with my daughters swelled. But they would be fine. My mother and half-sisters would watch over them. Not just the sylphs, either, but the three mermaids whose arrival had launched us on this path. “It will be.”

“Yes, it will,” said Kurtis. His voice sounded so confident. “We’re going to go out there and find every daughter of Las we can. Rakshasa, werewolves, lampades, naga. All of them. I’m going to fuck them all. Breed them all. And find a way to breed other races.”

“Yes,” I groaned. That sent a heat through me. “How are you going to do that, Kurtis?”

“Dominate them.” He threw his arms wide. “They shall bend to my will and bow before me in worship. I will claim them and tame them. Just like Thrak did with Captain Thyrna.”

“Ooh, yes,” I moaned, the sexual excitement brewing in my liquid depths. I was Las’s daughter. Lust brimmed in me. I could conjure sex toys out of celestial gold. They usually didn’t last long. The collars around our mothers and sisters, and the chastity belt Mother Azuliana normally had to wear, I could maintain. But much after that, and they faded away in a few hours.

Long enough for us to play with them.

When Kurtis was dominating, it made me so wet. I was so eager for him to do that. To help him dominate every woman he wanted. I wanted him to breed me. I squirmed, rubbing my pussy on my step-mother’s scales. My clit throbbed.

“I know,” Pyrriah purred. “I’m as wet as you, Lasla.”

“We’re Las’s daughters,” I moaned. “Why wouldn’t we be turned on right now. Our brother is being so sexy.”

“Mmm,” Pyrriah moaned, that throaty groan.

My pussy simmered on the flight. We didn’t stop. When noon approached, we carefully opened our bags. They were made from the scaled hides of the large tuna that Mother Azuliana would fish out of the ocean. The scales were scraped off and the skin cured into a leather. I opened mine up and pulled out the dried fish we had packed. I munched on mine as we flew, filling my belly. We drank water from skins made from tuna bladders.

The sun wheeled overhead. It began setting to our right. The darkness descended as a shadow appeared on the horizon. I frowned as I stared at it. I knew that there was a world beyond our island. Our mothers talked about all these places. The Nimborgoth, the Halani Desert, the Despeir Mountains, the Lone Mountain, the Dead Isle and its Black Spire, the nations of Zeutch and Secare, Thlin and Althos. We’d heard of the Queendom of Naith ruled over by the Rakshasa and the Empire of Shizhuth dominated by the Naga. Werewolves in the Haunted Forest. Harpies in the Jungles of ‘Zakuth. Hermaphroditic elves and gnomes, tribal orcs in northern wastelands where the sun didn’t set in the summer or rise in the winter.

I never realized just how big it really was. Not once I realized that the dark shadow on the horizon was all land. Our island had been a little spec. This stretched and stretched like the ocean had. As the sun sank lower, I could see more of it.

The Rathay Desert.

We weren’t going to Remna straight away. We didn’t have gold, another thing I had heard about. Coins made of metal. I barely knew what metal was. Our mothers had a few knives and one set of sewing needles made of steel, but that was it. We used stone tools on the island we made from volcanic glass or shards of flint. We didn’t need to “buy” things. We just fished or collected berries or dug up yams.

But out here, people traded discs of metal. They were valuable, though I didn’t know why? What use did little discs have? A metal knife could cut better than a flint one and hold its edge for far, far longer. Could I use the discs in a sling? We sometimes hunted birds with slings and stones. Especially the big geese that flew over in the spring and autumn.

But Mother Azuliana insisted that we needed these gold coins. So we had to find them. We were on a treasure hunt first. Out there in the desert, so the stories told, lived the lampades. Lampades were a single-sex race, like mermaids. When Las’s cum had landed in the desert sands, they were made. They were maidens who lurked in the Rathay Desert at night. They were supposed to be beautiful. Dark skin and with pale hair. They held lanterns that they used to lure travelers to monster nests called antlions.

They were supposed to be giant bugs also birthed by Las’s cum. An all-male race of insects that hungered. The lampades lured victims to their pits. The antlions fed on them and then would mate with the lampades.

They had formed a vicious symbiosis.

Because the lampades and the monstrous antlions didn’t care about the treasure, it accumulated at the bottom of their pits. Hunters would go out and try to kill them and their harem of lampades desert-women.

We had to find one.

“Look at that,” Pyrriah whispered. “So much beach. And the desert keeps going. We can’t even see the Gold Hills. Right, that’s what’s out there beyond the desert.”

“As I recall,” Mother Azuliana said. “I never visited here.”

“How are we going to find the lampades,” I asked as we flew past the ocean water crashing onto sandy beaches. I stared out at the dunes of the desert. “There’s just sand. Nothing but sand.”

“They’re deeper in the desert,” said Mother Azuliana. “There are nomads who live out here who follow the oasis and caravans come from the gold mines of the mountains. That’s why there’s so much treasure in antlion nests.”

The sun vanished. Night descended. The moonlight shone on the dunes as we flew over them. I shivered as we stared down at the sandy waves. It was like the ocean had frozen and then petrified. It was so strange to see.

The dunes were smoother on one side and steeper on the other. They all looked like they flowed in the same direction, too. They weren’t random at all. They were shaped. I shivered and realized that the wind must have driven them into those shapes.

Did that mean they moved? How did anyone navigate through the desert if the terrain never stared the same?

“There are no plants,” said Pyrriah.

“There’s some over there,” said Kurtis, pointing to his right. “That looks like a grove. Just in the middle of the sand.

“An oasis,” Mother Azuliana said, banking in that direction. “A natural welling of water that supports palm trees and other bushes. You can often find dates. They’re a delicious fruit. You’ll enjoy them.”

“Mmm, I bet we will,” said Pyrriah.

Mother Azuliana spiraled down towards the oasis. I gasped, gripping the dorsal spine. My pussy ground against her, reminding me of that wet itch. If we found a lampad tonight, my brother would get to fuck her. Breed her.

If the antlion could breed her, then so could our brother. I shivered, realizing that an insect monster was like a cousin or something. Las’s cum made monsters, too. Ogres, imps, trolls, and more were said to rampage the world. Knights went out on quests to slay them.

But other types of Las’s children were more human. Like the mermaids.

Mother Azuliana landed on the sands outside of the oasis. I groaned as I slid off of her. I hit the ground, my sandal-clad feet digging into the soft surface. I stumbled, staggered. I groaned at how sore my legs were.

“Las’s mighty cock,” Kurtis groaned. He stretched his back. “I need to stretch my legs.”

“Yes,” Pyrriah panted.

Mother Azuliana flowed into her human form. Her body shrank. Her wings retracted in. her tail dwindled. The scales melted away into pale skin. Her hair flowed down her head as her muzzle shrank. Her strands were the same sapphire as her scales. Her breasts swelled, growing larger and larger as she stretched her back.

“Oh, that’s wonderful to finally have you off my back. You three are heavy.” The dragon stretched her back. Then she glanced at me. “My collar and chastity belt, please.”

“Oh, right,” I said. I concentrated and a gold collar made of chains attached to a leash appeared. It let Kurtis yank it to choke her and stop her from changing from. Then her chastity belt appeared, a band of gold around her waist with a flange that thrust down over her hairless pubic mound and covered her clit. She couldn’t grow her cock. There was no room to.

But her pussy and asshole were available for Kurtis to use whenever he felt inclined to fuck his mother.

I was tired from flying all day and yet I felt invigorated as we began exploring the oasis. The trees weren’t as big as they were on the island. They almost seemed stunted and though they resembled the palm trees I knew, they didn’t have coconuts but instead had small clusters of seeds. The dates. None were ripe, though. A pool of water lay in the middle. It wasn’t all that impressive. It had a muddy quality to it.

“Lamp!” Pyrriah gasped.

Her outburst whipped all our heads around.

Through the foliage of the palm trees and the small shrubbery crowding the pool, I could see a lamp swinging. It was a flickering light that stood out amid the darkness. Even with the moon and stars overhead, it was still hard to see even to someone used to moving around at night on the island.

Kurtis broke into a run.

Kurtis – Rathay Desert

My dick throbbed hard in a moment.

It swelled in the fibrous breechcloth I wore. My sandal-clad feet crashed down on the shrubs. I burst through the undergrowth onto the desert. The light bobbed up a sand dune. It swayed. I shuddered, knowing a dusky beauty held it.

My dick throbbed with delight, my balls aching, as I stretched out on the sand. The soft soil shifted beneath my feet. It was drier than any beach we had on our island, even the parts above the high-water mark. It felt finer and had a rich, dusty smell. My feet sank deeper into it, slowing me down.

I hit the dune and scrambled up it. The sand shifted beneath me. It tumbled down the slope, breaking apart in chunks that dissolved into tumbling grains of sand. It was steep enough that I used my hands, more climbing the steep face than running up it.

A fiery light gleamed to my left. Pyrriah had caught up. Flickers of red light danced in strands of her hair. Her locks glowed when she was excited. I grinned at her and she grinned back. Her round breasts bounced in her cloth wrap, her lean thighs flexing as she worked.

Lasla and my dragon-mother were behind us. Lasla groaned as she scrambled up the sand. She cursed. I kept going. The lamp had vanished over the top of the dune. I was almost there. My thigh muscles burned, but I pushed through it. I reached the top of the dune, panting.

Footprints lead down the gentler slope on this side. The lamp bobbed, nearing the bottom of the dune. I studied the dainty footsteps. The lampad out there was a cousin of ours. Or a niece. A great-great-great niece. She was still one of our blood, descended of Las.

I charged down the dune after her.

Pyrriah whooped as she followed. She had a warrior’s heart. With her red hair, she could be Sir Angela out of the stories. The fearless knight who went on a quest with her acolyte to slay the dangerous dragon Dominari. And I was Thrak, the orc barbarian won to her cause. The tamer of deadly women. The warlock Faoril, the rakshasa pirate, and even the deadly spirit of his first wife who sought to drain his life away.

But he was too virile for her.

I hit the bottom of the dune. The lamp bobbed ahead. I ran after, my feet smacking on the sand. It was firmer here, almost pebbly beneath my thin sandals. My legs stretched out into a full run. My arms pumped, the wind whipping past me.

I gained on the lampad.

“I’m coming for that pussy!” I cried. “You’re going to cum so hard on my dick, Lampad. Just explode!”

“Yes!” my twin sister moaned. “We’re coming for you.”

A giggle drifted out of the darkness. The lantern waved in a mocking manner.

I grinned and kept running across the sands. As I got closer, I could make out more of the lampad. She was a nubile woman. Her skin seemed to have a rich, brown hue to it, almost metallic. A warm and inviting color. Dark hair flowed behind her as she raced naked. Her ass had a plumpness to it.

She darted behind a sand dune. Her light vanishing, but its golden glow beckoned, outlining the edge of the sand dune against the black of night. My legs stretched out. I pushed myself to run even faster.

Pyrriah kept pace with me. Her hair flew behind her as she did. I grinned in delight, so glad that she could run as fast as me. This was an exhilarating chase. My dick throbbed in my breechcloth. I couldn’t wait to fuck this lampad.

One of Lust’s daughters. One of the delicious races he had spawned on the world.

I rounded the sand dune and something spicy caught my nose. An intoxicating musk. I breathed it in. My blood boiled. My dick ached even more as the aphrodisiac scent filled my nostrils. I licked my lips.

It should drive me wild, but I had Las’s blood in me. I was an aphrodisiac.

“Oh, wow,” Pyrriah moaned. “I can smell how wet you are for my brother’s cock.”

“So wet!” the lampad cried. “But only if you can catch me!”

She was closer. I watched her ass swaying when the swinging lantern illuminated her. The profile of heaving bosoms swaying peeked out around her body. She was a busty and curvy creature. My dick throbbed. I wanted her so badly.

Then she gasped and “tripped.” She fell onto her hands and knees, her lantern landing beside her. Its golden glow spilled over her body, painting her flesh. Her curvy rump was waved right at me. A hairless pussy gleaming with her juices. The spicy musk only swelled.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder. There was no fear or concern, only wanton invitation. Her hips swayed from side to side, wiggling that rump at me. “I fell. Please, please, don’t ravish me.”

“Don’t lie,” I growled, slowing to a walk. I gave her plenty of time to stand up as I strolled to her. “You want my dick in your cunt. You want to feel me ramming to the hilt in your snatch.”

“Yes, yes, so much,” she moaned, her twat wiggling back and forth.

Pyrriah marched on my right. After a dozen steps, a panting Lasla caught up and fell in on my left. Her round tits heaved as she sucked in breaths, her face dripping in sweat. My dragon-mother sauntered behind us.

“Just slam that big dick in my pussy,” the lampad moaned. “I need it. I need to be fucked by that huge cock.”

My dick throbbed. I could see the dark depression she knelt before. Her hands were right on the edge. Here, the sand flowed like a funnel towards the bottom. The antlion would be buried down there, a giant insect ready to burst out of the ground and tear me up if I fell in there.

I better not.

“You need this cock?” Pyrriah asked as I stopped a few feet from the lampad. My twin sister grabbed my dick.

“Yes!” the nymph moaned. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks jiggling as she shook her ass at us. Her hairless slit beckoned. I could breed her. She was one of Las’s creatures. I could pump my cum in her and knock her up. My dick twitched.

“What are you going to give us for this dick?” Lasla asked. Her hand joined Pyrriah’s, rubbing at the crown. She massaged it, sending pleasure shooting down to my balls.

“My pussy!” gasped the lampad. “You can fuck my pussy.”

“I want to cum in your pussy!” I growled. “I want to breed you.”

“Breed me!” moaned the sexy woman. “Just slam that big dick into my pussy and breed me. Yes, yes, that’s what I want.”

“I think she’s lying,” said Pyrriah.

“I’m not lying,” groaned the lampad. Pussy cream ran down her thighs. The sands around her rippled like waves. Lampades were like desert dryads. They had the same connection to the sand as dryads did to their trees. “I promise. I want you to breed me.”

“Liar,” purred Lasla. “But once his cock is in you, you’ll be begging him to breed you. This dick is the best. You’re going to succumb to it. You’re going to just explode in rapture.”

“Make me explode!” she moaned. “Stop teasing me. And fuck me.”

Pyrriah broke from me and sauntered to the lampad. My twin sister had no fear. She fell to her knees and smacked the lampad’s rump. The plump butt-cheek jiggled from the impact. It was such a naughty thing to watch.

Then she slid her fingers down and down to the lampad’s pussy. My sister parted those pink lips. She caressed the inner depths and thrust her finger inside. The lampad groaned. Her back arched and her hips wiggled.

“See, see, my pussy is ready to be fucked and bred by your brother’s cock.”

“Mmm, you do feel hot and ready for it,” Pyrriah said. She pulled her finger out and brought it to her mouth. She sucked it in and shuddered. Her hair glowed bright red for a moment as an almost orgasmic shudder ran through her.

The aphrodisiac in the lampad’s pussy cream must be intense to provoke that reaction from my twin sister. I could smell it wanting to dominate me. To drive me to pounce on her without any consideration for what would happen.

But I was Las’s son. I was horny all the time. It was like I was constantly under the effects of an aphrodisiac. They didn’t work on me. They were useless. I grinned and advanced on her, my cock aching and throbbing.

Lasla’s hand fell away from my dick as I reached the lampad. She wiggled her ass at me, so ready to have me fall to my knees and ram my dick into her cunt. I could tell how much she wanted me to fuck her hard.

I grinned, so eager to pound her with passion.

I fell to my knees, the sand soft beneath. I loved the way it shifted beneath my knees. I grabbed her rump. Pyrriah grabbed my cock. She snuggled up on my right side, her round breasts pressing into me, and kissed me on the mouth. As she did, she pushed my tip right against the lampad’s wet pussy.

“Fuck her hard, brother,” moaned Lasla as she snuggled up to me on my right side.