Chapter 1: Fucking the Hot Wife

Aoifa – Southern Lesh-Ke Mountains, The Kingdom of Haz

Reds, yellows, and oranges had descended upon the mountains. The autumn foliage graced the ridge to our right as we rode down the winding, dirt road. It was steep, our horses plodding as they navigated the ridge. I patted Scathach, my black mare, on the neck as she followed my husband and wife.

Fiona was before me. My twin sister and wife wore her white robes, split for riding, and soft, doeskin boots. Her dark-red hair fell in a long braid down her back as her head moved about. We weren't identical, despite being twins, and I had short, black hair and far larger breasts, shown off they the tight, dark leathers I wore.

Seamus, our husband, led us astride Strider, his black warhorse. He was in his armor, a coat of male, bracers, and greaves strapped over leather pants. He was a burly man with a wild mop of red hair. And he was muscled like a maiden's fantasy.

I was glad Fiona chose him as our husband over the other paladins. I had very little say in the matter. She was a twinborn witch, gifted with the ability to see the spirits. She lived in a world populated by dancing spirits always talking and showing off to her. It explained her head casting back and forth. She was easily distracted by the spirits.

Because Fiona was twinborn, she had to serve and protect the peoples of the Lesh-Ke Mountains, whether they were Tuathan, like my spouses and myself, or the Hazians that claimed our mountains a few hundred years ago. Custom dictated every twinborn witch and her twin must marry a Paladin of Gewin, God of War.

Fiona chose Seamus. He was a passionate man. Whether fighting, drinking, or fucking, he could hold his own. He was a man after my own appetites. For Seamus and I, marriage meant love your spouses, but no one said you couldn't take lovers and others conquests.

Fiona disagreed.

My sister was a prude. I loved as more than a sister, but she was so uptight. It was rare that Seamus and I could get her to indulge, and she was forever interfering in our fun. So what if the merchant's wife wanted to give Seamus a special reward for stopping the bandits attempting to rob her husband's convoy? Who cared if a handsome buck wanted to prove his manhood by taking me hard?

It was just fun.

Not to say Fiona was shy. In our bedroll at night, she was passionate as she made love to Seamus and me. I just wish she would realize Slata, Mother of All, had gifted women with bodies made for giving and receiving pleasure.

"How much longer until we reach Dev-Lek?" I asked as I squirmed in the saddle of my mare.

"We should reach the village by nightfall," Fiona answered, "baring any unforeseen misfortune."

"Now why did you have to say that?" I asked with a groan. "You are inviting misfortune to pray upon us."

"No, I am not," Fiona huffed.

"You are," Seamus said as he turned in his saddle and grinned. He had too pretty of a face for a man. It helped him loosen the bodice and hike the skirt of the most upright wife or timid virgin he met.

Only it was his longsword he loosened in its scabbard. He turned his gaze to the brush, peering intently.

"Do you really expect trouble?" Fiona sighed. "Just because I spoke those words?"

"I'm hoping for it," Seamus laughed. "I haven't been in a fight in a week. A man gets rusty."

"Is that why you always try to bed every strumpet that crosses your path," Fiona muttered.

"Both my swords need to stay honed."

"Our husband is dedicated to his weapons," I giggled.

"Ooh, don't encourage him," Fiona snapped. "And, dear husband, do you forget that you have two nubile wives that would be more than willing to spar with you."

"Aye, sparring with you and Aoifa is exhilarating," Seamus nodded. "I do so love to do it at least once a day, but a man has to face a variety of opponents to keep his blade sharp."

"And his cock wet," I giggled again.

"Aoifa," Fiona hissed. "And what's your excuse for bedding every strongman, monster, and whore that falls into your bed?"

"I am a thief," I proudly declared. "It requires a great deal of agility and a certain amount of limberness. Writhing in bed is a great exercise."

"And she's very limber, Fiona," Seamus agreed. "Remember last week when she wrestled with the panthopus. She had to be very limber to deal with its tentacles."

My pussy clenched as I remembered how exciting that was. "Yes, he was very—"

Naked women burst out of the brush, their lush bodies smeared with dirt. They were Hazians, with dusky skin and black hair. A wild passion glazed their eyes as they leaped at us. I rolled to the right and dropped from my saddle before one grabbed me.

"The missing women?" Seamus shouted as he seize a buxom woman who tried to claw at his face.

"They must be the missing prostitutes," Fiona gasped.

Two wild women seized Fiona and hauled her out of the saddle. My wife landed on the ground with a gasp. The two women seized her hands and struggled to subdue her. But this was not my wife's first fight.

One of the wild women let out a screech as Fiona twisted her attacker's arm. Then my sweet sister planted the toe of her doeskin boot into the stomach of the second attacker. The naked woman flew back, hissing as she hit the ground and rolled head over heels.

"Don't hurt them!" Fiona shouted. "They appear under a spell. The gorgon plaguing Dev-Lek is craftier than we believed."

"Yes, I thought it was strange she was stealing women and men," I growled as I ducked a naked woman's scratching slap. The woman hissed at me like a cat and flexed her fingers. Her fingernails were ragged and sharp.

Fiona intoned her magic as I dodged the woman's attack. As Seamus claimed, I was limber. I contorted my body as I slipped around the woman. I resisted the urge to pull out my daggers and plunge them into her heart. While it would have been a simple solution to the problem, we were here to rescue the missing miners and prostitutes taken by the gorgon.

So instead I pulled out a coil of maidenshair rope. It was braided from the tresses of a dozen Tuathan virgins, giving the rope a fiery hue mixed with strands of black and auburn. With deft fingers, I uncoiled it. No rope was suppler than maidenshair, and despite its thin width, it had the strength of iron chains.

The wild woman swiped with her fingernails. I caught her wrist and twisted. The woman gasped as her body turned, her breasts bouncing. A loop of rope went around her wrist. She struggled in my arms. I let her go. She jumped away, the rope sliding through my hand as I gave her some slack.

Then I jerked.

The woman screeched as she stumbled back towards me, her free arm windmilling to keep her upright. I seized her other wrist, twisted again, and bound her hands behind her back. I gave her plump bottom a squeeze before I swept her legs out from beneath her. She fell to the leaf-strewn ground. Autumns leavings crunched beneath her body as I rolled her onto her belly and tied her right ankle to her hands.

"Now you're like a roped heifer," I laughed and gave her ass another smack. She hissed on the ground, her one free leg kicking at the fallen leaves. Some fluttered up into the air and drifted back down to her dusky skin.

I shoved my hand between her legs and rubbed at her pussy a few times. My fingers came away wet, and I licked her tangy juices off. "You sit tight while I help my spouses out."

Seamus

My armor creaked as the wild woman charged me. She was a mature beauty, her breasts large and bountiful as they bounced before her. The woman's hair trailed after, a streak of black mixed with bright red. She was half-Hazian and half my own race, Tuathan.

I sheathed my sword. I didn't exactly understand why these women attacked us. They seemed to be the missing prostitutes that had vanished from the village of Dev-Lek along with many miners. And there was no way I would plant my sword between a pair of breasts as lush as hers.

My cock was hard in my leather pants as the beauty crashed into my chainmail. I did like an older woman, still beautiful but knowing how to handle a man. I seized her wrists, spun her around, and pressed her back against a pine tree. Dead leaves fell out of the branches as she squirmed against me, her legs thrashing.

I stared into her eyes and suddenly she changed. Her lips were on mine, hot and passionate. I groaned as I kissed her back. I kept hold of her hands with my left, pinning them above her head, while my right slid up the silky skin of her body to the heaving mounds. I squeezed the plump tit; the woman moaned into the kiss as I thumbed her nipple.

My cock ached. Her writhing body pressed against my chainmail armor, putting pressure on my shaft. I kissed her harder, thrusting my tongue into the beautiful woman. Her thighs wrapped about my hips, squeezing my mail tight and pulling me against her.

I wanted to take her right now.

"Seamus!" Fiona shouted. "What are you doing?"

I broke the kiss. "Subduing the woman."

"With your tongue?" my wife scathed. She had her hands planted on her hips, gathering in her white robes to press on her sleek legs. She was a gorgeous woman.

"Want to join me?" I asked with a grin while the mature beauty nibbled on my whiskered chin. "I think it'll be pleasurable."

"No," she huffed. "These women are under the gorgon's control somehow. Now just hold her while I break the enchantment."

"I know a few ways I can keep her pinned," I grinned.

"Absolutely not," shuddered Fiona. "She's not acting like herself. The woman doesn't actually want to fuck you. She's compelled."

"Fiona," I grinned at my wife, "you know every woman wants to fuck me."

Fiona shuddered and muttered, "Why did the gods gift him with that smile?"

"To melt your heart," I answered. "Come on, Fiona. Let's have some fun."

I knew it was pointless. Fiona's idea of fun was strictly monogamous—Aoifa, her, and me. No one else. And while I did love hot threesomes with my two wives, a man needed more pussy to stick his cock into.

Fiona raised her fist. "Spirits, free this poor woman from the spell."

The air around me tingled. I couldn't see the spirits, but I could feel their presence as they brushed my body. The woman nibbling on my neck convulsed against my body as the gorgon's enchantment broke. Her brown eyes blinked, staring unfocused for a moment. Then she shuddered and gasped.

"Oh, my," she whispered. "I'm naked and you're..."

"Saving you," I grinned and stepped back. "Seamus, Paladin of Gewin."

"And I'm his wife, Fiona."

The woman vainly tried to cover her generous assets with her arms while also trying to hide her shaved, wet pussy lips by crossing her legs. Hard, pink nipples peaked around her dusky fingers as she shivered.

"Well, thank you for freeing me from that awful gorgon's spell," the woman said. "I'm Eoshia."

"You are pretty modest for a prostitute," I grinned, my eyes drinking in her beauty.

"Seamus," Fiona snapped. "You behave while I go break the enchantments on the other women."

"I'm no prostitute," Eoshia answered. "I'm the only married woman in Dev-Lek. I help my husband run the inn."

My cock throbbed harder. Prostitutes were no challenge. You gave them coin and they spread their legs. "You're married, huh?"

I gave her my grin and she smiled. "Yes."

Interest danced in her eyes as I stood before her. I knew I struck an impressive figure. I was a warrior, strong and handsome, with my fiery-red hair spilling about my shoulders. My armor clinked as I touched her arm. A shudder ran through her as my calloused thumb stroked across her dusky skin.

"Seamus!" Fiona snapped. She rushed over, holding one of her spare robes, and handed it to Eoshia. "Stop ogling the poor woman."

Eoshia took the robe and turned away as she drew it on. I was afforded a good luck at her ass. She shifted, swaying her curving rump before the robe closed around her. She looked at me over her shoulder as she belted it closed.

"And would you be so kind as to escort us back to Dev-Lek?" Eoshia asked. "My husband would be more than happy to show his appreciation."

I glance at my wife as she broke the enchantment on two women bound by spiritual energy. They must be prostitutes because they weren't so quick to be embarrassed by their nakedness. Fiona moved out of earshot as she headed to Aoifa's prisoner.

"I think I'd rather receive your appreciation," I grinned at Eoshia.

"What about your wife?"

"Wives," I answered as Aoifa stood up and stretched. "And they won't mind."

Aoifa gave me a wink. She was dressed in tight, black leathers that showed off her lithe body. She turned and took Fiona's arm, turning our wife away so I could keep flirting with the older beauty. I definitely owed Aoifa.

"You would have me show my appreciation when I am a happily, married woman?" Eoshia purred.

"You'll be even happier after you do," I promised her. "No goodwife has ever been sad after a visit from me."

Her cheeks blushed. "You make me think such shameful thoughts. I love my husband. We have been married for twelve years, and no man has ever parted my thighs but his."

"Poor you," I told her. "You've missed out on so much."

"So all the miners claim," Eoshia laughed. "They always boast about the size of their picks and how well they'll mine my cave."

"But were any bold enough to do this." I shoved my hand beneath her robe and touched her naked hip. I slid up beneath her skin, heading for her heaving breast. "Boys boast. Real man don't need to. We just take."

I reached her breast and gave the pillowy mound a squeeze. Her cheeks grew even redder. She didn't fight as I thumbed her nipple. A soft sigh escaped her lips. I grinned at her and pulled my hand out before Fiona spotted me.

"Trust me, you will not be disappointed by what I have to offer."

Her cheeks were crimson. "No. I bet I won't." She shook her head. "Gods, what is wrong with me? You, good paladin, are far too handsome."

I winked at her.

Fiona

I glanced back at Seamus. He had moved away from Eoshia. The poor woman's cheeks were red. I could only imagine the disgusting words my husband said to her. Seamus should only say those disgusting, naughty words to Aoifa and me. That was proper.

I did like those words, particularly when he was inside me, his strong body atop me, my hands rubbing his muscles as his dick drove over and over into the hot depths of my pussy. Then those words were wonderful.

I shifted my hips and pushed down my desires.

"Are you finished?" Aoifa asked, her eyes staring at one of the naked prostitutes. She was just as bad as Seamus.

"Yes. They're all freed." The spell had been simple. Dispelling spirits were more than eager to break the enchantments for me. But I had no idea how the gorgon enchanted the women. A gorgon normally only lured off men and turned them into statues.

What would a gorgon want with turning women into wild beasts that attack travelers?

I marched to Eoshia to find out. "What can you tell me about the gorgon?"

Eoshia blinked. "You know about Euryale?"

"My spouses and I are traveling to Dev-Lek to defeat the gorgon and rescue the missing miners and, um..."

"Whores?" Eoshia supplied.

"Prostitutes, yes," I nodded, my cheeks warming.

"Are you a Triad?" Eoshia asked. "My mother told me about them."

I touched Eoshia's hair. "She was Tuathan?"

The woman nodded.

"Yes. My sister, Seamus, and I form a Holy Triad." My smile grew. "I have been gifted with command over spirits, a twinborn witch."

"You're husband doesn't seem so holy," Eoshia said, her eyes glancing to Seamus as he ogled the naked prostitutes. The women all giggled as they preened for him and Aoifa. "I thought paladins were holy warriors."

"Gewin doesn't require purity from his paladins," I muttered as I frowned at my husband. "And Seamus has far too much ... energy."

"I can tell."

"Don't worry, I'll keep him away from you. We'll get you back to the arms of your husband." I patted her wrist. "Okay."

"Thank you," Eoshia said, nodding her head. She had a determined look in her eyes. "I need to get back to my husband."

"Exactly." I whirled around. "Seamus, we need to press on if we're going to reach the mining village before nightfall. Stop ogling those hussies and lead the way."

Seamus grinned at me.

I walked beside Eoshia as she rode on my horse Whitesocks. Two of the prostitutes rode on Seamus's warhorse while he led the mount, their giggling laughter echoing down the trail as they commented on all the wicked deeds they wanted to perform with my husband.

Las-damned hussies.

The last hussy rode on Aoifa's horse.

"So why did Euryale take you," I asked Eoshia.

"I really don't remember," Eoshia frowned. "I think ... she likes women. We were her..." Color blossomed in her cheeks. "Well, we did things with her."

I nodded. "I'm sorry that happened."

Eoshia shrugged. "It's all like a half-remembered dream. I can only catch snippets of it. I think she sent us out to lead travelers into her caves and to find her more women."

"That is so unusual," I frowned. "She is not behaving like a normal gorgon. And she never turned any of you to stone?"

"No. And we did lie with her, and we did witness her turn the men to stone. But she was more interested in gathering us as a group."

"Really?" My stomach twisted. This gorgon was such a confusing monster. "Seamus, you have to hear this."

"Huh?" he asked, turning around to look at me instead of the hussies and their naked breasts. The one in back was fondling the other's breasts and nibbling on her neck as the pair writhed on Seamus's saddle.

Disgusting.

"This gorgon is not behaving properly. She is gathering women for a reason. We need to be careful until we understand what is happening."

Seamus winked at me. "When am I not careful?"

"All the time."

Aoifa laughed behind me.

Aoifa – Dev-Lek, Kingdom of Haz

Dev-Lek was a foul town made of ramshackle barracks for the miners centered around the large and noisy Pick and Shovel Inn. It was a three story, squat building made of stone bricks mortared together. Numerous chimneys belched smoke. Beyond the buildings was massive foundry where the ore was smelted and then shipped out to ... wherever.

Aoifa had no idea.

The miners were rough men, dirty from digging in the ground, their hair gnarled. They leered at the prostitutes, who all blew kisses, winked, and giggled at the miner's coarse words. These women must grow rich letting the horny miners pay to fuck them.

Lucky girls.

Seamus led us to the inn. A pair of scrawny men took our horses and nodded to Eoshia. The innkeeper's wife led us into the noisy common room. A large group of men were gathered in one corner, all shouting and laughing.

"Ooh, the barguest is out," giggled one of the prostitutes.

"Barguest?" I asked. The black, monstrous creature, resembling a dog but with the ability to assume a humanoid shape. Their shapechanging was mostly useless. They were easy to spot as humans because of their midnight-black skin. "Why is one of those here?"

Barguest weren't the most dangerous monsters unless they were in a pack, though they did enjoy stealing children and eating them. They were also cowards, fleeing before any armed foe. I peered at the crowd. Over the shouts of the men I heard panting and barking. And was that a woman's moan?

"One of the miners tamed it," the prostitute continued, "and they pay us handsomely to fuck the monster."

"It's exciting," giggled another girl. "Especially when you're knotted. But don't let the miners know. We make so much money pretending to be scared and ashamed."

My pussy went wet. I glanced at Seamus and he grinned at me, nodding his head. I took his arm and we walked to the group while Fiona led Eoshia to the bar where the woman's husband gasped in disbelief.

We pushed through the crowd of men and revealed a dusky-skinned prostitute shuddering on the floor mounted by the barguest. "How long do you think he'll stated knotted, boys?" she asked.

The barguest, his hairless skin as black as midnight, resembled a dog at a glance, but his body was heavily muscled and his snout was longer. His teeth were all razor sharp and yellow eyes burned as his body shuddered. He had turned around on the floor, his butt pressed against the naked woman's. I caught a glimpse of his red cock buried in her pussy as he shifted. It looked swollen to larger than Seamus's fist.

The knot.

"Oh, wow," I gasped as the crowd made their bets.

"You want a turn?" Seamus grinned, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass through my leather pants.

"By the gods, yes," I moaned. I loved fucking monster cocks. They were always so exciting. One day, I hoped to share that joy with Fiona.

"Have fun," Seamus grinned. He loved to watch me fuck monsters.

"I will," I purred.

Fiona

I was so happy to reunite Eoshia with her husband Feran. I smiled when we entered the boisterous common room of the Pick and Shovel. Eoshia, still wearing one of my spare robes, headed to the bar manned by a slender barkeep, his face downcast, a dirty rag slung over his shoulder.

"Feran," Eoshia shouted, barely audible over the boisterous ruckus in the corner of the common room. All the miners were gathered over there, no doubt engaging in some lewd act with the prostitutes brought in by the mine's owner, Lord Darshvas, to keep the miners happy.

Feran's despondency fell away when he witnessed Eoshia hurrying to him. I followed, my hands clasped before me as Eoshia went behind the bar and gave her husband a fond hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

"How?" Feran asked, his eyes wide with disbelieve. He was a pure Hazian with dusky skin, a darker shade than his wife, and black hair. "I feared..."

"I was freed from the gorgon's spell by Fiona and her husband, Seamus." A big smile crossed her lips. "They were very heroic."