Chapter 2: The Erinyes’s Passion

Knight-Errant Angela – Ghost Wolves Tribal Lands, Federation of Larg

I gripped my sword as I faced Injuriae, the furious winged-woman standing naked before me. Her body was pale, her breasts small and conical, and a silver ring pierced through her clit. The flickering fire of her burning whip, clutched in her right hand, painted her body in dancing reds and oranges. Black-feathered wings spread out behind her, blocking out the starry, night sky.

I swallowed. She was some sort of demigoddess. She mentioned a mother that is furious at me. “You’re an erinyes? One of Slata’s vengeful daughters?”

“And mother wants vengeance against you, High-King’s descendant,” Injuriae answered. “Mother worked hard to see his dream undone. She will not allow you to recreate it.”

“Recreate it?” I asked in confusion, my naked breasts rising. I shifted on the grass covering the hill, ignoring the fronds tickling my inner thigh and brushing my cum-stained pussy. Before I went on watch, I had a hot foursome with Thrak, Xera, and Faoril who slept down in the camp. Hot from the sex, I hadn’t bothered dressing before climbing the hill to take watch. “I just want to slay the dragon.”

“That’s where it begins, but once you have the sword, you will want the rest of your ancestor’s possessions. You will want to recreate his empire.”

“But I’m a woman,” I protested. “Only men can rule nations. Pater rules the gods, so men must rule on earth.”

“Do you really believe that?”

I did. “Yes. This is ridiculous. I’m a knight, not a conquerer.”

“Power has a way of making us act against our nature,” Injuriae said as she advanced on me. “When you have the sword reforged and realize what it gives you, your thoughts will be twisted. You will find ways to rationalize your rule. Humans always find ways to rationalize their perversity. That is why my sisters exist.”

“Your sisters exist because your mother was a dumb cunt and let Las trick her into having sex with him. You’re nothing but the God of Lust’s bastard spawn.” My mind grappled onto that. There was something there, something about Erinyes I could use. It was hard to think standing naked against a demigoddess.

“Her anger at being violated by Las birthed us,” snarled Injuriae, her beautiful face twisting into something ugly. “We are her vengeance given flesh. We right her grievances. Your existence is an offense to her.”

I glanced down at the camp. No one was awake. “We’re under attack!”

Faoril stirred in the bed. She cuddled up to Xera as she lay between Thrak and the hermaphroditic elf. Her hand idly stroked down Xera’s moon-painted body, caressing the elf’s hard dick. I frowned. I had shouted loudly.

“We’re under attack.”

“They cannot hear you,” laughed Injuriae.

Her whip cracked at me. I leaped back, the flaming end missing my naked belly by mere inches. I swallowed. My shield lay back in the camp. I really wish I had brought it up with me when I took watch.

And why didn’t I put on any armor? Just because I finished having sex? How could I be so stupid?

“I erected a cone of silence. No one will hear you die. Your Quest ends—”

I bellowed and lunged in, thrusting my longsword forward to find her flesh. The Erinyes twisted her belly, her small breasts jiggling as she spun around my sword. Her wing extended and crashed into my side. I gasped in shock as I was thrown off-balance from the blow.

I hadn’t expected to be attacked by her wings.

My feet stumbled. Her wing pushed me away from the party towards the back of the hill. The grass hid a small hole, probably a rodent’s burrow, and I gasped as my ankle twisted. I groaned and landed on my side. The world spun around me. Grass caressed my body as I tumbled down the side of the hill. I thrust my sword over my head and hoped I didn’t impale myself.

I crashed at the bottom of the hill, separated from my companions. I landed on my back, my red hair spilled across my face. I brushed it aside with my offhand and gained my feet, my large breasts heaving before me.

“I am the Vengeance of the Holy Mother embodied,” screamed Injuriae as she leaped from the top of the cliff, her wings spread wide. She glided down the hill, her arm raising her weapon. The flaming whip coiled behind her.

Her arm snapped forward. The whip uncoiled. The air hissed.

“Slata’s cunt,” I growled as I dived to the side.

The whip smacked hard into the ground. The flaming tendril cut tufts of grass. They tumbled through the air, their ends smoldering, and fell back to the earth. The erinyes landed before me, her face lit by her flaming whip.

I gained my feet as the whip cracked at my face.

Xerathalasia

I walked through the forests, a song bursting from my chest. My wife answered. Atharilesia stepped out from behind a massive tree trunk, naked save for her necklaces of polished beads that dangled down to her round breasts. Her stomach swelled before her, pregnant with our daughter.

“Where have you been, wife?” Atharilesia demanded, her hand rubbing her belly.

“With Angela. On her Quest.”

“Quest,” sneered Atharilesia. “Why are you on the quest when you’re needed here? With me. I’m pregnant.”

“But ... you told me to go,” I protested.

Nyonthilasara stood beside my wife. My sister pressed against my wife, her arms wrapping around my wife’s pregnant belly. “I have to take care of her. It should be you, sister. But you are never around. Always something more important than Atharilesia.”

“Always,” Atharilesia nodded.

“Being a hunter is important. Someone has to protect our woods.”

“And go with Angela on her quest?” Atharilesia asked.

I opened my mouth to protest when a warm, sucking delight engulfed my cock. I groaned. Atharilesia knelt before me, her mouth wrapped around my dick. I shuddered, struggling to remember when my wife had moved. My dick throbbed in her mouth. My nipples ached and my pussy clenched against the warm, wet sucking.

It felt so real.

“You left her,” Nyonthilasara accused as I ran my hand through Atharilesia’s green hair. “You left your pregnant wife.”

“That’s so good,” I moaned, savoring my wife’s sucking mouth. “Oh, yes. Keep sucking my cock. I love it.”

Atharilesia moaned about my dick. It was a throaty moan, not her beautiful soprano, but rougher. More human. The world grew hazy. I shifted, suddenly aware I lay on the hard ground. I struggled to hold on, gripping my wife’s head.

“Atharilesia,” I moaned as I opened my eyes to see the starry sky.

“Does ‘Atharilesia’ mean ‘suck my cock hard?’” Faoril asked as she knelt between my thighs, her hand grasping my cock. The mage had a smile on her face, framed by her short, light-brown hair. The tip of my dick glistened in the moonlight from her saliva.

“No, it’s my wife’s name,” I groaned, the dream fading away along with the guilt of abandoning my pregnant wife to join the Angela’s Quest as Faoril’s thumb ran across my cock’s crown. I shuddered at the pleasure.

“Dreaming of her while I was sucking your cock,” giggled Faoril. She sucked the tip back into her mouth. I groaned again. Nearby, Thrak slept, the orc on his back, his soft cock spilled across his swarthy stomach.

“Didn’t get enough sex?” I groaned.

“Sorry,” Faoril purred. “But you only have a cock three days out of twenty-eight. That’s only 11% of the time. I need to enjoy it while I can.”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth. I groaned as she bobbed her mouth. Her fingers caressed the wet folds of my pussy. My ears twitched as I squirmed and enjoyed her hungry mouth. Faoril was a Mage, and that made her a slut for cock. Female mages lived for cum.

And when I was in heat and my cock had sprouted, I was eager to enjoy a mage’s hot mouth, wet pussy, and tight ass as much as possible. Her and Angela were the only women I could fuck out here since Sophia wouldn’t touch me when I had a cock.

My large breasts heaved as the pleasure flowed through me. “That’s so good. Worship my cock.”

Faoril thrust two fingers into my pussy. I groaned, my sex clenching down on her probing fingers while my back arched. I squeezed my breasts and tugged on my fingers. My hips arched and bucked my cock into her hungry mouth while her fingers teased the inside of my pussy.

It was a delight to experience bliss in every possible way. I groaned and shuddered as my pussy and cock were both stimulated. The marigold scent of my pussy filled the air, mixing with Faoril’s earthier, spicy musk.

I loved the scent of human pussy. Elves had a flowery delight that just couldn’t compare to the more primal delight of human cunt.

“Are you trying to suck all the cum out of my body?” I groaned as my hips bucked up again. My toes curled and my pointed ears twitched. I bit my lip and squeezed my breasts. “Because I love it. Mmm, yes. Keep sucking, slut.”

Faoril bobbed her mouth up and down. Then she slid her mouth up until only the tip was trapped behind her tightly sealed lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and her tongue slid across my crown. My body bucked and my pussy clenched hard about her thrusting fingers.

A moan escaped my lips, filling the air. I couldn’t help myself. Her mouth was so hot. So wet. So wonderful. My body spasmed as a ripple of pleasure radiated from my pussy throughout my body then ending at the crown of my dick.

The pressure built at the tip.

“I’m going to give you so much cum,” I moaned. “Mmm, you will drown in it.”

Faoril’s brown eyes flicked to mine. She sucked harder. Her tongue flicked across my crown while her fingers curled inside my pussy. My eyes widened as she found the special spot along the top of my pussy wall.

Her fingers massaged the bundle of nerves there.

Intense pleasure washed through me. “Matar’s blessed cock,” I moaned in Elvish. “Thank you for this gift of pleasure. Thank you for my cock.”

My body shuddered. My jaw clenched. My back arched, thrusting my dick deeper into her mouth. The pleasure burst out of my pussy. My cunt spasmed on her thrusting fingers. The wonderful pleasure shot to the tip of my dick.

My cum erupted.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Drink my cum, slut.”

Faoril’s cheeks bulged as my cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed, sucking hard, eager to get every drop. Her fingers kept attacking that special spot in my pussy. Another orgasm burst from my cunt as my cock kept erupting. My breasts heaved and jiggled.

“Matar’s cock!”

My orgasm consumed me. My entire body tensed. An eternity of bliss passed in a single heartbeat. And then I collapsed, my large breasts heaving as I struggled to breathe. My eyes fluttered and my cock ached in Faoril’s mouth.

She popped her mouth off my cock and smiled at me. She crawled up my body, her round breasts dragging across my stomach. They reached my larger tits, our nipples brushing as she leaned down and planted a hot kiss on my mouth.

Hot, salty cum filled my lips. I groaned, my tongue thrusting into her depths as I savored the taste of my elf-seed. Her lithe body writhed on me as we kissed. My dick throbbed, pinned between our silky bodies.

“Mmm, that was great,” Faoril grinned. “We’re going to be so tired tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh, yes,” I grinned, my hands sliding down her back to seize her ass. I had the next watch after Angela. The poor thing was up on the hill probably masturbating as she watched us. My concern for Angela was lost as Faoril undulated atop me, grinding against my hard dick. “Do you want more cum?”

“That depends where you want to put it,” Faoril grinned.

My right hand dipped past her ass and between her thighs to rub at the wet folds of her pussy. “How about here?”

Faoril’s eyes twinkled as she gave me another kiss.

Knight-Errant Angela

The air cracked and hissed as I dueled the Erinyes.

No, duel wasn’t the right word. Duel implied that I was able to fight back. I couldn’t. Her whip gave her so much reach. Without a shield, I had no way to block her attacks. It was impossible to parry her whip. All I could do was dodge.

And that was tiring me out. Sweat trickled down my naked breasts as her whip hissed and cracked. Cut stalks of grass danced through the air on the cool breeze that blew around the bottom of the hill. I was a skilled knight and I had Gewin’s blessing adorning my flesh.

I think that was all keeping me alive. My reflexes were swift and the blessing from Gewin I received back in Shesax still filled my body.

“How long can you keep dancing?” Injuriae asked.

“Oh, is this frustrating you?” I demanded as I twisted out of the way of her slashing whip. “I’m so sorry that my desire to stay alive is inconveniencing you.”

The Erinyes hissed. She made an underhand flick of her wrist, shooting the whip at me. I leaned to the side, the whip snapping past me, then darted in, my sword thrusting before me. The erinyes didn’t dodge.

Instead, she flicked her wrist. The whip hissed behind me as it cracked back towards the Erinyes.

I dropped.

I grunted as I hit the ground. The whip sliced over the air above me. The erinyes was forced to twist her body to dance out of the way of her scything weapon. She twirled around as I stood, regaining control of her weapon and sent it slashing out at me.

“You cannot win,” Injuriae hissed. “Why do you prolong this?”

“Really?” I demanded. “Do you really expect me to just give up and let you kill me? How stupid are you?”

“I’m smart enough to know you cannot win. This is hopeless. You will tire yourself out and then I will kill you.”

“Unless you get tired first,” I growled and dodged her next attack.

I took a swing at her whip with my blade as it streaked by. Maybe I could cut it and reduce her reach or disable her weapon completely. My blade sliced down and struck the whip dead center. My sword didn’t cut the flaming weapon in half.

The whip coiled about my blade.

Injuriae yanked hard. My sword ripped from my hand. The whip uncoiled with a flick of Injuriae’s wrist and my sword sailed over the Erinyes to impale into the side of the hill. Blade waved, flashing with moonlight.

I swallowed as the Erinyes snapped her whip at me.

Now I was really in trouble.

She drove me back, away from my sword. Every time I tried to dart around her, the whip lashed, driving me back. It cracked and hissed as it narrowly missed my flesh. The force of its passage stirred up the wind, sending breezes crashing around my naked body.

How could I win? This was hopeless. I couldn’t close the distance. I couldn’t block her attack. I had no way to defeat her. And she was driving me away from my allies. My heart thudded in my chest and my stomach twisted.

Is this how I died?

Sophia’s face burned through my mind. I didn’t want to lose her. She was my lover. My sex slave. She needed her mistress. When I set out on this Quest, I believed I was almost certainly going to die. But by facing the dragon, not because a demigoddess tried to kill me on the order of her Holy Mother who hated my distant ancestor.

The whip lashed out. I dodged. My side ached, a stitch forming. I sucked in deep breaths. I needed a rest. The muscles in my thighs burned from overexertion. I dodged to the right when my muscle in my thigh spasmed and knotted.

I screamed in pain, gripping my thigh as I collapsed onto the ground. The muscle throbbed beneath my hand as I fought against the hot knife shooting through it. I couldn’t let a knotted muscle stop me. I tried to stand, fighting the agony.

The whip cracked and wrapped around my left ankle. The lash burned me as Injuriae yanked it back. I fell onto my belly. She kept pulling on her whip, dragging me across the grass. I rolled onto my back, grass staining my naked breasts as I stared up at her.

She planted a naked foot between my breasts and raised the whip. “See. Inevitable.”

“Go fuck Las’s diseased cock,” I spat as I stared up at death.

Journeyman Mage Faoril

I groaned as Xera’s cock nudged at the folds of my pussy. Our breasts pressed together and our nipples brushed, shooting excited tingles down to my pussy. I reached behind me and grasped the elf’s thick cock, guiding the tip to the entrance of my cunt.

“Yes,” I moaned as I sank down her thick cock. It was a wonderful cock, almost as big as Thrak’s, though it did lack his bone piercing.

But there was something so wonderfully exciting about fucking a woman with a cock. Xera’s pillowy tits rubbed against mine while her soft hands squeezed and kneaded my ass. I kissed her soft lips as my pussy gripped her hard dick.

I undulated my hips, working her dick in and out of my pussy. We moaned into our kiss as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy. My ass clenched and relaxed beneath her squeezing hands as I fucked the elf.

“Oh, no,” Sophia gasped from across the banked fire.

I broke the kiss and glanced over as the naked acolyte burst out of her bedding and raced out into the darkness.

“What’s that?” I groaned as I ground my clit into Xera’s pubic bone.

“I”m not sure,” Xera gasped as Sophia vanished into the darkness towards the hill where Angela kept watch. “Should we go check it out?”

“No,” I panted, my pussy clenching down on her dick. The pleasure stirred through me. “I bet she really just had to pee.”

“Probably,” gasped Xera, her face contorting. “Mmm, work that pussy on my cock. I want to spill my cum into your depths, slut.”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, fucking her faster. We kissed again and Xera rolled me over onto my back. Her hips hammered into my pussy and pleasure flooded my body.

Acolyte Sophia

I moaned into the kiss with my goddess Saphique. Her warning echoed in my head. The Erinyes had been unleashed to hunt Angela down. I had to warn her. The wonderful dream dissolved around me, the Isle of Women, Saphique’s realm in the Astral Plane, vanished.

My eyes snapped open.

“Oh, no,” I gasped as I burst to my feet, heedless of my nudity.

I dashed off to the hilltop where Angela kept watch. I didn’t see my lover atop the hill as I raced through the grass. The fronds tickled at my flesh as I pushed myself to run faster. I ignored the discomfort on the soles of my feet as I scrambled up the hill.

I had to warn Angela. Erinyes were dangerous creatures. There were three of them, and each was a match for any warrior. Even my amazing Angela. My heart hammered in my chest, and I sucked in deep breaths as I summited the top.

I glanced down the hill, scanning for Angela. She warred with an Erinyes. My mistress was naked and dodging without a sword. “Angela needs help,” I called out as I raced down the hilltop. I had no idea what I could do.

My stomach clenched when Angela let out a cry of pain and collapsed, gripping her thigh. The Erinyes’s burning whip snagged Angela’s ankle and my lover was dragged to the vengeful demigoddess. The Erinyes planted her foot between Angela’s breasts and raised up her whip.

The Erinyes spoke, but I couldn’t hear anything.

I ran faster. I had to somehow stop that whip from killing my mistress. I had no idea how, so I let out the loudest shout I could as I ran at the Erinyes naked and unarmed. My small breasts bounced before me as I reached the bottom of the hill.

“No. Stop. You can’t.”

The Erinyes glanced over at me, a frown crossing her face.

Knight-Errant Angela

The Erinyes jerked her attention away, surprise crossing her face. I was shocked to. Of all the members of my party to come to my rescue, I never thought it would be a naked Sophia. The acolyte ran, her small breasts bouncing, her lithe body racing fast, her brown hair streaming behind her.

“You can’t kill her.”

This was my chance. I lunged upward, ignoring the knot in my thigh that burned, and seized the whip handle above her hand. My left fist planted hard into the Erinyes’s solar plexus at the same moment.

She grunted in pain, her hand relaxing as she staggered and her wings flapped. I ripped the whip from her hand and swung it hard at her. The whip cracked against her flesh. It coiled around her upper body, pinning both her arms to her side.

I jerked tight.

“What?” Injuriae gasped in disbelief. “You ... what?”

I kicked my leg out and caught her left knee at the side. Her legs buckled and she fell to her knees before her. I kept a tight grip on the whip, keeping her bound tightly as Sophia ran up to me. Her face flushed, she leaned forward and planted her hands on her knees as she sucked in breaths.

“Angela, Slata’s ... sent the ... Erinyes ... after you...”

“Yeah, I know,” I grunted, my right thigh burning. “Do you know any way to kill one?”

“You can’t ... kill an Erinyes...” Sophia answered, straightening as she caught her breath. “You have to sexually dominate one. Once an Erinyes has pleasured you, she can never feel her righteous anger against you. She can’t deliver vengeance upon someone she doesn’t hate.”