Chapter 4: Halfling’s Nubile Harem

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Xerathalasia – Road to Yevix, Magery of Thosi

I crested the hill and smiled at the thick, blue river widening across the broad, flat plain. It was far thicker than the Ichir River we had ridden past for the last five days since leaving the village of Lor-Khev. Where the Ichir flowed into the broader Royton, a large city, Yevix, marred the plain. Ships sailed north on the Royton for Lake Esh and the grand city of Esh-Esh, or they went south towards Raratha upon the great Nimborgoth.

I had trouble imagining the size of the Nimborgoth. Lake Esh was so big you could not see its far bank, and it was a puddle compared to the large sea. It took days of sailing to cross it to the deserts of Halani.

We would have to sail the Nimborgoth to find all the pieces of the High King’s sword, taking me farther from my wife and daughter. She must have been born by now. I pictured a gorgeous infant in my wife’s arms. How old would she be when I returned? A year?

My thoughts drifted again. I had to keep focused though it had been nine days since the Erinyes attacked us. I had failed the party that day. I should have spotted the ambush. My senses were the keenest.

“I remember sailing from Yevix to Raratha as a girl,” Sophia said. She perched on Purity, her mare, her face beaded with sweat. “The breeze blowing across the river was so cool. I look forward to being cool again.”

Angela nodded her head. Sweat matted the knight’s fiery hair to her temples. “You’ve been to Raratha?”

“Yes.” Sophia fanned her face. “Mother, my sister, and I stayed a month in the Saltspray Palace as guests of the Doge. We had such lovely apartments. The sea breeze kept them cool.” Sophia sighed. “Faoril, you command the elements, conjure a breeze and keep us cool.”

“And drain poor Thrak and Chaun dry?” Faoril laughed. “It would be fun, but we’ll need my magic ready to be used if Incessae shows up.”

“Yes, yes.” Sophia shook her head.

“Did you see the vault?” Angela asked.

“I did. The Doge’s very possessive of his treasures but he loves to show them off, for a price. He wanted my maiden head. I declined and his response was ... less thank diplomatic. But I guarantee that even if he shows you the vault, he won’t hand over the piece of the sword.”

“So we must steal it,” I said. “I assume that is why the Oracle mentioned the silent thief.” I gave Angela a look. “Does that violate your knight’s oath?”

“I’m not happy about it. But...” Angela took a deep breath. “The sword will be more valuable to the world by killing Dominari. I would prefer he gave it to me.”

“He won’t,” Sophia said with certainty. “He’s greedy. Besides, Angela, you’re the High King’s descendant. The sword belongs to you.”

“Why not to my mom? Or my cousins?” Angela sighed and wiped at her forehead. “I understand what you mean. I just wished there was a better way. The more I think about it, the less I like it.”

“Yes, it is a tricky, moral problem,” Faoril added. “The right of the individual versus the collective right of the public good.”

“But it will make a great story,” Chaun said. He strummed the lyre. “Stealing from the greedy Doge to recover the artifact. A few hiccups in the heist, a dash of excitement, a pinch of intrigue and it will have the crowds loving you.”

“Xera, what do you think?”

I smiled at Angela. “You need it. He’s not using it. I have trouble understanding why he wouldn’t relinquish it.”

“Because it’s valuable,” Sophia said like it was the most obvious fact.

Thrak snorted. “Value is a relative term, Sophia. That piece of the sword is more valuable to us than him.”

“Why do you think that?” Sophia frowned.

“Because he won’t be willing to die to keep it.” Thrak hefted his ax. “But we’ve faced death already. We have wagered our lives to claim the sword.”

“We are not storming the palace, Thrak.” Angela’s words were firm.

“No, of course not.” The orc gave an evil grin. “But we are motivated to get the sword piece. It is valuable to us. And the Doge will not be able to stop us.”

“Only put a bounty on our heads if we’re caught.” Angela slumped in her saddle. “Maybe we can buy it?”

“We just have to not get caught.”

“You make it sound easy, Thrak.”

“The thief,” Sophia said. “She’ll do it and we’ll ... umm...”

“Create the diversion,” Chaun finished. “The stakes will be high. At any moment our deception could be unmasked.”

“You sound too eager,” groaned Angela.

“We have our cover. A knight on her quest, her acolyte, a mage lending a hand, and the bard tagging along to record their deeds for posterity.”

“You seem to have left me and Thrak out,” I noted.

“Hmm, you two will be harder to explain. Better to have you two work with the thief.” Chaun plucked his lyre.

“While you enjoy the comforts of the palace?” asked Thrak.

“A sacrifice on our part,” admitted Chaun. “But we shall be in the palace, helping to create the conditions to get the thief into the Great Vault.” He plucked one last time on his lyre. “Well, I need to assume my disguise. We are nearing the city.”

Chaun’s skin rippled into pale Thosian flesh. His features did not change much, only growing rougher as he became a handsome human instead of his true form as a changeling. His pointed ears shrank and grew round while his silver hair became light brown. He had to change whenever we entered the city. Changelings had a poor reputation, seen as seducers of married women.

And they were. A changeling could look at a married woman and transform himself into her husband or lover. He would know how to mimic the man to seduce and impregnate her with a new changeling son.

“There,” he nodded, flashing a roguish smile. Even as a human, Chaun had an almost beautiful face. He was the first male that had ever attracted my lusts. “Let us find a ship so we can plot our escapade in more detail on the trip south.”

Thrak – Aboard the Halfling’s Harem, Royton River, The Magery of Thosi

I lounged in the bow of the Halfling’s Harem, the river boat we hired in Yevix yesterday to carry us south on the Royton to Raratha. The ship had left the docks of Yevix with the rising sun this morning, the human crew using the ships sweeps to row the Harem out of the harbor and into the rivers main channel. Captain Natan, a slim, and short, halfling owned the boat. He ran the boat with his seven wives, who scampered about the ship in loose, sleeveless shirts and linen britches.

Seven women. A lot of work for one man to keep happy. And they seemed happy. The wives sang songs as they worked on the ship, their soprano voices ringing out. Chaun joined them, still maintaining his disguise as a Thosian human.

While the ship sailed south on the current, I studied the farmland sliding past as we flowed towards the Kingdom of Valya. The ship moved faster than a horse. And that was with the sails furled and oars stowed. The Harem could travel even faster down the broad river.

The day warmed as the sun rose, painting the ripples of the river with bright highlights. A cool breeze flowed over the ship, laden with the river’s cool spray. The boat rocked in the current, swaying back and forth. The motion did not agree with Angela’s stomach. The knight hung her head over the railing and lost her breakfast to the river. The ever-doting Sophia rushed to her mistress’s side and offered a small breast for Angela to suckle from.

Faoril joined me at noon with lunch held in her hands. It consisted of thin bread wrapped around a mix of grilled meat and vegetables. “Hungry?” she asked, handing over one. “Taral calls it a pita.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking the pita. I wasn’t sure which halfling female was Taral.

Faoril perched on my right knee and took a small bite of hers, tearing through the thin bread, meat, and leafy vegetable. She smiled and, though her mouth was half-full, said, “It’s good.”

My first bite took a quarter of the pita. The leafy vegetable crunched in my mouth, mixing with the roasted pork and bland bread. The meat was spiced with pepper and something I didn’t recognize. “Good,” I agreed and took a second, larger bite. My third swallowed the rest. “Very good.”

Faoril giggled and took her second bite. We talked as she ate, discussing the philosophies of individual rights and where they intersected upon the common good of the community. Orc philosophy in the matter was simple: “It’s mine unless you can take it from me.”

Humans had a more complex belief about it.

We were in the midst of a spirited debate on the writings of Carlly Merks, and his theory of collectivism, when the captain of the Halfling’s Harem approached us, one of his wives in tow. The captain was a slim man, no taller than a boy. If Faoril was standing, the captain’s bronze face would stare at her midriff and no one in our group was shorter than her. His wife had golden, metallic hair and a brighter sheen of bronze skin. For a halfling, her breasts appeared large and round, filling out her shirt.

“Good afternoon, Captain Natan,” Faoril nodded.

“Captain,” I rumbled.

The captain performed a sweeping bow, his short, silver hair flashing in the sunlight. “Master Thrak,” he said as he straightened, “I do not know the custom of your kind, so please understand what I suggest is not meant to offend.”

“Offend?” I asked, arching a pierced eyebrow.

The halfling wife gave me an arched smile and shifted her hips. Interest danced in her eyes.

“Among my race, when a halfling finds another’s wife attractive, he proposes a swap. Your Faoril is a ravishing woman. Short and with a most delicate face that her short hair frames to perfection. I would love to give you the companionship of my wife, Noami, in exchange for your woman’s affections.”

I shrugged. “Faoril fucks whom she likes.”

“Of course, human women are always forward,” smiled Natan. “But, I was unsure about how orcs viewed such matters.”

Faoril leaned back and whispered in my ear, “Imagine that little thing squealing on your cock. She’s so tiny.”

My dick throbbed as Faoril squirmed on my lap.

“I take it my proposal meets with your woman’s agreement?” Natan asked with a smile. “I know my Noami is quite eager to experience the brutal passion of your orc. She has a letch for big men.”

“That I do,” purred Noami. “My good husband is always kind enough to provide.”

“I think your proposal does meet with our agreement, Captain,” Faoril smiled and slipped off my lap. “Provided you let me exam your cock for my notes. I have sampled more than a few halfling sailors and captains. I am always surprised by their size compared to their body mass.”

“Well, Slata wanted to ensure we could please all her daughters,” laughed the Captain. “And our wives are lusty women.”

“Not as lusty as our men,” giggled Noami. “My Natan has fucked all seven of us twice in a single night.”

“Yes, halfling men do have an astoundingly short refractory period,” Faoril agreed. “Shall we retire to your cabin, or would you prefer to fuck in the open?”

“You are a lecherous woman.” The captain grinned at her. “My cabin. The rest of my wives need to perform their duties. While the ship is moving, they can’t all shirk their duties like wicked Noami.”

Noami giggled, making her breasts jiggle beneath her blouse.

Faoril pulled me up and slipped her arm in mine. She seemed so tiny compared to me. Noami moved up on my other side and took my hand with her tiny grip. She was smaller than the dwarf queen. My dick ached to slide into her small body and hear the halfling woman gasp and howl beneath me.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me,” Noami said as we crossed the deck. “I have taken cocks as big as yours. Halani men are hung, and they enjoy halfling cunt.” She giggled. “And we enjoy big, black Halani dick.”

“Yes, yes, halfling women are such lusty creatures,” laughed her husband. He held open the door that led to the cabins. Though the ship was built by halflings and mostly crewed by them, they built their ships to accommodate the taller humans.

I did have to duck.

The captain’s cabin occupied the ship’s stern. Windows set high in the wall let in daylight onto a rather large bed. I could see Natan and his seven women sleeping with comfort on the bed. Faoril broke from me and went to Natan. She led him to the bed and she knelt before him. Now their faces were at the same level.

Natan didn’t hesitate to kiss her hard. He may look like a human boy, but he wasn’t. Faoril unlaced his shirt, revealing a compact and muscular body. Natan kissed her with passion, claiming her lips with his while his hands opened her robes and found her pale breasts.

Noami led me to the other side of the bed. She peeled off her linen shirt, exposing her round, bronzed breasts topped by fat nipples. If she were the size of Faoril, her breasts would be large and pillowy. I cupped them both, my large hands engulfing her tits and squeezing her plump mounds.

“Ooh, you have a rough touch, barbarian,” moaned Noami. “I love calloused hands.”

My thumbs tweaked her nipples and she let out a gasp. Her hands shot to my kilt. She fumbled with the belt, then the cloth dropped to the floor, my dick popping out and brushing her lips. Her tongue ran out and batted the piercing.

“That looks painful,” she giggled before snagging it with her teeth and jerking.

“Right of malehood,” I groaned as the pleasure shot down my cock. She released the ring and licked at the slit, gathering a drop of precum. “The pain was necessary to prove I was a true orc, and now it brings me such pleasure.”

“Mmm, I bet it does.”

Her small hands pressed on my swarthy stomach, pushing me down onto the bed. It creaked beneath my bulk. Her hands tried to wrap about my girth, but they were too small to close around my shaft. She pumped her hands as her small lips licked and sucked at the tip of my cock.

“Ooh, yes,” Faoril purred. She lay back on the bed, the halfling captain sucking hard at her nipples. He squeezed her breasts. She had a nice, round pair but in his hands they seemed large. His small fingers dug in as he sucked back and forth between her pink nipples.

“Delicious tits,” the captain praised.

“Yes, they are,” I growled.

Faoril smiled at me. She reached out and brushed my hand with hers. Our fingers entwined, and then she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. Natan sucked harder on her right breast. His teeth nipped her nipple and stretched out her breast.

Then he released and watched her tit bounce and jiggle.

“You naughty halfling,” groaned Faoril. “That hurt.”

“You loved it slut.” Natan gave her tit a soft smack, making it jiggle more.

“I did,” she purred then gasped as he sucked hard on her left breast.

My dick ached in Noami’s grip. Her small hands stroked my dick faster and faster as her tongue swirled about the crown of my cock and batted my piercing. She tugged on it, shooting stabs of pleasure. Then her tongue probed my slit, digging out the precum leaking out and sending new delight down my urethra.

“Have you ever been with a halfling woman, orc?” Noami asked, her right hand sliding up to the top of my crown. Her pinky finger circled the edge of my cock, shooting more pleasure down my shaft to my balls.

“No,” I groaned. “Been with a dwarf queen. She was about as small as you.”

“Did she do this?” A wicked grin crossed the halfling’s mouth as she brought her pinky finger up to my slit.

She probed into it. Her small finger stretched out my urethra and slid down my cock. My eyes shot wide open and my balls ached. Her finger probed deeper and deeper. I let out a groan through my clenched teeth as she pumped her finger in and out of my urethra.

“The men of Halani insert long, metal rods into their urethras. They call them sounding rods. They produce such exquisite pleasure. Their women love to screw them in and drive their men wild with passion.”

“I can see that,” I groaned, my hips shifting on the bed.

Faoril gasped beside me. Natan had his face pressed between her thighs, devouring her pussy. My hand tightened on Faoril’s as Noami kept sounding my cock, probing her pinky finger as deep as it would go while her tongue licked and sucked at the edge of my crown.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” I groaned.

“Slata’s hairy cunt,” moaned Faoril. “Oh, yes, slide your hole hand into me. Oh, wow, he’s fisting me, Thrak.”

“She’s shoved her pinky down my urethra.”

“Wild,” gasped Faoril. “Like the sounding rods of Halani.”

My answer became a groan as the pleasure increased. Her finger sent bliss shooting down my cock. My urethra burned with rapture. Her other hand kept stroking my shaft while her small tongue fluttered across the sensitive head of my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

My balls boiled at the new sensations. I groaned through grit teeth. I growled as the pleasure swept through me. Her finger pumped faster and faster, lubed by my precum leaking out around her finger. I spasmed every time she shoved her finger into my cock’s depths.

“Are you about to cum, mighty warrior?” asked Noami, her eyes dancing with lust. “Are you?”

“Gewin’s cock, yes.”

“Good,” she moaned and ripped her finger out of my urethra. Her lips sealed over the top of my crown. She sucked hard while her finger played with the opening.

I groaned. My balls tightened. My cum burst out of my cock into her hungry mouth.

The blasts of cum sent powerful pulses of pleasure through my body. She swallowed load after load of the cum. It spurted out around her mouth as the pleasure bathed my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and bellowed my pleasure.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!”

My body heaved a final time as the last squirt of my cum flooded her mouth. Noami lifted her mouth, opening wide to show my cum bathing her tongue. She swept it around and then swallowed it.

“Now, let’s see how long it takes you to recover,” she smiled and lowered her face, nuzzling beneath my balls. Her small fingers pried my muscular asscheeks apart and then her small tongue licked at my asshole.

“Gewin’s cock,” I groaned. “She’s insatiable.”

“Halfling females are so lusty,” Natan moaned, his face sticky with Faoril’s juices.

“Don’t you dare stop licking,” Faoril hissed. “I’m so close. Keep fisting me. Make me explode!”

Journeyman Mage Faoril

Natan’s fist reamed deep into my pussy as his mouth latched onto my clit again. As Thrak moaned nearby, I shuddered on the halfling’s hungry mouth. His teeth nipped and nibbled on my clit as his fist fucked in and out of my pussy like a cock with a hard tip.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as my pussy clenched down on his arm and fist. I bucked against him as my orgasm burst through me. “Keep fisting me. Oh, you know how to please a woman.”

He looked up at me, his face sticky with my juices. “I have seven wives. It’s a necessity.”

“Uh-huh,” Noami answered, her voice muffled.

“Gewin’s cock,” groaned Thrak. “What are you doing to me?”

“Massaging your prostate,” giggled Noami.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” Thrak groaned again.

My body bucked and heaved on the bed. I squeezed Thrak’s hand hard as my orgasm washed through my mind. I didn’t care what Noami did to Thrak. I drank in the pleasure bursting through my body while the captain’s small fist kept pumping my cunt, sending new ripples to crash into the last.

“Oh, yes,” I panted. “Slata’s hairy cunt, yes, that’s wonderful.”

“I love human cunt,” agreed Natan as he withdrew his arm. My pussy juices stained almost all the way to his elbow. My eyes fluttered as I stared at him.

“Get your cock out,” I purred. “Let me examine it.”

“Gladly.”

I fished my notebook, quill, and measuring cord out of the pockets of my red robe. Natan’s sticky fingers unlaced his britches. He thrust down his pants and his cock popped out. It seemed huge on his small stature.

“That cock is bigger than an average human?” I asked. “And definitely above average for a halfling.”

“He’s a gifted male,” Noami moaned.

My hands grasped his hard, bronze dick. Like the rest of his skin, his cock had a metallic sheen about it. I stroked it as I measured his length and girth. He groaned as my fingers moved deftly, wrapping his dick with my cord.

“You are above average for a human and a halfling,” I grinned as I recorded my measurements. “About Chaun’s size.”

“Excellent,” the halfling grinned.

My pussy clenched as my fingers stroked him. My juices poured out. I glanced at Thrak. Noami stroked his hard cock as she straddled him. She had breathed life back into his dick. Thrak had a swift recovery. Orcs were superior to human males in many ways.

But I wanted to sample Natan’s cock now.

“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Let me feel this cock in me.”

“You love cock, huh?” Natan grinned. “All you mages are such sluts.”

“We are,” I sighed as I stretched back on the bed. I kept a firm grip, pulling him to me. “And this slut needs your halfling’s dick in her. Fucking her.”

Natan mounted me, dick bobbing before him. His head didn’t even reach my tits as he hugged my body and rubbed his thick cock against my pussy. He stroked his silver hair. It shimmered like a precious metal in the sunlight streaming through the cabin windows.

Natan thrust.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. He was as thick as his fist. His dick slammed into my pussy. I could stare down his back as he hugged my stomach. His small, muscular ass clenched as he fucked me. My thighs wrapped about his hips, pulling him in as his dick hammered hard and fast in me.

He fucked me with vigor. Hard, fast, his hips almost a blur as they pumped his dick in and out of me. Halflings were always such energetic lovers. They could fuck a woman with faster strokes than any other male.

His cock sawed in and out of my cunt. The fast, hot friction sent pleasure bursting through my body. I humped and moaned. My head lolled, watching Noami’s small form bounced on Thrak’s cock, her breasts jiggling, her stomach bulging every time she slammed down Thrak’s dick. It was hot seeing his shaft outlined in her flesh as he stretched the small halfling’s cunt open.