The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7: Illusory Passion
Chapter 5: Desert’s Passion

Copyright© 2016 by mypenname3000

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: Desert’s Passion - Knight-Errant Angela and her naughty acolyte Sophia continue their quest. To get the next piece of the High King's sword they have to venture into the Mirage Gardens hidden deep in the desert.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Magic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   Fiction   High Fantasy   Cheating   Cuckold   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Light Bond   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Swinging   Interracial   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Lactation   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Small Breasts   Violence  

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Knight-Errant Angela – Halani Desert

Camels moved differently than horses. Their gait rolled, rocking me back and forth as I clutched to the saddle behind its hump. No smooth canter. No proud walk, but a plod across the shifting sands of the Halani Desert.

Hargone fell behind us. The sands started an hour from the city, at the edge of the farmland. It was a distinct boundary when we rose out of the floodplain and into the desert proper. The moisture vanished from the air. The temperature soared. The horizon melted into ripples like an ocean hovered in the sky before us. It all looked the same. Rolling dunes, the sky stark blue. No clouds drifting overhead. No landmarks with which to navigate.

Wind blew from the north. Sand swept before it, blowing off the top of dunes. I covered my face with the end of the turban. It was black cloth, draped over my head, shielding me from the sun’s rays. Thrak and Xera both walked, not caring about the sun. Chaun and Xandra rode side by side, he strumming his lyre while she hummed a song, making beauty together. Faoril had the hood of her robe thrown up to shield her face as she rode bent over, reading from one of her books, not paying attention to where her camel walked.

It was content to walk with the rest.

Aswunt’s servants walked beside the pack camels. They were a different breed from the ones we rode, having two humps piled with goods to trade at the oases with the various desert tribesman. The ebony-skinned desertmen of the Halani were famed for the prowess of their cocks and the beauty of their women.

Minx yawn. She was so small, she stretched back on her camel, her eyes closed, covered by the turban. “Going to sleep the entire journey?” Sophie asked as she perched on her camel in her white robes.

“Beats sweltering,” the halfling muttered. “I’ll just sleep through the heat.”

“Yes,” Sophia said, fanning her sweaty face.

“Watch out for that Farson,” Minx added. “I don’t like the look of him.”

“But his slave...” Sophia let out a purr. “A lamia’s tongue is so rough. Feels amazing licking through your pussy.”

Minx snorted. “Is eating cunt all you think about?”

“It is,” I answered quickly, a smile on my face. “That’s all my concubine thinks about.”

Sophia gave a wicked giggle.

My gaze looked ahead to Farson in his black armor as he rode at the head of the column. He was one of the guards hired to protect the caravan. His sex slave, the lamia, curled in front of him on the camel like a cat, her tail swishing back and forth. She was naked, but her pale body didn’t seem affected by the sun.

There was an umbral nimbus about her, a faint darkening.

“Xera, do you see anything unusual about the lamia?” I furrowed my eyes. The more I studied it, the more I noticed it around her like the rind around a bruise.

“Yes,” Xera said, ears twitching. “Something protecting her.”

“He’s a shadowmancer,” Faoril said, not looking up from her book, her words distant. “It is an arcane art practiced in the Shizhuth Empire. He’s a warleader.”

“What’s he doing here?” I frowned. The Shizhuth Empire was a closed place. Rumors of the cruelty of its rulers, the nagas, had percolated out of the nation. A land of darkness and pain. Lamia were kept as slaves there, given to human males who pleased their naga rulers.

“No idea. Ask him.”

“Exiled,” Minx answered. “He did something bad and was smart enough to flee.”

“How do you know?”

Minx squirmed. “It just makes sense. Why else would he be here?”

“A shadowmancer,” Sophia said, worrying her lower lip. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“It’s not a well known branch of the esoteric. It’s something the naga gift to humans. It’s not like magecraft or the shamanistic arts. It cannot be studied but known. An inherent power, like the twinborn witches of the Tuathan. He does not need external totems or power sources to manipulate shadows.”

“Dangerous?”

“Of course, Angela. All power is dangerous.”

Faoril hunched her shoulders, looking down at the book but her eyes closed, thinking. On what? What was she studying? I glanced back at Farson. If he was an exile, then he made his living as a mercenary. I was glad word of our bounty had only just reached Hargone last night. Farson probably hadn’t heard of it. Yet.

He could be a problem when we returned.

“Minx.”

“Yes, Angela,” groaned the halfling. “Trying to sleep. I was up all night, remember?”

“Did you hear anything about Farson among the thieves’ chatter.”

“Nope. It’s a big city. He doesn’t have much of a reputation. Or not one the thieves care about.” Minx sat up, frowning. “Why?”

“Just nervous.” I lowered my voice so only her and Sophia, and Xera with her keen ears, could hear. “If he learns about the bounty, he sounds like he would be dangerous.”

Minx sank back down. “Won’t hear about it out here. We have bigger problems. Like getting into the Mirage Gardens.”

“I have a plan for that. I’ll be the sacrifice. Sophia and I figured it out.”

“Between bouts of your seasickness,” Sophia grinned. “Oh, the efreet’ll have a hard time taming you, my Queen.”

“And where do we make the offering?” Minx closed her eyes. “Do you know?”

“I don’t. Faoril?”

The mage shook her head, still absorbed in her research.

I pondered that as we rode south. It would be a week or more before we reached the deep desert where stories claimed the Mirage Garden lurked. As the day wore on, the sun climbed and the temperature soared. Even Chaun and Xandra fell silent before the oppression of the heat. Only the plod of the camel’s wide feet on the sand and the curses of the handlers could be heard until I found myself riding beside Aswunt.

The merchant stroked his oiled beard when I lifted myself up from my lethargic doze. “You are the ninth group I’ve ever led out in search of the Mirage Gardens.”

“Oh,” I said, my heart beating in excitement. “How did they fare?”

“Poorly. Only two ever brought the appropriate offerings.” His eyes glanced over his shoulder. “Not a problem for you. Very beautiful women you brought. Exotic.”

“Exotic?” I snorted.

He touched his face, his skin a dark umber. “Pale skin is exotic for us. And for the efreet.”

“So two of them made it in.”

“I didn’t say that.” He stroked his beard again, his gold rings flashing in the sunlight. “The efreet left behind a brass lamp, trading one of his lovely jinn for their proffered woman. But they never mastered the jinn, so she never opened the way into the Mirage Garden for them to enter and see its delights, to be guests of Riad.”

“Mastered?”

“Jinn yearn to serve. They need to be seized and forced. They resist all who try to claim them. You have to venture into their lamps. But they are seductive. If you submit to her, well, you do not escape, and the lamp will return to Riad.”

“And the offerings?”

“Kept.” He laughed. “Efreet do not bargain fair. I doubt the price is even worth entry into the Mirage Gardens None have ever seen it. We just have the stories of Riad and his wealth. Ridiculous.”

“I don’t see it being a problem.” I glanced at Thrak, the orc walking back straight, ignoring the sun. Or maybe he just disdained.

Aswunt followed my gaze. “You think he’ll dominate the jinn?”

“Yes.”

The man laughed, rich and mocking. “The jinn are seductive. Only the efreet can ever dominate them. They are compliments to each other. Jinn need efreet, though they hate being controlled, and efreet need jinn though they burn for more pliant vessels.”

“So that’s why he gives away his jinn in exchange for women?”

Aswunt nodded. Then he frowned, staring off at the horizon. It was my turn to follow his gaze. A brown smear covered it, a haze that extended across it. I arched an eyebrow, wondering what could generate such a large dust cloud.

“Not the desert tribes?” I asked. “They could not raise such dust across such a distance. It must extend for miles.”

“No, no, a dust storm. They happen. It’ll probably hit us as we near evening. It will be a noisy night.”

“Dangerous?”

“Not usually.” He tugged on his beard. “Though the tribesmen like to use them as cover to raid caravans.”

“The same caravans they trade with at the oases?”

He snorted. “Yes, the very same. But oases are holy to them. Places of sanctuary. Water is such a valued commodity out here that even the bitterest of enemies will not spill blood within a half-days ride of one. It is a game to them. If they can steal the goods before it reaches an oasis, they win.”

“And you win if you reach an oasis.”

He laughed again. “Only if I trade well.”


Acolyte Sophia

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, snagging Minx’s arm.

The halfling thief turned, “With Xera. She’s getting it on with Chaun and Xandra. Sounds like fun.”

The wind howled around us. The strange tents set up, round domes covered in camel hide, rocked as the edges of the dust storm blew around us. The wall of brown was closer. It looked so dense, so smothering. We had to get inside and probably could not leave until the winds died down.

“Nope, you’re coming with me.”

“But...” Minx’s face fell.

“Nope. I want to devour that tiny cunt.” I licked my lips. “Trust me, I’ll make you squeal.”

“She will,” Faoril said, peeking out the tent I was sharing with her tonight. Thrak and Angela were spending the night—my Queen always had those uncontrollable urges for huge cock she had to satiate periodically.

Well, it meant she was missing out on a hot night of lesbian passion. Faoril, at least, had her priorities straight for once.

Minx bit her lip, glancing at Xera disappearing into Chaun and Xandra’s tent. Then a mischievous grin crossed Minx’s lips. “You really think you can make me squeal better than Xera?”

My tongue, pierced with a silver stud, flicked out. “Trust me. I was trained by the priestess of Saphique. For thousands of years, we have perfected the art of sapphic love, passing it down in an unbroken chain of gasping, panting, lesbian sex.

“You will not be disappointed.”

“Bold.” Minx arched her metallic-red eyebrows. “Let’s see if you can deliver then.”

Minx pulled me into the tent. The floor was covered in dyed red felt. Faoril jerked the heavy cover closed and tied it. The sides rippled as the wind hit it. It howled outside, cutting us off from the rest of the world. Isolating us.

Just three hot women—two humans and a halfling—passing the time in the sweetest way possible.

Minx broke away from me, skipping to the spread out bedrolls, her hips shaking, undulating. My pussy grew hotter as I watched her. She was so small, the size of a child, but with all the curves of a woman. I licked my lips, loving the way her hips rolled back and forth. She wiggled out of her tight britches, bending over, shaking that metallic-bronze ass at me as she pushed it down her thighs. Peeking between those thighs was her tight slit, beads of moisture glinting in the balls of light conjured by Faoril’s magic and floating throughout the tent.

“Well, well, well,” I moaned, licking my lips. “What a cute, little pussy you have.”

“So cute,” Minx purred. Still bent over, she shoved a hand between her legs and parted the lips of her pussy, revealing pink depths. My pussy clenched, the heat rippling through me.

I salivated.

“What a tight snatch,” Faoril moaned, sidling up to me, already naked, her breasts jiggling before her, nipples hard. “She’s getting juicy. I think she wants to feel that tongue of your reaming her pussy.”

“Oh, I do. That tongue stud looks amazing!” Minx giggled, hips wiggling, her butt-cheeks clenching. She shoved a pair of fingers into her pussy, her lips sucking tight around them. “You have me all juicy and horny. Censure’s nimble fingers, I need to cum. It was soooo boring riding on the camels.”

“And we have days more,” the mage said. “Weeks.”

I groaned at Faoril. “Let’s not think about that.” I unbelted my robe and let it drop off my body. My hands stroked my flat belly, brushing the charm dangling from my pierced bellybutton. “Let’s focus on pleasing each other.”

“Yes,” Minx groaned, fingering herself faster. They pumped in and out of her cunt. More and more juices glinted on her flesh. The scent of lavender brushed my nose.

Interesting.

I licked my lips, tongue stud pressing against them. I shuddered, moving my fingers lower, brushing across my shaved pudenda and grazing my clit. A shiver went through me. My pussy grew juicier.

“I’m going to make you howl, Minx,” I moaned. “Ooh, you were so bad for avoiding me for so long.”

“Just obsessed with Xera,” laughed Faoril. “I guess she does offer everything—cock, cunt, and tits.”

I wrinkled my nose in disgust but didn’t comment as I fell down behind Minx. I seized her ass, my hands looking so large on her small butt-cheeks. I licked at her pussy around her plunging fingers, savoring the lavender musk of her pussy. My tongue stud dragged across her flesh as I licked higher, parting her butt-cheeks and tonguing her sphincter.

She gasped as my tongue stud pressed against her back door. I swirled it around, savoring her sour flavor. Oh, it was so naughty. I worked my tongue into the halfling’s bowels, swirling it around. She gasped and shuddered.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” Minx bowels clenched about my tongue. “Gods, Sophia, that is amazing.”

“You’ve been missing out,” laughed Faoril.

“I have,” moaned Minx, humping her hips back into me.

Faoril knelt behind me. Her breasts pressed into my back, nipples hard. Her hips undulated, grinding her pussy against my ass. I shuddered, savoring her hot juices smeared across my butt while her hands wrapped around me, stroking my stomach.

I moaned into Minx’s asshole as Faoril’s hands climbed higher. Her fingers caressed me as her face buried into my hair, breathing in. She ground harder when she brushed the bottom slopes of my small breasts. Her fingers walked up my mounds.

Found my nipples.

“Faoril,” I moaned into Minx’s sour asshole. The naughty mage’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples. The pleasure shot down my body. I gasped, undulated, and shoved my tongue as deep into Minx’s bowels as I could.

“Oh, yes, Sophia, that’s nice. Oh, wow. Oh, Gods. Cernere’s sneaking steps! Yes, yes, yes, tongue my dirty ass. Oh, yes. You’re such a slut, Sophia.”

“She is,” Faoril agreed, fingers rolling harder. Her lips found my neck, kissing my flesh through strands of my hair.

I gasped, her fingers pinching harder. My tongue caressed Minx’s bowels. The sour taste excited me. So filthy. So dirty. I licked and nuzzled deeper. Her fingers kept pumping in and out of her cunt, making wicked, wet sounds.

I loved them.

Faoril moved down my body. Her tits sliding down my back, her lips kissing across my shoulders before she found my spine. I loved it. The mage’s tongue licked, sucked as she moved lower. She traced my spine, her hands sliding down my sides, fingernails lightly scratching. Such wonderful flutters shot down to my pussy. Juices ran down my thighs. I moaned and gasped into Minx’s ass, my body trembling.

Faoril was such a tease.

Her hands moved around my hips and grasped my asscheeks. Her lips reached the small of my back, nuzzling at the divot right before the swell of my butt. Her fingers pulled my cheeks apart as she kissed lower and lower.

“Eager for your own taste of ass?” I moaned between licks.

“Yes,” Faoril purred. Her tongue licked lower. She reached my sphincter and swirled.

“Good,” I moaned, savoring the wet thrill of her tongue caressing my back door.

I buried my tongue back into Minx’s asshole. The halfling shuddered, butt-cheeks clenching. Her fingers squelched with every rapid plunge into her cunt. Her moans grew louder and louder. I sensed her pleasure building. I was trained to read women.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her bowels, the stud caressing her flesh and driving her wild. Faoril’s fingers dug into my butt. She moaned as she savored my sour flavor. Then she forced her tongue into my bowels. The burning sensations rippled through me, a wonderful delight that made my pussy clench.

Pleasure swelled in me. My excitement grew as I tongue-fucked Minx’s ass. Her moans were wonderful. Her hips humped back into mine. I stroked her thighs, feeling her muscles writhe beneath her skin as she undulated.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Minx moaned. “Oh, Cernere’s nimble fingers, that’s good. Fuck my ass with your tongue, slut. Oh, Gods, I love it. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Cum on her face,” Faoril moaned between licks of my asshole.

“Yes!”

Minx shuddered as her orgasm built in her. I tongued her faster, her fingers pumping harder. Her head arched, short hair flying, the metallic locks glinting in Faoril’s light. Her legs tensed beneath my fingers.

“Gods, yes!”

Minx came. The smell of her lavender musk filled my nose, mixing with her sour ass. Her bowels clenched on my probing tongue while her tiny body contorted and convulsed. She pitched forward, falling on her hands, body spasming. She rolled onto her back, hands rubbing at her stomach beneath her leather vest. A line of metallic fire ran down her pubic mound to her pussy, hairs so soft.

I leaned over, pressing my ass into Faoril’s delicious, licking tongue. She fucked my bowels as I seized Minx’s thighs. Still shuddering in orgasm, I yanked the halfling towards me. She was so light and small, my hands almost wrapping about her thin legs.

“Oh, you are good,” moaned Minx as I pulled her beneath me, my brown hair caressing up her stomach. “Going to give me more pleasure?”

“I haven’t made you howl. Yet.” I grinned at her. “But I will.”

She shuddered, licking her lips, and nodded her head in eager enthusiasm for my assault.

I stroked up her legs and stomach to the band of cloth tied around her breasts. My fingers pulled at the knot between her small breasts, her nipples hard dimples into the fabric. The cloth fell away. Her tits were a light bronze than the rest of her skin, hidden from the sun by her simple top. Her nipples were cute. So tiny. Just little sprouts. Her nipples dark, glinting.

I leaned down and sucked.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as my tongue stud pressed against her small nubs. Her hands, fingers so tiny, slid through my brown hair as I sucked and nibbled. I could take so much of her breasts into my mouth. “You wicked dyke. Mmm, yes. I love your tongue stud. I need to make Xera get one.”

I smiled around her nipple, my hips humping back into Faoril’s wonderful tongue.

The mage’s right hand slid around my hip, reaching down my crotch to my pubic mound. I tensed, my pussy clenching as her fingers neared my clit. Faoril moaned as she grew closer and closer. I sucked harder on Minx’s nipple, anticipating Faoril’s caress.

She brushed my clit.

I moaned, bucked, my eyes squeezing shut. She grazed me again, the momentary contact shooting wonderful delight through me. My mouth popped off Minx’s nipple, leaving it glistening with my saliva, so I could pleasure her other one. I sucked it into my mouth while Faoril’s teasing finger brushed my clit a third time.

The wonderful sensation stirred through my pussy. I wiggled my hips more, savoring the wonderful build up. The pleasure trembled through me. It made me gasp and moan. My eyes rolled back into my head as I humped against her wonderful licking, tonguing, amazing mouth. Her finger made permanent contact, swirling small circles about my clit, driving me wild.

I moaned so loud about Minx’s nipple as I sucked. My hands stroked her side, savoring the silk of her skin. She shuddered, fingers tightening in my hair. I flashed my eyes up at her, watching her face contort as more pleasure built up in her.

“You’re going to make me cum just by playing with my tits,” Minx gasped in awe.

I flicked my tongue piercing over and over into her small nipple. My other hand slid up, brushing her other nub. I let my fingernail graze it, flick it. She shuddered, eyes widening, head tossing back. She squirmed against me, rubbing her hot cunt into my ribs below my breasts.

Giving her pleasure swelled mine. Faoril rubbed harder and harder. My growing release propelled me to love Minx hard. My tongue flicked back and forth, a furious blur batting her nipple over and over. I pinched and rolled the other, stretching it, giving her a tiny bit of pain to enhance the bliss.

“Cernere’s nimble fingers,” gasped Minx. “Yes, yes. I’m going to ... Oh, gods, again. You are wonderful, Sophia!”

She came. Juices squirted hot out of her cunt, bathing my stomach. I savored the feel as she squirmed beneath me. I sucked her nipple into my mouth as staccato gasps escaped her lips. Her face contorted as the bliss crashed through her.

I pushed her body up with my hands, kissing at her trembling stomach. The lavender scent of her pussy juices filled my nose. She still heaved, still buzzing with her orgasm, when I pressed my face between her thighs and tongued her pussy.

Minx’s body jerked. “Sophia!”

I smiled and dragged my tongue through her folds, letting the stud caressed her. Give her pleasure. My pussy clenched and my bowels contracted on Faoril’s wonderful tongue. Her finger rubbed at my clit, the pleasure growing and growing.

“Saphique’s delicious cunt,” I moaned as my orgasm crashed through me.

 
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