Chapter 5: Songbird’s Passion

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Warlock Faoril – The Golden Hunger sailing the Nimborgoth

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning illuminated a squall on the dark horizon. Night had fallen and the Golden Hunger rocked, her sea anchor deployed, the crew singing songs on the mid deck, their brawny chests illuminated by several lanterns around the boat.

I watched them from the stern deck, leaning on a railing. A few glanced at me, giving me huge, possessive grins. I shifted, remembering the gangbang in the hold my first night on the ship. They were all eager for a repeat performance.

Laughter came from a group clustered around Castor, a Thlinian pirate, and the Halanian pirate named Abdwal. Based on the hand gestures and pantomime, it was an obscene conversation about fucking some woman at the same time.

Minx emerged from the hold. “Found them,” she said as she raced up the steep stairs to the stern deck. Almost all of our party was on deck save two. “They are coming.”

“Good,” Angela said, the knight’s expression grave in the shining ball of pink light Sophia had conjured to illuminate the stern deck. Somehow, the soft light made Angela’s blue eyes even harder.

She was committed to finding a way to overcome our latest obstacle—the Knights Deute and Priestesses of Slata hunting her down. Their tactics and magic were effective. All the knights were as skilled fighters as Angela, maybe even more skilled. They had more experience fighting monsters, and they were armed with the ritual magics of Slata protecting them and granting them a level of coordination not possible otherwise.

I played with the gold nipple ring in my hand. My body tingled while I held it, spreading a numbing fuzz through me, suppressing my magic. It felt just like I had after the alchemical weapon the gnome bounty hunter had used on us in the volcano.

Minx plopped herself onto Xera’s lap as the elf sat cross-legged on the corner of the stern deck. The impish halfling wiggled to get comfortable. She looked like a child on a mother’s lap thanks to her short stature and slim body, her head pillowed back on Xera’s naked, large breasts. The elf smiled, her ears twitching.

Chaun and Xandra emerged from below deck, Xandra’s pale face flushed, her blue hair disarrayed. She had a smile on her lips. I blinked. She hadn’t smiled much since her kidnapping into the Mirage Gardens and the realization that the efreet master had disguised himself as Chaun to fuck her. But now her petite frame clung to Chaun as they crossed to the deck. He let her go up first, his hands grabbing her ass, pushing her up while she giggled, her voice melodic like a bird’s.

“Well, I am sorry to keep you all waiting on us,” Chaun said. “We were having a very deep conversation.”

Xandra nodded, traces of cum staining her chin. More ran down her thighs from beneath her skirt.

“Oh, I can see that,” chortled Minx. “Chaun must have been talking very deep to make you smile like that.”

Xandra’s pale cheeks blushed.

Thrak popped his knuckles and pushed off the railing. “Well, let’s figure out how to beat those knights.”

“Yes,” Minx hissed. “Ooh, they made us all look like idiots. And those priestesses...”

“We know what they can do now,” Angela said. “Magic is out and force of arms as well. We need unconventional tactics.”

“Sleeping bombs,” Minx said. “I tried sticky bombs, but that knight blocked my attack with his shield and threw it at me at the same time. Had me all tangled up. I’ve never seen anything so ... so...”

“Amazing,” Xera suggested.

“I didn’t want to say it,” Minx admitted, “but, yes. Amazing. He didn’t even look at me. No one has reflexes like that.”

“The Ritual of the Womb,” Sophia said. “Two knights and two priestesses united as spiritual siblings all reborn in Slata’s metaphorical womb.” She shuddered. “Sounds so icky.”

“Pregnancy and birth is part of womanhood,” Angela pointed out.

“The icky parts,” blanched Sophia. “The parts that require a man. Saphique was wise to distance herself from it and embrace femininity in its most pure form.”

Minx giggled.

“And that is what gave them preternatural reflexes,” I said. “The priestesses were spotting for the knights. What they saw, so did the knights, letting them react to instantly.”

“We need to blind them,” Chaun said. “Obscure their sight.”

“A smoke or fog?” Xandra suggested. She hunched her shoulders whenever anyone looked.

Chaun stroked her arm. “Can you do that with make smoke with your elementals?”

She nodded. “An air and water mixing together would work. Though if I had my earth totem, I could raise more dust, but...” She sighed and rubbed her hand. “So long as my elementals didn’t touch the knights, their antimagic protection wouldn’t matter.”

“Cut down visibility to say a few feet,” Thrak grunted. “We’ll be lost in it, too, but at least the knights might be vulnerable.”

“Could you do magic to negate any of the priestesses, Sophia?” Xera asked. “Is not dispelling and abjuration common in faith magic?”

“Yes,” Sophia said, shifting. “But, well...”

“She was a poor student and never paid attention in classes,” Angela said and gave the white-robed acolyte a smack on the ass.

Sophia’s cheeks pinked. “Yes. Plus, magic isn’t really taught until you’re a full priestess. And I’m only an acolyte. Saphique gave me magic early to help us on the quest. I guess she knew it would be difficult.”

“So you couldn’t negate their ritual,” sighed Chaun. “That would make this easier. I could affect them with my music. Instead of giving us courage and steadfast hearts like I did in Hargone, I could inflict fear or confusion upon them.”

“Your music is still magic, Chaun,” I said. “A very subtle and special magic, but your songs wouldn’t be any more effective than my magic or Xandra’s elementals.”

“No, their warding was powerful,” Xandra said.

“A full ritual,” sighed Sophia. “Six priestesses working in concert. It would fail, eventually. But how much magic would you have to pour into their warding to defeat it?”

“Probably a lot,” I said and tossed the golden nipple ring to Sophia.

She caught it out of instinct. The moment her hand closed about it, the pink light she conjured snuffed out. Sophia gasped and shivered. “What is this?”

“An alloy of gold forged with a rare metal called chromium,” I answered. “It negates magic.”

Sophia tossed it back. The moment it lost contact with her hand, her pink light sprang back into existence, gently bobbing before her.

“Like the gnome bounty hunter’s antimagic bomb,” Minx said. “I’ve heard of them, but they’re supposed to be very rare, the ingredients hard to find.”

“There is a source in the Queendom of Naith where the nipple ring is from,” I said. “Apparently, the rakshasa royal family keeps it as a closely guarded secret to protect their queens and princesses.”

“And how did you get one?” Sophia asked.

“It’s Captain Thyrna’s,” Thrak answered. “She surrendered it to me for the demonstration.”

“Really?” A grin spread on Sophia’s face. “Is that what you two were doing for the last hour? Convincing her to surrender to you.”

Thrak nodded his head and a flush shot through me. Thyrna was a good pussycat now.

“One nipple ring isn’t enough,” Thrak said. “The moment they drop it, their magic comes back. We need what the bounty hunter had.”

“Negating magic would be interesting,” Angela said. “But it also negates our magic users, removing them from the fight.”

“But it would allow us to fight effectively against the knights,” Thrak said.

“Still, six on two...” Angela shook her head. “Even without magic, they would overwhelm us. No, we need to separate and isolate them. Alchemical bombs and dust cloud sounds like our best options to deal with the knights.”

“The bombs could be used on the priestesses,” Sophia said. “Those Slata whores were hiding in the wings spotting and working rituals. Just hitting them could cut down our enemies. Without magic, they are as useless as me in a fight.”

“You’re not useless,” Angela said, stroking the acolyte. “You took the Doge hostage.”

“And she can enchant weapons,” Xera added. “Her blessed blades gave us advantages against Fireeyes’s zombies. Perhaps they would be as effective against armor.”

Sophia shook her head. “It would only matter if they had magical protections on them. I didn’t notice any warding spells beyond the magical negation.”

“We should arrive in Grahata ahead of them. Captain Thyrna promises us a fast crossing. But I expect they won’t be too far behind us. They will ambush again. And there is only one place they know we’ll be.”

“They’re going to hit us coming out of the labyrinth,” Chaun sighed, running a hand through his silvery hair. “When we will be weakened from facing the minotaur.”

“Which is another problem entirely,” I said. “The Labyrinth. The entrance is on a mechanical clock. It opens for a six hour period in the night, three hours before midnight and three hours after. The rest of the time, the entrance is closed. It is a confusing maze. No one ever returns and the Minotaur never escapes. It might even shift around once we’re inside.”

“Elementals cannot get lost,” Xandra said.

“Neither do I,” Minx said. “Cernere commissioned the labyrinth. But I’m a better thief.”

“Than the Goddess of Crime?” Sophia asked, raising a brown eyebrow.

Minx nodded, her metallic-red hair glinting.

“And then we just have to face Gewin’s son,” Minx chortled. “A warrior that’s never lost a battle. A demigod.”

“A unique demigod and not a race,” I sighed. “Those always prove challenging.”

“And he doesn’t possess Las’s blood,” added Chaun. “No lust to use against him like the erinyes.”

“Is it at all strange that I am more worried about the knights than the Minotaur?” Sophia asked. “They beat us handily. I didn’t like that.”

“They are the enemy we know,” Thrak said. “The Minotaur is a distant fear, more legend than reality. A beast no living soul has seen except the women sacrificed to feed his bestial hungers every decade. To live and die in the labyrinth as his bride.”

Sophia scowled “At least we will put an end to that.”

Minx

A giddy thrill danced through me. We had a plan to deal with those Las-damned knights and their cunty priestesses. They had made me so horny today. I was still horny after Xera was kind enough to lick me to several orgasms in our cabin before our meeting.

I squirmed on her lap, loving the feel of her large, pillowy breasts against the side of my head. I craned my head back, staring at her chin, her green hair falling about her face. I licked my lips, wiggling more.

“Someone’s still horny,” Xera said, looking down at me. Her four-leafed clover glittered tucked behind her ear.

“Want to use the ointment?” I asked her.

Before Xera could answer, though the grin sliding across her face already told me what she would say, Xandra stepped before us. I blinked at the avian. She rubbed her hands together, her shoulders hunched tight.

“Yes?” Xera asked with a polite tone. “Did you need something.”

“Well, I was going to ask Minx,” Xandra looked down at me with her sapphire eyes, “if you would like to ... join Chaun and me ... In our cabin ... To make love.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to a threesome? Did Chaun put you up to this?”

She shook her head, sky blue hair dancing about her delicate features.

I glanced around her at the changeling bard. He spoke with Faoril, his silvery hair tinged pink thanks to Sophia’s light while his skin appeared even darker than night, almost an absence of color. I hadn’t been with the changeling yet. He had an effeminate, handsome, almost beautiful face. Long, pointed ears like an elf.

“Sure,” I answered. “Can Xera join us?”

Xandra’s cheeks blushed prettily and she nodded.

I gave a wicked giggle. “Oh, you’re going to love the ointment, Xandra.”

The avian blinked at me.

Xandra

A nervous flutter went through me. Tonight was our new relationship. Our more open one. Chaun and I would share women or he could fuck any woman he wanted. And whenever I saw a man that made me wet, that made me ache to fuck him, Chaun would become him.

And I could act out my fantasies with him, getting lost in the thrill of being with another man without violating my oaths to Luben any more than I had. The God of Love and Marriage must already be disappointed in me after taking on two of the pirates in the hold earlier this evening.

But that was the past.

Minx lay naked on the floor of our cabin on a pile of blankets and tasseled pillows. She squirmed, her hands squeezing her round breasts. They were small but sized perfectly for her miniature form. She licked her lips, her hips shifting.

I leaned down between her legs. A strip of metallic-red hair led to the tight slit of her pussy. I nuzzled at her, licking through her flesh and savoring the lavender flavor of her pussy. I gasped in awe, savoring the different taste and licked again and again.

“Oh, you lap so daintily,” giggled Minx, her hips humping as I licked through her small pussy.

“I can’t believe you can fit Chaun’s cock in your pussy,” I told her.

Behind me, Xera sucked and bobbed her mouth on Chaun’s cock, the elf’s ears twitching while my husband groaned. He looked so beautiful and handsome as he moaned, the muscles in his chest rippling beneath his black skin.

“He can shrink it for you.”

“No!” Minx gave me a look. “The bigger the better. I take Thrak’s and Xera’s cocks all the time. And Thrak is bigger than Chaun.”

“He is,” I blushed, remembering the enraged orc ramming his cock into me as I lay pinned to the desert sand, his piercing rubbing hard at my pussy walls.

“I can take him. Pussy’s stretch.” Minx shuddered as I leaned over and licked at her pussy again, loving her flavor. This was so ... wonderful. To indulge. To not feel guilty. Minx was a woman, not a man. I could enjoy this. Chaun had broadened my desires, enlightened me to more pleasures to be found.

“Chaun,” I smiled, turning to my husband, my lips sticky. “I want to watch your cock slide into her pussy.”

“Yes, yes, your wife’s tongue was nice, but I need a cock in me. I’ve had enough tongue tonight.” Minx giggled wickedly, looking at Xera.

The elf popped her mouth off Chaun’s dick. She licked her lips. “She had plenty of mine this evening.”

I couldn’t help giving a wicked giggle.

Chaun walked to us, his dick bobbing, hairless balls swinging. I grasped his dick, stroking him. I couldn’t resist leaning down and licking at the tip, gathering a salty drop of precum and tasting a hint of Xera’s mouth on his cock. It was almost like we had kissed indirectly.

I kept a grip on Chaun’s cock as he knelt before Minx. I brought the dark tip of his dick to her pussy. She was pink inside like an avian’s pussy, an elf’s pussy, or a human’s pussy. Were all pussy’s pink inside regardless of the color of skin?

“Fuck me,” Minx moaned as I pressed my husband’s cock to her tight pussy. “Ram that big dick in me, Chaun.”

I shuddered and watched as the tip of his dick pressed forward. Her pussy lips spread around the girth, stretching wider and wider. My cunt clenched in sympathetic pleasure as my husband forced more and more of his dick into her.

“Yes,” Minx hissed, looking so small beneath my husband, her face only coming up to his lower chest. Her small thighs locked about his waist. “That’s a nice cock, changeling. Feels so familiar.”

“Like Xera’s?” Chaun asked as he bottomed out in her. “Your favorite dick?”

“Yes,” gasped Minx. “Now fuck me with that cock.” Then she turned her head, sapphire eyes meeting mine. “In my pouch is a small jar. Rub the ointment on Xera’s clit and enjoy.”

“Oh, okay,” I said as my husband drew back his hips, Minx’s tight pussy lips clinging to his ebony shaft. It glistened with Minx’s juices. He slammed in, his balls smacking into her small frame. She groaned, trembling beneath him.

“Yes,” the halfling hissed. “Fuck me, Chaun. Make me squeal on that wonderful cock.”

I opened up Minx’s pouch, digging through the clay balls. They had different markings on them. Some were sticky bombs, some sleeping bombs, and others were lust bombs. I pushed past a felt bag wrapped up with metal and then found a jar. I opened it, revealing a reddish-white paste. I scooped a dollop on my finger.

It smelled like ginseng.

“What does this do?” I asked the elf, an expectant grin on her face.

“Something wonderful,” Minx moaned as I knelt down between the elf’s thighs.

Xera’s pussy was shaved bare, her lips thick, engorged with excitement. Juices glistened on her flesh, and the scent of marigold flowers filled my nose. Elves had such wonderful perfume. I leaned down and spread open her pussy lips, finding her clit poking pink out of its hood. She had more pussy lips than Sophia or Minx, an extra set folded inside of her.

More places to lick and explore.

Xera shuddered as I rubbed the ointment on her clit. Her body convulsed, her large breasts shaking. My pussy clenched again as she let out a long, low, throaty moan of absolute bliss. I wondered what the substance felt like and—

Her clit grew.

“Luben’s sacred oaths,” I gasped, my head flinching back as the clit thrust before her, pink and throbbing.

Minx chortled as the pink clit grew thicker, wider, longer. The color faded to match Xera’s pale skin tinged with green. The tip flared into a mushroom-shape, becoming a cock. A slit appeared in the spongy crown.

And precum bubbled out of it.

A wave of excited heat washed through me. Though she had a cock, Xera was still a woman. She had a wet pussy, the folds wrapped about the base of her cock. This wasn’t breaking my marriage vows either.

I didn’t have to be afraid of licking her cock, swirling my tongue around it, then sucking it into my mouth.

So I did just that.

“Oh, Xandra,” Xera moaned, her back arching, her large breasts jiggling before her as she ran a hand through my sky-blue hair.

I savored her cock filling my mouth as I sucked on it. The salty flavor of her precum sent excited shivers through me. I felt Minx and Chaun’s eyes on me as they fucked, watching me blow the elf. That excited my pussy. I shifted my hips, juices trickling down my thighs as my cheeks hollowed. I loved the taste of her cock in my mouth.

This was such a wonderful thrill. An exciting discovery to get to enjoy.

I breathed in deep through my nose. A hot shiver rushed through me as I bobbed and slurped down her cock. My fingers stroked down the shaft until I found the wet folds of her pussy instead of a pair of balls.

“Xandra,” groaned Xera as my fingers stroked her petals. “Mater’s cock, that’s lovely. You are such a sweet thing. Chaun is lucky to have your love.”

“So lucky,” Chaun groaned, his voice thick and throaty.

That sent a pleased shudder through me. I sucked harder and shoved a pair of my fingers into the hot, wet silk of Xera’s pussy. The elf moaned louder, her ears twitching as she leaned back onto the pillows.

The slap of Chaun’s balls and flesh smacking Minx’s tiny frame joined Xera’s moans as I blew her. It was so exciting. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy as I pressed my thighs tight together, massaging my aching clit.

“Yes, yes, blow my elf’s cock,” Minx moaned. “Pleasure her while I take care of your sexy husband.”

“Yes,” Chaun groaned. “The halfling’s pussy hides such sweet delight. I savor plunging into depths so tight.”

I wiggled my hips, savoring the pressure on my clit and the juices dripping down my flesh. I was so sticky and excited as I bobbed my mouth up and down the elf’s cock. Chaun had taught me how to please a dick.

And from her gasps and moans, I pleased her.

My tongue swirled about the crown of her dick before I slid back down her cock, the tip brushing the back of my neck. I sucked in a deep breath into my nose before I pressed farther down her shaft. I relaxed my throat like Chaun taught me and swallowed her cock.

“Mater’s cock. Chaun, you have been teaching this sweet things such naughty tricks.”

“Oh, she took every inch of your dick, Xera,” Minx groaned.

“She is an apt pupil,” grunted Chaun. “My wife is very enthusiastic about learning how to satiate me.”

I was. He was my husband, and I loved his body. Other men, and women, excited me, but he had to come first in my devotion. I wiggled my hips more, my small breasts jiggling beneath me. Chaun watched me with his violet eyes as he plowed the halfling, savoring the sight of my lips pressed around the base of Xera’s cock, tasting her marigold pussy juices.

And then I slid back up, sucking so hard the entire way. The elf bucked, gasping her delight as I climbed higher and higher. I reached just the tip, my tongue bathing the crown, swiping up her precum while her pussy clenched down on my fingers.

“You wonderful, sweet avian,” gasped Xera. Her hands stroked my cheeks. “Oh, yes, you are just so precious. Chaun, treasure her.”

“Always,” Chaun groaned.

I shuddered. A small orgasm rippled out of my pussy, my clit throbbing between my thighs. My husband’s sweet words made me flutter in delight. I sucked so hard on Xera’s cock as I moaned my excitement.

Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Her back arched, breasts jiggling. She moaned out in musical elvish.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

I shuddered as the elf-jizz splashed into my mouth. Thick and creamy. In a heartbeat, my mouth was full, cheeks bulging with her cum. I swallowed the huge load, the warmth working down to my stomach as more and more cum exploded into my mouth.

“Yeah, drink her cum,” Minx moaned. “Oh, yes. I love it. You made my elf cum. Cernere’s nimble fingers.”

“Gods, your pussy gets tight when you cum,” Chaun moaned. “Las’s cock, yes.”

“Cum in me,” gasped Minx. “You’re wife looks like a cum-slut. I bet she would love to lick me clean.”

I shuddered, moaning about Xera’s erupting cock. I swallowed another load of her thick, wonderful cum as Chaun sped up his hips, his balls thwacking against her. Minx shuddered beneath his large body, her arms gripping him, hands barely clasping behind his back.