Chapter 1: Acolyte's New Pleasure

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Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest

I sprang to my lover and sex slave, Sophia, fear hammering in my heart. Xera’s cum dribbled down Sophia’s thighs along with the plant’s nectar-jizz. She had been fucked by a cock. She was an acolyte of Saphique, Goddess of Virgins. She had sworn an oath when she became a novice of Saphique, promising to never touch a man sexually.

If she did, she lost her magic.

And she had cum dripping out of her.

Ever since we met Xera months ago, Sophia had stayed clear of the elf when she was in heat, her girl-cock throbbing away. It was enough to sever the connection she had with her goddess. All the celebration of recovering the final piece of the High King’s sword went out of my mind.

Sophia was tainted. Her connection was severed. It had happened once before when a malevolent spirit called a karabasan had possessed me. A spectral cock had sprouted from my body. With it, the ghost had forced me to fuck Sophia. She had to go through a ritual in a temple to recover her magic.

And we were deep in the Haunted Forest, weeks away from civilization.

“Sophia,” I gasped, hugging her tight, still holding the final piece of the sword, the top third of the blade. “Oh, Gods, I am so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Sophia blinked. “For what, my Queen.”

Her arms slipped around my body, her small breasts pressed into my pillowy frame. She was such a soft creature, so delicate and precious. Tears burned my eyes as I held her tight. She was still dazed by the plant’s pollen. It grew all throughout Drakin Castle. The crumbling walls around us were covered in the desiccating vines. It was dead now, but for a while, we had all been under the effect of its aphrodisiac pollen, fucking the plants and each other.

Luckily, Xera had the presence of mind to keep her wits, find the source, and give the plant what it wanted.

“Angela?” Sophia asked, her voice breaking as I rocked her. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“Your magic,” I groaned. “Do you think Saphique will understand this time? I know you didn’t fight it. But it was the spores. It made us all horny.”

“Saphique...” Sophia shivered and then she laughed. “Oh, because Xera and the plant fucked me?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “We’ll get your connection back to your goddess.”

“Oh, no,” Aurora said, the avian clapping hands to her mouth. She, too, was naked and dripping with nectar seed, her legs bent. Both she and Faoril had walked bow-legged into the room. “You poor thing.”

Sophia laughed harder. And suddenly my breasts grew wet. A sweet smell filled my nose. I pulled back and blinked. Sophia’s pink nipples, topping her small breasts, dribbled milk. More stained my tits. Her lactation was part of her connection with her goddess. She could control it at will.

I blinked.

“But ... You fucked Xera.”

“Yep,” Sophia nodded.

“And the plant. It fucked you, too.”

“Even bound me up like it knew what I wanted.” Sophia shuddered in wicked pleasure.

“How do you still have your connection?”

“Well, I guess Saphique considers Xera female. And the plant, too.” Sophia shrugged.

“The plant was once an elf,” Xera said sadly. The naked elf—not that there was anything out of the ordinary for her being naked, elves didn’t wear clothing—clutched a small bulb, like a tulip bulb, in the crook of her arm. Tears glistened in her eyes, her ears twitching above her green hair.

“So it turned out I was just being paranoid. I didn’t have to be afraid of Xera’s cock at all.”

“But ... When the karabasan possessed me, and then I fucked you with the cock, it stole your powers.”

“With the karabasan’s cock. A male spirit.” Sophia shuddered. “Bastard.”

“So you could have been fucking Xera all this time... ?” I shook my head. “I could have been making you fuck her cock?”

“Guess so.” Sophia leaned down and fingered her messy pussy. She pulled out a glob of elf-cum and nectar-jizz and brought it to her lips. She sucked on it and shivered. “It’s actually pretty good. And it was sooooo hot being fucked by her cock.”

Minx let out a snigger, her body painted in nectar-cum, too. She smacked Xera’s ass. “Looks like you got another woman who wants to fuck your cock all the time.”

“Maybe,” Xera said, her ears twitching more. She blinked back the tears. “Your loss.”

Minx sighed, leaning against Xera. The halfling was so short compared to the elf, her head only resting on Xera’s hip. “My loss.”

“So we are done here,” Thrak grunted. His cum, and the plant’s, painted my body.

“We’re done here,” I nodded. “Time to reforge the sword.”

“So we’re on to Unmik!” Minx said.

Chaun sighed. “And then north into the Princedoms and the Desolation.”

I frowned at Chaun’s morose sigh. Then it hit me: Princess Adelaide. His disgrace and banishment from being a Bard of Az happened in the Princedoms. He cuckolded one of the Princes, who ruled one of the states of the fractured country. The Princedoms were almost a dozen separate kingdoms united by custom and a council of the princes, who elect one of their own to nominally be in charge. They often fight each other more often then being a threat to the other nations.

Aurora squeezed her husband’s hand, giving him a supportive smile. Chaun smiled back, his mood falling away. He stared at her. “So, what were you up to?”

Her cheeks darkened. She glanced at Faoril. “Um, it was interesting.”

Faoril laughed as she pulled on her red robes.

Warlock Faoril – Unmik, Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch “A proper bed,” I groaned when we entered our room at the Mermaid’s Song. After weeks spent wandering the Haunted Forest, both getting to and returning from Drakin Castle, then three days sailing through the Nimborgoth and up into Holani Strait to reach the port city of Unmik, I was looking forward to it. “Wonderful.”

“And what about my bed, Mistress?” Captain Thyrna purred as she sauntered in before us, moving with a languorous, cat-like grace. Which wasn’t surprising. She was a rakshasa, a shapeshifter whose real form had the head of a tiger, complete with dangerous fangs.

“Your ship rocks and bobs and sways,” I said. “It’s nice, but sometimes you roll off the bed.” I rubbed my butt. It still smarted from my abrupt wakeup last night. “This bed won’t move an inch.”

Thyrna stretched out on it, her lithe legs clad by her tight, leather pants, her ample bosom stretching her low-cut blouse. She was a predatory beauty, with dark-brown skin and wavy-black hair. She exuded hunger with her every movement. The Pirate Captain stretched her back, thrusting her tits into the air while her hips undulated.

“Your pussycat is getting restless,” I said to my husband.

Thrak grunted as he closed the door behind him. He had to duck to fit through. Human doors were a few inches too short for an orc. Especially one as big as him. He dropped our bags and stretched his back, muscles rippling beneath scarred, swarthy skin. He smiled, the bone piercings adorning his face—eyebrows, nose, and lips—moved. It made him look so uncouth, so dangerous. You would never know how intelligent he was.

“She is always frisky,” grunted Thrak. “I bet you wore you crew out waiting for us to return from Drakin Castle.”

“I had to keep them in line,” she purred. “You were gone a month wandering in that dreadful forest. It was quite boring.”

“And how much piracy did you commit?” Thrak asked.

I blinked. I assumed she had kept her ship at the mouth of the river the entire time. But ... I guess a month was a long time to have her wait. Gods, it was such a relief to be back in civilization. Those endless days trudging through the woods, and then another week just marching along the Kemoh River through the plains to get back to the shore. Autumn was upon the world, the days growing colder and colder, the weather fouler and fouler.

Rain lashed the windows of the inn as Thyrna purred, “Not much. Just enough to whet our appetites. I found a fat merchant sailing from Thaville.”

I shivered and shrugged out of my robes. I set them, carefully, on a chest of drawers, the pockets jiggling with all the magical paraphernalia I carried on me. I slid my hands up my body to my round breasts, fingering my nipples.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said. “Before I lose my nerve.”

I had promised myself for months that I would do this for Thrak. I had one piercing, my silver nose ring, but Thrak had often commented that my nipples were so bare. Saoria, his first wife, had both her nipples pierced with bone rings, and plenty in her face. She was Thosian, like me, and had adopted orc customs when she married him.

Thrak grinned. His cock tented his kilt as he moved to the bed. Thyrna let out a purring moan. “You’ll love having pierced nipples. I do.”

“You have a pierced nipple,” I said. “You’re not getting both pierced.”

Thyrna pushed down her blouse to bare her right breast, the dark nub pierced by what appeared to be a gold ring. It wasn’t pure gold but alloyed chromium, giving her immunity to magic. Which made me powerless against her.

Which made it all the sexier when I ordered her around. She was our sex slave. Thrak had tamed the wild pirate captain. He made her purr for him. She loved it. She had dominated an entire crew of strong, burly human pirates. And then my orc seized her by the scruff of the neck and showed her what she truly craved.

Thrak knelt before me and produced the needle from his pouch. It looked so tiny in his thick fingers. My heart quickened as he brought it to my nipple. I squirmed on the edge of the bed, a strange excitement swirling around with my fear.

Thyrna pressed into me from behind, both her breasts out now, her nipples hard. Her hands slid around my body, fingers trailing shivers as they climbed up to my breasts. She cupped them, hefting them towards Thrak. “Pierce her, Master.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching out of fright and desire. I shivered, shook as he brought the needle closer, the point gleaming sharp. “Oh, Gods.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to watch.

Thyrna licked my neck up to my ear. “Relax, Mistress. He loves you. He won’t hurt you.”

“I won’t,” Thrak said and then proved those words a lie.

“Las’s pus-filled cock!” I screamed as the needle pierced through my nipple. I quivered, my toes curling. My body shaking. Fire burned. I sucked in staccato breaths as the pain rippled out from my nub.

The needle pulled out. I winced again. And then groaned as the gold ring slipped through the new hole in my nipple. I kept sucking in breaths as it slid through my nipple. This was such a dumb idea. Why did I agree to this and...

The needle touched my left nipple.

“Oh, Gods,” I groaned and then gasped.

It didn’t hurt as much as the first one. I was ready for it. But it still burned. I still groaned, my entire body clenching. Thyrna nibbled on my ear as Thrak removed the needle. I trembled, wishing I had some jizz in me so I could lash out with my magic at something, anything.

“You’re doing great,” Thrak said as he threaded the gold ring into my nipple. “Okay, they’re both in.”

I glanced down at the nipple rings. They were thin and glinted in the candlelight of our room. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits rising and falling. My nipples were so swollen. They throbbed with my heart beat.

“See,” Thrak said, taking one and batting it.

“Don’t do that,” I groaned, the pain shivering through me. “Oh, I want them out. This was such a mistake.”

Then I looked into Thrak’s eyes. He stared at my nipples with such longing in his eyes. I sighed, stroking his face. He was so hard, so angular. So strong, but he had feelings. “Saoria?”

He nodded. “You should have heard her scream when she was pierced the first time. But she wanted to fit in. She insisted on it despite the pain. ‘Orcs accept the pain, ‘ she said. ‘And I’m just as strong.’”

“She was,” I sighed. “But I’m not. Where’s the healing?”

“Here, Mistress.” Thyrna moved, reaching for something. Then she thrust a vial of creamy liquid at me. I pulled the stopper and downed the healing potion. The sweet flavor of Sophia’s breast milk poured down my throat.

I shivered. The soothing warmth washed through me. The ache in my butt from my fall vanished, the strain in my lower back melted away, a bruise I didn’t ever realize I had on my arm healed, and, most importantly, my nipples stopped throbbing. The swelling went away. Now I had two pink nubs pierced by gold rings.

Thrak grabbed one, tugging on it.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned as the pleasure fluttered through my body. That felt so different. I could feel the metal sliding through my nipple, stimulating it from the inside. I shivered, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as he manipulated it. “Oh, that feels wonderful.”

Thrak grinned then leaned in, sucking on the other. His tongue batted the ring, twisting it around while his fingers played with the other. I leaned back into Thyrna’s embrace, loving the feel as he sucked and nibbled, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

It was exciting. It was so different. My nipples felt so sensitive now. They ached and throbbed in such intense and present delight. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit hard, my pussy itching to be touched. Pleasure built as he played with my nipples. He sucked on my nub and then caught my ring with his teeth, tugging on it.

“Thrak,” I groaned. “Gods, that’s nice. Ooh, yes.”

“See, Mistress,” Thyrna purred, her hands sliding down my stomach, reaching for my thighs. “Wasn’t a little pain worth all this pleasure?”

“Yes.” I shuddered as her hand pressed between my thighs. I parted them, shuddering as she stroked my pussy, sliding through my trimmed bush. I shivered, leaning my head against her shoulder. My hands slid across Thrak’s body, feeling his strength. “Oh, yes, I love them, Thrak. I wish I had done this earlier.”

“Yes,” Thyrna moaned. “Wouldn’t that have been fun?”

“Oh, you were going to pierce them when you tried to dominate me,” I accused even as Thrak sucked harder on my nipple.

“I succeeded in dominating you.” Thyrna rubbed harder at my pussy, her fingers parting my folds, searching, discovering my clit.

She rubbed hard.

I bucked, my pussy clenching, pleasure rushing through my body. My nipples throbbed as much as my clit. The pleasure shooting down from my breasts met the sparks bursting from my pearl. They gathered in my pussy, my sex clenching, my body squirming.

Thyrna nibbled on my neck, teasing me as she frigged my clit. She rubbed hard, fast. Her fingers danced over my nub. I squirmed more and more, my pussy growing juicier. My nipples ached as Thrak played with my rings. He sucked back and forth between my nipples, making them both throb, his thick, calloused fingers rubbing on my soft breasts.

I loved it.

“Your tits are just lovely,” he groaned as he went back and forth. “Perfect.”

I shivered, smiling at the joy he took in my piercings. He twisted them around and stretched out my nipples. Everything he did shot pleasure down to my pussy. It made me squirm, my hands wandering lower and lower down Thrak’s body.

To his kilt. To the bulge of his cock. I found it, stroking him as my pussy grew juicier and juicier. I tossed my head back and forth, Thyrna’s fingers dancing on my clit. But it was the pleasure from my nipples that had me gasping, moaning.

Cumming.

“Thrak!” I screamed out as his teeth tugged on my nipple ring, pulling it back and forth, my nipple throbbing. “Oh, Gods, yes! I’m cumming from nipple play! Oh, wow! It’s sooooo good. They’re soooo sensitive now. Pater’s cock!”

My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded out. I bucked and moaned, the pleasure racing through my body. It reached my mind. I gasped, my eyes fluttering. Every wave, generated by my nipples, washed out of my pussy and through my body, leaving me heaving and thrashing.

I squeezed his cock. He throbbed so hard beneath his kilt. Hard for me. I groaned, wanting him in me right this second. Cumming, I worked up his kilt, eager to reveal his massive girth hiding beneath. I had to touch him, stroke him.

I slid my hand beneath and found his cock. I stroked him as the pleasure peaked in me. I ran my hand up to the tip of his dick, pierced by a thick, bone ring. I tugged on it, making him groan as he sucked on my nipple.

“Fuck me, Thrak,” I moaned.

“Yes,” Thyrna purred, her fingers sliding down, caressing the wet folds of my pussy. “She’s so wet for you. She needs your cock. She’s just a naughty whore.”

“So naughty,” I groaned, ignoring the bite in Thyrna’s words. She didn’t like sharing Thrak with me. She wanted my husband all to herself, to be his only lover, his only slave. But she couldn’t. She had to submit to me, too, to make him happy. “Ram your cock into her pussy. Make her cum on that magnificent dick.”

“Yes,” I gasped, squirming.

Thrak lifted his lips, his eyes glossy with lust and joy. He loved my nipple piercings. He missed Saoria so much, and it was wonderful that I could give him something to remind him of what he lost. I couldn’t replace Saoria, I didn’t want to replace her, but I wanted to give my husband any pleasure I could.

Because he did the same for me.

Thyrna scooted back, lowering me to the bed as Thrak rose. His eyes devoured my naked body. He flicked down to my spread thighs, my pussy matting down my curls. I shivered, my orgasm dieing down in me as I lay my head on Thyrna’s knees, her breasts jiggling above me.

“Ravishing,” Thrak groaned. “A flower blossoming on the tundra, standing out amid the dull greens and yellows.”

“Your flower,” I moaned, my hands cupping my breasts, brushing my nipple rings. I shuddered as they slid through the holes, teasing me.

“You are enjoying the increased sensitivity,” he said. “You have more direct stimulation of your body. Gives you more pleasure.”

“Yes, more surface area of my nipples are being touched now,” I groaned, twisting my new piercings. “Makes me so wet. Fuck me!”

His kilt came off. His dick throbbed before him. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me. So big, so strong. He grabbed my hips, lifting my ass so my pussy aligned with his cock. The thick head rubbed on my pussy lips, the cock ring caressing my sensitive flesh.

And then he thrust into me.

The bed creaked. His balls thwacked into my ass. His cock rammed into my depths. Pleasure shivered through my pussy. The bone ring slid down my sheath, stimulating me. I gasped, wrapping my thighs about my husband’s thick waist, holding him tight, as he fucked me.

“Thrak!” I moaned, his cock slamming in hard, my clit aching as his pubic bone crushed it with every thrust. “Yes, yes, yes! You know what I love!”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “You love having a thick cock ram into your cunt. You savor it. You want to cum and cum.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “make me cum, Thrak! Make me cum with your magnificent cock! Yes!”

“Mmm, yes, fuck the slut, Master,” Thyrna moaned, her hands sliding down my shoulders to my breasts. Fingers danced up my mounds to my nipples. She grasped the gold rings, twisting them hard.

Pleasure shot through me.

My pussy clenched on Thrak’s thrusting dick, increasing the friction. I shivered, humping harder. Rapture tossed my body. I bucked and heaved as Thyrna smirked down at me, twisting and pulling and tugging on my nipples. Pleasure spiked through me, racing down to my pussy, adding to the delight.

I groaned out my joy, loving every moment of it. Thrak’s balls smacked into my taint. He grunted, the muscles in his chest rippling. His strong hands gripped my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he plowed his cock so hard into me. So deep.

“Yes,” he growled. “This is what you want. You want to be fucked until you cum!”

“You know I do!” I moaned. “Oh, Thrak, yes! Gods, I love it when you pound me! Don’t be gentle! Ravish me!”

He snarled, thrusting even harder. My pussy ached from the force of his thrusts. They reminded me that my orc fucked me. That he poured all his passions into his strokes, giving me all the pleasure I craved. Gods, I loved him. I was so lucky to meet him. To be a part of Angela’s quest.

My fingernails clawed at his chest as the pleasure detonated in my pussy. My flesh spasmed about him as I left red lines down his muscles. He grunted, thrusting harder, staring down at me with such passion burning in his dark eyes.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “That’s what you want! Cum on my dick!”

“Yes!” I howled as his cock slammed into me. My pussy kept spasming, rapture kept flooding through me. “Pater’s cock!”

My head tossed back and forth on Thyrna’s lap. I shivered and shuddered, bucking into his thrusts with every ounce of my passion. I moaned, my thighs clenching so hard about his waist. My pussy spasmed, milking his cock.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

Thyrna tugged on both nipple piercings, stretching out my tits. “Flood her, Master. Give the slut what she wants! She wants cum dripping out of her cunt at all hours!”

“I do,” I howled, my orgasm growing stronger and stronger. The more she played with my nipple piercings, the more I spasmed and thrashed.