Chapter 2: The Princess’s Bard

Chaun – Unmik, Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch

My three balls boiled. I groaned, running my pale hand through my wife’s sky-blue hair. My hand normally wasn’t Zeutchian-pale but midnight black. Nor did I normally have a muscular body, broad in chest and shoulders, thick thighs, and sandy-blond locks spilling about a ruggedly handsome face. I was normally slim, wiry, with an almost effeminate beauty that made women’s hearts melt.

My wife sucked hard on my cock, changed in size to match the Zeutchian warrior she spotted in the common room. The moment her sapphire eyes had alighted on him, I saw the lust churning in her body. The desire for the man to fuck her hard had kindled in her married pussy.

But she would never break her marriage vows again. She would never lie with a man that wasn’t me. Luckily for her, I could take on any shape I wanted. Normally, changelings used this ability to seduce married women, assuming the identity of their husbands gleaned from their thoughts to impregnate her.

And when I stared at my wife, gleaning the man dominating her thoughts, it was me I saw. That was so intoxicating. She loved me even if she lusted after the man whose form I assumed.

Her small hands stroked my cock, sliding up and down the shaft as she knelt on the inn floor. We were in the Mermaid’s Song, an inn in the port city of Unmik in the Princedom of Asunow, one of the dozen of princedoms who were united under the loose confederation of the Princedoms of Zeutch. I was a fugitive here. Prince Gruber of Kivnar, the Princedom north of Asunow, wanted me dead for cuckolding him. It was dangerous for me to be in this nation.

But Angela’s Quest was too important.

Sophia let out wanton moans. At the other end of the room she was bound to the wall and fucked hard by Xera’s elf-cock. The lesbian acolyte had discovered in Drakin Castle she could fuck a hermaphrodite and not lose her connection to her goddess. And she loved it, screaming out her pleasure. At first, she thought it was a man about to fuck her. I provided the voice while Aurora sucked my cock, helping Angela with her naughty game.

But now all my focus was on Aurora. She stared up at me, her eyes sparkling with delight as she bobbed her mouth up and down my cock. She swirled her tongue about the crown. She made me groan. My hand tightened in her hair.

“That’s it, you little, married slut,” I growled. “Just want my seed flooding your mouth. What would your husband think?”

She shivered, sucking harder, loving the game. She was naked, her small breasts quivering, her nipples so hard. Her tongue flared around the crown of my dick. A naughty sweep that had me grunting and trembling, the pleasure shooting through me.

My balls tightened. I only had two in this form, but they were both boiling, eager to flood her mouth with every drop of my cum. My hips fucked my cock in and out of her mouth. I groaned, muscles in brawny chest tightening.

I came.

My cum spurted into her mouth. Blast after blast of hot, creamy jizz. She moaned, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, eager for every drop. She swallowed it, eyes fluttering. Her tongue swirled around my crown, stimulating me.

Then she pulled her mouth off my dick. “We must hurry before my husband discovers us,” she moaned, panting. “He’s so jealous.”

“He should be,” I growled, seizing Aurora’s shoulders. I lifted her with ease. This body was stronger than my normal one while her form was so light. She was an avian, capable of transforming into a bird, her bones hollow.

I threw her down on the bed, Sophia moaning louder and louder in the background, savoring Angela’s gift. I didn’t care. I had eyes only for my wife and our naughty game. My dick throbbed hard before me, soaked by her saliva.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, spreading her thighs. She ran her fingers up to her shaved folds, her slit girlishly tight, her vulva puffy with her arousal. “Take me. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. Oh, you made me so wet. Fuck me! Hurry!”

“Your poor husband has no idea how much of a slut you are.” I crawled onto the bed, seizing her thighs. “How much of a wanton whore.”

“No idea,” she moaned, trembling. She reached out, stroking me. “Oh, you are so big and hard. Mmm, I’m going to love this cock in me.”

I leaned down, kissing her hard, claiming her married mouth behind her husband’s back. Her eager hands guided me to her dripping pussy. She rubbed my girth up and down her married flesh. I shivered, feeling her urgent desire, the need to be fucked before we were caught by her husband.

I thrust into her, groaning into her kiss. She shivered beneath me, pussy clamping down on my girth. Her hot pussy engulfed every inch of my cock. Her thighs locked about my waist. Her hips writhed, stirring my cock through her juicy cunt as she kissed me with such passion. She needed this. To be fucked by a man who wasn’t her husband.

I broke the kiss. “Beg,” I growled. “Beg for me to pound that slutty, married cunt until you explode.”

“Please,” she moaned, eyes glossy. “My husband could come back. We have to hurry. Pound me. He mustn’t know.”

I groaned, drawing back my hips. Her lower lip quivered as her pussy clenched down on my dick. The friction burned hot. Then I thrust into her depths, my balls thwacking into her taint. She gasped, thighs tightening about my waist, her nipples hard on my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! Luben’s sacred oaths, I’m such a naughty wife for doing this.”

“But your hot pussy just needed to be fucked by a real cock.”

“So badly.” She bucked again, grinding her clit into my crotch. “You’re so strong and muscular. Oh, I love it.” She hugged me tight, undulating beneath me as I plowed into her. “Fuck me!”

The bed creaked and rocked as I pounded her married cunt. My balls smacked over and over into her taint as I savored the sweet embrace of her pussy. The friction burned pleasure through my body. I pounded her as she gripped my back, fingernails clawing. She moaned with every thrust, singing out with her beautiful voice.

She was so hot and lithe. So eager to violate her marriage vows and be fucked by a real man with a real cock. My cock. Her pussy clenched hard. Her husband was such a fool for letting her out of his sight.

But that was my gain.

“Take it,” I growled. “This is what you wanted, little slut. A real cock.”

“I did!” she moaned, fingernails biting into my back, clawing with her passion. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Pound me! You’re such a stud!”

Her fingernails burned across my back. I grunted, loving it. I buried harder and harder into her pussy. The pleasure surged through me. It made me groan and gasp. My balls thwacked so hard into her, full of my cum. The pressure built and built.

Her neck arched. I sucked on it, marking her. Wanting her husband to see proof that another man had enjoyed her passion. Her thighs squeezed so tight about my waist as I did. Her moans sang out with such beauty.

“So close,” she moaned, hips grinding her clit into my pubic bone. “Just a little more.”

“Cum,” I growled. “Cum on my cock harder than you cum on your husband’s!”

“Yes!” she howled.

Her body bucked up against me. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. That wonderful, rippling bliss of feeling a married woman’s cunt convulse about my cock, eager for my cum. Not her husband. Mine. It was so intoxicating.

“Yes,” I growled, driving into her. “Beg for my cum!”

“Cum in me!” she howled. “I need it.”

I drove into her spasming depths. My balls boiled. I erupted into her, spurting blast after blast.

“Chaun!” she screamed. “Yes, yes, yes, Chaun, cum in me! I love it! Love you, Chaun!”

As the pleasure hammered my mind, I blinked. I was Chaun. Not the Zeutchian warrior whose form I took. I wasn’t cuckolding anyone. Aurora wasn’t really a married slut. I shook my head, the pleasure boiling through it, staring down at my wife, at the love in her eyes. She loved me. Even in this form.

“Aurora,” I panted, collapsing on her, feeling her body tremble beneath me, her breasts pressed into my muscular chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, thank you. You’re such a wonderful man, Chaun.”

“You’re a lucky woman. You get to cheat on your husband with your husband.”

She gave a wicked giggle, hands sliding up to stroke through my blond hair. “Mmm, I am.”

She pulled me down for a kiss, her lips gentle, loving. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. It was wonderful to be in her. Our tongues dueled. Xera, Angela, and Sophia had fun in the background. I didn’t care what they were doing. I just wanted to hold my wife, to lay atop her, feel her wrapped around me and—

“Angela!” Xera cried out, not in passion, but alarm.

I broke the kiss with Aurora, turned my head, and watched Xera race to the window, her hard cock bouncing before her. Aurora stirred beneath me, blinking her eyes, her pussy clenching down on my cock as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“What?” Angela asked.

“Soldiers,” Xera reported. “Lots of them looking for criminals.”

“Us?” Angela asked, her hands shooting to Sophia’s bonds.

“I thinks so. They’re surrounding the inn and...” Xera’s pointed ears twitched. “I hear magic.”

Warlock Faoril

Metal clanked outside the window. I frowned, turning my attention from Thrak stroking our sex slave’s wavy-brown hair. Thyrna sucked hard on Thrak’s cock, pleasing my husband. His swarthy chest rippled as he grunted his pleasure. Her nipple ring again graced her right breast.

The metal rattle grew louder. I rolled naked from bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. I had cum hard playing with Thyrna, using my magic to whip her and bind her while fucking myself with it. My butt was still sore from falling to the ground. I was so lost to my pleasure, I burned through the power of Thrak’s cum.

I should have paid more attention to my reserves, but I was orgasming so hard.

I reached the inn’s window, staring out into the rainy night. It was dark, but torches spurted, held by armored men. More surrounded the torch bearers, carrying long spears as they spread out across the inn.

My heart squeezed. This wasn’t good.

Beside a man on horse, wearing a black cloak embroidered with silver thread, stood three figures in red robes. Robes identical to mine hanging on a nearby hook. Journeyman Mages of the Collegiate Tower.

“Las’s putrid cum,” I groaned as the mages rose into the air. The rain, which had been pounding on them, suddenly fell around them, striking invisible barriers of air. “Thrak!”

He ripped Thyrna’s mouth off his dick as I darted towards my robes and my vials of cum. I needed power. My magic. Three journeyman mages. Could I even take on that many? How good were they? I had the skill to wear the black. I would have worn the black of a Master Mage if I hadn’t made my stupid mistake.

I made it three steps when the window behind me exploded. Glass crashed on the wooden floor. Pain cut across my back and thighs. Then bounds of air seized me and yanked off the floor. My arms were pinned to my side, my legs tied together. My heart thudded. I thrashed against the invisible ropes. They pressed so tight.

I was helpless. Feral panic shot through me. I had no magic. What was I going to do? “Thrak! Cum! I need cum!”

My orc growled and threw himself from the bed. His hulking body crashed onto the floor. The wooden boards groaned beneath his bulk. He snarled, lunging for the robe. Thyrna was right behind him, her gold nipple ring flashing.

Thrak slammed into the floor. He grunted, pinned there by an unseen force. Magic. I turned my head, craning to look over my shoulder. Two of the mages hovered just outside the shattered window, working their magic.

“What?” gasped a squat-faced mage.

Thyrna reached my robes. The gold ring piercing her nipple gave her immunity to magic. She darted her hands into the pockets. Glass clinked. Hope surged through me. Thyrna was immune to magic. All she had to do was get me—

The robes ripped out of her hand, hurtling towards the mages at the window. The narrow-faced mage caught it.

Thyrna hissed, “Let my masters go!”

Then she transformed. Her head swelled, orange and black fur sprouting. A tiger’s stripped head appeared, muzzle full of sharp teeth. She growled, flexing sharp claws. The mages cursed as she charged across the room at them and—

The wood groaned. Boards flew up, forming a solid barrier across the broken window. The rakshasa crashed into it and rebounded. She hit the ground hard, shaking her head, snarling with anger. She gained her feet, tearing at the boards, but they wouldn’t budge, held in place and strengthen by life magic.

The door burst open. Soldiers in plate armor trooped in, carrying swords. Thyrna turned, snarling at them. She was wild, feral, but they were armored. Not that the pirate captain cared. She turned in a low, dangerous crouch, naked and unafraid.

“Thyrna,” I gasped. “No. They’ll kill you.”

Her whiskers twitched. She glanced at me and then to Thrak on the ground. His eyes burned. He fought against the magic pinning him down, but the force was too great. I had held Thrak when he raged, when he was at his strongest, with air magic. No one could escape it.

“On your belly, beast,” snarled a guard as he stepped over Thrak. There were seven soldiers in the room, fanning out, their armor clinking.

“Thrak! Tell her to stop. They’ll kill her.”

He snorted, growled. “Thyrna! Stop!”

“I can kill them, Master.”

“Try it, beast,” snarled the soldier. “On your belly or die.”

“On your belly, pussycat!” Thrak snarled. “Now!”

Thyrna hissed and spat. Then her transformation ended. She fell to her belly, eyes smoldering as the soldiers swarmed past me to reach her. Their armor jostled my naked form as I hung in the air. My heart hammered. So many soldiers. Who had brought an army after us?

Knave Angela

“They’re pouring into the inn,” Xera snarled.

Glass shattered in Faoril’s room. Boots thudded. I shivered as I stared at the soldiers pouring into the inn. There were so many of them. Over a hundred surrounded it, cordoning it off. Sophia clung to my back, trembling.

“Faoril’s our only chance,” I said.

Xera shook her head, ears twitching. “I fear she’s been subdued. She’s struggling in her room. The soldiers are coming up the stairs.”

“Las’s putrid cum!” Anger and fear boiled through me. We were so close. We were only a week away from reforging the sword. Only a few more days after that to ending the quest. And now this? Zeutchian soldiers after the Doge’s bounty. “We should have been more careful.”

“I can get my totems,” Aurora said, trembling against Chaun still in his Zeutchian form.

The armor clanked louder. Boots pounding up the stairs. I glanced at my sword sheathed and hanging from my belt looped over the bedpost. My shield leaned against the wall beneath it. But there were too many of them. I couldn’t fight so many soldiers.

“Chaun, stay in that form,” I ordered, my heart trembling.

“What do we do?” Sophia asked, shivering.

“Nothing.” Gall burned my throat. So close. But if we fought, we would be killed. If Faoril was subdued, we were in trouble. And I didn’t hear Thrak raging, so he must be as well, we were done. Without her magic and his brute power, it was hopeless.

The doors burst in half, kicked by a soldier, sword in hand. His plate clinked as he charged in. Aurora shrieked. Sophia hugged me harder. Xera’s ears twitched as she turned slowly from the window. My heart hammered as I raised my arms.

“The knight,” the soldier spat. “Good. His highness will be pleased.”

“We surrender,” I said, my voice surprisingly clear. I raised my hands. Now we had to be smart. Figure a way out of this.

Aurora Xandra

I trembled as the soldier seized me by the back of the neck and pushed me forward. Cum ran down my thighs. Just moments ago, I was loving my husband. He gave me such a wonderful treat, indulging my desire for another man. And now it was all over. We were seized. It happened so fast. The soldiers were on us, racing through the inn.

Tears trickled down my cheeks.

I tried to be brave. I wasn’t weak. I was strong. I had fought, but I felt so naked without my totems. Chaun marched before me, manacled by the soldiers like Angela and Xera had been. I was the last dragged out of the room, the least consequential to the soldiers.

Brave. Strong. I could become a bird. I could wing off to safety. But how would that help my friends? I had to think. Plan. Yes, we were captured, but we had been in worse situations. I was kidnapped and taken into the Mirage Gardens. We faced a horde of Imps and braved the Haunted forest. We ventured into the Labyrinth.

Surely escaping from these soldiers would be doable once we had a plan.

My bare feet padded on the stairs. They creaked behind me as the soldier pushed me forward. His armor clinked. His mailed gauntlet was so cold on my neck. I quivered, trying to keep the panic at bay. We would come up with a way out of this somehow.

The innkeeper and his serving girls watched as we passed through the common room. They trembled, two of the girls crying. They didn’t say a word as we were pushed out into the cold rain. There were others gathered in the inn’s courtyard, all the other guests, some in sleeping gowns, others naked, on their knees. The men were manacled, the women weeping. Faoril and Thrak were both bound by magic and under the eyes of watchful mages, while Thyrna was manacled hand and feet, trussed up like a deer brought back by a hunting party.

Standing in the center was a tall man in a black cloak, the rain hammering hard about him. He had short, dark-blond hair, a silver circlet on his brow. Beneath his cloak he wore a fine suit of plate mail, polished to a gleam, a raven embossed in the center, wings spread wide.

“The last of the prisoners, my Prince,” reported a guard as I was forced to my knees next to Chaun.

I shivered, the cold, autumn rain striking my naked body. Each one was a needle of pain. I wanted to gasp out from the shock of each one. I trembled, my teeth chattering. Chaun pulled at his manacles, giving me a wide look.

Fear.

I glanced at the man then back at Chaun. “Prince Gruber?”

Chaun nodded.

My stomach twisted. This was the man who had put a bounty on Chaun’s head after catching him abed with Princess Adelaide, Gruber’s wife. Chaun had had an affair with the Princess. He even loved her. He hand worn Prince Gruber’s appearance when caught and barely escaped the castle with his life. It ended his career as a Bard of Az. The College had blacklisted him for bringing dishonor to their name and because the College of Az, located in the Princedoms, relied on the patronage of men like Gruber to exist.

“No sign of the changeling,” the soldier grunted, “or the halfling thief.”

Minx! Hope surged. She was out in the town, hunting down alchemical supplies. She was still out there. That was something.

“But we found the rest of those on the Doge’s warrant,” continued the soldier. “Acolyte Sophia, the elf, the orc seen entering the city with them, and the Warlock Faoril.”

The red-robbed mages in the courtyard all fixed Faoril with hard looks. She managed to look confident despite being naked and bound by air.

“We found these two in the room with the knight, the acolyte, and the elf,” added the soldier, pointing to Chaun and me. My stomach clenched. “And we also have a woman fitting the description of the pirate captain Thyrna, believed to help them escape.”

“The changeling is here,” the Prince said, face twisting with passion, hand clenching. “Allessa, find him.”

The third mage, a slim female, nodded her head. She walked to the nearest person, a Thlinian man with orange skin. The man shivered. She shook her head and moved onto the a Zeutchian woman, her blonde hair matted about her shoulders and heaving, naked breasts. The woman gasped. The mage moved on. She worked down the line, pausing for a moment before each prisoner. She skipped Thrak, Faoril, and Thyrna.

She moved closer. What was she doing? Was there magic that would reveal a changeling? I bit my lip, trembling. My companions were wanted in Raratha for breaking into the Great Vault. But Gruber wanted my husband dead. Tears fell down my cheeks, hidden by the rain. I had to do something. I could turn into a bird and attack the mage.

And she would just seize me with air.

She came closer.

I could fly off and find Minx. Maybe she had found an alchemist that sold antimagic bombs. She was eager to have those after the fight with the gnome bounty hunter in Mount Peritito’s caldera. But, if I tried to flee, the mage would just seize me.

The mage came closer.

What could I do?

She stopped before Chaun. He let out a groan, gritting his teeth. His body trembled, spasmed. His skin rippled. His Zeutchian, muscular body shrank as ebony-black bled through the pale skin. Blond hair became silver. His round ears grew pointed, his rugged face delicate. My husband’s true form appeared, slender, delicate. The manacles fell off his skinnier wrists.

“Chaun,” Gruber said, a cold smile spreading his lips. “Gather the prisoners. We’ll take the pirate captain, too. Everyone else is free to go.”