Chapter 15: Rewarding the Naughty Princess

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith

Wood burst, drawing me out of sleep. I groaned, groggy. Men shouted. Fear jolted through me. I sat upright to see men spilling into our room in the light cast by Pyrriah’s burning hair. My twin sister held her tulwar in hand as she rushed to the door.

But Nephi beat her to it. My sphinx had already tuned into her lion form. Her tawny-furred body flew at the first hulking man who burst through the door. With a snarl, she slammed her claws into his chest and drove him back.

“What?” the attacker cried. He crashed to the floor, Nephi on him. Her human head darted down and she bit into his throat.

I heard the savage tear of flesh and the man’s gurgling sigh of pain. His legs spasmed on the floor as she feasted on him. His blood pumped out and spilled in a spreading puddle. I stared in shock at it as he died before my eyes.

Pyrriah flowed past me. The next man to enter the room, a brawny man with scars over his chest muscles, swung his curved blade at my sister. She blocked the stroke with a flick of her wrist. He growled and swung a second, harder stroke.

His blows drove my sister back. Her tulwar flashed as she parried each of the strokes, but he swung with power. Her glowing, red hair danced around her, almost alive with fire. Flames flickered among her tresses.

“Kurtis!” Lasla shrieked in fright.

Another man swept into the room.

I had to deal with him. I had to be a man and defend my women. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my own tulwar from where it rested by the bed. I whipped it out of the scabbard and held my weapon in a trembling grip.

Fear pumped through me, but I battered it down. I had to protect my twin sister.

Pyrriah

The fire swelled in me as the attacker drove me back. I could feel it wanting to burst out of me. I didn’t fight it.

Flames surged up my blade. They burned across my sword. The flames danced and flickered. The man gasped at the sight of them. Then he flinched back from them. He gaped as the fire crackled along my metal sword.

“What are you?” he demanded.

I wished I understood that.

I swung my flaming weapon. The fire crackled as he retreated back. He swung an attack back at me, but it was a clumsy blow. I flicked to the side with a whipping slash of my tulwar. Then I lunged forward and plunged my weapon through his chest.

He gaped as he stared at the weapon buried into his torso. He groaned, the flames sizzling his wound. He threw back his head and screamed. Blood bubbled at his lips. I kicked him off my blade. He fell to the floor, bleeding and dying.

I shuddered. I had just killed a man. I swallowed, my heart hammering. The world spun around me for a second. I had never wanted to do this. He didn’t leave me any choice. He came charging in on me. He attacked me.

I had to defend myself.

The clash of metal drew my attention to Kurtis fighting a third man. My brother was desperately parrying. He had picked up the basics of sword-fighting fast, but he was a novice compared to the man he fought. They hulk battered aside my brother’s attack and then lunged in one of his own.

Kurtis just blocked it in time, keeping the blade from finding his heart. Lasla screamed in terror. Mother was pulling at her collar and hissing in fury, wanting to transform. I gripped my flaming sword and rushed to help.

Nephi beat me to it.

The sphinx roared and reared up. She slammed her clawed forepaws on the shoulders and back of the attacker. She ripped down him. Muscles tore. She slashed him open to the bone, ribs bleeding through. He screamed in pain.

Kurtis thrust his sword forward and buried his blade into the man’s chest. The point of my twin’s weapon burst out the back, dripping in gore. He pulled his arm back. The attacker staggered and then collapsed.

I panted, listening, waiting for any more to come. None did. We had survived our midnight assassination. Our enemy was not so fortunate.

Kurtis

I relieved last night over and over again as I ate a breakfast of dates and flatbread soaked in honey. I could hardly remember the battle as anything more than a jittering mosaic of memories. Snips from the fight. Blocking. Parrying. Ramming him through. They were all jumbled together. My sense of it was disjointed.

They had come to kill me. But who? All three were dead and how no identifying clues on them. But I knew who sent them.

The innkeeper hovered nearby. He looked so nervous, washing his hands. I had to pay extra to get new rooms and to keep from being evicted. He did not appreciate rakshasas politics dragged into his inn.

I wasn’t a fan of them, either. Killing was such a waste.

My family was equally subdued. The reality of Ankush was sinking into us. Maybe I should just go back to the Treasure Box and sail away. I had bred Princess Naryu so my goal of fucking and impregnating anther all-female race birthed from my father’s semen accomplished. Did I really have to fuck their queen, too?

I was putting my women at risk. Yes, Pyrriah and Nephi were dangerous, and my mother could be devastating if I unleashed her. That would put us all at risk of being hunted down by one of the four knightly orders, especially the Knights Dragoon.

Indecision wracked at me.

A groom darted to the innkeeper. The man groaned and then put on an oily smile. I straightened and was not surprised by Princess Lavhi walking in. The voluptuous rakshasa sauntered in with a retinue of brawny men covered in scars. All the royalty of Naith had warrior sex slaves that they kept around them. Bodyguards who were rewarded with the privilege of pleasing their mistresses.

Even breeding them.

She wore robes of diaphanous blue today, her lush figure peeking out. Gold trimmed the hem of her clothes. She gave an impatient and dismissive flick to the innkeeper and strode towards my table. My women glanced at me.

Then Nephi rose and offered the princess her seat. It was directly across from me. In the process, Nephi but herself to the side where the sphinx could change into her lion form and attack the bodyguards.

“I am heartened you survived,” Princess Lavhi said. She sank down at the seat with grace. She plucked up a date and popped it into her mouth.

“Are you heartened?” I asked.

Mirth danced in the princess’s eyes. She swallowed. “Mmm, of course. You are an annoyance to Naryu.” She laughed, a feline sound of hissing delight. And oh, was she furious that her men died. That you survived. You weren’t. She’ll send a larger force next time. More slave-soldiers to come and kill you.”

“I can’t have that,” I said. “I suppose I’ll have to do something about this naughty rakshasa princess.”

“Mmm, you should,” Princess Lavhi said. She leaned in, a big smile on her lips. “You are quite the talk of the Ziggurat already. The word permeated late last night about Princess Naryu’s failed raid. They are speaking the name Kurtis on their lips and wonder how you tamed a sphinx. Mmm, that is so fascinating.”

“A sphinx?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “That would be a delight. Afraid I don’t have one of those.”

“Mmm, don’t play coy. She’s standing right behind me, yes?” Princess Lavhi smiled. “Pyrriah and Lasla are clearly your sisters and I can see her features stamped in your face, so the claim she is your mother is convincing. But the slave behind me ... Well, she must be the sphinx.”

“And why do you think that?”

“The wounds on two of the dead,” she said. “They were clawed like a big cat attacked them. Everyone knows sphinxes make loyal guards when tamed. So I made the guess, as our others. You are an interesting man Kurtis.”

I shrugged. “Well, you were right about the attack,” I said. “It’s time for that reward.”

“Oh, I didn’t come here for that,” she said, waving a hand. “I just wanted the satisfaction of thwarting Naryu and her schemes.”

“No, no,” I said. “You did me a favor. My women were alerted for the attack. That deserves a reward. Mother, Nephi, strip the princess and make her cum.”

My mother rose while Nephi moved to the princess. The three men all shot hands to the swords on their belts but Lavhi waved them off. She stood up in her blue robes as my mother and sphinx stepped up on either side of her.

“Here?” Lavhi asked as she didn’t resist having her robe opened and peeled off of her. Those large breasts of hers, her nipples a darker shade of brown than the rest of her, poked out hard. “Where any can see us.”

“Yes,” I said, grinning at her.

To my delight, she had a gold ring pierced through her clit. It looked so delicious. I licked my lips, my heart pounding. My dick throbbed. My mother and sphinx turned the rakshasa princess around and pushed her back on the table. Lasla and Pyrriah both hastily cleared away plates.

“Mmm, what are you up to, brother?” Pyrriah asked.

I winked at her.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is a naughty game,” Lasla cooed, her blue eyes fixing on mine.

I winked at her then grinned as my mother and sphinx went for the princess’s breasts. They grabbed those brown mounds and ducked their heads down. They both latched onto a nipple and suckled.

The rakshasa moaned.

My dick throbbing, and in need of lube, I stood up and held out my hand to Lasla. She smiled as she took it. She wore her new purple robes with silver thread enhancing them. I smiled and unbelted her. I opened her robe and groaned at the sight of her round breasts and fat nipples. I squeezed her tits, kneading them.

“Mmm, brother,” she moaned.

“My, my, look at you,” purred Princess Lavhi, her head arched back to watch us. “Playing with your sister’s tits in public.”

“Oh, I am going to do more than just play with them,” I told her with a wink.

A naughty shudder ran through Lasla’s body, making her boobs jiggling in my hand. I gripped them as her hands untied my robe’s belt. She reached inside and grabbed my cock. She smiled as she stroked me.

“Which hole, brother?” she asked. “I have three that are always dying to be filled by your cock.”

“Pussy,” I said and then kissed Lasla on the mouth.

I thrust my tongue into my sister’s mouth, savoring the taste of her. She had the taste of twat lingering on her lips. She had to eat a lot of cunt last night to calm down, the poor thing. She was the only one who wasn’t a fighter.

The attack had been a nasty shock to her. The rakshasa princess would have to pay for that.

But we had rallied together to make her feel loved. To ensure that she had all the pleasure she could enjoy. She was such a delight. I kissed her with such hunger. I thrust my tongue into her mouth with passion. She felt so wonderful as I kissed her. Just a treat for me to enjoy. I fluttered my tongue around in her mouth.

I loved it.

She kissed me back with passion. It was outstanding to enjoy. I loved every moment of her tongue dancing in my mouth. She kissed me back with such hunger. Her lips were such a wonderful delight to enjoy.

As I kissed my sister, Lavhi groaned and growled. She shuddered on the bed, her tits getting a through suckling from the naughty girls. They loved her nipples. They nibbled and suckled and made her squirm. It was such a wondrous delight to hear.

I spun my sister around, breaking our kiss. She gasped as I bent her over the table. I glanced at Pyrriah. She stood up, her hand on her tulwar. She winked at me. She was keeping watch. I had to reward her later for her sacrifice.

“Mmm, let’s lick the princess’s pussy,” mother said to my sphinx.

Nephi popped her mouth off the princess’s nipple. “That sounds perfect.”

“Oh, yes, lick my pussy,” groaned Lavhi. “Mmm, that blue hair ... Wherever did you come from?”

“At the tip of Althis is a small community of blue-haired humans,” my mother said. Althis was an island at the western end of the world. The Kingdom of Althos was there along with the Tribes of Ilt and the deadly Black Spire.

“Ah,” Princess Lavhi purred. “And you had two black-haired children and a redhead?”

“Only two of them are mine. The other is my sister-wife’s, though their father is the same.” Then my mother pressed her head between the rakshasa’s thighs. Nephi did the same, her mane of dark-red hair spilling into my mother’s. They both nuzzled into the princess’s shaved twat.

“Gods, yes,” growled the princess, her voice throaty and big tits jiggling.

I grinned and pressed my cock against my sister’s peachy rump. Lasla wiggled her hips, sliding her butt-cheeks around beneath my cock. I fell into the grove of her ass. I smiled as I shifted my hips, drawing my shaft down and down her crack until I was nuzzling at her pussy.

She groaned as I did that. A throaty purr rose in her voice as I pressed against her snatch. I grinned and pressed forward, drilling into her pussy. My sister’s incestuous twat opened wide for my cock. She gasped as she swallowed inch after inch of my dick.

“Brother!” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “Oh, brother, that is a delight.”

“Mmm, it is,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes, fuck your sister!” groaned the princess as she had her cunt devoured. Her three guards watched on, the front of their tunics tented with lust for their mistress.

I gripped my sister’s hips and pulled my cock back. I savored the grip of her hot cunt on my dick. It was such a delight. Her cunt clenched to me. Then I drove back into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her twat, her pussy massaging me.

I growled my delight. Her hips swiveled, stirring her cunt around my cock. Lasla knew how to please me. I pumped away at her cunt. I drove my dick to the hilt in her again and again. She moaned, her passion echoing through the common room, mixing with the princess’s groans.

“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Las’s cock, Lasla.”

“Mmm, your cock, brother!” she moaned, squeezing her twat around my thrusting dick. “That’s perfect. Just ram that big shaft into me.”

“And when are you going to ram it into me?” Princess Lavhi asked.

“Soon,” I growled, thrusting away hard at my sister’s cunt.

The incestuous pleasure rushed down my shaft from this wonderful moment. I groaned, the heat rushing through my body. I pumped away hard and fast, my balls drinking in all the friction. I would pump so much spunk into my sister.

I would just flood her with so much passion.

She would be dripping with cum. It would be leaking out of her. That would be great. I groaned, pumping away at her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her. I groaned, my cock aching beneath the delight of her cunt.

I plowed into my sister hard and fast. I loved every moment of burying into her. I savored her snatch while my mother and Nephi devoured the rakshasa’s pussy. They feasted on princess cunt with hunger.

“Gods, those tongues,” Princess Lavhi moaned. “Your mother and sphinx are such wondrous pussy lickers. Yes, yes, you’re going to drown in my cream. It’s an honor.”

Her big, brown tits heaved as she squirmed on the table. I could feel her rising to her own orgasm. So was Lasla. She moaned as I buried into her cunt again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her, reveling in that hot twat squeezing about my dick. It felt incredible. I shuddered, slamming hard and fast into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I loved that delicious feeling of her cunt squeezing about my dick.

I groaned, my cock melting from the delight of her snatch squeezing around me. I pumped into her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. My balls smacked into her clit, her butt-cheeks jiggling.

“Brother!” she moaned. “Your cock. Gods, your cock!”

“Mmm, make that sister purr!” groaned Lavhi. Her hands grabbed her big boobs. She squealed them.

“Yes, yes, make Lasla cum!” Pyrriah moaned, her own lusts simmering.

“I’m going to!” Lasla moaned. “I love cumming on your cock, brother. I love it so much. Yes, yes, keep ramming into me!”

I buried to the hilt in her. I fucked her hard and fast. She gasped and moaned. Then her cunt convulsed around me. Her orgasm burst through her. Hot juices squirted out around her cock and bathed my nuts. I loved the sensation.

Lavhi gasped nearby. Her fingers dug into her tits as she hit her own climax. She bucked on the table, drowning my mother and my sphinx in all that pussy juices. It was such a treat to hear. It had me grunting as I buried forward hard into my sister’s writhing cunt.

“Fire that spunk into me!” gasped Lasla. “Please, please, brother.”

“Flood her!” whimpered Pyrriah.

The princess moaned out her pleasure. She trembled on the table, her eyes squeezed shut. I buried into my sister’s pussy, savoring her juices soaking my cock while her hot flesh rippled around my cock. She sucked at me.

“Gods damn!” I growled.

Erupted.

I fired my spunk into her cunt. I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her. I bathed her. I savored every moment of spurting my spunk into her. I reveled in basting her cunt with all my jizz. It was a wonderful treat.

A magical moment.

I growled through my pleasure, the jizz spurting again and again from my cock into my sister’s twat. I basted her pussy while her hot flesh sucked at my dick. She worked out every drop of my spunk from my nuts.

“Oh, brother,” she moaned, her back rippling.

“Mmm, you flooded her,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Yes, I did,” I growled, and ripped my dick out of my sister’s cunt.

“My turn,” purred Princess Lavhi. “Time for me to get my reward.”

“Yes, it is,” I growled.

My mother and Nephi lifted faces dripping in pussy cream. They both smiled at me then turned and kissed each other. I moved up to the princess. She stared up at me with hunger in her eyes. She licked her chops.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her belly. She gasped, her boobs smacking into the table. Her three men growled. My mother and Nephi broke the kiss, a rumble of danger coming from my sphinx.

“Oh, I’m fine,” moaned the princess. “I’ve never had a man do that to me before.”

“You’ve never had a man before,” I growled. “You’ve just had slaves. They have brawn and strength, but they serve a woman. They don’t take command of you the way your body craves.”

“You think women want to be dominated.”

“Yes!” I growled and pressed my cock into her butt-crack.

“You’re fucking my asshole?” she growled.

“I am,” I said. “Lubed by my sister’s cock. And there’s not a damn thing you are going to do to stop me. You want me to fuck that ass. To pound you hard. You are going to cum on my dick and scream that naughty head off.”

A purring rumble rose from her throat. “You are a dangerous man, Kurtis.”

“I know,” I growled and pressed my dick right against her asshole.

I thrust.

Her anal ring held out for a few moments before she groaned. I could feel that she had never taken anything big back here. No cocks but probably toys or fingers. I grinned as I savored breaking in her ass.

Her anal ring stretched over the crown of my dick. It felt incredible to engulf my cock. It was magnificent to slide my dick into her bowels. She squeezed down on me. Held me tight. I loved it. She groaned and whimpered as I penetrated deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her passion echoing through the common room. “Kurtis, you are a man. No one has ever dared to do that to me.”

“Such a sad life you’ve lived,” I growled as I bottomed out in her bowels, her velvety sheath squeezing about my dick.

“It has had a few missing experiences,” she agreed. “Mmm, fuck me with that big dick.”

I grinned and did just that.

I pumped away at her velvety bowels. I thrust into her hot flesh again and again. I buried into her with hard strokes. I savored the way she held me. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled.