Chapter 48: Dreams of a Kingdom of Lust

<Antagony – Nemberon Plains
I crouched on my belly at the top of the hill, scanning the plains for any sign that the werewolves still hunted me. My stomach stewed with bitter failure. I had Kurtis at my mercy. And I let him live. That damned panthopus.

What was that thing doing here? It shouldn’t have been anywhere near here. It should have been in the haunted forest. Panthopus liked using the trees to move about. But that thing was here. It couldn’t have been a coincidence.

How had Kurtis tamed one?

Lust. Of course. He must have used his sisters to bind that creature to him, offering them up to the monster. He whored them out the way a Son of Las would do. It was so disgusting. I wanted to claw out his face.

He was more disgusting than I thought was possible.

I studied the plains for an hour. Nothing. The werewolves had abandoned their pursuit of me, returning to Kurtis. I had no more of the fairy dust to distract them. I had possessed everything to succeed, and I had failed.

I crawled backward until I was out of sight. Then I crept down the hill and kept moving. I had to find a safe place to camp. I searched for another hour and found a source of water. I hunkered down on it and ate some jerky, stewing.

When I heard the flap of wings and the glow of light. Ziryihm had arrived.

I closed my eyes, my cheeks burning with shame.

“I failed,” I said, the bitter gall of my words choking my throat.

She moved around the fire and sank on the other side, the flames dancing before her, making it look like her breasts floated over the campfire. She leaned forward, a smile on her face. She didn’t look disappointed.

That was somehow worse.

“It was a tough problem,” she said. “He’s very dangerous.”

“I failed,” I said. “I don’t need your condescension.”

“It’s not condescension,” Ziryihm said. “It’s a fact. You were outnumbered. But you managed to neutralize Azuliana. That’s the most dangerous threat. She won’t accept our help. We have to force her to accept it. You can do this.”

I stared at her with a flat expression.

“Next time, you’ll succeed,” she said. “I believe in you.”

“He had a panthopus.”

“I know.” Ziryihm shook her head. “That was shocking. His sister’s work. She tamed it with her pussy, I suspect. Lasla is proving to be almost as good at seduction as her brother. See, you didn’t know he had that panthopus. I didn’t even know. This was a failure of our intelligence. Now we know.”

I shrugged.

“Oh, Antagony,” said Ziryihm. She rose and moved around the fire. “You need to learn that you don’t always succeed on the first attempt. It’s not failure that’s the problem.” She stopped before me. Her clit sprouted from the shaved folds of her pussy. “It’s giving up.”

Her cock swelled bigger. Larger. I stared at it, my heart pounding. That lust that Kurtis nearly filled me with surged in me. My own bud throbbed as Ziryihm’s hermaphrodite-dick reached its full girth. It thrust at my face.

“Are you giving up, Antagony?” she demanded, her girl-cock throbbing before my face. “Is it too hard for you, so you’re going to surrender?”

“No!” I snarled. “I will save Azuliana! Matar’s fiery daughters will flourish once more!”

“Suck and let my passion invigorate you, Antagony!”

I opened my mouth and swallowed her hermaphrodite-dick. She groaned as my sealed my lips around her shaft and suckled. I nursed on her with such passion. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her girl-cock.

She groaned, her hermaphrodite-dick throbbing in my mouth. She whimpered, her girl-cock throbbing in my mouth. She threw back her head, her big boobs swaying over my head. Her wings flapped as I suckled with passion on her.

“Matar’s big dick, that’s good,” Ziryihm moaned. “Just like that.”

I loved making her moan. I savored her throbbing in my mouth. I suckled on her with such passion. I swirled my tongue around her clit-cock. She moaned. She slid her hand through my black hair as I bobbed my head.

I let my own clit-cock grow as the salty flavor of her precum soaked my tongue. It was a delight to enjoy her dick throbbing in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her spongy crown. She groaned, her girl-shaft twitching in my mouth. I loved how amazing she tasted in my mouth.

“That’s so good,” she groaned as I grabbed my own hermaphrodite-dick.

I suckled on her with such force. I bobbed my mouth, nursing on her with everything that I had. My tongue danced around her girl-dick. I swirled my tongue around her. She shuddered as I pumped my hand up and down my shaft.

I brushed the tip. I shuddered and moaned around her girl-cock each time I did. My pussy clenched from the pleasure that shot down my shaft. The heat rippled through me, swelling the pressure in my ovaries.

“Mmm, and you’re playing with yourself, too,” moaned Ziryihm. “Good.”

I winked at her.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just like that,” she groaned. “Just love my girl-dick. Just suckle on me with that naughty mouth. Ooh, you are making me feel so good. You’re going to make me cum. Yes, you are. I love that. Just keep sucking on me.”

I did. I loved that hermaphrodite-dick. I stroked my own, my pussy getting hotter and hotter. My hand flew up and down my shaft as I swirled my tongue around her girl-cock. She groaned, her big boobs jiggling over my head.

My cheeks hollowed as I suckled harder and harder. My hand stroked so fast up and down my girl-dick. The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. That need to erupt. After what Kurtis did to me, I had this burning itch.

I had to scratch it.

“Oh, yes,” groaned Ziryihm. “You’re going to get my hermaphrodite-jizz. Just keep sucking. Matar’s big dick, that’s good!”

I wanted her cum. I craved for her salty girl-seed. I pumped my hand faster and faster. I whimpered around her clit-dick. Her wings flapped. The glow around her swelled in intensity. Then she gasped out in rapture.

“Antagony!”

Her hermaphrodite-cum fired into my mouth.

My eyes closed at the salty flavor of her cum. It was just such a delight to have all that cum spurting into my mouth. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered, gulping down all that girl-spunk that flooded out of her mouth.

My hand stroked up my clit-cock as I gulped down her hermaphrodite-seed. I brushed my tip. I groaned around her spurting girl-dick as mine erupted. My pussy spasmed as my jizz spurted from the tip of my shaft.

The dual pleasure shot through me. Rapture and ecstasy washed over my mind. Juices spilled hot down my thighs as I spurted more and more of my hermaphrodite-cum into the campfire. It sizzled and pumped as I gulped down her spunk.

“Oh, that’s it, Antagony!” Ziryihm groaned. “That’s so good. Just gulp swallow it all down.”

I did. I gulped down every last spurt of jizz that fired from her dick. I groaned, my cunt clenching. The pleasure swept through my body. My pussy spilled juices down my thighs. I shuddered at how amazing that felt. I drank her final blast as my girl-cock erupted a final time.

I felt so much better. She was right. Next time, I would defeat Kurtis.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kurtis – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest
I wasn’t happy about having to return to Drakin Castle. I wanted to get to Shizhuth and meet with the Serpent Oracle. But when Beliala said her mother wanted to speak to us, it wasn’t something that I could say no to.

“Lord Kurtis is back!” Plumdrop called as she buzzed over us. “Ooh, ooh, are you here to fuck Mother. She is still glowing from being bred by you.”

“No, no,” I said. Plumdrop was my niece, I guessed. Technically, Queen Tinia was my half-sister. A daughter of Las, like me. “Just, uh, have some business. Throwia is coming.”

“What?” gasped Sweetdrop. Her pink wings fluttered. She looked around. “Here? I thought we were safe from her.”

“She just wants to talk to me,” I said as my entourage of women followed me in.

“I don’t blame her for being creeped out,” muttered Lasla. “I don’t want to see Throwia again.”

“No,” my dragon-mother said. “This is troubling that she called us back.”

“Throwia sounds awful,” Diane said as she trailed along in the midst of my sisters.

“We’ll protect you,” Pradu growled. The rakshasa-slave had her tiger head-on. So did Princess Nary, her collar half-hidden by her orange and black fur.

“That’s right,” Lupiz growled. She and her werewolves were prowling around us. How good would they be in the city?

I looked around the castle then glanced at my dragon-mother. At the manacles binding her wrists. Word was getting out because people that already knew about her were blabbing. Antagony had to have learned about Mother’s identity from Ziryihm.

That was infuriating. I thought the deva was someone trustworthy. Not someone that I thought would be an enemy.

Our island was a perfect paradise, but small. Exposed. It wouldn’t do for us to retire there.

We reached the half-ruined throne room. Queen Tinia fluttered down from the balcony to greet us. She had a worried look on her motherly face as she landed on the cracked paving stones. She opened he mouth when a chill washed through the room.

Everyone felt it. Beliala, Incubus, and Succubus all fell to their knees. In the middle of the throne room, a distortion ripped the air. Then Throwia stood there, cruel and haughty in her leather corset and thigh-high boots. Beside her was a dashing and tired fairy. A male with the translucent, dragonfly-like wings. He had scars on his body and looked weak.

Queen Tinia gasped in horror at what Throwia had done to him.

“Is this...?” I glanced at the queen.

“My eldest son,” whispered Queen Tinia. “Oberoy.”

“I have been ... holding onto him,” purred Throwia. “Keeping him safe and sound.”

I decided not to point out that he didn’t look like he had been kept safely. She released his arm. He stared at her like he couldn’t believe it. But then he stumbled to his mother. She threw her arms around him, tears spilling down her face.

She peppered his face with her kisses, her butterfly wings fluttering behind her. She rugged against him. I cleared my throat at the sight of the reunion. Mother and son together. Lasla and Pyrriah whipped at their eyes.

So did Diane.

“There’s no point in me keeping an eye on her son,” said Throwia. “I just wanted you to see that I can be reasonable.”

“I can see that,” I said, my heart pounding.

She smiled as she advanced on me. Her lips pulled back to flash her teeth. I felt like I faced a hungry predator that wanted to rip me apart. Diane pressed into my back. I felt her trembling as I held my ground.

“Now don’t be shy,” Throwia said, her voice dripping with delight. “Let me see you, moon maiden.”

“It’s okay,” Kurtis said. “She won’t hurt you, right?”

“No, no,” said Throwia. “After all that effort of having you procure her. Come, come, let me look at you.”

Diane stepped out before me, looking terrified. She stood there clad only in her silver hair, her small breasts rising and falling beneath the curtain of her tresses. Her nipples poked through the strands. Throwia moved around her then nodded.

“The fates really do have a cruel sense of humor,” Throwia purred.

“What?” Kurtis asked, glancing at Diane.

Diane gave a confused shake of her head. Then she moved behind me. My dragon-mother had a puzzled look on her face while Lasla and Pyrriah were trading glances.

“Now I came here to give you this.” She pulled out a platinum diadem adorned with pink diamonds.

It was gorgeous. “Okay,” I said slowly. “Why do we need it?”

“It’s the Diadem of Slata,” Mother said in awe.

“It is,” Throwia said. “This object was crafted by Krab himself to exemplify her regal beauty and fertility. Legend says that any woman who wears it will be blessed to be the Queen of her own destiny. It’s the perfect trinket to trade to the Empress of Shizhuth to curry her favor and see the Oracle.”

“Thank you for this regal gift,” I said, hating this. Hating needing her help. I could feel her binding more and more strings about me.

“Oh, and one last thing,” Throwia said, pulling out a blue conch with a green interior. It was curled up and the size of a small dog. “A final gesture of my goodwill. My sweet Vedr made this and insists that you use it only when absolutely necessary. If you should encounter any complications at sea, then blow this and you shall receive her aid.”

“Thank you,” I said again, aching for Throwia to leave. I wanted to be done with her. Every second she stood before me, I felt in danger.

Throwia glanced over at Beliala, Incubus, and Succubus. “I have decided that you can keep those three. Beliala, Solomas, and Lilica, if you assist with the Cradle’s retrieval, your punished for your failures here will be reduced to a slap on a wrist.”

I bet that still would be painful. I didn’t want to think what Throwia thought was light, but I imagined it was still pretty bad. My soul shuddered just contemplating how terrible one of Throwia’s punishments could be.

What if she got her hands on my family...?

I was playing such a dangerous game here. If she got her hands on Lasla or Pyrriah, on my mother or ... Or my step-mother, my half-sisters, and my daughters that I had left behind in Jyou. I swallowed. My family was in such danger.

There were threats everywhere. We needed something to protect us.

“Thank you so much for this gift,” Pyrriah said.

“Yes, thank you,” I said and bowed to her. My sisters did, too.

Throwia grinned, this wicked look that sent a chill through me. Then she vanished in the same wrinkle of space that she had arrived from. She was gone. All the fairies let out sighs of delight. Queen Tinia’s wings fluttered as she held her naked son to her big breasts.

“Oh, my Oberoy, you’re back where you belong,” she cooed. “Back with Mommy. I know what you need to relax. Oh, my poor boy has suffered so much. Mmm, just nurse from Mommy like you used to. Drink all of Mommy’s cream.”

My dick twitched. I thought she was going to have her son breastfeed from her bountiful tits. But instead, she pushed him down to his knees. Then he buried his face into his mother’s pussy and started suckling on her pregnant cunt.

Watching my fairy-queen half-sister getting eaten out by her son sent a powerful surge of lust through me. My heart pounded in my chest as my dick hardened beneath my robes. I opened those and let them drop. I looked around. Maybe Succubus—Lilica, as her name turned out to be. But, no...

“Beliala, suck my dick!” I growled to the demon.

Her wings fluttered. She spun around, her cheeks still pale from Throwia’s threats. She darted to me and moaned, “Yes, Lord Kurtis!”

“Mmm, that’s a good demon,” Lasla purred. “You please my brother with that slut-mouth of yours. You make him cum like the whore you are. Yes, yes. You’re just a slut for him. Please him!” Then she turned and snapped. “Solomas, get over here and eat my pussy!”

“Yes, Mistress!” the incubus gasped and rushed over to her.

I slid my hands through Beliala’s hair, loving the feel of her texture. I brushed the small horns poking through the strands. She worked her mouth up and down my cock as I watched Oberoy feasting on his mother’s snatch.

“Mother, could you eat me out,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Just order her to,” Lasla moaned. “She’s our sex slave. Mmm, she loves being ordered.”

“I do,” purred my dragon-mother. “And I would love to eat you out, Mistress Pyrriah. My daughter has the best tasting cunt in the world.”

She knelt before Pyrriah and buried her face into my twin’s red bush. Lasla grinned in satisfaction, gripping the incubus’s head as he devoured her pussy. I drank in all the lust that echoed around us. It was such a rush. A wild and naughty moment.

Beliala worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled with such force. My balls twitched at the pressure of her mouth. It was an invigorating moment. The demon’s hot mouth worked up and down my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Queen Tinia. Her wings fluttered as her son suckled at her pussy. She humped her hips, grinding her cunt against his mouth. His tongue thrust into her twat. He licked and lapped at her pussy. “Oh, my darling son is back! Yes, yes, love Mommy’s pussy!”

“Love it so much, Mommy!” he groaned.

She gasped, her back arching and big boobs bouncing.

I could feel how much they loved this. Their lusts burned hot. My nephew ate his mother’s bred pussy. He devoured her pregnant pussy with hunger. I loved that so much, my dick throbbing in the demon’s mouth.

She hungered for my cum, desiring to obey me. She might like dealing pain, but receiving it wasn’t something she wanted. I could feel the desperation to help me. My dick throbbed in her mouth, my nuts tightening from the pressure.

“Oh, yes, Mother,” groaned Pyrriah. Her hands held the back of our dragon-mother’s head. It was so hot watching my sister’s round breasts tremble as Mother feasted on her cunt.

Lasla moaned, too, the incubus devouring her pussy. The air was filled with gasps. The fairies were pairing up. Plumdrop and Sweetdrop were eating the other’s cunts, the sisters lost to their incest. Oakheart fucked one of his fairy-sisters in the ass. Others were gasping, groaning.

They were all so happy that Oberoy had been returned. Prince Oberoy, I guessed.

The queen’s delight swelled with her orgasm. She rose towards that burst of pleasure. She tossed her head from side to side, her wings fluttering. She rose towards her orgasm. She climbed towards it, her face contorting with delight.

My cock throbbed in Beliala’s hot mouth. The demon brought me closer and closer to my eruption. My cum would fire into her mouth. I would flood her with all the spunk. Just hose her down with all the jizz that I had in my balls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, gods, that’s it. I’m going to give you what you want, demon.”

“Flood that cunt’s mouth,” moaned Lasla. “Ooh, you get that tongue in me, Solomas. Yes, yes, feast on my snatch!”

My sister tossed her head from side to side. So did Pyrriah. Both of them were rising towards their climaxes. The queen threw back her head, about to burst. Her son suckled on her clit. She whimpered then squealed.

Her incestuous orgasm burst in her.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” she squealed as she gushed her pussy cream. It spilled out of her spasming pussy. “Oberoy! My sweet Oberoy has returned to me!”

Her son was so ready to drink it. His cock thrust out hard before him as he gulped down her passion. He swallowed every drop of his mother’s passion that he could. His hands gripped her ass. He licked her twat with hunger.

The pressure of my balls swelled towards that bursting point. I groaned as I hurtled towards that eruption. I couldn’t stop myself from spurting all my jizz into her mouth. She nursed hard on me. My cock throbbed.

I cursed and erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. I spurted blast after blast of jizz, the pleasure shooting through me. Stars burst across my vision. I trembled with this moment. It was incredible to have all that cum spurting into her mouth.

“Las’s big dick!” I moaned as Beliala swallowed my jizz.

The demon drank down all that spunk. It was just so hot. My balls emptied them into her mouth as I savored that delight. It was so wild. I groaned at the feel of all that spunk surging out of me. It was such a hot rush. My face contorted with delight.

Lasla squealed out her orgasm. Pyrriah joined her a moment later as I pumped all that cum down Beliala’s throat. She swallowed it all, her wings fluttering. I trembled as I hit that peak. I had emptied my nuts into her.

“Gods damn,” I groaned.

“You have to be bake in your mommy, my darling Oberoy!” Queen Tinia groaned.

“I do, Mommy!” Oberoy groaned.

She flicked her hand. Glittering dust burst from her then a pink and fluffy mattress appeared. She fell back on it and spread her legs wide. She had a hairless pussy just waiting for her son to ram into her pussy. She craved him.

He clawed over her, his dragonfly wings flicking. He lowered himself to her and kissed her with lips covered in her pussy cream. They melted together, his cock pressing into her pussy. I felt her anticipation swell in her. In them both.