Chapter 6: Power of Angelic Passion

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Leywife Monica – Kelit Mountains

I shrieked at Sir Bryce’s blade swinging for my neck. I ripped my hand from rubbing at myself from my white dress. I stumbled and almost fell on my backside before I realized he had stopped the blade before it hit me. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins.

“Sir Bryce!” I squeaked.

“You need to be able to protect yourself when it matters,” he growled, his face hard as stone. His muscles flexed as he drew back his blade into a guard position. “Not just when you’re calm, but when you’re afraid. When the fear grips your heart and twists your bowels into a sailor’s hitch.”

“O-okay,” I managed to say, my entire body shuddering.

“Good, find that part of you that protects you,” he said and drew back his blade. “Delve into yourself for what you need.”

I nodded and rubbed my hands down my stomach. I had to take this seriously. I pulled off my dress and now stood naked before him. I slid my fingers across my pudenda. My fingers ran across my shaved pubic mound. I could feel a hint of stubble. I’d have to shave myself. Then my digits were sliding over my pussy lips. I caressed myself, teasing across my flesh.

My sexuality was the key to my power. It was rooted in the core of my femininity. I needed to awaken it to protect me. To condition myself to bring it to the surface. I rubbed at my pussy. My lips felt so dry from the fear. I swallowed as Sir Bryce stood before me, ready to strike.

My knight. He was masculine perfection. Strong and powerful, old enough to be my father. I shuddered. Heat blossomed in my pussy. A desire for his patriarchal protection rippled through me, a lust for this mature man. I ached for him, yearning to unite with him.

His sword swung at me. I flinched back as his blade whistled down at me. I felt the air rush. It came so close. His muscles flexed and he swished into another attack. He slashed and hacked before me. The tip sliced before my face. I felt the wind from its passage.

I masturbated as the sword thrust past my head. My entire body quivered. The fear melted down to the heat in my pussy. This strange exhilaration rippled through me. I focused on being protected. On using my femininity to inspire masculine defense.

Something sparked inside of me.

I thrust two fingers into my pussy’s depths. My juices were flowing now. A wet warmth engulfed my digits. I whimpered. This trembling heat rippled through my body. My heart pounded in my chest as this wild sensation swept through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side. My thumb rubbed on my clit.

Sir Bryce swung. Slashed. Hacked.

The more I masturbated, the more I felt that feminine power. That need to defend not myself, but my baby. The way Sir Bryce protected me. That fierce strength. I ached for it. I groaned as he slammed his sword at me.

The risk. The danger.

I curled my finger and rubbed across my G-spot. I moaned as pleasure burst through me. I felt my power. I seized it as his sword slashed down at me. The femininity burst from me. A shield of pink flashed before me.

His sword struck it.

A burst of rainbow sparks exploded from the impact. His sword rebounded. His stance shifted. He nodded as the shield faded. His sword drawing back. Then he aimed it at me and thrust at me with full force, a powerful plunge that would ram through my belly.

“Yes!” I hissed and threw out that power again. I had found it.

The shield burst to life again, stopping his powerful thrust. My pussy clenched around my fingers. Sparks exploded. My entire body quivered. My digits massaged my G-spot. Energy rippled over the shield, washing around it. It resounded around us.

“I did it!” I moaned, rubbing at that G-spot. I stared at him with such lust. I bit my lower lip as he lowered his sword. “I found the power, Sir Bryce. Pater’s cock, yes!”

I exploded in rapture. My cunt convulsed and spasmed. My twat writhed around my fingers. Juices gushed out hot and drenched my hand. My head threw back. My twin braids danced down my back. My round breasts heaved.

Through the sparks dancing across my vision, I stared at his powerful body. His muscular flesh, the gold marriage locket dancing around his neck. He was such a sexy man. Matured to perfection. At the height of his strength. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as my eyes fell upon his cock.

Thick. Throbbing. Begging to be sucked.

The exhilaration caused by fear mixing with lust overcame me. I ripped my fingers from my cumming pussy and threw myself at him. The sweet musk filled my nose. I fell to my knees on the dirt of our campsite. I grabbed his cock with my cream-drenched hand. My mouth opened.

I swallowed him.

“Gods damn,” he groaned as I sucked. “Monica!”

I loved his brown eyes staring down at me. His powerful chest rose and fell. His cock throbbed and twitched in my hand. My tongue danced around his spongy crown. The flavor of salty precum stained my tongue. I swirled around him. My lips sealed tight.

I sucked and nursed and loved him.

I bobbed my head. My head twisted from side to side. Drool ran down my chin. I rubbed the crown against the top of my mouth. The sides of my inner cheeks. I fisted him as I sucked. I loved him. Pleasure crossed his face.

“Monica,” he said again. Then his strong hand grabbed the top of my head. He held me tight with those rough and powerful fingers.

I loved it. My pregnant pussy clenched, aching for his cock to slide into my pussy. It would be an amazing treat. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. My lips sealed about his cock. Saliva dripped down my chin. I gave him such a sloppy blowjob.

I sucked and swallowed the precum flowing from his cock. With all my heart. I pleased this hunky man. My knight who saved me. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to support him. To help him find the bastard who destroyed the temple.

The Lawbreaker.

“Gods, Monica,” he growled. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

I moaned and nodded, sucking and nursing harder. My tongue ran across the front of his dick. I stroked him. The pleasure surged through me. My cunt clenched. The heat ran from my twat and flooded through me. My hips wiggled from side to side.

More and more of his precum swelled. I pumped my hand up and down my cock. His shaft pulsed in my hand. He threw back his head and snarled that masculine prowess. His dick erupted. Jizz boiled out of his cock and splashed into my mouth.

“Gods, yes!” he growled. “Gewin’s mighty cock!”

I swallowed his cum. I gulped down every last drop of his jizz. This wonderful pleasure swept through me. A tingle almost like an orgasmic rush. My pussy clenched. His cum warmed my belly. My body wiggled from side to side.

His cock splashed the inside of my mouth with hard blasts of cum. I gulped them down. I swallowed every last drop of his jizz. I sucked with all my might. I drew out all the dollops of his seed, loving every taste of him.

I popped my mouth off my cock and smiled at him. “Did you know how sexy you are, Sir Bryce.”

“I’ve had that effect on women before,” he said. His smile grew. “Look at you, pregnant with Pater’s child, and you want my cock. You’re had a God’s dick and you lust for me.”

“You are such a man,” I moaned. “Like Pater.”

His face darkened. “I’m no God.”

“No, you’re here. You saved me.” I stood up hooked my left arm around his neck. I pressed my naked body against his. My pregnant cunt clenched as I rubbed my stomach against his cock. “You’re the man who came to my rescue. That’s something special, don’t you think?”

He smiled.

“Yeah, you do.” I giggled. “Mmm, you’re such a powerful man. Let me thank you. Let me love you, Sir Bryce. Let me be your support. My way of thanking you for saving me.”

My nipples throbbed against him. He was still hard. She knew he was once a Knight Deute. Which meant he had quested with a priestess of Slata. They enjoyed blessing their knights’ cocks, imbuing them for life with the sexual prowess to please a woman.

Pater’s wife was a lusty Goddess, and her priestesses followed suit.

I kissed at his chin. “Just stretch out on our back and let me love you with my pussy.” I smiled at him. “It’s pregnant. The blessing in it will only make you stronger. Make it easier to kill that bastard we’re hunting. We’ll destroy him.”

“Yes!” he growled. “We shall avenge the monster who ruined our lives.”

Before I could ask what the Lawbreaker had done to Sir Bryce, he kissed me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. I shuddered against him. I held him tight as he pulled me tight to him. Then he sank to the ground by the fire, pulling me atop him.

My pussy rubbed on his hard cock. My shaved flesh ground on him. The lust swelled through me. My femininity ached to unite with his masculinity. It was the way of the universe. We were made to fit together and share such bliss.

And I wanted to share that bliss with him.

My nipples rubbed into his chest. They throbbed and ached as I slid up him. This pleasure rippled through my body. I kissed him with hunger. My tongue danced around with his. His hands pulled me up his cock until the tip nuzzled into my pussy lips.

I rubbed the crown of his cock against my hot cunt. He rested at the entrance of my twat.

I pressed myself down his dick. I groaned as I pushed my snatch down his cock. The pleasure rippled through my body. My cunt gripped him. The pleasure swept through my body. More and more of my snatch took his cock into my pregnant depths.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes! Oh, Gods, you fit in me perfectly.”

He smiled up at me. His locket pressed against my chest. I could almost feel the love the God Luben had imbued in it. My hips wiggled from side to side. I stirred my hips around his shaft, grinding my clit into his pubic mound. Pleasure surged through me.

“Pater’s cock, I love it when you’re in me,” I moaned. His hands squeezed my ass.

“Slata’s whorish cunt,” he groaned.

I smiled. “You like it when I do this?” I asked, rotating my hips. That wonderful cock felt amazing inside of me. He felt so powerful. Pleasure rippled through my body. “Huh?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Damn, that’s good. You’re going to drain my cock dry, aren’t you?”

I winked at him.

“Yeah, you are,” he panted. “Just working that pussy around my dick. You’re going to have me spurting into your cunt. Just basting you with my jizz.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, squeezing and relaxing around him. “You’re going to unleash so much spunk in me. Just flooding me with all that jizz.”

I stared into his brown eyes as I worked my pussy up and down his cock. I rocked on him, rubbing my nipples into his chest. That felt incredible. He growled and snarled as I squeezed my cunt around him. I worked my pussy up and down his girth. I loved every bit of him. I reveled in the thick shaft filling me.

“Ooh, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Gods, your cock is going to make me explode. You want that?”

“I want to feel you spasming,” he growled, his hands squeezing on my ass. He pulled me up his cock. My snatch clenched around his dick. The pleasure spilled through my body, tingles rippling through me. “Let me feel that cunt writhing about me. Show me how hot I make you. How much you love my dick.”

“Yes, Sir Bryce!” I moaned, my cunt clenching around him.

Then I gasped as he rolled us over. I was beneath him. His locket dangled down to my breasts. He stared down at me with hunger in his eyes. He rammed hard into my pussy. He slammed to the depths in me. Over and over again.

He buried hard. Fast. He plundered me. This heat swept through my body. I groaned, my pussy clenching around his cock. He slammed deep into me. Hard. He buried to hilt in me again and again. His balls smacked with meaty thuds into my taint, brimming with his seed.

The pleasure swept through me. The heat roiled through my body. I whimpered and moaned as he took me hard. My legs hugged his torso. His chest pressed into my round breasts. I loved his weight on me as his wiry pubic hair pressed into my shaved pussy lips over and over.

My cunt clenched on him.

The heat swelled in me.

That wonderful cock sheathed in my cunt again and again. My nipples throbbed and ached. I stared into his eyes. He snarled on me, wild, full of his passion. The delight rippled through me. I loved it. I savored every moment of it.

“Pater’s cock!” I moaned. “Sir Bryce! Oh, yes, yes! Just ram into me. Fuck me hard. Bury to the hilt in me!”

He responded to my passion. He gave me what I needed.

“Slata’s cunt, yes!” I moaned, my cunt squeezing around his cock.

The pleasure of his big dick stimulated me. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to that climatic rapture. My pussy clenched about his cock. My clit throbbed as he plundered into me, teased by his wiry pubic hair. The friction blazed in my pregnant snatch. His heavy balls smacked into me.

Full of that cum.

My body craved it. Ached for it. I wanted to feel that jizz spurting into my body. He plunged deep into me. My cunt squeezed around his dick. I gasped at the stimulation. The hot, silky delight sent bliss surging through my body.

I exploded in rapture.

My cunt spasmed and writhed. I bucked and trembled beneath him. This pleasure rippled through me. My hot cunt dribbled down to my taint. My pussy worshiped his cock thrusting into me. I loved it. Euphoria rushed through my body.

I gasped and moaned, the ecstasy flooding out of my cunt over and over. It was incredible to feel. My nipples rubbed into his chest. The Lubenite amulet rubbed into my tits. I bucked beneath him, aching for him.

“Cum in me!” moaned out loud. “Oh, yes, yes! Unite with me. Fully! Sir Bryce!”

“Monica!” he snarled and erupted in me.

Hot jizz spurted in my snatch. The pleasure slammed into my pussy and then rippled throughout my quivering body. I bucked and shuddered beneath him. I clung to him. I whimpered and moaned. My cunt spasmed faster. Harder. The bliss washed through my body.

“That’s so good! Slata’s cunt!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s what I need. You’re amazing. Yes! You’re spurting hot spunk into me.”

He growled atop me. Then he kissed me. My heart surged with passion. My protector thrust his tongue into my mouth. His rough stubble rubbed against my lips and cheeks. I trembled against him. My body clung to him. My pussy milked him.

It was a delight. I loved every moment of him spurting in me. I quivered, hitting the peak of bliss.

The peak of ecstasy. I whimpered and groaned into his lips. My pussy drained his balls. I worked out every drop of his spunk. I loved the feel of him in me. I held him tight. We were going to stop this monster’s dastardly plan.

We would find this thief in Raratha and gain her support.

He broke the kiss, staring into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Monica.”

Joy rippled through me. “Thank you, Sir Bryce.”

I trembled as I cupped his face and kissed him. I loved the feel of him atop me. This was like a story. A legend. My knight had come to rescue me. He had swooped in and saved me. Now we were on a daring quest.

I quivered in delight beneath him.

Sir Bryce Cartith

I rolled off of Monica, the pleasure rippling through my body. There were aspects to bringing her with me I hadn’t considered. She felt so sweet against me. The way she looked up at me stirred memories I kept long buried in me.

She snuggled up against me. She rested her head on my chest, her breasts soft against my side. Her hand slid across my chest to the locket. She touched it, stroking the checkerboard pattern of white and black made with opal and jade.

“A symbol of Luben on a paladin of Lagu,” she said, her finger touching it.

“A marriage amulet,” I answered her, old pain rising in my chest. Flashes of my wife darted through my mind. How she looked that day she swore her vows of fidelity to me before the priest and priestess of Luben. The veil of white trimmed in black lace covering her face.

“You’re married?” Monica asked.

“She’s dead.” I swallowed against the pain.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I hated thinking of my wife. The pain always ripped my heart apart. And what filled it was black vengeance. I would strangle the life from that bastard. I had done everything for the chance to kill the Lawbreaker.

“You didn’t murder her,” I said, my voice thick.

“Is it him?” she asked. “The man who sent the goblins to attack my temple.”

“Yes.”

She kissed me and it was so sweet. I found myself wanting to take her again. To forget my pain in the sweetness of her flesh. That was a trap. I needed the agony to keep my rage honed to a razor’s edge. I would have my revenge.

Nothing would stop me.

Stefan Halian – The Magery of Thosi

The last energy I’d gained from eating out Ahlona brimmed in me. I had devoured her pussy when we woke up, and it sustained my magic as we left behind Esh-Esh. We traveled to stop this monster from killing my father. A God.

It still seemed hard to believe.

I was the son of a God.

Why didn’t my mother ever tell me? I felt the seashell-shaped, rainbow amulet around my neck, the memento from my mother. Maybe if she hadn’t been killed while I was still a boy, she would have. Maybe she had her reasons.

And her killer was back.

This anger built in me as we left behind the bustling city of Esh-Esh, following the road south along Lake Esh. We would head around the east bank and then cut south-east for the border of Secare. We had to go around the Deorc Forest, the home of the elves. They didn’t like humans trespassing in their lands. Then we would have to travel west through Secare to the Temple of Lily’s Blossom. It was a long journey, and my blood boiled now.

The man who murdered my mother and wanted to kill my divine father had a large head start on us. It would take us two or three weeks to reach the temple if I didn’t do something about it. Even though I was an apprentice mage, clad in the blue robes, I had the skill to do this spell.

I drew on the pussy juices from Ahlona and wove the element of life. I burned her passion to fuel it. Sex brimmed with energy, and her cream held hers. I shuddered at the strength of it. She brimmed with life, more than a human woman’s passion.

My horse neighed as I filled him with life magic. I sank the force into Magistrate’s muscles. I animated his sinew. I filled his heart with stamina. He neighed and shuddered beneath me. His black mane tossed, contrasting with his ivory coat.

“What did you do to him?” Asked Ahlona. The mostly naked angel sat behind me. She had her arms wrapped tight about me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Strengthened him so we could gallop for hours on end,” I said and heeled him. He broke from his stamina-preserving canter into a full-on run.

Magistrate’s legs stretched out before him. He flashed down the road. His mane rustled as he whinnied with excitement. I smiled, moving with him. Ahlona tightened her arms around my chest. And then she laughed in my ear.

“It’s like flying, Stefan!” she said with delight. “But I’m holding you tight.”

I grinned at her as the farms that fed Esh-Esh rippled past us. Hedgerows bristled with spring leaves. Hooves drummed on the hard-packed earth. Magistrate’s legs stretched out before him as we hurtled down the road.

I loved it. We were blazing past the landscape. A horse couldn’t keep a full gallop up for long, but Magistrate could now. We would devour the miles. We would reach the temple in a week if Magistrate could handle the pace.

If we could.

I’d never galloped for so long I had no idea how my body would handle it. But I was a demigod, wasn’t I? Maybe not one as powerful or as immortal as the angel behind me, but I still had the blood of a God pumping through my veins.

“This spell is amazing,” Ahlona said. “How long will it last.”

“With the strength of your pussy juices, most of the day,” I said. “I’ll have to drink more. But the real problem is how long can he take it. This spell is hard on someone. It’s suppressing things. Artificially sustaining things. It will gain us time, but there are limits to it, so we’ll have to let him rest between uses of the spell.”

“Still,” she said, “we have lots of ground to cover. We can’t let his monster escape us.”

“No!” I snarled, the anger swelling in me again.

Fantasies of finding my mother’s murderer flashed through my mind The confrontation. The righteous rage I would throw in his face. The justice I would take in destroying his ambition and then the satisfaction I’d find in slaying him. I yearned for it. He would pay.