Chapter 2: The Pleasure of Pussy

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Stefan Halian – Seveina, The Kingdom of Valya

As we rode through the small village of Seveina, I found my hands pulling out my mother’s amulet from beneath my blue robe. It was shaped like a seashell made of gold. It was all I had left of her. Delivered to me along with the news she’d been murdered. I’d been much younger then, just starting my studies at the Collegiate Tower.

I kissed it. I would avenge her.

I left Verdik outside of the village with instructions to circle it and wait for us on the other side. I didn’t want to spook the village with his presence. The goblin shade unnerved me at times. Always ranting about getting revenge on the man who’d sent him to raid the temple and then killed him.

The undead goblin spirit burned with vengeance.

Ahlona held me tight, her head moving around at the buildings. They all had white walls divided by wooden frames into squares and rectangles. Wattle and daub construction. The Valyan peasants moved about, the men often wearing only pants held up by belts or even hemp rope. The women wore thin dresses that hung off their bodies, leaving arms bare and showed off plenty of inviting, bluish cleavage.

Valyan humans had skin as pale as a Secaran, like myself, but theirs had a tinge of azure to it, giving them an exotic quality. I was certain they saw my beige skin the same way. I had no idea what they must have thought of my angel. White wings proved her to be nonhuman, and how many gorgeous women had a slight glow about her head?

Only angels. The divine daughters of Pater and Slata.

I reached the inn and dismounted. A stable boy took my horse and I headed inside with saddlebags. Soon, Ahlona and I had our room at the nameless inn, our belongings stored upstairs, and we headed to the common room to eat and relax.

People glanced at us as we did. It was a farming inn, the local farmers and their wives at tables. A few barmaids with bodices plunging so low, they were all but spilling out their inviting breasts. I felt self-conscious for a moment at the stares. Then the murmurs happen.

A busty woman rose from a table. She was motherly, mature. She sauntered to me, her large tits almost spilling out of her light dress. Nipples poked hard. Black hair tumbled about her face while her red eyes flicked me up and down.

“New seed,” she purred and fell to her knees right before me. Everyone watched. I was shocked by her boldness. “Firmare’s bounty, let’s see what you have.”

“Are you a priestess of Firmare?” I asked. She was the Goddess of Cultivation.

“As much as any is in Seveina.” She opened my robe and shoved down my breechcloth.

Everyone was watching me. Women with their husbands or lovers especially. They squirmed as this mature and motherly beauty, her face round, grasped my cock. She stroked up and down me, sending pleasure shooting to the tip of my cock.

She engulfed the tip of my dick and sucked.

Her tongue darted around my crown. The pleasure surged down my shaft. I groaned at the feel of her tongue caressing around my cock. I panted, the rapture incredible. She sucked hard. She bobbed her head, her black hair dancing around her face.

“Mmm, she’s blessing you,” said Ahlona. My angel hugged me from behind, her breasts pressing into my back. Her wings rustled. “Give her your seed, my love.”

“Ahlona,” I groaned. More and more, I was falling in love with my angelic half-sister. My gift from Slata, divine wife of our father, Pater.

The angel kissed at my neck while the woman worked her mouth up and down my cock. She sucked with hunger. Her right hand cupped my balls. She played with them, kneading them to work out the seed in them. Her tongue danced around the crown.

What a friendly village. My cock throbbed in her hungry mouth. Her red eyes stared up at me. The pleasure flowed through me. Ahlona’s lips kissed up to my jawline. Her tongue licked at my skin. I turned my head and kissed her.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She swirled it around. I groaned, dueling with hers while my cock throbbed and ached in the motherly woman’s mouth. Her head twisted, the pressure building and building faster.

All those eyes watching me.

Women squeezed tits. Rubbed thighs together. Whimpered. Tongues licked plump mouths.

“Gods,” I groaned, breaking the kiss with my angel. “Gods, that’s good.”

“None’s better at blowing a dick than my wife,” the man at the table said, watching with hunger. “Mother Ruza can tell if a man’s seed is bad by the smallest taste.”

“Of course, what man can only give her a single squirt,” a woman asked, her eyes smiling. She was young and bountiful, sitting beside an equally young man who held her hand. “Let your seed be fertile.”

“Yes!” another woman said.

“Mmm, give her your seed,” she groaned, her hands stroking my bare chest. “Stefan, cum in her mouth.”

She got off on me giving my seed to others. She found it hot that women found me attractive. The pleasure built and built in me, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of climactic rapture. My balls tightened in Mother Ruza’s hot mouth. Her fingers’ massage brought me closer and closer to that moment of explosion.

She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock. Her tongue danced. Her digits kneaded my nuts just right. The cum in them hit that boiling peak. Before the watching village, I erupted into their lay priestess’s mouth.

“Slata’s sucking mouth and Biaute’s perfect tits!” I howled as my dick erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz spurted out of my cock and splashed around inside of her. I could feel her tongue swirling my seed around her. She fisted my shaft while the pleasure of her touch on my balls worked out my cum.

The pleasure slammed into my mind with each eruption. Ahlona held me tight, her breasts rubbing into my back through my blue robes. Mother Ruza guzzled down my cock. She swallowed it with hunger. I hit the peak, toes curling in my boots.

She slid her mouth off my dick and rose, my cum dribbling down the corners of her lips. “He has amazing seed. That is no ordinary seed brimming in the traveler’s balls. Daughter, come forward.”

The young woman I’d noticed with the ample attributes, rose. The resemblance to Mother Ruza grew obvious. She hurried over, leading her husband by the hand. Her bluish face brimmed with youthful excitement.

“This is the cock to fertilize you,” Mother Ruza declared. “Please, traveler, fuck my daughter and fertilize the seed planted inside of her pussy.”

“You want me to breed your daughter?” I asked, glancing at her husband.

“No, no, fertilize the seed.” Mother Ruza shuddered. “The Mandrake seed planted in her womb. She must have it fertilized so she can plant it.”

Leywife Monica

I fell to my knees before Bryce the moment Illina and Barg retired to their room. Illina was leashed now. She wouldn’t be able to get away from us. I didn’t like it, but I could see why the city-watch of Raratha would insist on it.

She was a thief. A successful one.

I trembled from the orgasm Illina gave me. I fell to my knees before my paladin. My knight-protector. I grabbed his cock as I stared up at him. His muscular chest, adorned with scars, made my pussy wet. The pendant dedicated to Luben and his dead wife shifted as he breathed heavily.

I engulfed his tip. Illina’s salty pussy juice adorned his cock. I sucked hard on him, reveling in the flavor of another woman’s twat on the dick I loved. My tongue danced around his girth. I savored the taste of Illina.

Delicious pussy juices on hard cock.

“Monica,” panted my paladin. “You don’t have to do that.”

I popped my mouth off and asked, “Enjoy your cock?”

“Clean off the thief’s cunt,” he said.

“Mmm, but I’m your woman,” I said. I stared up at him, begging with my eyes. “Let me love you. Love me suck her clean.”

He smiled at me. He stroked his hand across my head. My twin braids swayed down my back as I shuddered in delight. He pulled me to his cock. His hands held me. I groaned and opened my mouth. I swallowed his dick.

My paladin’s cock slid into my mouth. I groaned and sucked hard on him. My cheeks hollowed. I wiggled my hips from side to side, juices spilling down my thighs as I grew hotter and hotter. I loved playing with his cock.

I took more and more of him, eager to suck off all those juices. I shuddered at the taste of her. His cock pressed into the back of my throat. I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I swallowed his dick. His shaft slid down my gullet so I could savor more and more of Illina’s cream.

And more of his cock in me.

“Gods damn,” he groaned. “Slata’s sucking mouth and Biaute’s whorish pleasures!”

His face twisted with rapture as I loved him. I stared at the pendant swinging down his chest. I bobbed my head, sucking hard. I twisted my head and wiggled it from side to side, working the last inch down my gullet.

I nuzzled into his pubic hair.

I gripped his strong thighs. I loved my paladin. I polished off the last of the cunt cream from his cock, that last salty delight, and then slid up his shaft. He groaned the entire time. It was an incredible delight to experience.

I pleased my man. My pussy clenched. My lips slid up to his crown. My tongue darted around his spongy tip. His precum spilled over my appendage, a wonderful preview for the hot delights to come. For the powerful blasts of his jizz shooting into my mouth.

I would gulp down every last drop.

“Monica!” he growled.

I bobbed with hunger. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. His cock needed to erupt in me. Spurt after spurt of his salty passion firing into me. I groaned, loving him with powerful sucks. My tongue caressed his shaft.

“Gods damn, I’m going to flood your mouth!”

I wanted that.

I sucked as hard as I could. My cheeks hollowed as I loved his dick. I worshiped him. My tongue swirled around him. My head twisted, my braids swaying down my back. He groaned. His hand grabbed the back of my head.

“Gods, Monica!” he snarled. “Yes!”

Salty jizz flooded my mouth.

How could I not rejoice at this delight? My paladin pumped his passion into my mouth. My pussy clenched. A feverish ache rose through me as I gulped down spurt after spurt of his seed. I nursed on him with hunger, wanting every last drop of his seed.

“Gods, yes!” He stroked my hair. “Monica!”

I smiled around his cock. I felt so loved. I gave him so much pleasure. I loved doing that. I was glad to please him. He was a heroic knight who deserved everything I gave him. I swallowed the last of his cum spurting out of his cock.

It flowed down my throat and warmed my belly.

I slid my lips off his cock. They popped off with a loud plop. I panted, drool running down my chin. Then I rose and placed my hand on his chest. Right over the pounding of his heart. He breathed heavily, coming down from the pleasure I gave him.

“I’m glad we had one threesome,” I purred. My hand slid over to his necklace. I stroked the black-and-white checkered pattern. “But I’m more than fine with monogamy. With you, Bryce.”

“And if Pater shows up?” he growled, his hands grabbing my shoulders.

“He’s a God,” I moaned. “He doesn’t count, does he?”

Bryce pressed me onto the bed. I gasped as he was on me in moments. His pendant dangled down between my breasts, rubbing into their inner slopes. His cock nudged at my shaved pussy. Then he slammed into me. He filled my hungry depths.

“Bryce!” I gasped in delight, loving that he had such stamina to fuck me now. “Oh, yes, yes!”

My thighs wrapped around him. Getting eaten out by Illina had been fun, but it wasn’t the same as taking this magnificent cock in my pussy. His dark eyes burned with passion. He slammed into me hard. The bed creaked as he fucked me.

My paladin took me with hard strokes. He pounded my cunt. The ferocity of his passion swept over me. I gasped and moaned, squirming beneath him. He lowered himself down, his chest crushing into my breasts. My nipples throbbed as I savored all the weight of him atop me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s it, Bryce, my love! Pound me! I’m your woman! Your wife, if you would have me!”

“You’re mine!” he growled, driving his dick in and out of my bred pussy.

“Yours!” I gasped, the pendant pressed between my tits.

He was the perfect man to raise my child I was having. Pater’s demigod would have such a worthy man to raise him.

I clenched around him, reveling in his cock plowing hard and fast into me. He reamed me. He fucked me with such passion. His strokes buried his cock into my pussy.

He stirred me up, already driving me towards my climax. I reveled in his cock burying into me again and again. That thick dick penetrated me. He filled me to the hilt, and I loved every moment of his dick ramming into me.

“Oh, yes, pound me!” I moaned, my fingers clawed his back. My pussy clenched around his cock. “Don’t hold back! I’m your woman, Bryce! I love you!”

“I know!” he groaned, staring down at me.

I kissed him. I moaned against his masculine lips while his cock buried hard and fast into me. The bed creaked and groaned. It shuddered beneath me. He rammed to the hilt in me again and again. It was incredible to enjoy.

My cunt squeezed about that big dick of his. That amazing cock filled me to the hilt. I reveled in him burying over and over into my cunt as we kissed. I squealed into his lips as my orgasm built so fast.

Fed by his hard plunges stimulating my hot flesh, and his pubic bone grinding on my clit.

I writhed and shuddered beneath him.

I held him.

Loved him.

He growled as my orgasm surged over me. As he buried his cock into me, I came. I exploded in rapture. My cunt convulsed around his shaft. My pussy celebrated his dick ramming into me. I squealed into his lips.

He broke the kiss, grunting, “This is my pussy! My woman! My wife!”

“Yes!” I gasped, bucking beneath him. “Spill your seed in me, my love! My champion!”

He buried hard into me. His dick plunged to the hilt in my cunt. He buried deep and fast into my snatch. My snatch gripped him. That hard thrust into my convulsing depths sent another wave of ecstasy through me.

He grunted.

His cum fired into me.

I loved it. My pussy spasmed around his erupting cock. I reveled in every second of spasming beneath him. The pleasure poured throughout my mind. I loved it. Loved him. We would save Pater together. We would stop that villain from ever succeeding.

My champion, my husband, my lover. I held Bryce to me as I came down from my orgasm.

Barg – The Free City of Raratha

“What are you going to do about this?” I asked my lover when we’d retired to our room. My finger stroked around her neck, feeling the tingling traces of the collar of divine energy bound about her.

“Find a way out,” she said, shrugging. “He’s a paladin of Lagu. They don’t lie. They’re blunt. He promised to free me, but if he doesn’t ... Well, aren’t I the greatest thief who ever lived.”

“Well, not better than Minx.”

Annoyance flashed across her face. “I would have broken into the Doge’s Vault without turning the entire palace into battle.”

Last year, a halfling thief named Minx, once part of the same harem of Fox’s women before his rise to power, had led a group of adventurers into robbing the Doge’s vault. Illina and I had been weeks away from our own attempt.

“We need to see Shasti,” Illina said, “so getting out of the city has another use.”

“You need something from the alchemist?” I asked. “You have enough of your cream to last you another year.”

“Yep.” She slid naked on the bed, her skin pale with a slight sheen to it. Artificial. She was descended of the original clockwork woman assembled by Krab, God of Crafting and brought to life by Las’s cum. “I’ll just have to convince him to go.”

“You are a superb conversationalist,” I said, staring at her hairless pussy peeking out from between her thighs. Even out of my hound-like form, I could smell the salty aroma of her passion. “You can convince a man that the sky is purple and a woman that the sun rises in the west.”

“Mmm, thanks,” she said. “But what can I convince you to do?”

“Are you begging?” I asked, stepping forward. The change flowed around me. I had to spend a certain amount of my life in the hound-like form. My body shifted, flowing and changing. My ebony skin rippled as my body reshaped itself.

I grew closer to the ground, ending up on all fours. My jaw elongated. My teeth grew into sharp fangs. I had claws that I flexed for a moment. My sense of smell grew sharper. I could hear everything in the inn.

The paladin was enjoying a blowjob from Monica.

“I shall endeavor to make your pussy climax,” I said, the words feeling strange to say in this form, but I could speak them with effort. “If that is your desire.”

“Yeah!” she groaned. “Why else am I presenting as a bitch. I almost lost you today, Barg. So you’re getting loved.

I bounded at her and landed on her back. I gripped her sides. My cock nuzzled into her pussy lips. I loved the feel of those hot cuntlips against my cock. In my bestial form, I growled out and thrust forward into her.

I buried into my Illina’s wet depths. She was still sloppy with the paladin’s seed. Soon, I’d wash his out with my copious amount of barguest cum. My Illina would be dripping in it. She would have so much cum in her pussy, but we’d be knotted together, so there would be no escape.

“Oh, Barg, yes,” Illina moaned. “I know it’s hard for you to watch, but I’m here to satiate you. Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“It was a trial to witness your wanton behavior and not enjoy in the spoils.”

“I bet you wanted to fuck that Monica!”

I thrust hard and fast into Illina’s pussy. I churned her twat up. “The paladin would kill me if I laid a paw on her.”

“Can’t have that.” Illina’s hips rotated, swirling her cunt around my cock.

“I would have issues with dying,” I answered.

I slammed hard into her. Fast. I buried into her cunt again and again. I plunged into her wonderful depths, reveling in the feel of her snatch around me. She gripped me with passion. I pounded her hard. Fast. I held nothing back. I loved being in her pussy.

Hot and silky and wet.

So wet.

She rocked back into me. Her pussy clenched around my dick every time I pulled back. She held me, massaging me. The pleasure surged through my body. An incredible heat that shot down my cock with every thrust into her cunt.

Her pussy stimulated me. She sucked at me, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I would fire so much jizz into her. I would fill her with my cum. My tail wagged as I plowed into her. The tip of my cock ached.

My knot swelled.

“Yes, yes, ram that into me and tie me!” Illina moaned. “It’s the best part of making love to you, Barg.”

“Yes, it is,” I growled. I leaned down, my muzzle nuzzling into her cheek. I licked at her face.

She turned her head and kissed me. She didn’t look down at me in this form. She reveled in me, loved me, no matter if I looked like a man or a beast. The pleasure she gave me raced through my body as I thrust against her pussy. My knot pounded on her pussy lips.

I had to be in her all the way. Every thrust of my knot against her pussy lips built and built the pressure in my balls, driving me towards a wild orgasm. I had to get my dick all the way in her first. I had to stuff my cock all the way in her cunt.

“Yes, yes, knot me, Barg!” she moaned, the aching tip of my cock plunging into her welcome twat. I thrust into her depths, her pussy lips stretching around my knot.

“Just a little more!” I growled

“Uh-huh!” she moaned. “Don’t let up, Barg! I can take your knot. I love your knot. It’s so intimate!”

My tail wagged faster. My knot almost popped into her pussy lips. I wanted it. I would have a powerful explosion of rapture that would have me snarling and barking. My tail wagged so fast as I buried into her pussy.

Her labia spread. Swallowed my cock.

My knot popped into her. I had every bit of my dick buried into her pussy. As her cunt started to convulse, I erupted. My jizz fired into her pussy. She cried out while I howled, the pair of us reveling in our orgasmic bliss.

“My Barg!” she moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, unleash all that cum!”