Chapter 5: Desiring the Barguest

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – The Free City of Raratha

I stood over the Djinn. Saniyya stared up at me with her yellow eyes. They sparkled like citrines, such an exotic hue. The color of a demigoddess. The warlock’s nasty cum leaked out of my charmed pussy, sealing him to me.

“Lady Alloria is your owner now,” Kargon said, his voice thick with the desire to please me. “You obey her. Follow her orders. Worship her.”

A shiver ran through the Djinn. “Lady Alloria, how may I serve you. I am Saniyya.” Her hands reached out to touch my thighs, thumbs stroking across my body. Her dusky-brown skin contrasting with my bluish thighs. “How may I please you?”

“Lick,” I said, eager for something feminine and delicious to pleasure me.

My two boy toys watched. Kargon and Swift stared at me with pathetic worship in their eyes. They had fallen under the spell of my pussy. Not Saniyya. My cunt’s power didn’t affect women. They worshiped me for other reasons.

Pleasure. Money. Submission. Desire.

Saniyya’s head drifted between my thighs. Her eyes closed. A smile grew on her lips as her black hair brushed my inner flesh. Her head lifted up and then she pressed into the shaved folds of my cunt and fluttered her tongue through my pussy lips.

Her tongue darted out through my petals, She teased me. Caressed me. She gathered up her former owner’s cum from the folds of my pussy. I smiled in triumph, glancing over at Kargon. He had dominated this sweet thing. Spanked her. Held her suspended in the air. Used his magic on her for his own amusement.

Now he had given her to me.

Men didn’t deserve pleasure. They were too weak. Obsessed with chasing after the young and beautiful. They would give up so much to have nubile flesh. Even without my enchantment, a smart woman could use that fact.

But youth faded. I needed to reclaim my necklace back to keep my weapons. My power. Time did not favor women but men. I would regain my cheat. I would have Illina back to licking my pussy. It would be glorious to have that thief on her knees like Saniyya.

Kargon would use his magic to bind Illina. Hold her in place. Even whip her for me. He would beg to do it, secretly hoping to use Illina. Maybe he would. Maybe I would force the thief to rut on all my boy toys. Be their whore. To be dripping in their nasty cum while I made her lick my cunt clean.

“Mmm, yes, yes, get out all that nasty cum,” I purred, staring into Saniyya’s eyes.

Delight shone in them. She didn’t care that she’d been traded away by her last master. She just wanted to serve. Her hands grabbed my rump, pulling my pussy tight against her mouth. Her tongue thrust deep into my snatch, her tongue curling in me. She scooped out the jizz from my depths, her tongue sliding through my folds.

It felt incredible. A wicked joy to enjoy. I shuddered, my cunt clenching down on her probing tongue. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side, thankful to have this little slut feasting on me. Licking me clean.

“Mmm, you’re just happy to be mine, aren’t you, Saniyya?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned. “So thrilled!” Her tongue dug in again. Her citrine eyes glittered. She scooped out more of the seed in my snatch, pulling that salty jizz into her hungry mouth.

My large breasts swayed as I squirmed on her. As I enjoyed the delights of her licking, lapping, hungry mouth. The pleasure stirred through me. She scooped out more and more of that cum, moaning as she did it.

Loving to serve me.

She sealed her lips around my pussy. She sucked, making such obscene sounds. I gasped at the pressure drawing the cum from deep inside my snatch. She pulled it out of me. The sensation was incredible. It sparked wild bliss that would make me explode.

I shuddered, my hips grinding on her sucking mouth. My hands grabbed my big tits. I squeezed and kneaded them. My fingers dug into them. I brought my dark-red nipple to my mouth, latching onto the ruby nub.

I sucked.

Pleasure sparked down to my cunt.

My clit rubbed into her lips. She nursed on my pussy with hunger. I groaned around my nub. The pleasure built faster and faster. I shuddered, enjoying every moment of the cum leaking out of me. This wonderful bliss would have me exploding in rapture. It would be the most delightful thing in the world to cream her mouth.

I nibbled on my nipple. Nipped it with my teeth. The sparks of pleasure shot through my body. I groaned, my hips grinding from side to side on her mouth. Her tongue darted into the depths of my pussy, drawing out all that nasty jizz.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kargon moaned, stroking his cock.

Irritation flashed through me. I popped my nipple out of my mouth and glared at him. “Quiet! And stop stroking your cock! I’m enjoying myself!”

He opened his mouth as if to apologize then clamped his jaw shut and nodded. He ripped his hand from his hard cock, soaked in my pussy juices, and shoved it behind his back. I smiled at that then gasped as Saniyya’s tongue fluttered through my folds again, sliding up to my clit.

She brushed it.

Sparks of triumph shot through me. I shuddered at the pleasure bursting inside of me. This wonderful wave of delight that shot through my body. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side, grinding my cunt on her hungry mouth.

She sucked on my clit, fingers digging into my rump.

Sparks flared.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned. “Saphique’s sweet cunt and heaving tits!”

My orgasm burst through me. Pleasure gushed out of my pussy. A wild gush of juices that squirted into her mouth. My eyes fluttered, the stars bursting across the room. My tits heaved. I grabbed the silk of her hair, clutching to her as she feasted on me.

“My delicious slave!” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, my demigoddess whore! Lick it all up.”

She moaned her submission and did that. Her tongue danced through me while the rapture suffused my body. Every bit of me tingled. I threw back my head, hair dancing around my shoulders as my delicious Djinn devoured all the juices pouring out of me.

I hit the peak of rapture. Trembled there. Her fluttering tongue, caressing labia and clit, held me there for such a glorious moment. Then I crashed into panting bliss. I gripped her head, savoring her lapping at my sensitive folds.

Then I stepped back.

“We leave in the morning,” I said. “They’ll have a day’s head start on us, but we’ll catch up.” I glanced at Kargon. “Right?”

He nodded at me, staring with such feverish eyes at me now.

“You can talk,” I said, waving a negligent hand.

“I’ll be ready. I’ll need pussy juices.” He glanced at Saniyya. “Hers is potent.”

“She’s mine,” I said, stroking her. “Go get it from a tavern wench or a dockside whore.”

“Yes, Lady Alloria.”

“Swift, return to my home. Make sure my fool of a husband and idiot handmaiden have everything ready for me.”

“I shall, Lady Alloria.”

I stared down at Saniyya, her face dripping in my pussy juices. They smeared across her features, giving her such a lovely and delicious look. I wanted to just lick them all up, but I was feeling in need of something else.

“Your illusions have substance, yes?”

“They do, Lady Alloria,” she moaned. “What shall I conjure for you? Name it. Any earthly delight. Women. Coin. Exotic foods. Dates soaked in my pussy juices.”

I arched an eyebrow at that one. “A solid gold dildo strapped about my body and...”

There it was. I could feel the bleached-white leather straps made of something soft like doe’s hide. They held the gold dildo thrusting out before me, thick and large, ready to fuck. I smiled down at Saniyya.

“On your hands and knees, slave,” I moaned.

After we came down from our orgasm, I pulled the dildo out of her cunt. It dripped with her juices. I turned her to face me and I stroked my hand across her head. She looked so delicious. Her eyes stared up at me with those jewel-like irises.

“You’re going to be mine forever. Once we get back my necklace, I’ll never let you go.”

“Yes, Lady Alloria,” she panted.

Illina – North of Raratha, The Kingdom of Valya

I was so sore after our first day riding north from Raratha. But we were out of the city and heading north to the Ten-It Forest. It dominated central Valya, growing along the banks of the mighty Roytin River. The same river that flowed through Raratha and dumped into the Nimborgoth.

“Why didn’t I insist on traveling upriver by boat,” I lamented to Barg as I slipped off my horse. I landed stiffly. My muscles, though stronger than a human, were still sore. I massaged my inner thigh through the linen pants I wore in lieu of the toga common in Raratha. “Why did Krab have to make my ancestors with muscles that could get sore.”

“Pain is a living creature’s motivation not to do stupid things,” said Barg as he dismounted with fluid grace.

“Then why did I spend all day on a horse?” I groaned.

“Because sometimes doing stupid things is necessary,” he said, smiling at me.

“My ass is sore, too.” I turned and wiggled it at him. “My perfect and beautiful rump feels chafed and raw. Will you lick it for me?” I gave him a coquettish look over my shoulder. “Make it feel perfect for me?”

“I would be honored to worship your behind,” he said with a bow.

Monica burst into giggles as she dismounted from her horse. She wore her white clerical robes and didn’t seem to have any trouble sitting all day in a saddle. The dainty thing smiled at Barg, her mirth shining on her face.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I said playfully. “Barg is my butt-licker. You can get Sir Tightass to lick yours.”

“Sir Tightass?” She shot me a confused look. Then gasped and glared at me. “That’s not very charitable.”

“It’s hard to be charitable when my butt hurts so much I don’t want to sit down.” I glanced over at the paladin. He dismounted with a clatter of his armor. He didn’t seem to have any problem wearing all that steel through the heat of the Valyan day. He stroked his warhorse’s neck, patting him, murmuring something to him.

The horse neighed.

“You going to make out with your horse?” I asked.

Sir Bryce glanced at me. “Why would a tight ass do that?”

“Well, I mean, the way you’re looking at it. We could give you some privacy. No judgment. I think I knew why you walk like you have a rod shoved up your ass if you’re taking that monster in it.”

Monica gasped, clasping a hand over her mouth.

“How droll,” he said.

“I thought it was.” I smiled at him. “It sure made Monica blush to her roots. For a girl that’s had a roll with a god, she sure blushes easy.”

Sir Bryce glanced at me. “Is there any meaning behind your barbs, or do you chaff already under our agreement and seek to flee it?”

“How can I?” I tapped my throat. “I have this collar about my neck. The one you promised to release. It’s a little tight. Making me irritable.”

“I promised I would release it,” he said, stripping off his horse’s tack.

“You’re not.”

“I never said when,” he said, his hands uncinching his horse’s saddle. He pulled it off and set it carefully on the ground. Then he drew off the blanket.

“I see,” I said. “Good to know how you see your word, Sir Tightass.”

“My horse needs attention,” he said. “Your discomfort can wait a few more minutes. It will not kill you to be leashed to something grander for once in your life.”

I glared at him. “And exactly what is this grand purpose? Stopping the man who murdered your wife?”

“Bringing justice to the villain who destroyed her,” he answered. He turned to face me. “That is what this is about. What got your mother killed.”

“He’s a terrible man,” said Monica. “He burned my temple and killed my friends.” She looked lost for a moment. “My husband to be, his wives ... They were such wonderful women. I could have been happy being their sister-wife.”

I arched an eyebrow about that. “And now you and Sir Tightass are together.”

Monica’s lips pursed tight. “I was marrying my husband because I am a leywife. It wasn’t out of love for him, but devotion to Pater. Sir Bryce is different. He saved me. He loves me.”

“How can you tell?” I glanced at the man. He didn’t show any emotion on his face. “He looks like a corpse standing there. Perhaps Sir Deadhead is a better name. Just a zombie obsessed with fixing the past.”

“Your nicknames are amusing,” Sir Bryce said. He marched to me. I held my ground.

His mailed hand shot out and seized my neck. I shuddered at the grip of metal. Barg growled beside me despite not being in his hound form. My lover would be bristling if he had any hair. I just faced Sir Bryce without fear. I wouldn’t be bullied.

“Why do you seek to belittle me?” he asked, his thumb, covered in a thick leather glove, rubbed at my neck. “A childish desire to prove that you’re not bound to me?”

“Maybe. You have me by a noose. You can yank it whenever you want. I’m supposed to be happy with that?”

“You had a choice. You accepted it.”

“I had no real choice. I didn’t want to hang.”

He pulled his hand away. “You’re free. You aren’t compelled to go with me. You are free to leave.”

“And you’ll be on my ass, seize me by the scruff of the neck, and haul me back to Raratha to stand trial.”

“To face the consequences of breaking the law,” he answered. “How the Rarathans see the need to redress your wrong is there business. But, you have the choice.”

“And miss out on breaking into Cernere’s vault for a paladin of Lagu.” I snorted. “Not a chance Sir Brickhead.”

“Brickhead?” he asked and shook his head. “You’re bad at insults.”

“Am not Sir ... Sir...” I threw up my hands. “My ass is sore!”

Monica giggled. “Sir Brickhead ... He does have a strong head and that face ... Mmm, he’s a handsome man.”

I stared at her. “His face is leathered by the sun and as rugged as the Lesh-Ke Mountains.”

“I know,” Monica said, smiling at Sir Bryce. Her eyes flicked over to Barg. “So different from your man.”

“Because mine is gorgeous,” I said, taking Barg’s arm. “And he’s going to lick my butt and make me feel all better.”

“Gladly,” he said. “After we set up camp.”

I sighed. “Right, right, important stuff. ‘Never play in the middle of setup. Get all your prep done before seeking your pleasure.’”

“Your mother created that rule because of me,” Barg said.

I grinned at him as I turned to my horse. “Oh, what prep for a job did you two mess up because you got amorous?”

“Robbing the Prince-Elect of Zeutch’s crown,” he said. “We were supposed to replace it with a fake. We spent a week dodging fencers and trackers over that mishap.”

I giggled.

We set up camp and Monica began cooking dinner, getting a stew bubbling. She hummed as she worked. The horses were taken care of. Our tents were erected. Soon we were eating the hearty stew that filled my belly and gave my body the resources it needed to repair all those sore muscles.

Fed, I was eager to get my butt-licked. So I stripped out of my clothes. The night descended cool about us as I knelt by the fire, banked down to hot coals for cooking. I wiggled my rump at him while on the other side of the fire, a naked Sir Bryce nuzzled into Monica’s tits.

“Barg, we’re all done with the prep. We can play now.”

Monica glanced at me as the paladin sucked on her nipple. I winked at her as Barg blurred into his hound form. She swallowed as she watched Barg pad around me. I shivered myself, eager to feel that thick, hot tongue lapping over my rump. Just bathing me his spittle.

“My, oh, my,” Barg said, those words sounding a little strange coming from his bestial muzzle. “Your poor rump, Illina.”

“I know,” I groaned. “I just need you to lick it. Pretty please.”

“I shall do my best to soothe you.”

His tongue licked over my right butt-cheek. I smiled at Monica at the delicious sensation of that thick, hot tongue sliding over my ass. I groaned and lowered my head, my small breasts jiggling beneath me. The juices were already flowing while the rhythm of my heart sped up. The pain throbbing through my nervous system lessened.

Barg lapped across my butt-cheeks. He bathed both hillocks with that wonderful tongue of his. I groaned and gasped, savoring every moment. Every lick. Monica whimpered nearby, Sir Bryce kissing down her body, eager to eat her out.

The man had some passion in him after all.

I smiled at Monica, my hips wiggling. Barg’s tongue swiped up my butt-crack, not penetrating it, but licking across it. I groaned as his long laps caressed me. He bathed every bit of my ass in his hot saliva. His tongue flicked out again and again. My toes curled.

My pussy grew hot. Wet. Juicy.

My cream dribbled down my thighs. I loved the feel of it leaking down me. I wiggled from side to side, eager for him to just devour me. It would be incredible. I had a big smile on my lips as his tongue slid over my ass. He licked and lapped and teased me. I groaned, loving every moment of his hungry tongue. I wiggled my hips from side to side, his saliva coating my rump.

“Oh, Barg, yes!” I moaned.

Monica whimpered on the other side of the fire. Sir Bryce had reached her cunt. He lapped at her, making her squirm. Pleasure crossed her pale face. I loved the attention she gave me. Her hands squeezed her round breasts while the paladin devoured her pregnant pussy.

“You are smelling quite excited,” Barg said. His tongue flicked over my left butt-cheek, making it jiggle. “Are there other places you’d liked to be licked?”

“Mmm, I think so,” I purred, working my knees apart, exposing my pussy to him. “There’s another part of me that’s just so sore.”

His wet nose nuzzled into my cuntlips. I gasped. He rubbed his snout up and down my slit, nudging my labia and brushing my clit. My saliva-soaked rump clenched. I shuddered, my juices flowing hotter, delight surging through my nervous system.

My heart’s rhythm thudded faster.

“Yes, yes, this seems quite inflamed,” he said. “Your labia are engorged, and your clitoris is protruding from its hood.”

“Oh, no,” I gasped. “I need you to soothe me. Please, please, soothe my pussy with your tongue.”

“Yes!” whimpered Monica, her body shuddering.

Her pussy was being soothed, too.

Barg’s tongue licked out.

My eyes closed and my back arched as I savored that long, slow lick. In his bestial form, his tongue took forever to make a single one. So long and thick. He swabbed over my entire pussy, licking at it for what felt like an eternity.

A toe-curling, body-shuddering, throaty moan that lasted for an eternity.

My clit sparked with delight. My pussy clenched. His tongue flicked past my taint and then he was back at my cunt again. He licked with hunger. His tongue swept fast over it. I groaned, rubbing back into Barg’s snout. I loved the feel of him caressing me. That wonderful tongue driving up and down my slit.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, that’s good. Ooh, my pussy needs that. After a day in the saddle, I needed this so badly.”

He fluttered his tongue again and again. He licked me with hunger. He drove his tongue through my folds. I groaned, loving every lick and lap. Every slide of his tongue through my labia. It was just the pleasure I needed.

My cunt drank them in. His hot, rough tongue bathed my vulva. My clit. His tip flicked into my pussy hole itself. I groaned at that, my back arching. My hair danced around my face. Little stars burst before my vision.

“Such an inflamed pussy,” he groaned. “How does that feel?”

“More licking!” I moaned. “And then ... then I’m going to need my pussy depths soothed, too. You’ll have to use something long and hard!”

“I have just the thing.”

“Mmm,” Monica moaned, trembling on her back as Sir Bryce devoured her. She squeezed her tits, still watching us.

I winked at her then gasped as Barg’s tongue slipped into my pussy hole again.

He swabbed it around. Stimulated me. My pussy clenched around his tongue before he flicked it out of me. My orgasm built faster and faster as he thrust it back in. He danced that amazing, bestial tongue around me. My toes curled. I moaned, my fingers digging into our bedroll.

“Oh, Barg, yes, yes! You give me just what I need!”