Chapter 6: The Passion of Motherhood

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – North of Raratha, The Kingdom of Valya

I trembled. There was no way that bitch Illina could escape me from my justice this time. Not with a warlock on my side.

Magery turned the weakest man into a giant. It didn’t matter how brawny the warrior if they could be cut down by a knife of air or impaled by a spear of rock ripped out of the earth. Water in the air could be turned to plunging lances or fire itself could immolate.

If I had had a warlock, a renegade mage who operated outside the control of the Magery Council, from the beginning, I wouldn’t have needed Kurg’s repeated failures. I would have her. My fingers tingled now. My necklace was all but wrapped about my neck. I would rebuild my power.

Find a new husband to shower me in wealth. I’d keep my pet warlock, my new boy toy, around to use as I saw fit. And, of course, I wasn’t letting Saniyya go. That sexy Djinn would be my little slave for the rest of our lives.

And with my necklace and her immortality, that would be a long, long time.

She summoned illusions around us, cloaking her former master Kargon and the duelist Swift in a masterful cloak of concealing. It wasn’t true invisibility like other forms of magic could create, but a moving illusion that showed off what should be seen if they weren’t standing there.

She put the same one around us.

We crept forward, my hand holding hers, my pussy building and building with the excitement. The sun had set an hour ago. We had journeyed a day from Raratha, covering what it took Illina and her companions two days. The mage’s work, giving our horses increased stamina.

The bend in the road showed the small dell Illina and her companions camped in. Their campfire burned, showering them in ruddy light. The two couples were fucking, oblivious to their danger. The women were riding their men. Illina’s small breasts jiggled. Her red hair swayed. Black hands slid up and down her body.

A man’s hands.

I didn’t like that at all.

She was riding her man reverse style, facing away from him while flashing coquettish glances over her shoulder. The other woman rode hers normally, her hands planted on this paladin’s chest. His strong hands clutched at her rump.

Her brown hair fell in a sweep. Secaran. Beautiful. I would keep her, too. For a while. I bit my lip and squeezed Saniyya’s hand. My lusts were building and building. I needed to act on them. Pussy cream dripped down my thighs.

“Can they hear us?” I whispered

“No, Lady Alloria,” Saniyya answered in her normal voice. “The illusion around us swallows our sound. It is both simpler and more complex than the one hiding the men since we are not getting close.”

“Give me a dildo,” I said, glancing at her. I could see her. She had put an illusion of a box around us instead of hugging our bodies with it. “The gold one. Double-headed.”

“As you wish, my Lady.”

I gasped as the smooth, cool gold suddenly filled my pussy. Her illusions had a solidity to them. They could fool every sense a person had. I groaned as the other end thrust thick and long from my crotch. A smooth shaft of pure gold just begging for a tight hole to fuck.

Saniyya didn’t even have to be told. She fell to her knees before me, her dusky-brown rump aimed right at me. Her hairless pussy gleaming with her juices. I fell to my knees behind her, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving. I placed a bluish hand on her rump, squeezing her flesh, while the other guided my dildo to her hole.

I slammed into her pussy. I sank into her cunt as I watched Illina riding her black-skinned man. He wasn’t human but a monster. The world would be better without him around. And that Paladin of Law could rot here.

My hands slid up Saniyya’s body as I fucked her. I pumped my hips, sliding the gold dildo in and out of her cunt. The other end stirred around in my pussy, stimulating me, giving me all the pleasure I could ever crave.

My black hair danced around my shoulders and face. I pumped away at her, hammering my toy into her cunt. My tits heaved. They bounced and jiggled while my men crept closer and closer. It had to happen. The moment when Illina paid for her theft.

I craved it so much.

My hands found Saniyya’s breasts. I squeezed them hard, whimpering out my anticipation.

Illina

“Ooh, I’m going to impale my pussy down on your knot!” I moaned, slamming my weight down his cock.

My pussy lips struck his knot. My labia widened, struggling to swallow it. The rhythm of my heart sped up. My nervous system burst with delight. I almost did it. I flexed my thighs and slid up him, gripping him with my cunt. I threw a look over my shoulder as I reached the pinnacle of his cock.

“I’m going to do it this time,” I purred, rotating my hips.

“Not if you keep teasing me like that,” he groaned. “I’ll erupt whether we’re knotted or not.”

I gasped in indignation.

“Gods, yes!” Monica squeaked on the other side of the fire, cumming hard. “Spill your seed in me, Bryce! Give it to me!”

I slammed down Barg’s cock, knowing I would knot—

The air seized me. Thick bands wrapped around my torso in three spots and yanked me up into the air. I screamed in shock, suddenly dizzyingly high in the air. Twenty feet or more, my legs kicking and squirming.

“Cernere’s black cunt!”

Sir Bryce

Illina screamed and ripped up into the air.

“Gods damn!” I snarled and seized Monica’s hips, her pussy convulsing around me, and threw her off of my body.

“Sir Bryce!” the pregnant leywife gasped, hitting the ground beside me. “What is happening?”

“Magery!” I snarled and sat up. I had to grab my swo—

A lance of rock burst out of my abdomen right below my rib cage, the spear of stone smeared in my blood. I gasped at the cold shock exploding through me. The strength fled my arms. I collapsed, sliding down the spear to where it thrust out of the ground to ram through me. Blood spilled over my abdomen. The pain burned through me.

“Lagu, Goddess of Law, make unto me an avatar of Justice,” I snarled as the pain burst through my chest. “Let me enact punishment on the guilty.”

Barg

Illina cursed above me. Monica screamed and Bryce groaned.

I scrambled to my feet when my ears caught a sound. Boot steps approached me. To my right, the grass bent and distorted. Something affected them and then masked the change. A scent filled my nose. A man. Dressed in leathers. I caught the aroma of sword oil. Metal.

I swept my arm out before me at the whistle of the attack. I smacked aside an unseen sword. It cut down my arm. Blood spurted from the wound. I snarled through it and blurred forms as I sprang at the invisible attacker.

My muscles shifted, my limbs shortening but growing stronger. My jaw became a muzzle, teeth sharp canines. My tail formed. The man cursed and stumbled back. I crashed into him, claws slamming into leather jerking. My teeth snapped for his throat to rip—

Wind slammed into me. I flung to the side and hit the ground. But I didn’t roll. The gale pinned me in place and grew solid. It held my body immobile. I twitched and shuddered. Illina snarled above me. Magic attacked us.

A mage. We were dead. I never thought it would end like this.

Leywife Monica

“Sir Bryce!” I gasped in shock at the sight of my knight collapsed on his back, the spear of stone thrust out of his chest. Illina shouted. Barg snarled.

We were under attack. I sat up and focused on defending myself. On shielding my body from threats. My unborn child gave me power. I was a leywife, chosen by Pater, my womb blessed with his seed.

I stood up and a wind struck at me. It hit my shield and white energy flared around me. The gale broke around my protection, howling with fury. It wanted to touch me, but couldn’t. I flexed my fingers, panting as the lingering traces of pleasure were swallowed by my fear and anger. Someone attacked us. Hurt my knight.

The wind swirled around my shield. It squeezed about it. But the power flowing out of my pussy would not be denied. I didn’t need sexual stimulation any longer to defend myself. Or attack. But where did this come from?

Illina snarled.

I sent out protection to her. I added it to the thief. I didn’t have time to heal my Bryce. I hoped he had the stamina to survive. My desires engulfed Illina. The power in me lurched and cut off the magic around her.

She dropped to the ground in a scream. She landed in a crouch and sprang forward into a tumble. She came up in a low crouch, her head dancing around, staring at the darkness. My heart hammered in my chest as the wind turned into slashes.

Knives of deadly air slammed into my shield. The cutting blades unleashed bursts of white that rippled around my protection. Where was it coming from? My gaze whipped around the campsite, searching for the mage who was attacking us. It had to be a mage. One of those trained in Thosi. At the Collegiate Tower of Esh-Esh.

“To your left, Monica!” Illina snarled. “He’s rushing for you.”

I turned to my left. I threw out a blast of power just along the edge of the campfire. White energy sprang from me, channeled from the blessed child in my womb. He or she lent power to me to protect them.

It struck something. A man appeared as my power flung him back. He screamed in pain and hit the ground, rolling. A rapier tumbled from his grasp. He hit the ground and rolled. A look of shock appeared on his face. Skin Zeutchian pale. Blond hair spilling about his features.

He had a sword. So he wasn’t the mage.

Barg

The wind pinning me vanished. The air howled. Then fire crackled. The man with the rapier flung back and landed on the firelight edge. Flames rushed at Monica from the fire. They slammed roared over Bryce and slammed into her.

I moved. I scrambled to my feet and rushed for the man she threw back. Swift, the lackey of Kurg. That meant this was Lady Alloria’s doing. When had she found a mage? I snarled and pounced at the fencer as he reached for his sword.

“Pater’s cock!” he shouted, seeing me. He threw up his left arm.

My jaws struck his arm, biting. He screamed in pain as my fangs tore. His hand seized his rapier. He lifted it, aimed it at me. I released his arm to spring back. The blade lanced in to stab me in the side and run me through.

Illina grabbed the man’s arm at the crook of the elbow and yanked him back. Swift shouted in alarm as my lover held him tight, red hair swirling about her shoulders.

Swift’s throat lay open. Exposed.

I pounced and slammed my jaw into his throat. I bit hard. My teeth buried into his flesh. I tore with hunger. He screamed as his blood filled my mouth. His anguish cry turned into gurgles as I choked the life out of him.

“Barg!” Illina shouted and threw herself to the side.

I had a brief glimpse of flames rushing at me. Then fire struck me. Exploded around me. My jaws ripped from Swift’s throat. The world spun. Pain blazed across my hide. I hit the ground, kicking, smoldering, the scent of my flesh burning filled my nose.

“Barg!” screamed Illina in pained shock.

Illina

I took two steps towards Barg when the air seized me again. I screamed in frustration as it ripped me up in the air. The mage wanted to capture me. Swift was here. That bitch Lady Alloria had sent them. Was she out in the night somewhere?

I rose up and up into the air. My gaze danced around as I kicked, wanting to look anywhere but my smoldering lover. Rage surged through that he had been burned. Fury propelled the fast rhythm of my heart. My blood raced through my circulatory system.

Where was the mage? Where was the attack coming from?

On the edge of the dell, there was a strange sight. The air was bent and warped. It had formed a box that didn’t have a lid. It was hiding something inside of it. From my perspective up high, I could see over the warding and glimpse top of a woman’s head. Hair black. Skin blue.

Lady Alloria hid in a box of invisibility, but I was high enough up and ... and ... I couldn’t do anything about it! I howled in frustration. Barg whimpered below. It was all up to Monica. Could that quiet, submissive woman have the strength to battle a mage?

To kill him?

Leywife Monica

Queasy terror rippled through me. This was all so horrible. Tears spilled down my eyes. Barg had killed one of our attackers. The pour Barg now lay burned on the ground, whimpering. My Bryce was impaled. The barguest burned. The mage was still out there. His attacks slammed into me.

Icicles glittered around me, a dozen daggers lanced at me. The slammed into my shield. The white energy burst around me. They rippled over me. I trembled there, my heart pounding so fast. I needed to be able to see him to attack him. Have a direction.

Lashes of water came next. They slammed into my shield and then pressed around it. The watery strands squeezed about the power around me, white light illuminating where the spell crushed down on my protection. I felt the pressure inside my pussy, trying to crush my protection.

A lance of rock burst out of the ground and attacked my shield, the tip bursting apart as it struck my defenses. Another hit from the other side. I groaned, feeling more and more of the pressure to maintain it.

“You have interesting powers, woman,” a voice said out of the darkness. The accent was refined. Educated. “Very intriguing. I have never seen the like before. I am going to enjoy experimenting on you.”

It came from my right. From the edge of the camp. I threw a blast of energy in that direction. It lit up the darkness, hurtling across the road, and slammed into a low, grassy hill. It burst there in a wave of white light that tore through the grass.

“Attack and defense,” he said, the water squeezing harder. More icicles lanced from above. More stone thrust from below. “How long can you maintain it?”

He was close. I turned, trying to focus on where his voice came from. I moved, the water staying around me. Sweat broke across my forehead. It was getting harder and harder to maintain the protection. My child didn’t have unlimited energy.

“You can do it,” I whispered, rubbing my belly. “You’re already a hero. Not even born, and you’re doing amazing things.”

“Who are you talking to?” he asked. “Why are you touching your belly like that?”

I backed away from the voice and from my wounded lover. I had to pinpoint the sound. Hit the mage. I would only get one more attack. It would sap my defenses too much. She couldn’t miss.

“You’ll have to overcome my barrier to find out,” I said.

“Interesting.” More watery ropes appeared. They slashed at her shield and wrapped around it. She was cocooned in a band of white light. The world was hard to see out beyond the brilliance now. Other lights flared around her, blocking his attacks.

“Is it sexual?” the mage asked “Does it come from your pussy. That is a powerful place, if harnessed. I’m harnessing the power of pussy juices right now. Using them to control the elements.”

The grass at her feet, what she was standing on, suddenly grew and seized her legs. She gasped as it gripped her. It was inside her protection. He was manipulating it. She gasped as it almost tripped her in place.

“Mmm, it extends all around you, into the earth even. But it gives me a little bit to play with. People forget life is an element.”

His voice was right in front of her. She focused on it.

Sir Bryce

Pain exploded through me.

I ripped the stone spear in half and rose from off the stump. It slid out of my body. Monica almost glowed in light. The mage babbled to her, showing off his knowledge. Lagu’s blessing seized my body. Gave me the strength to stand.

Blood poured down my back and torso. My life pumped out of me. Already, the darkness devoured the edges of my vision. My fingers and toes grew cold, my extremities shouting down. Death would soon follow.

I bent over and grabbed my sword. Drew it.

“What are you going to do?” the warlock said to Monica. “Are you going to let the grass grow up and up your body until it strangles you, or do you have a way to attack it without harming yourself.”

Monica didn’t answer. She could hardly see her through the light bursting around her shield.

“Lower it. I won’t harm you. I was told not to harm either woman. The lady doesn’t wan—”

My sword rammed into the mage’s back. I hit true. The impact shattered the magic around him that held him invisible. He rippled and appeared, blood welling through his robes. I ripped my sword out of his back and he fell. I smiled with pleasure at the Lawbreaker’s shock.

He stared up at me, his eyes struggling to focus. The air swirled, but he was dying. His will was broken.

“Your heart’s not beating any longer,” I told him. “It’s nearly instantly fatal. I’m sure you’re realizing that. Your brain is dying now. When you stab a man, make sure you kill him. Don’t give him a chance.”

The mage gasped, blood bubbling from his lips. Then he sighed. His eyes widened with death.

Illina gave a shout and plummeted to the ground again. She landed hard. At the same moment, Monica appeared from the brilliance, the magic no longer attacking her shield. She leaped over the corpse and flung herself against me.

I groaned, swayed, only kept upright by Lagu’s blessing. I couldn’t fail now. Not when I was so close. Monica would heal me. She would keep me alive long enough to punish the bastard who took my wife from me.

Lady Alloria Valis Korvan

My strokes faltered. I ripped the dildo out of Saniyya’s cunt. I stood up, staring in shock. They were dead. Swift and Kargon both down. Saniyya made not a sound. My eyes cast over to Illina. She stood up and stared right at us.

Fury burned across her expression before she darted to the burned barguest. I shuddered and then glanced down at Saniyya. I still had the Djinn. I still had something. Once again, men had failed. Kurg, Swift, and Kargon. Why had I ever relied on them? They were weak creatures. Slaves to their cocks even without my pussy’s enchantment.

“What do we do, Lady Alloria?” Saniyya asked.

“We wait for our chance,” I said. “We need to retreat. Illina knows we’re here.”

“She saw over the top of my illusion when she was hauled into the air. I did not anticipate Kargon would do that nor do I think it was a problem since surely he would have prevailed.” Saniyya kept her head lowered. I will accept your punishment, my Lady.”

“Not now! Back to the horses!”

Barg

The taste of Monica’s pussy juices filled my mouth. They were warm and soothing. I licked at them out of instinct. The pain vanished from my body with every lap through her folds. My eyes opened to see her sitting on me.

“Barg,” she whispered, a smile on her face. “Mmm, that’s it. Lick deep.”

I shouldn’t. But I needed to heal. Monica ground her twat on me, her hands rubbing up and down her thighs. Her breasts jiggled. I could hear Illina and Sir Bryce talking in the background, discussing the attack.

Their words drifted through my mind as I concentrated on Monica’s shaved pussy grinding on my face. Her sweet juices spilled into my mouth, curing more and more of me. She groaned and shuddered, taking obvious pleasure in my licking.

“Oh, Barg, it’s a delight to ride you,” she moaned. Then gasped and shot a worried look over her shoulder. She relaxed.

I knew she wanted to ride another part of me.

She undulated her hips from side to side. Those round breasts swayed over me. The pain vanished. I wasn’t really healed yet, but I could now focus on devouring her. Making her cum to get the full healing effect. My tongue danced over her folds. Brushed her clit.

I swirled around her bud.

She whimpered in delight, her smile growing.

I sucked and nibbled on her clit. I played with it. I batted it and fluttered my tongue against her. I savored her juices spilling into my mouth, the passion of her healing cream spilling down my throat. I reveled in them

Then I switched my tongue to plundering into her pussy’s depths. She moaned out, her neck arching. Her hands squeezed her breasts. She kneaded her tits. She pinched her nipples. Twisted those pink nubs, her cunt clenching down around my probing tongue.