Kurtis leads his women from the island to a desert to tame some naughty nymphs for treasure!
The Son of Lust
Chapter Seven: Breeding the Desert Nymph
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2020
Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.
Lasla – Over the Jyou Sea
The island that I had spent my entire life on with fell away.
Mother Azuliana's powerful wings beat as she carried us skyward. I sat on her body between a pair of her triangular dorsal spines, my legs gripping her scaly hide. My stomach lurched as we climbed higher and higher, the air rushing by us.
This nervousness brimmed in me. I gripped the spine before me, my boobs jiggling in my simple band of woven fiber. The sapphire sea now loomed beneath us. We skimmed over it so fast. The air whipped my hair behind me.
Sitting before me was Kurtis. His broad back, tanned by the sun, looked so strong. He was confident of this plan to leave our island, find a way to rescue our father from Throwia's clutches, and find a way for him to breed my mother and our sylph half-sisters. I was leaving behind my four daughters. They were toddlers. Running around.
I missed them already.
But Kurtis wanted to do this—needed to do this—and I would support him. He was the patriarch of our family. Though only minutes older than me, he had always owned my heart. He would lead; I would follow. Even if I had to push him and our twin sister into that first step into incest. Once he had, he had awakened to his masculine dominance.
Our twin sister—well, technically his twin sister and my half-sister—rode behind me. Pyrriah laughed in delight. Her mirth rolled over me as we flew out above the Jyou Sea. She didn't sound afraid at all.
She was fearless. A few years back, she had thrown herself into Mother Azuliana's fire to shield Kurtis. I admired my sister so much for that act. She had stepped up to save his life. She had some strange power. She had burned that day, and it hadn't harmed her. No one in the family understood why.
Maybe we'd discover that truth on this journey, too.
My fear simmered down to dread with every beat of my heart. Mother Azuliana hardly had to flap her wings. She glided over the sea. It was so far below now. The waves looked so tiny. And it was so vast. I looked behind us and saw that our island had already become a little spec about to vanish over the horizon.
It felt so small now. That had been my entire reality. That tiny island. You could walk across it in a few hours. I knew every bit of it. Every tree and rock, pool and beach. I had played on it. Made love on it. Harvested its bounty to feed and clothe and shelter our family.
Now it was a little speck that I could cover with my thumb.
“I know,” Pyrriah said. “We're going on an adventure. It's amazing.”
“Yeah,” I said, struggling to find that same enthusiasm. The ache to be with my daughters swelled. But they would be fine. My mother and half-sisters would watch over them. Not just the sylphs, either, but the three mermaids whose arrival had launched us on this path. “It will be.”
“Yes, it will,” said Kurtis. His voice sounded so confident. “We're going to go out there and find every daughter of Las we can. Rakshasa, werewolves, lampades, naga. All of them. I'm going to fuck them all. Breed them all. And find a way to breed other races.”
“Yes,” I groaned. That sent a heat through me. “How are you going to do that, Kurtis?”
“Dominate them.” He threw his arms wide. “They shall bend to my will and bow before me in worship. I will claim them and tame them. Just like Thrak did with Captain Thyrna.”
“Ooh, yes,” I moaned, the sexual excitement brewing in my liquid depths. I was Las's daughter. Lust brimmed in me. I could conjure sex toys out of celestial gold. They usually didn't last long. The collars around our mothers and sisters, and the chastity belt Mother Azuliana normally had to wear, I could maintain. But much after that, and they faded away in a few hours.
Long enough for us to play with them.
When Kurtis was dominating, it made me so wet. I was so eager for him to do that. To help him dominate every woman he wanted. I wanted him to breed me. I squirmed, rubbing my pussy on my step-mother's scales. My clit throbbed.
“I know,” Pyrriah purred. “I'm as wet as you, Lasla.”
“We're Las's daughters,” I moaned. “Why wouldn't we be turned on right now. Our brother is being so sexy.”
“Mmm,” Pyrriah moaned, that throaty groan.
My pussy simmered on the flight. We didn't stop. When noon approached, we carefully opened our bags. They were made from the scaled hides of the large tuna that Mother Azuliana would fish out of the ocean. The scales were scraped off and the skin cured into a leather. I opened mine up and pulled out the dried fish we had packed. I munched on mine as we flew, filling my belly. We drank water from skins made from tuna bladders.
The sun wheeled overhead. It began setting to our right. The darkness descended as a shadow appeared on the horizon. I frowned as I stared at it. I knew that there was a world beyond our island. Our mothers talked about all these places. The Nimborgoth, the Halani Desert, the Despeir Mountains, the Lone Mountain, the Dead Isle and its Black Spire, the nations of Zeutch and Secare, Thlin and Althos. We'd heard of the Queendom of Naith ruled over by the Rakshasa and the Empire of Shizhuth dominated by the Naga. Werewolves in the Haunted Forest. Harpies in the Jungles of 'Zakuth. Hermaphroditic elves and gnomes, tribal orcs in northern wastelands where the sun didn't set in the summer or rise in the winter.
I never realized just how big it really was. Not once I realized that the dark shadow on the horizon was all land. Our island had been a little spec. This stretched and stretched like the ocean had. As the sun sank lower, I could see more of it.
The Rathay Desert.
We weren't going to Remna straight away. We didn't have gold, another thing I had heard about. Coins made of metal. I barely knew what metal was. Our mothers had a few knives and one set of sewing needles made of steel, but that was it. We used stone tools on the island we made from volcanic glass or shards of flint. We didn't need to “buy” things. We just fished or collected berries or dug up yams.
But out here, people traded discs of metal. They were valuable, though I didn't know why? What use did little discs have? A metal knife could cut better than a flint one and hold its edge for far, far longer. Could I use the discs in a sling? We sometimes hunted birds with slings and stones. Especially the big geese that flew over in the spring and autumn.
But Mother Azuliana insisted that we needed these gold coins. So we had to find them. We were on a treasure hunt first. Out there in the desert, so the stories told, lived the lampades. Lampades were a single-sex race, like mermaids. When Las's cum had landed in the desert sands, they were made. They were maidens who lurked in the Rathay Desert at night. They were supposed to be beautiful. Dark skin and with pale hair. They held lanterns that they used to lure travelers to monster nests called antlions.
They were supposed to be giant bugs also birthed by Las's cum. An all-male race of insects that hungered. The lampades lured victims to their pits. The antlions fed on them and then would mate with the lampades.
They had formed a vicious symbiosis.
Because the lampades and the monstrous antlions didn't care about the treasure, it accumulated at the bottom of their pits. Hunters would go out and try to kill them and their harem of lampades desert-women.
We had to find one.
“Look at that,” Pyrriah whispered. “So much beach. And the desert keeps going. We can't even see the Gold Hills. Right, that's what's out there beyond the desert.”
“As I recall,” Mother Azuliana said. “I never visited here.”
“How are we going to find the lampades,” I asked as we flew past the ocean water crashing onto sandy beaches. I stared out at the dunes of the desert. “There's just sand. Nothing but sand.”
“They're deeper in the desert,” said Mother Azuliana. “There are nomads who live out here who follow the oasis and caravans come from the gold mines of the mountains. That's why there's so much treasure in antlion nests.”
The sun vanished. Night descended. The moonlight shone on the dunes as we flew over them. I shivered as we stared down at the sandy waves. It was like the ocean had frozen and then petrified. It was so strange to see.
The dunes were smoother on one side and steeper on the other. They all looked like they flowed in the same direction, too. They weren't random at all. They were shaped. I shivered and realized that the wind must have driven them into those shapes.
Did that mean they moved? How did anyone navigate through the desert if the terrain never stared the same?
“There are no plants,” said Pyrriah.
“There's some over there,” said Kurtis, pointing to his right. “That looks like a grove. Just in the middle of the sand.
“An oasis,” Mother Azuliana said, banking in that direction. “A natural welling of water that supports palm trees and other bushes. You can often find dates. They're a delicious fruit. You'll enjoy them.”
“Mmm, I bet we will,” said Pyrriah.
Mother Azuliana spiraled down towards the oasis. I gasped, gripping the dorsal spine. My pussy ground against her, reminding me of that wet itch. If we found a lampad tonight, my brother would get to fuck her. Breed her.
If the antlion could breed her, then so could our brother. I shivered, realizing that an insect monster was like a cousin or something. Las's cum made monsters, too. Ogres, imps, trolls, and more were said to rampage the world. Knights went out on quests to slay them.
But other types of Las's children were more human. Like the mermaids.
Mother Azuliana landed on the sands outside of the oasis. I groaned as I slid off of her. I hit the ground, my sandal-clad feet digging into the soft surface. I stumbled, staggered. I groaned at how sore my legs were.
“Las's mighty cock,” Kurtis groaned. He stretched his back. “I need to stretch my legs.”
“Yes,” Pyrriah panted.
Mother Azuliana flowed into her human form. Her body shrank. Her wings retracted in. her tail dwindled. The scales melted away into pale skin. Her hair flowed down her head as her muzzle shrank. Her strands were the same sapphire as her scales. Her breasts swelled, growing larger and larger as she stretched her back.
“Oh, that's wonderful to finally have you off my back. You three are heavy.” The dragon stretched her back. Then she glanced at me. “My collar and chastity belt, please.”
“Oh, right,” I said. I concentrated and a gold collar made of chains attached to a leash appeared. It let Kurtis yank it to choke her and stop her from changing from. Then her chastity belt appeared, a band of gold around her waist with a flange that thrust down over her hairless pubic mound and covered her clit. She couldn't grow her cock. There was no room to.
But her pussy and asshole were available for Kurtis to use whenever he felt inclined to fuck his mother.
I was tired from flying all day and yet I felt invigorated as we began exploring the oasis. The trees weren't as big as they were on the island. They almost seemed stunted and though they resembled the palm trees I knew, they didn't have coconuts but instead had small clusters of seeds. The dates. None were ripe, though. A pool of water lay in the middle. It wasn't all that impressive. It had a muddy quality to it.
“Lamp!” Pyrriah gasped.
Her outburst whipped all our heads around.
Through the foliage of the palm trees and the small shrubbery crowding the pool, I could see a lamp swinging. It was a flickering light that stood out amid the darkness. Even with the moon and stars overhead, it was still hard to see even to someone used to moving around at night on the island.
Kurtis broke into a run.
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Kurtis – Rathay Desert
My dick throbbed hard in a moment.
It swelled in the fibrous breechcloth I wore. My sandal-clad feet crashed down on the shrubs. I burst through the undergrowth onto the desert. The light bobbed up a sand dune. It swayed. I shuddered, knowing a dusky beauty held it.
My dick throbbed with delight, my balls aching, as I stretched out on the sand. The soft soil shifted beneath my feet. It was drier than any beach we had on our island, even the parts above the high-water mark. It felt finer and had a rich, dusty smell. My feet sank deeper into it, slowing me down.
I hit the dune and scrambled up it. The sand shifted beneath me. It tumbled down the slope, breaking apart in chunks that dissolved into tumbling grains of sand. It was steep enough that I used my hands, more climbing the steep face than running up it.
A fiery light gleamed to my left. Pyrriah had caught up. Flickers of red light danced in strands of her hair. Her locks glowed when she was excited. I grinned at her and she grinned back. Her round breasts bounced in her cloth wrap, her lean thighs flexing as she worked.
Lasla and my dragon-mother were behind us. Lasla groaned as she scrambled up the sand. She cursed. I kept going. The lamp had vanished over the top of the dune. I was almost there. My thigh muscles burned, but I pushed through it. I reached the top of the dune, panting.
Footprints lead down the gentler slope on this side. The lamp bobbed, nearing the bottom of the dune. I studied the dainty footsteps. The lampad out there was a cousin of ours. Or a niece. A great-great-great niece. She was still one of our blood, descended of Las.
I charged down the dune after her.
Pyrriah whooped as she followed. She had a warrior's heart. With her red hair, she could be Sir Angela out of the stories. The fearless knight who went on a quest with her acolyte to slay the dangerous dragon Dominari. And I was Thrak, the orc barbarian won to her cause. The tamer of deadly women. The warlock Faoril, the rakshasa pirate, and even the deadly spirit of his first wife who sought to drain his life away.
But he was too virile for her.
I hit the bottom of the dune. The lamp bobbed ahead. I ran after, my feet smacking on the sand. It was firmer here, almost pebbly beneath my thin sandals. My legs stretched out into a full run. My arms pumped, the wind whipping past me.
I gained on the lampad.
“I'm coming for that pussy!” I cried. “You're going to cum so hard on my dick, Lampad. Just explode!”
“Yes!” my twin sister moaned. “We're coming for you.”
A giggle drifted out of the darkness. The lantern waved in a mocking manner.
I grinned and kept running across the sands. As I got closer, I could make out more of the lampad. She was a nubile woman. Her skin seemed to have a rich, brown hue to it, almost metallic. A warm and inviting color. Dark hair flowed behind her as she raced naked. Her ass had a plumpness to it.
She darted behind a sand dune. Her light vanishing, but its golden glow beckoned, outlining the edge of the sand dune against the black of night. My legs stretched out. I pushed myself to run even faster.
Pyrriah kept pace with me. Her hair flew behind her as she did. I grinned in delight, so glad that she could run as fast as me. This was an exhilarating chase. My dick throbbed in my breechcloth. I couldn't wait to fuck this lampad.
One of Lust's daughters. One of the delicious races he had spawned on the world.
I rounded the sand dune and something spicy caught my nose. An intoxicating musk. I breathed it in. My blood boiled. My dick ached even more as the aphrodisiac scent filled my nostrils. I licked my lips.
It should drive me wild, but I had Las's blood in me. I was an aphrodisiac.
“Oh, wow,” Pyrriah moaned. “I can smell how wet you are for my brother's cock.”
“So wet!” the lampad cried. “But only if you can catch me!”
She was closer. I watched her ass swaying when the swinging lantern illuminated her. The profile of heaving bosoms swaying peeked out around her body. She was a busty and curvy creature. My dick throbbed. I wanted her so badly.
Then she gasped and “tripped.” She fell onto her hands and knees, her lantern landing beside her. Its golden glow spilled over her body, painting her flesh. Her curvy rump was waved right at me. A hairless pussy gleaming with her juices. The spicy musk only swelled.
“Oh, no,” she gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder. There was no fear or concern, only wanton invitation. Her hips swayed from side to side, wiggling that rump at me. “I fell. Please, please, don't ravish me.”
“Don't lie,” I growled, slowing to a walk. I gave her plenty of time to stand up as I strolled to her. “You want my dick in your cunt. You want to feel me ramming to the hilt in your snatch.”
“Yes, yes, so much,” she moaned, her twat wiggling back and forth.
Pyrriah marched on my right. After a dozen steps, a panting Lasla caught up and fell in on my left. Her round tits heaved as she sucked in breaths, her face dripping in sweat. My dragon-mother sauntered behind us.
“Just slam that big dick in my pussy,” the lampad moaned. “I need it. I need to be fucked by that huge cock.”
My dick throbbed. I could see the dark depression she knelt before. Her hands were right on the edge. Here, the sand flowed like a funnel towards the bottom. The antlion would be buried down there, a giant insect ready to burst out of the ground and tear me up if I fell in there.
I better not.
“You need this cock?” Pyrriah asked as I stopped a few feet from the lampad. My twin sister grabbed my dick.
“Yes!” the nymph moaned. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks jiggling as she shook her ass at us. Her hairless slit beckoned. I could breed her. She was one of Las's creatures. I could pump my cum in her and knock her up. My dick twitched.
“What are you going to give us for this dick?” Lasla asked. Her hand joined Pyrriah's, rubbing at the crown. She massaged it, sending pleasure shooting down to my balls.
“My pussy!” gasped the lampad. “You can fuck my pussy.”
“I want to cum in your pussy!” I growled. “I want to breed you.”
“Breed me!” moaned the sexy woman. “Just slam that big dick into my pussy and breed me. Yes, yes, that's what I want.”
“I think she's lying,” said Pyrriah.
“I'm not lying,” groaned the lampad. Pussy cream ran down her thighs. The sands around her rippled like waves. Lampades were like desert dryads. They had the same connection to the sand as dryads did to their trees. “I promise. I want you to breed me.”
“Liar,” purred Lasla. “But once his cock is in you, you'll be begging him to breed you. This dick is the best. You're going to succumb to it. You're going to just explode in rapture.”
“Make me explode!” she moaned. “Stop teasing me. And fuck me.”
Pyrriah broke from me and sauntered to the lampad. My twin sister had no fear. She fell to her knees and smacked the lampad's rump. The plump butt-cheek jiggled from the impact. It was such a naughty thing to watch.
Then she slid her fingers down and down to the lampad's pussy. My sister parted those pink lips. She caressed the inner depths and thrust her finger inside. The lampad groaned. Her back arched and her hips wiggled.
“See, see, my pussy is ready to be fucked and bred by your brother's cock.”
“Mmm, you do feel hot and ready for it,” Pyrriah said. She pulled her finger out and brought it to her mouth. She sucked it in and shuddered. Her hair glowed bright red for a moment as an almost orgasmic shudder ran through her.
The aphrodisiac in the lampad's pussy cream must be intense to provoke that reaction from my twin sister. I could smell it wanting to dominate me. To drive me to pounce on her without any consideration for what would happen.
But I was Las's son. I was horny all the time. It was like I was constantly under the effects of an aphrodisiac. They didn't work on me. They were useless. I grinned and advanced on her, my cock aching and throbbing.
Lasla's hand fell away from my dick as I reached the lampad. She wiggled her ass at me, so ready to have me fall to my knees and ram my dick into her cunt. I could tell how much she wanted me to fuck her hard.
I grinned, so eager to pound her with passion.
I fell to my knees, the sand soft beneath. I loved the way it shifted beneath my knees. I grabbed her rump. Pyrriah grabbed my cock. She snuggled up on my right side, her round breasts pressing into me, and kissed me on the mouth. As she did, she pushed my tip right against the lampad's wet pussy.
“Fuck her hard, brother,” moaned Lasla as she snuggled up to me on my right side.
I thrust forward.
I slammed into the lampad's pussy. I groaned into Pyrriah's lips, kissing her with passion. Her tongue danced with mine as the lampad's cunt clamped down hard on my cock. So hard that I couldn't pull back.
As juicy as her cunt was, she held me in a grip so tight I couldn't draw back my hips. I broke the kiss and pulled harder. My eyes widened as I felt the tissue at the base of my cock stretching. I was in danger of ripping my dick off if I kept fighting to get free.
“Mmm, you like being in my pussy?” she asked. “Isn't my cunt so tight?”
“Yes,” I growled as she cursed my dick. I growled, my dick throbbing harder. I could feel more blood rushing in to engorge my erection, to fight against the crushing pressure of her cunt with more virility.
“You have a powerful cock,” she moaned, but not as powerful as me.
She grabbed the edge of the depression and pulled herself forward. I gasped as her cunt tugged at my cock. I snarled and grabbed her hips to hold her back, but she was strong. We slid on the sands anyways. I was stopping her from ripping off my cock, but she would just drag us into the depression.
What a terrible choice lampad gave their victims. Get pulled into the antlion's nest and keep your dick, or let it be ripped off and live. No wonder there was so much treasure at the bottom of the depression. How many men had the courage to do that?
“Kurtis!” Lasla gasped in fear. “Pyrriah, do something.”
Pyrriah rose. Her red hair glowed brighter, but I already knew what to do. I had figured this out on the flight across the sea.
“Lasla! A chain and collar about her neck!” I snarled, dragged another half-foot forward. I could see down into the pit all the way to the bottom now. Her hands were on the side, sand spilling down. “Put the end in Mother Azuliana's hand.”
“Yes, brother,” she said.
“You won't escape,” purred the lampad. “You're my lover's dinner.”
Sand stirred at the bottom. The antlion moved.
Gold flashed around the lampad's neck. A collar of chains appeared about her throat, the leash leading off to my dragon mother. She yanked hard on it. The lampad gasped. Her head was pulled back. Her pussy clenched even harder on my cock.
But I was ready for her.
I slid my hands up and grabbed her big tits as she gurgled and choked. She struggled to breathe. I squeezed and kneaded them. Lasla stared in awe. My fingers slid down to the desert nymph's nipples. I grabbed them. Pinched them.
Pyrriah's fiery hair died down. She smiled at me. “Brother, I don't know why I'm surprised. You planned this.”
I winked at her.
Then I found the lampad's nipples. I pinched them both. She gasped. Her eyes bulged. It was such a wild thing to hear from her. She clamped her pussy down on me. She held me tight with that delicious snatch, my cock aching inside of her.
“You stop being choked,” I said, tweaking her nipples, “when you release your grip on my cock so I can fuck you.”
She gurgled. I savored the sounds she made. She would have to relax soon. I tugged on her nipples. A strangled whimper burst from her lips. Her pussy's pressure relaxed just a smidgen. I smiled and tweaked them harder.
She gasped.
Her pussy relaxed.
I drew back my cock, her twat still tight, but I could fuck her now. I slammed back into her juicy depths. The pressure on the chain relaxed. She gasped and coughed, her hips shaking. Her cunt stirred around my dick as I plunged into her again and again.
“Las's mighty cock!” she gasped. “You... that... Oh, yes!”
Her hands shifted. Sand spilled down the wall of the depression. I pounded her cunt hard and fast. I drove my cock to the hilt in her. She moaned and groaned, her black hair dancing. Her rich-brown butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact of my cock.
I pumped away at her hard. Fast. I tweaked those nipples as she threw back her head. Her delicious cunt squeezed about me. She gripped me with that tight snatch, but not as hard as before. The friction was incredible.
The ache swelled in my balls smacking into her clit. The wet sound echoed through the desert air. I groaned, pinching her nipples hard. She gasped, her cunt squeezing down hard for just one second. A burst of pleasure shot through me.
I slammed hard into her. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I reamed out her cunt and loved every moment of it. Her twat squeezed about my dick. Her moans echoed as she rocked back into me.
“Fuck my cunt!” she moaned. “Breed me. Oh, yes!”
“Mmm, make my son cum,” my dragon-mother cooed. “Work that cunt, slut. I want his jizz basting your twat.”
“Yes, yes, milk out all of my brother's cum,” moaned Lasla. “You're going to have his daughter.”
“Uh-huh!” panted Pyrriah. She thrust her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her cunt. A ripple of red light ran through her hair. “He'll pump you full of all that cum.”
The sand at the bottom of the depression stirred.
“Yes!” gasped the lampad. “Do it! Explode out and come at me!”
I frowned.
The sand burst up at the bottom of the depression. Pincher-like mandibles burst out of it. The antlion's head appeared. Lasla gasped as the first of its legs wriggled out. it pulled its body out, more and more of its worm-like form appearing. It had legs, though, lots of them thrusting beneath its segmented body.
I shot my right hand from her nipples to her clit. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt and didn't pull back. I grasped her clit and grabbed her little bud. I squeezed and pinched her nub. More sand burst. Around the depression, three more lampades appeared, their busty forms slithering out of the sand. Not a bit of it clung to their flesh like the sand couldn't touch their bodies.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pinching her clit with my fingers.
She gasped as her bud throbbed beneath my touch. Her cunt clamped down hard. “F-feeding my lover.”
“I'm your lover,” I said as the antlion slithered up higher and higher. It awkwardly crawled up the steep slope. “Your pussy wants my cock. Not his. My cum. Not his. You want a real man to make you cum, don't you?”
She whimpered.
I rolled her clit between my fingers and then I yanked my cock out of her pussy. I popped all the way out of her twat, juices dripping from my cock. My ball swung beneath me as I rolled her bud between my digits.
The antlion clicked his mandibles. He growled, wanting to crawl up here and devour me. The and walls shifted. His own bulk defeated him. He fought, though, digging his many legs, each ending in sharp spikes, into the sloping wall and struggled to pull himself another foot up.
“You want this cock fucking your pussy,” I growled, rubbing my cunt up and down her twat. “If you don't call off your little antlion, you won't get to cum on my dick.”
“I...” whimpered the lampad.
“Nayth!” gasped one of the lampades. “Why are you hesitating?”
“His cock is amazing,” she moaned, her clit throbbing beneath my touch. She whimpered.
The antlion crawled higher. It scrambled up the pit as I rubbed my dick up and down Nayth pussy slit. My mother held the chain taut. Lasla swallowed, standing up. Pyrriah stood up, too. Her hair glowed brighter and brighter.
“Beg,” I growled. “Beg for me to breed you before your insect lover. You want my cock more than him. You want to cuckold that bug with a real dick!”
“I... I...” She trembled.
“Nayth!” gasped another of the lampades. “Refuse him! Do not sully our lover!”
“But his cock is so much better!” Nayth moaned and then slammed her hips back and engulfed half my dick. “I want you to cuckold my antlion! I want you to fuck my cunt and breed me! I want your baby! Las's mighty cock!”
“I am his son!” I growled and thrust into her pussy.
Her cunt engulfed me all the way. The antlion froze as his lampad moaned like a whore on my dick. I growled, thrusting hard and fast into her pussy. Her cunt clung to me. Her pussy held me tight. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring that juicy twat around my cock. The pleasure of her snatch felt amazing.
I reveled in it. I loved every second of burying into her cunt. I plowed into her hard. Fast. I rammed into that snatch. I loved the feel of the naughty desert nymph's pussy squeezing about me. Her brown rump jiggled. Her moans echoed through the air.
“Nayth!” the other lampades said, a sound of awe.
“His cock is divine!” gasped Nayth, her pussy clenching about me. “He's Las's son! Our pussies were made for this dick! Yes, yes, yes!”
She came.
Her cunt writhed around my cock. I growled at the feel of her cunt rippling around my dick. I groaned at the heat rushing through me. The antlion's mandibles clamped shut. He slithered back into the pit as his woman came like a whore on my cock.
“Breed me!” she howled. “Fire all of that divine cum in me, Las's son! Yes, yes! Give me your child! I want to have your daughter.”
The other lampades moaned as they watched. They quivered, rubbing at their breasts or pussies. I growled, my balls tightening. The pressure built and built in them. I growled and slammed to the hilt in her pussy.
I fired all my divine cum into her snatch. I flooded her. I pumped her full of the jizz that she needed. Craved. Her pussy convulsed around me. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick. I growled through my clenched teeth. I savored every last spurt of cum into her cunt. Every last blast of my seed erupting into her hot twat.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my God, your son is amazing, Las! He's breading me!”
“Yes!” I snarled.
I pumped all my spunk into her. I emptied my balls. The pleasure hit that peak. I roared my triumph, cuckolding the monster in the pit. He curled up in a ball as his women panted for me. I fired the salt of my cum into Nayth's cunt.
I ripped my cock out of her pussy. I stood up, feeling triumphant. I glanced at the other lampades. “Who wants to be bred next.”
“Me!” the three squealed and rushed forward, large tits heaving.
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Azuliana
The lampades fell on her back before my son. His cock thrust hard before him, gleaming with his seed. He glanced over at me. I stood naked, of course, only my collar and chastity belt on. The key to it was around his neck.
He grabbed it and concentrated. The belt melted away from about me. “Fuck Nayth in the ass.”
“Mmm, fuck her,” moaned Pyrriah as she pulled Nayth down to sit on her mouth. “While I lick her pussy clean.”
“Oh, yes, yes!” Nayth moaned. She leaned down and pressed her breasts into my daughter's stomach.
“You, lick my asshole while you wait for my brother's cock,” Lasla commanded at one of the lampades. “And you”—she pointed at the last one—“lick my pussy. I'm Las's daughter, so worship me.”
“Yes!” both lampades squealed in delight.
Kurtis thrust his cock into his lampad's cunt. He cunt buried hard into her. She moaned in delight, her big boobs jiggling as my handsome son buried to the hilt in her pussy. I groaned and let my hermaphrodite-cock sprout.
It burst from the folds of my twat. I shuddered, my cunt clenching as it grew thicker and longer. I shuddered at the feel of it sliding out of my cuntlips and engorging. My breasts shook. My chain collar and leash rattled.
I fell to my knees. Staring at my daughter sixty-nining with Nayth. Pyrriah licked and lapped at the desert nymph's sloppy cunt, cleaning out all that jizz. The sight made my hermaphrodite-dick throb hard. I wanted to just ram into the lampad's asshole. To fuck her hard and fast.
My daughter's green eyes stared up at my cock. Her red hair already glowed. I wished I understood where her powers came from. They weren't from me. My naiad mother had imparted a strain of water elemental in my blood. I breathed steam instead of fire.
So why did my daughter burst into pure fire? Why did her hair glow? Neither were dragon traits. She appeared human, like Lasla and Kurtis, and yet she wasn't. What had Las's cum done to my daughter? How had the God of Lust created her? Well, his cum was malleable. It produced so many different monsters. The antlion and the lampades were as different as they could be, and yet both were birthed from the God's indiscriminate masturbation across the world.
“Fuck her ass, Mother,” Pyrriah purred, pressing my cock into the lampad's butt-crack. “Fuck her hard.”
“Yes, Mistress Pyrriah,” I moaned, the sensitive tip of my clit-dick pushing into Nayth's asshole.
The desert nymph moaned. Her entire body wiggled atop my daughter as her sphincter surrendered to my cock. I groaned as my hermaphrodite-dick penetrated her bowels. I slid into her velvety depths. Her hot flesh engulfed me.
That wonderful, delicious flesh gripped me in anal heaven. I groaned, sliding deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it. I panted as I went into her asshole. I slid to the hilt in her bowels.
She moaned into my daughter's cunt. She licked and lapped at Pyrriah, eating her out as I sodomized her. I groaned, loving it. I pulled back my hips, my clit-dick sliding out of Nayth's asshole. Her flesh clung to me.
“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling. “I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to make you cum.”
“Good!” Pyrriah moaned. “Fuck her ass hard, Mother. Mmm, you're such a lucky slut to get to use your cock.”
“My Master and son is a generous man,” I moaned, glancing at him fucking the lampad's cunt hard. Her breasts jiggled as she took his dick. “Thank you, Master, for this delight.”
“You earned it,” he growled, glancing at me. He smiled. “Fuck her hard. Cum in her asshole.”
“Yes, Master!” I moaned and slammed into Nayth's asshole.
“Ooh, yes, yes, your hermaphrodite-cock is amazing,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my daughter's cunt.
“So amazing,” Lasla moaned, getting both her holes eaten out by the other two lampades. My step-daughter glanced over at me, her black hair swaying. “But not as good as Kurtis's cock.”
“No, his is divine!” groaned the lampad, her bowels clenching around my thrusting dick. “He bred me.”
“Flood your asshole with all that yummy cum,” purred Pyrriah. “Ooh, Mother, it's hot watching your girl-dick plow into her asshole. You're stretching out her hole.”
“Stretching me out!” whimpered the naughty girl. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so hard. Yes, yes, yes!”
I loved it. I savored it. I pumped away hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. My clit-dick ached and throbbed. The pressure grew and grew at the tip of my cock. That mighty blast of rapture that would consume me. It would be amazing. Intense.
My big breasts heaved as I slammed my girl-dick to the hilt in her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast. That desert nymph moaned, her asshole clenching around my dick. She squeezed tight about me. She held on with that naughty asshole.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her supple back arching. I ran my pale hands over her brown skin. “Your hermaphrodite cock and your daughter's tongue on my pussy are amazing! I'm going to cum!”
“Do it!” hissed Lasla, gripping the hair of the lampad eating out her pussy. “Cum on my step-mother's big hermaphrodite-dick!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” growled Kurtis, slamming his dick into his lampad lover's cunt. He fucked her with passion. He was so sexy to watch.
My cunt grew hotter and hotter with every thrust into the lampad's asshole. Her bowels gripped it while she squirmed on my daughter's face. Pyrriah licked and lapped at the desert nymph's pussy. My tits heaved.
I grabbed one of my milk-laden boobs and brought it to my own mouth. I latched on and suckled. As I fucked the lampad's asshole, I nursed on myself. My creamy milk squirted into my mouth. I groaned as I drank it down, loving the sweet flavor.
I missed my newest children. My new daughter from Kurtis and the children I had bred into my wife and our sylph-daughters. But Kurtis was in charge. He dominated the family. We would return one day.
So long as I lived, Sianili would, too. My wife and I had long bound ourselves together with a shaman's help.
So I nursed and suckled. I gulped down the delicious milk. I drank it all down. My cheeks hollowed as I drank. I shuddered, slamming my hips forward. I buried my cock into that tight asshole, my orgasm building and building.
“Yes!” the lampad my son fucked moaned. “I'm cumming on your holy dick! Yes, yes, yes! Fire that jizz in me. Flood me with all that cum! Ooh, this is amazing. This is wonderful. This is what I want and crave. Yes!”
“I'll pump you full of my seed!” growled my son. He slammed into her cunt. “Take it.”
“Yes!” Lasla moaned. “Take it, whore! Ooh, and take my cream, slut!”
My step-daughter's breasts bounced as she heaved as she came. It was such a hot sight. I nursed harder on my nipple. I gulped down my breast milk. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of my cream. It was incredible.
Then the lampad I fucked squealed. Her bowels rippled around my clit-dick. Her hot flesh sucked at me. Pyrriah moaned, licking and lapping up the lampad's cream. I released my nipple and slammed hard into the cumming lampad's asshole.
I savored the feel of her bowels writhing around my cock. That hot flesh working about me was incredible. I loved every moment of her writhing around me. Sucking at me. It was the best thing in the world.
I threw back my head and growled out my delight. I fired my hermaphrodite-cum into Nayth's asshole.
“Matar's big dick!” I cried out, my pussy convulsing. My clit-dick unloaded my cum. Dual delights rushed through me. “That's so good. Take it. Take my cum!”
Nayth naughty asshole writhed around my clit-dick. She sucked at me. She worked out all the cum from my bowels. It was incredible. I savored it so much. I enjoyed every second of it. The heady rush shot through me. I groaned, my mind blazing beneath the rapture. It was such a treat.
My head swayed from side to side as the bliss flooded out of my cunt and fired from my clit-dick. I howled out as I fired the last of my cum into the lampad's asshole. Her bowels milked my cock dry. She wrung out every last drop of jizz I had in me.
I panted, “Thank you, Master, for this asshole to fuck!”
“You're welcome,” he said. “I look after my Mommy-slut.”
I smiled at him, my body buzzing from the rapture of my orgasm. “Yes, you do.”
I would follow my son around the world as he bred all the women he could.
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Kurtis
My seed planted in all four lampades, they worked at the bottom of the pit by their skulking lover. Their bug was being ignored by them as they uncovered the gold and jewels. They filled sacks of dried leather with the coins and hauled them up.
I stared at the golden discs. They were surprisingly free of tarnish for being buried underground. Just dusty. I polished one with a finger and saw a figure on the back, plump and fat. There were markings around the edges.
“A gold dupondius from Raratha,” said my dragon mother said. She had her chastity belt back on and a big smile on her lips. She had earned her reward for flying us out here. “Minted by Doge Aurelius.”
“He was the doge when Sir Angela robbed the Saltspray Palace,” Lasla said. “Do you think she touched them?”
“Probably not,” my dragon mother answered. “But, still, these are a treasure. Coins are better than the gold bullion.”
“Bullion?” I asked.
“The bars.” She nodded to the bars being stacked. “We'd have to find a money-changer to buy them from us. Coins are better. This is a treasure here.”
“We've been collecting them for several hundred years,” Nayth said, her eyes smoky. “We can collect them for you. If you want to stay.”
The antlion gnashed worried mandibles.
I winked at her. “We have to go. We have to save our father. We have a long journey ahead of us.” Ultimately, I wanted to reach the Serpent Oracle in the Shizhuth empire. But along the way, I had plans. I had other women to breed. All those naughty daughters of Las out there who needed my seed.”
I hefted the sack of coins and threw it over my shoulder. I marched out into the sands, my mother and sisters following. I felt the lampades watching. I knew they were all bred. I could feel it at the root of my cock.
My seed had found fertile soil in all four of them. But there were more women out there who needed that gift.