Kurtis and his sisters reach thier first city. He's eager to find a hot wife and cuckold a husband.
The Son of Lust
Chapter Eight: The Hot Wife's Naughty Comforts
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.
Kurtis – Remna
The desert led right to the city.
We marched out of the sand dunes towards the walls of Remna. The city looked almost the same shade as the world we just left. Made of beige stones that towered up into the air. As tall as trees. I had pictured cities so many times in my life, trying to imagine what they must look like. I had always thought of our own camp, a collection of huts we lived, worked, and stored items in. I pictured that repeated a hundred times. Maybe more.
This...
Beyond the walls, more buildings of beige stone rose. They thrust up in different shapes. Some narrow. Some wider. I swallowed at how permanent they were. Not the huts we made out of wood lashed together with palm fronds for roofs. They built of stone with such precision. Such shape and control.
How?
“Kurtis!” gasped my sister. Lasla grasped my hand and pointed.
Farther down the wall, there was a break in it. A cave that people were passing in and out of them. Lots of people. My jaw dropped at the robed figures that moved in and out of the city, leading large animals. They must be horses or camels that I had heard about. They were pulling large sleds with wheels. Dust rose about them as they headed down a track in the rockier land where these sand dunes ended.
“So many people,” Lasla whispered. She pressed tighter against me, her body barely clad in anything. While these humans covered everything in clothes made of linen or cotton or silk. All those fabrics our mothers would casually mention but had no real context in my mind.
I swallowed. Part of me wanted to be intimidated by the river of people flowing in and out, but I couldn't be. I had to be strong. For Lasla. Even Pyrriah looked apprehensive. She stood on the other side of me, her right arm reaching across her stomach to grab her left above the elbow. She clutched herself, eyes wide.
“I know,” said Mother. “I can smell the stink of them from here. Unwashed herder. Look.”
A flock of animals being led by several men with long poles that curved into hooks at the end approached. A metallic clank came from the bleating animals. They were gray. I frowned, never seeing their like before.
“Goats,” said Mother. “Being brought in for the slaughter, Master.”
I gripped her chain in my right hand. “Come on,” I growled. “We have supplies to buy and a ship to find.”
“We should buy weapons, too,” Pyrriah said. “That many people...”
I nodded. Thrak used his mighty ax and Angela had her sword. Xerathalasia her bow and Minx her knives. I could use a sword, right? How hard was it? We marched across the sand. As we did, people noticed us and stared at us. They had cloth wrapped around their head, their skins a rich shade of brown, different from our pale flesh. It wasn't tan, either. They were naturally darker than we were.
Men stood at the gates. They wore black robes with spears in their hand. They glanced at us as we approached, their swarthy faces furrowing at the sight of us. We wore so little. I felt suddenly embarrassed at only being in a loincloth.
I didn't care. I straightened my back and marched up to the gates with confidence.
“Hoy,” the first said. “Whacho you business 'ere.”
His words were stranger than I was used to, but I understood him. “Looking for a boat.”
“Where you all come from?” another asked. “Not from 'round here, is you?”
I swallowed. “No, we're from far away. We're just travelers. We need a boat. That's all.”
“You cross the desert dressed like that?” the second guard said, glancing at us. “How come you're skin ain't burn off? You magickers?”
Magickers... “Yes. We have magic. That's how we got here.”
The guard flicked his gaze around my women. “You lookin' to sell the blue 'aired wench. She got big titties. Good money 'ere for 'er.”
“My mother is not for sale,” I said, anger growing in me. “Are we free to go in.”
“You got your mother walkin' naked in a slave collar?” the first guard said, blinking. “Pater's cock, that's barkin' insane. Wouldn't treat my mam like that.”
“Maybe she don't cook that good,” the second said. “If my mam didn't cook good, I'd sell 'er off. Least then my wife stop whining 'bout the old biddy.”
“So, can we enter?” I asked, getting annoyed.
The first guard shrugged. “We was just curious. Anyone can enter Remna. Least so long as you don't got no bounties on your 'eads. You got a bounty?”
“No,” I said and marched forward, leading my mother on her chain, my sisters at my side.
Remna bulged with people. The streets were packed with them. There were so many of them.
Everywhere I looked, more people. Men and women moving about. Vendors lined the streets, selling food, knickknacks, knives, clothes. They all had their booths. Every other intersection held a well where women drew water and balanced the jugs on their heads. They moved with a grace that was exciting to watch.
Everyone stared at us. They eyed us, shaking our heads. Not everyone here had brown skin. There were people with reddish skin and blue, even pale skin like us. They dressed differently from the locals, but they wore pants and shirts or dresses; they didn't go around naked or in loin clothes and breast bands.
At the first merchant who sold clothing, we stopped. I was tired of the attention. He grinned at us, his teeth stained brown by something he chewed. “Got pretty robes for pretty girls,” he said. “Give good discount for little sucky.”
“Sucky?” I asked.
“Yes, yes. Say girl with red hair. She sucky me and I give good discount.”
“My sister is not blowing your cock,” I growled when I realized what he meant. I didn't like his eyes staring at her tits. She was mine.
She glared back at him. “You bring that dick anywhere near my lips, and I'll bite it off!” Fire flared down her hair.
He laughed. “She got fire in her. I like. Give big discount to poke her. Geurdan have good cock. She like poke. Poke hard.”
I seized him by the front of his robe and hauled him close. “How about I go to your house, find your wife, and give her a poke? How does that sound?”
“Like my wife have good time,” he said, grinning. “She like young man poke her. She got good cunt. You like. You like much. I give good deal on my wife cunt. Yes?”
I thrust him back. “You'd sale your woman to another man to use?”
“Of course,” he said. “She's my wife. Why else marry woman if not profit from her body? Now, if you won't let me poke the redhead, how about the slave. Mmm, she's got big tits. I could warp them...”
The reptilian growl coming from my dragon-mother cut him off.
“Right, right, well, no discount then. You buy my very fine clothes. Just the finest. You like. Make women look pretty and not like they are whores for sale.” The man shook his head. “It cruel to parade them around like this and not let honest merchant rent their pussies or mouths.”
“Only our brother gets our pussies and mouths,” said Lasla, clinging to me.
The man gasped. “Pater's cock, incest? Only the gods can enjoy that. Go, go, I no want sell to you. Incest! Sister-fucker! Phaw!”
I spat back at him then I boldly cupped both of my sister's asses and led them off.
“I can't believe that,” Lasla fumed. “Incest is bad? It's the greatest thing in the world.”
“He'll sell his wife's cunt like she's a common whore, but the idea that my pussy is only for my brother is disgusting?” Pyrriah snarled on the other side, her hair flaring red.
“Incest is not... accepted wildly,” said Mother. “I should have warned you. I had grown... complacent. You will find it sometimes, often sisters who will enjoy each other for the titillation of others. Or a mother and daughter sharing a man. But a brother and his sisters, or a father and his daughter, is seen as wrong as most places.”
“Pater fucked all his daughters,” I growled. “He married Slata! His daughter! I bet there's a temple to her here.”
“He's Pater,” our mother said as if that explained it all. “The gods are allowed to do as the please.”
“Well, we're demigods,” I growled, marching up to another clothes merchant. “I want to buy clothes, and if you even think about offering to fuck one of my women, I'll punch you in the face.”
The slender man blinked. “Do you have gold?”
I picked up a pouch full of the coins from the bottom of the antlion nest and shook it.
“Then, good sir, I won't dream of offending you. Let us find the proper attire for your women to wear so these mistakes are not made by others.” He glanced down the road to where his competitor glared. “Geurdan is a pig who would sale his own mother's cunt for a brass half-penny.”
“Good,” I said.
We purchased clothing. Mother frowned and muttered something about being charged too much, but it all seemed silly to me. These coins didn't do anything. On the island, I might have traded a knife to my sister for a fishing net she made. Something that was useful for something that was practical. But these coins...
Why did they love them so much? Because they were shiny.
We were wrapped up in clothing. I was in a dark blue robe that belted at my wrist with a braided cord of leather. On my head was a wrap of white cloth tied in place. It was made of linen and surprisingly light.
Pyrriah had a green robe, though hers was cut differently to hug the curves of her body. A thicker belt cinched her waist, pulling it the cloth tight over her hips and across her rump. Instead of a cloth wrapped around her head, she just wore one draped over it and then held in place by a leather band. Lasla and my mother had matching dresses, purple for my sister and red for my mother, the color contrasting with her blue hair. We each bought sandals to wear from another merchant.
The strange looks vanished now. We looked like these people, though that seemed like such a waste. My sisters looked hot walking around in next to nothing, but I didn't like all those men who had leered at them like they were for sale.
No male but me could touch them.
Besides, I knew what they looked like beneath the clothing. The shape of their breasts, the curve of their asses, the taste of their pussies.
Clothes weren't the only thing we needed. We bought spare outfits, but we'd also need packs, which were made from tough leather. We bought succulent food from street vendors, flaky bread with meat and vegetables, all spiced in ways I had never encountered before me.
“What is this?” moaned my twin sister as she munched on hers. Red light flashed beneath her eyes. “It's so spicy.”
“Pepper,” Mother said. “I haven't had it in so long.”
Lasla sneezed. “Don't breath it in, though.” She sneezed again, making such a cute sound.
I smiled and savored the flavor. I had two of them, my stomach full. I sucked my fingers clean. We moved on, heading into a part of the town that rang with metalworking. Jewelry was on display here, gold and silver with strange stones as ornamentation. I noticed women with necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings. Some even had nose rings.
I purchased a pearl necklace for Lasla on a string of gold thread. She smiled in delight when I placed it around her throat. For Pyrriah, I bought her a gold ring with a ruby on it. I slipped it onto the third finger on her left hand.
“Brother!” she squealed and kissed me on the mouth.
“Oh, brother, “Lasla moaned and pressed in and kissed me, too.
I groaned, savoring the feel of their lips on mine. They were kissing me with hunger. Their tongues danced around in my mouth. My hand slid down and grabbed their rumps. I held my sisters tight to me, my cock swelling up in my breechcloth I wore beneath my new robes.
I wished I could feel their naked skin, though.
Then Pyrriah broke the kiss and gasped. She broke from me and rushed over to a merchant who had weapons on display. Behind the old man out front was the open workshop. Men were moving about, most my age but a middle-aged and grizzled man supervised them. They wore pants and leather aprons, no shirts. Muscles rippled as they pounded hot metal. Fires burned. The ringing sound echoed. Sparks flared.
“Look,” Pyrriah purred. She picked up a curved sword with a straight hilt. The blade was slender and sinuous. “What is this?”
“A tulwar,” said the man. “You be careful with that. It has an edge. That's good steel. High-quality blade. You could cut off your own hand if you're not careful.”
“It's perfect,” Pyrriah said and fell into a strange stance. It looked so natural. Her legs spread apart, difficult because of the tightness of her robe. She held the blade out before her, looking dangerous. Then she swiped at the air before her.
It wasn't just clumsy slashes, either. They looked too precise. Too controlled to be random. My brow furrowed as I watched the blade flashing before her. She whirled about and came to a stop, breathing slightly, her hair's glow spilling past her face.
“I thought you didn't know what that was?” the old man grumbled. “You pullin' on my cock or somethin'.”
“Sorry,” Pyrriah said. She looked shocked that she had done that. Then she glanced at me.
“How much for the sword?” I asked.
“Oh, eight gold dupondius.”
I blinked at the amount. Nothing we'd bought had cost a single gold dupondius, not even the jewelry. It seemed like a lot of money, but the way Pyrriah held the sword stirred something in me. She looked perfect with it.
“I'll buy that one for her and this one for me,” I said, picking up another blade. They were similar construction, but there was a subtle difference between the two. I held it, struggling to adopt her pose.
What looked natural for her felt awkward for me.
“Shift your grip, brother,” she said. “And not as tight. Yes, yes, and move your feet further apart.”
My sandaled feet shifted on the ground. I came closer to her stance, but I still felt awkward. My leg muscles stretched in new ways. The sword wasn't heavy, but it had a weight that I could feel in the strain in my forearms.
“We'll practice,” she promised, smiling at me.
I nodded to her. But why did she have this natural affinity? The questions surrounded my twin sister ached at me. I wanted to know. I had so many questions I needed answers from the oracle: how to save my father from Throwia's bondage, how to breed my step-mother and half-sisters, and what exactly Pyrriah was.
“Do you want a sword, Lasla?” I asked.
“Mmm, I think I would rather use my toys,” she said and winked at me. She created a long dildo in her hand out of celestial gold. She waved it at my sister.
The merchant's jaw dropped. “You just... How... What magic is that?”
“The naughty kind,” Lasla said and made it vanish.
Pyrriah gasped. She shuddered and shot Lasla a wild look. Color blossomed across my twin's tan cheeks. Her hips wiggled. I could hear a faint humming, the sound of one of Lasla's naughty toys buzzing away.
I grinned. I didn't know Lasla could make them appear in a woman's cunt. That was naughty. Pyrriah's warrior stance faltered as her hips wiggled. She squirmed in her robe, looking so delicious in her new outfit. My cock throbbed.
“We'll take the swords,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.
The merchant nodded, and I counted out the coins. We had already spent about a quarter of them. I strapped my sword belt with the scabbard on with ease while Pyrriah squirmed there. Her breasts jiggled in her robe as she struggled to fasten hers. She whimpered, her hair flashing with red light.
The merchant gave us strange looks.
“Oh, Lasla,” Pyrriah moaned one we were out of earshot, “I'm going to pull this dildo out of you and jam it so far up your backside.”
“Promise?” asked Lasla, her eyes flaring.
“Yes!”
I laughed.
We moved through the town, heading towards the sea. The temperature grew cooler. A salty scent filled the air. Ship masts appeared, but the sun was setting. Darkness was falling on the world. Mother suggested we find an inn. I had heard about those in the stories. Places where Angela and her companions had fun, like that inn in Lor-Khev where a Halanian belly dancer had enticed Sophia to dance with her. They had put on a wild show.
It was where the had met Chaun the Changeling bard. He was great at cuckolding men and fucking their wives.
I wanted to fuck a wife. A proper wife, not one of my mothers.
We found an inn. We walked in and a friendly man greeted us. He had the swarthy, brown skin of the locals, a thick, bristling beard of black with two streaks of gray in it. He marched up in not a robe, but baggy pants and a vest.
“Welcome, welcome, travelers,” he said. “Come and take your ease in the Oasis. Finest inn in Remna.” He frowned, eyeing them. “Though your features are foreign, you look newly clad in our garb.”
“We had some issues with our clothing,” I said. “We'd like a room.”
“Just one?” he asked, glancing around.
“With the biggest bed,” I said, “for me and my women.”
“Of course, of course,” he said, glancing at them. “Such beautiful roses. That'll be a silver a pierce for the night with dinner and breakfast included.”
I pulled out the coin. The moment he took it, he turned and called, “Anadalia, my beloved, we have guests.”
From across the room a willowy and mature woman sauntered. She wore the same loose pants and vest, though hers were of purple cloth with a pink band around her breasts since she didn't have the robe closed. She wore a sparkling amethyst in her bellybutton. Her black hair fell down around her face.
“Oh, guests,” she said, smiling at us. “How lovely.”
“Yes, yes,” he said. “Show them to the corner room, third floor. That shall suit them nicely.”
“Just the one room?” Anadalia said.
“Mmm, yes, yes,” moaned Pyrriah, her body shuddering, the vibrating dildo humming away in her cunt. “Our man likes to keep us close.”
“You are all his women?” The innkeeper's wife raised a thin, dark eyebrow. “My. How do you keep up with three women.”
“We have to keep up with him,” Lasla said, a big grin on her face.
I offered Anadalia my arm. “Shall we see this room. See if it meets your needs.”
I glanced at her tits jiggling in her breast band and moving beneath her vest. “We'll see. Though it is promising.”
“Oh, you're a bad one, huh?” she said, her voice throaty. She stared at me with that hot look. I stirred it in women. My sisters and mothers had resisted, not wanting to transgress, but this wicked wife had smoldering eyes.
“You have no idea,” I said. “If I'm going to stay in this inn, I'll need to do a thorough examination of the accommodations.”
“And just what do you think the accommodations are in this inn?”
“Bed, food, comfort,” I said, grinning at her. Those breasts jiggled as we rose up the stairs.
“And did you not bring three comely ladies to provide that comfort?” she asked as we reached the second floor and continued up another set of stairs. The walls, made of smooth, beige mud that had hardened solid, passed by us.
“They are my solace,” I said. “But there are always new flowers to pluck. New delights to sample. A man has to enjoy new beauties to appreciate the ones he owns.”
“And what will my husband think of this?” she asked. “I don't recall you negotiating any extra accommodations beyond the usual, right?”
“He will think, 'I am an innkeeper who sees to the comforts of my guest and will have a reputation that shall draw me more business.'”
We reached the third floor as she laughed. “Oh, so you think my comfort is something every guest who slumbers beneath our roof should enjoy. We have girls for that. They would be more than willing to provide that.”
“But I'm not interested in girls tonight,” I said. “I want a woman. Ripe and mature.” I glanced at the last door. “Is this it.”
“Yes, it is,” she said and grabbed the brass handle set in the wood. Her thumb depressed a lever and the latch clicked. She opened it up. The craftsmanship here was superb. The room was located at the building's corner, with windows on two walls. A large bed lay in the middle. It would be a tight fit, but Mother could sleep on the floor. “As you can see, it is as spacious as we have, but... You may want another room. It will be a tight fit with four of you in here.”
“Five,” I said, my hand sliding down to squeeze her rump through those baggy pants. She had a firm one.
“Oh, you going to hire one of my girls for the night,” she said, slapping my hand away and flashing me a playful smile.
“I told you, I'm hiring a woman,” I said, the door closing behind us.
She sauntered to the bed, her hand smoothing over the quilted blanket draped over it. There were several pillows with tassels around the edges. Then she stopped at a nightstand. There was a glossy pitcher that was so smooth and shiny. Beside it was a matching bowl. It was a level of pottery beyond anything we could make. Ours were so rough and dull. How had they got that gleam?
“Fresh water for your morning ablutions,” she said. “And a complimentary chest of drawers to store your items in if you wish to unpack. The window has a view of the fig trees growing behind the inn. In the morning, larks singing in them. It's quite beautiful.”
“Mmm, this is a lovely room,” I said, moving up to the wife. I grabbed her vest and slid it off her shoulders.
“I told you, I'm not for sale,” she said, staring at me, her eyes dark.
“So you're going to stay the night for free?” I asked. “Your poor husband. Well, I won't complain at this generous gift.”
“You are a bad one,” she moaned. “You're too handsome for your own good. You're almost beautiful.”
“Uh-huh,” moaned Lasla. I heard clothing rustling behind me. Kissing. I knew my sisters were locked in their own play as I slid off the wife's vest. Her large breasts swelled the band of pink cloth tied about them. The knot was underneath her left arm.
“Mmm, and you are just a gorgeous woman,” I said. “If your husband didn't want me to do this”—I grabbed the knot and pulled—“he shouldn't have sent you up here with me.”
“He's a trusting man,” she moaned as the cloth whipped away from those large, round breasts.
I grabbed them and squeezed them. They were so soft, like my dragon-mother's tits. My fingers were a light tan compared to her rich brown. Such a contrast. Her nipples were an even darker shade. Not pink at all. How exciting.
I ducked my head down and sucked on her nipple. She moaned, her hands sliding through my hair. Her whimpers echoed through the room. I nursed on her fat nub. She groaned. I stared up at her, loving the way her face twisted in delight.
“You are condemning my husband to run our inn alone and watching our children without my help,” she moaned.
I popped my mouth off her nipple. “You sure you don't want me to compensate your husband for your time.”
“I'm not a whore,” she moaned.
I grinned and sucked her other nipple into my mouth. Behind me, I heard my sisters moaning and gasping. The toy buzzed. Then Lasla squealed in delight. I just knew that Pyrriah was fulfilling her claim. She had that dildo rammed deep into Lasla's asshole.
Anadalia groaned. She stared down at me with her eyes lidded with passion. She shuddered as I nursed on her nipple. She wiggled her hips from side to side, the sound of her passion echoing through the room. It was a treat to hear. A pure delight.
I enjoyed it. I swirled my tongue around her nipple. I flicked and fluttered at it. I loved how she gasped and moaned. Her passion echoed through the room. Her face twisted with passion. She bit her lip.
“I don't even know your name,” she groaned. “How are you, stranger, able to so thoroughly turn me on.”
“Kurtis,” I told her and then fell to her knees. “Let's find out just how much I turned you on.”
She groaned as I undid the string holding her baggy pants up. I pulled them down, a tangy musk rising in the air. Lasla squealed in the background. I loved her moans, a delightful symphony that accompanied my fun.
I unveiled the wife's pussy. A thick, black bush hid her treats. But I spotted some of her folds through it. She shuddered, stepping out of the pants, her thighs flexing. She parted them, her large breast jiggling. She sat down on the nightstand, staring down at me with a feverish light.
I buried my face between her thighs. Her bush slid over my cheeks and nose. I groaned as I breathed in her married musk. This was what I wanted. A man's wife. To cuckold him in his own inn like Chaun would.
He wasn't my favorite hero, but he had his fun.
I kissed at Anadalia's pussy. She gasped, her breasts heaving. She shuddered as I fluttered my tongue up and down her thick pussy lips. I licked and lapped at tangy delight. Her boobs jiggled together.
“Kurtis!” she moaned. “Oh, Kurtis, you are a wicked man. I should be helping my husband.”
“But you would rather be here getting your cunt devoured.”
“Yes!”
I grinned and devoured her cunt with hunger. Her married twat tasted delicious. I fluttered my tongue over her folds. Then I thrust into her. I soaked in her tangy delight. Her passion mixed with Lasla's gasps and moans.
My dick throbbed with aching heat. I thrust my tongue deep into the wife's cunt. I swirled about in her. I loved feasting on a woman and taming her with my tongue. Then my cock would pound her. I would fuck her married pussy hard.
I would dump my cum in her.
My dick throbbed beneath my robe. My hands gripped her thighs as I swirled my tongue around in her cunt. My lips brushed her clit. Her curls caressed my cheeks and face. She had such a wet twat. Such a delight to enjoy. I groaned as I feasted on her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Slata's hairy cunt, you know how to lick pussy, Kurtis.”
“Mmm, he does,” Mother moaned. “My Master is the best.”
“Gods damned best!” Lasla moaned. “Oh, Las's big dick, Pyrriah, ram that dildo into my bowels.”
“Mmm, yes,” Pyrriah purred.
“Your women are so passionate,” moaned Anadalia. “I see why. Oh, that tongue... You are melting my pussy.”
I licked at the woman's pussy. A wife and mother. I loved her cunt with all my passion. She groaned, her boobs heaving and bouncing. My cock throbbed. I had to be in her. Enjoying her cunt. I had to pound her fast and hard.
I flicked my tongue put to her clit. I brushed that bud. She gasped. Her thighs squeezed about my face. She held me tight. Her boobs heaved as I nursed on her bud. Her face twisted with such wicked passion.
“Oh, Kurtis, yes!” she moaned, a bead of her pussy juices running down my chin. “You're going to make me explode. Gods, yes. Pater's big dick, that's good! Yes!”
Her body bucked and heaved. Her breasts bounced above me. They were such a delight to witness. I loved every moment of it. I savored watching them heave together. They were a delight. I drank her pussy cream gushing out of her twat.
I made her cum. I gave her pleasure.
My dick throbbed as licked at her furred muff. I feasted on the cream pouring out of her married pussy. She whimpered and moaned, her breasts smacking together. Her face twisted with the passion of this moment.
“Kurtis!” she cried out. She was ready to be taken hard.
And I was ready to plunder her.
I rose up and kissed her. Her lips melted to mine. I cupped her large breasts, kissing the married woman with passion. She opened my robes. Her hands reached in and pushed down my breechcloth. She grabbed my cock as I spilled out. I groaned as she caressed me. She stroked me with her hungry hands.
I let go of her tits and shrugged out of my new robes. They fell to the ground. My hands grabbed her big boobs again. I kneaded them as I kissed her with feverish hunger. Her hand reached the tip of my dick. She rubbed across the crown. Pleasure shot down to my balls.
She broke the kiss and stared at me with her feverish eyes. “Oh, Kurtis, you are so much bigger than my husband.”
“I know,” I said and then pulled away from her.
On the bed, Lasla shuddered on her hands and knees. Pyrriah thrust the dildo in and out of her sister's bowels, fucking Lasla hard with the golden shaft. My dragon mother had slipped out of her robes and knelt, refraining from touching herself, her chastity belt on.
“Open the window,” I groaned to Anadalia. “I want to fuck you from behind. I want you crying out to all of Remna and tell them just how amazing my dick is.”
“Oh, you are a bad boy,” she moaned. Her palm rubbed harder into the tip of my cock. “I just can't say no to you. Mmm, you're too sexy.”
I winked at her.
She slipped off the nightstand and headed to the window. It was made of diamonds of glass held together in some sort of metal frame. I had heard of the substance, glass, another of those things my mothers had tried to describe. Now it made sense.
Anadalia opened the window and planted her hands on the sill. That thrust her head out, her tits jiggling. She wiggled her brown ass at me, her thick, black bush beckoning between her thighs. I stared at the hole that I had to plunder.
I had to fuck her hard.
“Oh, my god, yes!” Lasla moaned. “Oh, I'm cumming.”
“Good,” Pyrriah purred. “Because you have to lick my cunt. I need you feasting on my twat.”
“Only if Mother Azuliana is eating my pussy,” groaned Lasla. “Mmm, Mommy-slave, I want that pussy on my cunt.”
Anadalia looked at me over her shoulder. “Mommy-slave? Mother Azuliana?”
“That's our mother,” I said. “Those are my sisters.”
“Incest?” gasped the sexy wife.
I pressed my cock into her cunt. “Mmm, and you're going to be sharing in it tonight. It's such a treat. You should try it out with your children when they're old enough.” I smiled. “Like with my son.”
“Your son?”
I thrust my cock into her pussy. I shuddered at the feel of her married cunt sliding around my cock. She had such a juicy twat. She felt amazing around me. I groaned, loving the way she squeezed around me. She felt amazing. I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. Her cunt squeezed around me, holding me tight.
“Then son I'm going to breed in your cunt,” I said, her pussy squeezing around my dick. “How does that sound?”
“Gods, you are a wicked man,” she moaned. “You would impregnate another man's wife?”
“Don't you want me to breed your hot, juicy cunt?” I stirred my dick around in her twat, pleasure rushing down my shaft.
“Yes!” she purred. She looked out at the grove. “Oh, Gods, yes, yes, breed me! Pater's big dick, fuck me hard. I love this cock. It's better than my husband's.”
I drew back my hips. Behind me, my sisters moaned as they reveled in their lesbian incest. I slammed back into the married woman's fertile pussy, my hands grabbing her hips. Her moans echoed out to the fig trees and the darkening city.
It was so hot hearing her gasp and moan as I slammed my dick into her pussy. My heavy balls smacked into her hot flesh. I groaned at the bliss created by burying into her cunt. Twat squeezed around my dick, welcoming me into her depths.
“Oh, yes, yes, breed my pussy!” she gasped. “Gods, you're huge. You're so much bigger than my husband.”
“Wot's that?” a man asked. Someone moved down below. “Vedr's queef, is that the innkeeper's wife gettin' fucked out the window.”
Another man moved up and looked. “It is. Anadalia's getting taken hard.”
“So hard!” she moaned, her cunt squeezing down on my cock.
“Ooh, fuck her, brother,” Lasla moaned between licks at Pyrriah's cunt. “Pound that sexy woman hard.”
I did. Hard. I buried into Anadalia's married cunt. I thrust hard into her snatch, her hot flesh gripping my cock. My balls smacked into her flesh. They brimmed with that enhanced cum. The fertility of my father suffused my cum.
I knew I would breed her. I could feel it as I drove my cock into her hot and married pussy. I slammed into her depths as she moaned out the window. The men below loved the sight. More seemed to be drifting out of the inn.
“Pound her hard!” rose up from below. “Fuck that slut. Damn, I always wanted to get my dick in Anadalia.”
“Never thought she'd let a patron plunder her cunt,” another moaned.
“Your dick was never big enough, Tashek!” she called back. “Oh, god, but Kurtis's... This is a magnificent cock!”
Her pussy clenched tight about me. She held me in her snatch. I savored every last moment of burying into her. I threw back my head, my heart pounding heat through my veins as the men below envied the position of my dick.
My hands slid around had gripped her big boobs. I squeezed them hard. I jiggled them in my hand as I plowed into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to hilt in her again and again. Her pussy wiggled around my cock.
She stirred her snatch around me. It felt incredible. Just a delight to enjoy. I groaned at the heat. The way she gripped me. It was amazing. I thrust into her. I kneaded her tits as I pumped away at her hot cunt.
“Oh, Gods, yes,” moaned Pyrriah. “Oh, Lasla, get that tongue in me. Ooh, you're going to be drinking all my pussy cream.”
“You know I love to!” Lasla moaned. “Ooh, Mother Azuliana.”
“What's she doing to you?” I panted, driving my cock hard into the woman's cunt.
“She's sucking on my clit,” whimpered Lasla. “She's got those naughty lips just nibbling around on my bud. It's incredible.”
“Good,” I groaned, thrusting hard into the innkeeper's wife, my balls growing tighter and tighter.
“Mmm, I'm going to cum on this big dick!” gasped Anadalia. “Oh, Kurtis, ram that dick into me. Pump that cum into my pussy.”
“Flood her, sonny!” shouted from below. “Vedr's queefs, that's hot. Look at him squeezin' those big lovelies.”
“So big!” another groaned. “Give my left nut to be in her cunt.”
I loved it, slamming hard into her cunt. The pressure in my balls rose to that pinnacle. I couldn't hold off my longer. I groaned, my face twisting in rapture. I was so close to erupting. I slammed hard into the innkeeper's wife. Her pussy squeezed about me.
“This cock is so much better than my husband's!” she cried out to the watching men. “Yes, yes, yes. Pater's big dick, I'm cumming!”
The innkeeper's wife gasped as her pussy convulsed around my dick. Her hot twat rippled and writhed around me. That wonderful sheath sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tightening as I buried into her.
“Cum in her, brother,” Pyrriah moaned.
“Yes, yes, cum in her!” gasped Lasla. “Ooh, Mother Azuliana, lick my cunt.”
“Don't stop licking mine,” Pyrriah moaned. “I'm going to cum again. Yes!”
Hearing my sister cum while experiencing the hot wife's cunt writhing about my dick sent me over the edge. I buried into Anadalia's cunt. Her hot twat spasmed around me, sucking at me. I groaned and erupted.
My cum pumped into her pussy. I knew that I was breeding her. I could feel it as my balls unloaded my cum into her twat. She gasped, her pussy spasming harder. She threw back her head, her snatch rippling and writhing around me.
“Oh, god, you're breeding me!” she moaned. “Oh, another baby. Yes, yes, give me another baby. I love it!”
“Las's big dick, yes!” I growled. “A strong son who's going to grow up and fuck that pussy!”
She gasped, her cunt writhing around my dick. She wrung me out. That wonderful, married pussy milked my cock. I savored breeding my first wife. My balls unloaded into her hot snatch, pumping all my seed into her.
The pleasure slammed into my mind with each eruption. My sisters were moaning in the background, sharing in the pleasure. The rapture. I loved the sounds they made. Lasla and Azuliana would be devouring hot pussy cream.
“Gods, yes!” I groaned, hitting that peak. I fired the last of my cum into her pussy.
I felt amazing as we dressed to go down for dinner. I had Anadalia on my arms. Her husband saw her, his face flushed. She gave him a big smile as she led us to our table. She sat beside me, doting on me while her seed soaked in her pussy.
her husband came over, washing his hands. “Is, uh, everything to your liking.”
I glanced at his wife. “Oh, yes, this is definitely the best inn in all of Remna.” I pulled her close. “Mmm, your wife is making it such a special experience.”
“Good, good,” he said, swallowing. “And how long will you be staying.'
“Sadly, just this one night, husband,” said Anadalia. “I only get this one night to enjoy his cock.”
I grinned, loving her hand squeezing my dick. I feared my family and I wouldn't get much sleep tonight. But it would be relaxing anyways.
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Lasla
I felt refreshed the next morning. The bed was so comfortable and the presence of the innkeeper's wife had been such a naughty delight. I loved licking my brother's cum out of her bred pussy. I hummed as I dressed in my new robe. It felt so strange to wear so much, but the cloth did feel nice around my skin.
The fabric caressed me like a lover's hands. Soft, like my sister's.
Pyrriah somehow looked fierce with an identical set of garments thanks to her sword. She wore that with natural grace. Kurtis not quite as much. He kept shifting it as we headed out, leaving the innkeeper's wife to get ready.
Her husband wasn't to be found, but breakfast was being served by the morning staff. There weren't many people here. The sun was rising, but people were still sleeping. We broke fast on a breakfast of something called cheese and dates. The cheese was so strange. Wedges of white, waxy substance. But it tasted good and was filling while the dates were sweet.
Anadalia appeared, giving Kurtis parting gift of smoky passion before we departed for the docks. I clung to Kurtis's left arm, so excited to sail on a ship. We were having an adventure. I still missed my children, but my brother wanted this and... his excitement was infecting me. I was so eager to sail the world with him. I didn't know what we would find, but I was eager for the experience.
The masts of the ships rose up like strange trees. Some had people scrambling through the rigging. The docks came into view, a long stretch of more beige sandstone with piers thrust out into the bay. They looked to be built on stone that had been dumped into the harbor to form platforms. Ships floated beside the docks, gangplanks thrust out to the quays. Other ships were anchored in the harbor, floating out there, the sun rising beyond them.
The breeze was cool and salty. It was such a familiar scent. The only thing familiar about this place. We stared at the ships. They all had two masts, but not a single one looked the same. Different color wood, shape of their hulls, the levels of their decks, how they were rigged. Sailors of all different ethnicities crewed the ships. Kurtis studied them and then he paused at one ship that had several halfling females moving on the desk. There was a human woman, too. She was climbing up in the rigging.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Halflings.”
“Lots of women,” I purred. “What are you thinking with, brother?”
He winked at me then called out, “Ho, the ship. We seek passage.”
A bronze face appeared over the railing. Metallic-red hair swayed in the breeze. She had a mature quality to her, not a young woman. Her breasts appeared large for her size, straining the linen blouse she wore.
“We can discuss price,” the woman said. “I'm Telesi, captain of the Treasure Box.”
Kurtis smiled. I had a feeling I knew what sort of treasure box he wanted to plunder. As we headed to the gangplank, I shuddered. This was it. The true start to our adventure. From here, we would sail out across the world, getting farther and farther from home.
Closer and closer to answers.
We'll save you, Father, I prayed as Kurtis and I headed up the gangplank.