The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter Two: The Princess’s Bard
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Chaun – Unmik, Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch</storng>

My three balls boiled. I groaned, running my pale hand through my wife’s sky-blue hair. My hand normally wasn’t Zeutchian-pale but midnight black. Nor did I normally have a muscular body, broad in chest and shoulders, thick thighs, and sandy-blond locks spilling about a ruggedly handsome face. I was normally slim, wiry, with an almost effeminate beauty that made women’s hearts melt.

My wife sucked hard on my cock, changed in size to match the Zeutchian warrior she spotted in the common room. The moment her sapphire eyes had alighted on him, I saw the lust churning in her body. The desire for the man to fuck her hard had kindled in her married pussy.

But she would never break her marriage vows again. She would never lie with a man that wasn’t me. Luckily for her, I could take on any shape I wanted. Normally, changelings used this ability to seduce married women, assuming the identity of their husbands gleaned from their thoughts to impregnate her.

And when I stared at my wife, gleaning the man dominating her thoughts, it was me I saw. That was so intoxicating. She loved me even if she lusted after the man whose form I assumed.

Her small hands stroked my cock, sliding up and down the shaft as she knelt on the inn floor. We were in the Mermaid’s Song, an inn in the port city of Unmik in the Princedom of Asunow, one of the dozen of princedoms who were united under the loose confederation of the Princedoms of Zeutch. I was a fugitive here. Prince Gruber of Kivnar, the Princedom north of Asunow, wanted me dead for cuckolding him. It was dangerous for me to be in this nation.

But Angela’s Quest was too important.

Sophia let out wanton moans. At the other end of the room she was bound to the wall and fucked hard by Xera’s elf-cock. The lesbian acolyte had discovered in Drakin Castle she could fuck a hermaphrodite and not lose her connection to her goddess. And she loved it, screaming out her pleasure. At first, she thought it was a man about to fuck her. I provided the voice while Aurora sucked my cock, helping Angela with her naughty game.

But now all my focus was on Aurora. She stared up at me, her eyes sparkling with delight as she bobbed her mouth up and down my cock. She swirled her tongue about the crown. She made me groan. My hand tightened in her hair.

“That’s it, you little, married slut,” I growled. “Just want my seed flooding your mouth. What would your husband think?”

She shivered, sucking harder, loving the game. She was naked, her small breasts quivering, her nipples so hard. Her tongue flared around the crown of my dick. A naughty sweep that had me grunting and trembling, the pleasure shooting through me.

My balls tightened. I only had two in this form, but they were both boiling, eager to flood her mouth with every drop of my cum. My hips fucked my cock in and out of her mouth. I groaned, muscles in brawny chest tightening.

I came.

My cum spurted into her mouth. Blast after blast of hot, creamy jizz. She moaned, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, eager for every drop. She swallowed it, eyes fluttering. Her tongue swirled around my crown, stimulating me.

Then she pulled her mouth off my dick. “We must hurry before my husband discovers us,” she moaned, panting. “He’s so jealous.”

“He should be,” I growled, seizing Aurora’s shoulders. I lifted her with ease. This body was stronger than my normal one while her form was so light. She was an avian, capable of transforming into a bird, her bones hollow.

I threw her down on the bed, Sophia moaning louder and louder in the background, savoring Angela’s gift. I didn’t care. I had eyes only for my wife and our naughty game. My dick throbbed hard before me, soaked by her saliva.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, spreading her thighs. She ran her fingers up to her shaved folds, her slit girlishly tight, her vulva puffy with her arousal. “Take me. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. Oh, you made me so wet. Fuck me! Hurry!”

“Your poor husband has no idea how much of a slut you are.” I crawled onto the bed, seizing her thighs. “How much of a wanton whore.”

“No idea,” she moaned, trembling. She reached out, stroking me. “Oh, you are so big and hard. Mmm, I’m going to love this cock in me.”

I leaned down, kissing her hard, claiming her married mouth behind her husband’s back. Her eager hands guided me to her dripping pussy. She rubbed my girth up and down her married flesh. I shivered, feeling her urgent desire, the need to be fucked before we were caught by her husband.

I thrust into her, groaning into her kiss. She shivered beneath me, pussy clamping down on my girth. Her hot pussy engulfed every inch of my cock. Her thighs locked about my waist. Her hips writhed, stirring my cock through her juicy cunt as she kissed me with such passion. She needed this. To be fucked by a man who wasn’t her husband.

I broke the kiss. “Beg,” I growled. “Beg for me to pound that slutty, married cunt until you explode.”

“Please,” she moaned, eyes glossy. “My husband could come back. We have to hurry. Pound me. He mustn’t know.”

I groaned, drawing back my hips. Her lower lip quivered as her pussy clenched down on my dick. The friction burned hot. Then I thrust into her depths, my balls thwacking into her taint. She gasped, thighs tightening about my waist, her nipples hard on my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! Luben’s sacred oaths, I’m such a naughty wife for doing this.”

“But your hot pussy just needed to be fucked by a real cock.”

“So badly.” She bucked again, grinding her clit into my crotch. “You’re so strong and muscular. Oh, I love it.” She hugged me tight, undulating beneath me as I plowed into her. “Fuck me!”

The bed creaked and rocked as I pounded her married cunt. My balls smacked over and over into her taint as I savored the sweet embrace of her pussy. The friction burned pleasure through my body. I pounded her as she gripped my back, fingernails clawing. She moaned with every thrust, singing out with her beautiful voice.

She was so hot and lithe. So eager to violate her marriage vows and be fucked by a real man with a real cock. My cock. Her pussy clenched hard. Her husband was such a fool for letting her out of his sight.

But that was my gain.

“Take it,” I growled. “This is what you wanted, little slut. A real cock.”

“I did!” she moaned, fingernails biting into my back, clawing with her passion. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Pound me! You’re such a stud!”

Her fingernails burned across my back. I grunted, loving it. I buried harder and harder into her pussy. The pleasure surged through me. It made me groan and gasp. My balls thwacked so hard into her, full of my cum. The pressure built and built.

Her neck arched. I sucked on it, marking her. Wanting her husband to see proof that another man had enjoyed her passion. Her thighs squeezed so tight about my waist as I did. Her moans sang out with such beauty.

“So close,” she moaned, hips grinding her clit into my pubic bone. “Just a little more.”

“Cum,” I growled. “Cum on my cock harder than you cum on your husband’s!”

“Yes!” she howled.

Her body bucked up against me. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. That wonderful, rippling bliss of feeling a married woman’s cunt convulse about my cock, eager for my cum. Not her husband. Mine. It was so intoxicating.

“Yes,” I growled, driving into her. “Beg for my cum!”

“Cum in me!” she howled. “I need it.”

I drove into her spasming depths. My balls boiled. I erupted into her, spurting blast after blast.

“Chaun!” she screamed. “Yes, yes, yes, Chaun, cum in me! I love it! Love you, Chaun!”

As the pleasure hammered my mind, I blinked. I was Chaun. Not the Zeutchian warrior whose form I took. I wasn’t cuckolding anyone. Aurora wasn’t really a married slut. I shook my head, the pleasure boiling through it, staring down at my wife, at the love in her eyes. She loved me. Even in this form.

“Aurora,” I panted, collapsing on her, feeling her body tremble beneath me, her breasts pressed into my muscular chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, thank you. You’re such a wonderful man, Chaun.”

“You’re a lucky woman. You get to cheat on your husband with your husband.”

She gave a wicked giggle, hands sliding up to stroke through my blond hair. “Mmm, I am.”

She pulled me down for a kiss, her lips gentle, loving. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. It was wonderful to be in her. Our tongues dueled. Xera, Angela, and Sophia had fun in the background. I didn’t care what they were doing. I just wanted to hold my wife, to lay atop her, feel her wrapped around me and—

“Angela!” Xera cried out, not in passion, but alarm.

I broke the kiss with Aurora, turned my head, and watched Xera race to the window, her hard cock bouncing before her. Aurora stirred beneath me, blinking her eyes, her pussy clenching down on my cock as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“What?” Angela asked.

“Soldiers,” Xera reported. “Lots of them looking for criminals.”

“Us?” Angela asked, her hands shooting to Sophia’s bonds.

“I thinks so. They’re surrounding the inn and…” Xera’s pointed ears twitched. “I hear magic.”

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Warlock Faoril

Metal clanked outside the window. I frowned, turning my attention from Thrak stroking our sex slave’s wavy-brown hair. Thyrna sucked hard on Thrak’s cock, pleasing my husband. His swarthy chest rippled as he grunted his pleasure. Her nipple ring again graced her right breast.

The metal rattle grew louder. I rolled naked from bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. I had cum hard playing with Thyrna, using my magic to whip her and bind her while fucking myself with it. My butt was still sore from falling to the ground. I was so lost to my pleasure, I burned through the power of Thrak’s cum.

I should have paid more attention to my reserves, but I was orgasming so hard.

I reached the inn’s window, staring out into the rainy night. It was dark, but torches spurted, held by armored men. More surrounded the torch bearers, carrying long spears as they spread out across the inn.

My heart squeezed. This wasn’t good.

Beside a man on horse, wearing a black cloak embroidered with silver thread, stood three figures in red robes. Robes identical to mine hanging on a nearby hook. Journeyman Mages of the Collegiate Tower.

“Las’s putrid cum,” I groaned as the mages rose into the air. The rain, which had been pounding on them, suddenly fell around them, striking invisible barriers of air.