The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Two: The Shaman’s Struggle
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Xandra – Baraconia, The Island of Birds

I blushed the moment I stepped into my room at the Pirate’s Noose, the inn in which we were staying the night in the city of Baraconia. It was the final shock of a day of shocks. Faoril was on her knees before the hulking, naked Thrak, his cock thrusting swarthy and hard before him thicker than my husband’s. Faoril’s pale, human hands looked so tiny wrapped about the monster as she opened her mouth and licked the tip.

Which was pierced by a bone ring like Thrak’s fearsome face.

“Oh, my,” I gasped, my heart fluttering rapidly in my chest, color blossoming in my cheeks.

It was only yesterday morning that we left my home at Black Glass Aerie and spent two days crossing the Collserola Jungle. My feet were sore from the walking, though Chaun’s singing helped with the exhaustion. It was so hot and sticky, the humidity trying to smother me. The aerie was above the jungle’s swelter, the constant breeze keeping the heat at bay. My skirt and sleeveless shirt clung to my body, the fabric molding to my small breasts.

I felt so exposed. Especially with Sophia giving me hungry looks, reminding me of our guilty tryst.

We had to camp in the jungle overnight. Watches were kept, though I heard lovemaking in the dark for those couples who weren’t on guard against couatls. I caught glimpses of naked bodies in the moonlight breaking through the high canopy. I feared every camp would be like this.

The next day we entered Baraconia itself. The city sprawled and sprawled before us. The halfling city had always been a blur on the horizon, a smudge standing out from the green of the jungle canopy and the blue of the Nimborgoth. It was immense and as suffocating as the jungle. Halflings and humans crowded the street. Couples sometimes rutted openly in windows or in alleys.

It was obscene.

We reached the Pirate’s Noose an hour before sunset, the group deciding to stay the night here and press on to the village of Llanes in the morning. I was famished, eager for dinner, but there were more obscene sights inside. Loose women, human and halflings, with their breasts hanging out, propositioning sailors crowding the common room.

“They’re prostitutes,” Chaun had laughed when he saw my shocked expression. He sat relaxed, leaned back in his chair, a roguish smile on his black lips, his violet eyes dancing with amusement. “Common in places like these”.

And now I had my last shock. I knew we were sharing rooms with Thrak and Faoril, but I did not expect them to be so open about their sex. There was no screen to give them privacy like there would be in the aerie. I had grown up with the sounds of sex, but not the sight.

“That’s it, little mage,” growled Thrak. “Work that mouth up and down my cock. Mmm, yes. You’re hungry for my cum, slut.”

Slut.

The words shivered through me. Chaun liked to call me such wicked, wanton words. And I enjoyed the feelings they sent through me. But to hear another woman be called that name while she sucked on a fat cock was too much. I shouldn’t be here.

Chaun pressed behind me. His codpiece rubbing on my ass while his arms encircled me. He nuzzled into my ear, brushing aside my sky-blue hair. I trembled, licking my lips as he nibbled on my lobe.

“Do you like his cock?”

“What?” I gasped at my husband’s words.

“You’re staring so hard.”

I shook my head, breaking my gaze away. “I only like your cock, my mate.”

It should be true. He was my mate. He was the only man for me. What I did with Sophia the day before yesterday was shameful, even if it pleased Chaun. I shouldn’t have done it. Yes, she was a woman, but it was so close to breaking my marriage vows.

And those were sacred, sworn to the God Luben during my dance.

“Are you eager for my cock?” he asked, his hand sliding down my belly to my skirt. His fingers toyed with the waistband. He dipped one in, brushing my pubic hair.

“Now?” I glanced at Thrak and Faoril. The mage had her mouth opened wide, swallowing his shaft as she stroked him. How could she do that? He was so thick she could barely fit him in her mouth. Despite that, she moaned as she sucked. “They’ll see us.”

“So?”

His hand pressed deeper, his fingers sliding through my curly pubic hair, crossing my pudenda, and reaching the top of my pussy. He brushed my hard clit. I gasped and trembled in his embrace. There was no hiding my arousal from Thrak’s cock.

I was a terrible wife.

“Doesn’t that excite you, Xandra? Doesn’t it make you wet that they’ll get to see you and you’ll get to see them.” He nibbled on my ear again, his finger stroking my clit. Such wicked, naughty delight shuddered through me.

“Chaun,” I protested, but his finger felt amazing on my clit. The flutters rippled through me. I bit my lip, fighting my moan as he rubbed harder. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t stop myself. Faoril’s silver nose piercing flashed in the room’s flickering candlelight as she blew the orc.

Then my gaze followed the sweep of her pale, naked shoulders. I caught the profile of a round breast topped by a hard, pink nipple. I licked my lips, remembering sucking on Sophia’s nipple. And then we had licked each other’s pussies.

What would Faoril taste like…?

No.

“Chaun,” I groaned, squirming in his arms. I looked over my shoulder at my husband, breaking my gaze from Thrak and Faoril. “I…I…”

He kissed me. His wonderful lips were on me. I trembled in his arms. I loved him so much. My race was like that. Avians mated for life. We were not like other species. We didn’t fall in love and then pursue our desires. We fell in love with the mate who took our virginity. A sacred bond that should never be trespassed.

So why was I full of wicked lusts for the other members of my group? Why couldn’t all my desires be for Chaun alone?

Our tongues brushed. His mouth tasted so wonderful. I felt his wiry muscles. He was lean and tall, like an Avian, but with that delicious, midnight-black skin and silvery hair. So exotic. So striking. He was a wonderful mate and lover.

My hips undulated, pressing back into his codpiece. I could feel his hard cock through the stiff cloth. He ached for me. He wanted me. And I wanted him. Not Thrak’s big, swarthy cock. I didn’t need it.

Just Chaun’s.

A shudder ran through me. I moaned into the kiss, trying to ignore the slurping sounds of Faoril’s blowjob and Thrak’s grunts. I focused on the finger. That wonderful finger stroking my clit, making me tremble in Chaun’s loving arms.

The orgasm was small, a quick ripple that left me aching and gasping. I trembled, my pussy clenching, aching for his cock. Juices trickled down my thighs. The heat of my passion for my husband rippled through me. I kissed him harder, thrusting my tongue into his mouth while I squirmed.

Chaun broke the kiss. “You love it.”

“I love you,” I answered, my breasts heaving. “You.”

He pulled his finger from my clit. It glistened in the candlelight. He pressed it to my lips. I sucked it greedily, savoring my sweet musk. My eyes fluttered. I wished it were his cock I was sucking, not his finger.

I twisted in his arms and fell to my knees before him, my hands unlacing his codpiece so I could get at his dick beneath. He smiled at me. “Feeling competitive? Do you need to prove that you can suck cock as good as Faoril?”

My cheeks warmed. “No.”

Was I though?

Faoril’s wet, sucking slurps and moans echoed through the room. She was so enthusiastic. Thrak grunted, calling her cum-slut and cock-whore. “You’re just a slut for cum. You need it. Want it.” And she moaned. She enjoyed those words.

I pulled out my husband’s cock. It was big enough. It throbbed in my hand. My pale fingers could hardly wrap around the black shaft. Precum glistened at the tip, a beading drop begging to be licked. I gathered it with my tongue, savoring the salty flavor as Chaun groaned.

“That’s it. My little, slutty songbird. Suck my cock.”

“Songbird?” I asked.

“My songbird. You sing so sweetly, especially when you’re cumming.”

I blushed, but I liked it. I licked his dick again, bringing another moan from my husband, and then my mouth engulfed his cock. I stroked his base as I sucked, remembering all the things he taught me about sucking cock, keeping my teeth back, swirling with my tongue, loving him. It was all about enthusiasm.

“Make me believe you love my cock more than anything,” he whispered the long night of our first mating when we had made love over and over.

I stared up into his violet eyes as I sucked his cock. I loved him so much. He was mine. He chose me despite my deformity. I couldn’t become a bird, and he did not care. He accepted my dance. I inflamed his lusts.

His hand stroked through my sky-blue hair. I shuddered, loving it as I bobbed my mouth, taking more and more of his dick. My pussy itched between my thighs. I ignored it, pressing my thighs tight together, and kept sucking his dick. It was all that mattered right now. I had to make him cum. I had to make him explode into my mouth.

My left hand fondled his balls. So full of his salty cum. Behind me, Thrak grunted and Faoril noisily swallowed. My pussy itched more. I wanted to look away from Chaun, to see what they did next, but I wouldn’t.

I would prove to him, to myself, that it was his cock I needed. Nothing more.

“That’s it, my songbird whore. Suck my dick. You’re eager for my cream. Need to soothe that throat with thick, salty jizz.”

I moaned my answer about his dick. I fondled his balls and stroked his shaft. I bobbed my mouth, his dick brushing the back of my throat. I sucked so hard as I slid back up its length until only the crown remained. I swirled my tongue about it, bringing a wonderful groan from his lips, and then bobbed down again.

“Oh, you are still so hard,” Faoril moaned. “Ram that big, thick dick into me. My pussy is so hot. So juicy. Sucking your cock made me so wet. Fuck me. I need it. Stretch out my cunt with that big, thick dick.”

My pussy clenched. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to imagine Thrak’s dick filling my pussy. I sucked harder on my husband’s wonderful shaft. My tongue caressed him as I stroked his dick. My fingers massaged his balls, eager for his cum.

I wanted it. I loved it. My nipples ached as I squirmed. I opened my eyes again, staring up at him. Such wonderment and love in Chaun’s eyes. He groaned, growing closer and closer. I sucked as hard as I could, moaning with excitement.

“Oh, you are so eager for my jizz, you naughty songbird,” he groaned as Faoril’s bed creaked.