The Son of Lust Chapter 19: Sister’s Naughty Training Incentive

The Son of Lust

Chapter Nineteen: Sister’s Naughty Training Incentive

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 – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I had two weeks to get good for the fight.

The next day, after having a good sleep with my women, I felt invigorated. Ready to train. I stepped onto the sands of the small square; Princess Lavhi’s personal training sands. It was about thirty feet on each side with a covered walkway around it where my women watched.

“Good luck, Master,” whimpered Lavhi. She lay on her side, a dildo buzzing away in her cunt. The rakshasa-princesses had a dreamy smile on her lips. She looked to be in paradise.

“I can do this,” I said, wearing my armor for the first time. My left arm felt so weighed down. I had a bracer around my forearm, a couter around my elbow, and a pauldron over my shoulder with a gardbrace to cover my upper arm. That and the chainmail kilt was all I wore. My chest was bare to the sun and the attacks of the others.

“You look hot in gladiator armor, Master,” Princess Naryu said.

“Okay,” Pyrriah said. “Just sparring. We’re going to gauge how good you are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, swinging my wooden practice sword before me. It was shaped and balanced like my tulwar. “I’m ready.”

“We’ll see,” said Korvan, Princess Lavhi’s guard captain. Well, he was my guard captain I guessed. I owned all her slaves. The one-eyed man grinned at me and then rushed in, swinging his wooden blade, a straight sword.

Our weapons clattered together. The training Pyrriah gave me on the Treasure Box came back to me. I faced the man with confidence. I could do this. I could triumph over the asshole. I attacked, whipping my blade at him.

He blocked and parried. The man was good, but he didn’t have Pyrriah’s skill. And she had taught me. I grinned and knocked back blows. My confidence swelled and swelled with every moment. I would prevail. I would triumph over this cock-sucker.

I smacked back his attack. He squinted his good eye. His cockiness had vanished. He took me seriously now. I definitely could do this. I swung in at him. He knocked my sword to the side then did something I didn’t expect.

As he retreated, he dug the toes of his sandaled foot into the ground and then kicked sand into my face. I gasped as it sprayed over my features. It clung to my lips and got in my mouth. But worse, it was in my eyes.

“Gods damn!” I gasped, blinking. My eyes hurt. My vision blurred. I couldn’t see anything. Anger surged through me. He cheated—

His sword slammed into my chest. Pain burst across where he hit me. I gasped and fell back on the sand. I wheezed for air while I rubbed the sand out of my eyes. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I blinked out the last of the grip.

“What was that?” I demanded. “You have to cheat?”

“No rules in the arena,” said the guard.

“He’s right, Master,” said Princess Naryu. “Kicking sand in your face is a part of it.”

“Damn,” I groaned.

“You need to do better,” said Pyrriah. “If Korvan had taken you seriously from the start, he would have defeated you before then.”

“What?” I muttered, standing up.

“You need encouragement.” Pyrriah cupped her head over my ear and whispered.

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Lasla

Kurtis stared at our sister in shock. His jaw dropped. I had never seen him looked so stunned before. I squirmed, curiosity brimming inside of me. I glanced at my sister as she marched off the sand. She rejoined me.

“What did you whisper?” I asked her. “Please, please tell me.”

“That he would get no pussy from any of us if he can’t beat Korvan.”

I burst into wicked giggles. “That’s so mean.”

She shrugged. “He wants to do this idiocy. I won’t let him get himself killed, so I have to do what I can to keep him alive.”

“What about the sex slaves?”

“I’ll stop them,” Pyrriah promised.

I believed her. There was something serious in Pyrriah that had never been in her. This iron in her eyes and her spine. This fight was bringing some part of her that had long been buried in her. It made her so different from me. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t march into the arena.

I couldn’t defy our brother the way she did.

What made her different from me? Was it our mothers? That had to be it. Even though we looked identical, save for our hair color, we had different mothers. That had to affect us. It was easy to think that the three of us were triplets, but I was really their half-sister.

Pyrriah’s arm went around my waist. She pulled me to her as if she could sense the pain I was feeling. I leaned my head against her shoulder and smiled. I was so comforted by her touch. Her hand slid up and down my side. She found my breast, kneaded it.

My pussy grew wet.

“That’s really, really not fair,” muttered our brother. He had the sand out of his eyes and was ready to begin. “I can feel you turning Lasla on.”

“I can have pussy,” Pyrriah said. “You’re the one that needs to get better.”

This time, it was clear that Korvan didn’t hold out from the start, but our brother was amazing. He danced around the sand. He battered back the swords, flowing. It was almost beautiful. The sun glinted off his muscular chest. He looked so sexy in his armor that only covered his left arm.

My pussy grew hotter. Our brother could sense it, the poor guy. But that was the way life worked sometimes. Woman’s pussies got all nice and juicy. What were you going to do about it? My cunt was on fire. Just dripping with such excitement.

I gasped and squealed and cheered my brother on.

Sweat flew from their bodies. Both men were handsome, but my brother was gorgeous. Their blades traded clattering blows. My pussy clenched as I waited to see who would win, Pyrriah massaging my tit the entire time.

It was so naughty of her. I loved it.

I licked my lips, the heat dripping down my thighs. Kurtis swung his weapon a few times then he had disarmed his opponent. I cheered as he tripped the one-eyed fighter and knocked him on his ass. He landed there heavily. He panted, staring up at my brother.

“You did it!”I squealed.

“Yes, I did,” Kurtis said.

“Okay, you won that fight,” Pyrriah said. “You get to enjoy Lasla’s pussy. One fuck and then you have to get back to training.”

I squealed in delight and rushed to my brother right there on the sands. Korvan rolled over and up, rubbing his thigh where he had been hit. I didn’t care. I just reached my brother and attacked the belt holding up his chainmail kilt.

It fell off of him with a rattle and his big dick sprung out. I groaned at the sight of him. I wanted to suck on him, but he had to get back to his training. I spun around and knelt on the ground where Korvan had lain. I wiggled my rump, pussy cream soaking my black bush.

“Fuck me!” I moaned, so eager to be taken in the bright sunlight while our family and slaves watched us.

“Damn,” he growled and fell to his knees behind me. His cock smacked into my rump. I shivered in delight at the contact of his dick on my flesh.

Then, even better, my sister knelt before me. Pyrriah’s drenched red bush appeared before my face as her thighs scissored open. My tongue danced over my lips. I dove my head for her cunt, nuzzling into her wet curls. I kissed at her tangy pussy.

I licked at her. I lapped at her with hunger. My tongue flew over her folds. I loved devouring my sister’s cunt. It was the best pussy in the world. Hers and my mother’s. I missed my mother and my daughters. I closed my eyes against that longing.

I would see them again.

Kurtis pressed his cock into my bush. He wasted no time finding my dripping cuntlips and thrust. His cock rammed into my pussy. I groaned at the incestuous thrill of being filled by my brother’s cock. It was so amazing.

So I thrust my tongue into my sister’s juicy snatch. As my brother rammed to the hilt in my cunt, I invaded hers. She moaned, squeezing her thighs around my face and holding my lips to her pussy. I licked at her. Lapped at her.

“Las’s big dick,” groaned our brother. He thrust into my cunt. He buried deep and hard into my snatch.

I shuddered, loving that dick slamming into me. It was amazing to experience him filling up my pussy while I licked at our sister’s pussy. I devoured Pyrriah’s twat with hunger. She groaned, her round boobs jiggling.

“Mmm, that’s it,” groaned my brother. He pumped away at my cunt. “Eat eat that pussy.”

“When doesn’t Lasla eat pussy?” groaned Pyrriah. “Ooh, she’s got her tongue deep in me.”

“Good!” grunted our brother.

My pussy clenched down on his cock. I held him tight as he buried into my snatch again and again. I wiggled my hips around his dick. I trembled, reveling in this pleasure. It was fantastic. The incestuous delight swelled my orgasm. I would have such a big one. Just a mighty explosion of cum.

My cunt clenched about him, increasing that friction. I reveled in the heat swelling in me. I would have such a bit explosion of bliss. Just a huge burst of ecstasy that would sweep through me. It was fantastic. I shuddered, building towards that orgasmic moment.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned into my sister’s pussy.

I flicked my tongue up to her clit. I suckled on her bud. She gasped, humping her snatch into my mouth. She smeared her hot flesh against my hungry lips. Her clit slipped from my lips, but I found it and latched back on.

She groaned, “Lasla!”

“Mmm, make her cum!” growled Kurtis as he pounded my cunt, his balls smacking into my bush. He drove into me hard and fast. He buried into me again and again.