The World of Erasthay – The Son of Lust Chapter 7: Breeding the Desert Nymph

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.