The Triad and the Gorgon’s Hypnotic Gaze Chapter 1: Taking the Hot Wife by mypenname3000
Discover the intrigue and passion in "The Triad and the Gorgon's Hypnotic Gaze: Chapter 1 - Taking the Hot Wife" by mypenname3000. This captivating erotic tale explores desire, consent, and the supernatural, as a couple's fantasy unfolds under the gaze of a mesmerizing Gorgon. Unveil the allure of temptation and dive into a world of seduction and adventure. Perfect for fans of erotic literature seeking a thrilling read!<br/>
Fiona is upset that her husband is seducing a married women while Aoifa discovers the joys of a new monster to fuck–the barguest. , The Triad and the Gorgon’s Hypnotic Gaze
Chapter One: Fucking the Hot Wife
Aoifa – Southern Lesh-Ke Mountains, The Kingdom of Haz
Reds, yellows, and oranges had descended upon the mountains. The autumn foliage graced the ridge to our right as we rode down the winding, dirt road. It was steep, our horses plodding as they navigated the ridge. I patted Scathach, my black mare, on the neck as she followed my husband and wife.
Fiona was before me. My twin sister and wife wore her white robes, split for riding, and soft, doeskin boots. Her dark-red hair fell in a long braid down her back as her head moved about. We weren’t identical, despite being twins, and I had short, black hair and far larger breasts, shown off they the tight, dark leathers I wore.
Seamus, our husband, led us astride Strider, his black warhorse. He was in his armor, a coat of male, bracers, and greaves strapped over leather pants. He was a burly man with a wild mop of red hair. And he was muscled like a maiden’s fantasy.
I was glad Fiona chose him as our husband over the other paladins. I had very little say in the matter. She was a twinborn witch, gifted with the ability to see the spirits. She lived in a world populated by dancing spirits always talking and showing off to her. It explained her head casting back and forth. She was easily distracted by the spirits.
Because Fiona was twinborn, she had to serve and protect the peoples of the Lesh-Ke Mountains, whether they were Tuathan, like my spouses and myself, or the Hazians that claimed our mountains a few hundred years ago. Custom dictated every twinborn witch and her twin must marry a Paladin of Gewin, God of War.
Fiona chose Seamus. He was a passionate man. Whether fighting, drinking, or fucking, he could hold his own. He was a man after my own appetites. For Seamus and I, marriage meant love your spouses, but no one said you couldn’t take lovers and others conquests.
Fiona disagreed.
My sister was a prude. I loved as more than a sister, but she was so uptight. It was rare that Seamus and I could get her to indulge, and she was forever interfering in our fun. So what if the merchant’s wife wanted to give Seamus a special reward for stopping the bandits attempting to rob her husband’s convoy? Who cared if a handsome buck wanted to prove his manhood by taking me hard?
It was just fun.
Not to say Fiona was shy. In our bedroll at night, she was passionate as she made love to Seamus and me. I just wish she would realize Slata, Mother of All, had gifted women with bodies made for giving and receiving pleasure.
“How much longer until we reach Dev-Lek?” I asked as I squirmed in the saddle of my mare.
“We should reach the village by nightfall,” Fiona answered, “baring any unforeseen misfortune.”
“Now why did you have to say that?” I asked with a groan. “You are inviting misfortune to pray upon us.”
“No, I am not,” Fiona huffed.
“You are,” Seamus said as he turned in his saddle and grinned. He had too pretty of a face for a man. It helped him loosen the bodice and hike the skirt of the most upright wife or timid virgin he met.
Only it was his longsword he loosened in its scabbard. He turned his gaze to the brush, peering intently.
“Do you really expect trouble?” Fiona sighed. “Just because I spoke those words?”
“I’m hoping for it,” Seamus laughed. “I haven’t been in a fight in a week. A man gets rusty.”
“Is that why you always try to bed every strumpet that crosses your path,” Fiona muttered.
“Both my swords need to stay honed.”
“Our husband is dedicated to his weapons,” I giggled.
“Ooh, don’t encourage him,” Fiona snapped. “And, dear husband, do you forget that you have two nubile wives that would be more than willing to spar with you.”
“Aye, sparring with you and Aoifa is exhilarating,” Seamus nodded. “I do so love to do it at least once a day, but a man has to face a variety of opponents to keep his blade sharp.”
“And his cock wet,” I giggled again.
“Aoifa,” Fiona hissed. “And what’s your excuse for bedding every strongman, monster, and whore that falls into your bed?”
“I am a thief,” I proudly declared. “It requires a great deal of agility and a certain amount of limberness. Writhing in bed is a great exercise.”
“And she’s very limber, Fiona,” Seamus agreed. “Remember last week when she wrestled with the panthopus. She had to be very limber to deal with its tentacles.”
My pussy clenched as I remembered how exciting that was. “Yes, he was very—”
Naked women burst out of the brush, their lush bodies smeared with dirt. They were Hazians, with dusky skin and black hair. A wild passion glazed their eyes as they leaped at us. I rolled to the right and dropped from my saddle before one grabbed me.
“The missing women?” Seamus shouted as he seize a buxom woman who tried to claw at his face.
“They must be the missing prostitutes,” Fiona gasped.
Two wild women seized Fiona and hauled her out of the saddle. My wife landed on the ground with a gasp. The two women seized her hands and struggled to subdue her. But this was not my wife’s first fight.
One of the wild women let out a screech as Fiona twisted her attacker’s arm. Then my sweet sister planted the toe of her doeskin boot into the stomach of the second attacker. The naked woman flew back, hissing as she hit the ground and rolled head over heels.
“Don’t hurt them!” Fiona shouted. “They appear under a spell. The gorgon plaguing Dev-Lek is craftier than we believed.”
“Yes, I thought it was strange she was stealing women and men,” I growled as I ducked a naked woman’s scratching slap. The woman hissed at me like a cat and flexed her fingers. Her fingernails were ragged and sharp.
Fiona intoned her magic as I dodged the woman’s attack. As Seamus claimed, I was limber. I contorted my body as I slipped around the woman. I resisted the urge to pull out my daggers and plunge them into her heart. While it would have been a simple solution to the problem, we were here to rescue the missing miners and prostitutes taken by the gorgon.
So instead I pulled out a coil of maidenshair rope. It was braided from the tresses of a dozen Tuathan virgins, giving the rope a fiery hue mixed with strands of black and auburn. With deft fingers, I uncoiled it. No rope was suppler than maidenshair, and despite its thin width, it had the strength of iron chains.
The wild woman swiped with her fingernails. I caught her wrist and twisted. The woman gasped as her body turned, her breasts bouncing. A loop of rope went around her wrist. She struggled in my arms. I let her go. She jumped away, the rope sliding through my hand as I gave her some slack.
Then I jerked.
The woman screeched as she stumbled back towards me, her free arm windmilling to keep her upright. I seized her other wrist, twisted again, and bound her hands behind her back. I gave her plump bottom a squeeze before I swept her legs out from beneath her. She fell to the leaf-strewn ground. Autumns leavings crunched beneath her body as I rolled her onto her belly and tied her right ankle to her hands.