The Knight and the Acolyte Book 9 Chapter 5: Songbird’s Delight by mypenname3000
Xandra finds such delight in punishing a naughty werewolf who tried to poach her husband. , The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Nine: Blossoming Danger
Chapter Five: Songbird’s Delight
By mypenname3000
Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.
Chaun – The Haunted Forest
The werewolves howled as they carried me through the dark woods. I thrashed. I punched. I kicked. The bitch didn’t feel it. A chill settled onto me. Werewolves were an all female race, single sexed like all the creatures born from Las’s masturbation. The God of Lust had spewed his seed across the world, spawning different creatures from changelings like me to the bitches racing through the world, vaguely humanoid, furry beasts with wolfish features. They needed men to breed.
They fucked them to death.
I didn’t know what was going on back at camp. Something more than werewolves had attacked us. Faoril’s magic was nullified and my wife’s totems were ripped out of her hands by forces unseen. Without her elementals keeping the werewolves at bay, they grabbing me with ease. I was a bard, not a fighter. I battled with my voice, my fingers dancing on lyre strings.
And being jostled on the back of a racing werewolf did not make singing easy.
Was Xandra okay? I was being carried off to my death, and all I could care about was my wife. Love had changed me. It was hard being selfish when you had someone else you cared more about. I once thought I loved Princess Adelaide. I had feelings for the woman, enjoyed our time together, but she hadn’t burrow into my heart the way Xandra had.
Would I see my songbird again?
The werewolf carrying me howled, a horrid sound, no beauty, just a primal call rising from her throat. In moments, others howled from different directions, answering her call. The three werewolves reached a clearing and threw me to the ground. I landed with a grunt, coughing, the ground cold on my back and ass. I was naked. When they attacked, Xandra and I had been in our tent enjoying each other.
“You are hung, male,” the werewolf said, her eyes silver. Fur retracted into flesh, a woman emerging from the horrid monster, skin pale. Large, pillowy tits swayed as she loomed over me, her face beautiful, tawny hair falling about her shoulders, legs long. She ran her hands down her human form to her pussy, rubbing them. “Big cocks equal strong daughters.”
“You won’t get any from me.” I stared up at her. I couldn’t show fear. I knew that. It was hard to control, but questing with Angela had given me a stiffer spine and a stronger stomach. “I’m birthed from Las, like you. I can only breed with a married woman.”
Her foot rubbed up and down my cock. “Big cock.”
“Very big,” a blonde werewolf said, her blue eyes shining. She was petite, hips narrowed. Werewolves took after the race of their father. “Fuck him, Moon. I want a turn.”
Moon, the werewolf rubbing my cock, snapped her teeth at the blonde before she fell to her knees, straddling me. A hot, wet cunt, covered in silky pubic hair, rubbed up and down on my dick. I grunted, fighting the lust.
I couldn’t.
I was born of lust. It dwelt in all of the races spawned by Las. I focused on the most boring subjects—history, mathematics, philosophy. I focused on the rationalist arguments for the natural law of liberty.
And there was a hot cunt rubbing on my dick, a pair of large, pillowy breasts swaying over me, a woman’s face twisting with passion, silver eyes flashing with lust. The scent of hot, wet cunt filled my nose. And my cock responded.
Hardened. Swelled. Throbbed.
“Such a big cock,” the werewolf Moon moaned, sliding her cunt up my shaft, rubbing at the crown, trying to engulf my cock.
“Las’s putrid cum,” I groaned, feeling her pussy lips wrap about my cock’s tip. Her back arched, tits bouncing as she slid down my shaft. Pleasure raced down my dick and spread through my body, banishing philosophy.
“Such strong daughters,” she moaned. “Ebony beauties.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” the blonde moaned, rubbing at her hot cunt and twisting a pink nipple.
Songs. I had to sing. I tried discordant music and that disrupted their fighting, but now lust was motivating them not violence. I had to find the right harmony, melody, style. Something to lull her and weaken her lusts.
A lullaby.
I opened my mouth, sang.
“None of that,” snarled the third werewolf, her skin the rich ebony of the Halani desert, but her eyes were bright, vibrant green. Her hand slapped over my mouth, her round tits dangling over me. “No more of that awful song.”
“Fucking time,” Moon moaned.
She threw back her head, howling with the same intensity she had as a beast, sliding her pussy faster and faster. I groaned into the hand clamped over my mouth. Moon’s pussy felt too good. My cock throbbed in her hot, silky depths. The friction building and building, my balls boiling.
Other werewolves appeared out of the trees, some bloodied by the fight. They became naked women, a diverse group of beauties staring at me with hungry eyes. They rubbed at their cunts, fingering wet snatches.
“Fuck him,” they moaned to Moon, each eager for their own piece of me.
My cock throbbed, tingled. There was something in her pussy. Something that made my dick tingle, ache to cum. An aphrodisiac produced by her cunt. I squirmed, trying to buck her off, realizing that they could keep fucking me and fucking me until I died.
Bucking was a mistake.
My dick slid faster and harder through her pussy. Her cunt clenched down, her body shuddering. She smiled at me, licking her lips, loving the pleasure I gave her. The pressure in my balls built and built, boiling, about to explode.
I was so fucked.
I stared up at the dark trees above, past the heaving, ebony breasts of the Halani werewolf. Trees swaying, snatches of the dark sky bleeding through the roof of thick branches. I tried to focus on anything but the feeling in my cock.
“Cum,” Moon moaned, her tits slapping together. “Cum, cum, cum! Breed us!”
I groaned, fighting my orgasm. But it was so hard. I wanted to breed her.
And then water gathered a few feet away. Drops rose from the ground and descended from the trees, mist condensing out of the air and forming into something amorphous and writhing, the surface rippling and undulating. The werewolves reacted in shock, leaping back, yelping in surprise.
A form dropped from the trees and landed in the water with a splash. It was a woman, slim, hair swirling, holding two totems in her hand. My eyes widened in shock. Xandra. My wife had tracked me down.
Fire exploded into being, painting the clearing in bright reds and angry oranges. Rage glowed in Xandra’s eyes, her body painted in lurid, dancing light as the water surged away from her and slammed into Moon. Tendrils wrapped about the werewolf’s body as it ripped her off my cock and slammed her to the ground beside me.
“That is my husband you’re fucking!”
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Xandra
My fingers danced on the two totems I held. The fingers of my right hand traced the undulating lines carved onto the mangrove wood, puppeteering the water elemental to rip the silver-eyed werewolf off Chaun’s cock, his dick hard, glistening in the fire elementals’ light.
I conjured three fire elementals. The temperature plummeted as they drew heat out of the air to create their fiery bodies. My fingers traced the triangles on the mahogany totem in my left hand, surging the fire elementals at the other werewolves. The blonde screamed as a fiery fist slammed into her chest between her small breasts.
Smoke flared. She reeled back, skin burned as she crashed into the tree, whimpering in pain.
“That’s right, he’s mine!” I howled, a possessive anger surging through me. The fire elementals burned hotter, rushing at the surrounding werewolves, leaving smoldering footsteps behind, the smoking detritus swirling through the air. “Mine!”
They howled in fear, flinching back from the living flames. I was the fire elementals. I moved them all at the same time, my thought split five ways between myself and my four elementals. They raged, swinging, driving back the werewolves.
They broke and ran into the dark in all directions, yelping in fear. They were beasts. They may look like women, but they were afraid of fire like all animals. In moments, all the werewolves were gone save for the one who tried to fuck my husband. She writhed on the ground, body pinned by the water elemental.
“Xandra,” Chaun groaned as she stood up, his cock still thrusting hard before him. He looked so hard, so aroused.
My anger turned into jealous passion as he moved to me, engulfing me in his arms. His hard cock pressed into my naked stomach, so wet with that bitch’s juices. She tried to fuck my husband.
She whimpered, the water elemental tightening its grip on her body.
“How?” he asked. “Your air totem was ripped away? How did you follow so fast? Faoril?”
“I…” I stared up at him as his midnight-black fingers cupped my cheeks, his silvery hair spilling about his face. He was darker than night. “I flew, Chaun. I transformed. I became a bird.”
His eyes widened.
The fire elementals snuffed out as I dropped the mahogany totem. I brought my left hand up to his face, touching him, feeling the smile building on his lips, felt the joy. He understood what that meant. I became a bird. I was fully an avian adult now.
“It was wonderful, Chaun,” I said, tears beading my eyes. “I sprouted feathers, became an owl, and soared through the woods. I moved so fast. The air rippled about me. I was graceful and… and…”
He kissed me as I cried tears of joys, the fingers of my right hand dancing along the lines of the totem, controlling the water elemental. I savored the kiss, his arms, and his cock. The juices on it made my stomach tingle, a hot flush shooting down to my pussy.
I saved my husband. I flew and saved my husband.
I broke the kiss laughing for joy. “I did it, Chaun. I flew.”
I wasn’t a failure as an avian.
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Minx
“I love you,” Xera moaned as I nuzzled at her big breasts.