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(Part 17 of our story)

Ana

Bailey moaned softly as she watched Roselyn and Rachael sensually make out atop herself and Rickett. It would be a lie to say this was what she had in mind when she and Rickett made their bargain earlier, but she wasn’t complaining in the least. Just watching the two beautiful women lock lips, their tongues gently playing against each other had her back to throbbing hard again, her enormous monster straining against the sticky mess inside her own shorts. The finger Rachael trailed down her body set her nerves on fire, her back arching into the light touch of her nipple, before groaning softly as that finger teased her rock-hard abs.

Roselyn gave a soft moan herself as her breasts were fondled, before watching Rickett’s expression as Rachael choked him, enjoying his jealousy as she smokily kissed Rachael’s shoulder while grinning at him, slyly continuing to play with her ass from behind while she toyed with Bailey, letting him enjoy watching his wife’s attention wander even as she played with him. It was clear he was desperately close, but from Rachael’s words, she’d also forbidden him to cum without her express permission. This was exquisite torture for him, as she rocked her pussy against his hips, sensually devouring his condom-wrapped cock each and every time.

She giggled at Rachael’s explanation. “Hehe. Their expressions are so fun though! This one made the cutest face just now~. Plus, she’s still so hard! I’ll bet I could get at least five or six more from her before she passes out…”

Bailey gave a groan at that last sentence, even as Rachael’s finger, smeared with a enormous, sticky dollop of her own cum, was pushed against her lips. The order to suck on it was given, and she obeyed, opening her mouth and sucking the richly musky, cinnamon-tinted cum off that slim digit. Her head bobbed slowly, repeatedly, soft lips forming a heavy suction even as she ran her tongue along it, making sure she got every last drop.

The combination of sensations and the heady power at her fingertips was clearly too much for Rachael, who leaned in to kiss Roselyn again, which the redhead was happy to oblige. Sensuously and ferociously making out with her ‘sister’, knowing the pair of prisoners beneath them would be going crazy just watching them, especially once Rachael visibly climaxed from it. Roselyn’s hand at her front dipped down, stirring up Rachael’s clit, pushing her through her climax, while the fingers at the back continue their gentle play, rubbing and pushing at her tender nether entrance. The wily author didn’t let up, especially when she saw Rachael aftershock just from the expression on Rickett’s face.

Her fingers came away sticky from Rachael’s pussy juice as she watched Rickett whimper, and she gave a giggle. “I’ll admit, it was fun to watch his expression also. Though I have an idea of what might make it even worse for him…”

She reached up with her juice-tainted fingers and wiped them off, just under Rickett’s nose. Now that spicy scent of his wife’s fertility was right on his face, infecting each and every breath. Knowing that might very well set him off, and that Rachael didn’t want that to happen yet, Roselyn’s other hand moved from Rachael’s ass to Rickett’s balls, taking a different grip than she used on Bailey, and giving a firm tug. It would be jolting, and a hellish mix of squeezing pleasure-ache, as she forcefully fondled them, never going over the line of actual pain, but somehow increasing the sensual ache of testicles that desperately needed release, but unable to cum.

“Oh my, now THAT is a great expression~,” she giggled at Rickett’s face contorting, even as she smeared her hand over his face, coating more of it in Rachael’s juices, so that he couldn’t escape it, like Roselyn had marked him with his wife’s body. Her fingers only briefly pushed into his mouth for a quick cleaning before pulling back, even as Rachael withdrew her finger from Bailey.

“Th…thank you for…. NNNN… letting me cum earlier… m…Mistress Nymph…” Bailey ground out softly, her cock twitching again as she watched her wife stoke Rickett’s fire. She honestly did feel a little bad for him, and was truly grateful she’d been allowed to cum.

“Aww, so obedient already~,” Roselyn cooed, wiggling her hips happily, grinding on Bailey’s cock as she finally threw off the white bathrobe entirely, before slipping her hands into Bailey’s waistband, catching both shorts and boxers at once. “By the way sister, it seems you’ve met this knight before. Don’t be too mad when I steal her from you, alright? I’ve taken a liking to this one~.”

She made it sound inevitable, and clearly enjoyed the implication that she wasn’t taking Bailey back- she was seducing her away from Rachael. The shorts and boxers slid off, finally allowing Bailey’s monster erection to jut up into the air, visibly twitching with each heartbeat.

“Oh wow, she’s really enormous~,” Roselyn giggled in fairly convincing wonder, teasing up that shaft with a finger, and giggling even harder when that produced a heavy dollop of precum. “My, she’s already raring to go again. MMmm, I can’t resist myself, though. I’m going to see what it’s like to take it in my front, sister. No condom- don’t tell the other nymphs, they’ll think I’ve gone mad…”

She sat up over Bailey’s cock, having to bring her feet into a squat on either side of Bailey’s middle to get the correct height. All three of the others had perfect views of Bailey’s immaculate, ridiculously thick pillar, the head pushing up against Roselyn’s cunt, teased by her dripping-wet lips.

“Ooo, I wonder if I’ll even be able to take it all, sister…” she whispered softly, as if in wonder and desire, though at least the second one was very real. Knowing she had three pairs of eyes glued to her, she pushed down, giving a ragged groan as that fat head spread her aside.

“B… by the Forest Queen!” Roselyn moaned out, her eyes clenching shut, jaw dropping open slightly as that enormous spire pushed inside her. It was completely believable that this was her first time ever taking Bailey in her pussy- it looked almost too small to fit, and Roselyn’s motions were exactly reminiscent of someone who was feeling the impossible stretch of that cock, unprepared. “S…stretching me… so… big!”

The theatricality of her narration only added to the illusion of the story unfolding before them- a nymph taking the enormous cock of knight, unprotected in her pussy, for the very first time.

Certainly Bailey’s sharp inhale and whimpering moan seemed to indicate it was almost too tight to bear. The truth was more that her cock had returned home for the first time all day, and just feeling that unparalleled Paralus-blooded snatch tighten around her, welcoming her back so slowly and lovingly, made her fingers claw at that couch cushions, her impressive muscles straining.

“It… aaah.. it’s g… getting so deep… bottoming me out..” Roselyn continued her over-the-top dialogue for her enraptured audience as she ground down that shaft, feeling those familiar crisscrossing veins grind against her insides in the absolute best way. Her beloved wife had returned, and as turned on as she was, feeling her g-spot stretch to the absolute limit and then have all those familiar crenels and valley’s re-engraved into it had her on the edge instantly. Her hips visibly shook as she continued to slowly swallow that shaft, inch after inch disappearing into her pussy, like an impossibly lewd magic trick.

“I… I can take it though… I… she’s splitting me… hollowing me out… s-sister I… NNNN… IT’S SO GOOD!” She cried out as she slammed down to the hilt. Inside her, Bailey’s cock followed its familiar path, under her womb into her fornix, the spongy tissue there well used to being pushed and reshaped into Bailey’s image, her own private domain inside Roselyn’s pussy, that only she had ever reached. The uterine nerve endings surrounding that pocket lit up in ecstasy, even as Bailey’s cum vein now pushed down from on top of the nerve cluster Rachael had been hitting earlier through her ass, and those veins were still grinding against her g-spot. It was the perfect cock for Roselyn, hitting everything at once.

Of course, there was a show there for her audience as well. Rickett and Rachael could see, from the visible bump in Roselyn’s stomach where her womb was being pressed up, just how deep Bailey was in Roselyn’s guts. For Rachael, a promise of the future. For Rickett, a reminder of what he’d already experienced, as well as Bailey’s answer to his hyper-compatibility.

Roselyn’s climax hit immediately, powerfully, as the key to her lock struck home. “I… I’M CUMMING!” She cried out, one more nod to her theatricality, even as she rushed forward. Her legs straightened, now her feet pressing against the couch pillows to either side of Bailey’s head, pushing her back onto Bailey’s cock to grind it as deep as efficient, even as her arms reached out and wrapped around Bailey’s head, pulling her into the depths of Roselyn’s cleavage- and her nose right against that disbursement point as it fired with Roselyn’s shuddering orgasm.

Bailey had no defense as her face was smothered, her cock suddenly squeezed like a vice, while her head was completely surrounded by Roselyn’s climax-driven pheromones. This position was something Roselyn liked to call her ‘certain-kill’ move, and… well, Bailey certainly hadn’t found a way to stop it in all the years she’d been married. Her balls clenched tight and she found herself exploding inside her wife’s pussy on first insertion, more humiliation on top of what happened earlier. Great gouts of white cum audibly filled Roselyn up, and then slurched out of her cunt as it spasmed and shook around Bailey’s cock, mixing with Roselyn’s own juices as they washed over Bailey’s convulsing balls.

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Rachael watched, still twitching from the delight of her husband inside of her and the sweet blissful agony on his face, as Roselyn took it up a notch higher. Rickett shuddered again as his wife’s juices were wiped in his beard under his nose. The scent of her made him groan and he snaked his tongue out to taste her. The peppery scent of her fertility influenced her taste as well and Rickett found himself battling cumming again. WHY do you make things worse for yourself?!

Rickett knew he wasn’t gonna make it. Rachael had started to squeeze him again and her scent and taste clung to his senses. Well, if he was gonna disobey and cum, he was gonna disobey in a flashy manner. Gathering his legs under him, he prepared to begin thrusting up into his wife before a soft hand gripped his aching balls. “What are you? OH FUCK!” Rickett needed to get away from this touch. It felt good, but there was something that was making everything worse. He tried to writhe away from it, but Rachael tightened her thighs on him and he felt her pushing down on his chest.

“What manner of witchcraft is this?” he gasped as his orgasm receded, but the need to cum redoubled. His eyes were wild with confusion and lust as he felt Rachael begin to rock on him again. He could truly see them as the cruel and vengeful nymphs they were portraying now. The smiles of pure delight in the two women alone enough to chill him. More of Rachael’s juices were spread on his face as he surrendered to the fingers pressing into his mouth. Rickett’s eyes followed Rachael’s as she watched Roselyn throwing off her robe and revealing herself in all her stunning naked glory.

Rachael smiled as Roselyn played on stealing Bailey from her. “Yes sister… maybe your method is best with this one. Your unique gifts are especially suited to release… Perhaps you can purge her of the darkness tainting her pure knight’s heart.” Rachael leaned forward to rest her chest against Rickett and kiss his cheek as they both watched the show unfold before them. Softly she whispered to him, “hold me prisoner,” and his arms obediently encircled her again.

As Roselyn got to work on Bailey, the couple softly grinded together whispering. “Look at what we took baby” was met with “I don’t know if your sister can take that inside of her… won’t she break?” Soft giggles passed between the two of them as Roselyn indeed could take such a monster sized cock and did so with such an intense look of pleasure. “I bet you wish that she didn’t steal your prey from you or wicked nymph of the forest,” was met with another giggle and a tight squeeze down on his cock. Rachael replied softly, “There is always tomorrow silly boy… I have my plans to have my way with both of you foul invaders tomorrow… Assuming you two don’t run away…”

Rachael kissed Rickett’s ear, running her tongue along the outer edge as he groaned and humped up into her again. She purred in satisfaction at the feel of him moving into her. “I will never run away… I am well and truly caught in your dark magic.” Rachael’s eyes lit up brighter as her sister took Bailey’s cock all the way and she could see the incredible depth of it. Roselyn’s words and the sight of them had an effect on both as they devoured the scene before them. “Please… can I cum?” came Rickett’s soft plea but it was met with a bite on his ear that made him throb harder inside of her.

“Get her…” Rachael growled to Roselyn as her sister started to cum. She could feel her pussy clenching and releasing in empathy for what was obviously an intense climax. She felt a bit of envy for the mouth on her sister’s chest and she grabbed Rickett’s head. Leaning back a bit, she pulled his face to her breast. “Suck, my pet… Taste your mistress’s essence.” Rickett’s mouth closed on the sensitive nub and she felt him apply suction as his tongue teased her. Abruptly, Rickett’s mouth left her breast with a pop and her bucked hard against her squeezing his eyes shut again. She giggled evilly as milk began to drip from the breast he had sucked on. “Silly pet, you forgot my special abilities come with other effects. SUCK and DON’T CUM.”

Rickett’s look at her was again wild and afraid. He didn’t know if her ask was efficient especially with the wild moaning and the wild scents of floral cinnamon mixing with the peppery womanliness of his wife. Her milk had an earthy sweetness to it not unlike the Paralus honey that he tasted from Roselyn. “Witch… your brew… its too strong…” he whined softly. Rachael simply smiled and cupped her breast, bringing her dripping nipple back to his mouth and rubbing it on his lips. She grinned as he couldn’t withstand licking those lips and shuddering again. “Please, I don’t know…” she pushed her nipple between his lips and he obediently sucked doing his best to not move inside of her.

Rachael moaned softly as she turned her attention to Roselyn and Bailey. “So much… you took so much of that vile essence… Are you okay sister? Do you need something pure to counter that which was spilled inside of you?” Rachael’s free breast closer to the other pair had started to leak as Rickett drank from her and she reached up to massage her nipple and bring more of her milk forth. It dripped into her hand and down on her thigh. She shuddered in pleasure as she felt her breasts release more of their tension. Rachael brought her hand to Roselyn’s mouth offering her a taste.

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Roselyn shuddered, her vision having gone hazy with the powerful force of her climax rocking her, the feeling of Bailey’s seed blasting inside her only further setting her off. It didn’t produce the same reaction that Rickett’s did, but it was so familiar, a feeling that her body had long-since been trained to react to by association. The still-hard monster remained buried deep in her guts, with Baileys hips gently stirring in a very slow, circular pattern, continuous stimulation that never the less kept her on the cusp of that aftershock glow. It was sublime, delightful feeling, and with her wife’s tongue running deliberate, sedate licks along her chest disbursement point, Roselyn was inclined to remain and luxuriate, her body shuddering, and toes occasionally flexing against the back rest of the couch.

Bailey wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around Roselyn and fuck her properly, but the spell had been specific, and she preferred not to break rules established in RP without a reason. Roselyn had requested to run the show, but knowing Ros, she would ask Bailey to take back over at some point- she just enjoyed feeling Bailey’s power too much to want to stay on top for the whole session.

Roselyn gathered her feet back under her, starting to slowly grind her ass, feeling the pull of that cock as it stretched her tight pussy out any time she pulled off, like her snatch didn’t want to let go. Her own wetness and Baileys cum shone on the slick shaft, before she ground back down and felt that deep push from Bailey’s cock head under her womb. The red-head whimpered softly as her body lit up from the internal stimulation, pleasure rocketing through her body. And her body drank that pleasure like a sponge, insatiable wanting more, forcing her to hold back as she ground her hips. Her arms kept Bailey’s head between her breasts, smothering and sensuous, knowing how much Bailey enjoyed the feeling of being trapped against them.

She suddenly realized Rachael was speaking to her, and turned to witness Rickett be smooshed into one of Rachael’s lovely large breasts, seemingly on the breaking point, as he was forced to nurse down her potent milk. Roselyn felt a tremor go through her, remembering that incredible, sweet taste, and instantly wanting more of it. The offered hand was taken, as she licked it clean.

“Many thanks sister- though… I can’t help but notice there seems to be more- and I have an idea of how to purify my captive knight here…” She leaned over, releasing Bailey and stilling her hips for a moment, as she took that leaking nipple into her mouth and sucked. Her teeth lightly nibbling, urging more milk from her ‘sister’s’ body. Her throat worked as she started to gulp down mouthfuls, one hand once again dropping to Rachael’s pussy, running over her hot little button seeing if she could tease another climax out of her.

After relieving the swollen breast, and stealing a climax out of Rachael’s body she pulled away, her mouth still full, moving to the watching Bailey, and pressing their lips together. Bailey too remembered that sweetness, and groaned as her wife allowed the warm, sweet liquid inside her, making her cock twitch. With their lips still locked, Roselyn began to raise and lower her hips once more, working up to a quick rhythm as her hips rose and slapped down, twerking on Bailey’s enormous spire.

Unfortunately for Roselyn, it had to be admitted that motion stimulated her more than her wife, each slam down pushing back into that pocket. She felt her toes flex and quickly started to curl as her body chased that pleasure, giving out in less than a minute and descending into spasms of ecstasy as another orgasm hit her. She started up again, only for her after-shocking, twitching snatch to make it almost impossible to keep a solid rhythm up.

“Good Ser Knight, NNNnnn… this lance of yours really isn’t fair… it… NNNNN… it’s so large… striking me so deep… I… haaah.. I partially retract my spell so that you may assist me properly taking it…”

Bailey’s warm hands, slim but so very strong, pressed into the copious flesh of that beautiful heart-shaped ass, and assisted Roselyn in bouncing on Bailey cock once more. That steadying assistance made it easier, but with that ease came floods of spiking pleasure as she was hit deep again and again. Orgasmic bliss threatened to overwhelm her as she moaned raggedly, feeling the call of her chain-orgasms and the mind-melting sensations that followed. She tried to withstand, but the warm milk in her stomach, the smoldering cum, her own aphrodisiac, the increasingly sweaty cinnamon-tainted scent of her wife beneath her, all seemed to make it impossible. Roselyn was absolutely terrible at holding back her climaxes, so she settled for something else instead as yet another one threatened to overwhelm her.

“Mmmm… Se…Ser Knight… y… your valor has… nnn… quite overwhelmed me…” she whispered softly, though loud enough for Rachael and Rickett to overhear. “I fear I may be… nnnn… falling for you, just a little- AAAAHN!” A savage climax ripped through her, causing her body to arch back, more gushes of femcum washing over Bailey’s balls as she shook and bucked, those strong hands letting her pause before only a moment before resuming her bouncing on that rock-hard mammoth dick.

“NNNn…W… with that being the case… will you promise to love me, and protect me always… nnn… as your wife? But promise me this, and I shall release you… though…” She turned and looked at Rachael and Rickett, a grin coming over her face. “You must promise to love and protect my beloved sister and her thrall as well.”

This was a regular part of their plays too, reaffirmation- a re-declaration of love and marriage together at the end of a torrid session. It was like falling in love all over again, every time.

Bailey smiled softly, knowing it was coming, but finding herself affected anyway. “I… nnnn… swear to hold and keep you as my wife, and renounce any evils I have committed before this. I hearby dev… NNNN… devote myself to you, and your sister and her thrall, to protect and pleasure you all, for as long as I live. Please… become my wife, mine for all time.”

Roselyn smiled, her heart genuinely moved, though that might have been easier with all the chemicals running around in her brain. But hearing Bailey pledge herself to her once again never failed to send shivers through her, and she leaned forward to kiss her wife once more, her arms wrapping around her neck as she prepared herself for what came next.

“Then I am yours… MY Knight… and you are released from my spell. Love me as hard and deeply as you find yourself able.” She whispered softly, kissing Bailey again. Those powerful hands gripped her ass more firmly, the power there much more obvious, and Bailey’s thighs flexed as she drove up into that soft sweet pussy, barreling against Roselyn’s insides with considerably more force than had been applied thus far. Roselyn felt her breath stolen as if she’d been hit in the stomach, but in the best efficient way, and Bailey didn’t wait for her to recover before ramming in again, setting a pace of brutal, long, body-shaking thrusts up into Roselyn’s core.

“AHN! NNNF! F…FOREST QUEEN! NNNN! AAAAHN! B..BREAKING ME!” Roselyn felt sight and sound diminish as she started to squeal with each thrust, and the chain-climaxes started to wash over her, one merging into the other as her eyes rolled back and she started to drool.

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