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Sophie's Adventure

By: Eutopia



ALL PEOPLE ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS OR AYTHING OF SEXUAL NATURE ARE ALL OF THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, THE MAIN CHARACTER IS 18, IF THIS IS NOT THE LEGAL AGE TO CONSENT TO SEX IN YOUR AREA OR COUNTRY, DO NOT READ.

Huge thanks to CopperSkink; an amazing editor~


Chapter one. 

Sophie had been raised in New Zealand; born April 3rd 1991 at St Georgia's hospital on what was most probably a cold autumn day.

Her family had consisted of a father whose job was a pilot for a well-to-do airplane company which shall go unnamed. 

A stay-at-home-mother, an elder sister born 18 months prior, and of course in two years time a younger sister would be born into this darling little family, making Sophie the middle child. 

A family that seemed perfectly normal.

If course it wasn't. 

As Sophie grew, she had been like most children her age: a free spirit, confident, happy. But she was different, a thing her father, a perfectionist, abhorred.

He didn't know how to handle her; she wasn't acting "normal", not like other kids her age. It was around this time her father had developed Multiple Myeloma, a plasma cell cancer.

Her mother had always mused that it was due to flying so close to the sun all the time. 

The medicine was harsh and often had horrible side-effects like aggression and psychotic behaviour. 

Her father had always been an angry man; it had just gotten worse because of the medicine; her mother had always wanted to separate from her father, now found it impossible. He was dying, and she couldn't just leave him.

And that is where Sophie payed the price.

The verbal abuse had been outrageous and demeaning; she and her sisters would be slandered everyday. 

It was always her, always her, that got the cruellest remarks because he couldn't understand her, and humans fear things they don't understand; and like animals when we are scared, we get angry and vicious.

Of course this was mostly at home; but even in public there would still be remarks, comments that would go over the head of most but would strike deep into her heart. 

One of her most vivid memories had been at the zoo in Singapore; she and her father had been looking at the Malayan Tapirs (a large black-and-white browsing mammal, roughly pig-like in shape, small beady eyes, with a prehensile snout that reminded her of an elephant's trunk). 

Her father had made an off-hand comment, "You look just like a Tapir."

To most it would have been seen as a father joking with his daughter, but it stuck with her.

Always.

And in the year of her 12th birthday, her father passed; of course it had been Guy Fawkes, the 5th of November; her mother had made a comment that it was just like her father to go on a day they wouldn't forget. 

For most, his friends and his family, it had been a sad day of crying and mourning; but for Sophie, she didn't care, the day her father died was just another day.

She'd known it was going to happen sooner or later; infact, when she had been told of her fathers death, it had been a simple "Oh" that she had said, the only thing she had said on the matter.

The funeral had been a modest affair before the body was cremated and sent to Auckland to be buried at his family's plot.

She had always been "The Middle Child." The one overlooked, cast into the background.

She had always had the harshest discipline because "The Eldest Child" had been spoilt, being the firstborn. 

All the leniency had gone to "The Youngest Child" because she was the baby.

As the middle child, she had to fight harder to be heard, always in the shadow of her siblings, never being first.

She grew to resent her family and became more disconnected from them, and as such she never connected with her sisters, had never gotten along with them. They took this as a prime example to bully her.

Her older sister was particularly vicious, favouring the way of other women alike and the skills of her father with a sharp tongue and a cutting wit. She was sure it would have made her father proud as she regularly cut her down and left her raging in her room in despair.

Sophie simply didn't have a quick enough wit to keep up with her sister.

Her temper had always been horrid, zero to critical meltdown instantaneously, but oddly enough she hated confrontation, often starting verbal shouting matches before halfway through walking out of the room, just wanting the argument to stop. She didn't care that her sisters thought she was out of insults.

All through school it was the same; she always gave off a hard edge, a tough exterior and a temper that had people staying away from her. She gave off an aura that if you fucked with her she would drop you like a brick.

Which was complete bullshit; she just liked people believing that. She acted the role of a big tough bitch so people wouldn't bully her. She only ever acted like that with her friends, people she was close to, or fellow classmates. If they feared her enough to think she'd punch them, they wouldn't bully her, it was a self-defence mechanism grown from a life of being bullied by those surrounding her; it was her way of being safe. 

She was nothing but kind and courteous to strangers, reaching out to steady someone if they tripped, offering a helping hand, carrying groceries of an old lady to her car; a good citizen, if you would.

But she was always cautious of them, always on edge that at any moment they would rear their head like a cobra, and strike.

She could never relax and never trust completely.

Even though she had such a temper, she had always been kind, always helpful even if it didn't benefit her. Little kids had always been drawn to her, and she in returned had loved children, loved being with them and playing with them. Children at such a young age didn't know any better, didn't judge as cruelly as teenagers and adults that were often blunt and tactless in their thoughts, which was oddly refreshing.

It helped that they never called her fat.

Oh how she loathed that word.

It had been the bane of her existence. She'd always loved sweets and creams and delightful fluffy things that made her mouth water with their sugary goodness.

But that wasn't the leading cause of her puffing up like a marshmallow. Whenever her father and mother got into a ferocious fight, her mother when generally pack them off, and they'd go off to eat at a fast food restaurant until their father cooled off, and this happened a lot.

"Bulking up" was simply more ammo for her father before he passed.

It wasn't until her 14th year she realized just how much she hated her father.

Her 14th year and been her roughest year. Diagnosed with depression, she dropped from school. Huddling into her room, rarely leaving, only stepping out when it was for food or use of the toilet.

Her sisters' slander still continued, not caring that their sister was obviously slipping deeper into her own world, cutting herself off from reality. 

So the years dragged by as she was caught in her rut; her rut of no job, no friends, no life, no happiness and going nowhere.

But the times where changing.

It had started in the year 2006; the Magical Community saw fit to reveal itself. Fairies, Elves, Vampires, Demons, shape-shifters, witches, and so many others it was unbelievable and so fantastic that they actually existed. Sophie was in wonder.

The rest of the world? Not so much.

The government was in uproar.

Over what? A secret community living right under their noses the whole time? Kind of, but that wasn't the worst. Secret community living right under their noses that have supernatural abilities that easily surpasses the greatest human and their military toys? Yes, that was it. Wars broke out, humans demanding the "creatures" give them all their information on magic, of history, of everything; and in reality, they wanted them to bow down to them.

Yeah, right, like that was going to happen.

While the rest of the world was waring, New Zealand was relatively peaceful.

The majority of New Zealanders had always been laid-back and pretty open-minded; the Prime Minister of New Zealand didn't have such a staggering ego like most other countries. It easily sorted out the problems facing New Zealand creatures and welcomed them all as brothers of the people of Aotearoa.

Against the other nations' advice, more like command, New Zealand was the first nation to declare creatures citizen rights, allowing others into the country to seek asylum. Australia soon followed as well as other countries. New Zealand with its clean water, pristine environment, and acceptance of creatures soon became a Mecca for supernatural life.

Of course this isn't to say it didn't have its rough patches, which would be ludicrous. New Zealand had just as many groups of prejudice assholes as the rest of the world. They were just fewer in number.

Sophie had all but wished she could be apart of the Creature Community. Little did she know she already was.

They'd been on holiday at the time, whale-watching in Kaikoura at the time, they'd decided to check out the local fauna by going on a nature walk. 

Of course, her dear loving older sister had to make the walk all the more enjoyable by offering "encouragement".

Sophie had of course kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make a scene and embarrass herself; but after a particularly barbed comment, she told her sister exactly were she should shove her comment.

Of course it wasn't put as eloquently as that and it involved much more vulgar swearing. None the less, not wanting to deal with the backlash, she took a quick right off the path and into the woods, something she would generally not do.

Now, like most women, Sophie's moods could quickly fluctuate. She'd generally explode into a temper, fewer than five minutes later be completely cooled off and over it.

Not this time; this time it kept building and building. 

How dare that bitch talk to her like that? What right did that no-good slut have? Sophie had never felt this angry before; it felt like a hot ball of magma continuously turning and rolling growing bigger and hotter, and it burned her insides, set aflame her heart and roared through her veins.

She didn't know how far she had stumbled into the undergrowth, but it must have been far; the trees and ferns were far to overgrown to be near the hiking track. 

None of that matter to Sophie as she tumbled to her knees. The raging inferno inside her head was so hot, she thought as she clutched at her head. 

A short cry was all she gave as she felt her nails tear into her scalp. 

Nails far longer then she remembered keeping them at dug into her skull, but she didn't care; the absolute ferocity of her fury had her snarling in an animalistic way that should not have been possible for her human vocal chords.

That's when it happened: with a terrible scream, her rage erupted. 

Her body expanded massively. Bones cracking, tendons snapping, muscles growing, her cheeks swelled with blood as her gums bled with the forcing of new teeth jabbing through her gums. The new set of teeth bit and ripped through her own mouth. 

She could feel her soul unravel to feel the new void of her body, then, she felt it, felt everything, the overwhelming something.

Her new bigger, longer, and heavier head reared back, smashing through the trees. She stumbled, new legs unready for movement in the way she was used to.

There was a loud crackle along her... flesh? that felt like prickles being viciously rubbed into her skin before she saw them. There where "people" there now, five of them, talking to her in a language she didn't know but she felt as if she did.

She didn't know what was happening, she was scared and angry, still so very, very angry. She wanted to destroy and kill and eat, and she should because at the moment that felt right. 

Before she could even contemplate it further, one of the people, (long white hair, very long, held in a high ponytail, super high, with a large knot; didn't see that everyday) jumped high, higher than possible; she felt something slam into her breast bone, well, what she would have considered her breast bone before...this whatever-it-was happened. 

Left with a stagging sense of realization bought on by the horribly incapacitating pain that they had hurt her.

Before she knew what had happened, her bare ass hit the ground with a condensed thud.

With a hiccuping sob, she scrambled backwards, trying to gain some sense of modesty her arms quickly sought to hide her naked skin, her legs still punching her back through the dead flora and remanets of what used to be her clothing.

She was scared, frightened, and her body hurt all over.

Through eyes blurred with tears she saw the only woman (blue hair; blue hair isn't natural on a human) sweep forwards towards her. It was then she managed to choke out a wavering and obviously frightened "stay back" that was of course before she did something she'd never done before.

No, It not was some kind of attack; jeeze, what do you take her for? Some superhero that gets dumped into a vat of radioactive waste and miraculously knows how to use their superpowers? 

No, this isn't some kind of Mary-Sue comic book written by a deranged fan; no, Sophie did something not half as impressive.

She passed out.

When she woke next, it was back in her motel room.

She sat straight up, none of that bullshit about slowly rousing because you forgot all about what the fuck just happened to you, even though it was ridiculously traumatic. 

It was when she spotted the five strangers from before that she managed to pull a crazed move of rolling out of bed up and onto her feet and pointing in a quite eloquent way of saying, "YOU." 

It was then her mother who spoke up, looking very serious. Something rare coming from a woman who liked to sing and dance while driving.

Apparently they needed to talk.

Then was when she found out whom, or more importantly what, she was.

Apparently through her Norwegian bloodline on her father's side, about 1000 years back give or take a century, there had been a dragon in her family tree. Not just any dragon; Lord Sverrie Anaerath, direct descendant of Anaerath one of The Great Seven, Last Ancient Golden Dragon, One of the Seven Heads of the Dragon Council, and apparently she was a direct descendant.

She needed to sit down because this was not were it stopped.

Apparently she had awoken her Dragon blood that was in dormance.

She needed to go with them to assume her rightful place as one of the heads of the dragon council and lord of her domain and blah, blah, blah, political crap. This is where she stopped paying attention. Not because it wasn't interesting, but because she'd just been told she was a dragon. 

She loved dragons.

In fact when she was younger she'd collected porcelain dragon statues. She'd always thought they were the best magical creature with their intelligence and ferocity along with there immortal lifespan and everything else; she still had the figurines.

While she tried to get over the shock of the information that had just been dropped on her, they decided to answer her question, the most prominent in her mind, which was, shouldn't they want her elder sister? She was a direct line as well, and didn't the firstborn always rule? First born, first in line for the throne or something?

Apparently neither her elder sister nor her younger had the dragon blood, only her in her entire family.

For once in her life she was truly unique, and she loved it. She knew they couldn't be lying. How she knew they weren't lying, she didn't know, but she'd follow these instincts of hers for now. 

She'd learn later about dragon blood memories, memories ancestors passed down from parent to child through the blood. She just called them "instincts".

So with a quick lie to all those concerned, including her sisters, she departed.

Apparently no one could know about what had occurred except for her mother. She felt giddy about knowing something her sisters didn't. With that, they were leaving, apparently to a place called "The Realm."

-----------A Year later, Sophie was close to turning 19 --------------

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~" was Sophie's drawn-out exasperation as she plummeted to her bed. The bed itself was several feet wide, covered in a swath of both furs and fine sheets. She was after all nearly a damn queen; she needed finery. Well, that was the excuse the ladies of court had given to her.

With a huff, she rolled onto her back, the rustling of important political papers getting trapped beneath her large silken dressing gown. She was supposed to be getting ready for bed, hence the gown, but this bloody paperwork wouldn't get done by itself.

Sophie wasn't the most beautiful girl, with a height of five-foot-seven, a short batch of reddish brown hair, the excess of a once home-done red dye job, turning amber in towards her roots another botched dye job by the looks of it. The ends curled off her collarbone with a flick and a side part splitting her hair down the right.

With her chubby body covered in varying stages of freckles; some large, some small, some dark, some light, covering her body sparsely; she was "cute" and "pretty", but not beautiful.

Her black square glasses framed a stunning set of doll-like eyes, large mid-blue-hued orbs surrounded by a ring of dark navy, nearly black in shade; her mother commented that they were "bedroom eyes." That comment had just made Sophie laugh. 

A round cherub face with freckles adding cuteness to her appeal, and of course being a larger, more "real" woman as Sophie would have put it, she had the breasts to match. A healthy E-cup that didn't look oversized for her chubby frame; they looked as natural as a large B on a size-six girl.

One of the things in fiction writing is almost always spelling out numbers where we can get away with it.

Sophie didn't mind her large breasts in the least.

With another huff, Sophie rolled once more onto her stomach, splaying herself out spread-eagle on the over-sized bed.

There was a quick knock at the door which had Sophie groaning out in despair.

"Go away, Mort, I don't need anymore bloody fucking papers, I've got enough to last me 'till the end of eternity!" Sophie bemoaned.

Mortimus Heavenrow was a top mage. Well over a couple hundred years old with his long white bread that merged with his equally long white hair, he looked like a regular Merlin, or for more "Modern" wizards, Dumbledore from Harry Potter. He had been appointed her retainer to guide her through her studies, politics, tasks, and the vast ocean that was her paperwork. He was also her man-servant.

Though if Mort heard her call him a man-servant, he'd curse her ears off.

Literally.

But he obviously felt it necessary to ignore her comment and come in anyway, if the creaking of the giant oak doors was anything to go by. 

But what had Sophie lifting her head harshly was the voice that certainly did not belong to Mort. 

"Ahh, we are so sorry to disturb you, M'Lady, but, we though you might be in need of our....services this evening," came the slow and seductive drawl of one of her concubines, Riwa.

Yes, that's right, concubines; she had four of them, in fact.

There was the eldest, Tobi, a Guilly, a type of humanoid like creature nearly identical to humans if not for the dog like markings that dotted their skin, Tobi's markings were a splattering of Dalmatian-like spots coming from before his ears across the expanse of his cheeks until they reached the corner of his mouth. The dark chocolate colour of the spots matched the mass of scruffy dark chocolate-coloured hair that sat atop his head. His skin was a fetching shade of pale that stretched over his towering six-five height.

He was an incredible lover, though not Sophie's favourite. When she ever felt the need to sleep with Tobi, everything was for her sake: every touch, every caress, and every jarring thrust was acutely specified for her enjoyment, not for his. Which left Sophie feeling that Tobi was a bit mechanical in his movements.


Sophie's Adventure Ch. 02



ALL PEOPLE ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS OR ANYTHING OF SEXUAL NATURE ARE ALL OF THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, THE MAIN CHARACTER IS 19, IF THIS IS NOT THE LEGAL AGE TO CONSENT TO SEX IN YOUR AREA OR COUNTRY, DO NOT READ.

Thanks to CopperSkink for his amazing work on this chapter.

All votes have been counted, so I bring you the reviewer's choice sex scene. You'll have to read to find out who was picked. 

*

Sophie's mouth pulled into her usual closed lip smile, the corners of her large blue eyes' crinkling in happiness, she was always happy to see her concubines; she liked to think they where happy to see her as well.

As Chika came bounding over to her, calling her name and arms flung wide in what was looking like the beginning of a hug, she gave out a snort of deep laughter and prepared herself to be dropped on by her blonde lover's weight. That was before Tobi flung his arm out, catching Chika by the back of his shirt.

"We do not address M'Lady by her first name; we must show her the respect she deserves. You will not shame her with your improper behaviour again, Chika," came the slow, monotone drawl of Tobi, his ever-hard eyes half-cast to enforce his stern words into the younger concubine.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever; Sophie said I could call her whatever I like; she doesn't care," Chika boldly informed Tobi with a roll of his baby-blue eyes, a tight curl of his upper lip showing his distaste for the older concubine. He easily rolled out of Tobi's lack grip to continue his way forwards towards his goal, the delightfully perched female in the silken evening robe. He only hoped it would be he that would be graced to unclothe her this evening.

As Chika approached her, that slight hop in his step belied his true intentions as to pounce on her, she propped her upper body up with the hand that once lay under her chin and smiled up at the blonde just before he leapt, much to the distaste of Tobi. 

But all was not lost, for at that moment Sophie was up and off the bed, leaving Chika to flounder around in the ocean of her paperwork all by himself. Hearing Chika's moans of discontent at the situation she chuckled playfully, for not only was he disciplined by Tobi but rebuffed by his mistress.

Sophie's smile grew as she watched the overgrown boy begin to wallow in self despair. He never failed to bring out her playful side. Turning to view the others, she couldn't help but feel another set of chuckles try to escape from her throat.

Tobi was glaring ruthlessly from under his mop of a hair-do and his normally black Dalmatian spots had turned a fetching shade of liver-brown due to his anger. He was normally so well-mannered, but there was no doubt that he was a stickler for protocol.

Riwa had his long, elegant arms crossed over his plum-clad chest. The traditional gold rimmed floor length jacket looked almost out of place; Sophie hardly ever saw Riwa in anything more then a pair of light harem pants, but she was distracted from his unusual clothing by the look on his face.

It simply screamed utter contempt, like he was gazing at something that wouldn't be high enough on the social standings to grace the bottom of his shoes. 

'He really is a pompous arsehole. I bet they only reason he's so 'distraught' about this whole affair is because he believes Chika is dirtying the bed he'll be occupying later.' Sophie rolled her eyes; really, sometimes she just wanted to bop him on the nose like a misbehaving puppy just to see his reaction.

'He'd most likely 'deprive' me of his astounding cock as a punishment.' She snorted out loud at the laughable thought; if such a horrible fate was to befall her, she'd go without regrets. Besides, she had three others to pick from in such a dilemma.

Sophie begun to make her way over to a very elegantly perched room divider; it was more Asian in influence then the rest of her room, reminding her of something you might see in a tea house in Tokyo. The thin rice paper panels were larger then ones you would see within the human world, with beautifully decorated cherry blossom trees and graceful red-crowned cranes captured in flight, were all situated around a typical Japanese-esque pond, a magnificent mountain background truly brought it all out.

As the candles flickered just beyond the thin shoji screen, Sophie turned her head to gaze at her last concubine only to find him gazing back. Slightly startled and embarrassed to have been caught peeking, she blinked her doe eyes only to receive a gentle and delicate smile in return. Hui's light forest-green eyes where so incredibly soft as he gazed upon his mistress.

Sophie felt the tight wad of emotions known as anxiousness and embarrassment fade with his look. She let a giggle resound in her throat as she felt her ease return. Lifting a hand up, she crooked her finger towards Hui in a clear "come hither" motion.

"Hui, would you help me get ready for bed, please?" Sophie intoned lightly, more of a plea then a command.

"Of course, M'Lady, I would be honoured to assist you into your night garments." Hui's smile never wavered as he swept into a bow, his right arm crossing his chest to rest over his heart.

Sophie gave a thankful nod as she continued her way behind the shoji. What met her was a wall of mirrors and several steps leading up to a round elevated platform. Knowing what to do from years of practice, Sophie made her way onto the platform, bare feet rubbing against the plush red carpet that covered the dressing section.

Hui made his way over to the side opposite the entrance where large panels of wood sat. Grabbing a small handhold, he proceeded to walk his way down the panels, each wood section following him, exposing to the world all of Sophie's finery. 

Rows upon rows of silk, lace, velvet, and only the rarest of textures would be situated within her closet. Not that Sophie cared much. Yes, like any other female, Sophie liked a nice shirt, but when it came down to it she was quite happy slumming around in a pair of track pants without a bra on, especially if her alternative was one of those god-awful gowns filled with bone-ribbing and layers upon layers of fabric as her only other option.

As Hui turned to her, he looked like he was about to pose a question, but unfortunately Chika had beaten him to it.

"Hey, what the-?! Hey! Why does Hui get to undress you!?" Came Chika's indignant cry.

"Because, you blathering twit, she'd rather not be molested whilst changing for bed by your, clumsy, incompetent, novice attempts to try and arouse her," came the vicious hiss of Riwa. It was obvious to Sophie that something had been shoved so far up his arse that it was digging into his "lets find offence in everything" gland.

"Riwa," came Sophie's stern tone; she was simply not in the mood to deal with their argument over something so fickle. "If you two don't shut the fuck up, I will come out there, rip out your intestines, and force feed them back to you, got it?"

Losing all attention that had been focused to the other side of the divider, she once again looked to Hui and the garment he had now picked for her to wear.

"That is god-awful. Why the hell would I have something like that in my closet? Let alone why the hell someone would even make a thing like that to sleep in is beyond me." Sophie said, her face screwing up into a look of pure disgust. "It looks like it will magically come to life under the full moon and strangle me to death while I sleep." 

The offending article in question was simply horrid, a pure pink contraption with about seven feet worth of wasted fabric bunched up around the neck and stomach area, let alone the white frills and lace adorning it in random locations would drive a preacher blind with sin.

Looking at the nightgown, Hui gave a wide-eyed blink before once again setting his sights on his mistress. "I thought it was quite fetching; I see nothing wrong with it."

'He cannot be serious,' Sophie thought, shocked. After a second of recuperation, Sophie let her head fall into the palm of her right hand. "Hui, if you weren't so cute, I'd have you fed to the dogs. Now put it back before I light it on fire," was all she gave on that.

With a flash of another of his trademark smiles, Hui moved the pink abomination back into the depths of the closet, where Sophie prayed it would stay. After that, Hui had grabbed another item, this one a lot less offensive with its pale blue motif; he hung it up on a little hook not to far from Sophie's person. It really was a bother that even in her sleep she still had to wear so much clothing.

'I miss the days where I could just drop my pants, fling off my bra, and jump into bed. But alas, I must now be clothed in layers upon layers of clothing, even to sleep. Bloody traditions; they ruin all my fun.' Sophie bemoaned mentally, giving a slightly dramatic sigh.

But at least with this new nightly ritual, it gave her some lovely hand-to-skin contact with such handsome men. It was almost as fantastic as sleeping with them.

Hui silently moved up behind her, a step below the top of the dais, to smooth his hands around her body, flowing easily along the white silk that made up her evening wear. He tickled the sensitive skin beneath her clothing, letting out a series of shudders the coursed down her spine Sophie felt Hui's resonating heat beam against her cold back from his chest a second before she felt him rest against her, his chin laying upon her shoulder.

As his breath tickled her ear, she felt another shiver course down her spine. "Lift your arms, M'Lady," came Hui's soft voice, his mouth tilted just so to cause another gentle gust of air against her neck and ear. As she lifted her arms outwards, she felt more then heard the delicate thank you he murmured, as it brushed along her skin like a docile spring breeze that knocked the blossoms from their resting place among the branches.

As she felt his nimble fingers untie the first of a series of knots that kept the first layer of her garment on her body, she posed a question, "Wouldn't this be easier if you were standing in front of me?"

As soon as she had finished her sentence, she felt his head turn into her neck slightly, though the gentle easing of the fabric knot that lay over her plush belly did not stop; she didn't move as she felt Hui's cheek bunch against her neck as he smiled. 

"Yes," was all he gave in response, causing Sophie to puff her cheeks out like an insolent five year old.

As he successfully untied the first knot, he created a slit among the layers of her clothing, easing his hand through the gap. He glided it up the second layer of soft red silk with an air of familiarity, the tips of his fingers pointing inwards. As his hand continued upwards, she felt the top finger of his hand gently bump into the bottom of her ample-sized bosom, though at this point and time they were tightly bound behind several more layers of cotton binding, The Realm's idea of a bra. But none the less it did not deter Hui as he slipped his hand over her lavishly large right breast, his finger eased apart to try and fully cup her teat. The gentle cupping only lasted the span of several quick seconds before his hand continued its trek to the knot that lay delicately above her collarbone.

It was a tease Sophie could have done without, as it did more for her mind than her body. The thick undergarments had blocked all sensation of the passing play upon her breast and had left Sophie slightly morose about the situation.

To try and take her mind off the gentle tugging of another knot as well as the residual feel of the dull play along her breast, she decided to talk to her concubines on the other side of the divider, who by the sounds of it where a few scant second away from erupting into a brawl.

'I thought I'd told them to shut up,' she huffed, but before she could even open her mouth for another violent threat, Chika once again had the skill to interrupt someone before they had even started speaking.

"Sophie, what's with all this work doing on your bed? You never bring work to bed; the only thing you should be working in bed is me." he drawled, and Sophie could just tell that by the way he had said that last comment that he was smirking from ear to ear. There was a heavy snort of amusement from Hui that had a section of her hair flying into her face; at least he seemed to find it funny.

"Chika, that was the single stupidest thing I have ever heard you say. If you try and pick me up with a line like that again, I will deck you in the face." But Chika was laughing far too hard at his little joke to be paying attention to her.

"As much as I hate to say this, Chika is right; you do not bring work into your sleeping quarters, is there a problem, M'Lady?" came Tobi's concerned tone

Sophie gave a heavy sigh, but it turned more into a sigh of relief towards the end as she felt the final knot that tied the first layer of silk to the second layer slip loose. The outer gown was finally pulled back and down her arms, off her body. She felt lighter already, but Hui was right back to work, his hands dipping low over her abdomen, fingering the first knot of the new set, a soft caress to her soft belly had her give a small quiver; she was thoroughly tempted to smack his hand away. Ignoring Hui for the moment, she turned back to her concubines' conversation.

"It's just the preparations for travelling to the other countries within The Realm," she muttered offhandedly, "I've got to make arrangements, plan meetings, respond to invitations, and keep up communication with the heads of the countries to make sure there's no war going on before I visit. Then I have to make sure everything's locked down tight here, make sure there's no uprising or riot while I'm away; you know, that kind of stuff."

"Why do you need to travel to the other countries?" came the slightly-off voice of Riwa, but Sophie hadn't noticed the odd tone; she was more baffled as to why Hui had stopped what he was doing. Blinking she looked over her shoulder at the Nymph.

"Yes, travel; you know, so I can strike up trade and peace agreements, get to see The Realm first hand, show everyone who exactly is running Falhalen; kind of like...a débutante except it's me coming out to the rest of The Realm, kind of like tha - come on, guys! We've been over this, I'm going to the other countries, and that's that," Sophie whined, spinning around to view the concubine behind her, thinking she had found the problem that affected her servants.

"We'll all meet up in Yamma a couple of weeks from now; you can't tell me that you're not looking forward to me leaving, even a little bit? While the cats away, the mice shall play, yes? Just think of all the maids you can fuck while I'm gone," Sophie drawled, rolling her eyes as she turned her back to Hui so he could start untying the last knot on the second layer.

"M'Lady, we would never betray your trust in such a way; we think of nothing other then sleeping next to your warm body at night." Sophie had by now tuned Tobi's reassurances out.

'He's only saying that because he thinks it's what I want to hear; I know as soon as I'm out of the palace they'll be sticking their dicks in any honey pot they can find.' Sophie thought to herself, the corners of her lips tugging down in a depressed frown. Even though they where expected to be faithful to her, she knew that was far off reality. They were men, and to Sophie, that was enough to warrant an affair.

She was broken from her depressing musing by the gentle scrape of knuckles along the soft under-curve of her chin as Hui pulled from her the second layer, all that was now left was a light blue grey cotton fabric wrapped around her form, and once again held on with knots. As she felt Hui's delicate fingers tighten slightly around her left hip, his right hand grazing the top of her shoulder, she felt the need for a distraction; she didn't think her other concubines would like it if she tried to jump Hui in the changing room because of his teasing hands.

"Chika, how is your mother?" Sophie knew the question she asked could have Chika talk for hours on end, but his excited jabbering was always endearing in a way. He may have been substantially older then her but, he still reminded her of a child. She could almost see him, head perking up like a puppy, hearing its master's arriving footsteps outside the door.

"She's doing great! The doctors came today to see how she was doing; they said she was doing fantastic! Though she said she misses talking to you over tea! She said she really wants to see you again, but you should have seen her face, it was glowing today!" came Chika exuberant cries, jumping from one topic to another, jumbling up his sentences; Sophie had to do all she could from laughing. It didn't help that Riwa subtle growing didn't escape her keen hearing ether.

'It's very unlike Riwa to be so aggressive, even if it is Chika,' Sophie thought, her mental voice taking on a hint of worry.

But she was once more distracted as Hui had discreetly managed to undo the final layer without much notice from her, as the cotton peeled back to reveal her pale, supple skin she felt Goosebumps raise along her flesh at the exposure; Chika's zeal and Riwa's anger a distant memory.

As the cotton drew open to bare her front to the empty dressing room, it caught on her delicate, alabaster shoulders. She closed her eyes as Hui's hands rested against each side of her neck, fingers as slim as a willow branch, brushed against the fine hairs of her neck, the soothing rasp of nails gliding against her throat as his fingers curved, sending an exquisite shiver down her spine before the heat of his palms ran it's way down her neck and over her shoulders, his fingers curling over the edge of the final layer, pulling it down her freckle flecked arms, the soft cotton brushing against the pale blonde body hairs, stiff from the slight chill in the air.

Sophie moved her arms in front of her, her right hand holding onto her left forearm, hiding her chubby belly; a self conscious act, that even after all the times she'd been naked in front of Hui, she would still hide her body from him, ashamed of her own larger figure. Her head slightly downcast, eyes fixed on the floor instead of the mirror in front of her.

"M'Lady." Hui called as he returned to her body, the tickle of his silken hair along her hyper-sensitive back was thrill inducing, "I need you to place your arms by your side so I may undo your binding," he cooed. He knew Sophie was always far to shy to bare her body to him no matter how many times he whispered his adoration and lust for her pleasant form.

As Sophie lifted her head, she watched Hui in the reflective glass of her mirror. He was leaning his head over her right shoulder, turned in towards her face, his pleasing lips only a scant few inches away from her ear, and even now she could feel the delicate breath of her sometimes lover ease over and around her ear. Each of his frail and elegant fingers rested against a shoulder. Each calloused pad, hardened by the years of plucking wire strings on instruments, giving a tender graze. His hair, falling like one of the thousands of waterfalls that graced his homeland, swept against her back with a graceful sway, sending jolts straight to her now-weeping pussy.

Her untouched skin was far too sensitive to another's touch. A soft caress was all it took to have her shivering in surprise, and the feel of Hui's gossamer silk shirt was like a faint touch from the man himself every time it brushed against her.

Sophie let her arms be pulled to her side, just so that she could feel the graze of his finger tips descending down her aching back. She revelled in the feeling as a hint of his nails graced the skin of her sides, her body jolting as almost as she was in a throw of an orgasm. Hui pressed his hands flat against her lower abdomen, his pinkie fingers grazing the panties she swore, just before he swept them upwards, he pressed firmly into her creamy stomach, as he adored to feel the give it had. Unlike the ladies of court he could not feel even a single bone as his hot hands swept over her rib cage. He pulled his hands away from his achingly delicate skin to pull her the bone pin that kept her bound breasts prisoner from freedom; curling his fingers around the edge of the start of the fabric wrapping, he slowly begun to unwind the binding, rolling the cotton into a fat, roll so that it would not end on the floor in a mess.




Sophie's Adventure Ch. 02



With each passing of her breasts, Sophie felt the tight constriction of her breasts lessen, the normally E-sized breasts that she had were compacted into a flat B-size. Whilst not painful, it was most certainly uncomfortable. It was quite ridiculous, really, that she needed to have her breasts bound in such a way as to cause her discomfort, but it would be the only way for her to fit herself into her traditional gown. 

Apparently when they had been made they had not accounted for her heavy chest.

Under so much strain to keep such large breasts bound, the cotton gave way and simply fell from her chest, several layers still left to unravel. With a delighted sigh, Sophie leant back, her head lolling onto the chest of her concubine. Her heartily heaving bosom bounced slightly, their heavy weight pulling them down from their formally high perched position on her chest. Her pale dusky nipples, small beads compared to her breasts though even on smaller sized breasts they would still be small, contracted and hardened upon meeting the cooling evening air.

Sophie begun to bring her own hands up to help soothe the ache of her breasts; a pleasant massage of her swollen globes always helped relieve the throbbing. But as she was about to rest her hands on her breasts, she felt Hui slides his hands up to try and cup her large breasts, fingers spread wide, her pale flesh spilled from between his fingers, each nipple peaking from between the middle gap.

"Allow me, M'Lady." Hui murmured into her ear. She did not raise her voice in protest, simply placed her hands over his own. The gentle cupping of her bosom was exquisite; the soft rolling of each globe helped her ease the feeling of constriction from her chest. She shifted slightly, each plump thigh rocking against the other, rubbing her tender pussy lips together, the moving flesh stimulating her no doubt swollen clit.

The middle gap between Hui's fingers' begun to close slowly, trapped the blushed, pert nipple. Sophie gave a soundless intake of breath, least she draw the suspicion of the concubines residing on the other side of the divider. If there was one thing Sophie could do well, it was keeping silent.

But the play with her breast soon passed as Hui once more begun to slip his hands down her torso, stiff fingers pointing straight at the ground. His thumbs pressed into the delicate flesh of her stomach, caressing the fine blonde hairs that lead from under her belly button to the top of her blue cotton panties. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he popped one of the buttons keeping the garment suspended on her hips. His left hand glided to rest along her thigh, fingers peaking from under the cotton layer; the gentle stroking of fingers against soft, silken thighs was delightful to both Sophie and Hui. His right hand slipped around the back, a warm hand tenderly cupping her backside, the plump globe like cream within his hand. He slipped his hand further to the side, his middle finger caressing the part between her cheeks, before he begun to move both of his hands in tandem, down her pelvis.

The cotton waistband of her panties bunched just below pussy; her thighs pressed together to stop it's decent. She felt Hui's left hand ease forwards, bringing the cupping motion that had been stroking the seam of her arse, to cup her hairless pussy, a practice she'd kept from the "Human world." The heat radiating from Sophie's pussy was exquisite, and it told of her arousal to Hui, pressing upwards slightly he felt her engorged cunt lips part slightly. Pressing only his lone middle finger between her lips, he felt them immediately turn slick as her heavenly juices coated it, feeling the heat itself had Hui's cock tightening within his pants; Sophie was as hot as a bitch in heat.

As Hui fell into a crouch to better remove her panties, his finger slid forwards, bumping into her swollen clit. Sophie gave a sharp jolt and a soft "ahh" of surprise, far to startled to have been ready to hold it in. They both froze, ears alert to any disturbance outside, they both knew if Chika or Riwa had any suspicion they would not refrain from barging in to see what the problem was. But thankfully Chika was far to involved in yammering on about his mother he had failed to notice anything, though the stark thrill of arousal that had coursed through her body at the though of being caught was something Sophie would have to think on later. 

As Hui realized the danger of playing with his mistress where the others could hear, he curled his finger and slowly dragged it back and out of Sophie's pussy, collecting a large amount of her sopping wet juices. Sophie gave a shudder but managed to keep her silence as Hui withdrew from her pussy, but his actions were completely reflected into the mirror in front of her. Sophie felt her pussy contract and weep as she would have given anything in the world to have a cock fill her gushing pussy at this moment as she viewed Hui's exquisite actions.

Hui brought his slicked finger to his mouth, the tip resting just against his delicate, flushed lips, a gentle sniff that was evident in the way his nostrils contracted had Sophie wither in delight; in his delight at the scent of her flavour, a tiny bit smeared against his upper lip, tongue darting out he swiped the miniscule dot away, doing nothing but wetting his appetite from his mistress. Parting his gossamer lips, he slipped his dark tongue from the recesses of his mouth, lips pulling back over his teeth slightly.

He started at the bottom crease of his finger, palm facing towards his face, the tip of his tongue gracing his own soft flesh as he dragged it achingly slowly up his finger, the peak of his tongue curling, letting the clear juices collect in the dip just under it. His tongue almost seemed to flick as it graced over the hardened pad of his middle finger. As he finished one side of his treat, his eyes closed as to revel in the taste of his mistress, the soft tang delightful to his tastebuds. Withdrawing his tongue, he savoured the earthy essence. Turning his hand so that the back of his hand faced him, he slipped his now-clean tongue from his mouth, drawing it along the back of his coated finger, much in the way a cat would groom it's paw.

Now finished with his treat that his mistress had graced him with, Hui curled his fingers around the sides of her cotton panties, drawing them down her supple and curvaceous legs, leaving behind a slick trail of saliva.

'Damn Hui for getting me worked up like that. Screw the other guys, I should just have Hui fuck me in here,' Sophie gave a slight huff once she knew her fun was over. Lifting her arms above her head, she felt another silken garment slip over her body, her tight, erect nipples like tiny pebbles beneath the smooth surface.

'I'm getting sick of silk as well; need to start wearing other kinds of fabric. I'm tired of nearly slipping out from between my bed sheets all the time.' Sophie moaned, finding everything distasteful due to the halt in Hui's activities on her person.

Taking the offered hand from Hui, Sophie was guided down the plush red steps from the top dais, as she walked through the part within the divider she gave a quick sound of distress, hopping from foot to foot; the cold cream marble riddled with soot coloured veins was as cold as ice. Sophie made a mental note to think about getting it covered with a plush rug for cold nights. She made a quick couple of steps that had her free breasts bounce and sway with the jolting impact of foot against floor before she leapt onto the bed, burrowing her frozen feet under a stray fur throw to hopefully warm them up.

Ignoring the chuckling Chika, as she found it irritating that he took so much amusement from her discomfort, she scooped up a pile of loose reports, thoroughly out of order thanks to Chika's body bomb onto the bed earlier. But before she could swear any more bodily harm onto Chika's shaking form, there was a soft knock at the door. Everything fell silent.

"Yes, what is it?" the command came out in what Sophie liked to call her "I art better than thou" voice, a voice she'd been "trained" to use when addressing people of a lower status. It was supposed to make everyone treat her with the respect and authority her position held; she just thought it made her seem like she had a ten foot icicle shoved up her arse.

"M'Lady, it is time the concubines retired," came the submissive voice of one of her guards. Sophie simply huffed like a child having been denied the right to stay up all night with her friends. The imposed "curfew" had been something Mort had enforced as he had to be the one to deal with her grumpy mood in the morning due to staying up all night with her concubines.

'What am I, seven? Last time I checked, I was in charge. And what the hell does he think I do all night when I have one of the concubines 'stay the night'? Does he think we have an in-depth discussion about politics before going to bed before lights out?' Sophie grumped mentally; she didn't appreciate being treated like a child. But she knew logically it was for her own good; she needed the right amount of sleep, the time it took her to fuck her delicious concubines excluded, so she wouldn't make a monumental cock-up and accidentally declare war on another country.

'Bloody politics and traditions; forget what hand goes where in a formal greeting, and I've announced I want to cut the king's head off.' It was at times like these Sophie longed for the informal days of living in New Zealand. It was such a young country; it didn't have long-built traditions worked into every pore of society.

"It seems it is time for us to depart, M'Lady," Tobi softly said, sweeping into a bow that matched Hui's, Riwa simply giving a tilt of his head. Chika on the other hand felt the need to protest. Like usual.

"Yeah, alright, cya around, guys," Chika called cockily from the bed, having rolled over to sling an arm around Sophie's waist, pulling her towards himself. Tobi froze, his whole body stiff, and Sophie would recall at a later date the spots on his cheeks flashing bright red a second before she heard Tobi utter something in his native language, a flash of tightly coiled magic whipped out, instantly forming what looked like a chain of tightly woven bright silver metal. Chika, not having been trained in any kind of magic or fighting, was left helpless as the mystical chain swung around his neck in an instant. A swift tug from Tobi had the half-elven boy flung from her bed and onto the hard marble floor.

Sophie, of course, did nothing to help Chika, as this was a common practice between the two. Chika was never hurt, only humiliated when he was dragged back to his quarters like a common dog. As Sophie saw them open the door to leave, she stumbled upon a piece of paper that would give one of them a reason to stay.

"Oh, bugger," Sophie swore, trying to look forlorn as she held up a piece of paper. "Riwa, would you be able to stay behind and help me? I must have forgotten to get Mort' to help me write a response to Lord Dranfir, the Demon Lord of Wrath; and, well, you're from Hades; you'll know what to write without insulting him, wont you?" Sophie almost found it ominous how slowly he turned around, the fact that he was smirking did not help, ether.

"Of course, M'Lady, I would be more then willing to help, to have you call on me is a great honour." Riwa drawled, Sophie knew his "humble" words were simply a show for the guard, but they were still far too seductive for Chika's liking.

"What?!" Came Chika rasped voice as it was rather hard to breathe when one was being choked by a chain though he was quickly silenced and dragged from the room by a stone-cold Tobi.

"We shall leave you to rest then, M'Lady," Hui said calmly, a final bow given before he slipped the door closed. 

"So, Lord Dranfir has invited us to his palace in the third layer of the Underworld on the second. I need to write-" But Sophie was cut off by a snap. Looking up at Riwa, Sophie watched his hand descend over the frog knots keeping his floor-length coat closed. His coal-black nails pricked the knot, snapping it from the fabric, letting it fall to the ground with a soft, dull thud.

"We both know why I'm here," he droned, the tips of his fingers stained back with what looked like black smoke grazed over yet another knot, the same ping resonating through the room like before. As the last knot was severed from its place on his jacket, he begun to stalk forwards, bare feet padding against the cold marble; he pulled the jacket off of his Adonis-like form, his milky, unnatural skin rippling with the movement, captivating Sophie's gaze. All that he wore under the jacket was a pair of nearly-see-through, white, gossamer cotton harem pants that stopped just below his knees. A gold sash adorned with beautiful blue opals wrapped around the waistband of his pants that slung low on his hips, the middle of the sash hanging down between his legs ending in ornate tassels. 

"So I suggest you silence your mouth and stand the fuck up," Riwa growled, the thundering rumble billowing from deep within his chest. It seemed to rattle the very air around Sophie, sending shivers down her spine with its caress. The jacket, now free from his arms, was flicked like a useless piece of fabric to the other side of the room as Riwa's magnificent, glistening black tail came into play.

It was long, thick, and heavy as it landed on the floor with a resounding smack. It reminded Sophie of a dinosaur's tail, yet far more prehensile. It seemed to wave to and fro behind him as he walked; the gentle wavering glide seemed to make Riwa look even more predatory.

"He did not just tell me to shut up," Sophie thought, eyes narrowing. She didn't care how attractive he was; she would not be bossed around. So even as he approached the bed and stood directly in front of her, eyebrow cocked, Sophie defiantly remained sitting.

But Sophie was hardly left a choice as Riwa's right hand snapped out, curling into her reddish auburn hair. He yanked to her feet; her plump bosom crushed against his hard chest. Sophie gave a cry as she felt the sharp tug on the back of her head, her hands coming to push against Riwa's pectorals; he was almost uncomfortably hot to the touch.

Riwa slammed his generous mouth over Sophie's in a vicious dominating kiss to silence her cries; his long reptilian tongue flicked into her mouth, curling around her own like a python constricting it's prey; it was far to long to be a human tongue and as it brushed against her uvula, causing her to retch. With a sound of outrage that was blocked in her throat, Sophie curled her nails into his chest, leaving angry red half-moons in their wake; she thrashed her legs, trying to break the dominant kiss; she would not give in so easily.

As a downward stomp of her heel connected with the top of Riwa's foot, Riwa pulled his head back, a serpentine hiss escaping his throat as the tongue whipped back into his open, waiting maw. With one hand bound into Sophie's hair, his left ripped her silken nightgown from her and tossed her naked body onto the waiting piles of fur and silk. With a shriek of outrage, Sophie sat up, hands covering her bountiful breasts, her soaked pussy hidden between the creamy flesh of her thighs.

As Riwa sunk both hands into her thick hair, he pulled her face to his, his brilliant scarlet eyes now glowing an eerie dark crimson. "You may talk and walk as you like outside of this bedroom, but when you are in here, under my control, the only noise you will make is when you are screaming as I plunder your wet, hot cunt with my vicious cock. The only movement you will make is when you crawl to me on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, or when you cum and cum around my monster of a cock as I pound your pussy into oblivion. You are my bitch in this room and you will do as I want."

His left hand slipped from the bruising grip in her hair to slip around behind him, a second later his opal-encrusted sash clattered to the ground. "And right now, what I want," he said, straightening his back as he pushed her face into his crotch, "is for you to suck my cock."

Her face pushed into his crotch, Sophie could feel the heat radiate from the massive stiff erection trapped behind his cotton pants. She rubbed her thighs together; the slick wetness that had coated each plump leg after his riveting speech was pouring from her snatch at a furious pace. Sophie had always adored dirty talk; it turned her on faster then any flash of a cock could, and so she had no need to protest Riwa's order.

Due to her increased excitement, Sophie's breathing had degenerated to a wanton panting. Her hot breath eased over the thin layer of cotton, causing the tight cock underneath to twitch. The sight of the movement had Sophie give a moan, her lips brushing over the hidden cock. Her hands leaving her breasts, she wrapped her fingers around each of his thighs, she scooted her body forwards, letting the front of her shins smack against the cold marble as she slipped from the bed. The chill seemed to resonate from the floor to her shins then it travelled all the way to her nipples, causing them to contract and tighten, blushing with arousal.

Sophie closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek along the side of his thigh, her nose brushing against his heaving cock every time she dipped or raised her head. She turned her face and placed her cheek directly over his cock before pushing onto it, scenting his masculine aroma. As she continued rubbing her face on his cock, she gave a soft moan when she felt a wet patch at the top brush against her lips.

Feeling the large head on her chin, she turned her head and rubbed her slightly parted lips around the seam of his head. Pressing the flared section of the head of his cock between her slightly parted lips, she closed her lips around the flared section, in an almost-toothless nipping action. The rumbling purr that resonated from deep within Riwa's gut had another coating of Sophie's wet juices splatter across her already-wet thighs.

Pressing her lips to the head of Riwa's cock, Sophie opened her mouth and let her flat, moist tongue press against the sensitive glands there. She flicked her tongue back and forth, hitting it with the front side and the backside of her tongue. She continued this teasing action; the flittering tickling flash of her tongue against Riwa's sensitive cock was almost unbearably delicate.

Riwa had had enough of Sophie's erotic teasing. With a feral, growl he once again entangled her hair in his fist and pressed her face directly on his cock, forcing her already open mouth to partially sink around his cock. "I grow tired of your teasing. You will put my cock in your mouth now," he hissed. 

He never had been very patient, though Sophie was not fazed by the situation. Curling her small fingers around the waistband of his pants, she pulled it down his pelvis and up and over his straining cock. As it burst free from it's confinement, it smacked directly onto Sophie's cheek, smearing a line of black pre-cum along her cheekbone. Taking the massive cock in hand, Sophie wasted no time and immediately begun a quick, rough stroke as she watched his cock. 

It was big; that was without a doubt. It had to be the single biggest cock Sophie had ever seen. It had to have been around nine inches in length, but what was truly amazing was the width. Sophie couldn't even wrap a single hand around it; it had to have been thicker then her arm. But what really had Sophie's pussy quivering in excitement were the little moving black bumps that adorned this god of a cock.

They looked like large, black beads held under the skin, the flesh above and around was stained black. Even as they moved, Sophie knew that they were exquisite to feel as Riwa pounded into her pussy, the constant movement and even the constant changing of size stimulated all of the nerves situated within her snatch. It was like having the best vibrator that had a deliciously sexy male attached to it.




Sophie's Adventure Ch. 02



"I believe I said 'your mouth,' not your hands," came Riwa's aggressive growl from above her, his hands tightening in her hair, her head was jerked upwards, her eyes connecting with Riwa's. His hair fell around his face like a halo, framing his demonic face; his eyes were by now were nearly as black as onyx, but an ever-present swirl of bright scarlet dashed through his eyes, showing that they had simply fallen into such a deep red that they seemed to almost suck in all light. His pupils were nearly non-existent. His handsome face had hardened to show the true monster he was, teeth pulled back to reveal a set of elongated, curved fangs, long enough to nearly puncture his bottom lip.

Two black patches seemed to leak from under his skin, what Sophie knew to be the opening signs to the emergence of a pair of satanic horns. His ears seemed shift in their position on the side of his head, the tips lengthening and sharpening to look like longer, elven ears. His body seemed to radiate a thick, black magic; not necessarily evil magic, just dark and monstrous.

"Since you seem to be in a slow mood tonight, I will obviously have to show you what to do," Riwa cooed.

Sophie, already knowing where this was going, snapped open her mouth with a pop, all too eager to feel the heavy weight of Riwa's cock enter her mouth. As Riwa pushed her head forwards, she felt her lips stretch over the head of his cock, trying to accommodate him in her tiny mouth. Riwa only managed to fit the head in before he pulled her head off.

"Now you try," Riwa snarked in a condescending voice. Sophie narrowed her eyes, not to pleased about his tone of voice, but a sharp, painful tug on her hair reminded her not to say anything about it. 

'I'll show him slow; I'll suck his brain out through his cock tonight.' Sophie promised herself.

With her right hand wrapped around the base of his cock, she slipped the head back into her mouth, tongue lavishing over the sensitive glands. Her lips tightened around the head, creating a strong suction as she sucked more of his cock into her already straining mouth, but she was quickly encouraged to take more as the grasping hands in her hair tightened following a rumbling groan.

As she started working her mouth back and forth over his cock, working herself further and further down each time, she begun stroking with her hand in tandem; it easily glided over the black bead-like bumps on his cock with help of generous amounts of saliva that leaked from her gaping mouth. Riwa started off gently pumping his hips, slipping his cock in and out of Sophie's mouth; the squelching noises as he pumped into her open maw had Sophie's pussy quiver in delight.

Hands still wrapped tightly around the front of Riwa's thighs, Sophie begun rocking her whole body in time with Riwa's thrust, helping him fuck her face. Her breasts bobbed and rocked with each thrust and Sophie was able to move her foot directly under her pussy, lowering her cunt directly onto it. She was able to rub her clit over her heel with every rock of her body. Closing her eyes, her fingers pushed into the hard muscle of Riwa's thighs as the jolts of pleasure rocketed up from her pussy. She begun to work up speed, rocking her hips back and forth, all but mashing her clit into her heel.

Letting Sophie's hair unwrap from his fist, Riwa grabbed onto each side of Sophie's head, holding her head still he begun to piston his cock in and out of her face, not caring that every time he rocked inwards he smashed into Sophie's uvula, causing her to gag, cough, and push more saliva out of the corners of her mouth to drip down her pale neck and splatter across her viciously rocking breasts. Sophie's large blue eyes watered in pain as he fucked her face, hands pushing against his thighs to try and get him to slow down, he was hitting the back of her throat to much, she felt as if she was about to puke; but the final straw came as with a final snarl he pushed past her gag reflex and slipped into her throat.

Having her air way cut off and her throat and mouth stretched painfully around Riwa's massive cock immediately had Sophie in a blind panic, fingernails scratching down Riwa's thighs left bloody trails before her hands slipped up to his hips, trying to force him back and out of his throat. Sophie was only broken out of her scramble to have him leave her throat by his amused laughter.

'D-did he just laugh?' Sophie thought, all thoughts of getting him to vacate her throat nicely thrown from her mind. 

Without even a bat of her lashes, She clamped down her jaw as hard as she could.

Teeth biting into the sensitive flesh of Riwa's cock had him hissing in pain; and whilst yes, incubi did love pain with their sex, they did not like having their cock munched on like it was a juicy steak. With a cry of pain, Riwa ripped Sophie's head away from his cock, her teeth scraping down the length of his retreating dick, before abandoning his hold on her head altogether in the need to nurse his aching penis.

This of course left him completely oblivious to the hard, curled fist coming straight for his gut.

"How dare you!" Sophie snarled, outraged as her fist slammed into Riwa's unprotected stomach, hitting hard enough into the tight wall of muscle to send him staggering out of breath. But Sophie wasn't finished. Grabbing a handful of blood-red hair, she swung Riwa at the bed, his legs catching on the side as he collapsed into the piles of bedding. Sophie leapt on top of him, red-blushed breasts swinging wildly as her hand snapped across the left side of his face, leaving four lines across his cheeks; her normal human nails had morphed into curved, vicious dragon claws in her own rage.

Still to caught up in her own anger, she swung her arm back, looking to land a hard backhanded slap to the other side of his face, but she was to slow. Riwa, having recovered, grabbed her incoming arm and with his spare hand he wrapped it over Sophie's eyes, blinding her but not silencing her harpy-like shriek. She gave a vicious growl Riwa pushed her to the bed with the hand covering her eyes; with his other hand he threw her arm to the side and grabbed onto her right thigh.

Sophie was writhing in anger and trying to remove the hand blocking her vision, her claws ripping into the flesh of Riwa's arm, turning it to mere ribbons, the blood running down his hand and across her face. She was far to enraged with how he had treated her face like some hole in the wall to predict what Riwa was going to do next.

Grabbing Sophie under her knee, Riwa used his bruising lift to yank her lower body from the bed and in a vicious slam, used Sophie's own body weight to drive her down onto his thick cock, ripping his way into her unprepared, tight cunt. Giving out a heart-wrenching cry, Sophie tried to snap her legs together, her claws digging into his bloodied arm. She whimpered like an injured puppy, thrashing and trying to get him out of her.

"Do you see what you make me do? " Riwa growled, forcing the back of her head down further onto the bed. He gave another vicious thrust that caused Sophie to cry out. 

"Riwa," Sophie sobbed out, far too shocked and in pain to do much else; she never would have picked Riwa to do such a thing. She could tell from the stinging, god-awful pain of every thrust that she'd been torn and was bleeding.

"Wrap your legs around me," Riwa ordered his voice still hard as if he hadn't just admitted to himself that he was in the wrong. When he saw no movement from the keening girl splayed out delightfully below him, he decided to compromise. "I'll make it feel better." It was the closet Sophie would ever come from having an apology.

As Sophie shifted, she gave out a whimper of agony, lifting her legs she wrapped them around the back of Riwa who was propped up on his knees, sitting on his heels. The only reason she was doing this and not calling for the guards so they could cut off Riwa's head off was because he'd told her he'd make it better. Normally Sophie wouldn't give a care, but she knew that because Riwa was an incubus, he was bound to his word; he could literally not break it.

With his left hand still covering her eyes, Riwa rocked his hips back, sliding out slowly until he had completely withdrawn. Sliding his hand under Sophie's arse, he tilted her pelvis up, sliding his thick, blood-covered erection back into Sophie he grit his teeth, the intermingle of blood and her squelching juices helped aid his push into Sophie's tight cunt.

"Stay still," Riwa hissed from between clenched teeth, the muscles jumping from the strain to not throw caution to the wind and fuck Sophie raw. As he continued to carefully stroke just the head of his cock into Sophie, he slowly begun to feed more and more of it into her, trying to ignore the soft keening cries of pain she gave out as she withered on the bed, still not used to the feel of his cock pushing against her bruised inner muscles.

Sophie dug her claws into her violent lover's already massacred arm, feeling the splatter of another dose of his blood connect with her face. The pain was horrible, but she could feel a soft tone of pleasure resonate down to her toes every time one of those bulbous, black bumps rolled against her G-spot.

As Riwa begun to pick up the pace, Sophie gave a small cry of pleasure, the pain of her bruised and battered pussy finally giving way to some small fleck of pleasure and as Riwa continued pumping his shifting cock in and out of her. She could feel that smouldering flicker of pleasure increase until it was a raging fire, the pain nothing but a compliment to cut the pleasure.

She dug her claws into the bed throws by her head, her claws tearing through the soft fabrics in a display of pleasure. She tried to toss her head to the side as a shocking ripple of pleasure had her pussy contract, but she still found her head restrained by the blinding hand over her eyes. But it was far from an annoyance; being starved of her sight, Sophie could concentrate on the exquisite senses of touch, taste, and sound.

And what she could feel was Riwa's free hand begin to cut into the flesh of her stomach.

Unlike the bruising pain of Riwa's rough entrance, the slicing, stinging pain as a single claw cut lightly into her flesh was exquisite. Sophie had found out rather soon after sleeping with Riwa that blood play was a large turn-on for her.

The heady, spicy scent of Sophie's blood filled Riwa's nose, quite different from the smoky smell of his own black blood. Dragon blood was very different then any other blood in the worlds; dragon blood was filled with raw power, emotions, and memories; it was truly their life. Though Sophie's red blood was different from the all-consuming silver of a normal dragon, Sophie's dragon blood had been locked behind the golden amulet that was currently resting on her collarbone, locking up with it all her immense power she was still unable to control.

Even if Sophie had bled the true silver of her kind, Riwa would never be able to indulge in the pleasure of tasting her blood like he could now; it would literally burn him from the inside out. Dragon blood was like liquid fire and you would ether have to be incredibly power or incredibly stupid to try and drink it.

But it didn't matter at a time like this, as Riwa finished slicing the ancient symbols into his lovers flesh.

With a wicked smirk, he slid his hand through the blood collecting in the divot of her belly, taking pleasure for a moment to gaze down at his sprawled, bleeding lover, the beautiful symbols used within the art of demon summoning stuck out boldly compared to Sophie's pale skin due to the heavy crimson leaking from each incision. The rivers of blood seeping from each demonic mark tracked down her freckled torso, rolling down from the slit downwards tilt of her body, streaking over her breasts and marring her perfect neck.

Deciding now was the time; Riwa ripped his hand away from Sophie's eyes. Placing each hand in a specific spot, Riwa hissed out in a dark demonic voice the chant that needed to flow to summon the creature he needed.

"Riwa, what are you doing?!" Sophie screeched. The second he'd taken his hand away from her eye's, she'd seen the symbols carved into her flesh. She'd never seen a demon summoning seal like this in her studies before. In a blind panic, not knowing what would come through the seal, Sophie tried to slam a magic-filled hand down into the middle of the symbols to disrupt the dark energy from activating the seal.

But she was too late.

Her back bowed off the bed, her arms flying out to the side, her large blue eyes grew wider as they tried to roll backwards, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the bottom of her world fell through her stomach. It was something she'd never felt before, like someone had taken the flesh of her stomach and pushed it into another realm, like she didn't even have a stomach anymore.

She gave a shuddering intake of breath, her senses coming back to her just in time for her to look down at her purple glowing gut to see a series of massive, tar-black arms slink out of the swirl of energy. They were all large and of the same size, the length was all that differed; there were too many to count at any one time, though. They simply kept moving and Sophie really wasn't in the frame of mind for such a mundane task.

A set of hands slipped up her bloody torso to wrap around the bottom of each of her heaving, heavy breasts; another set slipped under her hips and pulled her bottom half, up and off Riwa's cock, the elbows digging into the soft mattress below her to keep her arse supported a couple of feet off the bed. The next set of arms wrapped around her knees, pulling them back towards her head and out to the side, leaving her pussy exposed and gaping to the incubus kneeled between her legs. Another set of long, onyx arms grabbed each one of her wrists and slammed them down beside her head on the bed. Wide-eyed and slightly panicked, Sophie whipped her head from side to side to look at her now-trapped hands.

Curling her suspended toes, Sophie looked back up her body, to see the smirking, cocky Riwa. Opening her mouth to ask what was going on, Sophie was stopped as the last set of hands shot out and covered her mouth; one large black hand laying over the other.

"Ah, now that you are properly prepared." Riwa purred. "I can now enjoy your feast of a body in any way I please." All Sophie could do was widen her eyes even further as Riwa licked his chops, gazing down at her exposed, suspended, and helpless body.

Riwa slithered this long, prehensile, black, lizard-esque tail up between his legs, giving a soft snarl of pleasure as it brushed over his heavy ball sack and throbbing bloodied cock. Bringing it up between Sophie's parted legs; the tip wriggled and wavered like a withering snake for Sophie to see.

It smacked down along her exposed pussy, causing her body to jolt as a sharp pang of pleasure rocketed up her spine; it was followed quickly with another couple of slaps, smattering her thighs with her own juices with each hit. It stopped, resting between her open cunt lips for a second; the thick, leathery tail pressing down on her clit. It then started to slither like a serpent, exciting the clit that was trapped under it.

Riwa pushed nearly the entire length of his tail over her exposed pussy, Sophie's cunt lips looking like they were trying to grab onto the side of his heavy tail. The tip of the tail slid down her abdomen and over the activated seal, wriggling, almost taunting Sophie as it rested on the space between the bones of her ribcage. It then rocketed back, Riwa dragging the entire length down her helpless pussy, rubbing her clit raw.

The tip of Riwa's tail flickered along Sophie's cunt, teasing the sensitive nerves that lay just under the surface. It slipped just inside of Sophie's snatch, flicking around like it had a life of its own. Sophie withered on the bed, unable to close her legs to trap the delightful appendage in her cunt. Her body shivered and shook as Riwa's tail caressed her insides; it begun to slink further in, twisting and turning it massaged her walls like a tentacle.

Sophie's eyes tried their best to roll back, saliva leaking from around the large black hands clasped over her mouth; she wasn't even allowed the relief of being able to grasp the bed sheets below her. It was pure, unadulterated, fantastic torture and she loved every single moment of Riwa's withering tail easing into her like a giant prehensile cock.

Having reached the end of Sophie's channel, the snakelike tip rattled against the tight ring of muscle that closed Sophie's uterus off from its exploring grasp; the tail gave it another tickle before retreating. The squelching noises as the tail slowly begun to retreat from her pussy had Sophie whining in discontent; she clamped her inner muscles down around the tail to try and have it stay within her, but in this position she had no control as to what came into her or what left her.

But Riwa would not be so cruel as to leave her completely. With just the tip left in, he surged his tail forwards again, the tip folding over itself as it crushed into the tight ring of her uterus again, the slight pain sparking along Sophie's senses. Riwa continued this pattern, a slow withdrawal followed by a quick insertion, causing Sophie to try and moan out from around the gagging hands, her eyes closed in pleasure.

But Sophie's eyes whipped open when she felt a pair of the large black hands begin to move, more importantly the set supporting her arse up in the air. She could feel its large, black fingers tense and dig into her arse cheeks before it slowly begun moving her forward. Toes curled and legs tense Sophie gave a shuddering moan as her body was pushed onto the forwards-moving tail pounding into her cunt.

Riwa could tell even after such little play Sophie was ready to come; the contracting walls rippling around his tail with increasing frequency told him such, so with a quick twist of his tail he sent it slamming down into her cunt and thrashed it from side to side, any movement that he could do in such a tight, confined space would set Sophie off, he knew.

And it did.

Sophie's body was immediately thrown into convulsions, her muscles rippling and breasts bouncing; her juices splashed up against Riwa's abdomen as she came. Eyes closed and covered mouth giving off muffled moans; her orgasm was prolonged as the hands beneath her pushed her faster and faster down onto the tail ripping in and out of her, thrashing like a wild snake.

Riwa's juice covered tail slipped out of Sophie's wet cunt with a resounding "scchhllk" and fell onto the bed underneath Sophie with a moist thump. As she opened her eyes, her head felt light from the body-shaking orgasm.

"Ahhhhh," Riwa cooed. "Don't look so relieved; we're not finished yet." His tongue slid out from between his lips and licked over his chops like a starving dog. "I haven't even gotten to taste you yet."

With the slick sound reverberating in her ears, Sophie watched as Riwa's tongue fell onto her body with a splatter, landing on her lower abdomen. The dark, flat tongue was covered in thick saliva, almost like a gel, but Sophie knew that was only the side-effect of what was in Riwa's saliva that made it so thick; she could feel it now. The thick saliva, as per usual, heightened the sensations of Sophie's skin wherever it fell.

She could feel the tingling sensation rocket up from the place on her lower belly where Riwa's tongue had landed; it had already flushed red due to the blood being drawn to the surface by the chemicals in Riwa's saliva. But Riwa's tongue wasn't finished with its tricks yet.

Riwa's tongue became increasingly dark as blood begun to pool into it, a section near the end of his tongue begun to balloon because of this. A bulb developed, looking rather ovular in shape; there was only a tiny portion of tongue left at the end of this tongue, and this had as well changed. The tip of Riwa's tongue had puckered, but this was not the end of its change.




Sophie's Adventure



The next was the youngest and the shortest, a half-elf by the name of Chika. He had short straight pale blonde hair with a small braid running from the right side of his forehead all the way back to where his short hair ended on his neck. A small white feather was tucked in between the plaits near the end of the braid.

He had not always been a concubine; he had originally been a stable boy in her horse stables, cleaning up after her prized stable animals. Hard labour that had left his five-foot-eleven body tanned and hard from the harsh noon sun; even his boyish baby face and cute Elvin ears were given a healthy golden glow not ever seen on a full-blooded elf.

The reason he had come to be a concubine was because of Sophie's soft heart. She had been down at the stables waiting for her horse to be saddled when she had heard the sobbing in the next stall over, something Chika denies even till this day; being the caring girl she was, Sophie asked what the matter was and Chika, in a moment of weakness, had spilled his guts. 

His full-blooded Elvin mother, who had run away from her lordly Elvin family to raise her half-blooded son, had been ill. With her unable to work, it was left to Chika to get a job. All the money he had been earning hadn't been enough to sustain both his rent in her workers' wing as well as sustain his mother's medicine, care, and food. He had been at his wits end. If he couldn't get the money for rent, he'd be fired and kicked out, leaving him with no money and no way to pay for his mother's medication. But if he payed rent to continue working, he wouldn't have enough money to buy his mother's medication.

Sophie had immediately felt sorrow for the boy and his circumstance, and had come up with the idea of Chika being a concubine. Not only would he be payed more, his mother would be able to move into a section of Sophie's citadel that was meant to house the family of her prized concubines, as was tradition.

Chika had gladly accepted and had been moved into the lap of luxury along with his mother.

Sophie had never planned to "consort" with Chika; she had given him the duties of concubine in name only. Even though it was fully within her right to call on him for any of her needs, she was not about to push herself on a male that found her unattractive, even repulsive.

It wasn't until a month later that she found a distressed Chika waiting in her room, demanding why it was exactly she didn't want to sleep with him. 

He had been wondering if she had thought him unattractive. He had had the same concerns as her. She had assumed he didn't want to fulfil his role of concubine, and he had wanted to please his lady and mistress in the way a concubine was meant to. He wanted to do his job.

He was her second-favourite lover. His boyish young ways left him fumbling and unsure in his actions; his playful bashfulness had her feeling and acting the age she was. Lifting the stress off her shoulders. He was learning the ways to please her and she was teaching him what she liked a new experience for them both. 

She had been a virgin when she entered The Realm, but that had ended quickly; her virginity had been given for a peace and trade treaty with the Numiks.

Not that she had cared; virginity wasn't something Sophie held in high regard, none of that "wait till you find your soul mate" bullshit for Sophie. She had in fact found it a bonus. Not only did she fuck a deliciously sexy prince with a body to die for, but she brought prosperity and wealth to a small village in her domain. 

Her people had benefited and she was happy.

Hui was next, a passionate musician who'd been given to her as a welcoming gift from a village on the outskirts of her domain. 

He was a forest nymph, completely human looking; long, light, brunette hair hung down to his waist; the top section of hair was held back in a knot, a common Elvin fashion. He had peach-toned skin and stood at six feet. With a slender frame with narrow shoulders and equally narrow hips, he didn't posses her favourite figure, but he made up for it in bed. 

Hui had a certain air about him, light, carefree, simplistic and calm like the gentle wind, but he could change into a torrent of passionate tornados as he skilfully and slowly ravished her body. Speaking words in tongues she couldn't understand, driving her into a red haze of pleasure and lust. He had the skill to make her lose herself in him, have hours tick past like seconds. He could satisfy her with a simply flick of his hand, and in the morning he would hold her and stroke her body down from her climax, returning to his soft spoken way. That's what made him her favourite fuck.

The final concubine and the one that always had her blood on fire was Riwa, a tall six-foot-seven pale Adonis. By far the most gorgeous concubine she had and the envy of nearly every court. His tall milky-white body hinted with pale pink, stretched over hard muscle, with no hint of fat anywhere on his body. 

Thin silken strands of hair, the same colour of fresh blood, hung to his hips in perfect straight threads; a generous cupid bow mouth hiding a wicked set of fanged canine teeth just waiting to bite.

And that's exactly what they did.

Riwa was her vicious lover, dominating powerful. The sex was animalistic and bloody; they were often left with bruises, bite marks, and loss of blood after a good raw fuck. When she'd had a bad day and needed to let loose, when she needed to be tied down, collared, spanked and have her brains fucked out, it was Riwa she turned to. It was after all, in his nature.

He was an incubus after all.

Deriving his power and feeding his hunger on raw sexual energy was how he lived, he needed to know the quickest and hardest way to get any woman to come, or in a tight pinch, a man. The only reason Riwa wasn't her favourite was because he was gorgeous and he knew it. 

His arrogance nearly suffocated her sometimes, yes he was a good fuck, but his mouth ruined him. He was the guy your parents warned you about, the guy you fuck dirty but never take to meet your parents, the guy you have sexually depraved nasty kinky one night stand with, all rolled into one.

Rolling to her side and propping her head up on her balled fist, she viewed her concubines. This was a nightly ritual that let her avoid the shameful feelings she got when visiting the concubine quarters in look of sex as well as the horrible embarrassment she suffered when guards or maids saw her leaving their rooms the next morning. 

They would come to her at night, help her change into her night garments, and they'd either tell her about their day or she'd talk about hers. Then when the time came for them to leave, if she wanted to fuck any of them she'd simply ask for them to stay.

With a slight grin, and a thrill of arousal jolting through her body, Sophie wondered which one was going to stay the night.

To be continued~


A/N: SO, tell me? Which one do you want Sophie to fuck? This is where YOU readers get a choice; wanna see some nasty bloody sex with the arrogant Riwa? Or some boyish playful sex with Chika? Maybe some passionate love with Hui? Maybe she's tied and want to be catered to by Tobi? You can decide! Drop me a comment on who you think she should fuck! The most votes wins, but don't worry, she'll fuck ALL of them further in the story~!

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