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Desdemona let out a high-pitched moan as his cock pulsed inside of her, filling her with his seed. Her pussy spasmed and her body shuddered as the crimson-eyed demon simultaneously came. She quickly hugged him and squeezed with both her arms and legs as if she intended to stay that way forever.
“Frost,” Desdemona smiled as red tears welled up in her eyes. She embraced him even tighter while pressing her head against his chest. “I love you.”
“You’re infatuated with me,” Frost chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her, his cock pulsed inside of her as her full cunt similarly twitched. “You don’t know me well enough to love me.”
“No,” Desdemona said assuredly. “I love you.”
“Don’t argue with her,” Brynn laughed as he massaged her clit through her black panties. “Just let her love you.”
“Fine,” Frost chuckled while looking down at Brynn’s hand. “As for my other wife.”
“No, no, no,” Brynn said as Frost started pulling down her panties revealing her stubble. “It’s been a long trip and I haven’t had a chance to shave!”
“You think I care?” Frost teased as he attempted to wrestle away her panties.
“I do!” Brynn giggled while gesturing at Desdemona’s perfect mound. “I’m not letting this follow up that! Take one of the others!”
“Ena,” Fayeth ravenously licked the blonde elf. “Maybe you could let him come over here now that I have you all warmed up.” The busty elf slipped three fingers inside of Ena and thrust forcefully while licking her clit. “Could you imagine his cock stretching you while we all watch…”
“Fuck,” Ena moaned while holding Fayeth’s head on her clit. “That would be humiliating. Getting fucked by him. His cock…his cock…his cock…” Ena cried out as she came in Fayeth’s mouth. “I’m never going to let him…”
“She’s not fooling anybody,” Brynn laughed. “She wants you so bad.”
“I don’t understand,” Desdemona blushed as she watched Fayeth clean up Ena. “Is Frost unwilling to sleep with her?”
“I’m willing to,” Frost smirked at Ena as the rebellious elf glared at him. “I would love to pin her to a bed and take her over and over again. All she needs to do is ask.”
“Please, please, please,” Renna begged, kissing Lysandra’s free hand while the priestess slowly moved her fingers inside of the green-eyed elf. Lysandra masterfully played with Renna’s sopping cunt as the green-haired elf trembled. Frost realized he could learn quite a bit from the priestess as she smiled maliciously at her prey. “Please let me finish. I’ll be such a good girl. You’re so beautiful. You’re so wonderful. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please…”
“You’ll be a good girl from now on?” Lysandra slipped her fingers in Renna’s mouth and slid them on the petite elf’s tongue. She appeared to be matching the pace to the fingers slowly massaging Renna’s pussy. “You promise?”
“I pwomis,” Renna said as Lysandra finger fucked her mouth.
“Good,” Lysandra smiled at Frost as she increased her pace on Renna. It was like she was a musician playing some strange instrument. Both hands responding to each other in perfect harmony. Renna’s body spasmed as if Lysandra was shooting some invisible orgasmic force back and forth through her until finally the white-haired priestess pulled her hand from Renna’s pussy and savagely worked her clit.
“Goddess!” Renna moaned as she squirted all over the floor increasing the already ample pool of her juices. Her body spasmed while Lysandra gently helped her to the floor. “Goddess…”
“Now,” Lysandra pouted at Frost while casually walking toward the edge of the bed. She lifted the skirt of her dress and showed Frost her soaked teal panties. “I may need some help.”
“Desdemona?” Frost glanced at his demoness wife as she stared at Lysandra’s soaked panties. He figured it was only polite to should ask permission before he helped out the high priestess. “Do you mind?”
“What?” Desdemona stared at Lysandra and then back at him. “Oh, really? Okay. But I’ve never done it before.”
“Huh?” Brynn met Frost’s gaze. They both knew that Frost was actually asking permission for himself but it seemed Desdemona misinterpreted it as him asking her to take care of Lysandra. Brynn nodded as if she’d read his mind. “Don’t worry Des, there’s nothing to it. You’ll do great.”
“Right,” Lysandra followed along as she realized what was happening. She slowly removed her soaked panties and tossed them on Renna’s face while setting her white robe on a nearby chair. Brynn positioned Desdemona on her back as Lysandra moved to straddle the demoness’ face, ensuring the priestess was positioned to face Frost. Lysandra’s eyes fixated on Frost’s cock and she quickly bent down so her chest was flat against Desdemona’s stomach. Lysandra stuck out her tongue and gently licked Desdemona’s cum-filled cunt while staring at Frost’s cock. “Just do that, a lot.”
“Okay,” Desdemona said timidly as she ran her tongue along Lysandra’s gorgeous pussy. The elf shivered as Desdemona gently licked her. “Like that?”
“Mmhm,” Lysandra nodded while seductively beckoning him to come closer with her finger. She licked Desdemona’s clit several more times as she waited for Frost’s cock. Desdemona similarly continued to lick her, gradually growing more confident in her tongue strokes. Lysandra let out a long sexy moan while shaking her hips. “You’re doing a good job.”
Frost arrived in front of Lysandra and she wasted no time in going after his hard cock. She lavished him with licks and kisses only breaking to give Desdemona’s lovely cunt a reaffirming lap. Frost reached down and ran his fingers through Lysandra’s silky white hair. The sexy elf priestess licked off all of Desdemona’s juices from his thick cock as well as all his cum dripping from Desdemona’s cunt.
“I love you,” Frost said as he watched the beautiful amethyst-eyed elf take the tip of his cock into her mouth. He slowly thrust himself into her mouth as Lysandra relaxed her throat until she took him to the base. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Mhmhmhm,” Lysandra moaned happily on his cock while wiggling her ass in Desdemona’s face. Her beautiful violet eyes began to water as she pushed herself to please him.
“I’m going to go hard,” Frost warned Lysandra while gently stroking her ears. “Ready?”
“Mhm,” Lysandra said while blinking, a sign they’d established for her to confirm her readiness.
“Des, when I say go,” Brynn giggled. “Go really hard on her pussy. Really, really, hard. As hard and fast as you can.”
“Are you sure?” Desdemona asked hesitantly between gentle licks. “She seems really sensitive.”
“Uh-huh,” Brynn nodded while smiling at Frost. “Trust me. Now. Go.”
“Mmmfmm!” Lysandra moaned loudly on his cock as he and Desdemona attacked from both ends. The demoness aggressively licked Lysandra’s clit as Frost pulled his cock halfway out before thrusting it back into her throat. The sexy elf’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a long guttural groan.
“Harder,” Brynn said while grabbing Lysandra’s perfect ass and spreading her cheeks. The petite bard licked her lips as she leaned in and started lapping at Lysandra’s ass. “Don’t stop until she cums.”
“Okay,” Desdemona said nervously as she continued to barrage Lysandra’s clit.
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as he felt Lysandra’s throat tighten around him. He couldn’t hold himself back and thrust himself all the way in as his cock spasmed. He began pouring his cum down her throat as it hugged his thick shaft. He gasped as the euphoric feeling of releasing into his gorgeous elf’s throat pervaded him. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Mmmf,” Lysandra whined as Frost heard the sound of fluids splashing against skin.
“Should I keep going?” Desdemona asked anxiously as Lysandra’s nectar poured over her face.
“Only if you want,” Brynn said while swapping her attention from Lysandra’s asshole to Desdemona’s drenched face. The short-haired bard licked the demoness’ cheek like an animal cleaning their cub. “You did a good job.”
“Goddess,” Lysandra moaned as Frost pulled his cock from her throat. She rolled off of Desdemona allowing Frost the space to collapse on his demon wife.
“Oh wow,” Frost laughed as he looked at Desdemona’s drenched expression. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Desdemona nodded while wiping her face with her hand and licking off the substance. “It tastes kind of good.”
“Oh,” Brynn smiled while kissing Desdemona’s cheek. “If you like the taste of pussy the elves in the village are going to love you.”
“I can’t,” Desdemona shook her head. “I will never betray my husband. He’s the only one I want.”
“Betray?” Frost laughed as he thought it over. It wasn’t unreasonable to look at it that way but he actually liked the idea of them getting along. It put less pressure on him if they all got along. “I mean, I guess it is kind of a strange arrangement. But you’re allowed to sleep with anybody I sleep with. Don’t get me wrong, I might get jealous but I get pretty busy and there are a lot of elves in the village.”
“I’ll wait,” Desdemona said defiantly staring at him. “Only with you.”
“You are just adorable gorgeous,” Brynn laughed while kissing Desdemona’s cheek. “We’ll see how long that resolve lasts when you have elves sneaking into our bed in the middle of the night.”
“Our bed?” Desdemona asked.
“Yes,” Lysandra growled while looking down at Brynn. “What do you mean our bed?”
“It’s either our bed or us wives need to start looking at finding a new place to stay with our husband,” Brynn said threateningly. “So?”
“I’ll think about it,” Lysandra grumbled. “But you all need to stop waking me up at all hours of the night. If you want to wake up at two in the morning to fool around you need to do it somewhere else.”
“Blame handsome for that,” Brynn chuckled. “He’s the one always poking everybody at two in the morning.”
“I don’t mind it,” Renna giggled. “I like being poked.”
“You’re the biggest problem,” Lysandra said looking over the edge of the bed at the slender elf. “I’m pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Brynn said reassuringly while pecking Desdemona on the cheek. She turned and looked at Frost as he caught his breath. “Anyway, ready for round two yet handsome? I still haven’t gotten mine.”
“You said you would wait until we’re back in the village,” Frost grinned.
“We can just do it from behind and it’ll be fine,” Brynn said, getting on all fours and wiggling her ass. “Or are you already spent?”
“Fuck,” Frost laughed as he stared at the playful display. “It is my wedding night after all.”
CHAPTER 16
The next morning King Asmund was more than satisfied taking their word that he’d consummated the wedding after seeing his sister’s smiling face. More specifically, her messy smiling face complete with sticky hair. The queens quickly took her and the others away to the bath to clean up before their trip home. The women all seemed more than eager to be rid of their demonic sister-in-law.
Frost spent most of his time watching soldiers come and go through the castle as he waited for King Asmund to finish the final paperwork for the land transfers. He also needed to get the paperwork drawn and sent to his newly acquired villages so they’d know who their ruler was.
Although, if King Asmund were ever deposed the validity of the agreements would be called into question. An agreement made with a warlord who took the throne by force would never hold as much weight as one from a legitimized king.
“Herald Frost,” King Asmund yawned as he finally left his council chambers. He handed him the various paperwork and Frost quickly sifted through it. He confirmed the non-aggression pact, trade agreements, and land transfers were all in order as the king looked on. “If something happens to her...”
“Nothing will happen to her,” Frost said while placing the papers in his pouch. “She’s my wife, my responsibility. You know, you’re a real bastard for giving her to somebody like me.”
“No good man would marry a demoness,” King Asmund smirked. “So, I had to settle for one that wasn’t completely bad. But take care of her. I’ve already shown that I have no issue killing a herald to protect her.”
“The Herald of Riliandra,” Frost glanced at King Asmund. “That’s why you killed him?”
“He decreed that all demons should be eradicated,” King Asmund answered calmly. “Although in hindsight I should have killed his prophet, Owen, instead.”
“That’s it,” Frost laughed as everything started to make sense. “Oh, that’s a good scam. A very good scam.”
“Excuse me?” King Asmund asked. “What are you talking about?”
“Heralds are servants of their deities,” Frost said while thinking of the type of man that Riliandra might have chosen. She’s a goddess of order and this entire country seems to work on paperwork and chain of command, so he was probably the same. “The prophet was scamming everybody. Riliandra’s herald would follow whatever order Riliandra gave. Kings, noblemen, princes, all of them could have bribed the prophet to tell the Herald of Riliandra to do whatever they wanted.”
“Quiet down,” King Asmund growled while glancing around the room. “How do you know that?”
“It’s obvious,” Frost said while lowering his voice. “I couldn’t figure it out before because I don’t have a prophet but now it all makes sense. Heralds don’t remember their conversations with their deities. The prophet probably told the herald which claim to the throne he needed to support, which families should rise, which should be excommunicated. Even merchants could have used him to squash their competition while others could have used him to eradicate problems.”
Frost smiled at King Asmund as more pieces fell into place.
“Problems like generals coming back from wars with troops completely loyal to them,” Frost said. “Troops whose villages were being over taxed and exploited and a general who had a sibling that could be used against him. But that backfired, didn’t it? The prophet overreached and you beheaded some stupid asshole following orders.”
“I didn’t know that at the time,” King Asmund scowled. “The prophet thought my troops would betray me if I turned against the herald. He thought they’d stop me and when they didn’t, he ran. The idiot herald refused to reverse his decree and left me no choice. Afterward we found a ledger at the temple and it didn’t take long to realize what was going on. But by then Owen vanished along with his supporters.”
“Nobles and merchants,” Frost nodded. “Anybody who you might seek out and punish. And the propaganda about you. He’s spreading it to ensure that he has supporters throughout the country. The people will shelter and aide them because they think they’re being unfairly targeted. Oh, that’s smart.”
“Don’t be too impressed,” King Asmund said. “Their numbers are dwindling. We follow trails of rel right to them.”
“That explains why they’re trying to kidnap Desdemona,” Frost said. “I mean, the assassinations were probably something else but the kidnappings were these assholes trying to gain leverage. I fucking told Slade, stupid criminals. They think you’ll put the prophet and nobles back in charge and go right back to what they were doing. After all, they still have a prophet to speak for Riliandra, just no herald. That was driving me crazy.”
“You’ve been thinking about this for some time?” King Asmund asked. “For whatever reason I didn’t figure you for a smart man.”
“Smart?” Frost shook his head. “It’s such an obvious scam. A prophet doesn’t actually have to do as the god or goddess says just like I don’t have to do anything Shalia tells me to do. I can’t wait to tell…hm, how long are Desdemona’s baths normally?”
“You think I time her?” King Asmund shrugged while glancing around the room. He looked at one of his guards and his face contorted. “Reilly, how long ago were you supposed to be relieved of duty?”
“About an hour ago sir,” the guard answered. “But it’s not unusual for…”
“Fuck,” King Asmund snapped. “You fucking idiot! This is the last day they’d have to make their fucking move! Search the fucking castle!”
“Shit,” Frost said as he felt a cold wrath permeating his veins. “I should have thought of that! There was only one fucking window of opportunity remaining. If anything happens to Lysandra and the others…”
“I’m not worried about your fucking elves,” King Asmund snapped while rushing through the corridors with Frost trailing behind. The king commanded any guard he saw to find the queens and Desdemona but clearly didn’t give a damn about the elves. “We had one more fucking day.”
They arrived at the bathhouse and it was empty but there were used towels suggesting the women had been there. There were no signs of force so they probably left of their own accord. Frost scanned the room hoping to pick up any interesting or odd items but nothing popped up.
“Where would they have gone to get changed?” Frost asked as King Asmund. Several guards tossed the room looking for clues as King Asmund stared blankly at the water. “Asmund!”
“They should have just gone to their rooms to get changed,” King Asmund said in an unnervingly calm voice. “There’s no reason for them to go anywhere else.”
“You deaf fucking cunt,” Slade snarled as he walked into the room covered in blood. Several guards reached for their swords but King Asmund gestured for them to hold. “Did you not fucking hear me or did you just not give a fuck? Or were you two deaf fucking cunts too busy fucking each other’s asses to do something?”
“What are you talking about?” Frost asked. “Where are they?”
“They were fucking taken you stupid fucking cunt!” Slade said furiously. “I don’t know where the fuck they are now!”
