The Triad and the Village of Pregnant Beauties Chapter 1: Mother/Daughter Pregnant Delight

The Triad and the Village of Pregnant Beauties
Chapter One: Mother/Daughter Pregnant Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Fiona – Shesh, Lesh-Ke Mountains, Kingdom of Haz

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore my twin sister’s terrible antics in the bar. “Ten guys before a quarter of an hourglass runs out,” she boasted. “I’ll make you all explode.”

“Las’s cum, but you’re a wild one,” laughed a rough-faced man with the dusky skin of a Hazian, contrasting against my sister’s pale flesh. We were Tuathans from deep in the Lesh-Ke Mountains. “But no woman can make that many men cum that fast. No matter how good she is at sucking cock.”

My sister was a champion of sucking cock. It was outrageous. We were married women. Not that our husband had any more of a grasp on fidelity than my twin. Even now he dandied a barmaid on his lap, a rough hand shoved down her bodice to grope a breast.

I bet he wished it was Alesha’s breast. Six months ago, the last time we were in Shesh, I found my husband taking advantage of the married woman. She was distraught over her kidnapped daughter, and Seamus had used that to seduce her, fucking the MILF hard while promising to give her missing daughter the same loving when she was found.

And he did.

“Them abominations been helping to keep out the bandits that crop up,” the bartender, a sallowed-eyed man said, answering my question. “Guess they ain’t half bad.”

“And Viora is still with them?” I asked. Viora was said missing daughter. She had powers, being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.

“Still with that lion freak,” he said. “Damn shame. She was a pretty one.”

“That’s good,” I smiled. “She and Kelmam were so happy when we last saw them.” Kelmam, and many of the men from his village, were changed into half-lion/half-men monsters by a rogue biomancer. Their village’s women, including Kelmam’s sister, were turned into octogirls. They were trying to make a new life for themselves with Viora’s help.

“How much gold, boys?” Aoifa laughed. “Come on. Ten of you before the hourglass reaches here. Or aren’t any of you real men? Afraid I’ll suck more than your cum out of you.”

A raucous laugh exploded from the men. I shook my head. I didn’t like it, but I understood my sister more. Just because she and Seamus strayed from our marriage vows didn’t mean they loved me less. Just meant they were unable to control their raging desires.

My twin was such a slut and our husband a pig.

“That’s more like it,” Aoifa laughed. “Put your money down boys, then drop those trousers and I’ll get to sucking. And you’ll get to cumming.”

“So you’re just an innocent-looking thing to be going around fighting monsters,” the barkeeper said, drawing my attention away from Aoifa.

“I’m a twinborn witch,” I shrugged, twisting my mug of sour wine in my hand. One sip had curdled my tongue. It was more vinegar than a proper drink. “It’s my duty to protect the Lesh-Ke mountains with my twin sister and husband.”

“Yes, he’s doin’ a lot of protecting right now,” he laughed. “Guarding Missei’s titties.”

A woman squealed behind me, drawing my attention. Seamus, my red-haired and brawny husband, had the bar wench’s tits out, groping them with his paler fingers. He was a handsome, imposing man, with a brash and powerful face, all chiseled lines and strong jaw. His fingers were thick, rough with callouses that never failed to stir passion when he touched my body. He was a Paladin of Gewin, God of War, sworn to aid my sister and I on our sacred charge to defend all those who lived in the mountains, Tuathan and Hazian, from the monsters and other infernal threats. We’d fought rogue mages, crazed gorgons, grotesque goblins, and rapacious ogres.

I loved him greatly so I tried to forgive his wandering hands. At least this woman wasn’t married.

“You remind me of me daughter,” the barkeep continued, glancing at me. I shifted in my white robes, pulling them tightly closed so not even a hint of cleavage—not that I had much, my breasts smaller compared to my twin sister—showed. “Oh, yes, just as innocent.”

He made my skin crawl.

“Begin,” the men cheered then one let out a groan. I could hear my sister-wife’s noisy sucks over the cheers. I glanced at her out of reflex.

She knelt naked on the ground, her busty breasts jiggling as she sucked, her nipple piercings flashing in the light spilling from the roaring fireplace. She worked her mouth up and down the thick cock, her blue eyes wild with lust while her short, black hair swayed about her minx-hungry face. Though we were twins, we were not identical. I had dark-red hair that I kept in a long braid, and while she was curvy and voluptuous, I was petite and slim, my breasts small mounds, my nipples unpierced. Only our eyes shared the same vivid blue, and though her face had an earthier hunger about it, you could see the same cheekbones and shape of a nose.

It was obvious we were sisters.

“She’s a wild one,” laughed the barkeeper. “I can see her going on adventures. But you… So quiet. So innocent.”

His hand crept near mine. I pulled it back.

“Have you heard ’bout what’s going on down in Ke-Thi?” he asked.

I frowned. “What is going on in Ke-Thi?”

He grinned his thick lips, dark stubble clinging in scraggly patches to his cheeks and fat jawline. “What’ll you give me for the info?”

I shuddered, seeing the hunger in his eyes. Feeling utterly dirty, I coached my voice low in a good imitation of Aoifa. “That depends on…how big your information is.”

“Oh, it is plenty big,” he grinned. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Las’s putrid cum,” a guy groaned in the background. “Damn, that was fast. I ain’t ever popped off that fast.”

Aoifa sucked on her next cock.

“I hate to be disappointed,” I told him, leaning forward. “Maybe you should…prove that your information is big.” I wanted to vomit.

“They say every man in Ke-Thi vanished. Just poof. And now all the women are pregnant.”

I straightened. “The men vanished and the women are pregnant. When did this happen?”

“A week ago, I suppose. News just came in fresh this afternoon. Whole mess of pregnant fillies without any stallions to keep ’em company.” His grin grew. “Said they were a horny, lonely bunch.”

Seamus would love that. “Thank you for the information. It was very big.”

“So, what choo gonna do for me?”

I reached into my pouch and pulled out a gold dupondius. “For the drinks and the information.”

His hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “That wasn’t what we talked about.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure? I don’t think you can get it up. Spirits of Virility, take away this man’s desire for a day.”

His face paled. He released my hand. “No need for spells, witch.”

Around me, balls of green light danced, the Enhancement Spirits. Only I or another witch could see them. They loved me—I was a twinborn witch—and were more than happy to dart at the man, vanishing into his trousers. His eyes widened as his hardon softened into a limp, soggy vegetable stewed for too long.

“Please,” he said. “I didn’t mean to give offense, witch.”

“Oh, it’s just one day,” I told him. “You can go without sex for that long. Next time, mind your manners with a lady.”

“Pater’s cock, yes,” a man grunted. “Drink my cum.”

“Gods, you didn’t last long enough,” another man complained.

“She’s too damned good,” he sighed.

I shook my head as Aoifa went on to her next one, cum dribbling down her chin. She loved jizz. I swear she would bathe in it if she could. I can’t understand how it was possible for us to come out of the same womb.

I sat down beside my husband, his face buried in busty Missei’s breasts, his face sliding back and forth while she giggled. I folded my arms, sighing, so aware just how small my breasts were. Seamus could do that with Aoifa with ease, but not with me.

His face appeared, red from his excitement, his flowing, fiery hair spilling about his broad shoulders. He grinned at me. “So, what did the barkeep tell you?”

“Beside how much I remind him of his daughter?”

“Hot,” Seamus grinned, squeezing the barmaid’s ample assets. She squealed.

I shook my head. “You are such a pig.”

He gave me that grin, the one that melted every woman’s pussy and parted maids’ and matrons’ thighs. “That’s what you love about me. When I am down between your thighs, rooting in you trough.”

My pussy went hot even as I blanched. “Don’t tarnish our love making with such vile metaphors. My pussy is not a pig trough.”

“No, it is a goddess’s ambrosia, sweeter than Biaute herself. It’s a place to be worshiped.”

My cheeks flushed and my back straightened. “Apology accepted.”

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, his stubble rough and rasping. I shuddered, closing my eyes. I did love this horny, foolish man. Otherwise, I would never put up with him fondling the barmaid’s tit while he kissed me.

“So,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Learn anything else? Beside the barkeeper’s desires.”

“There is a village of pregnant women where all the men have mysteriously vanished,” I answered.

“Pregnant women?” Seamus asked, his back straightening. “And all their men are missing.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re there to find their men and figure out why they are all pregnant, not to fuck them.”

“Comfort them, Fiona, my love,” he said. “Comfort. I know you like giving comfort.”

“To you and Aoifa,” I blushed.

“And that time you fucked the Barguest?”

I squirmed.

“Or that time you licked my cum out of that virgin’s pussy, soothing her after my big dick had made her a woman.”

My cheeks were flaming.

“That’s what I thought,” he laughed.