1. The Rogue's Harem Book 1, Chapter 3: Jealous Sister


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    The Rogue's Harem Book One: Rogue's Sultry Women Part Three: Jealous Sister By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Chapter Seven: Jealous Sister Kora Falk – Despeir Foothills, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch I traced the vine tattoos that covered my body as I waited for my brother to finish talking with Princess Ava inside the tent, my heart still racing. She'd almost caught me in bed with him. Making love to my brother was glorious. I reveled in the incestuous union of our flesh. Finally, I had him. We'd crossed the taboo line and burned so hot together. But no one could know besides Zanyia. They wouldn't understand. We transgressed even if it was magical. Zanyia moaned inside the tent, meeting Ava through her statue, the lamia's pussy wrapped about my brother's cock. Thank the gods it wasn't me riding him when Ava inhabited her proxy and climbed out of my brother's bag. My finger followed the vine wrapped about my left breast, the tattoo I received upon entering into my acolyteship of the Goddess Rithi; the first art to decorate my body. I designed it myself. The tattoo had to be over my heart, but unlike other priestly orders who determined the style of piercings or tattoos, Rithi let us create our own. I loved the plant growing over my body, blossoming with the pink flowers of the bower vine. Katriana loved bower vines. She'd cultivated them to grow up a trellis to her bedroom window. When I had to design my tattoo, her ...
     smiling delight had inspired me to adorn my body in them. She'd gasped the first time she saw it, her finger tracing over my breast in innocent delight, something pure and sisterly. Not the way our brother touched me last night. My hand brushed the ruby amulet Sven gave me last night, the treasure plucked from the slaver's tent. I'd never seen a ruby so large before, the size of a hen's egg. It swung from a gold chain between my breasts, the faceted faces catching the morning light. I should sell it. But Sven gave it to me. I smiled. After tracing the vines around my left breast, I moved to the other tattoos on my body, the ones I gained as I mastered the arts. I had to excel at three to leave behind my acolyteship and enter the priesthood as a full Radiant. The vines entwining my right arm represented my skill at painting. I closed my eyes, missing the feel of a brush in hand, a piece of canvas before me. Katriana's smiling face appeared in my mind, my mother and father holding her. The urge to paint her had built and built over the last year. But fugitives did not have the time to spend in one place working on an oil painting. The best I could do was sketch her in charcoal. And my sketchpad lay in the tent. Zanyia moaned louder, Ava's smaller gasps echoing. The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip represented my mastery of dance, of moving my body to music, expressing all my desires through the undulation and gyration of my form. My finger followed the end of ...
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