Princess to Pleasure Slave Collection: The Forbidden Book of Monstrous Pleasures

by Amanda Clover

  Claudette kissed higher and thrust her fingers between Gwen's thighs. The princess smothered the scribe's lips with a wild, open-mouthed kiss. Claudette's tongue was flavored with the sweet nectar of Gwen's cunt. The scribe seemed to relish the taste pressing into her mouth, rolling over her tongue in the scorching space between their mutual gasps.

  "Oh, my sweet princess," cried Gwen. "Seat yourself upon my face so that I might taste you. Smother me with your quim. I have thought of nothing else since I've met you."

  "Yes," answered the princess. "Yes. I want you to taste me."

  Claudette saddled herself over Gwen's face, enclosing the young scribe with her thighs and lowering the hot furrow of her cunt to her mouth. Gwen was not dissuaded by the sweat of the road. In fact, she seemed eager to prove she would rather clean the princess with her tongue than a soapy washcloth. Gwen reached around the princess to sink her hands into Claudette's soft buttocks and pull the weight of the warrior princess against her mouth.

  "Yessss!" cried Claudette, her long-pent lust finally fulfilled as Gwen's tongue probed deep into the princess's steaming slit. Her maidenhead was long since lost from a fall during horseback riding, so there was nothing but pleasure when the scribe drove her tongue into Claudette's clutching channel. The scribe's hot breath tickled Claudette's clit and Gwen's adventurous fingers explored the warm crescent of the princess's ass. Claudette let out another cry as the tip of Gwen's finger teased against the clenched drum of the her anus. "Oh, Tevos, forgive me, I have never felt such pleasure!"

  Claudette rocked her hips and pressed herself against Gwen's lapping tongue. She did not care about the sin. About her chastity. There were no thoughts of betrothal or being sent off to some religious order. There was only the hot immediacy of Gwen's insistent mouth beneath her and the scribe's finger pressing into her tender ass.

  The scribe sucked at Claudette's clit and sent hard shocks of pleasure crackling through the princess's shuddering body. The growing buzz of pleasure strummed from the hard bullets of Claudette's nipples atop her heaving breasts to her pleasure-curled toes. She smothered the scribe beneath her juicy furrow and pressed back against the finger that slipped into her ass.

  "Aahhhhhh! Gwenevere, I cannot stand it! I am cumming!"

  The scribe's sympathetic moans of pleasure vibrated through Claudette. She ground against Gwen's chin and thrust her clutching cunt upon the scribe's plunging tongue. Her clit beat against the scribe's upper lip and the intense spasms of climax that seized Claudette's body clenched tightly around the finger thrusting into her ass.

  Claudette traversed her climax with the help of Gwen, a pleasure unmatched by any fumbling in the bath or grinding against a cushion in her bed. Claudette's rocking hips slowed. Her parted lips trembled with a soft groan to accompany her receding orgasm. Her thighs relinquished their hold on Gwen's pretty face and the princess at last lifted her weight from the smothered scribe.

  The two women kissed with passionate exhaustion and the secret relief that their friendship had at last been allowed to culminate in this forbidden moment of lust. Claudette held Gwen in her arms, their naked bodies pressed together, their sweat-lipped kisses spreading their warmth through the sordid dreariness of the room.

  Their thighs tangled together, their bodies pressing tightly as they used fingers and tongues in ways they had each fantasized about for days. The soft cries of their lust were almost musical in the room. The candles burned low around their squirming bodies as they came again and again.

  At last, Gwen lifted her head, her lips rubbed red from their passionate kissing. Her blue eyes glittered in the candlelight.

  "I should return to my bed, your highness."

  "Yes, you should." Claudette reluctantly agreed. If the downtrodden inhabitants of Normont were strict adherents to the psalms of Tevos then the dalliance between the princess and her pretty young scribe would be a scandal. Possibly with serious repercussions. "We will renew our search for these missing women in the morning. I suspect the mines may hold an answer."

  "Yes, your highness."

  "Enough of that," said Claudette and she answered Gwen with a scorching tongue kiss.

  The scribe pulled away reluctantly. She stared at Claudette, who lounged nude on the mattress, while she dressed in her simple gown. She blew a final kiss to her lover and departed across the hall to her room.

  Claudette stared after her long after the door had closed. A dreamy smile lingered on her face. She imagined that their travels would be much more exciting now that they could be honest in their feelings for one another. Imagining Gwen behind her on the horse, Claudette did not even need to cover herself to slip into a deep and soothing sleep.

  The princess awoke to fingers of daylight pressing between the rotting walls of the inn. She was sore from her late night with Gwen and surprised to be rising before her companion. The scribe slept very short hours and was always awake and brewing tea before the princess had even stirred. Claudette wrapped herself in her blanket and crept across the hall to Gwen's room. She rapped lightly upon the door.

  "Gwenevere," she said. "You have slept late. Get up."

  The princess returned to her room and dressed in her under-cladding. She tightened the straps beneath her breasts and around her hips so that the garment was worn snugly against her body. She arranged the pieces of her armor on the mattress. She would finish dressing with Gwen's help.

  "Where is that silly girl?" wondered the princess.

  She crossed the hall again and turned the handle of Gwen's door. It fell open without resistance. Claudette took a step and slid into the room as if the floor had been greased. She fell onto her bottom heavily and found herself staring at floor, wall, and mattress covered in a thick layer of translucent green-tinted slime. The room was rank with an odor somewhere between rotting vegetables and the foulness of stagnant water.

  "Gods...no...this is...."

  This was the sign Barus had warned them about. The sign left by the beast of the shadows. Gwen was gone. Her white gown lay in tatters upon the floor, completely saturated with the slime. Her travel bag, unopened, was covered in the foul-smelling sludge.

  Claudette pushed back her panic and despair and let anger fuel her actions. She climbed to her feet and retrieved her sword from her room. She would have answers from that fat innkeeper or she would strike his head from his shoulders. She no longer cared about respecting the traditions of this down. It had taken Gwen from her and until she found the scribe - her lover - her heart would not beat softly.

  The downstairs tavern was empty.

  "Innkeep!" shouted Claudette.

  The princess smashed open the door to the kitchen with her fist. Cyrus, the bloated innkeeper, was waiting for her. A smile did nothing to soften his ugliness.

  "Where has she been taken?" demanded Claudette. She raised her sword so the fat fool could see she meant it.

  "She is gone," said Cyrus. "I do not know where the shapeless one took her. Only that you will never have her back."

  "Shapeless one?" Claudette grabbed the man's apron and lifted it to his fat throat. "Speak clearly, you bloated pustule. If you know something then spill it before I spill your rotten innards."

  "The shapeless one has blessed our village and we pay his price gladly. He gives us things..."

  "Things? What are you talking about?"

  Cyrus laughed as he slowly raised his hand to show Claudette. There was a smooth, glittering green object in the center of his palm. It was beautiful. Claudette stared into it as it slowly rotated and became a malevolent eye.

  "You cannot look away, can you, my dear?" laughed Cyrus. "When he took my daughter, the shapeless one gave me this in return and I used it to help him. Sometimes I use it for my own purposes. Let go of my apron."

  Claudette could not disobey the innkeeper's command. She fought against it, but his words were like string tied around her wrist and fingers, controlling her like a puppeteer controls a marionette. Her grasp loosened and her arm f
ell to her side.

  "Now I think we should have a bit of fun, my pretty tulip." Cyrus kept his palm open so that Claudette could not look away from its sinister eye, but with his other hand he caressed her face. His grimy thumb played across her full lips. "You like that, don't you?"

  "Yes," she said, unable to answer any other way. She was suddenly gripped with the urge to please the innkeeper. To obey his every command and satisfy his every whim. A shrinking voice in the back of her mind cried out for her to resist.

  "Let's put the sword down. Yes, that's good, just lean it there against the stove. Now, my pretty tulip, take off that ridiculous suit you are wearing. Show me those fat tits you keep trussed up. I know you want to give them a bit of air."

  "Yes, of course," said Claudette with a smile. She unbuckled the strap across her chest and the belt around her waist. Her fingers worked the buttons down the front of her wool under-cladding. Her large breasts bounced free. The garment parted from her shoulders and fell around her hips.

  "Oh, my, those are lovely," said Cyrus He ran his hand over her tits and roughly squeezed them. He plucked at a nipple before lowering his quivering lips to her fleshy nipple and giving it a slurping suck. She gasped in pleasure and continued to stare into the green eye as his hot, wet tongue ravished her breasts. He sucked and licked and bit at her nipples, chewing them in his uneven teeth until she was moaning with an ecstasy of pain.

  Cyrus's fat fingers squirmed between her thighs and cradled the hot channel of her slit. He pressed one finger into her and then another, fucking his hand against Claudette's cunt and shaking her thighs as he licked and sucked at her breasts. All the while, he kept his hand raised and she stared into the swirling patterns in that hypnotic eye.

  "Oh, you've gone all wet," laughed Cyrus. "You must need a fat cock in you after that night rolling around with your little whore. That's right, your highness, I watched and listened through the walls. I watched you ride her face like a wild bull. I also watched the shapeless one. Ha ha, it was no contest, princess. You would have never fucked her like it did."

  Cyrus stood up and pressed Claudette to her knees. He lifted his apron above his fat gut and unbuckled his belt one-handed. His hard cock nearly smacked into Claudette face. It was thick and pink and eye-wateringly unwashed. She could not look closely at it because she was staring up at the eye in the palm of his hand.

  "A beauty like you needs a bit of cock," said Cyrus. "Go on and give it a suck, my lovely. Let me feel those lips around it."

  Princess Claudette had never even much considered pleasuring a man with her mouth, though she knew such things were done, mostly by courtesans and the whores under the red lantern. And yet she was commanded, irresistibly, to part her lips and capture the fleshy mushroom cap of the innkeeper's cock. She washed away the sour taste of his cock away with her saliva and she caressed him with her tongue.

  "That's it, lovely," groaned the innkeeper. "You're a natural."

  She tightened her lips around him and began to fill her mouth with his cock until she nearly gagged. She stroked his hairy balls with her fingers and stared up into the single green eye. She hollowed her cheeks around him, feeling his cock go hard in her mouth.

  The more she sucked him, the more she enjoyed it and the more she wanted to please him. Soon, Claudette, proud princess, was bobbing her mouth steadily on the fat innkeeper's cock. She moaned and stroked his spit-soaked bollocks.

  "Ohhhh not so fast now, lovely." The innkeeper pulled her mouth off of his straining cock. "I don't want you sucking out my seed just yet. I haven't had a chance to have a go at that lovely arse of yours. On your feet now, girly. That's right, keep looking at the pretty eye."

  He turned her around, keeping his hand held in front of her face as he bent her over his butcher's block. He tugged the under-cladding beneath her plump bottom and stroked it with his rough hands. Claudette squirmed with urgent need.

  "Fuck me, please," she moaned, seeing nothing but lust and pleasure in that swirling green eye. "Fill me with your cock."

  "With pleasure, my dear." The innkeeper teased the fat bell of his cockhead against her swollen fucklips. She wanted to thrust back and impale herself on his cock. She wanted to be filled with every inch and she wanted to feel his cum bursting inside her. She bit her lower lip as he teased his cock against her clit. A stifled cry of pleasure escaped her and the innkeeper laughed and drove his fat cock into her cunt.

  "Yessssss!" she hissed as his hard meat stretched her cunt and pressed to the back of her tight channel. Her plump ass pressed back against his belly and his hairy thighs as he roughly took her cunt. He held her hip with one hand and pounded his cock into her. She could not form words as his cock and that mesmerizing eye drove her over the edge of ecstasy. She stared into the swirling green as her pleasure rippled through her body and her cunt clutched at the innkeeper's fat cock.

  "Yeah, you like it?" grunted the innkeeper. "Princess like you with a nice big arse needs a good cock. Maybe I'll pluck your pink rose next. I bet your fat princess arse is tight as can be."

  He threw back his head as he leaned over her and pinned her to the butcher's block. It shook beneath them as he rutted into her fluttering fuckhole, skewering her tight twat on his every inch. She could feel him swelling up, ready to burst inside her. But as the fat innkeeper thrust into Claudette, he lost his balance and used his hand to catch himself on the butcher's block. He did not even seem to realize what he had done and kept holding tightly to the block as he worked his hips and fucked into her in quick, short strokes.

  The spell was broken in an instant. Claudette was aware of the stinking beast atop her. She could taste his sour cock in her mouth and feel his fat meat wedged into the tender tightness of her cunt. She could not stop him as he bellowed with pleasure and she wanted to scream as his cock twitched between her folds and spewed his boiling cum into her depths. She felt each humiliating spurt of his cum, filling her up, oozing out of her stuffed slit and dripping down her thighs.

  His strokes slowed and his weight lifted from her. He said, "That's a good girl. Now get down here and lick me--"

  She threw him off of her back and he stumbled away. His cock slipped out of her creamed cunt with a lewd slurp and the corked contents of her flooded groove bubbled out onto the floor at her feet. She turned on him, grabbing up his sword and striking off his hand before he could raise it again. He wailed in agony and clutched at the bloody stump.

  "Quiet your screaming or I'll take another appendage, you beast." Claudette jabbed the tip of her sword at his deflated cock. "Tell me where she has been taken and I'll spare your life."

  "The Yarborough shaft!" cried the innkeeper. "It's the oldest of the mines. Please! Let me go! It was just a bit of fun?"

  "What is the shapeless one?" demanded Claudette.

  The innkeeper tried to answer her. Shock was already setting in. He blubbered and fell into a stupor. Claudette did not care if the man died, but she would not strike him dead. She left him in his pitiful state. She pulled on her under-garment and returned to her room. She did not have time to put on her full armor. She hung her chain, belted it tight, and strapped on her cuirass.

  Claudette felt her body was polluted by the seed of the innkeeper. She would have bathed for hours and scrubbed her skin wherever he touched her, but there was no time. She tightened the straps on her boots and left the sorry tavern behind.

  There was no boy in the stable, but her horse had at least been watered. She saddled him and took his back and rode for the mines in the lower reaches of Cormigan. The mineworks were easily found. A sullen group of miners was still operating the carts at one of the shafts.

  The towering foreman approached her. His face was unfriendly and marked with a scar that curled from his lip to his ear. He might have been an intimidating man to anyone less determined than Claudette.

  "Where is the Yarborough shaft?" she demanded.

  He took a step back from her.

  "You can't go near that. I
t's been closed for--"

  She urged her horse forward and caught the man by the throat. She was strong, but her anger propelled her to a superhuman feat of strength and she lifted the man up by his throat.

  "I'll not ask again," said Claudette. "Where is the shaft?"

  His eyes wide with fear, the foreman gestured to a distant mineshaft located higher on the mountainside. She could plainly see that its entrance had been blocked with timbers. She did not care. She would break through them to get to Gwen. She tossed the foreman to the ground and dug her heels into the charger's flanks. Her trusty steed whinnied and bolted up the steep path.

  It was tough going and the day's heat broke through the gloom that had enclosed Normont. By the time Claudette and her steed arrived at the entrance to the Yarborough shaft the princess was red-faced and drenched in sweat. She took no time to rest. She used the flat of her sword's blade to pry away the timber covering the entrance to the shaft. The dark tunnel beyond exuded the foul smell she had first detected in Gwen's room at the inn. She took down her lantern from her horse's saddle rack and lit the oil.

  Descending into the mine shaft was easy at first. There was even rail laid for mine carts and, though rusty, it was intact. She arrived at a staging area and here, upon the rusty carts and the discarded equipment, she saw the first congealed pools of slime left by the so-called shapeless one.

  The princess had never heard a creature called by such a name and she imagined that it did not belong to a dragon. But what? Some sort of plant creature? A massive slug? She had no idea, but she would not allow her mind to wander and dissuade her from continuing.

  She left the relative normalcy of the staging area and continued deeper, down ladders and treacherous stairs, and into the depths of the vertical mine shaft. Claudette did not trust her footing on the slick floors. Her descent became laborious and more than once she lost her balance and nearly tumbled down into the blackness below.