Princess to Pleasure Slave Collection: The Forbidden Book of Monstrous Pleasures
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"Fuck me," she whispered.
The elemental's cock spread her velvet lips and drove into her tender, pink pussy. The huge cock stretched her to her body's limit. It was so big that her belly bulged and the shape of the cock, down to the upper ridge of its glans, was visible through her body. The elemental did not fill her and then stop, it powered its massive member in and out of the princess's slicked cunt. There was no hesitation, no concern for her pain or safety. The force of the elemental's strokes drove Yvette's shoulders into the ground. His huge bollocks slapped against her ass as the shovelhead of his cock jabbed into her cervix.
And the princess adored it. Her body quaked with pleasure. She thrilled at the veins and ridges of the elemental's cock rubbing against her clit. Her mouth fell open in an unspeakable wail of pleasure and she came, squeezing the elemental's cock, wringing it with her stretched muscle. Her rippling orgasm seized the elemental's cock and would not release it.
The growling beast did not relent. It fell atop her, smothering her beneath its huge breasts and pulling her against its body. Yvette's curling toes and her entire feet sunk into the body of the creature. Its body was like warm, welcoming quicksand, pulling the orgasmic princess into its flesh.
Varminster had warned her. The pleasure of the elemental would drive mortals to surrender their flesh itself and become incorporated into the massive body of the beast. She slid deeper. Her breasts connected with its breasts. The elemental's tendrils began to fuse painlessly with Yvette's body.
But the princess was not afraid. In the throes of her orgasm, she saw the light on the other side. There was a shining star of power inside her. Yvette's flesh melded into the beast, her body uniting with its cock, its breasts and its massive arms. She felt the beating of its heart and the desperate throb as its huge cock pumped into her melding body. Elemental spunk flooded her body. The hot seed washed her cervix and burst past it, flooding into her womb. Yvette screamed and screamed and exploded.
Yvette literally exploded in a blinding sphere of blue energy that consumed the melded body of the elemental and the princess.
For a moment there was only darkness. Then, with a moan of release, Yvette lifted her head from the smoldering crater that had once contained her blasphemous fusion with the beast. The elemental was gone. Its body and its pleasure had been absorbed by the princess. She raised her hand weakly into a casting posture. The force behind her fingers was so immense she dropped her hand for fear of releasing it.
"I've done it," she moaned and collapsed in utter exhaustion. The last thing she was aware of before she slipped into unconsciousness was the dark shape looming over her and a familiar clanking sound.
Epilogue
The imps formed a chorus of yipping that sounded like feeding time at a kennel, but Yvette knew the difference. She had learned to understand the nuances of the crude language of the little beasties and the sound they were making was one of pleasure. To anyone peering into the laboratory the imps would have seemed quite mad. They were in various positions, some lying down, some standing or sitting, each humping furiously and stabbing its little willy at nothing.
Only, it wasn't nothing, for each of the imps was being thoroughly serviced by an invisible woman. Hands, lips, tongue and tight, invisible holes offered up for their pleasure. The shapes of these spectral harlots revealed themselves as, one by one, the yipping imps fired their spunk and basted the mouths, throats, cunts, and bowels of the invisible women.
"You know, you could have gotten rid of them," moaned Uvana as she bounced up and down.
"They're too much fun to be rid of," admitted Yvette as she reached around and squeezed her old instructor's plump bottom. "I'll be leaving soon anyway and I want to repay the little beasts for all the help they were during my training."
Uvana gasped and squeezed tightly around the cock she was riding. The older woman fell forward, her fat tits colliding with Yvette's ample bosoms. The two women kissed and played their tongues together. Yvette, holding tightly to Uvana's ass, began to thrust harder and harder with her cock. The princess had created the magical appendage just for entertaining her old instructor and was amazed by the sensations it transmitted to her throbbing clit.
"You're going to cum, aren't you?" hissed Uvana, bouncing her plump ass faster and faster and devouring the magical fuckpole with her hungry cunt.
"Yes," cried Yvette. The pretty princess's face contorted in pleasure and she pounded the magical meatstick up and into her former instructor's tenderized twat. It felt as if the cock was real and the princess could not stand the exquisite heat of Uvana's squeezing cunt. With a final cry of orgasm, Yvette arched and thrust deep into the mature mage's steaming slit. The contraction of her orgasm triggered a stream of gooey ectoplasm to fire from the invisible cock and baste the milking walls of Uvana's cunt.
"Ohhhhh it feels so real!" cried Uvana. "I could never construct something that amazing!"
"Varminster, nnnnnn, has taught me well aaaaahh!" Yvette emptied her spectral spunk into Uvana and slowed her thrusts. "It's all about extending my sensations into reality."
"Mmmmmmm." Uvana smiled, giving the magical cock a final squeeze as she planted lazy kisses on Yvette's shoulder, cheek, and lips. "You can extend your sensation into my reality any time you'd like, apprentice."
"Only apprentice for a few more days," laughed Yvette.
"Yes, still apprentice," said Varminster as he walked into the laboratory. The old wizard was completely naked and his swollen cock was sticking up straight from his waist. "As your Master, I would like some explanation as to why an invisible woman began fellating me while I was trying to work. Also, please ask her to stop, as I believe she has swallowed a good half of my cock into her throat."
Instructor and apprentice both giggled at the sight of the old wizard and his cock bouncing rhythmically as the invisible woman pleasured him.
"It looks like you rather enjoy it, Master Varminster," observed Yvette.
"I could perform parlor tricks on myself if I so desired it," snapped the grump old wizard.
"So dispel it," suggested Uvana as she finally lifted off of Yvette and slipped the invisible cock from her cunt.
"I cannot unmake this one's magic," said Varminster and he wagged a bony finger at Yvette. "We would have to wake the Slumbering Council to find someone with the power to counter her magic. Now, release me apprentice!"
"Very well," said Yvette. "But only if I can have your cock."
That put a smile on the old pervert's face. Uvana tittered at the wizard's change in demeanor.
"How would you like it, apprentice?" demanded Varminster.
"Mmmmmm, it has be a while since you've fucked my ass."
The princess rolled onto her hands and knees and lifted the inviting heart of her bottom. She reached back with one hand, twisting to look at Varminster as she spread her cheeks apart and reminded him of just how tight and lovely her little pink asshole was.
"Yes, alright," said Varminster. "If you insist, I will give you my cock. Something to remember me by while you're home visiting your family."
"Ooh, don't be too rough, Master."
The words were an invitation to Varminster to be as rough as possible. The old wizard, his cock released from the invisible mouth, quickly took his position behind the lovely onion of the princess. He wanked his cock and slapped it against the soft curves of her cheeks.
"Let me give you a little help, Master Varminster," said Uvana. She leaned down and snaked her tongue into the princess's crack and gave Yvette's pink asshole a slow, wet licking.
"Oh, that's good," cooed Yvette. "Do you like watching her do that, Master?"
"She has a talented tongue," said the old wizard as he slowly wanked his cock.
Without waiting for Uvana to move, Varminster pressed his cock into Yvette's crack. It collided with Uvana's tongue and the instructor guided the wizard's hard cockmeat to Yvette's pink divot. Pupil, teacher, and master all cried out with delight as the wizard plun
ged his fat cock into the princess's ass. He forced it deep and her tight hole accommodated him. He pounded back out and back in again, skewering her lovely ass on his cock. The princess massaged his shaft with her clenching ring and fucked back against him.
Her ass collided with the old wizard's hips. His hairy balls smacked rhythmically against her clit as he slammed his cock in and out of Yvette's tight pucker.
"By the Old Gods, you're tighter than ever," groaned Varminster.
"I've been practicing using my magic to tone my--mmmmphhh!"
The princess was quieted by Uvana pulling Yvette's face between her legs and pressing her slick cunt down onto Yvette's mouth.
"I hope your sister is suitably jealous of your powers," said Varminster. "But don't become a showoff, my lovely apprentice. Use your powers for good. And a bit of, mmmm, fun here and there."
His grip tightened on her hips as he pounded into her ass, stretching her tight hole and rooting deep into her bowels. The princess enjoyed the deep fucking he was giving her, but she had her attention focused on Uvana's sweet cunt. Tongue-lashing the older instructor's fat clit and sucking on her plump cunt was a fond reminder of just weeks earlier, just before Yvette had embarked on her journey as Varminster's apprentice. The princess gripped Uvana's thighs and drove her tongue deep into her instructor's juicy cunt.
Uvana fondled her fat breasts and squeezed her nipples. She watched with obvious delight as the horny old goat, Varminster, pounded her former pupil's round bottom.
The groaning of the old wizard, the slapping of flesh, the raunchy slurp of wet holes, and the muffled moans of pleasure reached a crescendo. Uvana, Yvette, and Varminster approached their climax as a united force of lust. Uvana gripped the princess's pale golden locks and pulled her face against her spasming slit. Yvette sucked at Uvana's clit and thrust back against Varminster. The princess's orgasm was accompanied by a palpable buzz of magic as raw arcane energy spilled out and caressed both of her lovers. She had never before felt at peace with her destiny.
Varminster threw back his head and bellowed with release as his cock twitched and spewed its hot load into Yvette's tender hole. He slowed his strokes, savoring the way her tightness milked him. The way he could feel her orgasm and her lust for his seed. The ancient wizard had never had a lover so game and so lovely as the princess and she would be missed. He wanted her to stay, to teach her everything about the pleasures and dangers of her magic, but he had to let her go. Varminster had read the scrolls from the library. He knew the prophecy.
Yvette Chevalier was destined for an adventure beyond her wildest dreams.
Book 6 - Lizardmen
In the desert kingdom of Shaddobar, in the trade city of Varnasha, within the shadow of the Alaq spire that overlooked the courtyard of Silent Prayers, Emira Keyala Aldrisi resisted the urge to surrender her body to the wizard called Odello. It was not easy.
He was not the sort of man she had grown up picturing when she read stories of wizards. She imagined thin men with frail bodies and white skin like the northerners. Odello's skin was dark as the mud of the river Nash and his body rippled with muscles. He wore the white and gold robes of his office in the loose manner of a dervish. His staff was topped with a cobra's head. He was so very handsome when he smiled it was all the emira could do not to swoon.
"My father is Sultan," she whispered. "I must preserve myself for marriage. And if he knew it was you who took me..."
"I do not fear your father, Keyala," said Odello, his voice rumbling through her. He caressed a dark lock of hair from the golden skin of her face. "I think only of you."
She allowed him to kiss her and fell into his arms. Her mouth yielded to him and he parted her lips with his tongue as his powerful hands caressed her back. She tasted the spice of the morning tea on his lips and repaid his tongue with her velvet touch. His hardness was growing against her and, with it, the ache in her loins.
"I cannot give you what you desire," she exhaled against his lips. "I will...give you something else..."
"Yes?" He kissed her again, his hunger plainly growing as his cock pressed through his trousers against her flat belly.
"Yes, quickly, they keep the holy casks of sun wine in a nearby chamber, if we are quick--"
"I know the place," said Odello and he lifted the emira into his arms and carried her across the courtyard and through the door into the cool darkness of the winehold.
They were surrounded by the smell of the sweetberry wine. Odello pressed Keyala against the casks and he undressed her from her silks. She would not allow him to take away her skirt, but his hands could not be stopped from peeling the shimmering fabric from her breasts.
The blouse fell from her slender shoulders and he kissed her along her collarbone. He bent his face lower, to her tanned breasts and kissed them. His hands swallowed them up. His lips were so warm. His tongue so hot and wet against the straining brown bud of her nipple. He caught it between his lips and when he sucked she cried his name.
"There is...ohhh...no time for that," moaned the emira.
"What is there time for, my lovely flower?" asked the wizard.
"I'll show you," said Keyala.
She wriggled from Odello's grasp, his fingers dragging over the swell of her pert breasts one last time. She tried to act playful, as if she wasn't nervous, but her heart was beating so heard she felt it in her toes.
The emira pressed her hand to Odello's trousers and felt the hot length of his hard cock. She resisted the urge to exclaim at its size. She unlaced his trousers and reached in and held the fat shaft in her hand. Her fingers could scarcely close around it. She drew the mahogany length of it out from his trousers and she could no longer hold back her words.
"God above us," she cried. "It is massive."
"It likes you very much," laughed the wizard.
Being an emira, Keyala always knew she would meet her husband through a political arrangement. He might be the sultan of a lesser city, a great warrior, a diplomat from a faraway land, or a merchant of great wealth. Whatever his heritage, it would be her duty as his wife to pleasure him. Keyala's tutors had prepared her well for that duty.
She overcame her shock at the size of Odello's cock and she took hold of him with both hands. She slid down to her knees before him and began to stroke the length of his fleshy spear. Her fingertips shucked the sleeve of his skin and rolled it back and forth over the bulging black bell of his cockhead.
"Sweet flower," said Odello, reaching down to stroke the hair from Keyala's face. "Your hands draw me to heaven."
His stones dangled heavy beneath the root of his cock as the princess, so petite compared to the wizard, stroked both hands on his length. She pouted her full lips together and gazed up at him as she pressed them in a sweet kiss just beneath the head of his cock. He twitched in her hands as those kisses worked their way around to the tip of his cock.
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to him. It was a base thing, a harem girl's trick, but it suited the circumstances. In her mouth were no barriers or punishments. In her mouth she could give him all the pleasure she desired and not pay the price with her father.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned with lust as she filled her mouth with him.
Her lips tightened around him. Her tongue curled beneath the invading ridge of his cock and stroke the veined length of his spear. Odello groaned and rested one huge hand atop Keyala's head, guiding her slow bobbing motion on his straining cock. She could only fit a fraction of his length into her mouth, but she deftly stroked and twisted her hands along the remaining length.
"Yes, yes, sweet flower," laughed Odello. "Your lust will be rewarded."
He leaned against the casks of wine and watched as the emira serviced his cock like a common brothel girl. Keyala's cunt burned to be touched. She wanted to feel his cock claim her and even as she softly slurped upon it her mind saw her bent across the casks with her firm bottom raised and the cock, filling her like a spear, stretching her and claiming her.
"Yes, yes, gods above!" blasphemed the wizard. "Oh, emira, my sweet girl, you hold my cock...ahhhh...in your throat."
She reflexively swallowed around him, her muscles milking the several inches of his hot cockmeat that filled her throat. She curled her tongue to his shaft, pressing tight, sliding more and more into her mouth until her lips pressed to his root and her nose was tickled by the perfumed fuzz of his hair. Drool slipped from her mouth and spilled down her chin and onto his stones. A trail of saliva glistened between her pert breasts.
"My seed boils," cried Odello. "Please, emira...if you wish to be spared...ahhhh..."
She did not wish to be spared. Her fingers pressed against his stones and felt the hard eggs tight against his root. The salty heat of his cock dominated her senses, stretching deep into her throat. She felt him throb between her lips. His cock jerked more powerfully.
Keyala looked up at him and saw the pleasure contorting his face. She swallowed again and again, massaging him and sucking at him as she felt the hot quantity of his seed draining into her throat. It filled her belly, a secret broth she would carry with her for the remainder of the day.
"Oh, my emira," said Odello with a smile. "You are too kind to me. Too generous."
She slowly slid him from her mouth. She gasped as his cock cleared her throat. She resisted the urge to gag and lavished kisses on his dripping cock. A stroke of her hand produced a white pearl of his seed and she lapped it away. It tasted salty and sweet and she wished she had tasted more of it.