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

by Amanda Clover

  Lord Grasu, or the beast he had become, snarled as he took his prize. His furry hands cradled Nadia's ass. The cool tip of his cock pressed at her steaming folds. She managed one last whimper of resistance as Lady Grasu ran her blood-smeared tongue around and between Nadia's fingers. The pleasure was too great for Nadia to try to fight the vampyr. She felt his cock at her entrance, pressing, opening her up, and then he was inside her. The pain of it stole her breath and, for an instant, penetrated the veil of pleasure holding her enraptured.

  "AAaaaahhh!" she cried.

  "He's so big, isn't he?" moaned Lady Grasu, her lips and teeth smeared with blood. "Don't worry, my sweet, the pain will not last long. All pain must end."

  The beast grabbed Nadia's head and shoulder and hunched over her back. He mounted her like a dog, like a wolf, and feverishly fucked his huge cock into her tight channel. The pain of his invading cock dulled, undermined by the pleasure of Lady Grasu's feeding.

  The beast's cock pummeled her cervix and seemed to drink in the heat of her body and magnify it. The burning length of it stretched her so totally that she experienced every ridge and vein.

  She could see it in her mind's eye, burrowing into her virginal pink. The raw redness of it, not like a man's cock at all. Glistening and terrible and so, so wonderful as it slid in and out of her increasingly wet cunt.

  "Fuck me...aaahh...fuck me..." Her voice rose from a whisper to a scream. "Fuck me!"

  Her orgasm choked the words from her throat. It was like none she had felt before. Her body clenched around the beast's cock, tightening, releasing, tightening again in ceaseless spasm. His savage meat occupied her as totally as an army conquering a fortress. She belonged to him in those exquisite moments and Lady Grasu's delighted sucking was only a distant reminder of her shared custody.

  Nadia cried out, nonsense full of meaning, and the beast buried his awful teeth into her neck. It was pain. Pure pain, red and hot and dripping down her shoulder onto the bed. She watched the blood flowing out as he exploded into her tender cunt. She felt the heat of his cum, surging into her, washing against her cervix and pouring into her womb.

  Nadia's agony milked his spurting root. The sensation of his seed flowing into her was another dizzying height of pleasure in the throes of her continuous orgasm. When he began to drink her flowing blood the pain ebbed. It was replaced with the gauzy pleasure of his feeding as his cum began to overflow around his spurting tool and spill down her thighs.

  The feeding and the fucking left the princess on the edge of consciousness. Lady Grasu pulled Nadia into her arms and cradled the young princess like a tot. Lord Grasu returned to the bed as a man. He was magnificently handsome except for his chin, which was stained with the blood of the princess. Nadia did not care. She smiled up at him. She was dimly aware of the shape of his cock dangling between his legs.

  "I want to feel it," she whispered.

  "Hush, you are too weak to move," said Lady Grasu.

  "Please, let me touch it," said Nadia.

  Lord Grasu stepped closer. Lady Grasu shot him a disapproving glare.

  "If it is her desire, then let her feel it," he declared and stepped within reach of the princess.

  "It is much nicer like this," she said and stretched out to touch it.

  She ran her fingers down its length, to the fat bulge of its head within its foreskin. Lord Grasu stepped a bit closer and she was able to reach her fingers around it, feeling its lingering warmth as she stroked the skin back from the head.

  "I am rather fond of the beast," said Lady Grasu. "Though it takes some getting used to. I've known some women...I hesitate to call them as much...who preferred the wolf."

  The thought struck Nadia as disgusting, blasphemous even to the tolerant God of the Travelers, but remembering the night the wolf had pressed his nose between her thighs she let out a sympathetic moan. Perhaps there was pleasure to be found in such transgressions. But she had no interest in that moment. She was presented with the lovely flesh of a man. Her grip tightened. Her stroking became more insistent.

  "He stirs," said Lady Grasu.

  It was true. She rolled the foreskin back easily from the swelling head of Lord Grasu's cock. She felt the soft flesh of his shaft becoming rigid and engorged.

  "Closer, please, my lord," she said, looking up pleadingly.

  "Of course, sweet girl," he said.

  Nadia twisted in Lady Grasu's arms, rolling so that she was almost positioned for a spanking across the thigh of the imposing vampyress. Lady Grasu smiled at the opportunity Nadia's bottom presented and began to stroke the firm roundness of the princess's cheeks. Nadia cooed softly in response. Her full attention was on Lord Grasu. She lifted his cock in her hand and leaned her face closer to it.

  "She is a naughty one," observed Lady Grasu.

  Lord Grasu smoothed locks of hair from Nadia's face.

  "I think I rather like her," he said.

  She smiled at that and stuck out her pink tongue to run it beneath the swollen head of his cock. Just a teasing taste. She found it tasted surprisingly salty with a sweet hint of her own juices. She parted her lips, her straining heart pounding once more as she captured Lord Grasu's cock in her mouth and began to suck. She let out a muffled moan of pleasure as she began to bob her mouth on him.

  Lady Grasu wet two fingers in her mouth and pressed them between the warm roundness of Nadia's bottom. Nadia whimpered as she felt the fingers at her anus, pressing, screwing into her tender hole. She released Lord Grasu's cock from her mouth to moan, "Fuck my ass, Mistress."

  "Naughty indeed," laughed Lady Grasu, continuing to finger fuck Nadia's asshole as she spanked Nadia's bottom until it was red with handprints.

  Nadia squirmed and thrust her ass against Lady Grasu's fingers, but the majority of her attention remained on the fat cockmeat that filled her mouth. She caressed it with her tongue, sucked until her cheeks hollowed and slipped her lips from halfway down the shaft to the very tip of the head. Lord Grasu watched with obvious delight. He seemed content, for the time being, to allow her to explore her own desires to suck his cock.

  Nadia looked up at him adoringly as she took his cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed and it popped into her throat. She fought her reflex to spit his cock out and swallowed again, her throat muscles stroking the vampyr's fat cockhead. She slid him a little deeper and a little more, swallowing inch by inch, until her nose pressed into the fuzz of his pubic hair and his cock was buried in her throat.

  "Hard to believe you were a virgin when this night began," said Lord Grasu. "Your mouth is a vice as tight and warm as your quim."

  "While you are keeping her occupied," said Lady Grasu. "I will sample that lovely little slit."

  The vampyress slid from beneath Nadia, leaving the princess on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Lord Grasu began to fuck his cock into Nadia's mouth as Lady Grasu knelt behind the princess and began to kiss the backs of her thighs.

  When the vampyress reached Nadia's overheated cunt, the princess let out a cry of pleasure that vibrated the length of Lord Grasu's cock. Lady Grasu's tongue was as wicked and agile as the rest of her. One moment it curled like a serpent into the very depths of Nadia's cunt. The next moment it was twisting and lashing the finger-stretched pucker of Nadia's anus.

  "Does she taste as sweet as I suspect, Magdalena?"

  "Mmmmm," Lady Grasu 's muffled laughter tickled Nadia's throbbing clit. "She is as sweet as cream on berries. Would you like a taste?"

  "Yes," said Lord Grasu and he leaned over Nadia's back, continuing to fuck into her sucking mouth, as Lady Grasu lifted her tongue from Nadia's cunt and shared the princess's juices in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

  Nadia fucked back against the fingers still stretched her ass and took every inch of Lord Grasu's swollen cock without complaint. Her clit was positively buzzing with need and she squirmed her ass, begging for it to be touched.

  "Sweet as honey," agreed Lord Grasu.

  The vampyress mer
cifully returned her tongue to Nadia's slit. Her hot caress lashed Nadia's clit and drove the princess over the edge. She fucked back urgently against Lady Grasu's mouth and fingers. Her orgasm tightened her stretched asshole and her juicy channel overflowed onto Lady Grasu's tongue with waves of cum. The vampyress drank the juice as if it was blood.

  "Ahhhh, your throat is too much," groaned Lord Grasu. "I'll fill your belly with my seed."

  "Mmmmmmmphh!" pleaded Nadia.

  Lord Grasu held the braided tails of her hair and fucking her throat until he exploded. Nadia could feel the rippling twitches of his cock. She swallowed desperate as her throat filled with his hot seed. She gulped the sticky spunk until she felt heavy with his thick seed. It was a relief when he pulled his salt-smeared cock from the depths of her throat. She had an acid taste of bile, but only for a moment before a he deposited the last gushes of his cum into her mouth and over her tongue.

  Lady Grasu, lips slick with Nadia's cum, kissed the princess tenderly. Vampyress and mortal opened their mouths, tongues colliding in a seed-washed tangle.

  "You need another drink," said Lady Grasu. "Have your fill."

  The vampyress opened a slash just beneath one fat, pink nipple and yanked Nadia's head down to her bosom. The princess lapped at the flowing blood and was gripped immediately with euphoria, lust and energy. She sucked Lady Grasu's blood slick nipple and drank the sweet wine of the vampyr nectar.

  "Good girl," said Lady Grasu.

  The vampyri were insatiable lovers and Nadia, thanks in part to her taste of Lady Grasu's blood, was able to please them again and again throughout the night. She fucked Lord Grasu again and again, in ways and positions she had never imagined, even in her filthiest books. His vampyri strength allowed him to hold her and lift her with ease and she found herself upside down, held high or, at one point, floating in the air as both Lord and Lady pleasured her supple body with their tongues.

  When he took her ass and filled it with his seed she had her face buried in Lady Grasu's ass. The force of his seed washing into her triggered another orgasm in her pleasure-mad haze.

  She awoke to daylight. Blood had dried on her chin, a remnant of one of the times she had drank from Lady Grasu. She was impossibly sore and yet stilled energized by that powerful nectar.

  "Good night, bathe yourself," moaned Hannah upon seeing the princess.

  "We made love all night," said the princess.

  "Keep such things to yourself." Hannah flushed red. "Some of us do not wish to know."

  Hannah drew a bath from the iron pipes and added boiled kettles until the water steamed. She scrubbed Nadia until the princess was nearly raw.

  "You handle me like a messy dog," complained the princess.

  "How shall I handle you?" snipped Hannah.

  "You could join me in the bath," invited Nadia.

  Hannah scowled. She was plump and middle-aged and Nadia did not care. Her desires were still fresh and potent and enhanced by Lady Grasu's blood. She did not care that Hannah might even be considered ugly. She wanted to see the caretaker's cunt. She wanted to taste it.

  "You're drunk on their blood," said Hannah. "I will say this but once, because I like you, but do not mistake me for a fr--"

  Nadia grabbed Hannah mid-sentence and pulled her into the steaming bath. The matronly caretaker sputtered and tried to pull herself out of the tub. Nadia found that she was easily much stronger than the woman. She pushed her to the rim of the tub and tore open the front of her blouse as if it was made of paper. Hugely fat breasts spilled out. Nadia rapturously grabbed them and squeezed them until Hannah cried out in surprised pain. The princess buried her face in them. She ran her tongue over the wide areolas and sucked greedily at Hannah's nipples.

  "Ohhhh, stop it," moaned Hannah. "Please. You shouldn't...ohhhh...shouldn't suck...ahhhh..."

  Hannah's cries of resistance melted into a moan as Nadia thrust her fingers beneath Hannah's waterlogged skirt and between Hannah's squirming thighs. Hannah's meaty legs could not close tightly enough to escape Nadia's fingers. The princess probed the caretaker's cunt. It was not delicate like Nadia's or flawless like Lady Grasu's. It was a womanly cunt with a thick thatch of golden hair.

  Nadia threw Hannah over the rim of the tub, smacking her hands on her fat bottom and pushing her so far forward that the caretaker was able to get her elbow beneath her on the ground. Her fat tits smacked into the stone floor as Nadia forced apart Hannah's legs and began to greedily lap at Hannah's cunt.

  "No! Gods no! Stop yourself, girl!" cried Hannah.

  There was no stopping Nadia. She licked and sucked at Hannah's plump pussy. She spread the caretaker's fat ass and licked there as well, pressing her tongue to the pink knot of her anus as her three fingers drove in and out of Hannah's cunt. When Nadia sucked on Hannah's fat clit, the contorted caretaker wailed in dismay as she came. Her body jiggled. Her breasts slapped wetly against the stone floor.

  Hannah was still shaking as Nadia slithered out of the tub and forced the woman onto her back. Nadia kissed Hannah's mouth through the moans and pleading. She continued to rub her hand between Hannah's thighs as she forced her tongue into Hannah's mouth. The caretaker had at least stop fighting. She trembled against Nadia as the slender princess kissed Hannah's shoulder.

  "Please...stop..."

  Nadia could feel Hannah's heartbeat. She could taste her blood thrumming inside her neck. Nadia bit the caretaker's neck before she knew what she was doing. Hannah wailed in pain and tried to push her away. Nadia locked her thighs around Hannah's belly, pinning the woman to the floor as she sucked at the thin trickle of blood that flowed out of the wound.

  As soon as she tasted the blood she spit it out onto the floor and rolled off of Hannah.

  "What am I doing?" she cried.

  Hannah scrambled away, covering the bloody wound on her neck as she fled from Nadia's bedroom. There was no more work for the princess. She bathed again and washed out her mouth ten times. She saw Hannah, her neck bandaged, but the caretaker hastened away before Nadia could say anything to her.

  The princess slept through most of the afternoon and awoke as the sun dipped behind the Carpaths. She hurried out onto the balcony to see its last rays. Feeling that it might be the last time she would ever see it.

  When it was dark she turned to go into the castle and found Lord and Lady Grasu waiting for her. They were smiling and carried between them an exquisite dress of white with red accents.

  "Hello, little one," said Lady Grasu. "Tonight is the night of our wedding. Tonight you ioin us in eternity."

  "Why?" was all Nadia could think to say.

  "We could feel your desires while we slept," said Lord Grasu.

  Lady Grasu caressed the cameo around Nadia's throat and added, "Your lust illuminated our dreams. Your hunger is almost as strong as our own and you have not even been turned."

  "You will turn me into a vampyr?"

  "Oh, no my dear, we sire slaves. Hardly better than mortals." Lady Grasu caressed Nadia's face. "Father will make you our equal."

  The dress fit perfectly and in the corseted lace Nadia felt as beautiful as Lady Grasu.

  "Magdalena soon," said Lady Grasu. "And I will call you Nadia instead of 'girl.'"

  They took her down the winding stairs and into the catacombs beneath the castle. Lord Grasu held one of Nadia's hands and Lady Grasu held the other. The torches in their sconces burst into flames as they approached each one and snuffed themselves out in their path. Their footsteps echoed in the stone tunnels. Rats fled from them. Bats hanging from the ceiling watched them pass.

  "Here we are," said Lord Grasu. He took a key made form bone out of his pocket and unlocked a timeworn door of ancient iron. It creaked in protest as he heaved it open. The chamber they entered was heavy with the smell of old bones. There were hundreds of skeletons all around them. Some were scattered on the floor. Others stood in rusty suits of iron, slowly crumbling from their bodies.

  A single black tomb occupied the ce
nter of the circular chamber. Lord and Lady Grasu stood on either side of the tomb and took out matching daggers of silver. They sliced their palms and pressed their hands to the lid of the tomb. Their blood filled channels on the surface of the coffin. Moments passed and then something began to stir within the tomb.

  Without further warning the lid from the tomb was flung away and landed heavily atop a pile of skeletons, crushing them. A man arose from the tomb. He wore cobwebs and dust heavily upon his ruby-stitched coat. His face was not decayed, not exactly, but it was hideous. His huge fangs curved from his mouth and his ears were large and pointed. His eyes were black as pitch.

  "Why do you awaken me?" He demanded, his voice causing Nadia to fall to her knees and weep.

  "Sire, we have found another worthy of your embrace," said Lord Grasu.

  The floating vampyr moved with impossible speed. He blurred and caught Lord Grasu around the throat, lifting him up and slamming him into the crypts.

  "My hunger is great, Vladimir," said the elder vampyr. "You had best not waste my waking moments or I will drain you as dry as one of your failures."

  "It is true, sire," said Lady Grasu.

  The elder vampyr dropped Lord Grasu, spun in the air and dropped to the ground in front of Lady Grasu. He ran his long, clawed fingers through Lady Grasu's hair. She trembled.

  "As beautiful as I recall," said the elder vampyr. "Very well. If you both say it is so, then I will give your chosen a chance. Which test will it be? Combat? Magic?"

  "Carnal," said Lady Grasu.

  For the first time, the elder vampyr seemed pleased. He alighted into the air again and in a single leap came to stand before Nadia. He lifted her to his feet and held her chin in his boney hands.

  "A princess? Rama blood? Very well. Let me see your greatest carnal fear, little one. I will see if you can endure it. If your mind survives, I will give you the gift of eternal life. If your mind breaks, you will be lucky if I decide to end your life. Do you accept this challenge?"