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

by Amanda Clover

  "Thank you," said Veronika and she embraced Cindessa as her tears began to freely flow.

  Once she had calmed down, Cindessa began to apply the finishing touches: a misty red slash of paint across Veronika's eyes matched to a bright red lip paint and a single droplet of something called "dewlup" that Cindessa carefully raised on a fingertip and pressed to Veronika's hairless quim.

  "It will inflame your lust and give you the scent that makes orcs more fertile," said Cindessa, massaging it along Veronika's sensitive groove. "The pleasure will be greater than any you have experienced."

  And then it was time. An honor guard, such as honor guards were among orcs, was waiting for Veronika when she left Cindessa's small tent. Veronika did not know the names of many of the orcs among the tribe, but she recognized Skull Pounder among the handsomely decorated orc warriors. She smiled at him, remembering the way his huge, bumpy cock had felt as he stuffed it violently into her ass. Such a strange thing, to be fucked by all these orcs before she had even given up her maidenhead to her husband.

  The dewlup was doing its work already. She felt a heat spreading across her body. A flush visible in her lovely cleavage. She felt a tickling urge to grab the orcs of the honor guard and suck at the proud flesh of their cocks and mount them like a woman climbing atop a horse. She coughed and maintained her composure as they walked her to Black Tooth's yurt.

  She had been expecting some sort of ceremony. Perhaps the wizened orc shaman might say words or Black Tooth might give her a ring. Instead, they brought her to the flap of the yurt and she simply walked inside as the orcs began to cheer and beat swords and spears against crude shields. The rhythmic drumming seemed to twang at the strings of her lust as she stepped into the torchlit yurt.

  "My bride," said Black Tooth. "Come to me."

  The massive orc was sitting on a throne made from stout branches and animal bones. The huge slab of his body was completely nude, his massive arms resting on the arms of the throne. His knees were apart, his inner thighs chiseled with muscle. Veronika's gaze fell upon the fat curl of his flaccid cock, emerging from the dense forest of his hair, sheathed, sitting atop his plump bollocks in their fleshy sack.

  She crossed the tent to him and felt the urge to curtsy for him in her fine dress.

  "You are flower. Pale and nice."

  "You are mighty and handsome," replied Veronika, staring into his red eyes and unafraid of his rather grotesque face. "I am glad to be made your bride."

  He grunted with satisfaction. His hand slowly lifted from the arm of the chair and reached out invitingly. She stepped closer and he took hold of her, pulling her into his lap as she giggled in his grasp. He deposited her bottom in his lap and she felt the warmth of him through her bridal gown. He stirred against her. His huge hands caressed her body, peeling open the corset until her pale breasts bounced free. The dress seemed to fall away from his insistent fingers like the petals of a rose. It slipped from her hips and thighs and he unwrapped her until she was a naked nymph, tiny compared to his massive green body, curled into his lap as his cock stiffened against her firm ass.

  "Whatever will you please you tonight," she said, lacing one arm around the thick trunk of his neck and caressing his scarred face with her other hand. "Whatever you desire. I will give it to you, my husband. My...love."

  His smile exposed his savage teeth. He pulled her face closer, his hot breath spiced by the mead favored by the orcs. He held above her hips, his hands easily enclosing her waist, her nipples rubbing against his hard chest. She kissed him, her mouth opening wide to accept his brutish tongue. It was thick and overpowering, like the rest of him, and exactly what she craved. She sucked at it and squirmed against him.

  The dewlup burned through her body. She desperately wanted him. His touch was exquisite. His strength, locked into his muscles, like a love poem to her libido. She fenced aggressively with his thick tongue and embraced his sloppy kiss, unconcerned with her painted lips nor the spit he slopped onto her cheeks and chin. The wet noise of their embrace competed only with the crackling of wood in the fire pit.

  She stretched out against his muscles, pushing her smooth, soft body against his roughness, his hardness. His cock awoke against her and began to rise. She brought her hands to him, cradling it against her thighs, stroking lightly to him to full hardness. She began to slide down his body, capturing him full with both hands and stroking his cock out from its sheath.

  "Cindessa teach you well," he groaned.

  "She has," agreed Veronika. "Now to put it to use."

  She worked both hands up and down the shaft of his gnarled orcish member, tugging with relish as her mouth descending on the bulging head. She bathed his sour cock with her tongue, betraying no distaste as she washed away the taste of whichever slave girl he had been fucking. Only when his darkening flesh was glistening did she press her lips to the fat apple of his cockhead and demonstrate her training.

  "Yes," laughed Black Tooth as her mouth stretched around his cock. "Yes, good training."

  Her blue eyes peered up at him as she took him to her tonsils and swallowed, his fat cock bulging her neck. She worked lower, spit soaking down to his balls, his cock encased in the swallowing prison of her throat. She could not take him to the base, it was not possible given the angle, but she accepted fully two thirds of his monstrously massive cock into her throat and mouth. Her tongue strokes beneath his shaft. Her swallowing massaged his bulging glans.

  She bobbed her mouth and throat on him, slowly, but persistently. A wet, sloppy, willing throat-fucking she gave herself for his pleasure. Black Tooth simply watched with bemused enjoyment as she demonstrated her well-trained cocksucking. She felt his bollocks tightening beneath her fingertips and knew she was having the intended effect. She moaned around him, encouraging him by stroking faster and sucking harder.

  "You want a taste of seed?" asked Black Tooth.

  "Mmmmhmmmm," she murmured with her cock-stuffed mouth, swiping her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

  "Then have it, princess," he groaned.

  He roared with pleasure as she buried his cock in her throat. The hot length of it bucked against her swallowing muscles. The hot broth of his cum poured into her throat and filled her belly, as thick as a meal. She worked his cock with her hands, his twitching root with her fingers, and looked into his eyes as she eagerly, capably drained ever thick drop of his savage spunkload.

  She popped his cock free from her mouth with a slurp and a deep gasp, running her tongue over and even into the slit at the bulging tip of his cockhead. Her grip tightened on him and she milked the last pearly globs of his cum onto her tongue, showing them to him before swallowing them.

  "Enough!" he roared, grabbing her beneath arms and lift her up into his lap.

  "Ahhhh!" she cried out with exaggerated fear as he lifted her above his head, tilted his face and dropped her slick groove onto his open mouth. His tongue was rough against her tender folds. He slipped the tip into her and lapped at her straining clit. He held her by her arms, easily, and bounced her against his mouth. He closed his rough lips over her pussy and sucked.

  "Yes! Suck me!!"

  Veronika clenched her thighs around Black Tooth's giant head and ground her cunt against his lashing tongue. She could not bear it much longer. His sucking mouth pulled at her tender flesh. His tongue seemed to reach everywhere, slicking her from her mound to the entire length of her ass.

  "I'm cumming!" she cried. "Gods...I am cumming!"

  It was like no orgasm even Cindessa had given her. Black Tooth's sucking mouth seemed to draw out the golden, honey-drizzled spirit of her ecstasy, devouring her with his savage lips and tongue. She bucked and pulled at his hands. She thrust herself against his tongue as spasms wracked her slender body.

  She did not have time to recover from the heights of her orgasm. Black Tooth spread her on the furs at his feet and climbed down from his throne. His cock was hard again. He spread her legs and pulled her body against
his. The weight of his manhood fell upon her belly. His dangling, spit-damp bollocks rested against her still-twitching cunt.

  "It is time to breed," said Black Tooth.

  "Yes," panted Veronika, "Yes, gods, breed me!"

  The days of preparing for this moment had fixed the idea of being taken by the orc in her mind as a good thing. It was the fulfillment of her destiny. The dewlup further overheated the slender princess to the point that Veronika arched beneath the weight of Black Tooth's huge cock, rubbing against him, grabbing him with both hands and squirming her body beneath his fat tool. Her pert breasts and hard, pink nipples quivered. Her mouth hung open in a prolonged gasp of anticipation.

  Black Tooth chuckled. He had never seen a slave girl so eager for his massive cock, let alone a maiden princess. Cindessa would be rewarded for her success, he decided, as he grabbed his cock from the root and slapped the bulging head against Veronika's tiny pink groove. The slick velvet of it massaged his swollen glans. Her heat was intense. Her body ready. But she was so small? Might he kill her?

  "Only one way to know," chuckled Black Tooth as he lined his cock up on Veronika's little slit.

  "Yesssss," she moaned.

  For a moment it seemed the fat apple of his cockhead would not fit at all into the tight, pink cove of Veronika's juicy quim. Black Tooth was persistent. He gripped the princess by her throat, not to choke her, but just to pin her writhing body still on the floor of the yurt. Then, when she was immobilized, he drove his cock into her. Her eyes went wide, the pain penetrating her haze of lust as her quim was stretched dangerously tight around the invading member.

  Black Tooth felt the soft membrane of her maidenhead and he allowed his weight to rest against it. The inner tissue broke like a soap bubble and he felt a hot slickness of blood in addition to the heat of her churning pussy. His cock wore her quim like a stocking, stretching and filling her to the elastic limit, pressing against her cervix, distorting the shape of her womb with his weight. Her slender pelvis bulged. The shape of his cockhead was visible in detail through her skin.

  Veronika, still in shock from the pain, lifted her head and looked down at her body claimed by the orc. Only half his cock was inside her, but even that length seemed impossible. There was no stretching cream from the shaman or training for her quim. She was claimed by Black Tooth as a man would have on her bridal bed, only here she was stretched out on wolf furs and the cock was as big as a mule's. She struggled to breathe. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

  Tears of joy.

  "I...I...love it!" she gasped.

  Black Tooth's upper lip curled back from his tusks in a smile and he shifted his weight so that his body held Veronika pinned to the furs. He began to move atop her, his muscles tightening and releasing, his body working the fat, bumpy piston of his cock into the princess's stretched fuckhole. She shook with each thrust, her mouth hanging open, her body arching against him, against the agony, seeking to find the pleasure in his immense cock. She felt every little knot in his smooth cock, every bump and vein caressed her tender inner channel.

  "Tight as drum!" groaned Black Tooth. "Princess has body firm and pretty."

  "Yes," she gasped, skewered on his cock, hardly able to think as his fat cock pounded into her. "My...love...aaah...yes! Yes! My body is yours."

  His balls shifted against her ass. Veronika thought he might be about to fill her with his seed. Instead, his weight suddenly lifted and he picked her up in his arms, holding her impaled on his cock as he spun her around the axle of his massive fuckmeat. She fell onto her hands and knees, ass raised, and Black Tooth fell over her, grunt, thrusting and imprisoning her beneath his body.

  She felt his beastly weight. It was as if she was being mounted by a bull or a horse and Black Tooth's bumpy mule cock thrusting against the entrance to her womb only furthered this impression. And she loved it. She loved the wrongness of it and the way his huge bollocks slapped against her quim. She loved the way his muscles felt against her back and the hot grunting breaths he took over her shoulder. He was all around her, devouring her with his lust, his animal desire completely mastering the proper woman she once was.

  She tried to profess her love for him again, tried to slam the smooth curve of her ass against his thrusting hips, all she managed was to tremble beneath his powerful body and cry, "Cumming!"

  The orgasm was exquisitely painful. Her stretched quim shuddered around Black Tooth's powering fuckram. Stretched to the absolute limit of endurance, her straining muscles clamped down around him, squeezed him and massaged him, again and again as the waves of ecstasy rippled through her slender body.

  "GRRAAAAAAAAA!"

  He roared above her and around her. His orgasm throbbed in her spasming channel. He bucked and his scalding seed pumped out. There was nowhere for the orc semen to go but her aching womb, gushing hot and filling her fertile depths, the force and gravity of the moment sending a new wave of pleasure crashing through the princess's young body.

  Black Tooth worked his hips, buried nearly to the root within Veronika, thrusting until every possible drop of his seed had pumped out and overflowed the holy chalice of her fertile womb. White cum spilled from her trembling groove. It dropped onto the furs and slicked her thighs. When he withdrew it was as if her body had emptied of her spine. She collapsed face down into the furs, ass slightly lifted, cunt gaped wide and fucked raw, and mound smeared with his seed.

  In that moment, Veronika knew without a doubt that she was bred by the orc. Her family was known for its fertility, the women giving birth to many children and the man siring many more. And so were orcs, their pillaging often leaving the women of villages fat with orc children. But Veronika was not sad as those women might have been. She did not fear the baby she would birth. She would be proud to be mother, to be wife, to an orc warlord.

  "I am yours," she whimpered, "forever."

  "May our sons be strong and daughters wise," said Black Tooth and his rough hand caressed the smooth, pale curve of Veronika's bottom.

  Epilogue

  Veronika shuddered and pulled the nursing tot from her fat nipple. Pale Warrior was growing and that made him insatiable. She turned his squirming body and pressed his face to her other breast. He immediately began to nurse. A satisfied smile spread across her face as her milk spurted into his hungry mouth.

  From her vantage point among the ruins she could see the whole of the orc encampment. It was golden with morning light and the orcs were beginning to stir for the day.

  "I thought I might find you here," said a voice behind the princess.

  "They don't like to come into the ruins," said Veronika, without turning.

  Soft hands slid over the princess's shoulders and the familiar weight of Cindessa's breasts rested against the back of the princess's neck.

  "Yours are almost as big as mine now," admired Cindessa, stroking Veronika's bosom.

  "Not hardly," said Veronika. "I had thought you might wet nurse for me."

  "I am your mistress," laughed Cindessa, putting on a mocking version of her domineering voice. "Not some milk maid for your convenience."

  Veronika laughed, turning and catching one of Cindessa's nipples in her mouth, giving it a long, hard suck before releasing it from her lips. The nipple stood out, hard and red and glistening, from the golden plumpness of the kornasi woman's tit.

  "Careful," warned Cindessa. "You'll make me throw you to the ground right here and fuck the daylights out of you."

  "Promise?" asked Veronika.

  "Your husband sent me. I think he would rather be the one piling into you."

  "Why don't you join us?" asked Veronika, standing and wrapping Pale Warrior in his blanket.

  A smile spread across Cindessa's face. She was always eager to share the warlord's bed and a fair match for Veronika's lust.

  "Promise?" asked Cindessa.

  The princess took the kornasi woman's hand and they marched together down the hill from the ruins and into the orc encampment. Black
Tooth awaited them and was only too happy to accommodate both women in his tent. They grappled for his cock. They licked and sucked and stroked and fucked until all three were exhausted.

  It was Veronika, at last, riding atop his mighty body, who received the blessing of another load of his seed. Cindessa caressed his bollocks as he shot deep into the riding princess. Veronika's womb was thirsty. Her body aching for him. She knew once more that she was bred.

  And she loved it.

  Book 9 - Shifters

  Princess Imogen Goldenheart's dress was made from silk woven with platinum threads so that it shimmered in the sunlight as it wrapped her long legs. The high collar lined with white bear fur kept her slender neck warm and the deep plunge of the neckline offered a lovely view of her substantial cleavage. It was the most beautiful dress in all the elves of the Climbs and she was the most beautiful woman to wear it.

  "You look like a beast," said her mother.

  And it was not untrue either. Imogen's dress was torn to tatters that hung like ribbons around her legs, her bear fur collar was stuck with burrs, her arms and legs were scratched, and there were leaves, feathers, and beads woven into her platinum blond hair. A fingertip painting of red clay mud decorated her face and forehead.

  The queen paced in a circle around the princess, plucking stray leaves from the tatters of her dress and clucking at the various fresh scratches marring her golden skin.

  "Today of all days, Imogen. I would be furious with you if this were not so predictable." Mother sighed. "I am only disappointed. You understand the importance of the day, don't you?"

  "Father is negotiating a trade with the gnomes from Crystal Mountain," said Imogen, sounding a bit sullen.

  Mother lifted up Imogen's chin and burned the princess with her frosty blue gaze.

  "It's a bit more than that, my little wild witch. The gnomes harvest soul quartz which we use to preserve our ancestors. Without this trade we will lose much wisdom as the elders die off forever."