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

by Amanda Clover

  "Close your eyes," he said.

  "What? What are--"

  A hot stream of urine fell upon her thighs. It splashed up her body, coating her with the warm, acrid liquid as he began to move his aim, spraying her arms and belly, her breasts, and finally pissing into her face. She closed her eyes as the hot urine sprayed against her lips. She quickly closed her mouth, but she could not keep it from her nose. Fenris groaned as he emptied his bladder onto her. The pouring sound of the stream lessened and stopped, leaving the room filled with the sound of his piss dripping from her generous curves.

  "Why?" moaned Imogen.

  "Because you opened your mouth, silly elf girl." He grabbed her bonds and pulled her into a sitting position. He wiped his piss from her eyes with his rough fingers. "You forced me to do that to you by asking to go with my son. I had to mark you. I had to prove that I am unchallenged as a pack master. Can you understand that?"

  Imogen, spitting the sour taste of his piss from her lips, found it difficult to imagine any reason for what Fenris had done. But she did understood the need for dogs to mark their territory. Maybe this man was half wolf and had to mark her in this way. Even if it made sense, it did not lessen her humiliation.

  "Am I your mate now?" she sobbed.

  Fenris sat down on a chair carved from the hollow stump of a tree. He absently rubbed and fondled his cock.

  "No. I intend to give you to my son."

  "I don't understand."

  "Look, elf girl, I already have a human for a mate. A druid, in fact. She is enough trouble and, to be honest, wears me out at this age. The last thing I need is a young elf mate too. You elves...you can take more than a human. You would probably fuck me to death."

  "My name isn't 'elf girl' it is Imogen," she said, trying to muster her tattered pride. "Imogen Goldenheart."

  "Goldenheart? Are you related to..." He leaned down and squinted at her. "By the Goddess of the Woods, you are his daughter. The king!"

  "You know him?"

  "He spared my life when I was only a boy. Like the others, I was cast out of the human lands for the curse that makes me a shifter. He caught me stealing from your village, but he spared my life even though he knew what I was. He said so long as I did not return to the Climbs I could stay in his forest."

  "It's not 'His Forest'," said Imogen.

  "Fair enough." He slapped his thighs. "Goddess, forgive me. I marked you."

  He plucked a knife from a sheath hanging from a peg and used it to slice through Imogen's bonds. It took some doing, but he soon had her free from the ropes. She rubbed sullenly at her chaffed wrists, clamped her thighs together and covered her breasts with one arm.

  "I will take you back to the Climbs," he said. "I owe that much to your father."

  "No," said Imogen. "I'm not going back there."

  "Where then?"

  There weren't many places Imogen could think she belonged. She could not go back to the Climbs, to be married off to some gnome and live inside a mountain her whole life. She could not go to the human lands, where elves were vulnerable to slavers and always treated as outcasts. That left here, in the forest, and after her encounter with the roper she understood that she was not ready for life alone in these treacherous woods.

  That left one place for her.

  "Here," she said.

  "Oh, no," said Fenris, shaking his head. "You're a princess. They will come looking for you and that's trouble we do not need."

  Imogen tried to forget the fact that she smelled like this man's piss. She tried to put aside her tiredness and let her youthful desires take over.

  "I can make it worthwhile for you to let me stay," she said, slowly rolling onto her hands and knees. She looked up at Fenris as she crawled over to him. "If you let me stay I will..."

  She wrapped her soft hand around his flaccid cock.

  "...be very attentive to your needs."

  He watched, bemused, as Imogen rose high on her knees and gathered his drooping cock with both hands. She leaned her face into his lap and laved his soft cock with her tongue. It was shameful, but her body wanted it after a moment. She could feel the tightness in her belly and the growing heat between her legs. She skinned his cock back and engulfed his smooth glans in the warmth of her mouth.

  "Oh, girl, you know not what you are doing," groaned Fenris. "If you awaken the beast, well, you may just get the beast. A tender...oohhh...tender flower like you...a princess...shouldn't be...oh..."

  He stopped his objections as his cock grew fully stiff between her lips. She sucked hard on him, hollowing her cheeks around his cock as she bobbed her mouth up and down. Her tongue worked beneath his shaft. The sour taste of his urine faded as her spit soaked his shaft and wet the sack of his fat testicles. She caressed his shaft with her hand as she sucked, pleasing every inch of him and undeterred by his thick, gray hair nor the musk of recent sex clinging to him.

  She grew heated as she shucked him. She thrust her hand between her thighs and played her fingers against her sex. Her soft moans and hungry slurps filled the dingy room. Fenris brought a hand to the back of her head and urged her to take more. His fingers tightened and tightened in her blond tresses until, without warning, he yanked her head off. Her lips popped loudly as they slipped off his swollen cock.

  "Aaaaahhh, bitch! You've aaaahhhhh....done it!"

  Imogen at once saw the bestial madness in his gold-flecked eyes. His ears knifed up from his head. His nose and mouth elongated into a grey-furred snout. The transformation took only seconds as rippling hanks of fur burst from his reshaped body until he was a hunched wolf-man, his jaws hanging opening and his pink tongue lolling out. His cock now emerged from a furry sheath, pinkish, glistening and covered with tiny red capillaries as if it belonged inside his body. The head was now blunt rather than rounded.

  Porggo and Sliven had spoken when they were in this sort of hybrid form, but Imogen looked fearfully up at Fenris and knew that the beast was truly in charge of him. He took her with a savage snarl, throwing her onto her hands and knees and mounting her like a massive dog mounting his bitch. His cock speared into her pussy, filling her with his hot flesh. He took hold of her shoulders with his clawed hands and pounded his cock into her in a frenzy of lust.

  "Oh Goddess, protect...ohhhhh...protect me!"

  She could not keep the lust from her prayer for protection. Fenris nipped at the back of her neck. His hot breath poured over her and shivered her shoulders as he worked his haunches, thrusting in and out. Her body betrayed her lust and she thrust her round ass back against his furry legs. His cock worked deeper into her. Her pussy was slick with his juices as much as her own.

  His jaws clamped painfully on her shoulder. He bit her hard enough to draw blood in thin trickles down her shoulder and dripping from her breast. The pain only clarified the pleasure. Her tits shook wildly as Fenris savagely pounded his cock into her. He howled through his chomping teeth and she felt his cock throbbing inside her stretched cunt.

  The savage wolf-beast's boiling fuckjuice flooded Imogen's elfin cunt. Though she had come to know the touch of a man, or something like a man, this was the first she had felt a cock exploding in her depths. She was already on the edge, the rhythmic throb of Fenris's gushing meat-tube drove her over the limit. She threw back her head, her platinum locks flung behind her as her pleasure tightened around the wolf-man's creaming cock.

  "Yesssss!" she cried. "Fill me with your hot spunk!"

  "Grrrrrrrrrraaaaaarrr!"snarled Fenris, still cumming into her.

  The waves of Imogen's orgasm rippled through her body, gently fluttering and squeezing the big wolf cock pumping out his lupine load. The princess realized, too late, that Fenris's resemblance to a wolf did not end with the shape and texture of his cock. A hot swelling of tissue at the base of his cock pressed between her lips, growing in size and spreading her wide as it pushed past her orgasmic contractions.

  In seconds, Imogen was not just filled with lupine fuckmeat, she was plugged by Fenri

s like a bitch in heat. Even as his cock sealed her tight with his throbbing flesh, he continued to empty his balls into her. She felt an intense pressure as his cum was dammed into her hungry cove.

  "Oh Goddess," she whimpered. "He's doing it. He's mating me. He's...he's breeding me."

  Her pleasure was tempered by fear and abject humiliation. It was humiliation that only grew as Fenris slid from her back, twisting his body so that he was facing away from her and yet keep her pussy plugged with his swollen cock's knot. She could only remain there, tied to him, panting, sweaty and quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  She was completely filled by his massive load and the throbbing meat of his cock. When she tried to pull away, she felt an intense pain and pressure against her inner walls. The knot of his cock had swollen too large to easily fit back out of her pussy.

  "What happens now?" moaned Imogen.

  She could only wait, intimately tied to the shifter, inhaling the thick scent of sex and beastly fur and feeling like an animal herself. After some time, his cock began to slowly shrink. He tugged and his cock popped free, accompanied by a loud slurp of escaping cum and a warm trickle down her thighs. Before she could even sit up, Fenris thrust his snout against her ass, sniffing loudly and inhaling the smell of his own cum mingling with her juices. He seemed to take great pleasure in smelling her there and remained still, trying not to cry out as his cold nose brushed back and forth and his hot exhalations tickled her golden hairs.

  His shift back into the form of a man was abrupt. One moment he was snuffling at her creamed groove and the next moment he was a man again, resting a hand on her ass for leverage as he stood up behind her on two feet.

  "You can stay," he growled, obviously exhausted. "But not as my mate. In the morning you will be mated to Astus and belong to him, whether my seed grows within you or not."

  "Thank you!" she cried.

  "I will speak to my wife," he said. "Maybe she will have some use for you as well."

  Fenris brought a bucket of fresh water for Imogen to wash, which she did with relish after all that had happened to her in the past day. The cold water spilled over her breasts. It cleaned the dirt from her thighs and poured over the frothy velvet of her cunt. Cool water bathed her many tiny scratches. The bite on her shoulder was a bit worse and Fenris, somewhat apologetic for losing himself in the beast, brought her a poultice that numbed the pain and would prevent infection.

  She could her him speaking with his mate. The woman possessed a strong voice that carried through the walls. Her tone was angry, though Imogen could not make out the words. She was asleep by the time he brought her a dinner of roasted duck, dry bread and milk. It was simple food, but in her exhausted state she awoke and devoured it as if it was the greatest feast ever offered to her.

  "You will not wear clothing among us until you are a mother, but you may cover yourself with this while you sleep."

  He tossed a wool blanket onto her and left her to slip into a restless sleep, huddled upon the floor of the small, dark room.

  The princess dreamed of the vistas of the Climbs. Dawn breaking over the ironwoods, flocks of munmun birds of all colors roosting in the treetops, the glinting rows of a procession of the royal guard, the perfumed air of a night revel on the promenades, all of the ladies and lords of the Climbs in their grandest finery. It was all torn apart by the jaws of a wolf, torn away as she was pressed down to her knees and mounted from behind. Reduced, in her most ruffled gown, to nothing more than another rutting beast.

  "Wake up, little elf."

  Imogen heard the words in her dreams before they pulled her into consciousness. She awoke to the face of a handsome rosy-cheeked human woman of middle age. Her dirty blond hair was plaited into two fat braids woven artfully with charms and leaves. Elaborate patterns of woad decorated her face, plump breasts, spiraling around her fat, tan nipples. There was a motherly thickness to her belly and hips, not fat, but substantial without compromising her womanly beauty. She stared down at Imogen.

  "So you want to be a druid?" she asked.

  Imogen sat up. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and nodded to the woman.

  "I am Lillia of the Glade," said the woman. "I was born to the druid's life and it was only natural for me to find my mate here in the forest. It will not be so easy for you, to commune with the animals requires...an open mind. A willing body. Do you understand?"

  "Bestiality?"

  "Not quite. Though I will admit, the shifters come very close sometimes when they let their animals sides have control." She said. "No, if you wish to be a druid and have my son as your mate then you must give yourself willingly to the pack. There cannot be secrets from your pack master."

  "You want me to...tell him what happens between your son and I?"

  "Sometimes. But if you want me to teach you the magic of the forest, then you will give yourself to my son before the whole tribe." Lillia stroked a lock of Imogen's hair from the princess's face. "It is called a grand rut. The pack will go wild with lust today. You must not feel fear. You must stay with my son."

  "I will give myself to your son, body and soul."

  Lillia surprised Imogen with a deep kiss on the lips. The elder druid's kiss was hungry and when Imogen yielded her tongue tasted of spices.

  "I can smell my husband on you," said Lillia.

  "He...wanted to mark me," moaned Imogen as Lillia kissed her throat and down to her breast.

  "He did a bit more than that. It won't do if you're to have my son. Let me wash you more thoroughly."

  "A...alright...I....aaaaaah..."

  Whatever foolish thing Imogen was about to say was forgotten as Lillia spread her the princess's thighs apart. The druid's tongue lapped at Imogen's tender slit, awakening hot, wet lust on her folds. Lillia opened the princess with her fingers and her eager tongue explored the honeyed depths of Imogen's cunt. It was a thorough tongue bath, as delightful as it was unexpected, and in no time the druid had Imogen's toes curling and the princess fucking against Lillia's tongue.

  "Do you...always...?"

  "No," laughed Lillia, between licks and sucks at Imogen's pussy. "You will be my son's first mate. He has rutted plenty, but never have I washed his bride with my tongue. I do rather enjoy it though."

  Imogen moaned as an orgasm shuddered through her body. She rocked herself against Lillia's tongue, splitting her dewy furrow against the druid's hot tongue. The princess's body was hot with excitement, her face and breasts flushed, and her cunt so juicy it was dripping down to her asshole.

  "Let me...let me wash you," moaned Imogen.

  The druid lifted her cum-smeared face from between Imogen's thighs.

  "There is not a need," she began, "but I can see you are in such a state that I cannot refuse you."

  Lillia obviously relished the request, climbing her warm, soft body atop Imogen and presenting her round bottom and the fuzzy peach of her quim to the princess's face. Imogen had been with women before. Exploring sexuality with other young women was a natural part of becoming ready for marriage and the elves placed no taboo upon women becoming lovers, although reserved marriage for men and women.

  But Lillia was not an elf woman. Her body was full and soft, her breasts resting heavily against Imogen, her hands forceful and tongue slipping into the hot groove of Imogen's royal cunt. Lillia smelled of the forest, of rainy woods and clear streams and the fresh earth and flowers. Sweet, sweet flowers.

  "Ohhhh, you're so beautiful," cried the princess.

  "Taste me, my sweet daughter," cried Lillia, her excitement vibrating into Imogen's pussy.

  Imogen spread Lillia's plump ass and, with her thumbs, exposed the pink of the druid's pussy. She lifted her face to this luscious curve and lapped the juicy length of Lillia's cunt. She inhaled the fresh scent of Lillia's ass and was unafraid to explore there as well with her tongue.

  Each lick, each tease and suck, was reciprocated from one woman to the other. Their bodies moved in perfect erotic harmony, synchronized with the pleasure of tongues and fingers in the most sensitive places. Lillia's big ass bounced against Imogen's face and the princess, driving closer and closer to the brink of her pleasure, thrust herself against Lillia's tongue. The small room filled with their sighing, the soft rasp of their bodies and the wet lap of tongues.

  Their orgasm was so perfectly mutual, their bodies arching and pressing hard against one another, that when they collapsed from their peaks they both began laughing. Lillia rolled the elf princess into her arms and kissed her lips. Their tongues intertwined, their thighs pressed together, heat pressing against heat and soft breasts mashing nipple-to-nipple.

  "I will teach you the ways of the wood," murmured Lillia. "I can sense the power locked in your body. Waiting to be released."

  "I will be your grateful student," sighed Imogen, kissing the human woman with hunger.

  Lillia pulled her lips away. She got to her feet and lifted Imogen with her.

  "No more kisses, my sweet elf daughter. Now it is time for you to meet your mate. Go. Without ceremony. Go out to him and be claimed."

  Her heart began to beat wildly as she followed the druid to the doorway. She could hear the voices and laughter beyond. She gave a final questioning look to the druid.

  "Enjoy it," said Lillia and she held open the door to the bright light of day.

  Imogen took a deep breath and stepped into the daylight. The entire camp was waiting for her, standing in a wide circle and watching her with hungry eyes. There were men and women, young and old, staring at her and waiting.

  Astus stood in the middle of the village. He was as muscular and handsome as she recalled, a perfect specimen of human masculinity chiseled from tan stone. His gold-flecked eyes sparkled in the morning light.

  "Imogen," he said and brought her into his arms.

  She relaxed in the comfort of his embrace, burying her face in his mane of dark hair and his muscular neck. His big hands caressed her back tenderly. Her breasts pressed against the fuzzy slab of his chest. His cock stirred against her thighs.

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