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

by Amanda Clover

  "Do you desire me, princess?" asked the demoness.

  "Yes, more than anything," admitted Olivia.

  Ashara rolled onto her back, stretching her shapely body and curling her toes. She parted her thighs, showing Olivia the pert furrow of her cunt, running her arm between her jiggling tits to stroke it with her fingers.

  "Come and have me," said Ashara, and her curling tail seemed to beckon Olivia onto the bed.

  It was as if what had happened to Olivia earlier was forgotten and all her worries were replaced with an almost painful yearning to touch and be touched. She climbed onto the bed and crawled to the comely demoness. She leaned her lips down to Ashara's and the demoness leaned up to meet her, wrapping a hand around Olivia's head and pulling their lips tightly together.

  The kiss was like none Olivia had ever experience, warm and soft, opening into a sweet, wetness they shared with their tongues, but it was more than merely the physical. It was as if Olivia could feel some part of her essence slipping into the mouth of the demoness, rolled by their hungry tongues, shared as some intoxicating vapor, before being swallowed by Ashara. It was an ecstasy that began in her spine and seemed to radiate through her entire body.

  "Ohhhhh," cried Olivia, reluctantly pulling her lips away. "What was that?"

  Ashara's silver eyes flashed and she pulled the princess so close their breasts touched, their hard nipples rubbing together. The demoness slid her thigh between Olivia's legs and Ashara's prehensile tail twine around and between both of their legs. It was warm against Olivia's skin.

  "Just having a taste of you," said Ashara. "After all, I am a succubus, my dear. I feed upon souls. And none are sweeter than a virgin princess."

  "What?" cried Olivia

  She tried to push away from Ashara. It was hopeless. The succubus held her tightly.

  "Do not be afraid, my child," she said. "I will not claim your soul. Your womb is far too valuable for that. Even if I did decide to swallow your entire essence, you would not become like those fools standing watch at my doors. You would become like me. Would you like that?"

  Ashara pressed her thigh against Olivia's mound.

  "Yes," moaned Olivia, "you are so beautiful."

  "Then that will be my promise, princess. When the time comes, I will turn you into a succubus." Her silver eyes drank in Olivia's luscious body. "You will be a formidable temptress."

  "Thank you," gasped Olivia, rubbing her slick quim against Ashara's thigh.

  "Put that from your mind. Tonight, you will have only pleasure."

  Ashara grasped Olivia's bottom with both hands and pulled the princess's pretty pussy against her leg. She flexed and pressed the leg hard against Olivia's juicy groove. In the same moment, her lips once more found Olivia's and their kiss was even more torrid than the first.

  Olivia could not resist. Her lips yielded. Her tongue eagerly fenced with Ashara's as her body trembled. She thrust herself against Ashara's thigh and jammed her own leg against the hot groove of the succubus's sex. Their breasts pressed tightly together, Olivia's sensitive nipples rubbing back and forth against Ashara's plump lavender tips. The length of the succubus's tail slipped over one of Olivia's buttocks and threaded itself down her crack like a fleshy thong.

  "Oh, gods, your touch is like fire against me," gasped the princess.

  "Mmmmm," murmured Ashara. "You are too sweet to resist."

  The princess quivered as another morsel of her essence was drained into the hungry mouth of the succubus. For a few exquisite seconds it was as if her entire body reached climax. She pushed herself up on her hands, throwing her head back, breasting swinging beneath her as she cried out with her pleasure. The succubus strummed Olivia's pussy with her thigh. The full-body orgasm receded, replaced by the clenching pleasure of real orgasm. Olivia rocked her hips and ground her throbbing slit against the succubus, riding and bouncing atop the demoness as the waved of pleasure squeezed through her muscles.

  "Yesssss! Yes! I'm cumming! Oh, Ashara, I'm cumming!"

  Even her tender ass was rubbed by the slithering length of Ashara's tail, her little hole clenching rhythmically as her powerful climax rocked her body. She slowly relaxed, her breath still coming in sighs. Her dark, curly hair damp with sweat."

  "A princess like you must be accustomed to being pampered." Ashara stroked Olivia's flushed face. "But you have never been pleasured by a succubus. We have only begun, my sweet."

  Ashara rolled Olivia onto her back and pushed the princess's thighs up until her knees were almost in her breasts. The succubus knelt high and took each of Olivia's feet. She looked at the princess as she submerged Olivia's dainty toes in her mouth and became to weave her impossibly dexterous tongue between them. The succubus slurped lewdly and washed Olivia's wiggling toes with her sweet saliva. She tickled her arch and heal with her tongue and even bit gently at the tendon in the backs of her ankles.

  "Oh, Ashara, what are you doing to me?" moaned Olivia as she quivered with lust.

  "Every part of your body is beautiful," said Ashara, planting hot kisses on Olivia's calves. Moving to her knees and the tender backs of her thighs. "Did you have the servant girls lick you, princess? Did their servile tongues please your royal pussy?"

  "You say such things!" cried Olivia. "But it is true. I bid them to kiss me and they kissed. I commanded them to wash me with their tongues and I was...oooh...always satisfied."

  "Satisfaction is for a well-made meal or a good match of jousting." Ashara's kisses moved closer and closer to Olivia's aching quim. "I do not offer to satisfy you, princess. I offer to make you..."

  Olivia gasped as Ashara's hot breath washed over her slit and tickled the fine hairs of her quim. Her clit throbbed with anticipation.

  "...delirious," whispered Ashara.

  Her tongue was a hot whip that lashed the princess's straining clit. Olivia cried out, her fingers tangling in the satin sheets as the succubus assaulted her cunt. Ashara lapped at her clit, coaxing it even further out of its hood and seeming to wrap around the straining bud. The succubus sucked, lips tight, slurping lewdly at Olivia's aching pussy. The demoness slid her tail up to Olivia's breasts and the serpentine length began to wrap around and around her tits in a figure eight, squeezing and lifting them until they were crimson with trapped blood and began to throb with Olivia's heartbeat.

  The pain of her tortured tits only added to her exquisite pleasure. Ashara's fingers spread Olivia's tender folds, her tongue sipped deep of the princess's hot honey, delving in and out and curling into the deep seat of pleasure within her channel. She felt the tongue against her maidenhead and was willing to let the succubus claim it, but Ashara reeled her tongue back and resumed lapping at Olivia's clit.

  "I...I can't take much more!" cried Olivia. "Your tongue is everywhere...you're...tongue..."

  Ashara pushed Olivia's legs back even more and the princess gasped as the succubus thrust her tongue against Olivia's tight rosebud. Her anal pucker had never been licked and the hot lapping drove her as wild as the ache of the tentacles wrapping around her tits. She squirmed and arched. She gasped desperately as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

  Ashara's finger screwed into Olivia's spit-loosened hole. The succubus returned her mouth to the princess's clit as her finger began to probe deep and slide in and out of Olivia's ass. The contorted damsel trembled against the succubus. Her orgasm burst forth from her like an incandescent flower blossoming. A firestorm of pleasure shocked her virginal quim, her ass clenched tight around the succubus's thrusting finger.

  "Oohhhhh gods, taste me!" cried Olivia. "Drink my essence!"

  "Mmmmhmmmm," laughed the succubus, her mouth clamped over the gushing folds of Olivia's clutching flower.

  The succubus sucked and drew out an intense flare of pleasure from the midst of Olivia's orgasm. Her entire body swooned with ecstasy as the succubus fed upon Olivia's life force. The princess did not know or care if it damned her, she thrust herself against that sucking mouth, looking into Ashara'
s silver eyes at the last moment. Just as Olivia could feel herself slipping away into warm oblivion, the succubus lifted her mouth, her lips connected to Olivia's quim by smoking wisps of purple energy that faded as she drew away.

  Ashara licked her lips and her slippery fingers as if just finishing with a delicious meal. She seemed to have more color, a deep blush in her pale cheeks.

  "If I take any more, my sweet, you will perish. And that lovely womb of yours must be filled first. Do you understand?"

  "Y-yes," said Olivia. "I mean, no. You are a woman."

  "No," laughed Ashara, pulling the exhausted princess into her arms and stroking her sweaty head. "There are no women in this bed. Only a demoness and a princess, both of us magical creatures."

  "You can make a child?"

  "More than a child," said Ashara. "With the womb of a virgin princess, I can make a queen. A new lady of hell. And both of us will be her mother. Here. Give me your hand."

  Ashara parted her thighs and pressed Olivia's hand to her sex. The princess sighed. It was so very hot beneath her fingers. She stroked the damp length of its delicate petals. She trace the groove, but Ashara pulled her hand and fingers upwards, to find the straining marble of her clit. It was hard and big. Olivia began to stroke it and it began to grow. The succubus's hot clit swelled and swelled until it was pressing against Olivia's palm.

  "What...what is it doing?" asked the princess.

  "It is becoming what I know you desire, my sweet. You need a cock to fill your lovely channel. A cock to slip inside you and gush into your womb."

  It grew and grew in Olivia's gently stroking grasp. She had never touched a man before, but she felt desire burning anew between her thighs as she watched it swell, the cap taking shape and a slit appearing in the very tip. She imagined the fat purple cock of the succubus would put most men to shame. Ashara even sprouted a sack and bollocks that dangled to either side of her delicate cunt.

  Olivia felt a sudden urge. Perhaps it had been the monstrous cock of the lemure thrusting into her throat. Perhaps it was the stories her servant girls had told her of their own dalliances. One had described using her mouth upon a stable hand. Olivia wanted to try this with the succubus. She looked up at the silver-eyed beauty, her pretty face and large breasts with jutting nipples in erotic contrast to her glistening cock.

  Olivia wet her pink lips and softly asked, "May I put it into my mouth?"

  "My sweet," purred Ashara, caressing Olivia's cheek. "I would adore you if you did. But you need never ask permission to wrap those luscious lips around my hardness."

  The sound of the succubus's voice and her filthy words were too much for Olivia. The princess could not hold back her lust any longer. She stroked Ashara's hard cock and pressed her lips against the throbbing tip. She opened her mouth and tasted the sweet, hot flesh against her tongue. It was big and stretched her mouth open as she descended, her spit soaking the shaft and her moans vibrating the freshly-formed bollocks of the demoness.

  "Yessssss, that's it," hissed the succubus. "You've wanted this for a very long time, I can tell. Suck me, sweet one. Suck the hard flesh that yearns for you."

  Ashara reclined into the pillows piled up on the bed and watched Olivia bobbing on her demonic cock. The princess made soft slurping noises and girlish moans of pleasure. Her dangling tits shook from the steady motion and her nipples grazed against the succubus's warm thigh.

  While the princess was unskilled in the art of pleasing a cock, she was so aroused she had only to rely upon her instincts. She popped her lips from the hard cock and kissed her way lower, finding the dangling bollocks and slowly washing them with her tongue. She sucked gently at them and worked her hand on Ashara's cock.

  "That's a good, girl," said Ashara. "You love to suck on my fat bollocks, don't you? Yes, you do. And you know what they are filled with, don't you, my sweet?"

  "Your seed?" moaned the princess.

  "Yes. Hot and thick. Salty and sweet. I want you to catch it in your mouth. Will you do that for me?"

  Olivia answered by sliding Ashara's cock back into her mouth. The lusty princess combined her stroking hand with bobbing mouth in a concerted attempt to make the succubus cum. Ashara seemed to savor the effort. She cooed with pouting lips and gently guided Olivia's bobbing head.

  "That's it now, lovely. Suck a bit harder. Yes...hollow your cheeks. Ohhhhh...you want to taste it, don't you?"

  "Mmmmhmmmmm," moaned Olivia, around the cock that filled her mouth.

  Ashara pushed the princess's head down a bit more forcefully, gagging Olivia's tender throat on the throbbing length. The succubus motioned to one of the slaves standing by the door. He approached the bed and stood beside it so that Ashara could turn her head to the side and lean down and suck his straining length. As the demoness pleasured her slave, so the princess pleasured the demoness. The soft sounds of pleasure and wet lust filled the chamber.

  Olivia even paused for a moment, the succubus's cock pressing against her lower lip, and she watched Ashara demonstrate her impressive skills. The white-haired demoness took her slave's impressive cock with no apparent discomfort, bobbing to the root so that her throat bulged with the invading girth of him. Ashara's tongue caressed his balls and her throat muscles swallowed around him. He let out a distracting series of chirps. Olivia resumed her eager sucking to conceal her laughter.

  It was not much longer that the princess felt the succubus begin to tense. Ashara moaned around the cock she was slurping. Her breasts heaved and she lifted her shapely ass up from the bed as she thrust herself against the back of Olivia's throat.

  The demon cock swelled even larger in her mouth. Olivia thought she might choke as the succubus thrust in and out of the hot, oval of Olivia's lips. The slave began to chirp madly. He was apparently about to reach his climax as well.

  Hot cum spurted against Olivia's tonsils. It bursts from the thrusting cock of the succubus and washed over Olivia's tongue. A gooey torrent of hot semen flooded into Olivia's mouth and it was all the dainty princess could do to swallow fast enough to make room for more. Her first gulp of the succbus's hot load sent the princess into a pleasure-drunk spasm. It was as if the demonic seed was intoxicating and it was sweet and delicious.

  Ashara's hand caressed the slave's swollen cock. She opened her lips against its head, turning just enough for Olivia to see the slave's twitching tool firing ropes of white cum into Ashara's mouth. The succubus slurped loudly as she stroked, her suction siphoning up every throbbing discharge from the slave's fat cock.

  Satisfied, the succubus pushed the slave away, his cock still dripping with cum. She turned to Olivia, pulling the princess up from her lap and drawing her into a deep, wet kiss that shared the salty residue of two loads. As they kissed, Olivia's excitement only grew. She felt the succubus's unflagging hardness flush against her body and she knew she had to have it inside her.

  "Take me. Make me yours!" Olivia begged , between scorching kisses.

  "Yes," breathed the succubus. "It is time."

  Olivia was flushed with the heat of her arousal and her submission to that desire. She could not look away from the silver eyes of the demoness. The princess lay back and spread her thighs to reveal her dewy quim to the succubus. She was so wet she felt her juices trickling down to her clenching anus. Ashara took her cock in hand and positioned herself atop the princess. Their breasts nearly touched. The succubus teased the head of her cock against Olivia's tender opening.

  "I will pleasure you every day and night," promised Ashara, lightly parting Olivia's folds and then pulling back again. "I will drive you wild, my sweet. My slaves will serve your every whim."

  "Yessss," cried the princess, imagining her life of illicit pleasure. "Fuck me, pleassssse!"

  Ashara bit her lower lip in a smile, leaning back to watch the moment she claimed the princess's virgin quim. She pressed her cock gently past the delicate folds. Olivia felt the pressure of the succubus's demonic cock, stretching her exquisitely and pressing again
st her delicate maidenhead. She braced herself for the pain that would come. She looked up at the succubus, seeking to give her permission.

  "It will hurt," said Ashara. "But remember this pain. It is precious. You will only have it once."

  Olivia nodded and took a deep breath. She was ready. She wanted the demoness to have her.

  Before that could happen, the doors to the chamber burst from their hinges and flew into the room. Lightning crackled above the bed. It arced through the air and caught Ashara between her wings. She arched from the electricity and the shock pulsed through Olivia as well. The succubus was flung off the bed and landed, smoking, among the cushions. Ashara's bird-headed slaves tried to defend their mistress, but crackling lightning cut them all down, reducing them to charred corpses.

  Olivia slowly lifted her head. She saw Ashara weakly pushing herself upright. She looked back at the door and saw the beast that had unleashed such devastation finally entering the chamber.

  He was a huge, red-skinned brute, twice as tall and twice as wide as any man the princess had seen before. The slab of his body bulged with muscles. He wore bands of brass on his forearms and a furry loincloth around his waist. His legs, from beneath his knee, were those of a stout bull, which matched the sharp horns curving forward from his snarling head. His face was that of a man screaming in hatred with all his force, brow furrowed and black eyes staring at Olivia with an unquenchable rage. Behind him curled a segmented tail like that of a scorpion. Brown venom dripped from its cruel stinger.

  "Castigoroth," gasped Ashara, finally managing to push herself to her feet.

  "Outcast bitch," snarled the huge demon, stalking into the room. "You thought you could take what was mine?"

  Ashara wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of her lips. She smiled.

  "You're too late, Castigoroth," said the demoness, slipping one hand around her demonic cock. "I've already claimed her as my own."