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

by Amanda Clover

  "I cannot stay here with you forever," said Aluna.

  "You can stay as long as you like." Juniper stroked Aluna's dark hair.

  Aluna dragged her fingertips up the dryad's leg, over her round hip and up to her side. Juniper caught the princess's hand and brought it to her lips to kiss it.

  "I may like to stay a while," confessed Aluna. "Tell me...you said you can never have a child. And that is your purpose."

  "That's right," said Juniper, sadness wrinkling her brow.

  Aluna reclaimed her hands from Juniper's kiss and trailed her tickling fingers back down the dryad's pert breasts. She paused to tease the nipples with her fingertips and then moved lower. The flaccid hose of Juniper's cock was flat against her firm tummy, a trail of her cum dripping down onto the moss. Aluna stroked the underside of Juniper's cock as is she was caressing a pet kitten.

  "What if this," Aluna teased the tip, "could give me a child."

  Juniper shivered at the princess's touch. She struggled to make words.

  "A dr-dryad has never...I mean...a woman has never carried the child of a dryad. We are all female."

  "But you're not," said Aluna, slipping her fingers around Juniper's shaft and beginning to stroke the dryad's cock. "What if I could carry a child for you?"

  The dryad moaned and arched her back as her cock began to stir.

  "Not possible," she whispered.

  Aluna tightened her grip on the dryad's fat shaft. She leaned her lips down to the dryad's lips and gazed into her black eyes. The princess's hand shuttled up and down the dryad's swelling cock.

  "Let's give it a try," said Aluna.

  Juniper let out a yelp as the elf princess rolled the dryad onto her back and straddled Juniper's thighs. Aluna leaned forward, her milky tits almost dropping against Juniper's breasts as the princess hungrily kissed the dryad. Their mouths opened wide and their hot tongues resumed their slithering dance.

  Aluna's juicy peach groove found the bulging underside of Juniper's cock and the princess pressed her dripping furrow against it. They shared a hot gasp as Aluna slick slit began to ride on the underside of Juniper's shaft. The bulging cock swelled to its full hardness as the princess rode her velvet along its length, further greasing it with her plentiful juices and driving both women deeper into the arms of their mutual lust.

  "I have to feel it inside me," gasped Aluna. "Please."

  "Yessss," hissed Juniper.

  The dryad filled her hands with the warm softness of Aluna's lovely bottom, her fingers tracing the hot crescent of her crack and spreading her cheeks open. The princess lifted her hips and reached down, seizing Juniper's dripping cock and raising it up to play the tip against her delicate pink folds. Aluna rocked against it and split her aching entrance on the fat wedge of Juniper's cockhead. She lowered herself onto the dryad's huge root. Aluna's little pussy stretched to handle the girth of it and the princess winced as she lowered her body and impaled her eager pussy on Juniper's fat cock.

  "Soooo big!" cried Aluna.

  "So tight," moaned Juniper.

  Their bodies began to move in unison. Aluna rose and fell atop Juniper and Juniper thrust her hips to drive her swollen cock deep into the wanton elf princess. Aluna loved the feel of the elf's hands on her ass. She rocked her hips and rode Juniper's cock, squeezing tight around every bulge and vein, massaged deep inside her channel by the dryad's throbbing prod.

  Aluna's tits bounced up and down, faster and faster as their mutual pleasure grew. The quite glade was filled with the steady slap of flesh, the soft panting of the two lovers and the slurp of a tight, wet quim stretched to its limits by a throbbing fat cock.

  "I can't take much more of you," cried Juniper.

  "Fill me! Plant your seed inside me!"

  Aluna fell heavily forward, smothering Juniper's breasts with her huge tits and catching the dryad in a deep, wet tongue kiss. The position allowed the dryad to set the pace and Juniper took advantage, raising her knees and lifting her ass as she pounded her huge cock savagely into the elf's tender pussy.

  Their flesh slapped loudly together. Quivering waves jiggled up from Aluna's round ass and shook her bouncing breasts. The sudden savagery of the dryad's thrusting drove the elf princess to the brink. Her mouth hung open in a wordless moan of pleasure. Her body shook as her orgasm tightened inside her stuffed channel.

  "NNnnnnnnnn yessss!" wailed Juniper.

  Her wood-hued fingertips dimpled the soft curves of Aluna's ass. The rutting dryad practically dismounted the princess with the force of her oaken thrusts. Aluna felt the hot length of Juniper's cock flex between her stretched velvet. She felt the heat of the cum exploding in her depths and gushing in a thick stream against the tender cove of her womb.

  "Aaaaaahhhh cum for me!" gasped Aluna.

  A spasm of pleasure gripped her tender tunnel and she began to squeeze Juniper's spewing root with each orgasmic contraction. The waves rippled through the princess's luscious body and she pressed back with all the leverage she could find, impaling her quim on Juniper and milking the dryad's hot nut cream. Juices slurped around their lewd union and dripped down the dryad's cock to paint Juniper's bollocks and Aluna's inner thighs.

  At last, their mutual pleasure receded, and the two lovers slumped together, sweat-drenched and flushed from their exertion. They laughed and kissed. Juniper's cock remained deep inside Aluna until it softened and slipped free. More cum welled out of Aluna's freshly fucked pussy.

  "Do you think that did the track?" panted Juniper.

  "We won't know for days, I suppose," said Aluna.

  "Whatever will we do until then?"

  They began to kiss and each imagined what they might do to occupy their time. Later, in the moonlit glade, they made love again in the dark water of the dryad's pool. Aluna wrapped her thighs around Juniper's hips and the dryad pushed her against the banks, rutting into her and kissing Aluna's breasts until both women climaxed. Fresh spurts of the dryad's seed bathed Aluna's tender womb.

  They curled together by a fire built from fallen branches and in the dying embers made love again, though this time Juniper pulled her cock free and spurted her milky ropes across Aluna's bountiful chest. When she had finished, the dryad leaned down and lapped some up with her tongue, teasing around Aluna's fat nipple before leaning up to share the salty-sweet taste in their kiss.

  It continued in this way for many days. They fucked beneath the stars, in the golden rays of day, leaned against trees, and in positions that would never result in a pregnancy. Aluna begged for the dryad to claim her ass and she wailed Juniper's name when the dryad's seed pumped into her clutching bowels. They lay atop one another and used tongues and sucking mouths to bring pleasure. They curled by the fire and shared pleasure with their hands.

  It was as exploratory and revelatory as it was aimed at the goal of sowing Juniper's seed within the elf princess. It was a dream that neither woman wanted to awaken from.

  Epilogue

  Geruk stood guard on the battlements of Fort Kargen and watched the elf woman emerge from the Darkwood. He grimaced and spit over the ramparts. Another elf was the last thing that Fort Kargen needed. At least, he reckoned, this one was a female. Her quim might ease some worries at the whorehouse.

  "Who goes there?" he called down.

  The woman stopped before he gate and drew back her hood. Her knife ears betrayed her heritage, but her hair was dark and woven with a crown of flowers. She was the comeliest elf Geruk had ever seen.

  "I am Aluna Dalish," said the woman, her voice clear and strong. "I am bramblemaiden of the Dalish tribe."

  Geruk did not care what tribe she was from or what her elf title was. He noticed the surprising swell of her breasts and he wanted to have a look at those. Then he noticed the bundle in her arms. It squirmed.

  "What have you got there?"

  "My child," said Aluna.

  Geruk frowned. Not many children so small among the elves that had made it to Fort Kargen. The bawdy frontier outpost
seemed no place for a baby. As hard a man as Geruk was, he couldn't turn away a woman with child escaping from the Darkwood. He climbed down from the ramparts and opened the gate.

  "Thank you," said Aluna, stepping through the gate.

  "There are ways that can be done," said the human.

  "What?"

  "I said," Geruk grabbed the woman's rough-hewn cloak, "there are ways you can thank me proper."

  He tugged at the cloak, pulling it away from her shoulders. The dress she wore beneath seemed woven from reeds. Her pale breasts were barely held in place by the tight strips of green. His cock stiffened at the sight. He reached out a hand to tear open her dress.

  The baby began to cry. An old elf man hobbled out of the sleepy camp within the fort and approached them. Geruk sighed and released Aluna's cloak. He did not want to have to deal with complaints from the old elf for mistreating another refugee.

  "Jarrel?" asked Aluna. Tears glistened in her eyes.

  "Aluna!" he exclaimed. "After all this time, we thought you dead! What have you there?"

  "My child, elder."

  She held the stirring infant out to the old elf. He took the bundle in his arms and peeled back the blanket to reveal a handsome elf child with unusual brown color and strange pattern to his skin. Jarrel furrowed his brow. The child opened his eyes. They were black upon black.

  "The...prophecy..."

  "What's that?" demanded Geruk. "What's he on about?"

  "She has born a male child of the forest. A male dryad." Jarrel looked in wonder from the tot to Aluna. He finally seemed to notice the crown of flowers she wore on her head. "Even the crown! You are the savior of the Dalish. You will lead us to our new hunting grounds!"

  Geruk wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. The baby looked as strange as any other elf child. He shrugged and went back to his post as the elf refugee camp began to awaken behind him.

  It was only as the celebration reached the smoky, pillow-filled tents of the sin quarter that word reached the elf whores. They were mostly busy servicing the human guards. Sam lifted her mouth from the lap of the man she was pleasuring. He was smiling down at her as if she were an angel for having just swallowed his cum.

  She heard a strange shout from the village beyond.

  "Two silvers on the table beside the bed," she said, standing up and walking over to the tent flap. Her body was rounded, her breasts grown by motherhood. Her little half-orc sons and daughters now stayed with the midwives while Sam earned her keep. She stuck her head out from the tent as the call sounded again.

  "The bramblemaiden has returned! Aluna Dalish lives!"

  Sam's heart leaped in her chest. She pulled on her cloak and ran to greet the woman she had given up so much to save. Tears spilled down her cheeks at the realization that the last hard year of her life, from escaping the orcs to birthing a litter of five half-orcs, had not been in vain.

  The princess had returned. The Dalish were saved.

  Book 12 - Hungry Dragons

  The night before the annual offering, the peasants revolted. Melinda Harowalk watched the mayhem from the window of the castle tower, clutching her younger sister, Eleanora, against her chest. They had torches and bludgeons. Father's guards had deserted their posts and the peasants were ransacking the castle. She heard the shouting and mother's screams.

  "What are they so angry about?" cried Eleanora.

  "The offering," said Melinda. "They are tired of giving up their daughters."

  The offering was a simple, if unsettling ritual. One the peasants of Nemarand had carried out for many decades to start the week of festivals called Dragon's Morrow. A single girl, pure of heart and body, was chosen by the priest to be offered to the red scaled dragon known as Myxus. She was given wine and tied down to await her fate atop the platform of offering.

  Every year, a girl was plucked from the platform and taken screaming into the sky by Myxus. She was never seen again. The offering was made so that the beast did not set fire to the farmer's crops or devour the shepherd's flock. If an enemy approached the valley of Nemarand, Myxus would be there to drive them away. It was an understanding between frightened villagers and a mighty dragon that had lasted for more than 50 years.

  But the peasants had enough. Their numbers were dwindling and they were furious at the drunken priest and the way neither Melinda's name nor Eleanora's name was ever drawn. Surely, they muttered, chance had to claim one of the two royal girls.

  Footsteps pounded up the stairs and the door burst open under the weight of angry villagers. Melinda saw a confusion of fists and grimy faces, snarling with anger, hands reaching for her and her sister. She recognized some of the men. The tanner, the butcher's son, and even one of the guards now turned against the king and his daughters.

  "Please! Stop this madness!" Melinda cried out and tried to shield Eleanora.

  Melinda was willowy, fair-skinned, dark-haired and dark-eyed, traits she shared with her mother and owing, in some small part, to the traces of Rama blood in the beautiful queen. Melinda was grown to womanhood, but retained much of her youthful slenderness, as if her body had not yet fully ripened. Only her height betrayed that she was not still on the cusp. She wore a dark, modest dress that concealed what curves her body offered.

  Eleanora, on the other hand, was buxom and comely, with braided blond hair that took after the king's great golden mane. She was just barely grown to a woman, but had acted one for some time and always had suitors.

  Isaac, the cobbler, shoved Melinda aside. The princess cried out as Gren, the stout brewer, wrapped his big arms around Eleanora and dragged her towards the door. She screamed as Gren tore her ruffled bodice open and exposed her heaving breasts. He laughed and fondled her soft mounds. His fat fingers plucked at her pink nipples as she squealed in terror.

  "Let her go!" wailed Melinda.

  "You'll get your turn with the dragon!" snarled Jemeth, one of the woodsmen from the timber camp. He tore Eleanora from Gren's grasp and shoved her onto the bed. "Now we have our fun with your whore sister."

  A deranged cheer went up from the men crowding into the room. Melinda was pressed against the wall by the sheer number of angry men that filled the bedroom. There was no way she could reach her poor sister. She could only glimpse her, on the bed, as Jemeth fell atop her, tearing at her skirt and thrusting the angry red length of his cock into Eleanor's blond-furred cunt.

  "No! Please!" cried Melinda, trying to push through to Eleanora.

  Hands tore at Melinda's bodice and she had to cover her breasts to them from exposing her small, pale mounds. Hands grabbed at her thighs. Hands pressed between her legs and lifted her skirt. Leering, red-faced men smacked their lips and taunted her with lewd jeers.

  "Dragon is going to eat that arse up!"

  "Old Myxus has a cock big as a battering ram. He'll put that in your little royal quim!"

  While Melinda endured the fondling and the jeering, her sister was stuffed from both ends. Eleanora's cries of despair were muffled by the cock of another woodsman stretching her full lips and bulging her throat. Other men crowded around her, their pricks out and wanking over her heaving tits. Tears streamed down her face, but there was nothing either princess could do to stop what was happening.

  "Daddy," cried Melinda.

  "No Daddy here!" laughed a warty man with a red, sweaty face. He smothered Melinda's cries with a boozy kiss and stuffed his rancid tongue into her mouth.

  The room filled with the rhythmic grunts of pleasure and the soft cries of Eleanora. More than a dozen stinking, sweat-damp men crowded around her. They pawed at her jiggling breasts and smacked their cocks against her. Jemeth groaned loudly, pounding his cock into the fair haired princess as he unloaded his seed into her fertile cunt. His cock slipped out, trailing a white strand of semen. Almost immediately another man fell atop her and stuffed his cock into Eleanora's creamy pussy.

  Although the men had burst into the bedroom intent on taking their pleasure from the buxom Eleanora, th
e pretty, innocent Melinda presented an equally enticing target. Most were so drunk they no longer cared about preserving her chastity for the offering. Only the priest's son, Trammel, spared Melinda from the same fate. He clubbed several men on the shoulders with a staff and stepped between them and the princess.

  "Begone, priestling, or we'll do more than just beat your ol' corrupt pa!"

  Trammel was undaunted. He held up his staff and pushed several men back from Melinda.

  "You fools, if you rape her, then what will the dragon take tomorrow? One of your daughters!"

  One man sneered, "I don't have a daughter, but I have a cock that needs sucked!"

  "Then put it to her sister," snarled Trammel, "and be back with it."

  The men trying to get at Melinda jeered once more, but this time they turned away and joined the horrible queue to have a go at her sister on the bed. Melinda glimpsed Eleanora again as the crowd around her shifted to make room for the next man. Big, round-bodied Gren shuffled between her legs, his trousers and belt around his ankles and his little red prick sticking out like a thumb.

  Melinda gasped at what she saw of her sister. She saw the swollen redness of Eleanora's mound, the great quantity of seed already leaking from her pussy, and the way her younger sister was working her hands on the shafts of two cocks while another thrust in and out of the plump oval of her lips. Eleanora was enjoying it. Judging by the number of men crowded into the bedroom, she would still be enjoying it when Myxus came to claim his offering.

  "Come on now," said Trammel to Melinda. "No need for you to watch this."

  She lingered a moment longer and watched the castle's pastry cook slip his cock from between Eleanora's lips. Her face was flushed and she stuck out her tongue and held her mouth open as he wanked himself. Streams of his white cum lashed her tongue and spilled into her throat.