Princess to Pleasure Slave Collection: The Forbidden Book of Monstrous Pleasures
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"No," said Monika.
Synda was already moving towards the zombies. The monster huntress's hair pulled in Monika's grasp and the princess had no choice but to follow after her. Synda fired bolts from her crossbow into the nearest three. By the time the third zombie, a drowned sailor with bloated face, fell to the ground, the others had spotted them.
The remaining zombies lurched towards them. Synda waded in, bashing one in the soft skull with the stock of her crossbow and driving her sword into the brain of another. Stinking brains and black blood splattered Monika's breasts and thigh. Synda whirled and Monika had to spin with her.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee!" screamed Monika
An almost skeletal zombie grabbed her arms and leaned towards her face with its purple tongue curling towards her mouth. Synda stabbed it in the skull over her shoulder and the zombie collapsed into Monika's arms. She pushed away the slimy flesh and kicked the emaciated zombie.
Synda's hair yanked the princess again and she had to spin almost into the grasp of the black-eyed harbor master. He was a huge man, now a groaning zombie, and he grabbed Synda by her wrist and lifted her off the ground. The long braid slipped from Monika's fingers and the princess dropped onto her bottom on the water-logged wood of the pier.
"Put me down...you overgrown..."
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!" growled the harbormaster.
Monika gasped at the sight of his huge, ropy cock swelling to full attention. Before the brute could put his huge tool to use, Synda kicked him square in the middle of his forehead with the heel of a boot. There was an awful crunch. The white-eyed zombie got a look of confusion on his face and black blood trickled out from the hole in the center of his forehead. He dropped Synda onto Monika as he collapsed to the pier.
"Hi, princess," said Synda, momentarily straddling the voluptuous young woman. "We'd better keep moving."
Synda bounced to her feet and helped the jiggling, gore-smeared princess to her feet. Dozens more zombies were swarming onto the docks behind them. Synda took Monika by her hand and the two women ran as fast as they could for a small warehouse with a ladder up to a second floor window. Synda slashed a sword and decapitated two more zombies that staggered into their paths. They reached the ladder and the monster huntress practically tossed the princess up the first few rungs.
"A healthy bottom, my lady," said Synda, admiring Monika's plump hindquarters as she climbed up the ladder. "Glad I could save it."
The monster huntress gave Monika's soft cheeks a final push and the princess tumbled off the top of the ladder and into a dusty loft space. It was not so dark and dank as she had expected. Lanterns glowed in several places, illuminating racks of weapons, costumes, shelves stuffed with books and scrolls, and a map of the surrounding countryside.
Synda vaulted into the loft and pulled the ladder up behind her. She closed the shutters, though it did little to quiet the moaning of the mob of zombies outside the warehouse. They began to beat and claw against the carriage door on the ground level.
"They can't get in here, princess," said Synda. "Now, on your feet. Let me see that you weren't bitten."
"I wasn't!" said the princess, trying to pull away.
"Now, now." Synda twisted Monika's arm behind her back and pulled the princess closer. "I need to be very careful. If you were bitten...I will have to remedy you."
Monika gasped as the salty monster huntress began a thorough inspection of her voluptuous body. Synda's rough hands reminded her of the zombies that had pulled at her flesh.
"There is a remedy? A cure?"
"Not for a bite."
Synda finished her visual inspection, but continued exploring Monika's body with her hands. She crouched beside the princess. Her hands traveled between Monika's thighs. The princess let out a moan as she felt Synda's finger push into her fresh-fucked quim.
"Hey!" shouted Monika.
"What's this?" said the monster huntress. "A last lover before the nightmare?"
Synda withdrew two slime-covered fingers from Monika. She lifted the fingers to her nose, sniffed, and licked them with the tip of her tongue.
"Dead seed," said Synda. "How long ago?"
"Not long," said Monika. "Just before I escaped the castle. Does that...will it turn me into..."
Synda stood up used her thumb to pull down the princess's lower eyelids. She looked into her eyes.
"No black vessels yet. You're flushed. Do you feel feverish? Sexually aroused?"
Monika wanted to deny the feelings, but she could not. Her body, though nude, was increasingly warm and she felt a growing ache between her thighs. It reached into her belly and she found herself contemplating how she might get another cock inside her.
"Yes," she finally admitted. "I want...copulation."
"Copulation, eh?" Synda chuckled. "Look princess, I can help you, but I am going to need your cooperation. Your body is going to overheat and you are going to become crazed with lust. You'll fight me to get out of here. You'll die trying. And when you get outside, you'll let those things use your body until they turn you into one of them."
"Anything," said Monika. "I will do whatever you want."
"Good. There is a large copper tub in the other room. Get inside it and lie down. I will join you in a moment."
Monika limped into the room indicated by Synda. Her fever of lust worsened by the moment until her whole body trembled and sweat trickled between her breasts. Her golden curls were clotted with gore and red-black sludge dripped from her thighs. Worse was the feeling of the baker's seed still stuffing her womb. Would it become some evil brood or would it turn her into the lust-made zombie bait Synda had described?
The princess found the huge copper tub, many times larger than her own royal bath in the castle. She slipped into the cool copper and shivered against it. In the other room, there was a terrible clanking of machinery followed by rattling and gusts of steam. Monika pulled her knees against her breasts and prayed to the gods.
She might have slept, she could not be sure in her increasingly delirious state, but she became aware of Synda entering the room. The monster huntress's naked body was tawny perfection. She had loosened her hair from its tight braid and it spilled white down her tanned shoulders. Her breasts were pert, her body exceedingly muscular without sacrificing her femininity and each of her movements as graceful as a dancer. A hint of mischief curled the small bow of her mouth. Her silver eyes glittered as she came towards the tub.
She pulled a wagon behind her that was heaped with steaming white. Synda reached both hands into the pile and brought out...
"Is that snow?" moaned Monika.
"Close enough," said Synda. "It is ground ice. As much as my machine could make on such short notice. Now lie still and will cover you."
"With snow?"
"You are stricken with a fever. I don't have much time, princess."
"I want you," moaned Monika.
She squirmed against the rim of the tub and clutched her breasts with both hands.
"It is the fever," said Synda. "I will soothe you."
The princess writhed in the tub as the huntress scooped shovelfuls of ground ice onto Monika's shuddering body. The princess and the ice began to steam as the collided. Melt water trickled over her body and washed away some of the filth. Monika gasped. She stuffed three fingers into her mouth and sucked them hungrily before stuffing them into her aching cunt. Her juices overflowed and she fucked against her fingers, thrashing and moaning as Synda covered the princess in ice.
"Enough!" Monika cried. "I must have you!"
"As you wish, princess," said Synda.
The lithe huntress slipped into the tub with a crunch of ice. She embraced the princess. Poor, lust-crazed Monika found her match in the muscular huntress. Synda kissed Monika, their mouths opening to each other and their tongues intertwined in a slippery dance.
Monika continued to fuck herself with three fingers as Synda's kiss moved lower. The huntress caught the princess around the back and dropped her
"Ohhhhh, it's so good," moaned Monika. "Your mouth is so hot. Your tongue so nimble."
"Wait until you feel my tongue in your pretty little quim, princess," said Monika.
"Oh, how dare you speak to me so!" laughed Monika. "
"Quiet!" snapped Synda. "Roll over and show me that fat princess arse. I'll lay my hands on it and turn your pale cheeks red."
"Don't be cruel," said Monika, but she was already turning over and presenting the dripping mounds of her bottom to the huntress.
"I have saved you once. I suppose it would be a waste not to save you again."
Synda ran her hands over the smooth, plump paleness of Monika's ass. The gold thatched mound of the princess's pussy was blushing crimson and squeezed full of Monika's fingers. Synda gave the princess a hard swat on one cheek. Monika's head snapped up. Her mouth fell open with a gasp of pain. Her fingers did not stop thrusting into her pussy.
"You loved the way that cock felt, didn't you princess?" Synda delivered another stinging swat and Monika cried out.
"Yes! It was so big...throbbing inside me. I need more!"
Synda gave her another swat and this time let her hand linger on Monika's bottom. The huntress brought her other hand down and spread apart Monika's plump cheeks. The pink wrinkle of her arsehole clenched with the princess's anticipation.
"Mmmmm, a lovely bottom," said the huntress. She drizzled snow into Monika's overheated crack and watched as the princess's burning body melted it into a trickle that washed her arse and down over her pussy. "Take out your fingers, princess. It's time you leave it to me."
Monika reluctantly obeyed, slipping her fingers out of her soaked, cum-frothed pussy with a lewd slurp. She instantly regretted it. Her lust was like an itch that grew worse each time it was scratched and her pussy, now deprived, itched worse than before. She squirmed her hips, her ass waving before Synda's face, the ice remaining in the tub nearly melted beneath Monika's overheated body.
It took Synda's tongue to quench Monika's urges. The huntress applied it deftly, licking her way up Monika's thigh until she found the ripe peach of her downy pussy. The huntress teased Monika's delicate velvet lips. She lapped at the softness of her mound and played her fingertips gently against Monika's arsehole.
"Ohhhhh, please, more," gasped Monika.
The huntress said something, but it was lost as she buried her nose in Monika's crack and stuffed her tongue into the gooey trench of the princess's pussy. The driving snake of the huntress's tongue flexed wildly inside the princess.
That tongue seemed to stretch to impossible depths and seek out the hidden reservoirs of zombie spunk. If the huntress minded the flavor of undead fuckslime, she did not complain. She licked and probed and slurped and swallowed every drop she found.
"Yesssss!" cried Monika, her body tightening around the huntress's tongue. "Yes, please! Make me cum!"
Synda's tongue curled ever deeper, thrusting against Monika's cervix and squirming like a hot snake into her flooded womb. The muscular length of it flexed and stroked within the princess's cunt. It found places Monika did not even knew existed inside herself; alcoves and nooks of pleasure that Synda's tongue bathed and thoroughly caressed. Monika was on the brink of her climax, holding tight against the rim of the tub, when the huntress slid her unnaturally long tongue out of the princess's trembling tunnel.
"No," moaned Monika.
"Shhhhhhh. I'm not done with you yet, princess. Have you ever had a tongue up your arse?"
"My bottom? No! That's..." The thought shocked the princess, even though Synda continued to play her fingertips against Monika's tender ring. "Yes. Do it. Make me cum, please!"
"Mmmmmm, gladly, my lady," chuckled Synda.
The huntress seemed to relish smacking kisses against the soft curves of Monika's jiggling ass. Her lips moved closer and closer to the princess's crack. Synda spread Monika's cheeks apart and planted a soft kiss against the tender clench of Monika's asshole. The princess clenched her pink pucker. She was caught between lust and shame. Her naughtiest and most forbidden place so totally exposed that the huntress - a woman, no less! - was planting kisses on it.
She felt Synda's tongue swirling and pressing against her arsehole and she resisted. She tightened and squeezed back against the lapping tip of Synda's tongue. She gasped at the hot pleasure of it. Synda moaned in reply and thrust her tongue, spearing past the resistance and invading the princess's hot, virgin asshole. As Synda drove her tongue deep into Monika's arse, the huntress applied her fingers to the throbbing bud of Monika's clit and began to gently squeeze and stroke.
"Oohhhh gods, it's so deep! Don't...don't stop...I'm..."
Synda's tongue plunged deeper. It curled into the twisting depths of Monika's arse and massaged the stretched rim of her pucker. Synda's deft fingers worked faster and faster. She ground her fingertips against Monika's clit.
"Cumming!" cried the princess.
Bolts of pleasure shot from her clit and stretched arsehole to the backs of her eyes. Her head lifted, her mouth opened, and she let out a long, wordless scream of pleasure. She fucked her bottom against the huntress's face, her arse clenching rhythmically with her prolonged orgasmic spasms.
It was like no pleasure she had ever felt against a hairbrush or fingers or even that zombies awful cock. Her whole body shook with each contraction and as the pleasure receded she slipped forward and steamed in the last of the ice at the bottom of the tub, her tongue-fucked arse raised obscenely.
"My beautiful princess," said Synda. "You are cured."
Monika weakly turned in the tub and pulled the lithe huntress against her soft curves. They embraced and kissed and shared the taste of their passion. Monika was exhausted in the aftermath of the lust fever, but her hands still slipped between Synda's thighs and sought the bare velvet of the huntress's quim. She felt the large bud of the huntress's clit.
"I would repay you," gasped Monika.
"Later, there will be time. You must rest."
Though Monika was the heavier woman, Synda carried her with seemingly little effort to the down-stuffed bed surrounded by bookcases. She kissed the princess on the lips and on the forehead and tucked her in for a sleep.
"In the morning," promised Synda.
The morning brought a gray dawn, the continuing moan of the zombies outside, hot tea that tasted of honey and long, slow kisses from the huntress. She seemed reluctant to allow the princess to repay her. Though the madness of Monika's lust had faded, her attraction to the huntress, natural and real, had grown.
"Please," said Monika, between delicate kisses. "I have never pleasured a woman, but I want to try."
"Very well," said Synda. "You will find that I am more than just a woman."
"What do you mean?"
Synda answered by standing from the bed and opening her robe. Her body was lithe and feminine as Monika had remembered in her torrid dreams. Synda spread her feet apart as she stood and teased her hairless mound. Her clit was a swollen cap. The huntress caressed it with her fingers. It was...
"My gods," murmured Monika.
She watched as Synda stroked the fat cap and it stretched, inch upon inch, revealing not the bud of a woman but the full, though modest, hardness of a man. It stretched at least four inches, curving slightly upward atop the feminine folds of her quim.
"You are a man?"
"No," said Synda. "I am Hellsinger. It is the mark of all in my family. One half will dominate our body, as I am a woman first, but I do not deny that I am also a man. I cannot hide this from a lover."
"I...have never heard of such a thing," admitted Monika. "May I touch it?"
Synda came closer and lifted her cock with two fingers below its straining shaft.
"Please, touch it all you like, princess."
Monika ran her fingers over the velvet bell of its tip. It was shaped exactly as a man's member and though shorter in length than perhaps most men, it was still quite thick. The princess fondled it very gently before wrapping her hand around it. Synda let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Does it feel good for you?"
"Yes," said Synda. "Better if you stroke it."
Monika sat on the edge of the bed, forgetting her own naked state as she began to gently work her grasp up and down the length. She tugged the slightly loose skin of the shaft over the bulging ridge of Synda's cockhead. The huntress stood almost perfectly still, but her pert breasts began to heave and faint sounds of pleasure accompanied her heavy breathing.
"My father had a book," said the princess as she continued to stroke. "Rather naughty. He kept it on a high shelf in his private library and did not think I could reach it. The text was all in the delicate script of Shaddobar, I could read none of it, but the book contained pictures."
"Naughty, you say?" asked Synda, her defined abdominal muscles tightening and her breath coming more heavily.
"Yes." Monika peered up into Synda's silver eyes, now heavily-lidded with pleasure. "There was a woman like you in the book. I cannot be certain of who she was, but by the pictures I would guess she was in the harem of a king. Her particular physical aspect was...put to use by both the king and his wife."
"Oh...how did...mmm...the king's wife put these...ooh, that's nice, princess. With your thumb. How did the wife put them to use?"
"Let me show you."
Monika's opened her mouth and tasted the huntress's cock. It slipped easily between her lips and the bitter, salty liquid that beaded at the tip slicked her tongue. She tightened her lips around Synda's cock and began to suck. She explored the shape of it with her tongue as her spit soaked down the shaft and spilled onto Synda's glistening flower.
"Oh, princess, no one has ever...ever tasted my cock like that. It feels...oooohhh!"
Whatever Synda was about to say was forgotten as the princess bobbed her lips to the root of Synda's cock. She swallowed against the swollen tip, fitting the whole length into her mouth and massaging that sensitive cap with her throat muscles.
Spit dripped from her chin and onto her breasts. The more she sucked, the more her own arousal grew, recalling the depths of fever that had gripped her the night before. This time, she embraced her urges, touching herself with one hand while she slid the fingers of her other into Synda's hot, tight quim.
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