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

by Amanda Clover

  “You like my hand?” She asked as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke.

  “Very nice. Owada touch is very warm.”

  His pink cock spilled such a quantity of precum from its tapered tip that it began to drip from Jianna’s fingers and puddle on the stone. She gathered what she could to lubricate his hardness. The sound of her stroking hand became wet and very lewd. For the most part, Roorbek remained still, allowing her to explore and work her hand at her own pace. She liked to watch his strange face change with the pleasure she gave him.

  It was more than curiosity that bent her face down between Roorbek’s froggy thighs. More than just the warmth of the milk suffusing her body. This was true lust. She had read of a woman using her mouth to pleasure a man. She wanted to give pleasure to this wug. Her dangling breasts fell upon the warm rock and her ass raised behind her as she leaned her upper body down and engulfed Roorbek’s slippery amphibian cock in her hot, human mouth.

  The taste was at once delicious and strange, sweet, syrupy, but salty too and sour at the edges of her tongue. His flesh was warmed only by her stroking and yet she could feel the steady throb of his pulse against her lips.

  “Owada! You mate… with mouth!” cried Roorbek. “So warm! So… rrrrrRRRRBBBBKKKK!”

  The loud croaking sound the wug made was accompanied by a sudden spasm of his thighs. He thrust between her lips, deep enough to nearly gag her. She tried to pull her mouth away and found the wug’s hands suddenly pushed her head down. He thrusts a second time, his slippery cock gliding over her tongue and pushing to the back of her throat.

  “Mmmmmmm!” she cried in protest.

  The wug’s cock jerked against her tongue and her mouth was flooded with a pump of thick, salty liquid that covered her tongue and gushed against the back of her throat. The wug’s cock twitched again and another squirt of the liquid fired into her mouth. It seemed to be so much more than the amount the king had spurted over her hand. This, at least, tasted better. Sweeter and not so pungent.

  She swallowed and was relieved it slid down her throat relatively easily as more continued to gush into her mouth. She gulped down all of it and felt another surge in her arousal. She ran her tongue around the shaft and bulge at the base of Roorbek’s cock. This produced another loud croak and another twitch in his member. Droplets of his seed spilled over her tongue.

  At last, Roorbek relaxed his hold on her head and Jianna was able to slip his cock out of her mouth with a wet slurp. The pinkness had swelled to purple, but the length was already shrinking and the phallus was retreating back into his genital slit. She gave him a teasing lick and sat up again on her knees. Her body, particularly her breasts which had been against the warm rock, glistened with sweat.

  “Owada, this pleasure you give,” said the wug. “I give to you.”

  “To me? What are you…”

  His hands were strong as he guided her onto her back on the warm rock. Her hair spilled over the edge in a golden cascade and she found herself looking up at him as he leaned over her body. He brought his wide face down to her breasts. His fingers caressed one soft mound, teasing gently over the nipple, as his mouth opened and a wide, pink tongue began to lick at the areola and nipple of her other breast. The sensation was strange and pleasant. His tongue was cool and very strong. Roorbek’s tongue lifted and moved her breast with every lick as if he might carry her mound away like a dollop of cream.

  “Ohhh, that is good,” gasped Jianna. “I’ve never felt the like.”

  His mouth opened wider and he fit his rubbery lips over most of her breast and sucked. His tongue rolled against her nipple as he did and she let out another cry, surprised by the urgency her body felt. She reached a hand between her thighs and found her thatch was dewy with her juices and her pussy was hot and slick. Her fingers found the bud of her clit and she began to rub at her aching bud as Roorbek moved his oral attentions to her other breast.

  Her pleasure grew beneath her fingers as the frog man licked and sucked at her aching body. His tongue began a journey lower. His golden eyes fixed on her as he licked his way down her flat belly and parted her thighs. He pushed her legs up, exposing her completely, and his hand drove away her stroking fingers.

  “My mouth,” said Roorbek, “repay your mouth.”

  It was a sort of heaven the young princess had never imagined. The strange creature held her knees up and her feet in the air as he exposed her slippery quim and the roundness of her bottom. His tongue pressed against her delicate folds and just inside her virgin furrow. He tasted her and began to lick at her clit, her folds, and down to her clenched anus. His tongue was so much larger than a man’s that he seemed to find every spot at once. His spit dripped from her thighs and onto the rock. His tongue was slippery and lapped with all the growing urgency she felt in her body.

  “Ohhhh gods, Roorbek,” she cried. She caught her legs beneath her knees and pulled them up for him, freeing his hands to join the pleasuring. His tongue was enough, his fingers drove her mad. One slipped easily into her anus. Another circled her clit between swipes of his tongue. She could not stand it. Her body tensed and she let out a deep cry that hissed through her clenched teeth.

  She learned in the next moment that an orgasm was a matter of degrees. She had felt the surging pleasure before, exploring herself in the bath or rubbing against a cushion in her bed. She had thought she understood the peaks of such ecstasy. What burst through her body at the mercy of the wug’s tongue and fingers was the firing of a cannon compared to such campfire pops of burning embers. She arched and heaved atop the rock, her shoulders nearly tipping over the edge. She thrusts herself against Roorbek’s tongue and was tossed by the wave’s of pleasure rippling through her, clenching around the finger in her ass, and boiling from the cauldron of her pussy.

  Roorbek, for his part, held her against his face so she did not slip from the rock. He battered her with his tongue and pumped his finger in and out of the princess’s virgin ass. He slurped and licked and drank the human nectar that spilled from her clutching channel.

  After, drenched in sweat and still trembling, the princess laughed as the wug crawled atop her in an intimate embrace. She pulled him tight against her bosom and kissed the strange smile on his amphibian face. His mouth opened, their tongues met in unequal combat, and she tasted a hint of herself on his lips.

  “Roorbek,” she whispered. “I have never felt such a thing.”

  “Never mouth for mate,” he said and touched her lips with a finger. “Good, Owada. Good Jianna.”

  She caressed his shoulder and said, “You still have not told me what I am expected to do as Owada.”

  “The Golden Mother,” said the wug. “You lead tribe to new time. You make wug tribe great.”

  “How do I do that?”

  His hand slid down to her flat belly.

  “You give us new babies.”

  This she understood. This penetrated the warm blanket of pleasure in the afterglow of her orgasm. She was expected to give birth to a wug? She had suspected she would sacrifice her virginity, but how could such a thing even be possible?

  Roorbek did not seem to sense Jianna’s fear. He sat up and stroked the hair from her flushed face.

  “You must have strength. I get you food. Drink more milk.”

  He hopped down from the rock and fetched the milk skin for her. She drank, the sweet, cool liquid and the subsequent warmth in her body helping to calm her fears if not alleviate them completely. She sat up on the rock and watched Roorbek prepare a stew from water, bones, and bundles of herbs and vegetables. He moved quickly and confidently, bouncing around his little house in a way that reminded Jianna of the servants in the kitchen before a feast.

  The memory made her smile, but was tinged with sadness. That was a life she could not go back to. This was her life now, being Owada, trying to do whatever the wugs expected of her. She had to do her best to forget about the past. That was the price for escaping King Bouchard.

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bsp; Roorbek served her his soup in a clay bowl and they ate together atop the rock. The soup had a strong herbal taste that was nothing like the fine food she was used to eating. She forced herself and ate the vegetables and strange parcels of rehydrated meat with gusto. She drank large gulps of the milk until she felt hot all over again. Her breasts heaved and her body seemed to tingle with desire.

  She put her bowl aside and almost drunkenly slurred, “Are you ready to give me a baby, Roorbek?”

  Her hand crept between his legs and rubbed at the slit. His penis began to stiffen and emerge almost immediately.

  “Owada,” croaked Roorbek. “You save womb. Give womb to chief.”

  “Noooo,” whined the princess, her lust rising hotter as the wug’s cock slipped into her hand. “You saved me, Roorbek. You deserve the favor. You give me the baby.”

  Roorbek took her hands forcefully and pushed them away from the slick pinkness of his cock.

  “You rest now. Sleep. You drink too much milk.” He eased her onto her back on the warm rock. “Wug sleep in day. Awake at night.”

  “Y-yes,” she agreed and felt the weariness of her sleepless night and all her travel. The milk was doing it, she told herself. Only the milk could explain her sudden, overpowering desire to be bred by Roorbek. To be filled with his seed and carry his babies. Her hand slid between her thighs and she stroked her fingers over her eager sex, moaning as she fell into a deep sleep wracked with intense, erotic dreams.

  She awakened to voices and a distinct stiffness to her body. She was not sure whether the pain was caused by her encounter with the tentacles in the bog or by her exertions with Roorbek. She sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes. She was startled fully awake by the realization that the Shaman Waabek was standing next to her. The lanky wug with his necklace of bones held a gourd filled with steaming liquid.

  “You awaken,” said the shaman.

  “Y-yes. What is it?” She covered her breasts with her arm and her sex with her hand. This seemed to amuse the shaman.

  “Night comes. Tea of Owada for you to drink.” The shaman handed Jianna the gourd. “Drink all. I watch.”

  The wugs had mentioned this tea when Roorbek had introduced her to the chieftain. Even in the human lands many practiced medicinal or superstitious herbalism. This was something more. Jianna could sense the prickle of magic in this bowl of steaming liquid. She took the bowl in her hands and tried to sense the intention of the magic. It was not black magic, which exuded foulness like smoke that any magic user could detect. It might have been green magic or blue magic, which were focused on life and the mind respectively.

  She smelled it and found it had a pleasant aroma of mint and perhaps maple honey.

  “What does it do?” asked the princess.

  “Drink,” was the only answer offered by Waabek.

  She had no choice in the matter. The shaman would not leave her alone, nor even look away. She had to drink the tea.

  Jianna held the bowl to her lips and tilted it back. A small quantity flowed over her tongue, sweet, but not sweet enough to hide the bitter roots used in the concoction. She drank it quickly. The hot liquid warmed her belly and dripped from her chin onto her breasts. She held the empty bowl out to the shaman.

  “All done,” said Jianna.

  “You wait. Must feel it.”

  “Feel what?” The princess asked. Other than the warmth from the hot liquid and a little tingle in her throat, she felt nothing. The answer came several minutes later. A throbbing pain bloomed on both sides of her pelvis, deep within her body. It was a pain similar to the cramps of her menstruation, but much more intense. She doubled over and moaned in shock. She managed to gasp, “Poison.”

  “No,” said the shaman. “Will pass.”

  The pain took its time with the young princess. It wracked her body and her abdomen for several minutes. At one point it became so intense she feared she might pass out. Sweat covered her body and between agonized spasms she trembled with the chills. She was aware of hands lifting her from the floor and carrying her out into the sounds of the night, but she could only focus on the pain. Wugs dragged her through the village and back to the large mud house of Chief Goorboobek. She could sense the fat wug watching her as she was dropped, doubled over, onto the floor of his house.

  Roorbek was there, and the shaman, but she was mostly aware of the chief and his huge belly and bulging eyes that stared at her. She twisted in pain and rolled onto her back. Through the haze of her pain, Jianna saw something that her mind could not believe. One of the large warrior wugs led a voluptuous human woman into the room. She was dirty and her body was marked with crude tattoos. Her belly was swollen with pregnancy and her enormous breasts and distended nipples rested atop this gravid prominence.

  Jianna moaned and reached out a hand for the woman. The warrior wug jerked a leash around her neck and brought her to stand beside Chief Goorboobek. The fat wug turned to the human and wrapped one big arm around her waist. He pulled her closer and latched his mouth to one of her fat tits. The lewd suck of his mouth produced a soft whimper of pleasure from the human. Her eyes were dull, but her mouth curled into a smile.

  The milk, Jianna realized. He was having it fresh from the source. The sweet milk she had consumed greedily from Roorbek’s wine skin. The wugs were milking humans.

  The realization did not strengthen Jianna’s willpower. It was alright too late for that. The tea had moved on from the agony in her abdomen to a heat that suffused her entire body. It was like the effects of the milk, but a hundred-fold in strength. The tea, Jianna understood, must be what kept this woman dulled and happy and the small amount secreted in her milk must have been what drove the princess wild with desire.

  The full force of the tea was upon her. Without thinking, she thrust her hand between her thighs and began to wantonly pleasure herself. She rose to her knees, gripped one of her breasts and moaned as her fingers worked against her clit. Chief Goorboobek took notice and shoved the human girl away. She was quickly pulled out of the room by the wug warrior, leaving the chief alone with Jianna.

  “Ohhhhhh,” cried Jianna. She could not stop touching herself. Her hand seemed to possess a mind of its own as it slid over her slick furrow and rubbed circles on her aroused clit. She panted and pinched her erect nipple. “What… what is happening to me?”

  Chief Goorboobek shook with something like laughter and arose from his heated stone. He approached the princess and walked in a slow circle around her, watching her helplessly masturbate. Jianna wailed as an orgasm shook her body. She stopped for a moment, hair hanging in her face and her breast jiggling with the rise and fall of her exerted breathing. Her hand began to move again and she lifted her head to look accusingly at the chief.

  “What have you done?” she moaned.

  She focused, with difficulty, on the green of the wug chief’s blubbery body as the bulbous brute untied his fur-lined loincloth. The slender tip of the wug’s penis was already protruding from his genital slit. Jianna gasped and lunged towards him at the sight of his cock. Her fingers coaxed it out further and her mouth descended as she began to desperately suck. She moaned around his slippery flesh as it grew into her mouth. She bobbed her head as her fingers worked furiously at her clit.

  The wug spoke in his croaking language. The only word the princess recognized was Owada. That did not matter to her. All she cared about was suckling the glorious phallus of the chieftain. Her spit drooled down his cock and spilled over his bulging thighs. Her forehead pressed into his belly with each stroke of her mouth on his straining cock.

  “Mmmhmmphmmm,” she moaned around him.

  Before she could be rewarded with a mouthful of delicious wug cum, the chief picked Jianna up beneath her arms and lifted her to her feet. She whined with disappointment. His kiss mediated her disappointment. His hands groped her body and she thrust her mound against his thigh as his fat tongue invaded her mouth. She was ecstatic at every touch. Working her hips, she fucked against his leg a
nd slurped messily at his tongue. His hands crushed her breasts and roughly squeezed her nipples, sending jolts of pain and pleasure intermingled through her body.

  “Breed me,” cried the princess. “Breed your Owada. I demand it.”

  She recalled what Roorbek had told her about mating. She turned herself around and fell to her knees, offering up her firm, round bottom and the fuzzy, honey-dripping peach of her pussy.

  The chief croaked with amusement. His hands gripped her hips and the tapered tip of his cock pressed against her velvet folds. For a moment, the significance of what was about to happen reached through the lusty muddle caused by the tea. She was offering herself up to a creature every bit as disgusting as King Bouchard. Chief Goorboobek was a bloated monster that lived in a bog and drank human milk from the breasts of pregnant women.

  These were fine reasons to escape and yet Jianna could not deny her body what it wanted. She craved the wug’s cock. She craved its seed pouring into her fertile womb. Her flesh hurt with a need greater than any hunger. The need to be bred.

  “Fuck meeee!” The vulgarity came so easily to her. “Fuck my virgin cunt!”

  She rocked her hips from side to side, moaning at the way Chief Goorboobek’s slippery cock rubbed against the swollen folds of her quim. The fat wug croaked with pleasure and his rubbery hands tightly gripped the princess to stop her squirming. He croaked once again and frog man and woman cried out in pleasure as a thrust united their bodies. Jianna gasped at the pang of pain as the frog man cock pierced her maiden head. It was a momentary pain, insignificant to the relief she felt at finally being filled by cock.