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

by Amanda Clover

  The pack’s campsite was a journey of half a day, with only a brief stop to rest and drink water along the way. They appeared suddenly, standing beside their wargs or sitting the saddles with their lances at the ready. Yalak spoke to them at length as the princess felt their yellow and red eyes looking her over. She felt Svaruk brush against her hip. The weight of the warg against her calmed her nerves. She patted his shoulder and scratched her fingers into the silky fur of his neck.

  Yalak returned to her. He began to unbutton her doublet without saying anything. She watched his fingers work into the fabric and moaned as her plump breasts were freed of their confinement. A murmur of appreciation went up from the gathered pack of goblins.

  “I must take all clothes now,” said Yalak. “Then you please the pack.”

  “Will they, um, will they take my—“

  “No!” Yalak was forceful. “That is mine to decide. They will not claim you.”

  Katja nodded and tried to calm her nerves. Yalak circled behind her and began to unlace her trousers. The male garment slipped from her shapely hips and the male undergarment did not conceal her femininity. The goblin stripped these flimsy shorts down from her shapely hips and exposed the blond thatch of her sex and the roundness of her bottom. She resisted the urge to cover herself or cringe and instead stood proud, almost defiant, returning the hungry stares of the six goblins in the pack.

  Yalak stepped back from the princess, clicking to bring Svaruk with him, and the pack goblins stepped towards her. A fat one with a chewed ear was the first to reach her. He circled around her, looking her up and down before his rough hands suddenly reached around her body and squeezed her breasts. This invasion of her space seemed to signal the other goblins as they crowded around her. Hands fought for space on her soft breasts, plucked at her nipples, caressed her thighs and buttocks, and more than one reached between her thighs and squeezed the pert innocence of her womanhood.

  “Ohhhhhh,” cried Katja, barely able to stand from all the jostling.

  None of the goblins matched the princess’s height. The eyes of the tallest, a skinny goblin with a long neck and a somewhat ruddy face, barely reached to Katja’s chin. Yet that did not deter them. One grabbed her blond hair and pulled her head lower, wrenching her neck and forcing her into a sloppy, wet kiss that tasted of alcohol. She squealed from her pinched nipples into the thrusting tongue of the goblin forcing the kiss.

  She was thrown to her knees and faced the reality of their straining cocks. They wanked their thankfully small cocks and dripped their foul-smelling gleet onto Katja’s arms and legs and smeared it over her shoulders and cheeks. A cock pressed against her face. A goblin roughly twisted a nipple and she screamed. The cock was immediately thrust into her mouth.

  Katja knew she could fight, could resist them and exhaust herself in the effort, but instead a switch flipped in her head. A small voice told her, “This isn’t you. This is your body. You are somewhere else.”

  It gave her the freedom to react. Her lips tightened around the cock thrust into her mouth. She began to suck and move her head, bobbing on the goblin’s finger-sized fuckmeat. Her hands lifted and found two more cocks. She moaned as she sucked. She slurped and swallowed the precum that flowed over her tongue.

  The goblins gibbered in their crude language. She could sense their pleasure as they laughed and became more passive. They fucked her mouth, but only one had a cock long enough to gag her. One by one, they came for her, showering her body with their warm, slippery seed. Filling her mouth with the thick, salty pumps of their loins. She swallowed and bathed in their cum.

  She fell onto her back and they continued their ravishing. One goblin began to lick the slick fur of her pussy. Two more sucked at her ample breasts, heedless of their compatriot’s dripping cum. She moaned and sucked the bollocks of one as it wanked itself. Another furiously stroked its own cock and sprayed warm ribbons of its cum all over her pubic and inner thighs.

  Cum filled her throat. It overflowed her mouth in streaks that ran down to her shoulders. Drops even fell against her ears as they sprayed into her mouth and onto her face. She was not her body. She was a soul, watching all of this from outside. Safe and observing as her body reacted. As the flesh and blood of Katja rubbed at her own clit and writhed in cum-covered filth.

  “Mmmore,” she moaned as she humped against her fingers. “I’m cumming!”

  But the goblins had exhausted themselves with her lust. The last spent his seed in drips upon her heaving breasts and retreated to the banks of the nearby stream to have their midday meals. Yalak helped Katja to her feet and walked with her over the cool waters. He waded with her out into the flowing water and pulled her briefly under to wash away the cum.

  It was the final component of a perverse baptismal. Though her virginity remained, the princess was no longer pure. She would no longer restrain her desires. She was freed by the goblins and their filthy cocks. Freed from the shackles of religion and human society. Free to be what she had always dreamed.

  Later, Yalak brought Katja to his shelter. It was naught but a canvas balanced on branches to form a cover form the light rain that fell that evening. Katja had recovered from her ordeal and had even managed to eat some dry bread and drink a cup of the gnome wine. He was sharpening a spear tip when she shed the blanket from her body and crawled over to the goblin.

  “Master,” she whispered and caressed his scrawny legs. “May I pleasure you?”

  He looked at her with surprise and lowered the sharpstone. He answered her with a nod and began to unlace his loincloth. Katja took over. She folded the simple garment open and exposed the flaccid curl of the goblin’s cock. She had already decided what she wanted to do with it and there was no resistance as she lifted it with her finger and thumb and began to run her tongue over and around the spongy tip. She stroked to coax back Yalak’s foreskin. The tip of her tongue followed the ridge of his glans and beneath, drumming against that special spot that awakened his pleasure.

  “You not need call me ‘Master,’” said Yalak. “I am pack leader or just Yalak.”

  “Mmmmmm, but maybe I prefer to call you that, Master,” said Katja.

  She continued to gently wank his stiffening cock and she bent down and began to lick his bollocks. They were loose in his pouch and she moved them with her tongue before pulling one gently into her mouth and sucking. The goblin was reasonably fresh and clean after bathing in the stream and she savored the residual musk of his cock, working her hand on him and bending his cock back to slurp loudly and messily on his cum-filled stones.

  After what had happened with the pack earlier it was a pleasure to pay her undivided attention to a single subject. She wrapped Yalak’s cock in her lips and gave him a slow, moaning, and particularly wet sucking. The copious saliva that washed his cock was intentional. Once he was good and wet she rose higher on her knees, gathered her breasts in both hands, and squeezed them tightly around his cock.

  “Ohhhhhhh, princess,” Yalak groaned with a smile on his face. “You are answered prayer.”

  “You like that?” She began to bounce and wank him between her breasts. “Your cock is so hot it feels like it’s going to set me on fire.”

  “So soft,” marveled the goblin as he watched the princess’s pale mounds swallow up and squeeze around his green and pink phallus. Her saliva and his flowing precum lubricated the crushed valley between her breasts. The warmth of the remaining friction heated Katja’s flesh and spread a faint flush from her cleavage to her throat. Her breasts were large enough that only the very tip of the goblin’s cockhead emerged on each stroke, like the jewel of a pendant, glistening with his pre-ejaculate.

  Wanking Yalak with her tits highlighted the size disparity between the princess and her goblin master. Her breasts engulfed almost his entire hips and he leaned against her with his back curved and his clawed hands holding her shoulders for support.

  “Please, Master,” moaned the breathless princess. “Let me feel your seed. Spra
y it all over my like your pack.”

  As she bounced her breasts around the goblin, she peered out from under the shelter made by Yalak at the spot in the campsite where Svaruk curled beneath an overhang of branches. He was apart from the other wargs and though he seemed in a resting position, his golden eyes were open and he stared at the princess. She met his gaze and stared right back.

  “Nnnnyeesssss,” squawked Yalak, thrusting his hips and fucking his cock into the spit-lubed valley of Katja’s breasts. “Lovely mountains squeeze shank… oooo… squeeze out… seeeed!”

  His voice rose to a squeal as he wildly fucked between Katja’s breasts. She held them squeeze tight and let his lust rule the moment. He furiously humped her welcoming mounds until, with a last scream of pleasure, his seed began to gush up from her cleavage like a hidden geyser. Each thrust of his hips produced and another hot, stick stream of his white spunk. She released her breasts and dipped lower to catch his cock in her mouth and suck the last spasms of his cum from the goblin’s swollen tip.

  “Princess, so good,” sighed Yalak, popping his cock from her lips and slipping back onto his crude chair. “You are good to me. Good to master.”

  “Yes, you are my master,” said Katja, crawling between his knees and resuming licking and stroking his cock. His cum dripped from her dangling breasts and coated her neck. She purred, “I will pleasure you whenever you demand.”

  “Enough,” he said and pushed her away. “I must sleep for hunt. Tomorrow, I claim you and seed you with young.”

  “Claim?” She felt a thrill of fear. “You’ll impregnate me?”

  “Yes. Don’t you like?” He fondled her breasts and slid his hands lower to caress her flat abdomen.

  She bowed her head and said, “Of course, Master.”

  “Good,” he said and began to tie his loincloth. “You cook meal. Use leftover meat and vegetables. Make stew for later.”

  She prepared the stew as Yalak commanded and subserviently left her breasts bare. She cleaned the cum from them, but was still very aware of their large size in comparison to the goblin’s slender body.

  Yalak returned to his whittling. With his knife, he skillfully produced hollow wooden beads and one-by-one dipped them in a pot of dye and threaded them onto a cord of sinew. He tied the cord into a necklace that he presented to Katja after their meal. He stood on his chair for the height he needed to hang the beaded necklace around her slender neck. The beads lay against the upper curve of her pert breasts.

  “These are bonding beads,” said Yalak. “In pack means you are mine. No more trouble from rest of pack.”

  “Th-thank you,” said Katja. “I will treasure them, Master.”

  “I go to drink now in the hunter’s moot. You sleep here. Rest.” He stepped out into the soft patter of the night rain. “Be back after hunt in morning.”

  Across the campsite, in a simple shelter of sticks and bark, the goblin hunters gathered and began to sing in and drink around a glowing fire. Katja watched them dance as the night wore on, their silhouettes moving between the imperfect walls and the firelight.

  As the revelry grew quiet, Katja crawled out from under the shelter on her hands and knees. The rains had stopped and the earth was soft and cool beneath her. The occasional small plant tickled her nipples or scratched at her thigh. She was not crawling out of the camp. Instead, she crawled past the moot and the snoring goblins and went straight for her true desire.

  Svaruk had watched her through the evening and she had watched him. He rose to his feet as she approached.

  “It’s alright,” she said, offering him her hand. “I’m here. I’m finally here.”

  His warm tongue lapped at her face and ear and the warmth of his breath and his beastly smell enveloped her. She put her arms around the warg’s mighty neck and hugged against him so tightly that her breasts were swallowed up in his coat. He whined and panted with excitement. The behavior amused Katja. It reminded her of a puppy.

  “Shhhhhh,” she soothed the black-furred beast. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking, Svaruk? I’ve been thinking very naughty things about you. I’ve been thinking… how I like you much better than Master and his friends.”

  Katja kept her left hand on Svaruk’s neck. Her right hand brushed along the warg’s side, beneath the barrel of his gray-furred chest as her fingers lightly pressed towards his sheath.

  “You know what I want,” said Katja.

  Her hand reached Svaruk’s cock and gently wrapped the furry sheath. She squeezed his shaft and carefully massaged his furry bollocks. This awakened his member and it slowly slipped into her grasp, inch by inch, much hotter than any goblins and moist to the touch. She kept her face pressed against Svaruk’s soft fur as she wrapped her hand around this forbidden cock, felt the wetness leaking steadily from its tip, and smeared this over the exposed shaft to lubricate her hand.

  “Do you like that?” She whispered against Svaruk’s fur.

  He gave a whine that she took to be an affirmative answer and a sign that he understood her words. She stroked him very gently as his warm, watery juices continued to trickle into her grasp. The act of stroking him was invigorating for Katja. She had allowed her mind and lust to become dulled in the midst of those goblins. Acting on her hidden desires, her body awakened and began to warm with lust.

  She decided to test Svaruk’s degree of understanding.

  “If you roll onto your back,” she murmured, “I will use my mouth on you. I promise.”

  He shrugged away from her and looked at her. His eyes seemed to flash red for a moment as if he considered her offer. He sat down on his haunches and stretched out. She almost could not believe he had understood her so well, until he slowly rolled onto his back. It was an unnaturally subservient posture for such a huge animal, but it exposed the erect and glistening redness of his cock. It had felt quite large in her grasp. Now, faced with the full sight of it, she realized it was at least twice the thickness and half again the length of her master’s cock.

  “That’s, um, quite large,” said Katja, stroking the fur of Svaruk’s belly. She hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her hand around his cock once more, lifting it slightly from his belly, and leaning down. She inhaled his rich scent of arousal and stopped her lips only a whisper’s distance from the indented tip of the warg’s beastly cock. She murmured, “A promise is a promise.”

  She lapped delicately at the throbbing tip of the warg’s cock, tasting the thin, sweet discharge of his cock. His musk was strong. His animal scent of forests and fur. It was not a dream. This was happening. This darkest fantasy. Her tongue tasted again and again. Svaruk whined lightly and his cock jerked in her grasp.

  “Gods,” she moaned and could no longer hold back. The princess engulfed the beast’s red cock in her soft lips and assailed his sweetness with her tongue. She swallowed her first taste of him, flowing into her mouth, a constant drool that accompanied the gentle slurp of her lips and the bobbing of her head atop the warg’s straining cock.

  As she sucked him and stroked him, a distinct bulge began to emerge from the base of Svaruk’s cock. She stroked this with her hand and it seemed to rise and extend from his sheath. Her drool and his constant discharge spilled down his shaft and over this round bulge almost three times the width of the rest of his cock. She had no understanding of warg anatomy, but she instinctively slipped her hands beneath it and tightened her grip.

  Svaruk whined and kicked his back legs.

  “Too rough?” The princess flicked her tongue against Svaruk’s drooling tip. “Mmmmmm… I’ll be more gentle.”

  She kept her hand tightly around the underside of Svaruk’s swollen knot while she slipped her tight lips up and down the puling heat of his cock. She sucked only very lightly, sliding down until her lips met the upper curve of his bulb and swallowing the steady, sweet trickle of watery liquid from his cock.

  The debased act of sucking the warg drove Katja to new heights of arousal. She thrilled at the way her breas
ts were tickled by the beast’s warm fur and she thrust her free hand between her thighs to play with her damp slit. Her clit ached and she whined with lust around the cock in her mouth and began to work her hips to grind against her squirming fingers.

  The princess was surprised when she felt gentle hands on her shoulder and head. Svaruk had folded his forelegs against his body and was carefully cradling her with his claws. The short, stubby, dark-gray fingers of each clawed hand curled against her body. The nails were incredibly sharp and could have pierced her flesh, but she trusted him not to hurt her. His fanged maw hung open and panting and his long, pink tongue drooped out over his teeth.

  She moaned with her growing pleasure, feeling the hot edge of her orgasm tantalizingly close beneath her fingers. Every few bobs of her mouth, she had to stop and hold him against her tongue in her open, gasping mouth as her pleasure grew too intense. It was as she returned her mouth to his cock that the flow of liquid from the warg’s throbbing cock became a gush. The sudden pump of liquid surprised her. It became saltier and thicker and she realized the warg was cumming.

  “Mmmmmmm!” she cried, rolling her hips and strumming her fingers as she swallowed the warg’s cum.

  The beast’s seed did not squirt with the force of a goblin’s, it was more of a heavy flow that pumped across her tongue. Svaruk released a much greater quantity of his salty cum than she expected, so much that her belly felt filled with his seed. She came for him with his knot against her lips, lightly sucking the diminishing flow as his orgasm finished on her tongue. Pulses of pleasure rippled from her clit outward and she rubbed her nipples into his warm fur.

  “Gods, yes,” she gasped around his cock. “Ohhhh, it’s so good, Svaruk. Yes. My beast. Mmmm… yes… I love you.”

  She exhausted herself against her fingers and fell against him. She hugged his muscular body and rubbed her face against the slippery, slowly-diminishing bulge of his knot. It was so beautiful. So wonderful to lose herself in the debased act. There was no guilt, only joy at realizing her fantasy.