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

by Amanda Clover

She dared to slip him out of her mouth with a soft pop. His cock steamed with her liberal coating of saliva. The runes pulsed with blue light.

  “Would you have spared them if they had been a princess?”

  “No,” said the heart eater and he pushed her mouth back down onto his cock. “And do not think I have decided to spare you. That depends on your performance. You must prove your subservience and I… ahh… have not yet felt proof.”

  She set out to prove it. She lashed his cock eagerly with her tongue and bobbed her head on his cock. At each downward stroke Natalya took his cock into her throat. At each upward stroke she paused at his glans and bathed him with her tongue. Her fingers kneaded and gently squeezed his bollocks, spreading her warmth into his frozen flesh. She even looked up at him, up his emaciated frame and into his cruel blue eyes that watched her serve him with her mouth.

  Natalya felt him grow tense. She sucked him harder and deeper and expected something like what had happened with the dretch. Instead, the heart eater suddenly seized her by her hair and pulled her from his cock. She gasped as he held her away from him.

  “Do not assume you will be permitted to drink my seed,” the heart eater snarled.

  He pulled her closer, forcing his bollocks into her mouth as his cock rubbed across her face. For the first time, the demon closed his blue eyes as her tongue went to work on his stones. She suckled them more gently than she had his cock and, after a moment, dared to raise her hand to his shaft. She stroked his hardness with her trembling fingers as she bathed his bollocks in her hot mouth.

  “Please,” she murmured.

  “Please what?” hissed the heart eater.

  “F-fuck me,” she moaned.

  He bared the blue-tinted fangs that filled his mouth. The expression struck the tsarevna as something between a snarl and a smile. It did not put her at ease.

  “Yes,” he said. “It is time.”

  His hands burned cold against her bottom. His hardness was warmed by her mouth, but remained steaming ice against the hot clench of Natalya’s ass. She tensed as he pressed his hardness against her tender pucker. Her body did not want to allow such a blasphemous thing and no matter how she tried to override her resistance with her mind, she could not will her anus to relax.

  "This will hurt," said the heart eater.

  It was the only mercy the demon provided to Natalya. His icy claws gripped the slenderness of her hips and he thrust into her, skewering the tender pucker of her asshole on his hateful cockflesh. The heart eater's frigid fuckflesh was a frozen spike burrowing into her most shameful passage. She whimpered in agony as her virgin ass was penetrated and stretched. She fought against her instinct to squeeze around his thrusting cock.

  "Fight it if you wish," said the demon. "My pleasure will only be sweeter for your suffering."

  She wailed in misery, the demon's hips smacking against her ass and making her pert breasts swing beneath her with each impact. His cock seemed to reach deeper and deeper, though his frozen bollocks swung against her sex with every thrust. It was as if his cock was stretching out, reaching inside her like the tendril of an octopus. The harder the demon rutted into her virgin ass, the more the tsarevna was convinced that he meant to kill her with his cock.

  "It... it hurts," she cried. "You are... ahhh... killing... me."

  There was a savage laugh in the heart eater's voice when he spoke.

  "Little warm-bodied bitch, you will know if I am killing you."

  He slammed his cock into her harder and ever-deeper. Her arms gave out and her soft breasts and face fell onto the frost-touched stone inside the circle. She screamed, certain that she was about to pass out from the agony caused by the demon's plunging cock.

  Worse than the pain or the fear of death, was the Natalya enjoyed herself on some level. The harder the demon fucked her, the more its winding cock plundered her virgin ass, the more the tsarevna relished her own pain. She savored the bite of her nipples against the stones of the floor. She felt a thrill each time the demon's icy bollocks seared her velvet folds with the cold. She even took pleasure from the demon's nails as they dug into her hips and drew trickles of blood from her pale flesh.

  Her mouth hung open in a low moan somewhere between pleasure and pain. Her breath steamed out. She was so cold that she had stopped shivering. There was no point trying to stay warm when living ice was buried deep inside her ass.

  She knew the heart eater was approaching his demonic climax when he began to hiss, louder and louder, with each exhalation. She was covered in cold sweat, barely able to keep her eyes open despite the frosty agony of her stretched ass, yet she managed to lift her head from the floor. She pushed herself onto her hand and her breasts swung with each of the demon’s thrusts.

  “Your heat… is meltssssss me,” hissed the heart eater.

  Sudden pain tore into her hips as the demon clawed at her pale flesh. His cock stiffened inside her and the heart eater thrust his hips violently against her soft ass as he pounded his cock deep into her virgin hole. The flood of demonic cum into Natalya’s ass gave her a pressure to match the painfully stretching of her anus. Her bowels were flooded with slick spunk. Each thrust of the demon’s cock was wet and smeared with frothy fuckjuice. The frigid demon load dripped down the tsarevna’s thighs and spilled onto the floor.

  “Gods,” she croaked, half prayer and half accusation.

  The demon’s strokes slowed. He hunched over her, teeth gritted and claws dug into the soft flesh of Natalya’s hips and ass. His cock, snaked into her plundered passage, continued to twitch and ooze out the frigid jelly of his spunk for a long time. Finally, with a grunt, he withdrew his cock from her flooded ass with a pull of suction and an obscene slurp. More of his cock bubbled out from inside her. The tsarevna might have wept with shame at the sensation, but she was nearly comatose.

  “Remember, pretty bitch,” said the demon. “Return me to this place once you have the book. I will reward you. Fail me and I will inflict suffering you cannot even conceive.”

  There was a flash of light followed by a long silence. Natalya was not sure he had left her alone in the middle of the circle. She did not lift her head from the floor for a very long time, fearing some trick and even greater punishment. Warmth returned to her body and she expelled more of the demon’s foul cum, feeling more free with each grunt and release of his obscene fluid. She longed for a bath, but knew the best she could hope for was another bucket of cold water from Burandius.

  Natalya stared at Madreg’s accursed book through the sweat-heavy locks of hair that hung in her face. She wanted to summon the dretch, to have the book and begin her escape, but she could not risk it. The heart eater had left her too weak. Instead of fighting her exhaustion, the tsarevna rolled onto her side and allowed the comfort of darkness to swallow up her mind.

  “Revenge,” she whispered, almost too soft to hear, but in her mind it was a deafening roar.

  Four

  The Third Summoning – The Formless Fiend

  From the dreamless darkness, Natalya heard a chuckle. She lifted her head to see that it was Burandius. He stood behind the pedestal that supported Madreg’s fat spell book. The purple light of the lanterns turned his scarred visage monstrous. His smile was as horrid and cruel as the heart eater’s.

  “Awake?” He clapped the book shut. “While you have been snoring away, my pitiful tsarevna, I have been carefully reading Madreg’s book.”

  “W-water,” she pleaded.

  “Oh, of course. I am such an inconsiderate host.”

  He flicked his fingers over the bucket and it filled with water. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and drank the water that he threw into her face. The cold no longer seemed to bother her and she was glad that the buckets he poured onto her washed away the filth and the caked blood on her hips. When he was done, Burandius tossed the bucket at her and struck her in the side. After all she had endured, it seemed little more than another one of his insults.

  “I see your las
t lover was not so gentle as your first. To be honest, sweet tsarevna, I was surprised not to find you with your chest burst open and your ribs spread like an emptied clam shell. Your lovely body must have aroused the demon’s cock in ways I can scarcely comprehend. You see, with no cock, you look just like any other piece of meat to me. Waiting to be skewered on a fork, chewed, and swallowed.”

  He leaned his face to the very edge of the summoning circle.

  “Don’t look so sad. For your next lover, I have chosen something much older than a demon. The ancient gods that slumber were once served by the xoggoths. Do you know them?” He wiggled his malformed fingers. “They have no shape. They are flesh without bone, pure chaos, creating whatever limbs and organs they need from one moment to the next. They are pitiless and primordial. Bestial and yet with that strange intelligence the ancient gods were said to possess. The xoggoth will make a meal of you.”

  “If… if it does…” Natalya lifted her head and forced herself to stare into the wizard’s cruel eyes. “I will still return as a revenant. I will take my—“

  Burandius waved his hand and flung a bolt of energy from his fingers. It pulsed through Natalya’s muscles and threw her onto her back. For a moment, her heart did not beat, and she thought the wizard had killed her. Then, with a thump, her heart began beating once more. Her chest, just above her breasts, was scorched where the bolt of magical blue-white energy had struck her.

  “Do not think you can threaten me, silly bitch.” Burandius cackled with laughter. “Your father took everything I cared about. There is nothing left to take from me. But there is so much to take from him. A pity the xoggoth will eat you without a trace. I might have flayed your skin and used it to make a banner for my army of monsters. The army that will bring down the tsar and pillage your family’s castle.”

  “Fuck… you…”

  Natalya muttered the words through gritted teeth. Speaking such a vulgar insult would have been unthinkable for her just days ago. It came like spittle to her tongue and a hundred more with it, but she was too weak to speak them. None were adequate to her hatred of Burandius.

  “A strong girl,” said the wizard. “Still… just a girl. Farewell, tsarevna.”

  Burandius began to chant. The lanterns flickered and then exploded one by one as the unwholesome words of the old language spilled from his lips.

  This was truly cursed magic. Summoning demons was forbidden, summoning a servant of the ancient gods was unthinkable to most demon-worshippers. Natalya knew from her limited study of the subject that such creatures were completely alien. Unlike demons, they did not care much at all about humans and made no effort to corrupt or beguile mankind. To the ancient ones, mankind was no different from fish or birds or any other simple beast that walked the earth.

  Lights swirled near the roof of the chamber, revealing strange shapes and angles that seemed impossible to Natalya. From this shifting chaos, a teardrop of ruddy flesh formed and began to droop into the reality of the summoning circle. It landed a few feet away, spreading like liquid before rising up again, a smooth mound of red flesh as large as a bear. Red light pulsed momentarily beneath its flesh and Natalya glimpsed shifting organs, rolling eyes, and half-made limbs.

  “Ahhhhh!” Burandius cried out.

  He grasped his temples and staggered back, almost falling over. He cast a last glance at the tsarevna and fled from the chamber. Natalya thought she might have seen fear in his eyes.

  The broken lanterns on the walls began to burn again. Strange flames dripped and flickered and cast the chamber in a new and disturbing redness.

  The xoggoth remained where it had fallen from the portal that had appeared. It quivered like aspic and a dozen bulging eyes opened their lids across its surface and stared at Natalya. Not one eye was like another. There was a goat eye and the eye of some huge fish and an eye like a man’s, but twice as large, and something green and yellow and glowing that rolled back and forth in a socket. Three mouths tore open, belonging in their design to three different beasts.

  “P-please,” said the tsarevna. “Please, I know you can hear me. I know how to get out of—“

  The xoggoth surged forward and wrapped her in primordial tendrils of its flesh. These, like tentacles, slipped over her arms and around her neck and lifted her to her feet. A giant’s hand and arm stretched out from its flesh and roughly squeezed her breasts. She cried out in pain and it softened its grip, moving fingers as thick as her wrist between her breasts, lifting her titflesh and toying with its weight. Something warm and wet caressed her toes. She managed to tilt her head just enough to see that strange, blue tongues had formed in a wide row and were licking at her toes and the arches of her feet.

  “Gods, what is happening,” she moaned.

  With a slurp, the xoggoth seemed to eject the flaccid length of a horse’s phallus from its body, several misshapen bollocks dangling beneath the obscene, wet appendage. More cocks formed. Human-like, bestial, and completely alien.

  The xoggoth pulled her closer to its body and dragged her naked flesh across the soft quills of some unidentified genitalia. Warm liquid burst down her back and dripped down her legs. A wriggling pink cock, like a mult-jointed finger, squirmed into her pussy and immediately began to pulse and gush warm liquid into her channel. After only a few seconds it slurped out from her flooded quim and disappeared back into the xoggoth’s chaotic body.

  The shapeless brute slammed her roughly onto her back and its tendrils wrenched her legs wide apart, exposing her creamy sex. More tendrils began to coil around her arms and up her legs to her thighs. She panicked as the enormous, horse-like cock flexed and became engorged to an unwholesome degree. More eyes formed on the creature’s surface. An enormous pod attached to a tendril extended, opened like a huge flower of flesh, and revealed another long, translucent pink cock that dripped with slime.

  “Stop it! Put me down!” cried the tsarevna as she found new reserves of strength to resist the beast. The horse-sized cock plunged at her pussy and somehow, with a desperate twist, she freed a leg and kicked the appendage away. One of the xoggoth’s mouths grunted in pain. The gruesomely bulging horse cock retreated into the xoggoth’s shapeless body.

  The tendrils constricted more tightly around Natalya’s legs. She was lifted up by the xoggoth and slammed back down onto the floor. He head cracked against the stones and she was left dazed by the impact. Her vision whirled as if she was still moving. Slime spattered her legs and the flesh flower with its translucent cock loomed over her. She tried to move, tried to escape once more, but it was hopeless.

  “Nooooooo!” she screamed as the flower descended upon her.

  The thick, warm petals engulfed her vulva and reached up nearly to her waist. More of them closed beneath her, sealing wetly over most of her bottom as the hot phallus plunged into her cum-lubed sex. It was different than all the other violations. The tube was rigid and yet gelatinously soft. When her tight channel resisted being stretched it spread inside her as if it were a semi-liquid. She gasped as it pushed all the way to her cervix and seemed to coat the entrance to her womb.

  The fleshy petals that enveloped her groin and her bottom were covered in a sticky slime that created suction. The suction pulled and released and pulled and release, creating a pneumatic motion to the cock that squirmed in and out of her pussy. It was completely unlike the bestial rutting of the dretch or the cold violence of the heart eater. It was a dripping, slurping, and excruciatingly pleasurable sensation.

  “Ohhhh, no, gods,” she gasped, unable to do much more than watch the xoggoth have its way with her.

  The fleshy flower throbbed around her as its cock pushed in and out. Slippery tendrils of flesh wound around her shapely breasts and began to squeeze them, pointed tips flicking at her nipples as if the xoggoth understood how it was tormenting her.

  More of the muscular tendrils surrounded her and lifted her up. The flower continued to pump and suck and drive her closer and closer to an orgasm. A pressure built again
st her womb, from something pleasurable to something terrifying. She realized it was forcing her open and pushing into her innermost vessel. She cried out, a desperate “NO!” formed on her lips and instantly silenced by a slimy tendril that thrust between her lips and gagged her.

  As the creature began to push into her womb, she began to cum. It was a desperate, prolonged orgasm, wracking her body and forcing her to thrash against the tendrils that held her. Something heavy pushed into her womb and it began to gush inside her. Liquid, warm and pleasurable, poured into her womb, overflowed her channel and leaked around the sucking petals of the monstrous flower.

  Natalya was lost. She saw her foolish plans drifting away to nothingness as the xoggoth used her like a fleshy toy and drove her mad with pleasure. She came again and again, welcoming the flower’s cock, sucking against the tendril in her mouth even as she relished the tendrils tormenting her breasts.

  When the beast had finished with her, a ragged mouth opened as big as a giant’s, a black tongue unfurled, and the xoggoth sucked her body into its mouth. She entered a warm and lightless chamber. Tendrils continued to constrict and prod and violate her body even as the flower released her. The air was heavy and foul-smelling and hot. The walls of this chamber tightened around her and stinging liquid began to gush down her naked body and burned particularly at the scratches the heart eater had left on her hips and ass.

  The beautiful young tsarevna no longer struggled. She had resigned herself to her end inside the xoggoth.

  After all, she thought, what can I do to fight such a creature? How do I battle a beast from inside its stomach?

  But that was the key to escaping! Outside the xoggoth, she was all but helpless against the creature’s primordial strength. It had formed a gut for the purpose of digesting her. The walls were soft around her. The molesting tendrils were no longer fixated on violating her. She threw them off her arms and kicked them away from her as the walls tightened around her. She let the silky inner flesh fill her mouth and she bit down. Foul blood poured out. She bit down again and again and opened wounds into which she thrust her hands and desperately began to tear.