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

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, Ferrok,” she moaned against the bulging plum of his tip. “You are so beautiful. Your root is so beautiful. How have you orcs kept this secret from us?”

  The mighty orc smiled at her and caressed her face with his huge hand. Zaina looked up at him, his cock stuffed between her lips as Vaeri’s tongue worked into her slick folds. The elf stroked and squeezed Zaina’s round ass and licked furiously at the emira’s bud of pleasure. Vaeri’s tongue was devilishly skilled at bringing the emira towards a new peak of ecstasy, but the emira focused her attention on her orc master. She sucked him with renewed fervor.

  “My sweet emira,” his voice rumbled, “if every human woman knew the glory of orc cock, we would no longer have the sport of war with your kind. Now… ahhhh… prepare yourself… my seed boils for you.”

  “MMmmmm! Yessss!”

  She gasped as she stroked him with both hands and popped her lips over his tip. It was not long before the orc’s huge cock swelled in her grasp. She had little experience with such matters as male pleasure and so knew only from a few ribald tales what she might expect. A flow of liquid, certainly, and she encouraged Ferrok with suction and flicks of her tongue to fill her mouth.

  The orc grunted. His nostrils flared and his red eyes seemed to grow smaller beneath his heavy brow. Zaina looked up adoringly, still sucking as the orc’s massive cock twitched between her stretched lips. She thought to say something to him and then the back of her throat was struck with a forceful burst of hot liquid.

  Zaina swallowed instinctively. She was surprised at the thickness of the liquid and the tackiness it left in her throat as it slid down like a warm oyster. She continued to stroke him and was rewarded with gush after gush of Ferrok’s warm seed. She drank greedily, feeling it pour down her throat and fill her belly.

  Vaeri’s tonguework paid off in those final moments of the great orc’s orgasm. The hot pump of his seed had diminished to a few drops with each twitch of his flesh and yet her fires had only just been stoked to a roar. She popped her lips free, drooling orc cum down her chin as she cried, “Yes! Gods yes, it’s so good!”

  She rocked her hips and ground her pussy against the sand elf’s talented tongue. Vaeri moaned and slurped and licked to drive Zaina through an intense, thigh-quaked orgasm. Her full lips hung open in wordless pleasure. Her mouth was still heavy with the musky taste of Ferrok’s seed.

  The elf continued to lick long after the orc withdrew his huge cock from Zaina’s grasp. The emira was lost in ecstasy, drifting from one climax to the next as she felt Vaeri’s fingers slide into her virgin channel. Ferrok grunted and settled onto a lacquered bench, the fat gray-green hose of his cock drooping down his muscular thigh as he watched Vaeri and Zaina through the flickering firepit.

  Zaina rolled onto her back as Vaeri climbed atop her. The two women intertwined their legs and shared the sweetness of Zaina’s pussy on their tongues.

  “Are you ready for more?” teased Vaeri, breaking their kiss to run her tongue over one of Zaina’s dark nipples.

  “My body is on fire,” laughed Zaina. “I have never felt so good.”

  “Yes, it will wear off after a few hours.” Vaeri kissed her way lower. She pushed Zaina’s legs up and gave the emira’s delicate velvet folds several long licks. “Until then, emira, you should enjoy it.”

  “I am ready,” laughed the emira, scissoring her thighs against Vaeri’s head and arching her back.

  “Play more,” said Ferrok from the far side of the fire. “I will watch and bring you my cock when I desire to claim her maiden vessel.”

  “My maiden vessel,” laughed Zaina. “Oooh! The elf has her tongue up it!”

  “MMmmmhwaaaa!” Vaeri planted a wet smooch on Zaina’s clit. “After all I’ve done for you, emira, I think it’s only fair if you repay my favors.”

  “What?” Zaina watched the shapely elf reposition herself. She realized what the comely, orange-haired temptress intended as Vaeri straddled Zaina’s face, presenting an up close view of her large ass and the hairless furrow of her quim. Zaina cried out with delight, “Oh, my, yes. Let me have a try.”

  The emira discovered new wonders in the warm, slippery folds of the elf’s sex. She threw her arms around Vaeri’s waist, hugged her bottom closer, and buried her nose between those voluptuous cheeks. She delved her tongue past the slick entrance, tasted the honey that gathered there, and pressed deeper. It was a passionate kiss, flavored and scented with the intoxicating musk of the elf girl’s arousal. The emira lost herself in the intensity of the act of pleasuring a woman.

  “You must be a fierce negotiator,” moaned Vaeri, “for your tongue is as nimble as a snake’s.”

  “I never knew the sweetness of an elf’s flower,” gasped Zaina, splaying the elf’s hot slit with her tongue.

  “Oh, yes!” Vaeri reached back and smacked her bottom. “My flower is dripping for you, emira. Have you fill of its nectar.”

  Zaina pressed her face against the generous roundness of Vaeri’s ass. She inhaled the elf’s scent and sucked noisily at the tender folds and their sweet nectar. Her tongue dipped into Vaeri’s tunnel and lapped at Vaeri’s fat bud of pleasure.

  She was content to pleasure the elf, but Zaina received her fair share of pleasure in return. Vaeri used fingers to spread Zaina’s quim and explored its depths. The emira had lost her maidenhead many moons earlier while galloping in the saddle, so there was no blood or discomfort, purely the pleasure of being explored by the elf’s fingers.

  Ferrok watched the emira and the elf locked in their Sapphic embrace. Zaina occasionally took notice of this and enjoyed the sight of the orc stroking his massive member. By the time he brought it over to her, she was eager to have it. He knelt behind Vaeri’s plump ass and dropped the huge log of his cock across the emira’s face. She immediately set to sucking and licking his dangling bollocks as he thrust into the elf above her. For Zaina, the sight of the orc’s magnificent cock stretching Vaeri was an ample reward.

  “NNnnnnyyeees!” cried Vaeri. “Oh, master, I am cumming already!”

  Vaeri arched her back and thrust her ass against Ferrok’s massive manhood, impaling her steamy pussy onto him. Her juices spilled out and dripped from the swinging pendulum of Ferrok’s stones that grazed heavily over Zaina’s outstretched tongue.

  “You are too well-fucked,” growled Ferrok. “Your tight cunt explodes at my first thrust.”

  “You can fuck me all night, master,” cried Vaeri, her fat tits swaying wildly as she received Ferrok’s powerful thrusts.

  He pulled his cock out of Vaeri’s sex with a lewd slurp. He angled his cockhead downward and thrust it into Zaina’s eager mouth, gagging her with a stroke and pulling out again to fuck Vaeri for a few more strokes. Each time he did this, his cock freshly coated in Vaeri’s juices, Zaina wantonly slurped his fat cockhead. At last, the orc had had enough of Vaeri’s elven sex.

  “Move aside,” he growled and rolled Vaeri off of Zaina with a shove.

  Ferrok’s huge hands grabbed Zaina’s ankles and she cried out as he easily spun her around on the furs. He moved quickly and spread her golden thighs with his muscular legs. She looked up at him and marveled at his size. She reckoned his weight at 30 stones and not a bit of it was fat. He moved with absolute confidence, pinning her legs apart with one hand on her thigh and using his other hand to guide his huge cock to her virgin entrance.

  “I will be gentle,” he murmured.

  “If it pleases you,” said Zaina. The tea had made her absolutely submissive to his desires and yet some part of her was grateful to his promise of gentleness. She knew her body was about to be opened wide by his enormous cock.

  “My sweet emira,” he murmured and leaned his big face down to her. “You will give me many sons.”

  He kissed her, his mouth much larger than hers, but his tongue only tasting and not overwhelming. He thrust into her in that moment of intimate embrace. There was pain and pleasure from the start. He spread her pussy far beyond anything it ha
d ever known, widening her tight channel around the veined length of his turgid staff. His weight thrust down and drove him deeper. She gasped for breath against his kiss, feeling as if her body was being rearranged inside by the depth of the orc’s thrust.

  “Gods,” was the only word she could muster.

  The hot column of Ferrok’s cockmeat impaled her again and again, slowly and rhythmically, driving into her each time until she felt the heavy weight of his bollocks against her anus. Each of the massive orc’s thrusts moved her entire body and each stroke prodded against her depths.

  Her first orgasm was sudden and so intense she thought something was wrong with her body. Her legs closed against Ferrok’s muscular hips and she arched and gasped his name in a long stream of vowels. Her back curved, her breasts shuddered and intense contractions met each stroke of his cock. Her face was contorted as if in pain.

  “Cumming,” she panted.

  “I feel you grip me,” chuckled Ferrok.

  He caught her with an arm behind her back and lifted her up. He moved her atop his cock as easily as he might lift a shield. His hardness ruled her body. She craved it when he pulled back and she feared it when every measure of him was inside her yielding body.

  He turned her over without withdrawing his cock and dropped her onto her hands and knees. He took hold of her slender waist and began to thrust into her from behind. She rocked forward with each impact. He seemed to somehow find an even deeper place inside her in this position. He awakened new pathways to bliss with his swollen member and mighty strokes.

  “Tight as a glove,” murmured Vaeri as she rose on her knees beside Ferrok.

  She stroked his chest and muscled abdomen as he pounded his cock faster and harder into Zaina’s stretched channel. His massive hands tightened on Zaina’s waist. He grunted louder and slammed into the emira hard enough to make her big, dangling breasts swing. Her sensitive nipples dragged over the silky furs beneath her with each metronome arc of her tits, adding to the thrill of pleasure from each of the orc’s thrusts.

  “Ohhh gods,” cried the emira. “It is everything… everything I wanted… ohhhHH!”

  Her renewed orgasm prompted a roar of satisfaction from Ferrok. He began to hammer his cock past the clutching walls of Zaina’s once-virgin pussy. The contractions around the fat, plunging meat of the orc’s cock drove the emira to new and more desperate heights of pleasure. Her arms gave out and her upper body dropped onto the furs.

  With her ass raised in the air, she was totally at the mercy of Ferrok’s bestial lust. He roared again and pounded into her pussy, his muscular hips slapped loudly against the firm buttocks of the emira. Even in the throes of her orgasm, she could feel the orc’s cock swell inside her.

  “Fill me,” she whimpered into the furs. “Fill me… with your seed.”

  The orc could not possibly have heard her words over the grunting and slaps of his flesh on hers, but his intention was clearly exactly that. His grip was almost painful on Zaina’s waist and his mighty thrusts drove her face and breasts into the soft furs. Her slick channel clutched tightly against him, so tight that she felt the powerful throb of his root between her stretched folds.

  “Yessss!” cried the emira.

  His seed flooded into her eager channel, washing her fertile womb in his potent flow of cum. The warmth and pressure of his seed inside her triggered another orgasm and she began to scream and thrust against him as best she could. Joy and ecstasy overwhelmed the inner realization that she was being bred by the orc. Their fates were inextricably joined in that molten moment inside her body.

  Mighty Ferrok finished inside her with a final stroke, burying his cock to the root and allowing the emira’s body to squeeze out every drop of his seed. He pulled out with a wet slurp and she cried out at the silky flow of cum that spilled from her creamed channel. The massive orc rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. She leaned up and kissed him and held her soft breasts against his hard, sweat-slicked body. He pushed her back into the furs.

  “Rest,” he said.

  “Y-yes,” she panted and realized she was completely out of breath.

  “Every human woman,” grunted the orc, “is destined to be bred by my kind or worse. The empress means to create the new rulers of her kingdoms by mingling the blood of monsters with the blood of mankind.”

  “You don’t seem like a monster,” murmured Zaina as she stroked Ferrok’s muscular chest.

  “He is handsome,” agreed Vaeri, kissing the orc’s huge shoulder.

  He growled and bared his fanged teeth.

  “Monsters are feared. It is a word you humans made for things that are too powerful for you to easily destroy. I am a monster and monster blood is the strong blood. Mankind is the weakness, the softness.” He stroked her abdomen with his huge hand. “But your blood is clever. It rules the world in all its kingdoms.”

  “Yessss,” moaned the emira. “Yes, my blood and yours, joined together, Ferrok.”

  It was not the first time that night that the mighty orc seeded the emira’s once-virgin vessel. He relied on Vaeri to arouse him with her soft breasts and exotic dancing, her elven tongue on his glans, before claiming Zaina again and again and again. It was almost dawn when the orc finally collapsed amid the furs and began to snore. Vaeri was already sleeping, sticky cum decorating her face and tattooed breasts.

  Zaina lifted her head and listened to the orc warlord’s snoring. The drug she had been given had worn off earlier in the night, but she had hidden this fact from Ferrok and Vaeri. She wanted them to believe she was eager for the orc’s cock even as her lust turned to horror and anger. She forced herself to participate in their perversions, to do things she had never imagined, to even enjoy them, just for this moment.

  The orc had let his guard down.

  Zaina’s muscles ached from her prolonged grappling with Ferrok and she felt chafed between her legs. This did not deter her as she rolled onto her hands and knees and began to slowly crawl across the furs. She remembered where the orc had put down his sword. She ran her hands over the carved bone and steel of the grip. It was far more ornate than most orc blades and as she lifted it she found it surprisingly well balanced for a woman of her size.

  No, it was still too large to be effective within the confines of this tent. She carefully set it back on the furs and turned her attention to the layers of clothing and leather armor the orc had discarded. She found what she was looking for in a thigh sheath. It was a black-bladed dagger with a simple handle of carved wood. A bit large for a human knife, almost a short sword, but good enough for opening the throat of the orc while he slept.

  The blade hardly made a sound as she drew it from its sheath. The grip felt good in her hand. It was physical confidence. It was a way out of the nightmare and maybe a way to have her revenge.

  “It does not end with Ferrok.”

  The husky whisper held a touch of a sand elf accent. Zaina tensed and slowly turned to face Vaeri. The elf was sprawled over Ferrok, her breasts resting on the muscular slab of his chest as she pushed herself up on her hands. Her golden eyes gleamed in the last of the firelight.

  “Vaeri,” whispered Zaina, “we can escape together.”

  “Why would I do that?” The elf fluttered her long lashes and cocked her head to the side as if she hardly understood what Zaina was saying. “I am happy with Ferrok. He is a magnificent lover and I carry his children.”

  “You are pregnant?”

  “Only just,” said Vaeri. “It will take two years for them to grow inside me. We elves carry our children much longer, even when mixed with orc blood.”

  “I do not need to hurt you, Vaeri,” whispered Zaina in a tone that bordered on a plea. “Move aside.”

  Vaeri sunk back down and rested her head against Ferrok’s chest.

  “How can you not see his power, emira?” She caressed the cheek of the sleeping orc. “He is the future. The empress will give him control of much of Shaddobar and once she has united the south sh
e will turn her eyes on her birth lands in the north.”

  “You would bend your knee to that demon-blooded bitch?” hissed Zaina.

  “No,” Vaeri hissed, “but I would live on my knees for Ferrok and our children. Make your choice, emira. Kill us both now or take your place with us and join the future.”

  Tears fell from the emira’s eyes. No matter her choice, she felt beaten. The blade slipped from her fingers and thumped softly onto the furs. Vaeri smiled and beckoned her closer. She joined the comely elf and lay her head down beside Veari atop Ferrok’s chest. She heard the orc’s might heartbeat in her ear and she rose and fell with his rumbling breaths.

  “It is the right choice,” whispered Vaeri.

  Zaina could only nod as her tears continued to spill onto Ferrok’s chest.

  In the early hours of the morning, the three awoke. The orcs eyes were rusty brown rather than red in the golden morning light. He stroked Zaina’s hair and lifted her gently into his arms. He kissed her and she kissed him back.

  “I see you drew my knife from its sheath,” he murmured between kisses. “Why did you not plunge it into my heart?”

  “How could I kill the future?” asked Zaina.

  The orc laughed and began to kiss her with renewed passion. He sucked at her supple neck and spread her onto the furs. His huge fingers stroked her sore opening and awakened the flow of her slick lust. His tongue was forceful and yet respectful of her mouth. His hand caressed her breast without squeezing or pinching.

  “Once more,” he whispered. “I know you are tired, but I need to feel your cunt when your mind is your own.”

  His huge body spread her legs wide apart. His cock pressed at her entrance.

  “Yes,” she whispered, blinking away the tears. “Do it, Ferrok. I want… I want to carry your children.”

  “An emira needs her sultan,” he chuckled and drove his cock into her tender sex.

  “Ohhhh, Ferrok,” she cried, wrapping her legs tight around him.

  The massive orc thrust into her with steady strokes. His cock reached deep into her well-fucked channel and his heavy bollocks beat against the rim of her anus. Within this steady, rising storm of pleasure, the emira found her truth. She would submit to the rule of Ferrok, and by extension the Empress Jurrinus, but she would not abandon her people.