An Imperfect Union

Tilly rushed into her princess's quarters after hearing her lady's **** cry from the hallway. She found Adelaide buried under the covers of her bed looking sicker than she had ever seen her. There were deep, dark circles under Adelaide's big blue eyes and her skin was so pale it almost seemed translucent. She trembled in her bed as if caught in a winter wind.

"My princess, what happened?"

Adelaide's eyes were red from dried tears. The voice that escaped her colorless lips was barely more than a soft whisper.

"I thought I was helping the kingdom," she sobbed quietly. "But I think I made a horrible mistake!"

Tilly's anxiety deepened. When she last saw her princess, the poor thing was so worried about the kingdom. It was clear to the servant girl that Adelaide would stop at nothing to help her people. Hopefully she hadn't overexerted herself.

"My lady, what did you do?"

"It seemed like a good idea in the moment. I didn't think it would be like this...ugh...it's so strong! It hurts...so bad!"

Princess Adelaide grimaced in misery and clutched at something under the covers.

"What is so strong?"

"It's got a mind of its own. Ugh, it won't stop talking to me!"

"Talking to you?"

More clutching and moaning. The princess seemed to be wrestling with something down between her legs. Whatever it was, it seemed to be winning the battle.

"It hurts so bad. I'm trying to fight it...but I don't think I can hold off anymore. So much pain! Oh Gods, it's agony!"

"How do I help, my princess?"

Adelaide suddenly fixed Tilly with a sharp gaze. She looked sicker than ever, but her blue eyes glittered like ice.

"You know I would do anything for the kingdom, right?"

"Yes, my princess!"

"And you would do anything for me, right?"

"Of course!"

The princess's hard look softened as she beckoned Tilly to join her under the covers. Hesitantly, Tilly obeyed.

Adelaide immediately nuzzled into Tilly and for a moment, all seemed right in the world. They were two peas in a pod, cuddled together like old times. Then Tilly felt it. Something hot and hard brushed against her inner thigh, causing her to yelp and back away.

In a flash, Adelaide snatched Tilly and dragged her back onto the bed with surprising ****.

"You said you would do anything for me!" The princess's voice was **** and ragged.

"Wha...wha...what was that?!?"

"I made a sacrifice," the princess whispered. "For the kingdom."

Adelaide pulled back the covers to reveal something out of the bleakest nightmares. Jutting from her naked crotch was something both lewd and inhuman. It was a shaft of green flesh as long as a club. Tilly, being as innocent as her lady, only barely recognized the member as a man's penis. The monstrous organ was crudely attached to the princess via a series of gnarled tendrils that jabbed into her pale flesh. Dried blood caked the wounds. Almost as horrible as the penis was what dangled beneath it.

The princess's tortured quim had been stretched beyond reason around a pair of large glowing masses. At the bottom, her nether lips had been sloppily stitched shut by what looked to Tilly to be fleshy green thread.

The true horror of the princess's bargain was now revealed. Celine had told the truth about orcish body parts fusing with humans, but she had left out key details. The process was far from an easy or quick one. Orc flesh and human flesh were not naturally compatible, nor was a female body compatible with male genitals. The orc penis had attached itself to the princess through an invasive, makeshift surgery. The pair were connected only tenuously, and this feeble connection was causing poor Adelaide immense pain. Worse than the pain, however, was the willfulness of the organ. It seemed to have a mind of its own. It sensed the princess's pain and used it as a whip to enforce its wretched, unknowable will.

Adelaide knew she was not yet fully joined to the orcish cock. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to rip the thing out of her body, even if it killed her. So strong was her devotion to the kingdom that she was able to resist the tortured screams of her soul. Her kingdom needed a true king, one with a will of iron.

The princess moaned from the pain. All she felt of the penis and balls she had taken into herself was a dull awareness. She knew it wasn't enough. In this state, both her and the penis would fall apart. The makeshift fusion had done little more than tear apart her body. She knew she needed something. When her eyes fell on Tilly, she realized what it was. Her heart cried out in protest. This was her closest friend, practically a sister! How could she hurt her like that?

But if she didn't, the kingdom would burn and Tilly would die. They all would die.

Tilly began to scream, but Adelaide slapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. By now, Adelaide had pinned Tilly to the bed. Even so, she wasn't sure she could fight her servant off in this state. Her body felt weaker than ever, and even on a good day Tilly was bigger and stronger than her.

"You said you would do anything for me! Was that a lie?"

Tilly let out a muffled whimper and shook her head as tears leaked from her eyes.

"I'm going to die if I stay like this. The connection is imperfect and breaking down. I think I understand why. This thing needs to feed. It needs...you."

Tilly let out a muffled, horrified "no!"

"You promised!"

A muffled "Please!"

This horrible game was ripping Adelaide's soul apart. This was the person she cared for most of all. Why did it have to be her?

"I'll give you to another servant girl. Spare her!" she cried out.

The response was immediate and vicious. The goliath penis twitched violently, triggering a ripple of pain through Adelaide's frail body. She screamed out in pure agony.

"I'm sorry," the princess sobbed. "I'm so, so, sorry Tilly."

Tilly struggled for a moment, but seemed to remember her promise to her princess through the terror. She was nothing if not faithful. Immediately, she went limp and accepted her fate.

Adelaide hiked up the girl's skirt and ripped off her panties, revealing her pale virginal quim. The sight of it repulsed Adelaide, causing her cheeks to flush a bright purple. The castle scholars had taught her and her siblings about the birds and bees, so she roughly understood how this was supposed to go. Awkwardly, she raised the ungodly penis up to her servant's entrance. She felt a dull thud of the bulbous head against the soft flesh and nothing more.

A wave of nausea washed over the princess as she realized what she was about to do. Every ounce her screamed out to stop. She knew it was a wicked and unforgivable sin she was about to inflict, one she could never recover from. The thought of it disgusted her and filled her with horror. In the end, however, her willpower won out. Her kingdom came before all else.

"Remember...I did it...for you," she whimpered to her servant.

With that, Adelaide began to thrust forward. She had to muffle a scream from her servant while biting back her own agony at the same time. Tilly's quim parted with a gush of warm virgin blood. Adelaide pushed deeper, gasping and moaning as she did so from the intense pain she felt. Her entire lower half felt like one big wound. She kept telling herself to do it for the kingdom.

It took more than a minute before Adelaide had lodged penis as far as it could go. She tried to stop and catch her breath, but her newest addition was having none of it. It lurched, sending ripples of stinging pain through the girl's abdominal wounds. Instinctively, she began to pull out. Once everything but the head was out, the same **** impelled her to thrust forward again. In and out. In and out. Soon, she was moving in an agonizing rhythm.

Deep within the princess, the fleshy tendrils of the orcish abomination began to slither and dig. The heat and sexual energy generated by the awkward facsimile of intercourse was generating the conditions for it to thrive. The orc flesh reached deeper into its host, looking for material to further the joining of their bodies. It worked its tendrils through Adelaide's reproductive innards until it found something of great use.

The princess sobbed as her inner organs were ripped apart and swallowed by orcish tendrils. She wanted to stop so badly, but knew she couldn't. This horrible butchery of her insides was a small sacrifice for her people.

Within Adelaide's ovaries, the orcish flesh sensed great power -- power that rivaled its own. The little masses were dragged down the princess's twisted canal where they were consumed, one by each ball. The cells of the princess merged with the cells of the orc. Two incredible forces, once enemies on the battlefield, now melded together inside the body of Princess Adelaide. Her lineage was of noble breed, carrying a potent regal power. That essence, when combined with the twisted darkness of the orc, created something new and dangerous.

The balls suddenly swelled outwards, empowered by this new hybrid essence. They grew bigger and heavier, straining Adelaide's makeshift stitches. However, just as quickly as the wound began to split, it began to heal. The two lips collided and then fused together completely. The stitches dissolved, leaving nothing but a slight cleft between the two masculine spheres.

"Oh my!" Adelaide gasped as she felt the tickling pain of her quim fusing into a proper scrotum.

Suddenly, a new and powerful sensation washed over her. She cried out as she felt an immensely warm tingly feeling between her legs, paired with a sense of heaviness.

"By the Gods, I can feel them!"

The feeling between Adelaide's legs was much more than a dull awareness now. She could feel each throbbing mass tingling like crazy. The testicles glowed brightly, filled a potent hybrid essence.

The pain in Adelaide's body faded slightly and she subconsciously picked up the pace of her thrusting.

A bevvy of new sensations made themselves known to the princess. She became acutely aware of the shape of Tilly's lithe body. Her quim was so tight! Her skin so soft.

A sudden curiosity tickled the princess's brain. She grabbed the neckline of Tilly's dress and yanked with all her might, until the fabric store, eliciting a muffled squeak from her servant girl. She had always been secretly curious how Tilly's breasts looked. What she found was oddly disappointing. They were very perky, but so small!

The strangeness of the thought struck Adelaide. Why did it matter how big Tilly's breasts were? She tried to tell herself it didn't matter, but her eyes kept turning back to those bouncing pink nipples.

The pain in Adelaide's lower half was now almost entirely faded. With each new thrust, her body felt more in tune with the orcish additions. The wounds in her abdomen rapidly healed and sensation in the penis grew from dull and painful to tingly and strangely pleasant.

"Tilly, you smell so good!" On a whim, Adelaide licked her handmaid's face. "Oh Tilly, I must thank you! I know this isn't...ugh...easy. I will always appreciate your sacrifice...ugh...for...the king...OH GODS!"

The pleasant tingle in the penis suddenly ramped up into a gnawing, unbearable pleasure that threatened to melt the princess's brain. Before she knew what she was doing, she was thrusting as hard she could, grunting and moaning like a beast as she did so.

Suddenly, Adelaide felt as if she were racing towards a cliff. She was rushing towards some inevitable end from which she could never return. Up and up the precipice she raced without heed to the future. She feared what was coming, but knew she couldn't stop it. She had made her bargain, and now she had to pay the price.

"IT...IS...COMING!!!"

The penis...her penis spasmed. Her monstrous balls twitched and pulsated. For the first time, Princess Adelaide, so good and pure, tasted raw male pleasure. A moment later, a boiling jet of slimy, growing liquid erupted from the tip of the girl's new cock. The enormous load shot like a bullet into Tilly's warm, waiting womb, forcing a scream from her muffled lips.

Pump, pump, pump! Adelaide groaned as she felt her hot seed fill her darling handmaid. By Gods, what was this feeling? So intense and lovely! Was this what men felt? No wonder they were always lusting after pretty girls. Adelaide felt wretched shame for what she was doing, but now that she had tasted this fruit, she wasn't sure she could ever go back.

After a solid minute, Adelaide's throbbing member finally finished exploding. With agonizing slowness, the princess withdrew her unholy green rod from her handmaid's quim. Tilly was now ****, her body occasionally twitching from the lustful aftershocks.

Suddenly, Adelaide felt incredibly calm -- calmer than she had ever felt before. For one crystal moment, everything in life was clear. She looked down at her crotch and let out a **** sob.

"What have I done?!"

She reached down, instinctively expecting to feel the soft lips of her quim. Instead, her hands gently cupped the massive glowing balls. The swollen organs tingled softly to her touch. She felt a strange intimacy holding herself down there. Only a few hours earlier, these balls had been separate from her. Now they were as much a part of her body as her arms or her nose. The potent masculine essence contained in these heavy masses was intense to behold. It felt so alien and unnatural, yet so oddly pleasing.

"I've given you what you want. Now help me save this kingdom."

Fresh blood pumped into Adelaide's penis. She could feel the thing working on her mind. Now that they were properly joined, its will was so much clearer and stronger. It was not merely a body part, but a living creature with a mind of its own. She had invited that mind into her with open arms.

"I need to...the kingdom! I...ugh, get out of my head!"

Adelaide's eyes fell on Tilly's soft, wet quim. Her hand unconsciously rubbed up the length of her mammoth shaft. The wave of pleasure took her breath away.

"Just...one more. Then I'll save the kingdom."