Exit: The Perspective of a Princess ---> Whore

Arma's Perspective

I’d just entered the castle when I saw a young man suddenly appear in the middle of the corridor and strike the ground. He rolled and clutched at his head, blinking blearily at the world around him as if in a daze. Immediately, my mediocre training as a Priestess - preceding my ultimate (and shameful) class-change to Knight - led to me kneeling by his side.

“Are you alright?” I asked, smiling gently. “Do you need assistance?”

He didn’t respond: His dazed eyes didn’t seem to see anything at all: At least, not me. He was looking, but not anywhere near the right location.

A simple cure wounds should hopefully ease his pain enough for focus to return, and then some proper answers may be acquired before the guards see him and come to… unfortunate (but perhaps not unwarranted) conclusions.

The light flies from my hands and washes over him.

“There. Did that help?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me. I can certainly tell he’s relieved, but to what extent I’m uncertain. “I’m sorry, but that is the best I’m capable of at my level.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He answers, surprisingly accentless for someone so clearly not from anywhere near my lands.

Still, progress is progress. Now, to gently pry for some information… “I’m glad. You seem quite lost… might I know your name?”

“Yeah, um. I’m James. James Jordanson.” He introduces himself with a foreigner’s name, “from Hopsville.” …and a nondescript place of origin. He’s nervous. Why? I’m not likely to hurt him: He’s clearly human, foreigner that he is. “Um, and you are…?”

I can’t help it, I release a small laugh. How could he find himself in front of the Kingdom’s only Princess and not realize it? Truly, it must be a strange magic to bring him here.

“I am Arma Armelia, heir-apparent to the Kingdom of Armelia,” I answer simply, “and this is my family’s castle.” He swallows, nervous. Why? “Might I know what you’re doing here?”

“Um, I… don’t have a story you’ll believe. I fell, I think,” This was evident: I witnessed it, after all, “and just kind of… wound up here?”

I tilt my head. He seems quite confused: Was it not his magic which brought him here? It must not have been. I hope-- oh! The device in his lap buzzes, like an angry bee. Is it responsible? He brings it up to his chest in a hurry and----

the world erupts in a kaleidoscope of color and magic, leaving me gasping for

---air as I look down at my client's long, throbbing erection. My lungs pump hard with my heart, breasts bouncing up and down alongside, and I'm struck with a sensation of momentary confusion. I feel... looser, like an unwound yarn. Like a weight has been shed from my shoulders, and my burdens as a Princess seem so much simpler, and yet further away. The air tickles my skin - hardly held back by my corset and lingerie as usual - and I feel strange that it feels strange.

What was I...? Oh! My client. Client? My client.

I look down at his beautiful cock like it's the most wonderful thing in the world, because it is. It is? A man's erection is a fundamental part of-- one of the wonders of nature. What? I-- I-- my head spins. I can feel magic charging the air, seeping into and out of everything I see. This electrifying feeling stirs my- arousal, my interest. Devotion. But why? I'm a Princess Kni- I'm sworn to-- I'm---

Right! I'm a Princess Whore, I'm sworn to worship cock. I'm so lucky such a prime specimen has landed in front of me! He's a little confused, but I can see the interest in his eyes, and the arousal lifting his member.

The tingling of magic fades from the air, taking with it all the strangeness and doubt.

"Don't worry," I whisper huskily, licking my lips, and smiling as I shift in bed, leaning down... "I don't charge my boys money, just time."

With this, newest partner finally starts to stir as I slide down to kiss and service his beautiful dick. Oh he's so ready to go. He almost blew his load right then and there! I giggle. Now-now James, we're still in the foreplay step!

A little bit of magic leaves me lips - pink and rosy - and wraps around his body as I cast one of my fundamental spells. Now he won't cum until I do, and I haven't had anywhere near enough fun yet!

The night is long, and passionate, as I kiss and tease and stroke. I eventually suckle, then swallow, then mount, and by the end of it dear James is so overwhelmed he's little more aware than a dog in heat. I'm not holding together much better myself. I cast a few more spells and my mind blanks-- All of our pleasure is shared, our bodies placed into a storm of ecstacy as we mewl and howl and couple for the rest of the night.

In the midst of this chaos of euphoria, Jame's strange buzzing device slides - forgotten - under the covers and then with them onto the floor.