Following Directions

Princess Sahariel leaned forward in her kneeling position on the floor of the rocking carriage. Her straining cock had easily lifted the hem of her tiny skirt and was leaking rivulets of precum as the metal plug in her ass gently massaged her prostate. She felt like her breasts had already grown beyond the limits of her small excuse for a dress since her maid had fed her cheesecake and that strange mushroom. Sahariel kept her hands behind her back as instructed as she stared at the rhythmic joining of her parents, mouth slack and her breath huffing out in shallow gasps.

Her father Telhazarim slowly worked his girthy member through the slick folds of her mother’s swollen cunt. Sahariel was hypnotized by the subtle motions of her mother’s hips as she gyrated on the powerful cock. The more the queen’s hips increased their speed, the slower her father would lift her up and down his thick shaft. Her mother began to moan in frustrated need as Telhazarim kept her agonizingly close to her own orgasm but would never quite let her get there on her own. Queen Nahariel gritted her teeth in frustration and delighted in how helpless she felt. Each stroke of his fat cock past her g-spot felt her surrendering more and more control. Goddess, she needed this. Especially with her little whore daughter stressing her out all the time.

Sahariel began unconsciously releasing small whimpers from the back of her throat. She had been rocking her hips back and forth in her kneeling position in the rocking carriage, savoring the metal plug deep in her ass massaging her most sensitive areas. Her straining tool jutted obscenely forward, lifting her tiny skirt past her ass and streaming precum from its swollen head. Her body was on fire and she could barely think through the fog of fuck coursing through her lungs, her veins. Somehow her jiggling oversized tits remained barely contained in the tiny halter top. However, the straps supporting her straining top crossed at the front of her neck and tied at the nape. The constant wobbling and swaying kept a rhythmic pressure pushing on the blood vessels in her neck making her dizzy and horny. Sahariel’s whimpers turned to quiet moans of desire.

Nahariel moaned along with her kneeling daughter. Through her haze of lust she saw the busty demoness thrusting her impossible girlcock in futile desperation. The slutty princess’s bulbous ass flexed as Sahariel pumped her hips, craving stimulation but unwilling to disobey her mother’s orders to keep her hands behind her back. Nahariel felt her consort, the only man she had chosen to lie with for the last 20 years, slow her movements against his pulsing member. She whined pitifully but knew better than to complain. The Queen of the most powerful military on the continent was at his mercy. Telhazarim slowly allowed Nahariel to slide all the way to the base of his thick cock. She gasped and began rocking her hips frantically trying to reach her own orgasm before Tel lifted her far enough off his thick member for her cresting orgasm to shrink back into her rocking pelvis.

Queen Nahariel wailed! She was so close! The cock inside her resumed gentle deep strokes, keeping her excitement high without letting her have a chance of peaking. Nahariel grunted, hands gripping her consort’s horns, white knuckled in frustration. She glared at her pitiful daughter, kneeling like the little bitch **** she was. The pussy licking little whore thought she was fit to rule. Thought she was fit to wear the crown and lead.

“Get over here slut!”

Sahariel’s body reacted before her conscious brain could process what was going on. She shimmied forward on her knees, bringing her face inches away from the steady roll of her father’s hips and her mother’s quivering pussy. Her throbbing cock twitched, and her hands remained behind her back.

“Does my little slut want to cum?” Nahariel moaned to her daughter as Tel’s thick cock caused seismic quakes throughout her body.

“Yes ma’am, I would very much like to cum please.” she said meekly, her voice breaking at the end of the sentence.

Nahariel let out a shuddering gasp as her consort brought her to a razor’s edge before bringing her back from the hope of blissful release.

“If y-you’re a good girl, and do everything I say in the carriage, I might give you a chance to cum tonight.” The queen’s voice quavered.

“Yes! Yes ma’am! Please ma’am! Please!” she begged. She just wanted a chance, the hope of release.

The Queen’s eyes gleamed through her simmering arousal.

“Then start licking mommy’s pussy.”