Nympholympics 11 – Princess Play [Erotic Content]

The princess tried to move away from John, but all she managed to do was to sink deeper into Nathalia’s embrace. “Do not dare touch me!” she shouted.

“Or what?” the tyrant asked mockingly, grabbing her by the chin. “You will send your father’s armies at me? The men among them have sworn their loyalty to me in exchange for demon pussy and spoils. The women are learning the same truth you are.” He caressed the side of her face. She snapped at him, perfect teeth barely missing his thumb. “Still so feisty!” he complimented her. “You’ll make for a fantastic mother.”

“I know, right?!” she said, then blinked. “I mean, your empty words will not get you anything, fucktard!”

John clicked his tongue.

“I appreciate the crudeness, but such language would be irresponsible around the children.”

“I…” Eliana cleared her throat nervously, getting back into character. “Like I care what you think.”

“Evidently you do and why would you not? Your most trusted aide is now my personal cocksleeve. You are alone, without titles or power, all in the world that you can still rely on is that I find you incredibly beautiful.” The end of the monologue made the princess blush violently. She cringed back, her head suddenly framed by Nathalia’s now naked breasts. The dark nipples atop her breasts stood erect.

“Mhm… I still do not think he needs your bloodline,” the dragoness stated haughtily. “But…” She hooked a claw behind the hairpin that kept the crown braid in place. “…I see the appeal in having something as alluring as you among my bed fellows.”

“You are trying to compliment me to ****!” Eliana declared. “Stop it! It will not aid you whatsoever!”

“Perhaps words are too little. Let’s see how you react to the honest appreciation of touch.” John began to run his hands over the princess’ body. He began at the extremities. She shivered slightly when he ran his fingers over her arms, then trembled with nervousness and desire when he teased her thick thighs.

For all of her struggle, it was clear that her body was reacting to the touches he administered. “N-no…” A weak whisper was all she could produce in response to his hands brushing ever closer to her flower.

Nathalia had no such concerns. The dragoness squeezed the squishy behind of the princess through her dress immediately, then ran her hands up the sides to give appreciation to Eliana’s breasts. “So much smaller than mine, but they will swell with milk no doubt.”

The mental image of Eliana with breasts a cup size larger, leaking milk from swollen nipples, spiked John’s horniness. An involuntary moan escaped him, drawing amused gazes from his knowing partners. He needed to move this along, his aching cock insisted on it.

“Ehtra.”

At the mention of her name, the cockdrunk **** perked up from her obedient kneeling position. “Yes, Master?” she asked, voice saccharine with submission.

“If she won’t listen to us, then perhaps you have to give your former princess some advice.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and got on all fours. The broken servant knew better than to walk on her feet without permission. John put an encouraging hand on the back of the maid’s head, gesturing for her to do more with her tongue than just talk. The sex **** giggled and kissed the inside of her princess’ thighs.

“Ehtra…” Eliana moaned at the touch of her long-time servant. While Ehtra’s lips got ever closer to Eliana’s lower lips, Nathalia kneaded both breasts of the princess.

“Eliana, my princess,” the maid on the floor spoke between licks of her tongue over smooth skin. “Please, do not make my mistake and struggle against it… Fall with me… just imagine it all… you could stay in bed all day, like you always imagined… intertwined with me and the rest of the harem of the great emperor John. We’ll grow heavy together, raise our children together, get our brains turned into happy mush together. Oh, princess… let’s be more than just servant and sovereign, let’s be haremettes together.”

“You’re… insane…!” Eliana pushed out. “How can you say this… you struggled… you struggled and now you do this…?”

“I owed it to my pride to try… but when I swung at him, the truth throbbed in my womb… We are made to carry his seed… When his cock claims your virginity, you will understand!”

“I will never understand!” Eliana insisted, despite the pussy juices Ehtra lapped from her thigh. “This is madness! I feel no such… throbbing in my womb… There is no such heat in me! I do not spend a single second craving for my babymaker to be flooded with the virile seed of this tyrant.”

“She doth protest too much,” Nathalia remarked.

“That she does,” John agreed.

“You are- MHM!”

John claimed the upper lips of the princess, while guiding Ehtra up to the lower pair. Above and below, Eliana was invaded by greedy tongues. What little pushback she offered to the tyrant’s advance was as easily subverted as her father’s armies. All it took was the pleasure of the moment and her hot mouth was his to conquer in its entirety.

“That’s it, little mouse,” Nathalia whispered into Eliana’s ear. “Let the delight course through you. Feel his lips on yours, warm and eager to please. Feel their tongues, ready to find all your sensitive spots – to press them – to make you tremble in ways only we can.” She gently pulled a few strands back behind Eliana’s ear. “Do not strain against it… this is what women are supposed to feel. Pleasure, appreciation, a lack of worry… let go… be his **** not because of shackles, but because of trust. Trust John to guide you to a world of pleasure. Trust us to provide for you. To be there for you… trust…”

Eliana would have no doubt found strong words in retort, had she not been locked in place between three people. Instead, the gentle tone of the dragoness slowly pushed the pretty little princess into a trance. She was eager to receive the tongue-fucking now, no longer even putting up a token resistance. Between the heat of her lovers, she melted away.

It was time to rip the signs of her noble past off her. John bunched the fabric of her collar between his fists. A satisfyingly sharp sound confirmed the destruction of expensive fabric. John revealed pale skin down to the sternum, giving gorgeous hints of her breasts. Nathalia continued the work, cutting the dress off Eliania with her sharp claws.

Ribbons of satin fell to the ground. Bit for bit, the gorgeous form of the princess was revealed. Her smooth skin enticed the tyrant to kiss her all over. Eliana gasped. “Oh…” she pressed out a sound, **** drowned in pleasure.

“Time to marvel at our prize in her entirety,” John said, prompting Nathalia and Ehtra to back away. The dragoness stood proud behind him, while Ehtra revered her Master’s cock, both awaiting the moment that John would tear the last bit of cloth from Eliana’s waist and make the torn skirt fall. One last time, John got to enjoy the satisfying sensation of shredding cloth with his hands, then he beheld Eliana in all of her precious nudity. Thick thighs, wide hips, petite and yet endowed and a mark right on her womb.

John felt the record scratch in his head.

‘That wasn’t in the script!’ he thought, panicking for a short moment. ‘The mark is the end of scene pay-off. Oh, dammit, she just got too horny and forgot to hide it!’

Eliana panted in stunned silence. It turned to confusion, when she was stared at by all three of them. She looked down at herself and blushed ferociously. Her lower lips quivered.

‘Time to ad-lib it!’ John told himself, then let laughter rumble in his throat. It rose from there to his lips, growing ever louder as he did his very best to do a full villain laugh. “INCREDIBLE!” he roared at the end. “Absolutely incredible! I heard that the angelic blood allowed one to manifest miracles, demanded by the subconscious! To think you would use that power to bestow on yourself my mark! Truly, you are a slut to the core!”

Eliana suppressed a sigh of relief, then slipped back into her role.”V-vile lies! This is one of your tri-”

The Gamer surged forward, seizing the throat of the shackled princess. “I was going to be gentle with you, thinking you were a spoiled thing,” he spoke, dark, threatening and seductive. “However, only a truly masochistic sow would place my mark on herself like this! Your soul already knows what your mind refuses to accept: that you are made for breeding.”

The shackles opened with a loud snap, causing the princess to lose her balance. John caught her, but only to spin her around. He shoved her against the nearest wall. “Unha--- AAAHH!!” Her attempt at speaking was immediately punished with a swat to the rear. Round cheeks jiggled, hips swayed as if to entice him.

“A CUMDUMP TO THE CORE!” He gave her ass a second spank, stronger this time. Eliana howled at the ceiling. “A masochistic set of holes!” He hooked two fingers into her cheek and spanked her for the third time. “Not a person, but a pet to be owned and trained!”

“I- I’m---mhHMMMMMMMM!” That was as far she got before two fingers entered her utterly drenched pussy.

“You are even wetter than your maid was,” John derided her, while fingering the tight pussy. “She held out for you, did her best to resist, and you put on yourself my **** mark after one kiss!” He looked back at Ehtra. “Tell her what you think of that, Ehtra!”

Against John’s expectations, Ehtra clasped her hands as if in prayer. “I knew my princess was wise,” the maid swooned. “She will be yours so much faster, struggle so much less against her proper place beneath you.”

Nathalia laughed. “Well said. I will reward you for these words, pleasing our Master.”

The dragoness gave the tyrant one more knowing look, before gesturing for Ehtra to join her in a corner of the cell. There, the two haremettes would watch the scene without intervening in it. Less moving parts for John to worry about now that they were off-script.

“Ah…. Mhm… oh… so- soooo cloooooose…!” Eliana whined, squirming beneath John’s fingers.

“Did you even hear what your former servant told you?” John mocked. “Or are you this entranced by the work of my fingers?”

“I… I cannot… I need to climax…” the princess answered, voice drenched with heat.

John was expertly manipulating her sensitivity and measuring the speed of his fingers to keep her right at the edge. He grinned wickedly, watching her squirm. “Pets do not need to cum,” he told her. “But they may be allowed, if they beg their Masters.”

Eliana went rigid. She strained against the ultimate end of her humiliation. A futile exercise in willpower. Every movement of his fingers was a wave that washed over the fragile fortress of her mind, a castle build of sand.

“P-please…” she whispered.

“Hmm? I cannot hear you.”

“PLEASE!” she shouted. “Please… please let me cum!”

“You are forgetting something vital, aren’t you, ****?”

“MASTER!” Eliana shouted, way past the point of reason. “Please! Please let me cum, Master! I beg you, I beg you, let me experience bliss with your fingers!”

“Truly, you are a slut made to be broken. It is a wonder no one even tried before. I do pity you. A halfway dominant man could have taken you years ago.” John grinned. “Fortunately for me they did not. Alas, your request is denied.”

“Wha-?” Eliana was thrown to the ground, landing on the shreds of her former dress. She shot up to a kneeling position. “I begged, as you-“

She stopped, wide-eyed and slack-jawed when she came face to face with his erection. John was a well-endowed man and the scene had his cock hard to a degree that it took all of his own willpower not to break with the roleplay and rut into Eliana immediately. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of his cock.

“You will get bliss – all you need to do is beg for me to breed you.”

Eliana was panting. She was staring at his cock. John couldn’t tell whether she just crashed out of her role or if this was the logical endpoint of the princess as she had been portrayed. A distinction without a difference, in the end.

Eliana practically threw herself onto her back. “Breed me!” She pulled her knees up to her shoulders. “Breed me!” Her feet pointed into the air. “Master, please…” she secured the position of her legs by slinging her arms around them, “…breed your pet!” Her pubic mound was a third curve between the plump halves of her ass.

There was no patience left in the tyrant. He descended on the princess and claimed her virginity with a single, harsh thrust. Eliana screamed, completely dissolved in the ecstasy of the moment. Her eyes rolled up as she was finally allowed to climax. She squirted all over his cock. He began to fuck her before the climax had even reached its zenith.

A zenith that was impossible to find. He was rutting into her like a man possessed. “YES! This is the cunt of my dear broken angel!” he shouted, not sure if he was playing the roll or giving his true thoughts. Once more, a distinction without a difference. “I will fill you up every day for a hundred years! This tight pussy belongs to me and me alone! You will know bliss and nothing else, I swear it!”

“YEEEEEEEEEESHHHH!” Eliana was a gushing, screaming mess without a hint of independence. She was lying beneath him, keeping her ass raised so every thrust of the mating press scratched her deepest itches. Pussy juices marked her lower body and soaked into the garb of the tyrant. He discarded it with a few magical gestures, making sure he could feel her thighs quake every time he drove into her.

He put a hand on the throat of the masochistic cocksleeve. Just when it had looked like the princess could not get any more depraved, her whole body spasmed at the denial of air. Ecstasy was written into every twitch of her adorable features.

“Here it comes!” John shouted. “The seed of your Master! Delight in it!”

Eliana nodded as best she could while getting choked. Her pussy was massaging his cock with intense undulations. From the roots of her feet to her curled toes, she was built to draw his cum out and he gave it to her with one last, mighty thrust.

The smacks of their joining hips came to a stop. A sinful silence entered in its place. All breaths were held, all muscles tensed, and even the rushing of blood in John’s ears had become inaudible white noise. There was only the moment of his seed rushing up his cock and flooding his Eliana’s eagerly awaiting womb.

One second bled into the next. Only the draining of his balls into her proved that time was still passing. He was cumming and cumming, leaving no drop inside himself.

“Now…” he breathed out slowly, “…onto the conquest of all worlds.”

“Yes, Master,” Eliana moaned.

End Scene.