Stop by the kitchen first

Sahariel stood in one of the bustling kitchens nestled in the heart of the fortress. She teetered in the impractical heels Agatha had paired with her already scandalous outfit. The embarrassed princess felt every change in the air against her exposed skin. She felt a shudder start in her belly and send shivers throughout her body, her large tits shook and her nipples crinkled to attention as she fought to keep her large cock under control.

The various kitchen staff, all human, averted their gaze and hushed their conversations. They were happy to make jokes and comments about the rumors circling the first born and technical heir to the throne when she wasn’t in the room. Having her royal highness physically present was another matter entirely. They were all very aware that if the Queen Mother felt her family was openly disrespected by lowly kitchen workers, there would be swift and dire consequences.

“What have you had a chance to eat today your majesty?” Agatha gently inquired.

Sahariel swallowed. “I wasn’t in my room when breakfast was delivered so I skipped that meal. At noon I had a small salad with seared chicken breast.”

“My goodness your highness! Surely that is not enough food before your evening out. How will you hobnob with the other members of the Redeemed Court if you can barely stand? I’ll get you something to eat, I insist.” Agatha quickly flagged down a white aproned kitchen runner and whispered instructions.

Sahariel could only stand with a feeling of dread as she felt her dick twitch under her tiny skirt. She focused on keeping her dangling cock as soft as possible. It had been so long since she had cum! Twelve days with no relief was bad enough, but almost every day she had been **** to tease herself to the brink of orgasm for hours. At this point her impractically large dick was almost always leaking slippery precum, and it was becoming more and more of a challenge to keep the monster under control. She felt the air circulate around her aching testicles, the furtive glances from the commoners working in the kitchen, and the looks of desire in every pair of eyes as they glanced at her slutty attire. She shivered and felt her balls contract as her cock began to swell…

“While we’re waiting, your majesty.” Agatha snapped Sahariel out of her reverie. “I have a small snack for you to enjoy, I bought it especially for you.” The maid smiled sweetly.

Agatha produced a small red capped mushroom from one of the pouches at the belt of her uniform. Sahariel eyed the mushroom suspiciously, even as her stomach gurgled with hunger.

“Open wide your majesty!” Agatha cheerily intoned. The commands **** Sahariel to part her full lips. She blushed as her maid carefully fed the small mushroom to her, like an infant. The mushroom was dry and bitter on her tongue, but she was compelled to chew and swallow it in its entirety.

“Now what do we say when we receive a gift, your highness? I know the Queen Mother does not wish you to be rude.” Sahariel swallowed and blushed as she felt the eyes of everyone present watching the exchange. Her generous tits strained against the too small top as her nipples felt like they were poking holes through the thin material.

“Thank you for the snack Miss Agatha.” It really wasn’t much, and she was beginning to wonder why the maid had insisted she eat such a small and frankly unpleasant item. Normally the serving staff liked to feed her rich foods to encourage growth in her already large chest. This was out of character.

The kitchen boy emerged from the cellar carrying a covered silver tray which he quickly placed in front of Princess Sahariel and Agatha. The maid shooed the boy off to return to his duties and she unceremoniously lifted the cover on the tray.

Sahariel sighed in defeat. This was more of what she expected from Agatha.

A chocolate cake decorated in thick layers of frosting rose ominously from the serving dish. Agatha quickly removed a particularly large slice and slid the wobbling tower of sugar and fat towards the princess.

“Eat up your majesty, you’ll need the energy.” the maid said with her tiny half smile.

Sahariel found herself lifting a fork and methodically eating the entire piece of cake. It was delicious. As a child she had always had a sweet tooth, but now that innocent pleasure of youth was dangerous as an adult. She had purposefully woken early to go exercise this morning so that she would not be subjected to the kitchen’s lavish breakfast, and she had fed herself lunch by making a request to a random house maid who was not aware of the new changes in the royal family. Princess Sahariel worried that something this rich might have immediate consequences before the day was out.

“Don’t forget seconds your majesty!"

Queen Nahariel quietly fumed as she waited for her daughter, walking back and forth in front of the statuesque stillness of her Consort Telhazarim. Her long diaphanous gown flowed across the floor as she paced, hugging her her wide hips and narrow waist. The demon in his white military dress uniform remained still, his yellow eyes tracking her movement across the granite floor on an impassive crimson face.

“Of course she’ll fail.” She repeated. “That’s the whole point. We knew as soon as she could speak what her nature was. She doesn’t have any of the steel necessary to rule the kingdom, much less herself.” She flipped a stray tendril of her flowing brown hair back into place with irritation.

The slab of a demon behind her continued his silence. He knew this explanation was not for him. He had already reached the same conclusion that she had regarding the problem of Sahariel. She was the firstborn, and she could not rule.

The Queen turned to glare at her Consort. “Don’t. I know the propaganda campaigns and carefully released stories have only made it more difficult for me. Us. She needs to be disgraced organically. Naturally.” She resumed pacing as they waited for the carriage that would take them to the Opera. Sahariel needed to be displayed on her own this time, without the careful coordination of her few previous outings from her youth.

Tel stared impassively. On the surface this made a type of sense, but he knew the effect the heir apparent was having on her mother. She could hardly keep her hands off of him. She had even summoned him out of a staff meeting with his generals just so he could calm the dripping need between her legs. Something about commanding and humiliating her daughter drove Queen Nahariel wild with lust. He had to admit, he felt it too. The princess seemed to bring it out of everyone. An aura she radiated that demanded to be abused, used, humiliated, and tortured for the pleasure of others.

He felt his own manhood twitch against his thigh at the thought of the curvaceous princess. She was his daughter, but even he could not resist the feelings that her dark eyes and soft body inflamed in him.

One of the special princess maids wearing the new uniforms ordered by the Queen scurried in with a bewildered looking Sahariel. As the princess tottered toward her waiting parents, High Marshall Telhazarim felt his thick cock harden in the confines of his starched military uniform.

Quen Nahariel maintained her mask of quiet fury as she looked at her slutty daughter’s attire. Her massive breasts were pushing the tiny excuse of a dress to its limit, and they jiggled and shifted constantly under the weak tension of the halter dress. And the skirt! She could see Sahariel trying to pull the hem down to mid thigh, but it rode up with the swaying movement of her hips and tits, threatening to reveal the bottom of her bulbous ass or her other more shameful charms.

The Queen felt her pulse quicken and her face flush. This little slut. What was she doing dressed like this for her evening out in public? Had she simply accepted her situation? Where was her fight? Her will? It’s like she wanted everyone to know what she was: A Submissive Masochistic Whore! She felt a tingle in her lower belly and she felt her pulse pound between her legs.

“Your grace, I present the Princess Sahariel Quentax. Heir Apparent and first in line for the Throne of Elegar.” Agatha bowed deeply to her Demon betters.

“What is the meaning of this outfit?” The Queen’s icy blue eyes bored into Sahariel who looked down and away, her rosy pink skin darkening under her mother’s scrutinizing glare.

Agatha cleared her throat, “Forgive me your majesty, but of the options she was presented with, this was the outfit she felt was most appropriate.” The maid kept her face impassive and her head lowered, the picture of a subservient maid.

There was a brief pause punctuated only by the stamping hooves of the felhorses attached to the royal carriage. Nahariel, Queen of Elegar and First among the Redeemed, glared at her disappointment of a daughter.

“Is this true?” she asked icily.

Sahariel was having difficulty answering. Her breathing came in shallow gasps and she felt her heavy tits struggling against the miniscule confines of her dress. Her skin prickled and tingled. Every movement of the clothing against her skin fueled her growing arousal. She shivered as she felt her nipples somehow stiffen even more beneath covering of her dress as she felt basked in the humiliating judgment of her mother. A surge of hot precum leaked from the tip of her growing cock, audibly dripping onto the courtyard stones. She tried to form the words to answer her mother. The Vow of Sephiria compelled her to answer, but she could barely control her body with the heat of her growing lust. Was this the mushroom from earlier?

“Ye- Y- Yes! Buh-” She stammered. Her teeth chattered with need as her cock began to harden quickly, lifting the hem of her dress. Precum continued to slowly leak from her long denied cock as it quickly rose to full mast, arch back towards her heaving breasts. Her small hands gripped the hem of dress, trying to lower it back down against the monster rising against it. Her ridiculous cock proved too much of course, and her dress lifted obscenely exposing her round bubble butt, heavy testicles continuing to churn out slick precum, and her denied member.

“Enough!” Nahariel’s nostrils flared and she felt moisture begin to seep onto her thighs beneath her dress. She would need to address that on the way to the opera, but that was what her Consort was for. For now, she felt an overwhelming urge to punish the princess for her wanton behavior. She could not say why, or explain it rationally, but this little cunt needed to be put in her place.

“Maid, bring the special box in my wardrobe down here and be quick about it.” Agatha hurried off with a small smile on her lips.

Telhazarim sighed in exasperation despite the erection he carefully adjusted. He motioned for a nearby guard to send word to the Opera house that the Queen would be delayed. It was not like they would start without her, and he was sure all of the Houses of the Redeemed and wealthy human merchants would be abuzz with anticipation to have a rare glimpse of the firstborn. Despite all of Nahariel’s best efforts, rumors still circulated about the princess.

He could see how Princess Sahariel was affecting her mother. Despite all her icy frustration, he could see the queen’s nipples tenting the thin fabric of her dress, how the hand resting on her hip kept sliding down to her crotch only to be returned to its original position when she became aware of it. He smiled quietly to himself. He was sure he would need to tend to the Queen once they were in the carriage. They had done it before, but not with the Princess present.

Princess Sahariel could only stand there trembling and trying to find the means to master herself under the pressure of her intense lust. Being seen like this by her mother, her father, the house staff, the guards, the carriage driver, all of it only seemed to fuel her arousal. Her dress felt like it was getting tighter in the chest as her areola threatened to reveal themselves in the tiny outfit.

Agatha quickly returned with a large black lacquered box inlaid with elaborate gold trim. She presented the box and opened the smooth lid revealing its contents to the Queen.

Nahariel’s tone softened slightly, “Turn around and bend over sweetling.”

Sahariel’s lust-addled mind was helpless to resist. Her breath came in tiny gasps and her hips twitched uncontrollably. Her dark eyes were unfocused and her slack lips were parted. All she could think about was sex. She turned around and bent over just like her mother asked. She felt her tits shift out of her dress, erect nipples jutting free in the cool evening air.

Queen Nahariel stared at her daughter’s beautifully full ass. The heavy ball sack would be better suited on a horse, and she could see the princess’ smooth anus pulse and flex with unspent fuck-lust. Perhaps one day Sahariel would learn to control her raging impulses and be the Queen that Elegar needed, but the Queen doubted it.

She took a gleaming metal butt plug from the black box. At its base a violet gemstone glittered in the setting sun.

This little slut was going to have a difficult ride in the carriage, she thought to herself.