The princess is insatiable

At first, the princess was cautious and prudent, and she approached the red woman's breast with slow and deliberate moves, but It was not the shyness of a young and inexperienced woman, but royal pride. A princess does not lust after no man or woman, she is the one meant to be desired, the one to be followed and obeyed. Karla may be a humble and down to earth princess, but she was a princess nonetheless, and she was educated to show a certain demeanour. Even if her eyes were fixated on the nipples and trembling, even if her breath was becoming more intense and irregular as she got closer to the bosom, her hands were slow.

Her fingers caressed the underside of those rounded orbs, she probe them as one might hold a delicate cup of tea in a royal parlour, and when she tilted to properly access the nipple, she did not suck it, but sipped it, a touch of the tongue, just the tip, gentle and tactful... at first.

The taste of milk changed her, drop by drop, sip by sip. It started with her hands, the delicate gestures became harsher, her probing became rubbing, her rubbing, kneading, and soon those soft and tender fingers became claws, cruel and possessive. Nameria gasped when she felt the first bite in her nipples, her moans tainted with pain. She was about to protest when a harsh look from Lunnara deterred her and she remained quiet, soft moans mixed with tears. By now, Karla was attached to that bosom as a tick would attach itself to a warmblood's skin, her stomach and mind bloated by the magically altered milk, her perception of reality completely gone, substituted by a berserk mania, an unending lust for those bountiful orbs.

The princess was a princess no more, but a whore. She too, now belonged to the dragon.

"Are you going to fuck her now?" Asked sweet Myrce with shinny and excited eyes, doing little girly jumps while looking at the princess rump. She always loved when mommy brought her new toys and sisters.

"No, my dear." Said Lunnara. "She is going to be married and become a wise and powerful queen... We need her to remain a virgin for that."

"But I am the virgin!" Myrce pouted with sudden and childish jealousy.

"You are the lowest of whores, and that's why I love you." She took hold of her little painslut and jerked her closer, holding her by her little neck, just as she liked. The elf and the girl shared a sloppy kiss and Lunnara allowed her new form to be seen again. Her dark and draconian wings spread wide and prideful, her crown of horns adorned the sides of her head again with its glorious visage. When the kiss stopped, Myrce looked up to her in complete adoration, her eyes unfocused and teary from joy, savouring the pleasure of her neck being so gently choked by her mommy, a soft 'thank you' died in her throat. "Now, get down on your knees and eat your mother's cunt. We must reward her silence."

The girl, as always, was quick to obey, and soon she was on her knees below her quiet and still mother, slurping on her drenched folds, with sloppy enthusiasm. Malape did not dare to move a muscle or make the slightest of protest, and her eyes were still too, looking straight ahead, her face divided between a expression of pleasure and a visage of complete horror, as her own daughter licked and kissed her dampest self, swirling her tongue around her highest point. Beside her, stood the red woman, equally quiet and motionless for her own good. Both of them being devotedly served by young and deluded girls. A princess and a peasant: there was barely a difference between the two.

Lunnara stood there, gently stroking her cock with a grim, beholding the orgy of depravity that had unfolded before her. Just a prelude for what it is to come. Right at the other side of the glade, the brutal gangbang of the maid Marian had continued uninterrupted. The girl was near her very limit, but Lunnara knew it was not the time to interrupt them yet. She looked again upon the princess Karla and, just out of curiosity, lifted her skirt and lowered her royal knickers. She found just what she expected to find: A beautiful and virginal slit, still so tightly closed, still so pinkish and girly, her bush untrimmed, with little auburn hairs.

That cunt is so unused it must be unable to piss.

She pattered the beautiful slit and hided it again from the light of the sun. Then turned to visit the maid herself.

Lunnara did not need to give the order, just think about it and the men immediately stopped their brutality, disengaging their instruments from the poor woman, the soldiers stepped back and led the loyal maid fell onto the ground, her limbs trembling and her long brown hair humid and drenched in cum, as well as her face. Lunnara knelt down beside her, embracing the poor little thing.

"Please.... no mor..." The lady Marian tried to say.

"Shhh... it's ok." Said Lunnara in a sweet an motherly tone. That too was a dark elf custom. First you would expose the would be **** to an **** brutality inflicted by others, and then you would offer her salvation by yourself. That way she would see you as a figure of mercy amidst a cruel reality, and even if both actions were your doing, she would associate you only with the later. Lunnara cleared her face of cum with slow and gentle fingers and kissed her forehead with a sweet kiss.

In her deluded thoughts, Marian felt almost grateful.