Rules of Engagement

Sahariel stood sipping her wine amidst the hubbub of the entry hall. If she braced her left hand across her body just right, it kept her pulsing cock pressed up against her torso. Hopefully the shape of it was lost in the folds of her dress. Crossing her arm the way she was had the effect of pushing her massive rose-pink tits against the thin material of her dress. Everyone was so busy looking at her bursting cleavage, erect nipples straining to pierce through, that they didn’t even notice her face. Much less her leaky dick.

She felt the hem of her dress starting to ride up past the swell of her bulbous ass cheeks, but there was no time for that now. She needed to clear her mind, slow her heart rate, and make sure precum wasn’t leaking through her slutty dress. She sipped the cool white wine in her right hand, but she could still taste her mother’s pussy and her father’s cum. She shivered as her cock leaked a dollop of clear liquid, forming a dark spot on her dress..

Sahariel! Clear your head! She screamed at herself while desperately attempting to look like a composed wallflower holding a glass of wine elegantly. She knew what she must really look like. Face flushed, anus quivering around the metal plug snug against her prostate, her areolae starting to peep past the tiny triangles of fabric meant to contain them, she tried to focus on getting her shaky breathing to slow down. The rush past the public had been terrifying and exciting, and she still couldn’t get her arousal under control. She had never felt this horny before in her life! It had to have been that mushroom from earlier. Sahariel felt her lower lip start to tremble in a fit of overwhelming frustration, lust, excitement, and… something else she was afraid to explore. The surge of emotion threatened to break her resolve, to leave her crying in shame pawing at her aching cock in the middle of the. She focused on the more pressing task: controlling her base needs.

Truth be told, giving in to her urges seemed to make things a bit easier so far. She remembered the thick cock plowing down her throat as her knees rubbed against the carpet of the carriage. Her hands clasped tightly behind her back as she rocked her face back and forth on her father’s member. Each gyration of her hips drove the dense butt plug harder against her throbbing prostate as her massive denied cock throbbed in a never ending river of precum. The Queen’s voice calling her a slut whore abomination fuck-hole, and each curse and insult only made her aching futa-cock spasm. She gagged for breath and squinted her eyes, trying to focus on getting her father to shoot down her throat as quickly as possible.

Her mind had been clouded by the ever growing arousal since she was paraded down to her parents by the maid. The feeling of her body, her unfashionably lush body, sliding gently across the thin material of her dress. The feel of air around her swinging ball sack in the tiny skirt. The eyes that roamed over her in the hallway by the serving staff and minor nobility, most of them barely taking in her face with the amount of skin she was revealing. Knowing that they were judging her. Thinking she was a slut. Whore. ****, even. The eyes of her parents fueled it even higher, and being seated on the floor of the carriage gagging on her father’s cock while her mother called her a waste of an investment. The heat inside her seemed capable of rising endlessly without ever reaching a boiling point.

She had to keep it under control. She couldn’t let her mother know how humiliating her sister’s commands were. She couldn’t let her mother see her reach the edge, no matter how badly she ached to touch her throbbing member. It bobbed pitifully in the air beneath her jiggling tits, precum steadily oozing from the tip as it practically vibrated with need. Princess Sahariel gripped her hands behind her back as tightly as she could, her mother’s request keeping her hands off of her **** member. She had been **** to edge multiple times a day for nearly two weeks without release at this point. Her mind had become hazy, and nonsensical. All she could focus on was sucking the dick in front of her, keeping her hands clasped behind her back, and making sure she didn’t cum. It was like the world faded away, and all she could experience was the aching pleasure of her denied orgasm and the sexual satisfaction of pleasing someone else at her own expense. Her lack of pleasure only fuels her desire to please the cock in front of her, which only makes her even hornier. It felt like she could hover in this place forever, serving dicks and focusing on denying her own needs.

But then her mother had done something different.

“This disgusting horse cock!” The Queen mocked as she pressed the ball of her bare foot down onto the head of the Princess’s taut cockhead, driving it into the carpet. Sahariel couldn’t take it anymore, she felt herself surge into the edge of orgasm, hovering just on the precipice of pleasure.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” She lowed from the depths of her soul. Her balls ached and her skin was on fire! She could feel muscles in her abdomen spasming in need at her umpteenth denied orgasm.

The frenetic motion in the carriage slowed, then stopped. Queen Nahariels delicate foot paused, the ball of her foot pinning her daughter’s cock to the carpet. Her father’s penis pulsed in her mouth as she spasmed, coming down from the edge of her orgasm. Princess Sahariel blinked watery eyes and gazed up at her looming parents, she started to recognize the expression on their faces. Her hips spasmed and her dick leaked clear fuck slop.

Her mother’s gentle hand stopped to slowly caress her face.

“Sweetling, why did I just hear the sound of a… cow?” she inquired delicately.

The Princess swallowed.

“Ash set my commands this morning.” She murmured through a shaky breath, her eyes darting back and forth between her mother’s strange gaze and her father’s swaying dick. The Queen waited patiently for an agonizing moment, she was all too familiar with this particular daughter.

“She said I could only cum with permission from the royal family,” Queen Nahariel nodded in reply, urging her daughter past the obvious.

“I had to eat whatever food was offered to me no matter what.” The Queen smirked and rolled her eyes. She had been enjoying watching the girl struggle to maintain some semblance of modesty and decorum with her assets steadily expanding.

“And, uh, whenever I’m, ah, close to cumming I have to…” the princess looked down, unable to meet the eyes of her parents, despite the debauchery of the situation. Her view was only met with her own massive throbbing futa cock. Her obscene dick jutted forward from the pathetic confines of her tiny skirt, throbbing and angry as it pulsed clear fluid from underneath her mother’s elegant foot.

“I have to moo like a cow.”

“Oh darling! You poor thing!” Nahariel cried. The queen’s left hand stroked the soft cheek of her beautiful whorish daughter. Sahariel gazed up in confused arousal, barely aware of the spark of hope she was experiencing. Her dark eyes dilated into twin pools of lust.

“That must be so… humiliating! A woman of your station, breeding, and power, **** to make the sound of a common barn animal when she loses control of her giant cock. My poor baby!”

The Queen’s hand drifted down and around to the back of Sahariel’s neck, at the very tip of the spidery script that marked her binding.

“Here I am trying to make you learn some self control over your cursed cock in the vain hope that you could be a halfway decent queen after I’m gone, but here you are dealing with petty whispers and personally humiliating antics. What a fool I was to think that you even had a chance.”

Princess Sahariel was starting to fidget, her eyes wide and wet and shaking. She knew this was coming; her mother never actually showed compassion. Sahariel’s breasts pressed against her tiny top, her nipples sending delightful shivers through her spine to her pelvis as the skin of her massive tits ached under the lascivious glare of her parents. Her mother’s berating words were having an effect on her as well: she felt her aching balls pulse in anticipation.

“Now that we’re all on the same page, my darling, let me tell you how this is going to proceed.”

Sahariel’s hips pumped and she felt the constant intrusion of the heavy plug massage a spurt of precum from her throbbing tip.

“You are going to ram your father’s dick as deep down your throat as you can, and I am going to help you.”

Queen Nahariel tightened her grip around the back of her daughter’s neck. Sahariel unwittingly let out a low moan, almost a whisper, as she stared up into the visage of her mother. Sahariel felt a gently increasing pressure on the head of her sensitive penis, but her mother’s firm hand kept her eyes focused on her words, her full lips, her commands. The Queen mother shifted her weight to reach more firmly around the back of her daughter’s head. Sahariel felt her mother’s fingers snake and tickle through her glossy black hair.

“And while all of that is going on, I am going to stomp your disgusting abomination of a cock into the floor of this carriage.”

Sahariel gasped as she felt her mother’s big toe gently grind the frenulum of her penis lightly against the thin carriage carpet. The friction irritated her cockhead and sent powerful jolts of pleasure down the princess’s shaft and her boiling testicles. The edge of orgasm rose up like an impossible tsunami and Sahariel was powerless in the face of it. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath to scream, or moo, or possibly both. Suddenly she was gasping on the thick trunk of demon cock that had plowed into her open mouth. It slid down her throat as her mother began jack hammering Sahariel’s face into her father’s crotch.

Her full lips wrapped tight around the thick shaft, tears streaming from her eyes as clear pre cum practically fountained from her straining cockhead, her body followed the pendant’s commands.

“MOOOOAAAAOOOOOOOAOUUOUO!!!”

“That’s right you little cow whore! Suck your father’s cock you gross fat titted slut!”

Her mother rammed her down to the base of her father’s thick cock and paused briefly before the return trip back for air that left Sahariel gasping.

The Queen mother paused briefly to let her daughter get her bearings.

“Now get back on that dick and moo like the little heifer you are, and maybe, just maybe, I can adjust some of those pesky commands for you.”

Sahariel’s eyes widened as she was plunged back onto her father’s cock, trying as hard as she could to hilt him like her mother instructed before the next animal noise erupted from deep within her stretched throat.

After an emergency stop to make Sahariel a modicum more presentable, they quickly arrived at the opera house. The crowds were there for the usual fanfare of the red carpet. An opportunity for wealthy humans and upwardly mobile Redeemed to mingle with real power. This was supposed to be a day celebrating her debut into courtly life, but that was hardly how Sahariel felt at the moment.

Her nipples continued to remain throbbing bullets tenting the thin fabric of her gray knit dress, and her dangerously hard futa cock jutted obscenely as it lifted the hem of her skirt. She sat with her back straight on the bench of the carriage causing her massive tits to stretch the already taxed fabric of her dress and tried to take slow controlled breaths. Sahariel kept her hands resting palm down on her shapely thighs, but they fidgeted and made tiny curling motions whenever her hips twitched in pathetic desperation.

Sahariel’s shaft and raw cockhead had finally softened enough that she no longer needed to keep her shameful appendage pressed against her chest. The princess focused on timing her breathing and ignoring the sensation of her sensitive cock head swinging delicately beneath her straining skirt. She wondered if the slick shine of pre-fuck would catch the candle light… maybe get someone interested. Someone kind. Someone who would gently stroke her to the edge and finally give her permission…

She became violently aware of the stiffness of her nipples and felt a surge of arousal flow back into her perpetually teased dick. That was the other issue, she thought. Now there was a glimmer of hope and it made this whole situation so much more difficult for her. Right before she had stepped out of the carriage into the eyes of the public, her mother had changed her commands. Her skin pimpled at the memory of her mother's lips whispering in her ear.

Rule 1: You may only orgasm if you are granted permission by a member of the royal family or a guest at tonight’s opera.

Rule 2: Eat or drink whatever is offered to you if it will not be a direct threat to your health.

Sahariel resisted the urge to drink from her gently fizzing champagne flute. Serving staff don’t like to bother a demon who already has their hands full, no matter how ridiculously they are dressed.

Rule 3…