The princess has a bad night

I considered my options to cover the distance between my hiding place and the tent where I knew Legs was sleeping. The grassy floor of the forest would not let me pass as silently as I'd like, knowing Stern was within fifteen feet of me and only probably asleep.

I could fly to her tent, but then I'd have to land somewhere, and all my options seemed destined to make a louder noise than walking. I was probably overthinking it, but Stern scared me. Not enough to convince me not to **** his princess, of course, but still.

Finally, I decided to simply walk across the ground. Slowly. It was a short walk, but I was determined to do it without producing a noise that exceeded the ambient sound of the wind as it rustled through the foliage. A Ranger, myself, and having Forest Lore, I had a sense for what would and would not be a suspicious noise indicating an intruder that might alert Stern.

So I spent a full fifteen minutes creeping the few feet from my hiding place to the tent. It was a surprisingly humble tent for a member of the royal family. I was able to slip between the canvas flaps without disturbing the material more than the barest whisper, and then I was inside. Finally! The tent would dampen noise a little; I just hoped it would be enough.

Climbing onto a small pack at one side of the tent, I got a good look at Legs up close. Her sleepwear was far more appropriate for a royal princess than her crude leather travel clothes had been. She wore a sleeveless shirt and matching shorts in a thin silky material dyed a pale blue. Her long, toned runner's legs that had been her name's inspiration stretched out across her sleeping pad, spread slightly apart. Her arms were a little wild. One stretched out above her head and the other bend so her hand rested beside her face on the pillow.

There wasn't any sound to be heard outside the tent. This was my moment. I wouldn't get another one.

Combining the Lore of Elves ability that reduced an elven opponent's defensive capabilities with a paralyzing bite, I hopped gently onto her belly and nipped her in the ribs. It was a very subtle bug bite, not even enough to really deal damage, and she hardly stirred as I pierced her skin.

Ranger Skill: Reduce Elven Defenses
Status Effects – Paralysis

I rotated to line up with her body, apparently tickling her as I did, because she brought her arms down to me to try to brush me away, still apparently more asleep than awake. But when I clamped several of my thin, bug-like legs down around her arms, trapping them tightly against her sides, her eyes popped open. She was foggy, but awake.

I could already tell her strength was failing her as she pulled lazily against my grip. Her royal bloodline apparently gave her a natural resilience to status effects that slowed the process, but my Elven Lore made sure she would succumb eventually.

Several thin tendrils stretched out from my underbelly, snaking around her slender body to entangle her pinned arms, drawing them across the small of her back as I curled my abdomen up so I could slip it beneath the waist of her shorts, using another thin tentacle appendage to help pull the garment out of my way.

That did it. Fully awake now, Legs dropped her chin to her chest to see what was happening to her. When she saw me, clamped down around her waist with my insect legs and dozen thin tendrils, no doubt seeing her face reflected in my shiny black eyes, her face twisted in abject horror and she opened her mouth to scream.

I'd anticipated that outcome.

A tendril as thick as her wrist protruded from my chest area. As she opened her mouth, I took advantage of my Blessing of Time to act in the space between moments. After her mouth was open, but before her voice sounded, I thrust the cock-like appendage between her teeth and filled her entire mouth with a thick ball of gooey something that I instinctively knew was intended to serve as a mating plug. But it silenced her effectively. Even perched directly on top of her as I was, I could barely hear the reverberations of her voice against the glue.

She was in a panic, kicking and flailing beneath me. Or at least, I'm sure that was her intention. With my paralyzing effect working its way through her system, all she managed was a few weak trembling motions before her strength failed her completely and she stopped moving except for a rapid, frantic breathing through her nose.

I took my time positioning myself atop her delicate, feminine body, letting my abdomen split open to reveal my sex organ: nine inches long and flexible enough to curve into a partner from any position. I took my time, slowly forcing it inside her, savoring the weak, barely-audible noises coming from her and the tender resistance of her virgin hymen as I claimed her body for myself. I took great pleasure knowing all this was happening right under the noses of two capable protectors and delighted in the screams I imagined she'd be screaming if only she could.

Every so often as I fucked her, her body trembled, or a limb twitched gently against my hold, so I knew she was fighting me with everything she had. At least, part of her was. It hadn't taken long for her flawless pussy to grow wet and welcoming, allowing me to bury my entire sex organ in her body in long, deep, forceful strokes. The **** of my thrusts rocked her body gently in time with my efforts. It was an exquisite moment, especially when I sensed all fight leave her body and she came, trembling pitifully beneath me.

She wept, I think, as I continued to **** her slowly, coiling and uncoiling my body against hers, filling her with my alien cock. Her orgasm felt good for me; apparently the smooth muscle of her vaginal canal was unaffected by the paralysis so when she came, I felt every shudder and twitch of her pleasure. So I tapped into my Mindbreak Add-on a little bit to make it happen again. She came four more times in rapid succession before I reached my own climax and I injected a carefully measured amount of my potent seed directly into her womb, making sure to seal it up as I had her mouth.

I felt the Mark of Submission form on her body. An inky black symbol magically inscribed on her flawless skin to make her mine. As the seal completed, I reached into her mind with my own.

Mark of Submission
The bearer's powers are sealed and cannot be used without my permission. The bearer must obey my orders.

Mind Control – Telepathic Command
<<You will do everything in your power to hide the fact that this happened to you. Lie. Deny it. Make something up.>>
<<Hide the Mark.>>
<<When it comes time for my children to be born, you will find a safe place to bear them and provide them a freshly killed animal to eat.>>
<<You may not harm them in any way and must continue to keep all of this a secret.>>

Her eyes opened wide as my words filled her mind. Undoubtedly, she had no idea I could communicate. She didn't respond. She couldn't have if she wanted to, and I didn't need her to. She would do as she was told.

I allowed her paralysis to begin to fade as I slipped out of her tent and fled to a cozy hiding place halfway up a tree, millimeters from the wards where I wouldn't be seen. Within minutes, I heard her coughing violently and then vomiting inside her tent. The camp stirred. I couldn't see what was happening, but I heard Stern's voice, too low to make out the words but the tone seemed concerned, and I heard the princess's reply loud and clear, albeit between labored breaths:

"I... I'm fine... No, nothing happened. It's just female issues. Don't look at me! Please just leave me. Don't touch me! Get out! Yes, that's an order!"

Stern left, and Legs began to cry softly. She wouldn't let him back into her tent.

It was likely that her pregnancy would be discovered eventually anyway, and my existence would become the talk of Elf-land's court. Stern would likely hunt me. He would probably succeed and kill me.

It would have been worth it.