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"Yes!" She cries. "Fuck me, my prince! Make me your whore!" Her words are enough to convince you, as you finally breach the lips of her pussy and are suddenly enveloped in her warmth. The wet walls of her pussy tighten around your cock as you thrust into her, again and again, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Vee cries withe each thrust. "I have always wanted this my prince, to be your dirty little cock-slut. A cunt for you to use. I knew," she moans, "I knew I was poor and useless, good for nothing for my entire life, but then I thought: What if I was able to please my prince? What use am I if I'm not simply a hole for my prince?"

Her words make your cock throb within her; you hadn't realized how powerful your mind control truly was. Unless she truly did always think like this, and maybe she had -- maybe she was always secretly thinking of your cock, rubbing herself raw at the thought of your massive head penetrating her, of giving birth to your illicit low-bred children.

"I touch myself every night thinking of you," she says as your lips lower to her perfect, pink nipples. "I want to smell every inch of you my prince, I want to taste everything, I need you everywhere, all over me. Do whatever you want to me, I am nothing but an empty, mindless husk, perfect for pleasing your royal cock. I am your ****. I am lower, even, than a ****. I will swallow every inch of you and never complain. You are the only thing I've ever wanted."

You pull your length from her, drenched in her wetness, to push yourself towards her face so that she might clean you. Immediately, her throat swallows the length of your cock, bulging down her neck, as her lips kiss the very top of your ballsack, while her hands clutch your asscheeks to steady herself. A single finger of hers presses against your asshole, and while you shiver at the touch at first, you allow her to continue, shoving one finger, then a second, inside you while her breath moans across your length. Her fingers pump in and out, creating a rhythm that forces your cock forward which each pulse; breathless tears begin to spill from her eyes but she makes no sign of stopping. She moves so that her cunt is grinding against your leg as she lies on the bed, fingers pumping into you, while your cock throbs inside the warm, wet tunnel of her throat.

You think: She was right, she truly was made for this.

"Vee, my new ****, I am about cum," you warn her, only for her to pull herself from your length.

"In me! In my cunt!" She begs, thrusting her pussy upwards as one might a plate for a lord to feast on. You see no reason not to oblige as the juices of her throat mix with the juices of her cunt while your dick plunges once again into your royal subject. Your hands lower to support her ass this time, and you think of stealing her idea, pressing a finger against the sensitive rim of her asshole as you fuck her senseless, her moans loud enough to wake the whole castle. "My prince! My prince!" She shouts. "I will give you so, so many beautiful babies..."

Her eyes roll back in her head in a moment of bliss as your cum fills her. For an instant, you are entirely together, her body pressed against your chest, entirely contained within your arms. And then you let her fall back to the bed, into the puddle of her own making, as you watch the excesses of your cum leak from her weeping snatch.

"Again," you hear her moan. "Again, my prince. Forever."

Though you do have other matters to attend to, you fear you have **** but to fuck the night away with your childhood best friend, and now your loyal ****.