You fuck her pussy

Alexa’s body trembled in front of the father as the last whisper of elven silk settled on the stone. Her bare shoulders glistened under the sunlight, the blue veins of her thin wrists vivid as she braced herself on her father’s shoulders. While the King’s eyes continued to endlessly study the sky in order to not see his daughter’s exposed womanly features, his jaw twitched with every sound you made. His fingers bunched the fabric of his robe so tightly that the knuckles bled white, yet he would not lower his head, not even when his daughter’s breath began to rasp with anxious shame.

As you admire her exquisite, round ass and slender frame, it was so amazing that you didn’t want to leave it untouched. But just looking at it, and after what you experienced with her last time you fucked her, she was already angry at you, making her hate you for making her have painful sex right in front of her father was just too much. But still, she is looking too sexy for you not to fuck her. So you silently tap her bare shoulder. The gesture was gentle, but she still flinched as if you’d struck her. She glanced back, wide-eyed, cheeks blotched with color as if she had just run miles despite not even being slightly out of breath. The look in your eyes must have said it all because she then bent forward, and pressing her palm atop her father’s knees for support as her hair spilled over her face, hiding the worst of her shameful tears.

You knelt behind her, one hand spreading the perfect halves of her ass, the other holding her lower back in place. She must have known what you had planned because she lifted her pussy right into your slight line so you could easily slip your cock inside of her pussy right in front of her father.

When you push the tip of your cock against her, her entire body tenses, so knowing she can hear your thoughts, you think, ‘I want you to show your father how you can enjoy your cock.’

For a moment, you swear she will rebel, will scream, will claw at you with those delicate hands, and finally make this spectacle the disaster it always threatened to be as she looks up at you with anger in her eyes, while her mind hurls mind hurls a litany of elvish curses at you, but her body is loyal to the spell’s binding. And she parts her thighs wider, arching her back so that her ass presents itself to you, making it easier for you to slide your cock deeper into her tight pussy.

You lean into her, feeling the sticky heat of her shame and hatred mingling in the air, and then you are inside her: not gently, not with the slow, coaxing patience you’d offered in private, but with the absolute authority that would burn this moment into every mind present.

Inside your mind, you hear her think ‘You’re the biggest scum of the earth.’ but her mouth follows your command and moans, “Ohhhh, so gooooood!” as you gently nudge yourself deeper inside of her. The sensation of her, clutching, wetting, soft as mourning silk, makes your breath catch, but even that is nothing next to the honey-thick litany of her shame threading into yours. Slide your cock deeper inside of her.

You draw out slow, knowing she’s forced to savor every inch, every coarse hair of humiliation, and then glide in again, deliberate, dragging your cock through the slick heat of her. The second pass, she’s wetter still, her thighs trembling. This time, she moans, “Yeah… just like that… you’re making my pussy feel so good with your big dick,” and the words are so raw, so base, that the king jerks as if struck.

The king had never heard his daughter swear, so hearing such vulgarity out of his daughter was such a shock that his eyes darted down, and the instant he made contact with Alexa’s face, you could feel the pulse of her horror inside her head. ‘No, please make him look away!’

But you refuse her even this, thinking, ‘No, this is for the best, just keep it up,’ and she does—her body moving on you with a fervor even as her whole body bends to the pleasure from every thrust.

You grip her slender hips and set a smooth rhythm of thrusting. She tries to steady her pleasure-filled body, palm flattening harder on her father’s knees as your cock impales her, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing faintly in the open air.

As her pussy starts to shake around your shaft, she quickly starts moaning, “Please, I’m so close… so fucking close to cumming… I want you to cum with me… Please cum with me… Please fill me up as I cum…”

But inside her mind, you hear her screaming, ‘PLEASE DON’T LISTEN!’ As her father looks down at her him shock and horror as if he didn’t know this elf before him.

You grip the princess’s waist, knuckles pale on her hips, and drive her down to the hilt, filling her with one forceful, final thrust. The heat, the pulse, the impossible tightness of her, the way every shudder of her pelvis transmits up your spine, it all comes to a head. You couldn’t listen to her pleading even if you wanted to, and you cum, hard, your cock spurting deep inside her as her own orgasm shatters through her. She keens a high, trembling moan, every muscle in her body locking as she milks your cock for every drop. You hear her thoughts, now a chorus of horror and shame. Her hands clutch her father’s knees so tightly you fear she might break them, and her knuckles go blue. The king's face is a rictus of agony as he witnesses his daughter’s humiliation, and the tremor of your mutual climax seems to shake the very air of the grand chamber.

Alexa’s legs give out, and she slumps forward, resting her forehead on her father’s knees, body convulsing with aftershocks. Your cum leaks from her, running down her thighs in pearlescent rivulets, spattering the cold stone beneath her feet. The king looks down, mouth opening and closing, hands trembling like old leaves in a storm, and then, finally, he slumps his shoulders in defeat, as he cannot deny that the elf in front of him is his daughter despite her strange actions.

As you both slowly come down for your orgasm, you think to her, ‘When I pull out of you, I want you to quickly get dressed and then hug me like I am the love of your life and you can’t stand to be away from me even for a second.’

‘And why would I ever do that to a scum of a man like you?’ She snaps.

‘Just take a second to think. We can use that as an explanation of why you are doing these things, unless you want to tell your father the real reason. Like the curse.’

‘No, I don’t, so ok I’ll do it.’ She whimpers inside her head.

She does exactly what you told her, and she puts on such a performance that it leaves no doubt in her father’s mind: “Alexa, my daughter, did you really choose this man to be your mate?”

“It sure looks like it,” she smiles as she says while holding you

“But why…”

She just smiles and winks at him, before turning to you and saying, “We should go.” It’s clear she doesn’t want to talk to her father anymore out of shame.