A Non-Regulation Third Base

You've had your share of sexual experience. Sure, your early forays could be charitably classified as 'fumbling', and you can't claim to a world-class ladykiller or anything like that. But the point remains that you're no blushing virgin.

Still. 'Girls with Tail Pussies' is not a niche you've had much experience with. Though honestly, once the sheer novelty of your situation fades a bit, how different could it be from a normal vagina? You've done stuff with those before. You slowly draw your fingers up the plump lips blooming at the end of Princess Lin's plush tail, glancing at the elegant royal as you gently toy with her fat button of a clitoris. Sure enough, the girl shivers in what can only be bliss, eyelids fluttering and shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Okay, awesome.

You can't resist a little half-smile as you slowly spread Lin's increasingly soaked petals apart. "Does this please you, Princess?"

"Y-yes, I mmmm~..." Lin can't hold back her throaty moan as you carefully start to plumb her sweltering depths with your middle finger, her velvety folds quivering with each caress. She straightens up when Geas primly clears her throat, the princess looking a little sheepish as she accepts the folding hand fan the floating ball of magic produces from within herself. She snaps the fan open to cover the lower half of her face, once again as polished and proper as the ideal princess should be. "Yes, good Sir. It is very pleasant indeed."

The fact that she can present such a composed front even while you've got two fingers buried to the hilt inside of her is amazing. She doesn't even tremble when you sink in the third and set to pumping them in and out of her delighted pussy. Good God, she is fucking poised. The contrast between her self-assured body language and her obscenely squelching genitals is very nearly as impressive as it is unbearably sexy.

You're struck by a vision: The two of you are seated next to one another at a royal banquet, Princess Lin the very picture of perfection from above the table, while below your rock-hard cock squishes messily into her tail's sinful hole. She doesn't lose a beat above or below even when she stands to deliver a speech, her calm smile not wavering for a moment as you dump a massive load of cum into her hungry tail and all of the unaware gathered nobility breaks into polite applause.

Yeah, okay. It's fucking decided: You are sticking by Princess Lin's side, and you do not care even a little about what you have to do to stay there. Like, you're fully aware that she's apparently the daughter of someone called 'The King of All Monsters'? And him straight up destroying kingdoms has already been mentioned once or twice? Most people would probably consider those red flags. Not you, though. You're throwing in your lot with this girl, with her cool, regal beauty and drippingly hot tail. If a couple kingdoms get destroyed in the process, then that's on those fuckin' kingdoms.

The faintest little grunt is the only slip in Lin's dignified demeanor as her tail pussy gushes in a massive orgasm, a veritable tidal wave of thick girlcum erupting from her heaving folds to drench both her tail and the stone bench you're seated on. The princess sighs in deep satisfaction, her drooling tail still weakly sputtering out wetness as she passes her fan back to Geas. "There now. Do you feel properly rewarded, Sir?"

You nod, luxuriating in the musky floral scent of Lin's satiated arousal. "Completely and utterly, my Lady." Lin favors you with a stately smile as she reaches for the handkerchief Geas has produced for her, raising her eyebrows in curiosity when you speak up again. "Please, Princess. Allow me. Call it a show of devotion."

Lin's smile spreads just slightly wider, pale-green eyes sparkling as she glances questioningly towards her magical assistant. The Geas bobs in midair, which must be approval because Lin takes hold of the handkerchief and extends it towards you. "Very well."

"No need for that." You can't help a twinge of impish amusement when you lift up Princess's Lin's tail and she squeaks in surprise, the squeak melting into a little whine when you start to lick away the honey that coats her. God, she's actually sweet. Lin snatches the fan back from Geas and whips it in front of her face once more, but this time her eyes smolder in undisguised passion as you run your tongue up and down her soft, sticky flesh. You don't break eye contact for a single second, your twin gazes boring straight into each other as you clean her inch by inch. A husky growl of animal desire echoes from behind the decorous barrier of her fan, a perfect encapsulation for what the two of you are: a pair of ravenous animals, barely kept apart by the all-too-thin facade of civilization.

Sadly, all things must come to an end. You've licked the very last drop of girlcum from your princess's tail, her throaty growl evaporating into a girlish giggle when you plant on affectionate kiss on her chubby appendage. Then, with deep sadness, you relinquish your new best friend, Lin's tail weakly wobbling back to collapse in her lap like an exhausted puppy. The princess holds her fan in place for a moment, her eyes still burning with fiery ardor. And then she snaps it shut, once again the very image of a perfect Princess. "We are most pleased with this arrangement. Most pleased indeed. Now,"--She extends an arm towards you--"Shall we?"

You rise from your set, gallantly taking her arm. Lin gathers her skirts in one hand as she allows you to escort her towards the stairs, Geas's clipped voice ringing through the stone ruins of the hallway as she floats after you. "Your first event will be the coming of age ceremony for Lady Plumberly. It's a small territory, and not particularly important, so it will prove an excellent opportunity to get your feet wet. As it were."

Lin gives an amused hum as you lead her down the steps. "Ah, yes. 'King' Plumberly. What a silly little man. He's barely even 'Landlord' Plumberly and yet he still wastes his treasury on banquets and tournaments and giant crowns." She leans in, lowering her voice to a delighted whisper as she confides in you. "It's no joke; his crown is truly absurd. It's as if he has a golden wastebasket on his head."

Oh true? You hope he wears it to the feast. You're gonna try to land an egg or something in it from across the room. "What about his daughter?"

Lin frowns slightly. "I'm not sure, which is peculiar. I've made a point to stay as up to date as possible with the particulars of the landed gentry, no matter how ridiculous. Geas?"

The floating ball of magic somehow manages to give you to impression that she's checking her notes. "Lady Plumberly is named Honoria, and this is her first entrance into high society."

Lin quirks an eyebrow. "Really? I wondered why I didn't recall her coming out ceremony. Plumberly must be quite protective of her."

Geas shimmers in agreement. "Oh yes. The only mention of the lady in any of my records is an incident last year. Apparently, King Plumberly took exception with the royal physician's suggestion that his daughter needed a full-body inspection. He had the poor man thrown off a cliff. That seems to be King Plumberly's thing."

Lin leans in again, giving you another conspiratorial whisper. "All of these backwater kings simply adore their signature executions. I once knew a Marcher King who insisted on having his condemned coated with seed and then pushed into a flock of pigeons."

"Really? Why?"

"Oh, because he had a bird on his coat of arms or something. Still, there is a lesson to be learned here. These so-called 'kings' are, to a one, small and grasping men, and all they have to soothe their delusions of grandeur is vain indulgence. That can make them dangerous, even as it makes them weak. You will need to watch your--"

"You..."

The room-filling shadow that emerges from the end of the hallway looms menacingly over you, but you don't hesitate for a moment in stepping in front of Lin. Your sword is still where you left it on the floor of the arena, but you are absolutely prepared to come at any threat to your Princess and her wonderful tail with your goddamn nails and teeth. A huge, baby-blue light pierces through the darkness, and a moment later you realize that the shadow belongs to the towering cyclops you accidentally defeated. "Oh! You're awake, then?"

The cyclops stares down at you, his thick mane of inky black curls giving a wild cast to his craggy face. "You left me alive. Why did you leave me alive."

You blink up at the cyclops, thinking that over. Well, you'd originally left him alive because you thought he was just a very tall actor, and figured HR would probably frown upon delivering a coup de grace to a co-worker. You need a better answer now, though. "I wanted to. Do I need another reason?"

Something like a growl rumbles deep within the hulking monster's throat. "Don't you know that a cyclops is honor-bound to fight with every ounce of strength, every breath of life, every drop of blood? That I cannot quit until this fight is finished?"

Hm. You know, you should be scared right now. You were just some dude at a job interview, like, an hour ago, and this guy is a literal giant who's insisting on a fight to the ****. Aren't you...still just some guy? It's a bit surprising how quickly and confidently you decide that no, you aren't. Which is why you can simply cock at eyebrow at the warrior, staring unflinchingly into his giant blue eyes. "The fight is finished. Don't you agree?"

The cyclops sucks in a massive breath at that, hesitating for just a moment. "...Yes. I do." And then he falls to his knees, planting his massive fists into the ground as he presses his forehead to the ground in supplication. "There is no victory to be had with you as my foe. I am defeated. Entirely."

Lin snapped her fan back open at some point and is now fanning herself as she takes in the cyclops's display of submission, an imperious look of sheer delight on her face. She might actually be enjoying herself more now than she did when she orgasmed all over herself. "You fought very well, Sir. From Our viewpoint, it seemed a close match."

"Apologies, Your Highness, but it most certainly was not." The cyclops keeps his head firmly affixed to the ground. "From your distant vantage, there was no way of knowing. But believe me when I say that his every blow was a killing strike, blunted to be nothing more than a harmless tap. He could have ended me at any moment, but knew there was no need to. I was and am no risk to his inevitable victory. I was defeated the moment the moment we both stepped into the arena." His body shakes as he draws in another deep breath. "No. I was defeated the moment he was born. I freely accept this, without a speck of shame. Do with me as you will."

The princess presses her fan to her face, undoubtedly because her enraptured grin has spread further than propriety permits. She sweeps her eyes your way, clearly waiting for you to decide the cyclops's fate. Well, you're not exactly sure what you're supposed to do, but you do know what you're going to do. "What's your name?"

The cyclops immediately rumbles his reply. "Hellebore."

"Hellebore." He stiffens as you drop a hand onto the endless expanse of his shoulder. "The world would be a cheaper place without you in it. Lift your head, and never bow it again."

Even despite your newfound confidence, you very near jump when Hellebore's massive hand clamps onto yours. You somehow manage to keep it together as he raises his head, his single blue eye watering with enormous tears. "How could I ever bow to another man ever again? I should have known you were too princely to take my life. So please, accept it as freely given. For the rest of our days, I am yours."

You've officially reached the end of your ability to sound impressive. "Um, okay. Cool. Thank you?"

Luckily, no one seems to notice that you bellyflopped the landing. Hellebore rises, devotion practically oozing from every pore, as Geas bobs over to Lin's side to murmur into her ear. "You chose well, Princess."

"Mm." Princess Lin slowly eyes you and down, not bothering now to hide her pleased smile. "Yes, We did."