Exit: The "Pure" Princess Cheryl's Most Debauched Dream Come True

No thoughts. Just pleasure. Feeling. Ecstasy.

Frozen.

And then--

"Ahaahaaaaaaaan~~!"

My voice pierces the crowd's excited din, vulgar and unrestrained as the sheer anticipation overwhelms me. All around me, men - and some women - strip themselves down or are stripped down as magic envelops the square, robbing all present of all reason to do anything but fuck or get fucked and...

Cheryl, with keen familiarity to erotic magics, felt it first as the magic surged forth. She tried to take it, as she took Arma's in the past, and the pleasure immediately brought her to her knees. Without thought or awreness, her hands immediately set to her dress and started pulling at its seams. Two guardsmen noticed and tried to restrain the Princess as she lost her mind, only for her to reach her capacity and the spell around them to pierce through them as well.

Their noble faces twisted with perversion as they abandoned all pretense of civility, their duties - and even identities - forgotten in the moment as they worked together to pin the beautiful woman before them to the ground. There was no thought for argument between them: each simply pursued the first goal to strike them.

As one tore free the dress, his partner was already reaching his hands beneath the skirt to rip away the panties, even as the woman's legs kicked and wiggled with pleasure. At this time they realized their own clothes were in the way, and - kneeling upon their target - set about unbuckling their pants with clumsy and shaking hands.

The one closest Cheryl's groin became distracted as a blonde dame practically tackled him and mounted herself upon his freshly-unveiled manhood. His partner with the shredded dress cast it aside and thoughtlessly inserted himself into Cheryl's gaping mouth, ignorant of her lower hole's unexpected lack of occupancy.

The Princess took his cock into her mouth with enchanted skill, suckling and teasing at it with instinctive glee until a seasoned knight came upon them and lifted her up, pushing her into the first and inserting himself into her from behind. Nearby, the blonde had a man suckling each teat as she rode her chosen mount's cock, and just across the way two women worked together to milk an older gentleman's penis with their breasts.

Some men, with no convenient woman to physically interact with, simply pumped themselves. Of these, many were simply staring into space, lost in the moment, but quite a few were inadvertently aiming themselves toward an unwitting recipient.

So it was that all men and women gathered here at the castle's courtyard - merchants hawking their wares, servants attending their duties, guards at their stations, and even knights running drills - completely lost their minds and single-mindedly pursued the nearest and most available means of sexual gratification, without regard for any other goings-on.

Those who came upon the scene after the magic finished taking hold would find themselves with quite the task to decouple the afflicted. Of these, particularly at risk were those who attempted to liberate Cheryl and instead found themselves ensnared by her own magic, tainted by the spellcraft and running awry to pull more participants into her fantasy.

Eventually, the holy knights mobilized and progress was finally made... but that is another story.

As for Cheryl, awakening in the royal hospice after being violated in mind, body, and arguably soul... she found herself lamenting how quickly it had all come to an end.