Fuck Her Like You're Trying To Kill Her (In The Best Way)

A looking glass, if you were supposed to call it that anyway, mirror, whatever, stood against the wall opposite from you as the Princess undressed you, tossing your breeches aside, your tunic, every stitch of clothing on your body. You're stark naked.

And impressed by what you see.

You're chiseled from marble like... Michaelangelo? David? Whoever the hell that guy was. Atlas? For fucks sake, who cares! You're tall, olive skinned, ripped, and with manly hair where you need it, like the chest, but with a well kempt sack that you've never have been able to shave so well back home. And that beard, that hair... You remember thinking earlier that you'd fuck you, and now you're pretty sure you're going to have to fuck yourself later. Somehow.

Maybe this magic thing isn't so bad after all.

"Have you heard what they call you?" The Princess says as a hand traces over the muscle of one shoulder and down your shoulder blade, across your side, feeling every inch of power as she goes before her hand traces the small of your belly. "Prince Studley. Or sometimes just The Stud. Or Stud. I happen to agree. So appropriate."

Yep. You agree too.

Her hand creeps back to your cock and slides over it, going all the way down from head to hilt that had she done so days ago would have made you cum all over the floor, but this new body seems to be more well versed in the way of... Princesses? Sex? Fucketry? Yes. Fucketry.

"I uh... What is my name?" You ask. She smiles, bending down to get a look at your cock up close. The way her ass rounds at the back of her dress makes it bigger. Not that it wasn't enormous already. You're not sure how you haven't passed out from the lack of blood flow to your brain already. That thing down there looks like a forearm, and nearly as big around, with balls that look like a couple of plump oranges. Or better.

She sighs, exasperated that The Stud simply isn't good enough.

"Your name can be whatever you want it to be." She says in answer. Her hand leaves your cock and smoothes over your balls, cupping and uncupping them to feel the weight. She shudders and bites her lip. "The magic is still molding the world around you. Say your name and no one will ever know that it wasn't always that way. Most of them won't even remember the strangeness of your... Lack of existence before."

The head of your dick swells while she plays with your balls before tracing a fingernail over the side, engorging it with more blood. It's hard to think, but you suppose you must have a name. Something mighty. Regal. Cool.

"How about Prince Magnus." You say. You prop your hands on your hips, exuberant in your decision. She purrs, then her tongue licks the head of your cock. Your body buckles a little under the intense pleasure. She looks up at you, smiling, her hands sliding down her own hips into her own lap before she pushes up to standing.

"Prince Magnus." She confirms with a smile. "Ruler of Tirel, Lord of the Conquered Keep."

"Lord." You say. Fuck yeah, that was good. "So uh, what's your name?"

"Princess Elaina the First, Duchess of Erilta, Eastmost March of Tirel." She says.

"Elaina. I dig it." You say.

She smiles, taking your hand, turning you. You had forgotten about Lydia, and are ashamed when you see the smiling woman laying on her belly facing you, her chin propped in her hand.

Elaina leads you to the bed.

"Uh..." You say, watching as Lydia rolls over, smiling up at you. Her tits jiggle. Your cock throbs. Her eyes wander from your eyes to the head of your dick, still glistening with Elaina's spit. "What am I doing?"

"You're going to fuck her." Elaina says.

Lydia's own hand reaches out, grabbing your cock. Her eyes widen, she bites her lip, and closes her thighs to grind them together.

"Oh..." You say. You flush, hoping your beard hides most of it. "Uhm, I, you... What?"

"I'm going to watch." Elaina says.

You're already crawling up on the bed while Elaina comes up behind you, sitting on the edge. Her hands continue to rove over the muscles of your back while Lydia gets up on her hands and knees to meet you. Her hands trace up your legs, and her lips find your chest, kissing your toned body. She travels up, over your collar, to your neck...

"Princess Elaina..."

"Elaina." She corrects.

"Elaina...this is a bit much. I don't understand."

Elaina huffs. Lydia, however, keeps on, unflinching, uncaring, completely enamored. She crawls up on your, her tits pressing against your chest as her lips embrace your own. You feel your cock stroke over her smooth body and your back arches involuntarily, driving the head of your member against her. Pleasure runs through your body like fire.

"We've been conquered over, and over, and over again, Magnus." Elaina says. She smiles at Lydia, encouraging the girl as she pushes you onto your back. "It's been some time since the last war for Tirel, but the years of conflict have taken their toll. Tirel is desperately anemic of men, and those that are left aren't exactly... Desirable. We need sons and daughters."

You're not really paying attention at the moment. Lydia is back to kissing again, down your chest, over your belly (which makes you squirm and giggle an embarrassing amount), and then around your hips and the crease of your groin. Her hair brushes over your erection.

"You're our answer." Elaina continues. She slides up closer to you, her hand running through Lydia's hair as she pushes her lips down around your cock, sucking the head first, slowly wetting the shaft, and then taking as much of you in as she can. Maybe the first 1/3 of you. Then she makes a muffled **** sound, draws back, and tries again. "A strong, brave..."

(Who the Hell is she talking about, you wonder, but suddenly forget to care as Lydia pushes even further down on your shaft...)

"A new leader, a permanent leader, who can take Tirel out of the darkness of perpetual subservience..."

(Oh shit, big words...)

"... And emerge as the dominant Kingdom in all the realm. And all with the help of a little magic..."

The whole situation seems pretty damn magical to you. Lydia chokes again, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Elaina pulls her hair, only a little, and the girl smiles around your rod. Drools rolls down your girth. Lydia leans back and grabs your dick in one hand, beginning to stroke it while looking up at you for approval. The face you're making, you know, the one of pure ecstacy, makes her work harder.

"That's why it's not me fucking you." The Princess says. "Not this time, anyway. I want to see what your magic Cock of Knocking does."

(Cock of what?)

"So Lydia... Well, I sweet talked her into finding out."

"Thank the realms you did!" Lydia says before plunging your pole back into her mouth. Elaina giggles and reaches a hand out, grabbing the base of your shaft and stroking while Lydia sucks the upper portion with a fervor you'd never encountered. Ever. Hell, you hadn't even seen such a thing in a hard porno.

"You're too restrained." Elaina says. She slicks a wet hand over your stomach, curling her body against your. Her softness and warmth are very, very nice. "Loosen up, fuck her!"

Green light spreads from her hand as she strokes your cock one more time. Suddenly you can't take it. Your penis HURTS it's so hard.

You grab Lydia and push her back, coming up over top of her. Her legs wrap all the way around you. You wrap her hands in your own and push them over her head. She gasps, smiling, her eyes wet and glistening, her breath bated with anticipation.

You intend to lean down, kiss her, grind against her before penetration... But Elaina has other plans. She reaches between the two of you, grabbing the massive dick jutting forth like a spear and sticking it straight between Lydia's pussy lips. The girl yelps, and then Elaina puts a hand on your ass and pushes you forward. You slide in. First the the third that Lydia wet for you. Then half. She yelps again, louder, the smile gone, a lustful expression of pain and fulfillment smeared across her face. There's a moment where the two of you are locked together... And then you start fucking her.

It's... Tame... At first.

Soon you're sliding Lydia backwards on the bed so that you can grip the headboard, and when you do, you let go of all self control. Suddenly every muscle in your body is working as hard as possible to fuck this girl, arms pulling, abs crunching your hips up and forward, legs pushing forward, while you bury inch after inch of your cock deeper into her pussy. She squeals, screams, and grabs hold of you like she's trying to control you but failing miserably if so. Her head starts banging off the headboard; first a couple of soft thuds, then louder and louder until you hear girls in the hallway, servants you're sure, gasping, giggling, and listening unrestrained. Lydia moans, tries to put one hand back against the headboard to brace herself, and then screams.

Wet sprays you as she cums all over you, and her cunt clamps down on you like a vice, driving you over the edge. One hand slides down into her hair, pulling hard, as you push the head of your dick so hard against her cervix that you could swear you saw it through the skin of her soft little belly. You cum, rope after rope splattering the entrance of her womb. Her hands grip your back, her legs wrap around you. She DRAGS you into her. Cum squirt out from between the two of you, soaking the bed, running down her ass. You feel like your balls are lighter suddenly.

You collapse into her.

Elaina crawls up next to you, stroking your back while your embrace Lydia.

"So good..." The Princess purrs.

And then soft yellow light radiates from between the two of you...