Consequences

"Goddess no," she whispers, pushing against you with her remaining strength.

From above, Viola’s face breaks into a victorious smile, her hands clapping together in delight, her pride for you unmistakable, while the Queen closes her eyes, knowing full well what must come next.

"I withdraw my challenge," Anora calls up to her mother and sister, one last **** gambit to avoid her inevitable fate.

"Mother... Viola... Please," fear **** her voice."

"You knew the rules Anora," the queen says, her voice tinged with sadness, "Now you must pay the price."

"Proceed male." The queen orders then quickly departs, not willing to bear witness to what comes next.

"Please." She whispers beneath you, straining weakly against your tight grip.

You long to release this young woman, to allow her to go free as if this never happened, but looking at the hungry faces around you, you know that to do so would be a **** sentence.

"I have ****," you whisper.

Anora looks up at you, her eyes filled with terror, tears streaming down her face.

"But I'm a virgin, my first time wasn't supposed to be like this," she says, her voice cracking.

"I know," you say, releasing one hand to brush away her tears.

"Plow her!" A voice calls from the crowd.

"Make her bleed!"

The voices call in a steady chant, drowning out Anora's sobs as she tries to twist away.

With a heavy heart, you use your knee to pry her thighs apart.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, guiding yourself to her entrance, your cock already at full attention.

"No! No! No!" Anora screams, her pleas turning to wails as the head of your cock pushes past her tight entrance.

Just as with Victoria the night before, the head of your cock hit resistance.

"This will hurt," you tell her.

"No... please," she whispers, closing her eyes.

"Fuck her!" Someone calls.

You take a deep breath and drive forward. Anora lets out a bloodcurdling scream, her entire body tensing as her hymen stretches, then finally tears.

Lubricated by her virgin blood, your cock plunges deeply into Anora, her hips recoil at the sudden **** and her stunning green eyes bulge in pain in disbelief.

She screams, a **** burst of resistance as she pushes against you with all her remaining strength. But the gap between you is too great; her struggle fades as her arms give way, and she sinks back to the cold floor, chest heaving, panting from the exertion.

"Please, take it out." Anora's sobs as your hips finally meet hers.

"I'm sorry," you say, and start to fuck her.

Anora's cries fill the vast ballroom, the obscene sounds of her deflowering fill the room.

She remains limp at first, her cries fading to pitiful whimpers as she resigns herself to her fate, but as the pain subsides, you can feel her body begin to respond, the pain giving way to something new, a feeling she can't quite understand.

You're still taking her roughly, but her body starts to react, her nipples stiffening, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts.

"Oh Goddess," she whispers, her eyes unfocused, "What's happening?"

"You're enjoying this," you tell her, her pussy starting to grow slick.

"No, I'm not," she whispers, though her body betrays her.

The room has grown deathly silent, everyone watching you fuck the young princess.

Anora's moans start to rise, her breath becoming ragged as her climax nears.

"Oh, goddess!"

"Oh... oh Goddess," Anora moans, her fingers digging into the flesh of your arms.

She bites her lip, trying to hold back, but as her orgasm builds, her control slips, her mouth falling open, her head tilting back.

"It's okay," you whisper, her walls clenching tight around you, her juices mixing with her blood.

"No," she shakes her head, but she can't fight her body's instincts, the pleasure too great to hold back.

With a cry, Anora cums, her pussy contracting around your cock, her lubricating juices facilitating your passage.

"Oh goddess," she groans, her entire body trembling as waves of pent-up pleasure crash over her.

You fuck her through it, her body rocking, impassioned cries filling the large room as hundreds of eyes look on.

When she comes down, her eyes are filled with confusion, the reality of her situation finally sinking in.

"Oh Goddess," she whispers, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Please, no more."

You slow, her pussy clinging to you, your cock slick with her fluids.

"It's not over," you tell her, rolling onto your knees and pulling her on top of you, one hand squeezing her breast while the other makes its way down to the delicate nub between her legs.

She moans, as you thrust into her from behind, her pussy gripping your cock like a vice.

Once again she tries to hold back, her body going rigid, her hands trying to claw free, but her orgasm builds with relentless pressure.

You fuck her mercilessly, her tight cunt stretching and contracting around your shaft, her juices dripping down your shaft and onto the floor, tits every bit as spectacular as Viola's bouncing in rhythm with your thrusts.

"Not again." she moans as her second orgasm hits.

Her back arches in ecstasy, her traitorous hips bucking against you as your powerful arms pin her to you.

Her orgastic shrieks fill the chamber, echoing off the walls.

You feel your own climax approaching, the tension in your balls growing with each powerful thrust.

You clutch Anora to you, burying your shaft inside her, and with an animalistic cry, you cum, your thick seed pouring into her young womb.

As the last drops empty into her, you release Anora and let her fall to the floor beside you, a mixture of blood and cum leaking out of her, staining the stone as she curls into the fetal position.

For a moment, the room is deathly quiet, people still processing what's what they've just witnessed.

"The contest is over!" Viola shouts from above, cutting the tension. "Lord Caldersmith has proved himself worthy of my hand and the approval of the crown."

A cheer goes up through the room, but Anora's eyes remain unfocused, her body limp on the floor, her gaze staring at nothing.

Viola leans forward, her face beaming with happiness, her eyes fixed on you.

"Congratulations brother," Victoria whispers looking down at the quivering princess. "Mother will be most pleased with this result."