Princess of Thieves

by Bella Beaumont

  He smiled again, warming her heart, and she propped herself up to let her dress open at the middle, revealing her large, full white breasts, with her stark pink nipples hardening. Freckles dotted the tops of her cleavage.

  Stecker stared at them for a moment, then bent down to kiss her more vigorously. He started with her lips, but then his tongue was moving all over, sliding down her neck, between her bosom, down her stomach . . .

  Catera let out a soft sound. She spread her legs as Stecker reached the edge of the bed, crawled backwards off it, and knelt down between her splayed thighs. His tongue continued to work, gliding wetly over her body, bringing goose bumps to the top of her flesh.

  He licked the soft, tender folds of her wet pussy, his nose stubbed in her tuft of wispy orange hair, and then his wet muscle darted across the engorged nub of her clit, sending a spike of pure pleasure through her body.

  Catera arched her back as Stecker slid his tongue into her cunt, rimming the hole and then going deeper into her canal. He held her by her pale buttocks, squeezing her legs tightly around his face as he tongued her pussy and sent wave after wave of bliss out to her extremities.

  Mind afire, Catera moaned, mouth opening. The slopping sounds of Stecker’s slurping tongue nearly buckled her. She locked her thighs around his head and pincered him, forcing his tongue to delve deep into her wet vagina, caressing and ever moving.

  “Oh gods, Ano, you’re s-so good at that!” she panted, her voice breathless. Her heart thumped in her chest to the beat of his cunnilingus, and then she felt her pussy opening up more to let in his fingers.

  Now, besides the constant pressure of his powerful mouth muscle, there was also a twiddling sensation down there, two fingers hooked in and touching her bumpy walls, bringing her to orgasm.

  It was a beautiful moment for them both as she tried to pop his head like a melon with her legs—inadvertently—while her hands grasped for his curly hair and pulled hard.

  He didn’t make a sound at her sudden violent reaction to his reaching, probing tongue and fingers, even as she convulsed on the bed and her own tongue flapped free from her mouth.

  A moment later, her body flat once more on the bed, plopped down from her arched stance, breathing heavily . . . Stecker’s face appeared from between her legs, a hesitant smile on his sticky face.

  “Was it okay, Your Highness?”

  Her voice was shrill, her mouth gawking. “B-By everything that’s holy, Ano Stecker, stuff that mammoth cock inside me—I beg you!”

  DERED APPROACHED NEMYA outside the tunnel room, like a guilty child approaches a chastising parent, his powerful shoulders slumped.

  She was standing against the wall, arms crossed defiantly over her chest, one leg bent at the knee with her foot on the wall. Her head was down, and she looked so . . . small.

  “Nem, are you . . . angry with me?” Dered asked cluelessly, while looking very long in the face.

  “Of course I’m . . . not.” She glanced away, head swiveling.

  Dered frowned. He reached and took her chin in his hand, then tilted it up so he could look into her face and her squinted, sad eyes.

  But she didn’t look incensed any longer, once she was staring up at that handsome mug. Her features softened, the creases flattening from the corners of her eyes, the worry lines disappearing.

  They held that stare for a moment.

  Then Nemya launched onto her tiptoes and abruptly kissed him on the lips, as hard as she could. She closed her eyes as she locked lips with the tall man, but he kept his open, to see the urgent need in her face . . . while his own face was stock-still with surprise.

  Blushing, she pulled away, then looked away.

  “My gods,” he muttered, still awestruck. She slowly faced him, nervousness written on her face. “I’ve—I’ve wanted that to happen for ages!”

  Her face lit up, also shocked, but pleasantly surprised.

  He bent his head and kissed her, much more severely this time, with his mouth opening wide to take in hers. Their heads moved and ducked, their noses rubbing together as they locked lips for a passionate, long embrace.

  Dered pulled Nemya close to him, hugging her body against his, and she could feel the stiffening bulge pressing against her stomach—that powerful, thick tool that she’d seen him use on Sala . . . on other women . . . on so many . . .

  But never herself. And gods, how she’d wanted it!

  They were shimmying out of their clothes within seconds, once their embrace ended. So many words could have been spoken then—about the desperate desire that Nemya had held for Dered for so long; the animalistic need Dered had felt for her, in the same way.

  Always unspoken.

  The embarrassing moments that the other had witnessed, time and time again, that ended in heartbreak as one of them fucked a stranger while the other watched. The spying, the voyeurism, the growing rage within them both.

  Doesn’t he see how much he’s hurting me when he does this with other women? Can’t he see how much I burn for him?

  How can she be so blind to my gaze? How can she let that dirty bastard enter her most sacred place . . . when it’s obvious I’ve longed for her for eons?

  And so it went, on and on. Always dancing around their feelings for one another, but never acting upon it.

  Until now.

  Dered stared at Nemya’s naked body, and even in that dark, dank tunnel, with the offensive smells and grimy ground . . . even with everything working against them, he felt harder than the stone wall that her ass was pressed up against.

  He ripped his pants down and she watched with wonder as his large penis flopped down and then roared to life before her eyes.

  Pressing his body against hers, the girthy appendage smooshed against her stomach, the base of his hairy pubis nearly up to her perky tits.

  It was hardening so quickly, becoming thick and stiff in the darkness, and warmth was emanating from his shaft, making Nemya’s body sweat, her blonde hair becoming lanky and plastered to her neck and back. The sweaty underside of his rugged shaft pressed hard against her belly.

  Then Dered had his large, callused hands on her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and flitted to the balls of her feet to kiss him once more.

  Grunting, Dered hugged her tightly around the torso, joyously feeling the press of her hard nipples against his body, the warm breasts squishing against his muscled abdomen.

  Dered’s hands ventured south to her curving buttocks, feeling the plump round mounds in his hands, smooth and inviting. His fingers dug into the crack of her ass and danced in the sweatiness, before one finger ran over her asshole and caused her to flinch and quiver from sudden delight.

  With a yelp, Nemya went airborne.

  Dered grunted as he cupped both buttocks in his large hands and lifted her like a plaything, into the air. Her head craned down to kiss him as his cock hardened to its full, imposing length and width.

  Nemya’s legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, just above his hips, and it was a natural fit—like a puzzle falling into place, their bodies perfectly compatible.

  “Fuck me now,” Nemya whispered, one hand wrapped around his neck, one hand riding over his short-cropped hair. “Fuck me, Dered, like I’ve always wanted you to.”

  “I KNOW YOU’RE LYING to us, dandy,” Sala growled at Filtray in the room. Far off, they could both hear the muffled moans of Nemya, the soft thumps of flesh colliding, the slaps of ass against stone.

  Filtray brightened to an incredible red hue, his pale face turning into a juicy fruit. He tried to look away from Sala, but saw that she was doing something . . . turned around, messing about with something at her waist.

  “I won’t tell Alb about your deception, Filly, but you’ll have to be punished for it . . .” she drawled. Her hands still worked in front of her, heavy arms bulging at the biceps and forearms.

  Filtray thought she had pulled something out from underneath her tunic before she had turned around, but he couldn’t be s
ure. Either way, his curiosity was piqued. His body was stimulated by a sudden urge to hop on the woman’s back, to grind his pathetically hard groin into her strong muscles . . . see how she reacted . . .

  “I know you let Stecker and Princess Catera go, boy. Tell me why.”

  Filtray hesitated. He gulped loudly, his lips parched, and bit the lower one. “I . . . I couldn’t stop them, Sala. I couldn’t bring myself to cry out. I guess I’m just . . . weak . . . soft . . .”

  “A mischievous little bitch, aren’t you?”

  Filtray nodded solemnly. His hands were in front of his stomach, trying to hide the tiny protrusion coming from his pants, and doing a poor job of it. “Y-Yes, Mama.”

  He heard the huge woman smirk viciously. “That’s what I thought. Then you know what you must do, yes?”

  Filtray’s knees turned inward, knocking into each other. “P-Please tell me whatever it is I can do to . . . ease your burden, Mistress. Please?”

  Sala spun around. Filtray gasped, mouth falling open. The woman’s trousers were torn open at the front, revealing her thick muscled thighs and legs. The front of her tunic was torn, too, with her big tits pushed out.

  But that wasn’t what surprised Filtray.

  It was the large object shoved into her vagina, stretching it wide like a snake’s unhinged jaw. It was like the leg of a table, except rounded, sleek, and made of glass.

  Filtray wondered where the burly giantess had found such an item . . . and how the apparatus around her hips worked, to keep it snugly in place inside of her.

  Her legs trembled as she walked toward him, because each step she took, the object dug deeper into her. Wetness permeated from her gaping slit, around the curves of the clear glass object, running down her bulging thighs.

  “You know what to do, then, my little fairy boy. On your hands and knees, head down, ass in the air.”

  Filtray nodded at once. Still clothed, he dropped down onto all fours and bent his head to kiss her feet, ready to go prostrate at any moment.

  But her arms reached down and hauled him up like a dog. He yelped as he was turned around in midair—weighing nothing more than a sack of potatoes to the huge woman holding him.

  She turned him, put him back down, and lifted his ass high. It was a big and wobbly rear-end for such a small man, and when Sala yanked down his trousers to let it bounce to its fullness, she let out a satisfied sound.

  She spanked him then, but he bit his tongue and held in his urge to howl. He took the beating on the rump from her slapping hands, the noises getting louder and louder, his buttocks rippling and reddening from the constant smacking.

  Butt still in the air, he felt her fingers prying his flabby cheeks apart. A sensation of coldness swept through him as the rounded end of that glass object pressed against his puckering asshole.

  Then he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. He bleated like a tortured goat as it plunged into his rectum and spread his anus apart.

  “S-STECKER, I THOUGHT you’d be smaller! Your fat monster won’t fit in my little hole!” Princess Catera wailed.

  Stecker spit on his shaft and smeared it around to lube up his arm-thick manhood, but Catera’s tiny cunt still struggled to accommodate his surprising size.

  The skinny boy tried again and again, though, kissing the slick lips of Catera’s pussy with his bulbous tip, until finally he barreled through. She moaned and spurt at the same time as his thick cock slammed inside her tight snatch, her body quivering.

  Seconds later, Stecker moved on top of Princess Catera in a rhythmic motion, his body roiling like a wave. First, his hindquarters would dip, then his stomach, then his top half, and the entire time he kept Catera locked in a lurid kiss.

  With his mouth over hers, he quieted Catera’s vibrating moans—she’d had very few cocks before, and Stecker’s put them all to shame. Despite his short stature as a man, he was unbelievably well-endowed, and more than well-equipped to take on any woman in the bedroom, as he was proving now.

  The first few minutes of their copulation was tender and sweet, with that rhythmic moving of Stecker’s narrow hips sending a fire through Catera, as the fullness plugging her pussy felt like it was filling her entire body. Her spread legs were raised and pressed against his hips, calves bending inward to lock around his back, keeping him in place, to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere but down into her . . .

  The squelching sound from his cock churning up the wetness of her pussy made them both hornier than devils. Stecker started to move faster, and Catera’s moans became more prolonged.

  She was trying to stay quiet, for the sake of the rest of the Wolfpack crew, but Stecker was too big to be denied. The girth of his shaft split her in two, and she pushed past the pain and went right into a stage of euphoric delight.

  “Y-You’re going to break me!” she cried. “You’re too huge!”

  Her sweaty body moved with his, their motions and forms entangled, becoming one with each other.

  They spoke very little, save for the torrid moans escaping Catera’s lips, and the occasion grunt coming from Stecker as he got a particularly satisfying thrust in.

  But after that few first minutes of warm lovemaking, where their bodies were conjoined at the hip, it became . . . faster.

  Dire. A fight for life and death it seemed, as the seriousness of their situation seemed to fall on top of both their shoulders like an unmovable weight. At any given moment in time, their lives could be forfeit—Stecker’s for being a thieving, kidnapping vagrant, and Catera’s for disobeying her stepfather and bringing shame to the Sefyr Kingdom.

  There was a good chance that they’d be found by the Siblinghood and the princess would be pawned off on the Geread Kingdom, and she’d be lost forever . . . lost and likely tortured and forced to marry a man she’d never met—an outsider in a strange land . . . until perhaps she was ransomed for an unimaginable sum to her stepfather.

  And so, their passionate lovemaking transformed into an act of savage fucking.

  Stecker went on his feet on the bed, straddling her wide hips, and pushed back on her legs, shoving her knees toward her fat, swaying tits. Her hardened nipples squished into her kneecaps as she folded in on herself.

  And Stecker angled his massive dick down into her greedy cunt and started ramming, his tender thrusts replaced with harsh, ravaging pumps. His hips moved quickly, violently, and her body bounced on the bed in rhythm with the raucous momentum.

  The cot creaked and moved on the floor, hardly able to take both of their weight and the powerful thrusts coming from Stecker above.

  Catera’s throaty moans were lost, twisted into panting cries and ragged howling. Her voice lilted as she tried to speak, but it was a singsong sound that came out, due to the constant pressure of her body bouncing on the bed so rapidly.

  “You’re fucking me like a hound, Ano! You’re an animal! A hung demon-spawn elephant—ahhhh!”

  He fucked her into mindlessness, a stupid lost look on her face. Her neck muscles flexed, the veins on her body bulging. Her tits swung wildly, stopped only by the knees pressing back into them.

  Stecker’s enormous nutsack swung into her ass, pelting her with bruises and stinging claps. His oversized cock curved down into her as he mating pressed the heir to the Sefyr throne for all she was worth, making her pussy ignite with intense fire.

  Waves of juices splattered from her clapping cunt, her sweaty, slapping asscheeks. His cock ground down into her and hilted at the base, and then he was rising on his haunches again, his thin legs flexing with the muscles bulging at the calves and hamstrings.

  Catera’s eyes rolled back into her head as she orgasmed again and again, cum spewing forth and mixing with the devilish boy’s eager, barbaric thrusts.

  This was not how two people made love, she knew—it was how a predator takes its prey.

  And yet, she loved every heart-stopping moment of it. The feeling of getting drilled relentlessly, ruthlessly, mercilessly, it was too much to handle. The soun
ds of her own sloppy wet pussy, splashing and churning like sizzling butter—it sent her to a happy place that she’d never known before.

  Over and over again she twitched as he hilted his huge rugged cock deep inside her. Over and over again her body emptied itself of fluids as she came and squirted juices all over their cavorting bodies.

  She had never known a bigger, more dominant man.

  The measured slap of his meaty balls against her rippling asscheeks was a constant, salacious drumbeat to her pounding heart.

  And when he bent forward, hugged her even closer, and started slopping his hulking nuts against her ass even faster, she just wailed harder, louder, enough for the entire Sefyr seaport to hear.

  Then his giant slab of cockmeat was cumming inside her and he was grunting like a beast, slamming his manhood inside her tight cunt one last time, holding his big twitching balls against her puffy asscheeks, holding it as he flexed, as he took in a deep breath—

  And then exploding with massive relief, a flood of semen jetting into her pussy tunnel, drenching her walls with the powerful sputter-stream of spunk, his heavy balls emptying inside her aching womb with potent, virile seed inside a fertile belly—her stomach ballooning from the sudden spearing of his cock deep into her guts.

  They fell away like two panting, tired wrestlers, Stecker letting his cock slump out of her cum-caked pussy like a tired snake, slithering across her thighs and then his own . . . leaving her gaping and struggling to draw even breaths, her knees still bent up against her heavy, sweaty tits, her toes curling near the sides of her own head.

  “T-That . . . was the most . . . incredible . . .” she panted, togue lolling. She reeled her head back and gasped for breath once more.

  She could feel the slimy spunk trickling down the deepest part of her ravaged hole . . .

  A gout of semen burped out of her cunt like a fountain of warm pudding. She let out a low breath, then closed her eyes and passed out before she could finish her sentence.

  DERED BOUNCED NEMYA on his cock, holding her a few feet above the filthy ground, while her arms hugged his neck close. She cooed and mewled like a possessed banshee from the constant barrage impaling up into her widened hole.