“I had help,” Stecker said, running a hand through his curly hair. “And I . . . crawled through a tiny hole.”
Belt free and open, the princess tugged his pants down to his knees. His long cock sprang out from against his thigh, flaccid and veiny, and bopped into Catera’s forehead. It was thick and soft like a freshly baked loaf of bread, though its smell was musky and strong. Catera traced her fingers around Stecker’s low-hanging nuts, paddling the huge orbs with her palm. Her other hand sought to wrangle the boy’s cock like a lasso, but her small fingers couldn’t reach all the way around the girthy shaft.
She grinned and wagged the huge appendage in front of her face, until it started hardening, the spongy head slinking through the foreskin, pushing it back. “And how did you fit this fat monster through such a tiny hole?”
Stecker snorted, blushing. He loved the way the princess admired his cock, how she practically drooled over it and had tunnel vision when it was in front of her face—everything else forgotten. He wasn’t one to brag about being so hung, but with the princess, he never needed to. “Lots of . . . stuffing,” he said with a chuckle. He reached down and tilted Catera’s face up by her chin. She looked at him with big wet eyes, imploringly, like a begging animal. “Here,” he added, “it’s best if I just show you . . .”
Catera’s face lit up.
Stecker lifted his huge floppy cock by the base and let the big slab drop over her head, covering her face completely. His hefty balls plopped onto her mouth and she began to suck, her tongue swishing along the crease of his scrotum, separating the weighty testicles with her muscle.
Her mouth worked quickly, kissing and licking the fat sack that covered half of her head, while the stiffening cock draped over the rest of it and stuck out at a powerful angle.
Stecker flushed as she fondled his most tender bits. Despite how big his balls were, they were sensitive and could bring him to his knees . . . he knew Catera held all the power at the moment, depending on how, and where, her tongue flicked. As she inhaled a testicle into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, Stecker couldn’t help but think, Here she is, one of the most powerful people in the kingdom . . . slurping and gurgling my nuts like I own her.
All of the ballplay had his cock harder than a steel tower. He abruptly lifted his sack from her puckering mouth and held her head back, then angled himself to pound his meat into her face.
Her eyes widened as the bulbous cockhead pressed against her sticky lips. The crown was nearly wider than her mouth, but she did her best to widen her jaw and let it jam into her facehole. Her eyes watered as he gingerly moved his hips forward, sending his thick cock adventuring over her tongue, into the back of her mouth, and down her throat.
Salty tears ran down her cheeks, her face held in place by the two stern hands gripping her orange hair. She made a low guttural sound that was almost inhuman as her neck bloated from the size of Stecker’s diving cock.
Catera choked and huffed the further down his cock went, with snot blowing out and mixing with the sticky saliva that coated her lips. Within seconds, her pretty, freckle-dotted face had been turned into something twisted, pained, and covered in different forms of wetness.
To Stecker, it was a beautiful sight. The sounds of her gagging was even prettier to his ears as he began moving his hips, slowly at first. The view of her neck distending, swelling, and throbbing from the massive size, until her throat was nearly parallel in a straight line with her chin, it ignited Stecker’s libido.
He grunted and thrust forward, bulging the girl’s eyes. She struggled to breathe as he facefucked her, pounding her throat hard and deep. She gagged and teared up and struggled with every fat inch that made its way down her esophagus.
And yet, she prevailed. Her lips were suctioned to the shaft, moving out and in with each thrust, until her face looked like a duck’s.
Stecker’s weighty ballsack started pummeling her chin. He pushed the back of her head toward him, trying to force more of his cock into his toy, but he could only get so far before the struggles of her breathing became dire. It sounded like she was suffocating down there, so he pulled back and let his massive appendage slide out of her wet hole.
Mouth stuck in an O, Catera wheezed and retched, then wiped at her sticky face with her forearm as she smeared the snot and spit away, the tears drying up on her cheeks. She whined and sniffled, but said nothing.
Stecker thought she looked amazing, even if she did give off the appearance of a used slut, or a dumb pet. At that moment, his horniness taking over completely, he thought the most egregious thoughts of his lovely princess.
Mumbling along, Catera turned round and crawled over to the cot on her hands and knees, like a pathetic dog. A single mattress without a frame, the cot was low to the ground, so she didn’t need to do much to bend over it. She stayed on her hands and knees, but rested her belly and her large tits onto the bedsheets.
She stuck her wide ass out, then lifted her dirty dress.
Stecker got a wide-angled view of the girl’s fleshy ass, her buttocks bouncing to attention as the dress lifted over them. They were smooth and sweaty down the crack, big pillowy asscheeks that called to him—nearly half again as wide across as the slender young man’s narrow hips.
He stumbled forward, nearly falling over his ringed pants, and threw them off completely, stepping out of them as he approached. His hands fell on her rump, one on each cheek, and grabbed fistfuls of warm flesh.
He spanked her. The princess yelped, head bobbing.
His hard cock dropped heavily onto her asscrack, sliding along the crevice as he pushed her flabby cheeks around his shaft, enveloping the girth. Then he smiled and flitted her pussy with his hand, roaming around underneath those heavenly wobbling sacks of ass flesh, and he felt her immense wetness.
She was dripping, her juices pouring through his fingers, making them utterly slimy and wet. He stuck two digits inside her, widening her cunt in preparation, then a third and fourth.
Before long, all five fingers were schlorping into her pussy, ramming her cunt and stretching her lips out wide. She howled like a banshee, head lifting in surprise at how thick Stecker’s hand became when all five fingers worked in tandem.
Punching her pussy like a deadbeat, the princess spread her legs further, trying to give herself a good base, a foundation. Suddenly, air wafted through her opened slit, and she mumbled as the fingers left her cunt.
They were quickly replaced by the bulging crown of Stecker’s cock, sliding into her, keeping her warm folds stretched far apart. It glided in quickly—no strict urging or pushing, not after he had mercilessly fisted her so hard and left her a wobbling, soaking mess.
She felt his powerful monster plunge into her canal and work its way through her insides, pushing apart her walls as it traveled up toward her stomach and pushed on the skin to make her belly distend against the bed. She yelped in surprise, hand going to touch her bulging stomach.
Stecker leaned over her, then wrapped his arms around her torso, beneath her tits, and lifted her slightly upward. He pounded her swiftly, muscled legs flexing and moving, forcing her to rock back and forth. Her ass jiggled, and as she was lifted, her huge breasts wobbled over his forearms and pushed up past the cover of her dress until they popped out and were exposed.
Nipples hard, she moaned in a singsong, staccato manner as Stecker pumped her from behind with his huge cock and she bounced on the bed like a fuckdoll. Her tits swung so wildly that they pelted Stecker’s grasping forearms before flying up and hitting her own chin.
Her arms were pinned to her body, Stecker squeezing her tightly. The young man’s monstrous penis ravaged her hole, demolishing her in a wave of ecstasy and bliss. The pain had gone away shortly after Stecker’s fingers were removed.
She didn’t know how long she’d been in that dog-fucked position, knees grinding on the wooden floor, body completely immobile.
She snorted and snot flew from her nostrils. Her tongue fell out. He was being s
o rowdy and rough! Eyes rolling aimlessly, she came, body quivering hard, but it was unnoticed due to her body already shaking and jiggling so harshly.
Heavy balls slapped against her asscheeks and muff, again and again, the echoes harsh and loud. The sounds of sticky flesh on flesh were incessant, neverending, and she lost all track of time.
Stecker’s skinny legs straddled her much wider rump—a powerful stance behind her—and he curved his cock into her from behind. He was big enough to be able to have his way with her like that. He held, grunted in her ear as he leaned forward, and came, filling her warm tunnel with lumpy seed.
His huge balls twitched against her sweaty ass, and she let out a deep moan and then a frantic exhalation.
It was over . . . and they hadn’t said a word to each the entire time. How l-long did it go? I lose all track of time when I’m—oh. Oh no, what’s going . . .
Stecker started moving again, his hips grinding. Only seconds had passed since his massive orgasm inside her, which filled her womb and seemed to balloon her belly with his sheer size.
And yet, the absurd young man was pounding away again as if nothing had happened.
H-How?! How can he go again so quickly?! I c-can hardly mooove!
This time, Stecker pushed her body flat onto the bed, not bothering to hold her in place. He pressed on her back, smashing her head into the dirty cot, and climbed on top of her to mate her from above—to give his big nuts a more powerful swinging and clapping trajectory.
During his eager thrusting, Catera howled with moans and groans, her ass turning red from all the slapping of that enormous nutsack. She was leaking a tremendous amount of cum from her filled pussy, and the squelching sound of him continuing to churn inside of her like butter was almost too lewd for her to understand. She couldn’t believe that such obscene, wet noises were coming from her own body!
The door to the room blew open as her frenzied moans reached a fever pitch. She sounded berserk, and Stecker matched those wild sounds with his own primal grunts and growls.
From the door, Captain Journigan’s eyes bulged at the sight of the little man dominating the curvy girl. Steck’s little ass rose and fell, but those huge healthy nuts hung low and swung with all the force of a battering ram, colliding and clapping again and again with her wobbling, pale buttocks.
He didn’t see any faces, and he didn’t need to. The captain clenched his jaw—it was all he could do to keep his mouth from falling open.
Cum was already dripping out of the woman at an alarming rate—almost more alarming than her distressed, maniacal cries of pure bliss. Journigan envied the scene he saw before him, because he’d never thought that Stecker would have it in him to be so . . . controlling of a situation.
In truth, it gave the captain hope for the future. If Stecker could demolish and use the eldest princess of the Sefyr Kingdom so thoroughly . . . like she was nothing more than a cocksleeve for his amusement, a hole for him to please himself with and dump his thick loads into . . . then who knew what other wonders the lad could accomplish?
He seemed to truly care about her, too, though that could be debated as Journigan watched those pendulous balls swing and clap, swing and clap. Those fair asscheeks rippling beneath them, molding to the embedded, flying ballsack. All that steamy semen pouring out of her, squelching against the thickness of Stecker’s shaft.
Another thing that surprised the captain—how hung the young lad was. Who would’ve known?!
Catera’s cries were too loud for either of them to hear that the door had opened and Journigan was spying on them, and as their wet sounds carried out into the hallway, more sailors hesitantly poked their heads in, over and around Journigan’s shoulders. They all had the same look of disbelief as they peeped on the show Stecker was putting on.
At last, the boy decided to cum a second time, hilting his cock inside the woman’s gaping cunthole and splurging another thick load of spunk inside her. He roared, arched his back as he came—while pushing down on her ass—and used her like a veritable cum-receptacle; a trashcan for his baby batter.
Then he fell over her rear-end, his cock sliding out of her ravaged pussy with a pop, and a flood of thick milk following in its wake, waterfalling down the princess’ thighs onto the hardwood floor with a loud splash.
As the cum began to pool around the girl’s knees, Journigan loudly cleared his throat.
Stecker’s head shot up and twisted to look over his shoulder, with surprised, red-faced shock.
“Could ya two quiet down a bit, aye?” Journigan said with mock politeness. He snorted. “I need to talk with ya, Steck, whenever you wrangle that slithering monster back in yer ‘lil trousers!”
Stecker frowned. He listened to the sailors laugh and jeer at one another as they wandered off.
“S-Shit,” Catera mumbled, her face pressed sideways against the cot as Stecker rested on top of her, then rolled off. “I don’t think I’ll walk straight for a week, honey.”
He grunted, rolling onto his back, breathing heavily. “You’ll have to, my dear. I have some . . . disconcerting news I must tell you.”
“Oh?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “I wish it could wait, but it can’t. I think we’ll need to take quick action—and I believe we’ll have support behind us.”
“What are you talking about, Ano? Start at the beginning.”
Stecker turned his head and fixed her with a stern look. “L-Let me catch my breath first.”
She nodded.
Stecker examined her from his reclined position, his face twisting: She lay on her stomach, big tits pressed and smashed out from her body like flapjacks, ass off the edge of the bed, the ever-present sound of cum trickling from her backside onto the floor.
He finally cleared his throat. “It’s about your father, dear . . .”
Chapter Thirty
Catera stared at Stecker dumbly, blinking over and over.
“Princess, did you . . . hear me?”
She looked numbed. Stecker worried he’d fucked her stupid. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d drilled a girl into mindlessness, but he cared about this one . . . immensely.
“I’m still processing,” she said. “I think.” She was dressed again, sweaty but recovering, and lying against the wall at the end of the cot. Stecker paced the room on the other end of the bed.
“Your father is alive,” he repeated. He pulled the royal ring from his tunic and presented it to her. Her eyes lingered for a long time on the gnarled tree and the shield placed over its trunk. It had probably been quite a while since she’d seen her own family crest, as all mention of it had been erased since King Cartherus Sefyr took over—flags, banners, tapestries, coinage.
“He told me to show this to you, to prove he’s alive, Cat. He’s lying at the base of the jailhouse underneath the castle, love. Decrepit, legs barely working, missing an eye . . . but he’s alive.”
Tears came to Catera’s eyes. She was an empathetic one, Stecker realized, easy to weep and show her emotions on her trembling face, and he loved her for it.
She reached out and gently took the ring, then studied it with that blank look. Constantly blinking. Mind whirling.
“P-Papa?” she squeaked.
Then she was sobbing, wretched, strong wails of disbelief as the emotions overwhelmed her. Stecker waited for her to calm down, but it took a while. He continued his pacing.
“He’s down there, alive, without anyone being the wiser,” Stecker continued. “We have to do something.”
“B-But what?”
“We have to free him! End this tyranny!”
“We have no army, Ano!”
Stecker froze and faced her, a peculiar look on his face, almost . . . mischievous. “But that’s where you’re wrong, my dear.”
Catera’s head tilted.
“You’re a royal, my love, so I don’t think you understand the strength of the peasantry. But I’ve been part of that group all my life. We can do something!”
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“H-How?”
“Leave that to me.” He assured her with a nod. “You must be our figurehead, you see? The rightful heir to the rightful king. You must—”
Her face froze in sudden shock, eyes slowly widening. “I must tell my sister!”
“W-What?!”
Her wet eyes shot up to his. “I must tell Ocena that Father lives! Under her very nose! That evil bastard has been keeping him from us all this time and—”
“Catera, you can’t! If you go to the castle now, you’ll destroy everything we’ve worked for. Waltzing up to Sefyr Castle will give Cartherus the very thing he’s been searching for. Please, I beg you. We will find a way to . . .” he trailed off, furrowing his brow. Holding a finger out at the princess, he said, “Wait here,” then dashed forward, holding out his hand. “May I see that ring for a moment?”
Confused, she dropped it into his hand, then watched as he opened the door and vanished from the room.
The princess was left to her own dark, brooding thoughts—thoughts of revenge, of rebellion, and vindication. She’d felt useless . . . up until now.
Stecker rushed up the stairs, hearing the hooting and hollering of cheering sailors as he passed. Confused, he blushed, but kept onward, realizing that his little ravaging escapade of the princess had been seen by more people than he would’ve liked.
Captain Journigan was on the foredeck, awaiting him.
“Ah, you’ve finally recovered from your bouncin’—”
“What would you do for freedom, Journigan?” Stecker demanded.
Sailors slowly stopped doing their sailorly duties and shuffled over to the foredeck, after hearing Stecker yell at their captain. They had curious looks on their faces.
Journigan frowned, removed his hat, and rubbed his head. “Ya knows the answer to that, Steck. My men and I’d do anythin’. Anythin’.”
“Including storming the castle?”
The captain scoffed. “That’d be suicide, lad. It’s my duty to keep my men safe.”
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