The imps behind Yvette decided to take matters into their own hands. One hopped on a foot stool and slammed its hard cock into her juicy trench. The other hopped up onto Yvette's back. The beastie hooked his long fingers around her waist and, hanging from her bottom in a strange squatting position, screwed its cock into the princess's tongue-teased ass.
"Aahhhh, yes! Fuck me, you horrid little perverts!"
The imps yipped with delight as they stuffed their cock in and out of her tight ass and dripping cunt. Their thrusting bounced her forward against the table. She stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth wide, inviting the two imps on the table to slap their hard cocks against her lips and tongue. She slurped one into her mouth and sucked hard, bobbing her tight lips around the imp's cock and flicking her tongue against the ridges of its little cockhead.
The imp plundering Yvette's pink pucker let out a squeal of pleasure and she felt its cock throbbing and hot cum spurting into her ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and squeezed with her inner muscles, milking the squirting cockmeat. The imp pounding her pussy let out a similar cry of pleasure and its first shot of cum deep into her slurping slit was all the princess needed to trigger her own orgasm.
She relinquished her suction on the imp cock and threw back her head to cry out, "Yes! Yesssss! Fuck me! I'm cumming!"
Her body shook and she nearly squeezed two little imp cocks to the point of strangulation with her powerful contractions. The imp she had been sucking furiously wanked itself and suddenly spattered her face and open mouth with its hot cock juice. The other imp, seeing the gorgeous woman glazed with wobbling white strands of imp goo, could not hold back. He pounded his cock with his fist and launched his own salvo of spunk that coated Yvette's shoulder, arm and the side of her face.
"Yessss!" she gasped, licking the sweet cum from her lips and stuffing more of it into her mouth. "So good. More...more..."
The princess had only begun her wanton gangbang. She hardly even noticed Varminster watching with amusement and chewing the stem of his pipe.
The amorous imps fondled, fucked, licked, and sucked the beautiful young princess. She matched and exceeded their excitement and perversity, swallowing load after load of imp cum, stuffing them two at a time up her ass and cunt, wanking them with her tits and showering her soft breasts in their loads. They were endlessly eager to offer her their hard cocks and even after they had shot several times their wee willies stiffened up when she wrapped her lips around them again.
Yvette could feel the power. She did not know how to tap into it or harness it for a spell, but she could feel the immense arcane energy inside herself. The more she fucked and sucked the imps, the more it seemed to crackle along her nerves like a static charge. Though her mind and libido were willing to continue, her body finally collapsed in exhaustion. The imps gratefully piled atop her and began to snore as they curled against her breasts, thighs, and one even used her messy muff as a pillow.
"You have done well, apprentice," said Varminster. "Rest, and when you awaken clean yourself. When you awaken, we begin the hard work."
Over the coming days, Yvette learned just how hard the wizard planned to work her. When she was not climbing the ladders into the library to fetch books or scrolls for the ancient wizard's endeavor, she was cooking for his squadron of imps who labored long into the night in the wizard's laboratory. They were hammering and welding something, some strange statue that the princess could not make sense out of. Another golem?
When the imps finished their shifts of working, they expected to be serviced by the princess, and no matter how exhausted she was from her own labors, she found herself gladly pleasuring them. Often a simple sucking or a tit wank was sufficient to satisfy the yipping imp. Other nights they were impossibly randy and they tackled her and pounded her holes until the princess was exhausted and leaking imp cum in milky streams.
Varminster himself required the princess's attention on some nights. She danced for him and bathed him by caressing his body with her soapy breasts. He took her from behind, he claimed her ass with his huge cock, and he sometimes called her into the study and continued to scribble away at his moldering tomes while the princess dropped to a crouch and wrapped her lips around his tattooed tool. Sometimes he gratified her with invisible tongues or fingers and on one occasion he had her plop her pink pussy onto his mouth so he could stuff his tongue inside her.
The princess had another lover, secret and only available when Varminster and the imps took rare trips out of the tower to search for components. She had polished the iron golem to gleaming silver and oiled his joints every other day. It was a fair excuse stroke his iron sculpture and recall the maddening pleasure he had given her. On those days when Varminster and the imps were far away, Yvette dared to activate the golem with a drop of her blood and speak the words, "Imperitus Supalpor!"
Nothing could satisfy her lust quite like those vibrating snakes and the spinning cock that plunged tirelessly into her grease-lubed cunt. She rolled her eyes with mad pleasure as her huge iron lover clanked and steamed and fucked her senseless. Varminster caught her once. The old wizard only shook his head and left her to be pummeled by the iron brute.
"When he's finished with you, the imps are in need of your services," shouted the wizard from his laboratory.
That was an exhausting night for the poor princess. Straight from a knee-wobbling fucking by a iron golem to hours spent bobbing her head in the laps of yipping beasties with overactive libidos.
At long last, Varmisnter's project was nearing completion. It had been three weeks, or maybe four, since the imps had been summoned. It was difficult for Yvette to be sure of the passage of time with her ceaseless working.
Yvette was permitted to sleep in Varminster's downy-soft bed and awaken beside the ancient wizard. He was not asleep, of course, but rather nude and reading from one of his texts. She yawned and stretched beside him.
"Good morning, Master Varminster," said the princess. "Do you require more service."
She walked her fingertips up the flaccid hose of his cock and played them in his white pubic hair still slightly damp with her own juices.
"Not today, my dear," said the old wizard. "Today you will finally meet your destiny."
"My-my destiny?"
The old wizard nodded seriously.
"The portal is ready. Today we begin the ritual and call forth the one thing that can awaken your power." He turned the book he was reading to her and showed her a massive monster that combined the stature and savage masculinity of an ogre with the plump femininity of a succubus. The result was strangely alluring, but also grotesque and terrible.
"A pleasure elemental," said the princess, reading the text. "I have to defeat that?"
"In a manner of speaking and it will be dangerous. Few mortals could hope to resist succumbing to an eternity of pleasure. They become absorbed into the creature's hideous body and are never seen again."
"And how do I battle this creature? I cannot even cast a spell!"
"I think you know by now what you must do," said Varminster. "You have been training all these days to battle the creature. You must defeat it with your lust."
"I'll surely die! Look at it!" Yvette was nearly becoming hysterical.
"Calm yourself," scolded Varminster. "You must unleash that which you have held pent up within your body all this time. You are not only a mage or wizard, my dear apprentice, you are perhaps the most powerful one that has ever lived."
There was no need for her robe. She took the wizard's hand and walked naked through the laboratory. The imps were strangely quiet. The golem, activated, but standing idle. They all watched her enter the presence of the strange portal they had built. It was sculpted from iron, but took the shape of a woman's outline.
Varminster lit a fat, red candle and spoke a series of words the princess could not make out. He extinguished the flame with clear liquid from a small vial. The smoke that puffed up from the candle gathered in black wisps a
round the outline of the woman wrought in iron. The smoke grew in thickness and volume, seeming to curl from nowhere at all. With a deep throb, the portal opened and revealed the plane of elemental pleasure.
"Few wizards even know this place exists," said Varminster.
Yvette stepped towards the portal and gazed at the incredible landscape visible on the other side. Before she even realized what she was doing, she had stepped through, into the warm air and the sweet smell of sex. Rapturous cries of pleasure colored the wind.
A rolling meadow of smooth caramel-brown flesh was lined with flowers of crimson lace and larger plants that waved their phallic pistils in the air. A glistening stream poured through the crinkled vulva of a hill and great, pale mammary hillocks heaved gently as if a great beast breathed beneath them.
Blushing creatures with dangling pink trunks wrapped their drooping mouths around the plants and shuddered as they drank the flowing honey. Serene animals, like naked humans in the shapes of elk, licked the milk from the pink nipple of a hill as their golden and rusty manes swayed in the lust-scented breeze.
Varminster was telling Yvette something. Trying to give her some sort of advice. She gazed back at him through the shimmering membrane of the portal.
Soft hands plucked at her fingers. She looked down and saw one of the creatures with a trunk. She caressed the soft wrinkles of its head and smiled sweetly.
"Hello, little one. What are you?"
Its snuffling trunk raised up and it caught her nipple. It began to suck, a warm urgent pressure that made the princess cry out. The sounds of the slurping creature and Yvette's moans seemed to be drawing more of the beasts. Another latched onto her other breast. Their slurping trunks roamed over her back and thighs and pressed between her legs. She gasped as one sucked at her clit and pulled her delicate labia with its suction.
"Oh my, that is, ooooh, different. I don't think...hey...easy now."
The creatures were gentle, but gathering in numbers that were beginning to worry her. Their warm trunks snuffled over her back and bottom. Several sucked at her arms and thighs. Wherever they touched, her pleasure was immediate.
"I'm going to...going to...aaaaAAAAHHHH!!"
Yvette's orgasm burst from her like a thunderclap and scattered the poor creatures into the lace flowers. She was frozen for a moment in the throes of her ecstasy, head back and breasts thrust out, arms wide apart and fingers splayed and crackling with magical power. The creatures were unharmed, but stunned by the explosion. Before they could gather their senses, Yvette staggered away from them.
The lace flowers caressed her legs and fingers. She wanted to stop and rub the lace all over her and inhale the sweet, forbidden scent of a woman's lust. The fleshy pistils of the other plants turned after her and some ejaculated yellowish juice that splattered against her thighs and made her body prickle with pleasure. She wanted to stop and suck the juice from one of the plants, but she knew that she might fall into another trap if she did.
"Up there," she said to herself. "I'll be able to see from up there."
She climbed one of the largest of the breast hills. The soft, warm ground was spongy beneath her feet and made the going difficult. She reached the crinkled cap of the areola terrain. It was pink and tan and the nipple, rising nearly as tall as Yvette's head, was steadily dripping a sweet-smelling milk. The human-like elk with their beautiful faces and flowing manes paid the princess no mind as they lapped at the milk. More than one was mounting another of its species, a huge pink cock sliding into the human genitalia of the female.
"Ohhhh," moaned Yvette, sliding her fingers over her sopping slit. She got down on her hands and knees and offered herself to the creatures, moaning with jealousy as she watched them rut. They only seemed interested in their own kind. The princess thrust two fingers into her flooded channel and fucked herself as she watched strange creatures mating.
She was on the brink of a powerful orgasm when the creatures suddenly lifted their head and looked around with fear. They snorted and whined with distress. The males dismounted and the pack nearly trampled Yvette in their rush to escape the mammary hilltop. The princess got to her feet just in time to see what had terrified the creatures.
The detailed drawing of the pleasure elemental was no preparation for the creature as it leaped atop the fleshy nipple with the muscular ease of a gorilla. It was at least as big and brawny as the iron golem. Its naked flesh was rippling with muscles, particularly its huge arms, but upon its chest were four large breasts and dark areolas.
The elemental's face was a savage parody of a human. It was not even symmetrical and one of its watery blue eyes bulged grotesquely. It snarled at Yvette. She trembled and inhaled the rich musk of sex that it carried. She watched the slow pendulum swing of its massive flaccid cock. It was as big as a man's arm and joined to bollocks as fat as basilisk eggs.
Though the beast was terrible, the princess had never wanted anything more in her life. She did not retreat. She did not even stop fiddling with her hand between her thighs. She stared at its horrible face and welcomed it as it dropped down from the nipple and came for her.
It roared again, close enough for her to feel the heat of its breath. She quaked in ecstasy and watched with delight as it extended the pink appendage of its tongue. The long lash of its lick collided with Yvette's breasts and dragged a sweet-smelling mucus across them.
"Yes, fuck me," she cried. "Lick me. I need it."
The hot eel of the elemental's tongue slithered over Yvette's face and thrust into her mouth. She found herself in a smothering tongue-kiss with the monstrous creature. She did not care as it wrapped its mighty arms around her and, lifting her easily off the ground, pulled her to its breasts. Those breasts were soft and warm and Yvette eagerly thrust her hips and pushed her body tightly against the elemental.
The massive cock of the elemental began to stir against Yvette's bottom. She could feel the heat of the cock beneath her thighs as the elemental held her and scoured her yielding mouth with its hungry kiss.
The battering ram of the elementals cock was as thick as Yvette's forearm and corded with fat veins. While the elemental's body was an even flesh tone, the glistening length of its cock was banded with purples, deep reds, and marked with thousands of tiny capillaries. The scooped shovel-head of its glans was like nothing Yvette had ever seen before and it might have scared her if she were not so utterly enraptured by the creature's overwhelming kiss.
She squirmed in the creature's arms and felt the rubbery press of the creature's nipples. She tried to lower herself, to rub the juicy peach of her cunt against its cock, but it held her tightly with its hands and continued to explore her mouth with its tongue.
The princess soon realized that she was not only at the mercy of the creature's tongue and hands. Slithering tendrils began to emerge from holes all around the creatures neck and along its broad shoulders. The reed-thin tendrils began to caress Yvette's shoulders and rub their bulbous pink tips down her back, between her breasts, and down to her shapely bottom. Pleasure buzzed through Yvette wherever the tendrils touched. She craved them. She needed them inside her.
The pleasure elemental was happy to give her what she needed. The brute effortlessly spun her in his hands and lifted her up, folding her at the waist sot that her breasts nearly connected with her knees. The massive elemental dropped the lovely heart of her bottom against its hideous face. It snuffled breath down her crack and lashed her aching cunt with its fat tongue.
"AAaaahhhh! Yesssss!" wailed Yvette.
She was cumming almost the moment the elemental's tongue whipped against her straining clit. She bucked in the elemental's grasp as the tendrils from its shoulders began to wriggle into her crack, up her ass, and into her sopping slit. They reached up and encircled her arms, legs, and tightened like binding cords around her breasts. The buzzing tips tapped against her nipples and drove spikes of ecstasy into her chest.
Yvette's cries of pleasure grew to a shrieking crescendo as the plea
sure elemental's tongue finally plunged deep into her cunt. It parted her velvet and seemed to drink the sweet honey of her cum. She bucked and screamed until her voice was muffled by a fat bundle of tendrils pushing into her mouth all at once. They overwhelmed her gag reflex and drove into her throat, bulging her neck and nearly suffocating her in the process. It didn't matter to Yvette, she was lost in a maelstrom of ecstasy, her eyes rolled back and her body thrashing with repeated waves of orgasm.
The elemental slammed her onto her back on the warm, spongy flesh beneath their feet. The beast withdrew its tendrils from her mouth and dropped the throbbing weight of its cock onto her gasping lips. She freed her hands from the tendrils and embraced the huge trunk of cockmeat, cradling it into her cleavage and running her tongue beneath the veiny shaft. Her lips parted around the head and she sucked, drawing the hot fuckspear into her mouth and massaging it thoroughly with her tongue.
"GGgggggggrraaaaaaa!" cried the elemental and it spread her legs wide with its tendrils. The princess gasped around the fat head of its cock and raised her hips eagerly. All thoughts of her own safety were forgotten. The princess needed to feel the elemental's huge cock inside her.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
The elemental growled and tilted her lower body until her legs were almost vertical. Yvette shuddered as it dragged the hot length of its cock over her sobbing cunt. She needed it so bad that reached up and tried to push the cockhead into her juicy slit. The elemental pushed her hands away and lined its cock up, gently parting her velvet lips.
"Now! Give it to me! Fuck meeeeee!" screamed Yvette, rocking her hips and trying in vain to saw her delicate flower against the elemental's cock.
The elemental's hands nearly encircled the princess's slender waist. It held her pinned to the ground with her body contorted by the tendrils and her cunt completely at its mercy. Time seemed to stop for a moment. The princess, staring up into the hideous face of the elemental, felt a pang of regret deep inside her. She understood what she had become and what she was surrendering to the lusty beast. She was giving up her own humanity.
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