Princess to Pleasure Slave Collection: The Forbidden Book of Monstrous Pleasures

by Amanda Clover

  As she stared, Keyala noticed a strange shimmering on the forehead of the eager Kornasi captive. There was something there, some shape, and it gleamed in the firelight as if ethereal. A more careful look at the other women servicing the cold bloods revealed that each had a similar gleaming on her forehead. They seemed to be symbols of some sort. Where they magical?

  The emira was so transfixed by the lurid scene playing out in the chamber that she did not notice the lizardman behind her until it had reached around and cupped her breasts in its scaly hands. She let out a soft cry as it pulled her tightly against it and the cool wet wedge of its cock pressed against the warm curve of her bottom. The lizardman's tongue lapped from her shoulder to her ear. It turned her face and forced its tongue into her mouth.

  Though she was inflamed by the carnal display, she was not mad with lust like these women and the foul taste of the lizard's tongue in her mouth nearly made her gag. The lizardman did not seem to care. It pressed its tongue nearly to her throat and bent her forward. It cock played back and forth against her bottom and then the backs of her thighs. It took her without further ceremony, grabbing her shoulders and slamming its wedge into her slippery cunt. It felt huge. It seemed to stretch her as if it were her first time all over again.

  "Ah, no, easy, I am sore...from...aahhh...from the road...and....ahhhhh!"

  Her pleas dissolved into gasps of mingled pain and pleasure as the lizardman rutted into her cunt violently. Its hips collided with her bottom with loud slaps and its cock reached and curved deep into her tender channel. To be used for the cold blood's pleasure so carelessly turned her stomach and yet the wanton lust of the Kornasi women made the emira desire to be used. The soreness was overwhelmed by the heat and lubrication and she began to fuck back against the invading wedge of the lizardman's cock.

  "I won't...won't...become some mindless...whore..."

  She bit her lip as her orgasm welled inside her. She could not hold back her pleasure and as she thrust her bottom into the hips of her tormentor she felt her orgasm grip her body. She threw back her head and wailed with pleasure. Her hips rolled and her ass slapped loudly against the lizardman as her cunt clutched at his cock.

  "God, forgive me," she wailed, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. "What has become of me? Why does it nnnnnnnhhhh feel so good?"

  The lizardman pounding the wedge of his cock into her squeezing slit seemed to answer her with a mocking series of clicks. A moment later she felt its wedge flex and twitch and spew out a thick load of its seed into her cunt. It withdrew slowly and wiped it spunk against her bottom. She stood and it gripped her by her hair and pulled her face down to its cock. It pressed the slowly retreating wedge against her cheek. She tried to turn away as the slippery liquid smeared onto her face.

  "Please, stop," she moaned.

  The lizardman hissed and pushed her to the ground in apparent irritation. It was only as she looked up that she realized this lizardman was not one of her original captors. It bore deep scars on its chest and it seemed taller and with a large crest of bone on its forehead. The band of colored scales also were predominantly red as opposed to the mostly yellow and brown colors of her captors. Even partially retracted into its body, its cock was still larger than the others that had claimed her.

  "I'm sorry," said Keyala. The lizardman dismissed her with a wave of its clawed hands. She was picked up from the floor by her original captors and dragged out of the chamber.

  She knew she had displeased the lizardman with her reluctance. Were they going to kill her for her failure? New fear gripped her as she was dragged deeper and down, towards a growing heat that emanated from the depths beneath the false hill. They air became humid and almost uncomfortably warm.

  Without warning, her captors picked her up off her feet and carried her the last few feet to the mouth of a pit. She could not see what was below and so she kicked and screamed as they hurled her over the rim. She crashed into painfully hot water. For a moment she felt as if she was being boiled alive, but her senses recovered and the heat, initially seemingly boiling, was only very hot.

  Keyala realized she had been dunked into a large, shallow hot spring. Several Kornasi women shared the waters with her. The women seemed to be in the process of bathing. They looked at her with dull expressions of curiosity. Around the rim of the pool stood several groups of lizardmen, including one that was blue-scaled and wearing an elaborate headpiece.

  The hot waters of the spring began to relax Keyala's ache muscles and soothe the soreness from her tender cunt. She let herself float in the mineral-rich water, her dark hair forming weeds that drifted behind her head and her pert breasts rising like two islands from the water's surface.

  One of the Kornasi women approached. She was tall and busty, her fat breasts resting atop a seemingly pregnant belly. Her shoulder-length hair was caramel brown to match the brown of her eyes. Her pretty face was marred by a legacy of childhood acne. She had a sweet smile on her lips and came very close, allowing Keyala to clearly discern the glistening shape of one of the symbols. It was a sort of symbol, like a letter or rune, and but it was no more substantial than the glistening trail left by a slug.

  "You are new," said the Kornasi woman. "My name is Della."

  "Keyala. You are Kornasi?"

  "Yes, I was once. Would you like me to wash you?"

  "Yes," said Keyala without thinking.

  Della had strong hands. She lifted Keyala out of her floating position and onto her feet in the shallow water. Della used a cloth that might have been torn from Keyala's long lost robe and began to gently scrub the emira's shoulders. Keyala groaned from the woman's comforting touch and leaned back to find herself cushioned by the Kornasi woman's breasts.

  "How long have you been imprisoned here?" asked Keyala.

  "Imprisoned?" Della reached around Keyala's body and began to vigorous stroke her breasts and massage the washcloth against her nipples. "I have been here for two changes of the moon, but I am not imprisoned."

  "But you serve the cold bloods?"

  The Kornasi woman's lips bent down into a sympathetic frown.

  "We call them our masters, but we are not imprisoned. If you are trusted you may come and go as you like."

  Keyala perked up as she sensed a possible avenue of escape. She tried to concentrate despite the way Della's thick fingers kept caressing the emira's hard nipples.

  "What must I do to become trusted?"

  "That is easy, Keyala. You must accept the mark."

  "The thing on my head? I can't do that..oohhhhh.."

  The emira forgot her objections as Della's washcloth moved beneath the water and gently pressed between Keyala's slender thighs. The soft cloth clung to Keyala's tender sex. The emira moan and Della caught her lips and kissed her. The Kornasi woman cupped the washcloth against the emira's cunt and squeezed. Della's fingers traced from her clit all the way around to the emira's tender ass.

  "Mmmmmm," cried Keyala against Della's lips.

  Della's tongue pressed into the emira's mouth, her kiss becoming increasingly hungry and intimate as the Kornasi woman stroked Keyala's cunt. Della trapped the emira with the deceptive power of her body. She thrust her tongue deep into Keyala's yielding mouth and her fingers worked in purposeful circles against the emira's hard little clit.

  "What are you doing?" gasped Keyala.

  "Do you not like this?" asked Della, stopping her rubbing and releasing the emira from her grasp.

  "Well, no," admitted Keyala.

  "What is it then, my pretty desert flower?" asked Della.

  Guilt prickled between Keyala's shoulders at the name "flower." It was what Odello always called her. She pulled away from Della and looked at the shapely Kornasi woman who wore a look of polite surprise.

  "What did you call me?" asked Keyala.

  "Desert flower?"

  Della smiled and pressed against Keyala. The emira was overwhelmed by the size and soapy softness of the Kornasi woman's breasts. She was driven
back against the edge of the pool and Della imprisoned her in her strong arms. The Kornasi woman's breasts and fat nipples were nearly in Keyala's face.

  "I call you flower because you are black and gold and beautiful like the sand poppies I saw in the erg growing in the valleys between dunes." Della laced her fingers into Keyala's dark hair and kissed the emira's neck. "You smell as sweet as those flowers. I wonder how you taste."

  Della's mouth devoured the emira's slender neck, moving to her shoulder and lower, to her breasts that met the waterline. The big Kornasi woman's kisses were sloppy, opening mouth and hungry, traveling the pert hills of the emira's chest to find each nipple and suck each with urgent lust.

  Keyala could not resist the feeling. It was forbidden for a woman to touch a woman in this way and yet it recalled her certain moments with her bridal tutors. Moments splayed on her bed with her older tutor teasing a wooden cock against the emira's slick channel. Forbidden embraces and secret kisses that should not have been.

  "Yessss," hissed Keyala and she pulled Della against her hard brown nipple and the mounds of her pert breasts.

  Dall laughed and sucked at the nipple in her mouth. She peered up at the emira, a wicked smile on her face. Keyala thrust her pussy against Della's thigh. She ached to be touched more intimately. She ran her hands down Della's back and felt the roundness of the Kornasi woman's ass beneath the water. It was so soft and so lovely.

  "I can feel your heat even in the water," said Della. "You want me to touch you. To taste you. That heat you feel will be ten times as wicked once you're marked."

  The Kornasi woman teased Keyala's breast with wet kisses. Her tongue lashed the emira's areola and straining nipple. Her full lips closed around the perky brown cap and sucked.

  "Marked like you?" squeaked Keyala.

  "It does not erase your mind . It enhances. The lust, the sex, you will be so much happier once they have marked you."

  "And yet you call the cold bloods your masters?"

  With a laugh the Kornasi woman suddenly lifted Keyala up out of the water and plopped her bottom on the stone rim of the pool. The emira had no chance to object as the slick plumpness of the Kornasi woman slid atop her. She was pinned flat to the stone beneath Della's luscious curves. Keyala's legs were corded apart and Della pressed her thigh against the emira's tender cunt.

  "They give us a happy life of pleasure. You might call me master as well before I am done with you," laughed Della.

  Keyala thought to object, but before she could form the words on her lips the Kornasi woman had slid down between the emira's slender thighs and lowered her face to the aching cove of Keyala's sex. Della's fat tongue thrust into the blushing pink flower of Keyala's cunt. The emira hissed with pleasure as that tongue drove into her, opening her velvet folds and lapping from her freshly-scrubbed anus to the hard bud of her clit.

  "Ohhhhhhh! Your tongue was sent by demons!"

  Keyala thought she heard a laugh as the Kornasi woman's fingers joined the fray. They spread Keyala's cunt open and Della greedily lapped the honey flowing from the pink well of her cunt. That tongue was ravenous. It lashed Keyala's swollen lips and battered her clit. It delved deep into the tight channel of her cunt and made her squirm and thrust her little cunt against the Kornasi woman's mouth. Della opened her mouth wide and sucked at the whole of Keyala's tender flesh.

  As the emira's orgasm grew as surely as a rising tide, as she grabbed at Della's head and worked her hips to fuck against the Kornasi woman's devilish tongue, the lizardmen began to take an interest. The clicking creatures gathered around, so many that they enclosed the raunchy scene in a wall of their scaly bodies.

  Their cold eyes devoured the bodies of the two humans. They flicked from Keyala's parted lips and glistening breasts to her tongue-wracked cunt and Della's fat ass, raised and wriggle from side to side as if inviting the pink wedges of their cocks.

  The rising agony of Keyala's pleasure was tempered by her growing concern that the lizardmen might attack them. Yet she was helpless to move. Before the cold bloods could be driven into a frenzy, they parted to allow the blue-scaled creature with the headdress to approach.

  "It feels so good," panted the emira, thrusting herself against the Kornasi woman's mouth. "I can't...can't stop!"

  The blue lizardman leaned over Keyala. Its golden eyes flicked over the length of her body. It reached into pouch at its hip and its finger came out coated in a gray pigment. Before the emira could react its fingertip dragged over her forehead. She had a moment to realize what was happening and then it spoke with a loud hiss and series of clicks and she felt the magic begin to work. It was a hot pressure, prickling every bit of her flesh and seeming into melting into her body and mesh with the searing eruption of her orgasm.

  "AAaaaaaahhhh!" she screamed in terrified pleasure. "So goooooood!"

  It was not at all like those times with her fingers or a pillow or the wooden toy of a tutor rubbing at her seam. It was as if every nerve ending in her body burst into flames and those being tormented by Della's tongue were as bright and hot as flares of a sun. She wailed and thrust herself at Della with wild abandon and all she could think about was that she wanted more. She wanted to feel more and taste and touch. She wanted to fuck.

  The world became an intense fever-dream of pleasure. She found the strength to roll the Kornasi woman onto her back and fondled Della's huge breasts and fat nipples. She laughed when they spurted milk and she clamped her mouth around those leaking nipples and sucked the warm, sweet cream hot from the Kornasi woman's luscious body. Her kisses traveled over Della's pregnant belly and found the hairless furrow between her legs. It was fat and blushing with lust. Beneath the soapy smell of the bath was the forbidden musk of a woman's arousal.

  There was no hesitation in her heightened state. She ran her tongue along the furrow of Della's cunt and began to lick and suck like a ravenous beast. The emira found no limits to her desire, no qualms or taboos that might have restrained her actions. She furiously fingered her own cunt as she licked and sucked. She drank the cum from Della's cunt as hungrily as she had the milk from her breasts.

  When the Kornasi woman rolled onto hands and knees, her dripping breasts dangling nearly to the floor, Keyala did not hesitate to launch her lust-crazed assault on the Kornasi woman's ass. She plunged two fingers into her hot trench and pressed her tongue into the warm valley of her ass, tasting the taut clench of her asshole and only feeling even greater pangs of pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm tore through Keyala's body as she licked and fingered and sucked without reservation.

  She was still moaning and trying to thrust her body at unseen cocks when the lizardmen lifted her up and carried her away from the pool. She was thrown into a stone cell dug into the floor and a lid of woven wood was closed over her. She was passed bits of meat, sweet fruit, and a cup of warm milk. She devoured the food in a rush and continued to finger herself and suck her own fingers until exhaustion forced her into a deep sleep.

  She awoke with a start. Rough hands lifted her out of the dark cell and into the light of a torch. Her head was spinning. Her body ached from overexertion. The intense effects of the sigil on her forehead had waned to nothing. She looked at the lizardman holding the torch as it looked her over curiously.

  "What are you doing?" she asked.

  The lizardman seemed to cast its gaze furtively around the chamber. There were many other cells dug into the floor. Keyala could hear moans and snoring issuing from some of the cells. In the distant reaches of the large room a pair of lizardmen were conferring over an open cell. They seemed preoccupied with what they were doing.

  The lizardman suddenly fondled the emira's bare breasts with both hands. The scales of its palms rasped against her nipples and she let out a gasp of surprise. Before she could object the lizardman spoke a short hiss and series of clicks. Familiar heat welled from within her and poured out over her body like magma from an erupting volcano.

  Within seconds she was aflame with desire and the r
ough caress of the lizardman was heaven to her. Powerful orgasms began at her straining nipples and radiated through her body. She fell to her knees, running her hands over the smoother scales of the lizardman's abdomen and thighs.

  "Give me your cock," she moaned. "I need it. I need to...suck it...fuck it..."

  The lewd words boiled from her lips in gasps of pleasure. The lizardman hissed. A seam opened on its abdomen and the pink wedge of its cock began to slowly press through, glistening a pale, marked with hundreds of tiny capillaries.

  Keyala was mad with lust. She began licking the beast's cock, running her tongue over and around it and urging it to full erection. She slid it into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around the fat wedge at the base. Her lips tightened. Her cheeks hollowed. She plunged three fingers into her boiling cunt and fucked herself as she wantonly slurped and bobbed on the lizardman's cock. She wanted it inside her. She wanted to fuck against it and feel it spurt its cum against her inner walls.

  The lizardman would not allow her back onto her feet. It pressed her back onto the floor and climbed over her face. Its body covered her view as it began to fuck into her mouth. She had no sense to be humiliated. Her body would not even gag on the intruding cock. She wrapped her arms around the lizardman and urged it to roughly jam its cock into her mouth until her jaw was burning with exertion.

  It erupted without warning. Lukewarm, sweet lizardman semen flooded her mouth and blocked Keyala's sinuses. The lizardman atop her hissed loudly and fucked her mouth, overflowing her lips with cum and, on the down stroke, spewing its sperm directly into the hot, shuddering walls of her throat. She came again and again as it emptied its load. She swallowed eagerly and drank the cum as if it were her favorite wine. Her hips bucked as she thrust her slick cunt against her fingers.