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

by Amanda Clover

  The lizardman lifted from her, trailing strands of spunk that were glued to her cheeks and lips and even her nose. Its pink cock was already retreating. She leaned up, licking and trying to suck it. The lizardman responded with a hiss and a series of click and she fell back, suddenly sick with the heaviness of the cum in her belly, of the tacky feel in her throat and the filth coating her face and breasts. Shame burned her, hot as a fire, and she wanted to weep.

  "You've shut it off," she moaned in anguish.

  The creature had smothered the flames of her ardor by deactivating the magic of the sigil. It seemed to laugh at her humiliation and shame as it pulled her to her feet and forced her to begin walking out of the chamber. It followed close behind, prodding her with a clawed fingertips. The sickening smell of it was clinging to her nostrils. Keyala wanted to vomit. She held it back, afraid of what new shame the lizardman might visit on her if she was sick.

  She was marched through the tunnels of the false hill, tunnels that began to echo with cries of pleasure and pain and the excited hissing and clicking of the cold bloods. She was brought into a room that was crowded with women and lizardmen. The women were clamped into contraptions that resembled punishment stocks, but configured to force them into a variety of compromising positions. Many of these women were being mounted by particularly large and tough looking lizardmen.

  There were also lizardmen coming in and out with strange satchels that resembled pinkish peapods nearly as big as a human's forearm. These had an unwholesome wetness to them and, as Keyala watched, the tip of one was thrust into the cunt of a woman in stocks and the lizardman holding it began to squeeze. The woman wailed with pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hanging open as whatever was in the pod was pushed into her body.

  "What is this place?" asked Keyala.

  She expected no answer from the lizardman. She did not even need one. She suspected what was in those disgusting pods and what was happening to all these women. Eggs were being pushed into their wombs and then fertilized. Warm human bodies were being used to incubate the eggs of the lizardmen.

  Horrified, she took a step back from the grotesque scene and collided with the lizardman. His clawed hands gripped her shoulders. His hissed and clicked so softly it was almost a whisper, but the effect was as loud as a thunderclap in her body. The sigil activated and she began to burn with lust. Her fears were forgotten. The emira turned to the lizardman and tried to coax his cock out of his body by kissing his cold scales and rubbing her breasts against him.

  The lizardman ignored Keyala's lust and pointed his clawed finger at an empty set of stocks.

  "In there?" moaned the emira. "Will you fuck me if I...ohhh...climb into them? Please, I neeeeed it. They look uncomfortable, but I'll do anything for your hard cock."

  The stocks were uncomfortable. They forced her to bend in half at the waist and her wrists were locked just beside her ankles. This unnatural posture exposed her juicy slit and the pink clench of her anus and, with her head dangling, gave her an upside down view between her legs. Although the position might have quickly become agonizing under normal conditions, the emira only whimpered and fought to thrust herself at the lizardman as he clamped her tightly into the stocks.

  "Fuck me," she pleaded.

  The lizardman departed without another click, leaving her in trapped in the stocks. The emira was a sensual animal. Her tender body thrummed with lust. She could hear the beating of her excited heart, a drum accompanying the moans and sounds of sex all around her.

  To the emira's left, a hugely pregnant woman was hung by her wrists from iron chains. The whites of her eyes showed. Her massive breasts were hard with milk and her areolas and nipples were swollen almost to purple and steadily dripping milk. The woman was babbling and lost in her own world of pleasure.

  To Keyala's right side, a slender Kornasi beauty was locked onto her hands and knees. A pair of hulking lizardmen were using her from both ends and she was enjoying every stroke of their fat pink cocks. Keyala watched them, shuddering with sympathetic lust and gasping out of jealousy, crying out for one for the lizardmen to come and fuck her.

  The emira did not have to wait long. She tensed as the lizardmen approached her. The smaller one carried one of the fleshy peapods. Beside this beast came a huge brute, scarred and thick-bodied compared to the lizardmen the emira had met so far. Its pink cock was already peeking from its slit. She could smell its scent. She needed it. She didn't care what they intended to put into her body first.

  "Yes," she cried. "Yes. Put it in me. Fuck me."

  She shook the stocks around her with her eagerness to be taken. The sigil was like a potent drug, burning in her blood and heating her firm body to the point that she was becoming damp all over with sweat. Her pink cunt was slick with her juices.

  She was trembling with anticipation as the lizardmen approached her. The larger one clicked and hissed. He gestured to Keyala with his clawed finger and the emira felt a thrill of acknowledgement. The smaller cold blood lowered the fleshy pod. She watched it approaching. She could smell the strange musk of the reptiles. It was forbidden and exciting and the odor was particularly strong coming from the pod. The end facing her gaped open slightly and she could see the eggs packed inside. They were milky white, fatter than prize pearls and glistening with mucus.

  "Put them in me," she cried. "I want them. I neeeeed them."

  The lightest touch of the pod against her velvet folds sent an orgasmic wave hurtling through her body. As she tensed and released the lizardman pushed the pod inside her, stretching her near-virginal slit. With the pod snugly inside the emira's clutching cunt, the lizardman began to squeeze, working his hands from the base of the pod towards Keyala.

  "Ohhhhh it's so good," gasped Keyala.

  She watched the stretched pod losing its stuffing. Mucus spilled out from her pink flower as it was force fed from the pod. The harder the lizardman squeezed, the deeper the eggs pushed into her body until they were being forced past her cervix. What should have been uncomfortable at the very least was instead orgasmic. The mucus-covered eggs squeezed into her inner cove, packing into her fertile womb until she was stuffed with the reptilian caviar.

  Panting from exertion, the emira was nevertheless eager for more. She did not have to beg as the large lizardman shoved aside his smaller comrade. The scarred lizardman had the muscular frame and bearing of a warrior. The emira salivated at the sight of his pink cock protruding from his abdomen. It was the biggest she had yet seen among the cold blood. She could almost feel it already inside her.

  "Fuck meeee," he whined, squirming in the stocks.

  The lizardman's thin lips curled back from his rows of sharp teeth. He seemed to sense her eagerness and teased his cock against her cunt, from thigh to buttock, to the hot, tender valley of her crack. Her firm body quaked with lust at the lizardman's touch. The feeling of his cock against her anus nearly made her cum again.

  The teasing touch of the lizardman's cock was excruciating. Upside down, her head between her legs, she could see everything. She watched the pink head of the reptile root smearing against her delicate quim, down to her clit. He stroked his cock in his clawed hand and smacked it against her firm bottom.

  He squatted and dragged his cock over her lips. She lashed his cock with her tongue, gathering a tantalizing taste of him before he pulled back, denying her the pleasure of sucking him. It was maddening for her, but it did not go on very long. The lizardman tired of his game and stood tall behind her. His rough hands caressed the smooth curves of her ass. The tip of the pink wedge of his cock pressed against her velvet furrow.

  "Yes, fuck me!" she gasped. "I need to feel it ooOOOHHH!"

  Words were meaningless to the emira as her tender cunt was finally claimed by the lizardman's cock. He gripped her roughly around the waist and snarled as he slammed into her, buried to the root in a single stroke. Her eyes went wide as she was stretched by the thick base of his cock.

  He pounded his
cock into her without relent. Her upside down head bounced and her hair swept against the floor beneath her. She watched in awe as the cock fucked into her aching cunt. It squelched and stretched her and sent glistening streams of her juices squeezing down her thighs like the juice of a fresh peach.

  Her pert breasts shook with every thrust. Orgasmic pleasure piled into her as if driven by a ram. She clenched and released and tightened deep inside with ceaseless ecstasy. She was breaking and she did not care. Something wet dripped against her forehead and it took the emira several seconds to realize it was her own crazed drool falling onto her face. Her body, her pleasure, were owned completely by the cold blooded brute and she did not care.

  "Cum," she begged him, barely able to form words. "Cum inside me."

  The lizardman hissed and bared his rows of sharp teeth. She watched his cock, swollen dark red, flex with the lizardman's contractions. She watched the root pulsing. She felt the cool, thick cum flooding into her clutching cunt. As the lizardman injected his fertile cum into her body, basting the eggs stuffed into her womb, the emira experienced a dizzying shock of pleasure to eclipse all before it. She was pregnant, she knew it, just not in a way or by man she had ever imagined.

  The lizardman slowed his strokes. Frothy white cum began to leak out from around its cock and drip past Keyala's dangling head. She felt his cock deflating even as diminishing shocks of pleasure rippled through her body. He slid his cock out of the emira's creamed trench with a slurp. Cum bubbled out lewdly and splattered onto the floor. He squatted again, balancing weight on his tail, and this time fed his cock into her mouth. She moaned with lust as she tasted his salty sweet cum and began to eagerly suck him.

  Her lust would not allow the lizardman's cock a chance to soften. She licked and sucked and restored it to full hardness. The beast fucked into her mouth, stifling her with his musk and smearing her face with his cum. He pulled his cock out, leaving her gasping as he plunged back into her stuffed cunt. His claws tightened again around her waist and he began to rut into her so violently that she felt as if she might break loose from the stocks. They wooden and iron restraints held and the lizardman furiously jammed his cock into her until he had flooded her womb and aching channel with another massive load of cum.

  Then his cock was back into her mouth and she was sucking eagerly at him. It was a process that repeated again and again as the lizardman used her mouth to clean and excite his fat wedge and her cunt to receive his diminishing loads of sperm-rich spunk. He fucked her again and again until she was in a stupor of pleasure and lust and he had exhausted his last reserves of cum. There could be no doubt that the eggs that filled the emira's tender womb had been fertilized.

  "Th-thank you," she managed. "Thank you, master."

  The sigil shimmered on her sweat and cum smeared forehead. Her dusky eyes were mad with the ecstasy of being bred. Della had not lied. It was a happy life filled with pleasure and all she had to do was accept it.

  Epilogue

  The lizardman was hurled down the tunnel by a blast of magical force. It collided with the wall and slumped unconscious to the floor.

  A pair of lizardman warriors charged out of a side tunnel, but before they could react to what they found, invisible hands assailed them. They were pinned to the wall by invisible hands and unseen mouths and tongues began to assault their fleshy cocks. The magical servants muffled the angry clicking of the lizardmen with the warm, invisible presence of cunts above their faces. They were forced to lick just to free their snouts enough to breathe.

  A tall and well-built human stepped past the pinned lizardmen. He wore the black and red robes of a war wizard and carried a staff with the head of a cobra. Sweat glistened on his dark forehead. On his face he wore a look of absolute determination.

  By his side was a voluptuous woman of unparalleled beauty. She wore her blond hair pulled back from her face and her battle robes as if they were corseted and bound to accentuate her ample curves. An amulet of protection hung between her large breasts. Her staff was a phallic object sculpted with obscene details. She smiled as she passed the lizardmen being pleasured by her invisible servants.

  "That should keep them occupied," said Yvette Chevalier.

  Odello nodded to her. He studied the glowing map projected from the head of his staff. A twinkling mote of light marked the location of the Emira of Varnasha within the confusing anthill of the lizardmen.

  "She is through there," he said, pointing to a distant tunnel. "They are keeping many humans in that room, so be on your guard."

  "Always," said Yvette.

  The striking wizardess raised her hand into a casting posture and sent another bounty of invisible lovers to assault the guards protecting the chamber. The lizardmen collapsed in surprise as they were smothered beneath the unseen bodies of lusty spectral sluts. Their cocks responded to the magical harem and they seemed to thrust into thin air and fondle nothing.

  Odello tried not to look at the lizards. He knew why they kept the human women here and he feared for the poor emira's fate. He stormed past the lizardmen and into the chamber.

  Torches cast dim light over an appalling scene. A dozen women, perhaps more, reclined in a steaming hot spring so shallow it did not even cover their legs. The women were all nude and either hugely pregnant or recently emptied.

  In the murky water of the pool slithered hundreds of juvenile saureks. Their soft bodies were like so many tadpoles.

  Many of the women were being attended by the female saureks, smaller than the males, who used funnels and hoses of sap rubber to bind and milk the huge breasts of the human females. The women were moaning and writhing as if in a state of sexual ecstasy. Some were touching themselves as they were being milked.

  "By the Black Tower," muttered Odello.

  "Look at their heads," said Yvette. "They have been marked with magical sigils. Some sort of domination power?"

  "No," said Odello. "I have seen that before on a Rakash slaver's stock. It is a pleasure mark. These women are enjoying their captivity."

  It was as he realized this that Odello saw the emira.

  Emira Keyala Aldrisi was leaned back over the rim of the hot spring. Her body was grotesquely swollen from only weeks earlier. Her arms and legs were plump, her belly distended, but it was her breasts that showed the greatest change. The perky tits Odello had once fondled and kissed had ballooned to an immense size and filled with milk. Her brown areolas had enlarged and her fat nipples dripped a steady stream of her cream out and into the water, exciting tadpole-like lizardmen filling the pool.

  "We are too late," said Odello.

  "I can overpower the sigil," said Yvette, already raising her hand to cast the spell. "It is strong magic, but I have the power."

  Odello gently put his hand on Yvette's arm.

  "No, she is tainted to her people. Her father would not have her back." Odello felt sick as he watched her writhe in the water. "Look at her happiness. Would we truly be helping her to free her from the pleasure only to know her life was doomed to misery?"

  "You say we leave her?" asked Yvette, the horror plain on her face.

  "I say that we forget she ever existed. We will inform her father that the desert swallowed her up. It is the way for many travelers far less fortunate than her."

  "And what of the lizardmen? We leave them to prey upon women?"

  "I see your anger," said Odello. "It is just, conjuror, and I know you have the power to destroy them all with your magic. But the lizardmen do not attack wizards. We do not wish to provoke them to war."

  Yvette's disgust showed on her face, but she accepted the senior wizard's judgment. Not every battle could be won with magic. Not ever soul could be saved.

  As they departed from the chamber, Odello could still hear the soft moaning of the emira as she was wracked with orgasmic birth pangs. He knew from the bestiary that soon she would be filled again by the reptilian brutes. She was doomed to live out her life in a haze of pleasure, serving all who desired h
er and birthing countless generations of lizardmen.

  "Goodbye, emira," he said and turned his back on her for the last time.

  Book 7 - Bloodsuckers

  The Rama tribe of Dobromir made its camp in the foothills of the Carpath mountains. The caravan wagons were circled around a bonfire and the trinket-sellers, fortune-tellers, pickpockets and witch women drank and caroused late into the night. Curious travelers had visited from nearby Ravenhold during the day, but as dusk had gathered they had hurried back to their homes

  The red lanterns were hung from the gilded caravan wagon of the Rama King Erlich Dobromir. Those lanterns meant he had guests of a very particular kind. Laughter and cries of pleasure carried from the caravan and into the moonlit night, confirming the nature of his visitors.

  "The dancing girls have come to see father again."

  Princess Lubba Dobromir ducked her head back into her caravan carriage and looked at her sisters. Her eyes, like those of her sisters, were large and colored an unusually bright shade of lavender. She was plump and comely and wore her supposedly modest silks and golden jewelry in a way that caught the attention of men. The men called her the golden witch for her loud laughter and her unusual blond hair.

  "Father has the dancing girls visit him every night when he comes to Ravenhold," scolded Esmerelda. "When will you tire of their frolicking, sister?"

  Esmerelda, eldest of the sisters, was dark-haired and lean. Pretty, but serious. Unlike Lubba, she carried herself and wore her clothing like a true princess. She was smart, but not so smart as she believed and possessed a cold temper that could appear at the smallest slight.

  "Never! I learn so much from the way they move." Lubba wet her lips and shook her body in a lewd mockery of the harlots. "And the things that they do."

  "It is unseemly to take such an interest in father," said Esmerelda. "Don't you agree, Nadia?"

  Nadia was hardly paying attention to her sisters.

  "Eh, yes, exactly as you say, sister."