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

by Amanda Clover

  “Your scent is perfume, is human rich smell. Baths and oils.” Yalak stirred the fire. “Warg very smart. More like goblin than animal.”

  “I don’t know that I would call you very smart,” said Katja.

  “They understand every word you speak. Not talk, but understand, right Svaruk?”

  The warg sat down on its haunches and pawed at the dirt beside the fire. Its sharp-nailed fingers tore a row of furrows in the earth.

  Yalak decided Katja was done with her soup bowl. He took it from her hands, drank her remaining soup, and handed her a wooden cup filled with eye-wateringly strong liquor.

  “I’m a virgin, you know,” said the princess. “That’s worth a lot of gold.”

  “Oh, yes?” Yalak chuckles. “Princesses always virgin. Sometimes I don’t believe. But I believe. Svaruk would growl if you were whore.”

  “Unless you wish to sacrifice that fortune in gold, perhaps you should—“

  Yalak held up his hand.

  “No deals. You say virgin, okay, boy hair princess. I believe. Now drink gnome wine and we decide what to do.” Yalak scratched under the warg’s jaws. “Svaruk, you go. Watch for bandits.”

  The warg whined with disappointment, but departed the comfort of the fire to patrol the darkness beyond the trees. Yalak sipped his cup of gnome wine and watched Katja.

  She drank. She was thirst and she knew from stealing her mother’s brandy what pleasant effects alcohol could have. She had already made up her mind that she would do things with the goblin, do what it took to please him and to preserve her virginity. The alcohol was just a comfort. It would make everything easier.

  After a few sips of the burning liquor, she felt its warmth in her body. It was like a blanket poured into her belly. She drank more and drank it faster. Yalak sloshed more of the strong wine into her cup and she finished that as well.

  She laughed as he reached out and began to slowly unbutton her doublet. His fingers were awkward on the human buttons. She tried to help, but her fingers were dumb with liquor. She could only watch, feeling that pleasant warmth as the goblin opened her doublet completely and slid it back from her tightly wrapped breasts.

  “I see now how you do it,” said Yalak.

  “I suppose you want to see these?” She grabbed her bound breasts with both hands and squeezed. “Give me your knife. I’ll cut it off.”

  “No knife,” chuckled Yalak. “I cut off.”

  He stood behind her and deftly slid the tip of the blade under the back of the wrapping. He sliced through the layers of gauze, sawing to cut away the last bit. She shed the wrapping and let out a sigh of relief as her plump breasts were freed of the sweaty confinement and no longer spread flat onto her chest. The wrap had marked her pale flesh with a red crisscross. Thankfully, her comely bosoms returned to youthful pertness. She moaned softly as her heaving breasts were stroked by the cool, night breeze, drying away her sweat as her nipples rose, pink and plump, from the tortured circles of her areolas.

  “They were suffocating under that wrap,” said Katja, unable to hide her relief.

  The princess leaned back on her hands and let the goblin have a good look. It was funny to her that hours ago the thought of baring her breasts to a goblin would have been unthinkable. With everything that had occurred and the quantity of gnome wine in her belly, it seemed like not a particularly important thing.

  Yalak crouched beside her. He wet his lips with a long, pink tongue and flexed his fingers.

  “I touch them,” said the goblin. He did not seem to be asking her and yet he hesitated until Katja gave him a slight nod.

  The goblin squealed with delight that was almost instantly muffled in the soft, sore mounds of the young princess’s breasts as the goblin smothered his face against her ample chest. His fingers squeezed the plump flesh of each breast, crushing them against his face. His hot breath tickled between her tits and the princess could not help but laugh. The goblin’s eagerness pushed her off balance and she flopped onto her back, still laughing, as Yalak began to squeeze and lick and suck at her breasts. He was in a frenzy of lust. His tongue lashed one nipple as his fingers pinched and twisted the other.

  “Heeyyyyy!” squealed Katja.

  Yalak might have mumbled an apology as he soothed her straining nipple with his mouth. He sucked like a nursing tot and squeezed her breast as if she might fill his mouth with her mother’s milk. Though she had no milk to give, the constant suction and stimulation of his tongue on her swollen nipple sent warm ripples through her body. She brought up her knees and scissored her thighs together against the rubbing fabric of her male undergarments.

  “Oooooh,” she cried and rolled her head from side to side. Her pleasure grew with each wet pop of suction as the goblin fondled and suckled her breasts.

  The goblin made a sound against her breasts and released them from his amorous grasp. Katja’s comely mound settled back into place. Her nipples throbbed with engorgement, reddened by the goblin’s rough handling and glistening with his saliva. Yalak stood up and worked the worn buckle of his knife belt. It dropped heavily to his ankles and the princess watched as the slender goblin untied the bindings of his loincloth.

  His cock bounced free of its confinement and, without thinking, the princess sat up to get a better look. The flesh was gray green from the root, up the curve of his shaft, and to just below the fleshy tip, which was pink and slightly damp with oily liquid. The size was impressive compared to the goblin’s stature, perhaps a bit longer than Katja’s longest finger and much thicker. Beneath this cock dangled two hairless stones in the sack of his manhood.

  The princess had never seen a man’s anatomy in anything other than dirty sketches in books, so she compared it to the pink and red cocks of dogs. Though she was not repelled by the goblin’s manhood, she did not feel that same immediate surge of lust.

  “Touch shank,” said the goblin. “Put hand on… cock.”

  He reached down and seized one of her hands. He pulled it to the hot hardness of his cock and guided her fingers to wrap around his shaft.

  “Like this?” asked the princess and she gave him a squeeze.

  “This,” replied the goblin and he began to move her hand to slide over his shaft and rub across his slippery tip.

  Katja caught on quickly enough. She pulled him closer and inhaled the rich, musky scent of his loins. Her hand slipped over the oily liquid oozing from his tip and spread it down the length of his shaft. He groaned and thrust his narrow hips, working his cock into her soft grasp. Despite her lack of attraction to Yalak, the simple act of sexually pleasing him with her hand was having an effect on her. The fire growing in her loins added to the heat of the wine radiating from her belly.

  More and more fluid spilled from Yalak’s straining cock and lubricated Katja’s hand. The thrusting of the goblins hips pushed him closer until his cock was practically in her face. The princess did not look away, as she had in the stable yard. She stared at the darkening crimson of the goblin’s tip, at the way his juices were stirred by her hand into a light froth that lewdly slipped beneath her fingers.

  “Milk mounds,” said Yalak. He had to repeat the phrase several times before Katja understood he meant her breasts. He gestured from her flushed mounds to his straining cock, back and forth, until she realized what he the skinny goblin desired.

  “My breasts? You want to… oh… Ohhh! I see!”

  “Yeaaaah,” cackled Yalak. “Soft and warm!”

  She released her grip on his cock and rose from a sitting position to her knees. His cock was so slippery that it took a few tries, but the princess managed to capture Yalak’s straining member between her breasts. She squeezed him tightly and let out a cry of surprise as he began to furiously fuck his cock into her soft valley. His body slapped against her mashed mounds and he panted and squealed with pleasure as he fucked the princess’s plentiful breasts.

  The goblin seemed to enjoy this new activity, but the position was awkward and no matter how tight
ly Katja squeezed him between her breasts, his cock slipped out after a few strokes.

  “We could try it on my back,” she offered. “You could climb on top and do it that way.”

  The goblin wanked himself and seemed to consider her offer. His uneven smile reappeared and he staggered closer to her, rising to his tip-toes and thrusting his cock against her lips. She sputtered and turned away, leaving a smear of his strong-smelling precum on her lips.

  “Suck, princess. You like this. I promise. Taste good.” He stroked himself and left more of his precum glistening on her cheek.

  She fought back her shame and revulsion, closed her eyes, and forced herself to part her luscious lips. The goblins cock slipped between them, pressed down her tongue and spread his salty precum into her mouth. She tightened her lips past the hot tip of his cockhead and sucked as if she was drink the juice from a plum. The goblin groaned and pulled her head against him. His cock pushed deeper into her mouth and Katja fought the urge to gag. She curled her tongue beneath his shaft and sucked again.

  It seemed to come naturally to her. He did not tell her what to do, but she began to bob her mouth on his cock. Her warm, wet suction slid from his tip all the way nearly to his root. She balanced herself with her hands on his slender thighs and the goblin bounced on his toes to fuck in and out of her sucking mouth. His copious precum forced her to swallow and the taste of him was as overwhelming as the musky smell.

  Though his tip jabbed her throat and threatened to gag her, the princess maintained her composure and began to moan and slurp around the goblin cock. She was grateful for her short hair as she bent her neck and worked her mouth up and down Yalak’s length. She slipped one hand between his thighs and massaged the fat stones of his bollocks.

  “So good! So warm!” The goblin fucked gently between Katja’s lips. “Spill seed. Drink seed, princess!”

  Surely such a small beast as a goblin would not produce more than a few droplets of seed, though Katja. A moment later, the princess learned how very wrong she was as the goblin’s cock twitched and let loose a thick gush of his seed against her tonsils.

  She tried to pull back, but Yalak held her head in place and fucked her juicy mouth. Goblin cum, salty and hot, washed over her tongue and she was forced to swallow to keep it from choking her. Pump after pump flowed into her mouth and each time the princess dutifully slurped up every drop and swallowed. She moaned around him, siphoning out every drop from his throbbing cock and finishing him with a slow, wet tongue-bath around the crown of his fat cockhead.

  “So good,” chuckled Yalak. “Good, good, pretty princess.”

  He stroked Katja’s face as he withdrew his cock from between her lips. Cum drooled from her mouth and dripped from her chin to splatter onto her breasts. She swallowed again and felt the heaviness of his seed in her belly.

  The princess wanted to be touched. She squirmed against the seams of her trousers. Yet she did not dare give voice to such desires. The goblin might decide to claim her virginity. He seemed content with her mouth for the evening, but could be provoked to demand more. Even drunk, Katja knew she must do her utmost to preserve her chastity.

  “You serve pack,” grunted Yalak. “They like very much.”

  “You want me to, um, do that for all of your friends?”

  Yalak nodded.

  “Sunrise. We go. You pleasure pack to prove your worth. They not bother you again after.”

  The thought terrified and excited the princess. The goblin let her pull her doublet back over her shoulders and even provided her with a thin bedroll to rest beside the fire. She closed her eyes, but she could not sleep. Even after what she had done with the goblin, her mind returned to the warg.

  Svaruk was out there, somewhere in the darkness of the woods, protecting them from danger. Svaruk, with his black silk coat. Svaruk with the thick sheath of his cock bouncing beneath his gray fur. Would he understand her words if she spoke to him?

  Her hand slipped inside her trousers and she cradled the warm furrow of her sex. She clamped her thighs around her hand and resisted the urge to touch herself more vigorously. In her dream she was free to engage in all manner of depravity. Yalak was only there to watch in her dream. In that wonderful place, she gave her body to the warg.

  She awoke alone from depraved dreams of lust. The warmth had left the fire and a thick mist clung to the ground. She sat up. Her body ached from sleeping on the ground.

  “Hello?” she asked softly.

  Yalak was gone, though he had left some of his things behind, including his water skin. She removed the stopper and swallowed several mouthfuls of the mineral-rich water inside the skin. Katja was going for a third drink that spilled down her chin when the shadow appeared in the distant mist.

  Svaruk approached slowly, the darkness of his silhouette sliding through the mist until she could see his golden eyes, the white of his teeth, and the pink of his lolling tongue. His jaws snapped shut and he lowered his head as he approached the princess. Her heart hammered in her chest. She put the water skin down and held her hand out.

  “Svaruk,” she murmured. “You… where is Yalak?”

  The warg stopped and looked back over the length of his muscular body, as if to say, “Yalak is out there somewhere.”

  His gaze returned to the princess and he came closer. She could smell the morning’s dew in his fur. It was an animal scent that deepened as he walked close enough to rub his muzzle against her finger. She scratched his chin and beneath his neck. Her gaze fell to his flank and lower, to the sheath of his cock. She ran her hand over his side, her heart hurt she was so afraid of her own feelings.

  “What do you want, Svaruk?” She whispered.

  The warg craned its neck to look at her, but presented his muscular side. She burrowed her fingers into his dense fur and scratched along his flank. Her hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Svaruk’s ribcage. Beneath the warg, his cock began to slip from its sheath, exposing pink and red flesh swelling with arousal. She sat close enough that she could make out the tracery of capillaries purple against the glistening pink of his shaft.

  “Do… do you want me to touch that?” whispered Katja. “I shouldn’t.”

  Even as she spoke the words, she knew that she could not resist. Her hand slid through his fur, beneath the warg to his softer gray fur. Her fingertips brushed the side of his sheath. Svaruk whined and licked his snout. She moved her fingers towards his head and lightly touched the hot, aroused flesh of his cock. A thrill of lust pulsed from the princess’s loins. She saw the line that could not be crossed as if it hovered in the air and her desire insisted she cross it. She moved her hand to wrap her fingers around the warg’s aroused cock.

  “Princess, I bring food!” called Yalak through the mists.

  Katja jerked her hand from beneath the warg and Svaruk danced away from her. He wagged his tail and bounded through the mist to find his master. Goblin and warg returned to the campsite moments later with a small deer on an improvised travois. The animal’s neck and breast were pierced with arrows.

  “You butcher?” asked Yalak as he dragged the deer beside the dying fire.

  “Butcher? My word, no. I had cooks and hunt masters to do all that.”

  Yalak made a sound that might have been laughter.

  “I show you,” said the goblin. “Here. Take knife. Cut here.”

  The goblin patiently demonstrated butchery to Katja. The young princess had seen enough blood in the past day that she was unsettled but not deterred. Even as the goblin instructed her on pulling out the beast’s viscera, which were fed to the warg, she kept a steady hand with the goblin’s small blade.

  Much of the meat, the goblin salted and hung from a walking stick. The rest, Yalak seasoned and began to cook.

  “Watch fire,” he said, stoking the flames. “I skin.”

  He took the knife from the princess and worked the blade beneath the hide of the deer carcass. The princess looked down at her bloody fingernails.

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��What am I becoming?” she murmured.

  Svaruk approached and licked the blood from her hands. His long, pink tongue wound between her fingers and when he had finished cleaning her hands he gave her face several licks. She hugged against his furry neck.

  “He like you greatly,” said Yalak, a hint of amusement in his voice.

  The princess did not dare look beneath the warg’s body to see if he had become aroused. She suspected it had and that was why Yalak sounded so amused.

  The princess cooked the meat from the deer to the best of her ability. Being a princess, she had little experience in menial tasks. She knew how her father liked his cuts of beef and pork and so she tried to prepare the venison in this manner. The aroma of the cooking meat filled their campsite and Yalak came and set beside her on his tied bedroll.

  “You cook enough,” he said. “Kill bad things. Like bloody.”

  He tore a hunk of steaming meat from the spit, bounced it from hand to hand to cool it off and tossed it to Svaruk. The warg caught the morsel and snapped it down his massive maw in two bites. Yalak fed himself next. To Katja’s eye, the goblin did not display much better manners than the warg. He tore at the meat and bit off bloody hunks that dripped down his chin.

  The princess watched the goblin eat, but took her time with her own meat, cooking it longer and eating it in more manageable bites. The more she ate, the more she wanted. She ate until her belly was full and she drank greedily from Yalak’s water skin.

  “Good,” said the goblin, apparently pleased at her hunger. “We go soon. I ride Svaruk. You follow. If you lost, not worry, we find pretty princess.”

  Though Katja knew the goblins rode their wargs, it was still a strange sight as he strapped a saddle of soft leather to the huge beast’s back and climbed atop it. He carried a hunting lance in one hand and set off at a steady pace through the woods. Katja did her best to follow close behind. Svaruk was so sure-footed that she regularly lost sight of him and lagged behind. He and Yalak were always waiting for her when she climbed the next hill or made her way out of a dense patch of woodland.