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

by Amanda Clover

  When the princess lifted her head from the warg’s powerful chest, he rolled slowly over and began to lick her cheeks and chin clean. She opened her mouth and tasted his tongue with hers. It was not at all like kissing a man, or a goblin, but it was sloppy and exhilarating all the same. She brought her fingers up and the warg eagerly licked her juices from her fingers.

  “I want to run away with you,” she said and she hugged Svaruk. “I don’t want to belong to Yalak or any of the other goblins.”

  She took off the necklace Yalak had given her.

  “I want to belong to you,” she said. “I want… I want you to claim my maidenhead. Not Yalak. Please, Svaruk. I love you.”

  She wished the beast could respond to her with words, but there was a certain reassurance in the wisdom of his golden eyes and the strength of his furry body. She rose on shaky legs and the warg followed her as she set off into the forest. She had no plan of where she wanted to go or how she expected to survive. She felt safe with the warg by her side.

  The night chill pinched at her bare breasts and flushed her face. Her breath steamed from her mouth, much like Svaruk as he stood illuminated by the moonlight. He whined and tried to turn her back to the campsite, but she continued on, deeper into the woods.

  It felt like she had been traveling for hours when she reached the clearing where Svaruk had killed the bandits. Her arrival frightened a group of crows and sent them cackling into the sky. She made herself look at the bodies, to look at what the massive warg had done to these men, barely recognizable now because of their injuries. One of the three men was mangled from the neck down, but his face was remarkably unharmed but for a splash of blood that decorated his pale face. He seemed almost peaceful. His eyes were open and staring.

  “You did this?” she said to Svaruk.

  He whined and stood beside her. They gazed down together as she drew her hand over the man’s face and closed his eyes.

  “I don’t blame you,” she said to the warg. “They wanted to rape and kill me. You protected us.”

  “That he did,” agreed a voice from the nearby trees.

  The man that stepped out wore a gray clock and held a rapier in one hand and a long dagger in the other. Svaruk turned and growled loudly, his lips curled back from his massive jaws.

  “They were my men, doing what I told them.”

  “You’re a highwayman!” said the princess. “Your men killed my guards and driver and would have raped and murdered me.”

  “No,” said the man, walking confidently closer despite the growling warg. “I am a freedom fighter. We oppose the kings who rule us and take our wealth. We would have ransomed you and given you back to your family. The money would have gone to families left poor by your father and the men like him.”

  “Liar!” Cried Katja. “They killed my guards and said they would rape me. It doesn’t matter what you say now!”

  “Ah, my fair princess, with her breasts as bare as a wet nurse, lurking about these dark woods with a warg. What have you gotten yourself into?” He took another step closer. “Let me take you somewhere safe and warm. I promise you will enjoy the company more than this… beast.”

  Svaruk launched himself at the highwayman. The man sidestepped the attack and tried to bring his rapier around in a slashing attack. Svaruk used his momentum and strength to slam the man’s sword arm sideways and knocked the rapier into the grass of the clearing. The man was quick with his dagger and Katja let out a desperate cry of warning. Too late, the blade was buried in the warg’s muscular shoulder. Svaruk howled and retreated for a moment, the knife stuck out of his muscle.

  “Feeling slow?” laughed the man. “Nothing fatal, just a bit of larro root on my blade to dull the senses. Make you go easier for my coup de grace.”

  Svaruk growled and licked at the wound. Katja could see how this combat would play out. Even with his superior strength and powerful jaws, Svaruk would lose with his senses clouded by the intoxicating larro toxin. If she crossed to the warg to remove the blade, the highwayman would finish things. No, there was only one option. With the highwayman distracted by the snarling warg, Katja ran for the rapier that had been knocked into the grass.

  “What is this?” laughed the man as she raised the sword into a guard position. “The bare-titted princess fancies herself a swordsman.”

  He drew a second sword from his belt and flicked it deftly out in a challenge.

  “I will not kill you, princess, but I may have to give you a scar.” He whipped the sword back and forth in a classic fencer’s distraction.

  Katja kept her guard up, as if she intended to meet his blade with a parry. She saw him draw another knife as he advanced and slashed his sword from side to side. Svaruk raised his head and whined pitifully, trying to stand and come to Katja’s aid. The princess had not trained at the Academy of Blades. She had to rely on a hundred skirmishes with wooden swords and farm hands or her father’s soldiers.

  Katja knew she had one advantage: this man did not want to kill her. Not yet. She sold her parry until the last possible moment. As the highwayman closed, she dropped the tip of her blade and swung in a short, quick arc at the hand that held his dagger. The attack left her naked breasts exposed to a potentially fatal stab from the man’s sword. He did not take the opportunity. Instead, caught by surprise, he tried to bring up his dagger in defense.

  The rapier she wielded was not a heavy blade that could hack through the highwayman’s limb. Her precise strike severed his tendons and opened his wrist. He dropped the dagger reflexively and blood flowed in a sudden, shocking gush from the wound.

  “Bitch!” he cried. Hurt and off-balance, he swung his sword wildly, no longer interested in saving the princess.

  Katja danced back, out of his reach, or nearly so. The very tip of his sword grazed her heaving breast, opening a shallow slash along the underside. She did not allow herself to be distracted by the sting of the wound. She bounced from her heel and sprung forward again, driving the rapier in a desperate stab at the highwayman’s throat.

  The princess buried the blade in the man’s soft throat. He gurgled and grabbed for the hilt and toppled over onto his back. For a few horrible seconds he writhed in agony. The princess forced herself to watch him die. Only when he was still and the blood stopped pouring from his throat did she lower the rapier and rush to Svaruk’s side.

  The warg had managed to pull the blade from his shoulder. His eyes drooped and his head swung slowly to look at her.

  “It’s alright,” she said to him as she stroked his fur. “He’s dead. We’re safe.”

  His wound was not as bad as she had feared. The blood had already stopped flowing into his fur. She hugged against him and shared her body’s warmth. After what felt like a very long time, Svaruk stirred and bent his head against her breasts. His hot tongue snaked out and lapped at the line of blood from her wound. She gasped, less from the pain than from his tongue dragging against her nipple. The warg seemed to understand her reaction and began to lap at her erect bud. His tongue moved from her scratched breast to the milky perfection and jutting nipple of the other.

  “Ohhhh Svaruk,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

  He rose to his feet and pushed her onto her back in the dewy grass with the weight of his shoulder. She let out a cry as he stood over her. His snuffling snout tickled her breasts, her belly, and prompted her to moan and spread her thighs. His claws delicately tore open the ridiculous man’s trousers she wore. Perhaps it was the adrenaline lingering in her system, or the exultation of victory, but the princess felt no hesitation. This was what she wanted. This was the right moment for the warg’s tongue to find the hot nest of her sex.

  “Ohhhhh, Svaruk,” she cried, rolling her head in the grass as he began to lap at her virgin slit. His tongue was so huge it felt like a warm washcloth, exploring her quim, pressing lower to lap at her anus and curling along her inner thighs. Her pleasure rose with each lap of his soft tongue. She lifted her hips and pressed against
his snout. She caressed his head as he hungrily licked.

  “Gods, Svaruk, you’ll make me… make me… ohhhhh!”

  It happened so quickly and it was like nothing she had felt before. He licked insistently at her bud and tasted her spilling nectar as she began to cum. Powerful waves burst from each slide of his tongue against her clit. Her anus clenched against the hot swipe of his tongue, squeezing with the contractions of her orgasm. She sat up suddenly, holding tight to Svaruk’s neck as she rode her pleasure against his swiping tongue. Her toes curled in the wet grass. Love blossomed anew in her breast.

  The warg lifted his snout from between her creamy thighs and lapped at the princess’s face. He wined with his own desire and she did not have to be told. She could see what he wanted in the redness of his erect cock beneath him. The time for foreplay had ended. She was ready to give herself to the warg.

  The young princess rolled onto her hands and knees, her breath steaming from her mouth in the moonlit night. A moment later she felt the weight of Svaruk atop her. His clawed hands curled around her hips and the hot hardness of his cock dragged against her wet folds. She gasped and trembled with anticipation.

  “Do it,” she moaned. “Take me. Claim me. Breed me.”

  Svaruk’s claws tightened their grip on her thighs just enough for his nails to scratch her skin. He thrust forward, pressing his slippery cock into her waiting, well-lubricated furrow. Katja and the beast atop her howled in unison as Svaruk sunk his throbbing length into her virgin channel, opening the way through her maidenhead and pressing against her virgin womb. His beastly cock leaked precum steadily, lubricating his hot length as he began to move inside her.

  The princess had been taught that sex was a gentle and beautiful thing, but as Svaruk’s weight fell upon her she knew the rough sex of beasts, and it was everything she desired. She thrust back against him, her buttocks against his furry underside as the warg’s swollen cock thrust in and out. He fucked her furiously, his cock jammed against her cervix and made her cry out with each thrust. His cum-heavy bollocks mashed against her clit.

  “Yesssss,” she hissed through her clenched teeth. “Gods, yes! Fuck me!”

  Svaruk growled louder. His breath steamed past his shoulder and his thrusting intensified. She felt the swell of his knot against her vulva, against her tender folds, and a sudden chill of fear reached up her spine. The warg’s cock felt huge. It was already stretching her open. What if he tried to push this knot inside her?

  She learned only moments later as the knot began to press harder and harder with each thrust.

  “Wait!” she cried.

  It was too late. With a snarling thrust, the warg’s knot pushed past the princess’s tender opening and spread her channel open wide. He thrust again and the bulge pushed all the way into her pussy. In that moment, she felt the throb and heat as he began to release his seed into her virgin channel.

  “Ohhhhhh!” cried the princess. “I can… feel you cumming inside me.”

  It was so much hotter than the goblin cum that had rained down on her and filled her mouth. It practically boiled into her depths and filled her. It felt as if she was being stretched inside as well as at her entrance as the pressure of Svaruk’s continuing ejaculation met with the seal of his knot at her entrance. A huge quantity of hot warg cum filled her completely.

  “So much,” she moaned.

  Svaruk licked at her neck and shoulders. The princess reached between her thighs and stroked her clit. Stretched open by the knot and filled with cum, her clit stood out sharply from her folds. Her bud throbbed with each inner pulse as Svaruk continued to spew his seed every few seconds. Each twitch of his cock sent another thrill through her body.

  She wailed as her orgasm overtook her. Waves of orgasmic contractions rippled through her body and milked the warg cock deep inside her tender channel. She stayed on her hands and knees, alternating hands on her clit, feeling the warg atop her, warming her, protecting her with his body. After a very long time, he dismounted from her and began to pull. The pressure hurt, she could not imagine how the bulge would escape her tight opening, and yet it popped free after a few seconds. Warg spunk poured out of her gaped entrance. It drooled in long, milky ribbons from her vulva.

  “Oh gods, that was… that was amazing,” she moaned.

  Svaruk began to lick her without warning. Long swipes of his tongue cleaned and relaxed her tender folds and sent another orgasm buzzing through her body. Her head jerked up and she pushed back against his warm snout.

  When it was all over, she felt the weight of his cum inside her and it comforted her. It felt as if it belonged. She took the belt from the man she had killed and used it with her trousers that Svaruk had torn in his lust.

  “Not go.”

  The words echoed in the princess’s mind. She looked around at the trees around the clearing and raised her looted blade.

  “Who’s there?” she called. “Show yourself.”

  Svaruk pressed against her hand.

  “Is I.”

  She looked at the warg with shock.

  “I can… hear you. How is that possible?”

  “Pack knows pack,” said the warg and he gave her outstretched fingers a lick. “Pack now. Bitch.”

  The word was a common insult, but it seemed affectionate as it echoed in her mind. She was the warg’s bitch, his lover and companion, and the eager receptacle for his seed. She stroked the short fur of his head.

  “We not go,” said the voice. “Be with pack. Go back.”

  “I’ll take you to my family’s castle,” said Katja. “We can be together… together… in…”

  “The pack,” said the voice and Svaruk began to walk back in the direction of the goblin camp.

  Katja had no choice but to follow Svaruk back to the life of captivity she had tried to escape. To face her master, the goblin, because he was the leader of the pack. And she was Svaruk’s bitch.

  Epilogue

  Katja’s plump thighs seemed to swallow up the goblin beneath her. Her breasts had grown and her belly was swollen with the goblin pups inside her. Yalak held her hips in his clawed hand and thrust into her, her body rising and falling with each stroke of his cock into her hot tunnel of her sex. The beaded necklace she wore swung against her breasts with each rise and fall of her body.

  “Ohhhh, Master!” cried the fallen princess. “Fuck me! Fuck me full of your hot seed!”

  “Such a good mate,” cried Yalak. “I will give you many pups.”

  She was so wet that his cock sloshed easily into her well-fucked pussy. She found herself becoming more easily aroused the more gravid she grew. It was another symptom of her pregnancy, like her swollen, sensitive nipples and the milk that occasionally beaded from them. The shaman at the pack moot had told her that soon, perhaps in days, her breasts would become engorged with milk and that she should share her mother’s milk with the pack to enhance her bond with the other goblins.

  “Mmmmmm, oh, Master! I want more. Please… can I have Svaruk?”

  “Ha ha!” Yalak’s hand loudly and sharply smacked her plump ass. “Call out to him then. I’m sure he’s watching.”

  “Svaruk?” she called out.

  She did not have long to wait before the huge warg was sniffing at her bouncing ass. His tongue slipped into her crack and massaged the tender ring of her anus. She threw back her head and wailed with pleasure.

  “I breed now,” said Svaruk, speaking into her mind.

  His weight fell upon her back, pushing her down onto Yalak and driving the goblin’s cock deeper into her aching pussy. A moment later, the familiar heat of the warg’s cock was against the curve of her bottom. Svaruk drove it unerringly into her crack, against the spit-lubed clench of her anus and, in a powerful thrust, past that ring and into her ass. It was a familiar sensation and one she relished. She began to fuck back against the warg cock and bounce atop the goblin. Her mouth hung open in a maddened wail of pleasure, her tongue practically dangling from her mout
h.

  “Fucccck me!” her voice echoed through the campsite. “Fuck my ass!”

  Svaruk’s claws scratched her thighs as he tightened his hold and pounded his cock in and out of her tender hole. Yalak squealed beneath her, his smaller member still feeling huge in her double-stuffed holes.

  She came first from their plunging cocks, and second, head thrown back and eyes closed as rippling ecstasy rocked her body. Droplets of milk fell from her swollen nipples and pattered on Yalaka’s face. The goblin squealed with delight, rammed his cock deep, and fired his spunk furiously into her hot, slick pussy. Her inner walls squeezed and milked against him.

  The goblin was trapped beneath her by the furious rutting of her beast lover. The warg panted and snarled as his knot swelled against the curve of her ass. The fallen princess grimaced and pushed back against the warg’s bulge. Her determination and his lust met and the knot forced its way into her tiny asshole, plugging her as Svaruk began to pump her ass full of his hot seed.

  Katja, fallen princess, bitch to Yalak and Svaruk, began to cum once more as her body was flooded with the gushing cum of her mate. A crazed smile was on her face as she thrust back against the beast she loved.

  Book 19 - Monster Summoner

  One

  Taken

  Tsarevna Natalya Nimashenko was awakened by a metallic click. She sat up in her bed and through the moonless darkness of her bedroom she watched a sliver of light appear at the doorway to her quarters.

  The door was suddenly and silently flung open and three slender figures moved into the room with incredible speed. Their faces, like their bodies, were mostly covered by black cloths, but she would never forget the silver-blue eyes of the woman who leapt onto the bed. This strange woman seized the tsarevna by her throat and quickly forced something soft and rubbery into the tsarevna’s jaws.

  “Mmmmmmnnnn!” cried Natalya.

  Before she could force the gag out with her tongue, the woman secured it in her mouth with a cloth tied behind Natalya’s head. One of the two men accompanying the woman drew a short black blade and held the tip to Natalya’s throat. The threat, though wordless, could not have been more clear.