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

by Amanda Clover

  “Penelope?”

  “Yes, that’s it,” said the succubus and she lightly touched a fingertip to Natalya’s lips.

  Fresh lust prickled the tsarevna’s body at even such a fleeting touch from the succubus. Penelope was maddeningly erotic to Natalya. The demoness’s smile, her body, and her touch made Natalya forget that the attraction between two women was strictly forbidden by the clerics of Ruxas.

  “What has happened to you?” asked Penelope. The succubus used her fingertips to trace the shape of a dark bruise on Natalya’s arm. “You’ve been hurt. More than once. Who has done this to you?”

  “H-him,” said Natalya. She gestured weakly to Burandius. The wizard smiled and seemed to the tsarevna to be enjoying her interaction with the lingerie-clad demoness.

  Penelope cast an accusatory look over her shoulder at Burandius. Her eyes flashed with lavender light and a sense of fearless relaxation came over Natalya.

  “Men do such awful things to women,” purred the succubus. She cradled Natalya’s cheek and leaned her lips down to the tsarevna’s. “I won’t hurt you like that. I promise.”

  She punctuated her promise with a kiss, soft and warm. The demoness spread her lust to Natalya and parted the young tsarevna’s lips with her tongue. Natalya tasted the sweetness of the demoness. The cinnamon heat of her tongue. She pushed her tongue back against her, unable to resist. A lightheadedness came over Natalya and she very nearly collapsed into the succubus’s arms.

  “Oh my,” gasped Penelope, their lips almost touching. “It is worse than I thought. I will have to warm you all over…”

  The succubus pulled Natalya into a tight embrace. The tsarevna was pressed tightly against the soft warmth of Penelope’s breasts. The demoness kissed with great passion, sharing the sweetness of her mouth and tasting deeply of Natalya’s lips. Penelope’s wings unfurled and wrapped Natalya in leathery warmth.

  As they kissed, the demoness explored between Natalya’s thighs. Fingers traced the tsarevna’s wetness and expertly flicked at her clit. Those same fingers pushed into the tsarevna’s hot channel as the kiss of the succubus moved to Natalya’s neck and then her shoulder. Something caressed Natalya’s bottom, teasing her crack and pressing between it, and it took the tsarevna a moment to realize the succubus’s tail was at work.

  It was sensory overload for the young tsarevna. She found herself unable to resist anything the succubus desired. As the demoness began to fuck Natalya with her fingers and suck at the supple flesh of the tsarevna’s neck, the beautiful tsarevna felt a disorienting wave of hot pleasure flood her body.

  The caress of the demoness stoked the flames of Natalya’s first orgasm. Her hips twitched and she fucked against the demoness’s fingers, desperate for more of that mind-melting pleasure. The succubus was happy to provide. As Penelope’s kiss found its way to the tsarevna’s breasts, the tsarevna moaned and thrust herself onto Penelope’s fingers.

  “Oh gods, you know exactly where to touch me,” Natalya realized aloud.

  Her body was certainly warmed by the succubus as their legs intertwined and Penelope’s soft breasts seemed to swallow her up. Her chief worry was the lightheadedness became more pronounced with each kiss and each ripple of pleasure through her teenage body.

  The succubus dropped her hot lips to one of Natalya’s breasts and flicked at the tender nipple with her impossibly agile tongue. That lavender-tinged tongue constricted the nipple and tugged it as the succubus began to loudly suck at Natalya’s breast. Hot waves of pleasure were followed by another feeling of wooziness. It was as if the tsarevna had drunk too much harvest wine and she desired only to go to sleep in the arms of the lovely demoness.

  “What are you… ohhhh… doing to me?”

  It was so dark, wrapped together with the succubus inside her demonic wings, but Penelope’s eyes gave off a faint lavender glow. She looked up from Natalya’s glistening breast and popped her lips free of the aching bud.

  “I am only doing what the summoner commanded,” said the succubus. “Does it hurt? No. I will give you the happiest ending you could want. How many mortals are carried to oblivion on a tide of pleasure and in the arms of a succubus?”

  The demoness returned her mouth to sucking at Natalya’s breast and resumed her slippery finger-fucking of the tsarevna’s teenage quim.

  “P-please,” moaned Natalya. “There’s… there’s another way…”

  The succubus reluctantly popped her lips free of Natalya’s tortured nipple. The demoness stood upright and peered into the tsarevna’s eyes. Penelope kept her fingers working in and out of Natalya’s hot channel.

  “Why should I want another way, my sweet morsel? You are so lovely, so delicious already. A few more orgasms and your soul will fill my belly. Perhaps your essence will be dissolved into me or perhaps I will find another use for you, but… you are too sweet to resist.”

  Penelope leaned in to kiss Natalya. The tsarevna wanted nothing more than to accept the kiss and embrace her fate with the succubus. After all, Penelope’s words rung true. After everything Natalya had endured, ending up as a meal for a succubus seemed like a lucky fate.

  No! Natalya knew that if she succumbed to her lust and let herself be drained by the succubus, she would be giving Burandius what he wanted. He would build his army and invade Ruxas. Her mother and father would die. Thousands would suffer unimaginably at the claws of a rapacious horde of monsters.

  Natalya used both hands to hold Penelope away from her draining kiss.

  “Comely demoness,” gasped Natalya. “I want to give you what you desire, but I cannot. Burandius, the one who summoned you, plots the downfall of my entire family and my father’s kingdom. My death would ensure his success. I offer you my alliance. I will free us both from this circle if you help me now.”

  “A fair try, my sweet.” Penelope overwhelmed Natalya’s strength. The demoness used her tail to bind the tsarevna’s wrists above her head. “The summoner will know as soon as you begin the casting to dispel the ward. He will strike us both down.”

  Penelope’s face pressed against the side of Natalya’s neck. The demoness licked and began to suck at the tender flesh of Natalya’s throat. The demoness’s fingers resumed their merciless plunder.

  “I have… another… ahhh…”

  Natalya’s body arched in the bindings of the succubus and she thrusts her breasts against the soft cushions of the demoness’s enormous mounds. An orgasm wracked Natalya, her inner walls clutching at the demoness’s fingers and her mouth hanging open in a wordless cry of pleasure. She barely resisted the darkness that closed in from every side. Her mind reeled. She had to convince the demoness immediately or she would succumb.

  “A dretch,” gasped Natalya. “It takes only a moment to summon him. I know his true name and I will command him to attack. It will give me enough time to...”

  Penelope pressed her lips to Natalya’s ear and finished the sentence.

  “Take down the ward and free us both,” hissed the succubus. She nibbled at Natalya’s ear, which sent another tremor of pleasure through the tsarevna. “Very well. I will distract the summoner for a moment. But only a moment. You must act quickly.”

  “Yes,” said Natalya. “I will—“

  The succubus threw the tsarevna down to the floor and climbed atop her. Penelope straddled Natalya’s hips and leaned over her. The demoness untied Natalya, but pinned down the tsarevna’s hands. Penelope began to move atop Natalya. The tsarevna moaned with lust, but there was no more pleasure. It was all an act hidden partially from view beneath the wings of the demoness. Penelope rode atop Natalya, faster and faster, building to a crescendo made convincing when the succubus pinched and roughly twisted both of Natalya’s nipples.

  “AAhhhhhhhhhhh!” The tsarevna screamed in genuine shock and pain.

  Natalya bent over her, licked her earlobe and whispered, “Now, cast your spell.”

  The demoness gracefully rose from Natalya and turned her attention on Burandius. She saunter
ed towards the edge of the ward and began to tease and entice the wizard with her sultry voice and nasty words.

  Natalya did not have time to listen to the conversation. She guessed that from Burandius’s perspective, she remained mostly blocked from view by the leathery spread of Penelope’s wings. She rolled to her feet, gathered her wits, and set about casting the spell to summon the dretch. Glurg appeared just as Burandius grew annoyed with the succubus. The vengeful wizard began to cast the unsummoning spell for the succubus as the air shimmered just behind him and the dretch plopped into existence.

  “Glurg,” cried the tsarevna, “kill Burandius!”

  The bloated demon hesitated for a moment. Burandius finally seemed to realize that something was amiss. He abandoned his unsummoning of the succubus and he turned to confront the dimwitted demon. Once again, Natalya could not risk paying any attention. She had to break down the ward. She had never cast the spell before, but she had taken great care to meticulously memorize the hexic and the somatic position of her fingers. It was a process of unweaving a spell. It required her to not only recite the ritual, but adjust it as she sensed the ward loosening.

  A terrible screeching and shouting broke out. The dretch growled like a beast and Burandius summoned some form of magic to defend himself. Blue-white light flashed from the area of the pedestal. Natalya tried to shut it all out and continue her casting. It required her complete concentration. She felt the ward loosening. She almost had it.

  The dretch screamed and recoiled from some sort of attack. The bloated beastie picked itself up and renewed its feral assault on Burandius.

  “The ward!” hissed the succubus. “Your fat friend is being fried by—“

  “Quiet,” snapped Natalya. Even sparing that moment of concentration snapped the ward back and forced the tsarevna to repeat her work. The ward frayed. She felt the spectral ribbons of the ward begin to unravel.

  “Tricky bitch!” roared Burandius. “A dretch? You thought this creature could best me? I am done playing with you.”

  He was bloodied and furious as he turned back to the circle. Glurg was a smoldering pile at his feet. He brought up both hands and began to cast the spell that would finally flay Natalya’s flesh from her bones. A riot of crimson energy swirled around his fingertips.

  “You’ve killed us both,” snarled the succubus. “I hate this part!”

  Though she faced her death, the tsarevna focused her mind on the last remaining threads of the ward. There was a sudden release of pressure and the ward ruptured.

  “Now,” cried the tsarevna. “The ward is down!”

  Penelope snarled and extended her claws as she leapt into the air. Burandius tried to stop the succubus by shielding himself with his nascent spell. She made short work of that effort by lopping off both of his hands at the wrist. He stared in shocked at his bloody stumps.

  “You’ve misjudged your victim,” laughed Penelope. “As it turns out, she was stronger than you.”

  The succubus grappled Burandius to the ground, straddling him with her shapely legs. The hood of his robe fell away and revealed the full, fire-scarred horror of his face. The gruesome sight did not dissuade Penelope from giving him a forceful kiss. Burandius offered no resistance as the demoness began to suck out his life’s essence.

  Natalya looked away from the grotesquely erotic sight and made her way out of the summoning circle. The runes that described the circle flickered with wounded energy. Their patterns reminded her of the frigid cock of the heart eater.

  “All of it,” moaned the succubus, between kisses. “Give me all of it, Burrrrrandiussss.”

  Natalya scooped Madreg’s spellbook off the pedestal and walked over to the fallen dretch. His body was mangled and yet the pitiful creature still lived. His limbs were twisted and his face was badly seared by Burandius’s magic. He looked up at the tsarevna with a pleading expression.

  “No, Glurg, I am not going to return you to the abyss.” She knelt beside the demon and laid a hand on his chest. “There is magic in this book that will make you whole again.”

  “Th… then we… have fun, pretty?”

  “That’s right,” said Natalya. “You have saved me, Glurg, so I will have lots of fun with you.”

  Epilogue

  “It’s unseemly,” said Penelope.

  The comely succubus sat on the workbench of Burandius’s laboratory. Her long legs were crossed and one dainty foot idly kicked. She was completely nude, as had become her habit over the past several weeks, and her nudity was most distracting to Natalya.

  “What is unseemly?” asked the tsarevna. She feigned distraction in her research, but out of the corner of her eye she watched Penelope unfold her arms from her breasts, exposing the magnificent mounds of her demonic bosom.

  “You carrying on with that dretch.” Penelope leaned forward, her breasts shifting with her new position and drawing Natalya completely out of her work. “Do you know what they eat in the abyss? Everything. Each other, offal, excrement; they eat all of it. And you ride him like your favorite lover.”

  “Perhaps he is my favorite lover,” said Penelope, the words coming out a bit too defensively.

  “Please,” laughed the succubus. She rolled her eyes as she slid off the workbench and sauntered over to where the tsarevna sat on a high stool.

  “You are jealous,” said Natalya. “Do not be jealous. I don’t share a bed with him.”

  “Oh, I know that,” Penelope caressed the tsarevna’s shoulders and leaned her warm breasts against the back of Natalya’s neck. “You return to me every night. I can still hear you moaning that horrible name. Slurping away like a common whore.”

  “Are you judging me for that?” Natalya shut the book. “I’ve half a mind to banish you back to the abyss, Penny.”

  She swiveled the chair and took the demoness’s hands. Natalya’s smile betrayed her true feeling for the succubus. She knew the affection she felt was more an addiction to the pleasure Penelope could give her than anything else. That did not make it any less real.

  “What is really bothering you?” asked Natalya.

  Penelope teased the collar of Natalya’s robe. Her fingers worked open a button and the succubus played her warm fingertips over the tops of the tsarevna’s breasts.

  “You promised we would be leaving this place for your family’s palace,” said Penelope. “We’ve spent several moons in these ruins. I’m tired of the rats and the drafts. I want a nice soft bed we can share and hot food that wasn’t cooked in a bonfire by a dretch.”

  “You’re the one who insisted I study Madreg’s book,” said Natalya.

  “Yes, of course,” said Penelope, leaning her lips close to Natalya’s. “The book is powerful and I want you to be very… very… powerful.”

  “Why is that?” asked Natalya, utterly smitten by the succubus and the flashes of lavender in her eyes.

  “Because I have you wrapped around my finger,” whispered Penelope.

  She finished the sentence with a deep kiss. Natalya surrendered instantly. She parted her lips to Penelope’s tongue and tasted the familiar sweetness of the succubus’s kiss. The demoness pressed her warm body against Natalya and slid her fingers under the robe to caress the tsarevna’s naked thigh.

  “This is entirely inappropriate behavior,” giggled Natalya between kisses, “for the laboratory.”

  “Then let us away to the bedroom,” replied Penelope.

  Natalya explored the blushing perfection of Penelope’s body in what was once Burandius’s bed. The tsarevna buried her face in the soft warmth of the succubus’s breasts. She fondled and kissed and sucked at those delicious mounds as the demoness squirmed beneath her. Penelope’s flawless skin seemed to exude a perfume the made Natalya hotter and retained a certain sweetness that lingered on Natalya’s lips with each kiss.

  Penelope laughed as Natalya’s kiss began to move lower.

  “You have a taste for me tonight?” giggled Penelope.

  The succubus lifted her head
to peer between her heaving breasts. Natalya looked up as her kiss trailed over the demoness’s smooth belly and to the hairless groove of her delicate sex.

  “Always, my sweet.” Natalya’s lips smacked against the inner thigh of the succubus. She teased with her tongue and inhaled that most intoxicating scent of Penelope’s aroused sex. “For all the cruelty Burandius visited upon me, he did introduce me to you.”

  “There were easier ways to meet me,” said Penelope. “Enough words. Let your tongue alone do the talking.”

  The succubus pressed Natalya’s head down, guiding the tsarevna to the slick fold of the demoness. The tsarevna did not have to be told twice. She eagerly lapped at the dew that gathered there and tasted the delicious nectar that spilled from Penelope’s perfect pussy. Her searching tongue soon found the relative hardness of Penelope’s clit and she licked it and began to gently suck at it.

  “Ohhhh, that’s good. You know my spot.”

  Natalya spent time pleasuring the succubus, driving her to an orgasm that flooded Natalya’s mouth with juice. The tsarevna pressed the shapely legs of the demoness up and exposed the hot, lavender-tinged wrinkle of her demonic anus. Just beneath it was the black leather of her tail.

  “There is another spot,” murmured Natalya. “You’ve found it on me before. I’ve never tasted it with you.”

  “There’s no need to… ooooohhhh!”

  Penelope interrupted herself with a long moan of pleasure and twisted her head into the bedding as Natalya’s tongue found her asshole. The tsarevna did not hesitate to lap at the sensitive ring of flesh and to thrust the tip of her tongue inside it. The muscles there clenched back against each thrust of Natalya’s tongue, but the determined tsarevna managed to work her way past them and thrust her tongue deep into Penelope’s perfect bottom.

  “Yes, you are getting more adventurous.” Penelope laughed as she brought her fingers down to her clit and began to rub. “A few more nights together and I’ll have cured you of all those awful lies the clerics told you.”