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

by Amanda Clover

  “Ferrok,” she gasped as he sucked at her neck. “Oh, Ferrok, such a mighty warrior. Please, you have conquered my people. Show them mercy.”

  He paused and lifted his face from her shoulder. His brow knit above his red-brown eyes. A smile curled at his wide mouth. You are too good for your people, emira. They have already surrendered to my justice. While we made love, their women were taken and their men were shackled for the mines. I will show them future mercies, for you, my sweet Zaina. Though, they do not deserve them for they are weak.

  “Then show them none,” she gasped, yielding completely to the orc’s strength.

  He roared triumphantly and fucked the mighty pillar of his cock in and out of her stretched channel. She came for him, screaming his name, begging for his cum, and he granted her wish. His cock pumped fresh seed against her womb, bathing her in the rich, musky flow of his potent orc spunk. She milked his spurting cock with her inner muscles and did not release him from the tight grip of her legs until he had softened.

  “I will give you many children,” she laughed as he rolled beside her, “and they will be stronger than the men of my country.”

  “They will be kings,” he agreed, and rested his huge hand on her abdomen.

  Epilogue

  Zaina caught the thrown trident in her shield. The weapon’s sharp tines pierced the steel-banded leather and narrowly missed her forearm. She shook the shield loose from her arm and faced her foe with a spin of her black-steel sword. The white-haired sand elf’s face was painted for war. She wore leathers that barely contained her ample body and, having spent her trident, drew paired daggers.

  “You’re the bitch queen of Ilamien. The orc’s war whore.” The elf spun her blades. “I’ll take your head for what you did to my people!”

  “I tried to save the sand elves,” said Zaina, keeping her sword moving to keep the elf off guard.

  “Lying bitch!” cried the elf and she launched into a rolling spring-charge.

  Zaina had seen the technique before and caught the elf’s crossed daggers on her sword. Zaina held the elf, muscles showing in her tanned arms as she pushed the elf back a step and stared down the fearsome golden eyes of the woman. They turned and caught blades again and again. Zaina was impressed.

  They were surrounded by the din of battle as the ranks of orcs, lizardmen, and human slave warriors confronted the sand elf paradise guard. These were the most elite of the sand elf warriors. Though they were outnumbered, the paradise guard was giving Ferrok’s horde a stiff fight in the defense of their homeland. The shade palms of the oasis snapped overhead with goblin arrows and sand elf wizards called forth the swirling sirocco elementals to do battle with the lumbering ogres.

  “You won’t win this fight,” growled Zaina as she drove the elf back again, “but you could join us. Your men could join the slave army and you could give your body to the cause.”

  “To the cause of your demon bitch empress?” The elf added a long curse in her exotic tongue. “I’d sooner lose my head to an ogre.”

  Though Zaina had joined with Ferrok, she still held little regard for Empress Jurrinus and her minions, so the elf’s insult stung. She roared and attacked rashly. The elf sacrificed one blade, allowing Zaina to batter it from her grasp, while bringing the pommel of her other dagger in a hard strike against the emira’s kidney.

  “Ahh!” Zaina cried out and stumbled forward.

  She nearly lost her grip on her sword, but she managed to bring it around in a wild swing. The elf easily blocked with her remaining dagger and pressed in close. The hatred blazed in the elf’s golden eyes.

  “I’ll get you, human pig,” snarled the elf through clenched teeth.

  The elf gloated for a moment, thinking she was too close for Zaina to use her sword. The emira quick-stepped back and brought the sword up vertically. It was an awkward strike, but it skewered the meat of the elf woman’s hand. She lost her dagger and howled in pain and rage. She kicked Zaina hard in the chest and sent the raven-haired emira sprawling on the cool sands of the oasis.

  “Only delaying the inevitable,” said the elf, shaking blood from her maimed hand. Her free hand flew to her belt and she had the throwing dagger out and up in an instant. Zaina knew she was a dead woman. And then the elf’s head was rolling towards her. The headless body of the elf dropped to its knees and then toppled sideways. The head came to a stop between Zaina’s legs. The elf’s outrage faded to dullness in a moment and her mouth fell slack.

  “You need to stop trying to convert them,” said Vaeri.

  The comely elf stepped over her fallen kin and flicked the blood from her blade. She offered a hand to Zaina. The emira took it and bounced to her feet.

  “I hate killing them,” admitted Zaina. “They remind me of you.”

  “I was no paradise guard. They’re fanatics and they will not give up until their high mother surrenders to Ferrok.”

  “Is that going to happen?”

  “Oh, yes, it will.” Vaeri grinned.

  The comely elf turned out to be partially correct. The high mother surrendered to Ferrok, after she had been beheaded and Vaeri made the high mother in her place. The tradition of the sand elves made Vaeri their new leader and the paradise guard reluctantly agreed to surrender their weapons. Only a handful survived by that point, but the beautiful elf warriors would make a welcome addition to the orc breeding tents.

  After the battle had ended, Vaeri found Zaina in one of the bathing grottos in the underground cavern home of the sand elves. The orange-haired elf waded into the spring fed water and met the emira beneath a cool, cleansing waterfall that echoed like thunder in the enclosed grotto. Vaeri’s blood was up from the battle and she did not ask any permission of Zaina. She reached under Zaina’s arms and cupped the emira’s growing breasts.

  “You’ll be in milk soon,” murmured the elf into Zaina’s ear.

  The emira smiled and shuddered at the intimate touch. She leaned into the embrace. It was true. She was still months away from giving birth to her first of Ferrok’s children and already her breasts were on the verge of lactating. They had grown so heavy in the past weeks.

  “It will come faster if you suck,” the emira suggested and turned so their plump breasts pressed together under the flow of water.

  They kissed deeply and pressed their bodies tight. Zaina had pierced her tongue to amuse her lovers and the golden barbell clinked softly against Vaeri’s teeth. The elf giggled and kissed her way from Zaina’s lips, to her shoulder, and down to her breasts. Vaeri gathered up Zaina’s soft mounds and sought each nipple in turn with gentle, warm sucks. Zaina moaned “harder” and the elf obliged her, popping her lips over Zaina’s tan areola and sucking hard enough that she lifted Zaina’s breast against her lips.

  Vaeri began to kiss her way lower, but Zaina lifted her back up.

  “You do not owe me pleasure,” whispered Zaina, tracing the voluptuous elf’s curves with both hands. “I owe it to you for saving me from your kin.”

  Before Vaeri could refuse, Zaina pressed her lips to the elf’s ear and began to suck at the sensitive lobe and tease the tender tip-point with her finger. Vaeri laughed and shuddered with pleasure.

  “Very well, emira,” she giggled. “You may repay me.”

  Zaina loved the engorged roundness of Vaeri’s breasts. The emira savored the taste of the elf’s hard nipples against her tongue and the salty sweat that lingered on Vaeri’s abdomen. She kissed lower, to the hairless peach of Vaeri’s sex with its swirling tattoo above the elf’s vulva. Zaina traced the shape with her tongue before licking at the hardness of Vaeri’s clit. She slid three fingers into Vaeri’s well-exercised fuckhole and found it steamy and slick from the arousal of battle. Zaina knew the feeling well; her own pussy was steaming with need.

  She began to fuck and suck and lick, fingers plunging in and out and her mouth popping with suction against Vaeri’s clit. The two women were so thoroughly focused on one another that neither noticed Ferrok until his big han
ds slid over the roundness of Zaina’s ass.

  “Oh, master,” moaned Vaeri.

  “You have won a great victory for me today, my lovely consorts,” said the orc. “What’s more, I have just received word that the centaurs are beaten and the Kornasi have bent their knee to the empress. Shaddobar is united under her banner.”

  “All hail the empress,” cried Vaeri.

  “Mmmmhmmmm,” added Zaina, glad that her tongue was busy against Vaeri’s folds to hide her lack of deference to the mighty empress.

  “Such good sluts,” chuckled Ferrok. “Here, let me have a taste of you, Zaina.”

  The orc grabbed her beneath her hips and lifted her ass higher. She cried out against Vaeri’s hot groove as the orc began to lap at her slit and the crack of her ass. Ferrok rarely lavished her with such attention. The feel of his fat tongue dragging over her clit began to drive Zaina wild. She sucked and licked desperately at Vaeri’s. The emira tried to keep at it, but she lost all concentration as Ferrok burrowed his tongue deep into her sex. Her head jerked up and she cried out as rippling waves of pleasure seemed to draw his tongue even deeper.

  “What a beautiful sight,” moaned Vaeri, running the fingers of both hands into Zaina’s hair.

  The elf pulled the emira back between her legs and Zaina resumed licking and sucking the shapely elf’s pussy. She was rewarded soon after as Vaeri let out her familiar cry of pleasure and her juices began to spill copiously into Zaina’s mouth.

  “Side by side, my beauties,” commanded Ferrok as he rose back to his feet. “I’ll take turns in your hot cunts.”

  The faced the wall behind the waterfall, elf and human grasping the water-slicked rocks and thrusting their asses through the cold water that spilled over their hips and down their cracks. Ferrok chuckled with pleasure at the sight of their feminine roundness. He stepped closer, fondling their hot furrows and stroking their round backsides.

  “It’s hard to choose,” said the orc and he gave them each a swat on the rump. Vaeri’s ass was larger and jiggled a little more, while Zaina’s was almost perfectly firm and shaped with pertness that spoke of her underlying muscle. “For your victory against the queen and for saving a few of your fellow sand elves, my first thrust belongs to Vaeri.”

  Vaeri moaned triumphantly and Zaina with jealousy as the massive orc’s cock pressed against the elf’s hairless furrow, spread her lips, and drove deep into her pussy. Zaina watched the waves of impact jiggle through the voluptuous elf. She saw Vaeri’s full lips fall open in a wordless moan of pleasure and her head jerk up as she arched against Ferrok. The massive orc held her slender waist and pounded into her. Zaina slid a hand between her legs and rubbed at her slick entrance as she watched the orc’s gray-green cock slam in and out of Vaeri’s pussy.

  Her envy did not last long. The grotto echoed with perhaps thirty impacts of flesh on flesh before the huge orc withdrew the glistening pillar of his cock and left poor Vaeri mewling in desperation. He shift a step to the left and pressed his pussy-slicked cock against Zaina’s freshly shorn mound. She thrust back, opening herself against him before he even pushed into her. He laughed at her eagerness, took hold of her shapely ass, and thrust deep into her.

  “Goddddds!” cried Zaina, desperately fucking back against her orc lover’s enormous cock.

  Vaeri turned to her and began to kiss her. Their lips hardly met as the impacts of Ferrok’s hips against Zaina’s ass keep her body shaking and her swollen breasts swinging beneath her. The emira extended her tongue so that she might taste the elf’s sweet lips. The elf did the same and it became a sloppy, moaning, swirling kiss.

  “It feels me… nnnnn… with joy… nnnn… to see my two… favorite concubines… nnnnn… adore each other.” He smacked Vaeri’s ass and made the elf yelp with pleasure as his fingers strummed down her crack and over her slick folds.

  “Oh, yes,” cried the elf, “we love each other. And I think she should be rewarded with something special. She fought so… aahh!”

  Ferrok interrupted the elf with another slap on the bottom as he continued to pound his cock deep into Zaina’s pussy.

  “What is it, Vaeri? What does the emira desire?” He fucked two of his huge fingers into Vaeri’s pussy. “Tell me.”

  “Her assssss,” hissed Vaeri. “You have not claimed her ass yet, master.”

  “Ohhh!” Zaina cried out with lust at the thought.

  “You are right, Vaeri! How have I overlooked this pleasure for so long?”

  He slipped his cock from Zaina’s pussy with a wet squelch and took his length into his hands. The water sloshed around his thighs as he stepped back.

  “Prepare her now, Vaeri. Prepare my lovely Zaina’s ass for my cock.”

  “With pleasure,” moaned Vaeri and she slipped behind Zaina and spread the emira’s cheeks wide.

  For Zaina, the sensation of Vaeri’s tongue squirming up her ass was quite familiar and pleasant. The elf seemed to savor eating her naughtiest hole and Zaina enjoyed the feel of that devilish tongue drilling into her sensitive pucker. It was different under the waterfall.

  After licking and tongue-fucking the emira’s ass, the elf moved quickly to fingers. She fucked one and then two and then three and four into Zaina’s little tan asshole. The wrinkle stretched wide and showed pink as it gaped open. Even after stretching her little hole, Vaeri ran her tongue around and around the rim, adding more spit and letting her saliva spill into that nasty passage.

  “She is ready!” pronounced Vaeri, sliding all four fingers out and giving Zaina several smacks on her bottom.

  “Hold her spread,” commanded Ferrok.

  The huge orc stepped behind Zaina as Vaeri moved to the side, but held the emira’s buttocks spread apart. Zaina looked back, through the curtain of the waterfall that spilled over her hips and down her legs, and watched the orc caress her. His cock was so huge and yet, when he thrust into her virgin ass, there was only pleasure. Vaeri had done her job well and the copious saliva lubricated his huge fucktool as it pushed deep into Zaina’s ass.

  “Gods!” she cried, laughing with pleasure, “it is so big! It feels as if you’re reaching into my soul!”

  “Perhaps I do,” grunted Ferrok as he thrust to the hilt into her ass and his heavy bollocks swung against her pussy.

  He fucked her gently at first, sliding halfway out before thrusting back in. Zaina rubbed at her clit as she was fucked. The pleasure was immense. She felt even more filled by his cock in her ass than when he claimed her pussy. She tried to push back against him but her legs barely worked.

  “I can feel you,” chuckled Ferrok. “Cum for me. Cum, my naughty emira!”

  “Yess!” she cried, rubbing harder against her clit and driving herself over the edge. Her ass squeezed rhythmically around Ferrok’s pounding cock. In the throes of her ecstasy, he began to fuck harder and harder into her ass, driving towards his own climax.

  “Take it!” roared the orc. “Take my seed!”

  “Oh, yes, master!” cried Zaina. “Fill me!”

  His cum burst into the depths of her bowels as his twitched cock pumped her full of hot streams of his seed. He stretched her so much that she easily felt each throb of his cockflesh and the warm pressure of his seed that spread deep into her body. His strokes slowed and he leaned over her and kissed her shoulders. She squeezed his cock with her anus and thrust back gently onto him.

  “You are my beloved,” he growled. “Zaina and Vaeri. Together we will rule Shaddobar and my many sons with you both will inherit the spoils of this triumph.”

  Much later, in the mighty orcs tent, the air musky with the scent of sex, the three collapsed together. Zaina snuggled against the orcs arm and reached across him to caress Vaeri.

  “Together,” she murmured.

  She cared nothing for Empress Jurrinus, but she would give her body and her life for her beloved Ferrok, the mightiest warlord of all the orcs.

  Book 21 - Voracious Tentacle Beast

  Prologue

 
; A flock of pishan hens took sudden flight from a nearby clearing, spooking the gamekeeper’s gray charger. She clucked her tongue and reined it around in a circle.

  “I feel it too,” she said to the usually calm horse. “Something is unsettled.”

  Sarana Yeownsmith was a veteran gamekeeper. She had watched over the woods surrounding Maldonshire for most of her adult life. Well into her thirties, she possessed a youthful face dappled with fine freckles and a curvaceous, womanly body that could not be mistaken for a man even in her quilted armor. She wore her strawberry blond hair braided back in a fishtail that bounced between her shoulder blades as she guided the horse back onto the path.

  She had been called to the Blyghtsdon Wood, largest and most primeval of the forests around Maldonshire, on word that poachers had been active.

  She had found a camp, presumably belonging to the poachers, which seemed to have been abandoned hastily. Bedrolls were still spread on the ground and she discovered the broken implements of a trapper strewn in the nearby brush. The fire was out but still warm to her hand and their tracks went in several directions.

  That was not the strangest thing she found. The brush around the campsite had been flattened oddly, as if the men had rolled about in it, smashing branches. There was also the residue of something that smelled a bit like fish clinging to leaves and to the ground. It was mostly dried, but she imagined a sort of slime when it was fresh.

  “Or spittle from the jaws of some great, slavering beast,” muttered Sarana as she heeled her horse to quicken its pace.

  Fear crawled up the nape of her neck. Some small voice told her to turn back to the gamekeeper’s lodge by the river and to gather a full hunting party. This was not rational. Sarana had spent twenty years riding these woods. She’d run into great valley bears and digger goblins, poachers, and lost lizard men, and even a juvenile basilisk. Nothing had ever scared her. If this beast proved too much for her, she could simply ride off and come back later, at least informed enough to describe what was lurking in the Blyghtsdon Wood.