A Princess Punished

"Well, I did say no injury or illness. A baby is hardly either; it's somewhat surprising you haven't caught before now." He had arranged for the half-elven child to be delivered to a nearby elven camp. Marilah had been torn, having discovered that she, the selfish bitch princess who had gotten herself cursed for it, had feelings for her daughter, and yet was unable to meet her innocent turquoise gaze.

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For now, her tenth year, she was somewhat relieved it was fairly ordinary. She was repeatedly fucked by the tavern patrons, regulars who came year after year, and new faces who had heard the tales. Degraded, covered in dirt, cum, and even sometimes piss, all of this was nothing new to her anymore. As midnight approached, the halfway mark of her night, she was alternating sucking on two cocks at once, and deep throating each of them individually, while some rake had his hand buried in her cunt, stretching it out for the crowds' enjoyment.

They all laughed each time he pulled out, and her cunt shrank to its undamaged state, before widening to the thrust of his fist as if for the very first time again.

The sound of horsemen outside was audible over the duller roar of the crowd now. She finished swallowing a watery, bitter, yet overflowing load from one man, and looked up just as the other sprayed a much thicker load across her face.

Ducking to enter the eight foot doorway, the centaur pushed his way inside. "Ho there, Hops. Is this the Festival night you told us about?" Behind him, three of his fellow stallions shifted nervously in the street, hooves shuffling as their tails flicked in mild embarrassment. The bartender waved to the centaur chief as he caught sight of Marilah. The centaur trotted lightly past the first tables, his hot gaze on the naked, gorgeous redhead as his penis began to slide from its sheath.

Oh no.