Prince Gyllen Ch. 14

"Maybe Goldie is right...maybe I am jus' talkin' crazy." She shrugged. "Ah, whatever. We'll have shoved off by this time t'morrow anyhow. An' the quicker I get some shut-eye, the quicker it'll get here. But first..." Though the correlation between her orgasm brought about by masturbation and the bizarre visions proved false last night, she certainly was not going to break habit now because of it. Perhaps what she really needed was true intercourse in place of the simulated approximation to get her mind back on the rails? Regardless, her hand reached down to fiddle on the receptive nub above her carnal curtains, warming herself up as she metaphorically browsed through her immaterial index of past salacious affairs to select a juncture to reminisce, though she was having difficulty making a definite choice this time around, seeing as she was not in the mood for anything specific. Such was the drawback to having so much substance to work with.

Still playing with herself to keep her lust kindling, the goblin's gaze began to wander about the environment while she wished for anything to remind her of some long-forgotten coitus from the depths of her intelligence. It was when she was considering paying the prince a late night booty call that she could see the outside fog had now ascended higher than ever, reaching as high as the second floor given she could see it through the terrace window. It had already enveloped the entire balcony in a milky mantle as soupy as it had been since that morning. Gods, she hoped it would not continue like this into tomorrow to delay their egress from this place.

Weirdly, the mist then began to rapidly crawl up the entire height of the tall, paned glass like ghostly creeper until it had completely coated the window, the lunar beams gave the haze an otherworldly glow as they shone behind it. The fog then slowly started seeping inwards through the seams of the balcony door, spilling onto and spreading across the surface of the floor more like liquid than a vapour, soon swamping the entirety of the room. Was she undergoing another dream or was she witnessing an unheard of weather phenomenon? If the former was not the case, then the vapour converging into a single point at the foot of the bed and rising upwards into a vaguely column-like shape would certainly make her question where reality ended and fantasy begun.

The pillar of smoke sifted through an assortment of colours until it finally morphed into a humanoid conformation before her very eyes: that being the form of, as you may have caught on by this point and even to Min's slight prediction, Elizabeth Mircalla. What you may not have assumed however, and certainly not what Min was anticipating at all, was the lit candle, as red as blood, the Countess was clutching steadily within her talons, and in place of the gorgeous gown she had been wearing for the past few days was a set of black, high-end lingerie in its place, complete with a night robe of a semi-transparent, almost gossamer, material hanging from her shoulders that ran down to her wrists and stopped at her waist. Completing her enticing ensemble was a pair of gauzy stockings that reached to the length of her thighs and were upheld by suspenders attached to a garter belt on her hips.

The ambience took on an fierce crimson glow that emanated from the candle, replacing the placid blue that had been filling the room up till that point, the shadows caused by the candlelight emphasising Mircalla's stony face into a sinister guise. Min found herself paralysed once again. Whether it was out of fear, captivation or by an external, invisible power, she was not sure. The goblin remained anchored in place, her hand frozen on her slit, as she locked bewildered eyes with the Countess' sad equivalent. Her heart was racing, partially due to angst, but now mixed more so with some excitement for the implications in place. After all, she was lying nude, in midst of the preliminary stages of masturbation, before the noblewoman, who herself was outfitted in what amounted to not much more than fanciful underwear. Min was seasoned enough in these sorts of scenarios to foresee where it was leading.

Min blinked, and faster than she could fathom, Elizabeth had transported suddenly to her left flank, their faces now mere inches away from one another's and their bodies nearly touching as the noblewoman reclined on her side, still holding the scarlet candlestick with one hand. The goblin prayed the Countess would not carelessly fumble the candle by accident and spark a literal fire upon the bedsheets instead of more figurative, impassioned kind which Min reckoned was intended. Thankfully, it seemed Elizabeth kept her hand steady to the extent of not spilling the pooling, liquefied wax within the depression around the burning wick in the slightest, though the countless hardened dribbles that striped the scarlet cylinder indicated it was of a great age, and had seen even greater use.

The surreality of the situation combined with Min's clouding mind contributed to her accepting the circumstances without question, consenting to what may come next. Mircalla could no doubt feel the goblin's hot, heaving breath brought about by a mix of anxiety and arousal beating upon her face, they were that close to one another, although Min could not feel any wind exhaled from the Countess in return, adding credence to the idea that this was all a logicless dream of the highest detail, expecting herself to be waking up within the next few seconds without it reaching a satisfying conclusion...and yet, the vision continued to play out when Elizabeth, without a word, put her mouth to Min's, stunning the goblinoid greatly as apparent by her bugging eyes. It was not so much the act itself which shocked the redhead, but rather how real the kiss felt, having those sanguine lips press onto her own and being able to discern their soft and sleek-as-silk quality so authentically made Min begin to wonder if this was truly a dream.

Min grew accustomed soon enough after the initial shock, feeling all her concerns and worries melt away from her psyche and deciding instead to just savour the moment for what it was. The goblin closed her eyelids and puckered her own lips to smooch the Countess right back, even going so far as to slide her studded tongue inside Elizabeth's mouth, rolling it around the noblewoman's own tongue and cheeks. To Min's surprise, Elizabeth promptly returned the favour, feeling a long, slobbery appendage contort itself around the goblin's invading licker. Hardly the kind of kiss she expected from a lady of such prestige, but damn her if she did not know how to snog! Perhaps it was an act of her subconscious imprinting her preferences onto this facsimile of Elizabeth which brought the erotic act about, though that thought barely crossed Min's mind when her enjoyment only continued to increase once the Countess reached over with her one free hand and groped a fistful of the closest green tit, caressing the disproportionate mound of flesh with the utmost affection during their playful tongue-scuffle.

Min's sensual moans were suppressed, being caught and contained within The Countess' cheeks and reverberating around that oral cavity as they shared their long, passionate embrace, the goblin even slurping down on Elizabeth's extensive tongue like it were a fat strand of fleshy fettucine. Without any forewarning, the Countess then abruptly broke the kiss partway through this display of lingual fellatio. The miffed goblin was able to catch a glimpse of the tongue she had been sucking on so lecherously for just a brief moment when the brunette yanked her head away, and it looked to her as though the tip of it reached down as far as the bottom of Elizabeth's chin. Very uncommon for a regular human if that were the case, but it retreated back behind Mircalla's teeth quicker than Min could fully register what she had seen. Again, she merely attributed this inhuman characteristic to the assumption that she was in the midst of a reverie.

The next thing Min realised, the red candle was now precariously suspended over her debilitated and disrobed torso by the fragile fingers of its owner. Even though she was making some noise earlier, Min was still unable to formulate the sentences necessary to make her protests known. Though she did not understand the motives, the goblin had an idea what the Countess was devising next, and she wished to be no part of it. Min could do little else, however, but watch in agonising suspense as the alight crimson rod tipped to one side little by little until a single drop of molten, blood-red wax dribbled with exponential speed from its puddle and splattered across the voluptuous sphere the noblewoman had been so lovingly handling not a minute prior, narrowly missing the erect, olive nub.

Naturally, the goblin winced as one would do when flesh is seared by such a scalding liquid, seething through her gritted teeth as the singeing sensation felt like it lasted for a full minute when, in reality, the sting subsided after a mere second. only feeling drawn out from landing on her tender breast. The splotch cooled and hardened quickly, leaving a red, uneven splatter that contrasted greatly against her emerald skin. The Countess leaked the wax six more times, alternating between which sensitive bosom she poured the boiling, red fluid onto. Despite all the pain it was causing her, each droplet made Min more amorous in an unprecedented way, as if the brief instances of scorching stings were triggering a facet of her libido that even she was not aware of. Min was a woman of many niches after all, though wax play was not amongst her likes...though perhaps it would be more accurate now to state that the goblin was merely inexperienced in this field, and had yet to understand the appeal of the concept. Was she now in the process of developing a brand new paraphilia, discovering what she had been missing?

Min panted heavily after surviving the ordeal, but the rigidity of her nipples as they were surrounded by splashes of red all but confessed her excitement to the other party. Even her cunt was becoming more temperate in direct association with the smouldering inflictions. Mircalla was not quite finished with her recreational torture however, as Min watched that delicate hand of the human woman float down the goblin's brief body before hovering directly over her crotch. The only thing Min was able to do was shake her head in frightened objection and denial as the Countess gently removed the redhead's limp hand that was still placed over her pussy and then, with an effortless turn of the wrist, dropped another globule of wax to the goblin's skin, landing it with expert precision just above where her orange bush and lime slit began.

Even if it still did not make contact with her most receptive spot, Min nonetheless found herself convulsing in even more anguish, feeling the burn sift all the way past her outermost muscles and sinew to the vaginal nerves within her. Another drop was added to the same place, this one making her pelvis twitch and her folds quiver as a small amount of translucent fluid jetted from between her flaps. Seven more tiny drops were dribbled onto Min's pubis in rapid succession, just seven insignificant pellets sprinkled to her skin, but for the untrained goblinoid, it felt more like she was under attack by a miniature bombardment of aqueous fire. Her eyes rolled somewhat backwards in their sockets while she bared her clenched denticles, her entire physique trembling and tensing all at once to cope with the severe disciplining, discharging her vaginal juices two or three more times over the course of her suffering. It was difficult for her to keep exact track without a level head.

The acute pricks soon subsided, though beads of tears had formed in the corners of the redhead's crimson eyes. Elizabeth had seemingly grown weary of the harsh foreplay when she set the candle aside, though its hellish glow perpetuated about the entire chamber as an insistent reminder of its presence, almost as if it symbolised Mircalla's dominance over the defenceless goblin. The Countess, with no semblance of malice nor joy present on her fetching face, leaned in to kiss Min a second time, possibly as some form of aftercare. Min felt compelled, for reasons unknown even to her, to return the noblewoman's peck in spite of the abuse she was subjected to by the Countess' hand like a distorted act of semi-forgiveness. At some point, Elizabeth dragged her mouth away from Min's palatable lips and licked that slimy, slug-like tongue of hers down the goblin's nicked neck, over her shoulder and towards to the wax-spattered orbs on her chest, the tip of the long oral appendage flicking against the erect teats with outstanding finesse, as though it were its own independent, sentient lifeform. The Countess then latched her hungry mouth onto one of said teats with the suction of a limpet, completely engulfing the nub within the confines of her lips.

Min watched on as the Countess firmly nursed on her green mammaries. She appeared almost meek from the goblin's perspective with her beautiful features buried deep into the pliant mound, so much so that Min was inclined to lovingly stroke on Elizabeth's golden-brown hair while she suckled even after all the candle-based sadomasochism, though her petrified body would not allow her to do so even if she had wanted. The most she could do to affirm how the Countess' deeds were affecting her was by letting her groans loose without impediment, allowing her pleasure to be known for all within earshot, especially when Elizabeth added her tongue to the mixture, feeling it alternate between coiling around the bud of her bosom like a constrictor snake to circling and lapping about her areola as though it were sweet confectionery before leaning her face over to the further side of Min's chest after some time had passed just to repeat the same thing with the breast's twin.

After finding a fleeting moment of bliss from the suckling, Min's expression soured in an instant when she felt a queer pressure clamping upon her sensitive nipple, as if a sharp needle was pricking down into her teat to the absolute possible limit it could do so without puncturing. It was the most stimulation Min had ever received to her mammaries, though not all of it was exactly positive. The amount of pleasure she was receiving in exchange for the pseudo-piercing made the risk seem justifiable for her, albeit in the barest sense imaginable, her screams of rapture intermingled with that of anguish. What was causing the pricking in the first place? No regular human could have possessed such nail-like canines, so Min thought. Faster than the goblin could reach a prognosis, however, the noblewoman released her mouth from the emerald tit in time before any lasting damage was made, much to the redhead's relief.

Without a a second of respite and with a minor dent on her olive nipple, Min felt Elizabeth's tongue now skate its way down from her chest and across her belly with the acceleration of greased lightning, leaving a trail of shining slobber against the on the viridescent epidermis in its wake. The worming muscle soon reached Min's vulva, its next target, and initiated its attack without delay, assaulting the goblin's unshielded love-button with a series of sloppy turnovers with her tongue, rapidly rolling the mussle over itself in a pattern not dissimilar to a lubricious Moebius strip. Min's neck had knee-jerked backwards from the sheer delight currently coursing through her entire being from the clitoral stimulation alone. Min had always been a staunch supporter in the belief that females were naturally superior in delivering cunnilingus compared to their masculine counterparts, seeing how they possessed in-born knowledge and first-hand understanding on what areas to trigger to achieve the highest state of euphoria imaginable on their fellow women's anatomy inside and out (quite literally), but even still, this was some next-level head she was receiving. Was a dream really capable of replicating these sort of senses to such a degree?

Speaking of inside, the tasting muscle had now shifted very slightly lower from where it had been slavering previously and was now relishing the span of Min's moistened aperture several times over before the tongue's apex burrowed its way past the olive folds and squirmed into her sultry orifice, wriggling deeper inside her still - like an alien, prehensile member of more squat proportions to what the redhead was customary to - and soaking up the deluge of sticky, salty-sweet sap gushing forth from the lime socket, stretching the hole outwards - more so horizontally than vertically - at the same time it was pushing inwards.

A decent two-and-a-half inches worth of muscle was now lodged within Min's carnal cavern, and it did not take long before the Countess commenced pumping. Elizabeth's lengthy tongue retracted by a few centimetres before jabbing back into the torrid depths of Min's underpass, the goblin uttering a yelp in response to the swift lunge. The noblewoman repeated this same motion with her muscle more times than Min could ever keep track of, with speed and control which seemed unreal for gestures of the tongue. If Min was somehow unaware, she would have presumed the intense oral sex she was the present recipient of to be the efforts of an advanced , well-oiled automaton, rather than that of an ordinary - or perhaps extraordinary was a more apt descriptor at this stage - human.

The lingual stabs must have numbered at least one hundred by the time Min's orgasm began to edge in on her. With her limited movements, the most the goblin could to do in preparation from her climax was by balling up all twenty of her green digits to grip the samite duvet she lay upon while the rest of her body floundered in its pinioned state, her head tossing about the pillows as her voice box let out a series of subtle moans from behind her bitten bottom lip. Without even an attempt to suppress her inescapable finish, Min soon let a howl teeming with absolute exhilaration loose to resound against the four time-worn walls of the bedchamber, cumming as Elizabeth refused to halt her tongue thrusts for the entire duration of Min's orgasm. The goblin pushed her pelvis into the Countess' sating countenance as her quim sprayed in all directions, especially in and around the brunette's mouth, before the redhead fell lax, her climax ending just as quickly as it had arrived.

Min had gone limp. The heaving of her chest as she recuperated her lost breath was the only sign of visible animation left within her. The Countess wrested her face away from the goblin's crotch, unplugging her tongue from the trembling, widened slot it had created and reeling the muscle back into her mouth. She then began to prowl smoothly over Min's body on all-fours as a cat would do, never once taking her gaze away from the green woman's freckled face. Mircalla reached and rested her lace-covered rear upon the goblin's stomach, pressing whatever small amount of air the winded non-human's lungs had desperately recovered from out her diaphragm. Mircalla gripped the wrists of the redhead's stubby arms with both hands in a vice-like clench, holding them up against each side of Min's face as her brown eyes suddenly smouldered with a savage, scarlet phosphorescence. Unlike the natural red hue of the goblin's own eyes, the Countess' were positively aflame with violent intent more akin to that of a wild beast than the civilised, placated semblance the noblewoman had simulated for the past two days.

Mircalla's maw slowly began to open. Great strands of saliva connecting the two halves of her unhinging jaw broke away as her mouth rifted to an unnatural width. Min - lying naked, debilitated and incapacitated below - interpreted the cavity as a cascading abyss, lined with pearly tusks and prepared to swallow her whole. She could even perceive a pair of ivory spikes in place of where Mircalla's uppermost canines should have been, each one tapering into an ultra-fine point that gleamed in the crimson candlelight from the shadows of the bottomless void, though just for a glimpse, as the Countess ' countenance then shot down to the goblin's unprotected jugular. Out of reflexive terror, Min closed her eyes tighter than she had ever shut them before, straining the tiny muscles in her eyelids to their breaking point, wishing only for this monstrous parody of the despondent noblewoman would just up and disappear.