The Princess, Her Harem... Book 01

"And have you tasted; them all, Darling...?"

Yes again; and Maria wished that she could have sucked on his cock as he did so, before sucking upon his tongue once he had finished.

"Have you licked; them all, Darling...? Have you stuck; your tongue into them all...?"

He looked up at her then, and he bit his lower lip whilst his eyes struggled to remain open.

"I have, Mari'..." He stared past her heaving and trembling tits, and Maria shivered as he gripped her buttocks as if drawing the strength to avoid thinking about the times when his tongue had slid wetly within their family's cunts.

"Oh... Oh Lady...! Were they beautiful; down there, Jason...?" She whimpered as she stroked even more fervently at her swollen and tingling clitoris. She stroked with such passion that her hot, oily cum splattered across Jason's chin and even reached as far as his loosely open mouth; but he stared at her as if oblivious to the fact that he licked her juices from off of his lips.

"Yes, they were, Mari'... They were like you, Mari'... They were gor-, gorg-...? They were really, really pretty..."

She shuddered and mewled in desperate pleasure at his reply. She knew that he deserved her total dedication to the task that he had set for her, but she couldn't help but long to hear more about what he had done with their family.

"And am I... Am I as wet; as they were, Jason...?"

"They were wetter -..." He paused to look down at her once more, and then he moaned in wonder. "No! You're just as wet, Mari'...! It's... It's all just drib-, dribbling an' hangin' out of you, Mari'!" He spoke in a voice that was breathless in pleasure, and he shuddered beneath her before continuing more urgently. "It's, it's like a waterfall, Mari'! It's all shiny and thick an' oily, an' I want, I want to drink it, Mari'...! I want to taste it, Mari', but I don't want to miss look, looking at it...!"

Was it, and did he?

Maria whimpered at Jason's shameless words. It was all that she could do to stop herself from pushing her pussy forward so that he could taste her immediately, but she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Later, Darling...! You can taste me later...!" She gritted her teeth then, and she closed her eyes whilst her orgasm welled up within her. She stroked herself furiously, and she fucked herself with the fingers of her other hand so that she splashed drops of her juices across every inch of Jason's face. "Were they... Were they tasty, Jason...?"

"Yes... Oh Lady, yes, they were deli-, delicious, Mari'! They tasted better than anything else!"

"Oh, Lady...! I knew it...!" Maria whimpered once more, whilst her mind conjured up the sensations and tastes of her family's juices upon her tongue. She closed her eyes and fought against the urge to cum, and then she recalled a fantasy that she had once had. It was a fantasy based upon a traditional Kritorian game, except for the fact that Jason took the role of the captured Princess, whilst her family took the place of the captors. They circled around him as he knelt blindfolded in their midst, and they offered their pussies at random; and he could only gobble them to orgasm if he guessed their identity correctly.

"Could you... Could you tell them; apart, Jason...? Could you tell; who was who if... If you were blindfolded; and -?"

"Do you, do you mean 'Punishing the Princess', Mari'...?"

To Maria's surprise Jason interrupted her, and she was so shocked by the fact that he knew of the game that she could do nothing more than nod as she stared down at him.

"I can, Mari'! They, Mom an' sisters an' boss an' all the others...? They, they all said I was incred-, incred-... The best, Mari'! They said they never saw a slave do as well as me! There were moms an' daughters, an' sisters an' twins but I, I never got it wrong, Mari'! An', an' I could have done 'em all, Mari'! My, my stomach was full of their pussy-juice though, an' I couldn't swallow another drop, an' it seemed like such a waste...? Well I couldn't carry on so the others sucked on my down there till I had no more white stuff left, but I don't mind, 'cause Mom says we'll do it again...!"

Just how copiously had the slaves cum, if he had drunk his fill of their juices? Just how many slaves had taken part; and how frustrated must each have been when he guessed their identity and thus denied them the chance to suck upon his cock! Under other circumstances, Maria would have longed to hear more about Jason's triumph, but she knew her fellow country-slaves too well to imagine that her family wouldn't have gone first. She therefore imagined their agony and their ecstasy as they rode Jason's mouth, and she couldn't help herself once more.

"How... How could; you tell, Darling...? Mom, Pam, Beth... Sara... How are; they different...?"

Would he tell her?

Might he seek to retain some small element of superiority to her, or would he let her know how she too could amaze their family? The knowledge of how to tell one slave's pussy from the next by mouth alone was not something that any slave would give away freely unless she had to. Jason spoke not just without delay but also enthusiastically as well, however; and Maria listened in a trance as he did so.

The shape of their mother's petals, and that of Pam's clitoral hood. The size of Beth's clitoris, and the texture of Sara's cunt. The way in which their mother's pussy parted before his tongue, and the way in Sara's clutched spasmodically at his tongue regardless of her arousal or his movement. The way in which Beth's juices came in little gushes, and the steady flow of Pam's. He grinned as he spoke, and he asked her if he had made himself clear with such frequency that she almost cried out for him to carry on. When he had finally finished she felt as if she could feel her family's pussies against her lips and upon her tongue, though.

She sobbed in pleasure above Jason then, and the female members of her family took turns to ride her mouth and smear their juices across her face as she did so. They thrust their clits between her lips and they pressed their hot, wet cunts down upon her tongue; and once they had emptied their cum into her mouth, they dried themselves against her face and her hair. They worked themselves upon her until there was not a part of her that did not shine wetly with the thick white foam and oily juices of their arousal; and then they wanked, licked and sucked upon Jason's elegant cock. They pleasured him until he had covered every part of her face with his thick, hot jelly; and it was in that moment that Maria was drawn from her trance by the realization that Jason was pushing her back.

She realized then that she had ground herself upon his face, that she had smeared her froth across his lips and his nose, and that she had frigged herself so that his hair was wet with her cum. He gave her no time to feel shame though, for he grinned conspiratorially; and then he told her how he had played and won the same game with their bottoms instead of their pussies.

The way that their mother's buttocks pressed against his face, and the shape of her cheeks about her anus. The pressure of Sara's tailbone against his face, and the hardness of Pam's pelvis beneath the softness of her buttocks. In all of her years, Maria had never heard or imagined that 'Punishing the Princess' could be played in such a sordid way, but the shock of his enthusiastic descriptions were as nothing compared to that of his reward. She stiffened in shock and wonder then, for instead of describing how he had gobbled each slave to orgasm, he recounted how he had dominated each one instead.

The way that dozens of slaves had knelt before him and offered their buttocks to his rigid cock. The way in which their arses had clutched fiercely at his length as their beautiful buttocks bounced against his loins. The way in which they had demanded that he remain still behind him, and the moans of exertion and pleasure that they had given as they worked themselves frantically upon his length. They had thrust themselves upon his cock as if he were the Queen herself and as if it was their pleasure to please rather than his duty to pleasure. They had worked their buttocks upon him with only one goal in mind; and those who had unwittingly climaxed upon him had wept in bitter defeat until his mother offered them the chance to suck him off.

It was a world beyond Maria's imagination.

As a scene, it was beyond comprehension. She knew that he would never lie to her though, and his excitement was contagious. She had never before felt any great desire to dominate Samantha, her sisters and their friends; and indeed the reverse had always been true! She imagined them holding a double-ended dildo within their buttocks though, and she pictured them moving for her as they had moved for him. She pictured them working themselves before her as they worked themselves upon Jason's cock beside her; and once they had done every slave between them, she knelt on all fours before him.

No.

She was a Princess. She couldn't do such a thing.

She couldn't spread her knees.

She couldn't bury her face in the rug and reach back to grasp her buttocks. She couldn't allow herself to groan in happy and exquisite pain as he eased himself into her. She couldn't work herself frantically upon his cock. She couldn't frig herself as she did so, and she couldn't cry in happiness as he emptied his seed deep into her bowels. He filled her, though. He emptied himself into her time and time again, and his orgasms were so gloriously copious that his seed dribbled thickly from her battered and abused anus, and she frigged herself frantically as the other slaves frigged themselves in wonder at the sight.

And she felt his seed between her buttocks.

She felt his cock as masculine and strong as he himself. He watched her frig herself, and his eyes were as full of love and desire as they had been when he first kissed her upon her lips. He watched her and all the slaves who knelt around them; and she heard her fellow slaves sobbing his name and their desire to be dominated by him as they squirted their juices across her without hesitation or shame.

"You're so beautiful, Mari'..."

For some reason, the words were wrong.

"Please... Please cum for me, Mari'...? Please, please squirt all over me..."

The voice was too masculine and too timid.

It was then that Maria recalled that she frigged not before Jason and his lovers, but above him instead; and she gazed downward to find that he stared in wonder at her furiously moving fingers. He stared as if her frigging were the most wonderful thing that he had ever seen, and in that moment she knew that he longed only to witness her pleasure.

He didn't care if it was dirty. He didn't care if it was shameful. He would stare at her cunt until she squirted her juices across him once more, and he would not tear his eyes away even if the world were to end about them. Maria's heart stopped within her breast then, whilst tears of joy filled her eyes, and then he opened his mouth as if in unaware that he did so. He opened his mouth and he offered his tongue, and he scooted forward until he was half-hidden beneath her mound; and then he looked up at her in desperate, embarrassed eagerness.

He wanted her to do it.

He wanted her to squirt into his mouth just as she wanted him to squirt into hers; and it was in that moment that Maria knew that it wasn't enough. It wasn't that she wanted his seed in her mouth. It wasn't that she wanted his seed upon her face, or across her tits or between the folds of her pussy! She wanted it all over her! She wanted every inch of her skin to be drenched in his seed, and she wanted to feel as full of his seed as he had felt with the juices of those lucky slaves who had got to play 'Punish the Princess' with him! She stood up hurriedly and shakily then, and she spread her feet and frigged herself furiously; and for the first time in her life, she focused herself upon squirting as much as she could rather than as little.

"Mari'..." He grinned beneath her then, and she saw tears of joy trickling down his cheeks; and it was in that moment that Maria finally realized that Jason loved her just as desperately, intensely and shamefully, as she loved him. "Please cum, Mari'...? Please cum...?"

And then she did.

Maria sobbed and shuddered as her orgasm hit her, and for the first time in her life, she did not attempt to stifle her cries. She screamed in helpless ecstasy even though it startled him, and he covered his ears and stared up at her in amazement as she squirted her cum across him. His beautiful cock and the slope of his loins. His stomach and his chest; his neck, his face and his hair. She frigged herself desperately even then, and she drove herself from one climax to another, and every time she reached her peak she squirted once more. She told herself that she would give him what he wanted, and what she herself wanted from him, regardless of whether it was physically possible.

He whispered his love and wonder between the squirting of her juices into his mouth or across his hastily closed eyes; and the knowledge that he lay beneath her gave her the strength to remain standing above him. Maria frigged herself almost frantically as she stood over Jason, and the sight of him lain in astonishment and delight beneath her was such that she went from one orgasm to the next. A third time, a fourth, a fifth exquisite climax as she somehow managed to remain standing. She managed to reach her peak for a sixth time, but her ecstasy was as draining of her strength as it was of her oily juices, and her world spun dizzily about her whilst her hands moved ever more sluggishly between her thighs.

"Frig me, Jason...! Frig me...!"

She tottered shakily above him, and she wept helplessly for his assistance as her juices splattered across his handsome body; and he pulled himself quickly upright. He sat beneath her then so that her juices fell almost directly onto the rubbery, swollen knob of his cock, and he raised his hands to her hips; but he defied her expectations by grasping her buttocks rather than frigging her above him.

"No...! No...! I can... Oh, I can cum again, Jason...! I can squirt for you again!"

"You've done enough, Mari'...!"

Had she?

Had she drenched him from head to toe? Had she given him as much as she wanted him to give her? For all the volume of her ejaculations, Maria was certain that she hadn't. She heard the joy and the gratitude within his voice though, and it drained the last of her strength. She fell against him at that, and even though her world turned dark, she couldn't help but smile at how wet he felt as he clutched her to him.

She had done something shocking and shameful, hadn't she? She had not only lowered her own worth as a Princess but also lowered the prestige of those who had defeated her, hadn't she? Maria sagged limply in Jason's arms as he lowered her gently onto the bed, and then she bit her lip and stared blankly upward as he lay her down tenderly.

Why did it feel so good?

Why did it feel so right to debase herself just because he wanted it? She had no strength with which she could move and no breath with which she could utter another word, but she smiled as Jason knelt over her, and she watched in shameless joy as he wiped his hand across his wetly glistening face. He wiped his face, his chest and his stomach as if drying himself with a towel, and once he had finished he held his hand out before spreading his fingers wide; and she caught her breath as he did so.

That was her cum, wasn't it.

That was her cum glistening in a web between his fingers, and shining wetly upon his handsome body. Maria grinned at that, and then she arched her back and closed her eyes as he ran his tongue between his fingers, whilst her loins signaled their readiness to cum once more.

"Thank you, Mari'...! Thank you so much...! You taste so wonderful..."

He licked and sucked at his fingers with obvious relish in between each sentence, and Maria hid her face behind her hands as he did so. Was that the sound of him wiping her cum from off of his chest, before the more obvious sound of him sucking upon his fingers once more? Was that his belly, and was that his so gorgeous cock? She opened her eyes in alarm at her last thought, and then she sighed in relief at the sight of his erect cock still drenched in her cum as it bobbed gently before her. She looked upwards as her cheeks burned a little hotter in shame at her own desire, and then she frowned for a moment before grinning at the sight of Jason's frustration.

He didn't realize, did he?

He didn't realize that he couldn't suck his fingers clean if his mouth was already full of her cum. Maria giggled despite herself then, and she reached up to grasp his wrist before pulling his hand down towards her mouth. She intended to suck her cum off his fingers and to hold it within her mouth for him to take later; but he followed his wrist downward, and in the next moment, she felt his lips press against hers.

Would he?

He did.

He met Maria's hopes by releasing her cum into her mouth, and then he thrust his tongue against her own. She whimpered in hungry joy at that, and despite all of her post-climactic weakness, she found that her body responded without complaint. She crushed her lips and tongue hungrily against his, whilst she arched so that her still gently heaving breasts pushed firmly against him; and her heart skipped a beat every time that he moaned in pleasure against her.

They kissed as if famished, with their tongues dueling in one moment only to dance together in the next; but their hands were no less active than their mouths. He groped her tits gently before squeezing and stretching her nipples skilfully, whilst she in turn wrapped her arms about him so that she could dig her fingers into the meat of his masculine buttocks. She pulled him against her so that his still most definitely and urgently erect cock slid wetly within the valley formed by her thighs; and every second that passed left her craving his flesh within her own all the more.

When could she lick and suck her cum from off of his cock? When could she spread her thighs and grip his buttocks, and finally pull his cock into her hot, wet cunt? Every second that passed brought an increase in her desire, but that was not the only thing to increase. They kissed so passionately that they had barely enough time to breathe let alone swallow; and the juices within which their tongues played were so delicious that they couldn't help but salivate. The delicious mixture within Maria's mouth therefore increased until she could do nothing to stop it from spilling down her cheeks; and it was only then that Jason broke their kiss. He chased and licked each oily trickle from off of her face, and then he grinned part impishly and part timidly down at her.

"Can, can I have it back, Mari'...?"

There was obviously no way that Maria could reply aloud, but she nodded her head in response, and he lay on his back beside her before grinning at her expectantly. His look was so sweet that it was all that she could do not to giggle, but she knelt over him carefully, and then she lowered herself until her wet pussy rested upon his loins and her breasts ballooned against his chest.

"Thank you, Mari'..."

Did he have to sound so grateful? Maria blushed at that, and then she opened her mouth ever so slightly; and her heart skipped a beat as he swirled her oily gift about his mouth before swallowing gratefully. Time and time again, she let her cum and their saliva fall into his mouth; and each time that she did so he swallowed once more before raising himself upwards to lick at her glistening lips. It occurred to Maria then that she was suckling him in a way, and she wondered then whether she would ever get to have him suckle at her tits as he had suckled at their family's.