The Princess, Her Harem... Book 01

So that was who she was.

She had been his slut for years, and just not realized it. Maria went limp beneath Jason then. She surrendered to his passionate yet startlingly accurate caresses, and she smiled as she did so. She reveled in not just the sensations of his touch upon her naked body but also the knowledge that he touched her; and her heart raced as she wondered if something so wonderful could really be so wrong.

"I love you, Maria..."

He whispered his love as fervently as he rubbed between her thighs, and he switched from one swollen and tingling breast to the other whilst he kissed her neck or nibbled gently at her ears. He worshipped her with a skill that even Elizabeth would have been hard-pressed to rival, and he played upon her body as if it had been designed purely for his touch. He filled the room with her whimpers and gasps of pleasure as well as the ruder, more obscene sound of her pussy slurping greedily upon his thrusting fingers; and she could do nothing but wonder how it was that her family had taught him so much in just three months.

Despite that, she couldn't help but focus upon the feeling of his cock, though. It crushed hotly and wetly between her buttocks, whilst his balls rested against the creases between her buttocks and her thighs; and she longed to pleasure him in return. Should she let him have his way with her regardless? Should she ignore the fact that he was only a beast, and that even the lowest of slaves would never consent to being used in such a manner?

He pleasured her as if in acceptance of the fact that she was his slut. He did so as if she had no say in the manner in which her body was used; and even though she knew that it was wrong, she couldn't help but realize how much easier it would be to lower herself once more.

Why not just let him bring her to what she suspected was going to be an orgasm of titanic proportions, and only then concentrate on putting him back into his proper place? Would it be so unacceptable to let him pleasure her as their mother had pleasured him on the night of his Ceremony, if that was what he wanted?

Maria lay upon her front, and she clutched her hands to her mouth in an attempt to stifle the cries of pleasure that he brought to life within her, but that was not to say that she was fully complicit with his domination. Even though she was willing to do anything that he desired, she had her pride as a Princess and her lust as a slave, and she wondered what the point of her cumming without him was. Why should she let him have his way with her, if she couldn't hear his involuntary gasps of pleasure and feel his seed splashing across her body in return?

The thought was enough to cause Maria to reach backward and behind herself, and she sought to slide her hands between their bodies so that she might once more grasp his cock. To her surprise, he pushed downward abruptly though, and he blocked her access. An accident? A coincidence? She was too overcome by pleasure to fight back immediately, but she thrust her own hips downward instinctively so that she stayed his hand beneath her; and as soon as she had grabbed some small measure of composure, she tried again.

And once more, she was blocked.

"Jason! Let me - oh...!"

To her shock, Jason cut her cry short. He forced his hand to move against her sodden folds, and even as her eyes widened and she gave a gasp of pleasure beneath him, her pride rose up in force within her. How dare he treat her in such a way! He was doing it deliberately! He was pleasuring her as if he was -!

Their mother!

Their mother, again!

No wonder she had not only made no secret of her on-off career, but had also been so nonchalant about their frequent girlish wrestling! No wonder she had demonstrated those moves essential to every fighter, and had encouraged their practice even when Jason was in the room! Maria had always assumed that her childhood training had been restricted to Pam, Beth, Sara and herself, but she realized in that moment just how obvious it was that their mother had taught Jason as well. She stiffened in shock beneath Jason then, for she knew instinctively that the odds were stacked against her. Certainly, she had the skill with which she had almost avoided her fate, and the years of experience that she had acquired since then; but he had the advantage of not just his strength but his skill at all tasks manual as well.

Could she out-maneuver him?

Might she be able to do now what she hadn't been able to do all those years ago? She fought him tooth and nail then, and she strove with all of her skill and what little might she possessed to return the pleasure that he inflicted upon her; and for a while, her pride gave her the strength to ignore his all-too-skilful stroking. How dare he, a beast, do to her what even the Empress would ask permission for, and what even the lowest of slaves would never agree to!

She twisted and turned vehemently beneath him. She gasped and cried out as she endeavored to grab or move herself against the cock upon which she couldn't help but focus, and her skill was such that she achieved some small reduction in the pleasure that he inflicted upon her.

But that was all.

For the second time in less than a day, she found that she fought a losing battle and that her efforts were for naught. He blocked her at every turn, and every time that she thought that she might finally escape, she found herself instead pinned to the quilt. She could do nothing but stew in her frustration then. How awful that he should be able to pin and pleasure her despite the experience that she had gained during her years fighting within the Pits! How irksome that he could best her despite the arousal that caused him to smear her body with his delicious pre-cum!

And yet...

And yet, how wonderful it was!

How exhilarating that it should be he who pinned her! How deliciously arousing that Jason could still bend her to his will, regardless of how unfairly he had stolen the advantage. Despite everything that had driven her to fight back in the first place, Maria fought with less and less vigor as time wore on, and her struggling decreased until finally she went limp beneath him once more. She spread her thighs so that she allowed him easy access to her sodden pussy, and he took advantage of her offer immediately.

"I love you, Maria..."

A whisper in her ear as she lay in complete surrender beneath him. She lay with her flushed and swollen breasts heaving as she dragged the air back into her tortured lungs. She lay with her lips parted and wet with saliva whilst her eyes fluttered in helpless pleasure; and he stroked a finger deep within her even as he ground his palm about her swollen clitoris.

A move learned in combat with their mother, or perhaps suggested by one of their sisters? Maria had no wits with which she could consider the question; but she smiled as she imagined the slaves of her family stood about her. She saw them guiding and instructing the brother whom she adored. She heard them promise that they would present their pussies to her mouth as soon as she had reached her climax, and her pleasure welled up within her as if seeking to lessen the delay.

"Darling...!"

She arched, shuddered and twisted jerkily then, and her beautiful face contorted in pleasure as she climaxed beneath him, but he continued his attack upon her pussy. He frigged her mercilessly even as she sobbed and jerked in pleasure, and she cried in pleasure and shame as she squirted over his rapidly working fingers.

Once more, he kept her at her peak.

He refused to let her come down from her climax and he beamed in delight above her as he did so. He squeezed her breast with one hand as he stroked urgently between her thighs with the other, and his body pressed firmly down against her back so that he could whisper his love into her ear. Three times she peaked beneath him whilst her eyes went wide and her spittle shone upon her chin, and each time that she did so her girl-cum squirted yet again over the fingers with which he caressed the fleshy walls of her cunt.

"You win, Jason...! You win...! I surrender...!"

But how many times had she herself ignored an opponent's cries? How often had she forgotten all mercy in her determination to discover how many orgasms she could inflict upon her opponent or how much cum she could make the other slave squirt before she fainted? Maria cried out regardless, for she was all too aware of the coarse and obscene noises that she was making beneath Jason; but even as her cum gushed and splashed against his hand, he stroked her urgently and without respite.

Might she faint or, far worse, lose control completely as so many slaves had done upon her own face, fingers or strapon? The fear brought some clarity to her mind despite the ecstasy that tore through her body, and it was then that she recalled what it was that she had taken so long to realize the last time that Jason had pinned her.

"Stop! Stop, Jason!"

He obeyed immediately, and she sobbed into the quilt as his chest heaved against her back and his sodden fingers trembled lightly against her panty mound. He pulled them back slowly, as if reluctant to obey her but determined to do so regardless; and she whimpered into her hands as her orgasm died down.

"You're so beaut-, beautiful, Maria..."

The sound of his voice trailed off only to be replaced by the sound of him licking her cum from his fingers, and she flushed scarlet as she shivered in shameful delight.

"You... You taste so lovely, Maria..."

Were her juices as delicious to his tongue as his were to hers? She buried her face in the quilt once more then, and she stifled a beam of sheer joy as her hips moved beneath him of their own accord. He trailed his finger up and along the arch of her back whilst he stroked her hair with infinite tenderness; and even though she couldn't see him, she couldn't help but recognize the adoring smile with which he gazed at her.

"You're the most beaut-, beautiful slave in the whole world..."

Even more so than the slaves of their family?

Maria smiled at that, but she kept her disagreement to herself, and she was just about to look up and back at Jason when she recognized what she had failed to notice. How wet he had made the valley between her buttocks! How hot and rigid his cock was, as it thrust between her still trembling cheeks! How tight his balls were as they pressed against her flesh!

She cried in happiness at that, for it was so like him to ignore the fact that he could have taken her in any way that he wanted, and to think only of her pleasure instead. How like him, to carry on even though he had already made her climax, when any other beast would have no doubt taken the opportunity to work himself to orgasm within her dripping cunt!

In which way would he let her bring him to orgasm, though?

Maria was so enchanted by her fantasies that she never noticed how inappropriate her question was; and she flushed scarlet at the images that her mind conjured up of herself taking his gorgeous cock into her pussy, her mouth or even into her hair. For all of their appeal there was something off, something wrong, about all of them, though; and she caught her breath at the realization of what it was.

Hadn't he beaten her?

Beast or not, and unfair advantage or not; hadn't he demonstrated upon her body just how powerless she could be against him if he chose to make her so? She buried her face in the quilt in oblivion to the caresses with which Jason accompanied his whispers of love; and the thought that filled her mind was too sordid to contemplate yet at the same time too wickedly delicious to ignore.

Would it be so bad to let him choose?

Why shouldn't she forget that he was just a beast and that she was not just a slave, but a Princess as well? Why shouldn't she treat him as something more akin to one of her Knights, and allow him his moments of domination? Why shouldn't she just give herself to him, as if he were the Queen and as if her body were nothing more than a tool for him to use to reach his orgasm?

The fact that Elizabeth hadn't called the guards already meant that she was willing to let her do whatever she wanted with Jason, so why not go all the way? Why not, just for a while at least, discard her position, her rank and her sex, and demonstrate before him that regardless of his own position, rank and sex, she had never once thought him beneath her? Why not surrender to him as she had done just a short while ago, and offer him the same dominion that she had offered by mistake earlier?

"How... How do you want, how do you want me, Jason...?"

Her voice came out as a whisper barely louder than a breath. How could she accept the adoration and loyalty of not just her country's slaves, but of Elizabeth and the Knights as well, only to give herself entirely to someone who was neither a Princess nor a Lady of State? To someone who was not even a commoner, but a beast instead, and furthermore one of the lowest of beasts to boot?

"Please, Jason... Please use me in any way you want..."

Yet how could she not give herself to him, when it was him that she imagined and his body that she desired when the Upper Beasts came to ogle her from afar? Why couldn't she choose the beast that she loved and who loved her in return, where the Upper Beasts stood with their cocks stiff, but thought only of the status that they could acquire if she would consent to bearing their child?

She looked back and upward at Jason then, with her lips parted and her eyes bright with tears of longing, and she was lost between her fears and her desires. The look of adoration and confusion upon his face was so familiar and so unmistakably his that it reminded her of just whom it was that she loved more than life itself, though; and she found that she couldn't help but smile despite her anxieties.

"Please, Jason, please just use me to make you cum, okay?"

There.

She'd said it.

Out loud and no doubt before Elizabeth and the other eagerly watching Knights. She imagined them for just a moment whilst Jason frowned, processing her words, and then the sight of him blushing washed away the imagined image of their amusement and delight.

"I... I'd like to, Mari'..."

"Then do so...! My pussy, my mouth, my tits... My hair, my feet, whatever you want, because I will always be yours, okay...?" She hesitated as a forbidden image raised itself within her mind, and she swallowed before glancing towards the cameras through which her safety, and her Knights voyeuristic pleasure, was assured.

Should she make that obscene offer now?

What would her six Knights think, once they saw that she would submit to one whose body would have made him one of the Masters just a few hundred years ago? In what way might she tarnish their image of her, if she let them see her willingly lower herself to the level of a beast?

Would they feel jealousy? Resentment? Outright anger?

They had all talked about just how far they would each go if they found a beast whom they loved as much as she loved Jason. Not once had they mentioned submission though, and even if they had, there was a huge difference between talking about such a thing and actually seeing it happen. She smiled regardless though, and then she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and settle her nerves. Knowing them as she did, how could she expect any other response than one of love and support?

She raised her buttocks then, and she moved her hips so that she stroked Jason's rock-hard cock ever so gently between the mounds of her cheeks, and she flushed even further as he gasped in pleasure above and behind her.

"You can even... Can even use my, my derr-, my bottom, if you want to, Darling...?"

And then she had said that too.

Maria knew then that Jason would one day accept her offer, and she would cry in joy before him as he did so.

Thank you for reading this!

I really hope that you have enjoyed it.

I believe that the second and final novel is better written than this one (due to my increased experience), but I can only ask that you let me know your own thoughts; and I hope that you will give it a chance. It consists of the following arcs:

The Princess And Revelations

The Princess And Her Descent

The Princess And The Duel

Maria And...

(And as promised... Here is chapter 0.)

I apologize for putting this at the back of the novel. Firstly, it's not required reading; secondly, I've already released it as a standalone chapter on Literotica, and thirdly, it's written in a slightly different style to the rest of the novel. If I could create a link to skip it, then I would have placed it in its proper position. I expect that most of the people who read this novel will have read this chapter already, though, so I'm only including it for those people who want to read it but can't find it on Literotica.

Princess Maria could normally see with her eyes closed.

That was not to say that she had any special abilities or superpowers though. Instead, it was simply that she lived on the planet of Sapphira; and one of that world's many distinguishing characteristics was that every one of its women could do just that. No, despite her exceptional beauty, the mental afflictions from which she suffered and the strangeness of her mind, she was at least physiologically normal.

The second distinguishing characteristic of Sapphira was that the members of its population were not categorized as 'boys', 'girls', 'men' and 'women', but rather as 'boys', 'girls', 'beasts' and 'slaves'. By itself, that fact was relatively unimportant, but there was a history of unimaginable length and vicious oppression behind that collection of terms. Three centuries had passed since the replacement of the word 'Masters' with the word 'beasts', but the women of Sapphira still clung instinctively to it some parts of it. It persisted within the name by which they called themselves, and it persisted within other matters as well.

Returning to Maria however, it is important to state that her ability to see with her eyes closed had nothing to do with her own body. It was instead purely down to the invisible but ever-present EnPid, or the Network of Psionic Interface Devices to give it its more technical name. The EnPid enabled a slave to share in the major senses of every slave who was within her allotted range, or to whose channel she subscribed. It was for that reason that every slave heard, saw or felt those sensations that her neighbor did; and whilst the EnPid showed no regard for privacy, it did at least filter out the more unpleasant sensations.

The sting of an insect or the pain of a toe stubbed against a wall? That was blocked. The sensual caress of a silk gown against naked breasts, or of a lover's tongue against an eagerly presented pussy? That was shared and, furthermore, recorded as well. Well, it was perhaps due to the EnPid's lack of discretion in what it shared that Maria lived in a society that was far removed from what had been considered normal before its creation. For all of their bizarre sense of modesty, the slaves of Sapphira had never been considered chaste, though.

Of course, any conscious slave would be too busy processing the signals from her own senses to do the same with those of another, let alone those of each of her neighbors. Her brain could at least store the deluge of information into memory though, and her unconscious mind had no such limits on processing what she had stored. It was for that reason that Maria's dreams were more vivid than reality itself.