The Princess, Her Harem... Book 01

Despite that though, Princess Maria looked down upon her past self and saw a slave who for once took no part in the lust of her peers. She saw instead a slave who sat as if stunned, and who gazed in wonder through her opera glasses upon the scene that played out before her. She had watched in a daze as almost eighty beasts who were similar only in their age, nudity and arousal, were pleasured and used lewdly by an even greater number of slaves. She had watched, frozen and helpless even to bring herself to touch her sodden, leaking pussy, as the cries of those who climaxed upon or within each other had filled the Great Hall with an almost continuous chorus of ecstasy.

And she had seen none of them.

The beast who, contrary to tradition, had been unchained and lain upon his back. His mother had mounted his cock whilst her lover had knelt over his face, and they had stared into each other's eyes as they took turns to kiss and suck at the hard, jutting cock of the lover's still-chained son. The mother who had moved from riding her son's cock to easing a strapon into her sister's pussy, whilst her sister in turn sucked the cock that had been left jutting freely. The mother who had delighted her neighbors by sucking her twins to a simultaneous orgasm across her face even as she fucked her strapon into her daughter. The college-girls who scrambled onto the stage in full view of everyone, and who had sat upon their brothers' shoulders so that they could ride the beasts' mouths even as their mothers rode the beasts' cocks. Their mothers had watched in delight and wonder or a while; had gazed up at their daughters above and then bowed their heads and hunched their backs as one, before delighting in kissing, licking and stroking teasingly at their daughter's arses.

All had gone unnoticed.

She should have stopped the Ceremony then. She should have had the intruding slaves removed, but even had she noticed, she would have been powerless to do so. She had stared in fascination at the beautiful mother whose depraved desires had transformed the Ceremony, and at the handsome son whose body was worshipped and used with such desperate passion. She had stared, and had seen nothing but them.

He was just a beast!

He was nothing more than a creature of burden and seed, and yet... And yet how wonderful he had looked before or beneath his mother! How enchanting he had seemed after those tens of thousands of young beasts in whom she had found nothing of interest! If only it could have been she who worked upon his flesh! If only it could have been her pussy that slid slowly and wetly down upon his so perfectly proportioned cock! If only it could have been her womb into which he squirted his seed!

The beast had not been the sole target of Maria's desire however, for she had been equally envious that it should be he upon whom the beautiful commoner reached her orgasm repeatedly, rather than upon herself. Why was it that the commoner sobbed her adoration of him rather than her, and that she undertook so much effort upon his body rather than against hers? If only Maria could have been either one of them! If only she could have left the balcony to kiss the slave's damply glistening body as she thrust upon him, or to suck upon his balls as his mother sucked upon his cock!

Of course, she was forbidden from doing so. She was as forbidden to join the commoners, as the college-girls were forbidden to mount their brothers' faces. Almost three hundred daughters had prayed and sobbed for her forgiveness as they joined their mothers in pleasuring the boys whom they loved, but she alone had proven strong enough to resist her temptation. As her country's elected Princess, she could no more join the two whom she adored than she could protest her life of captivity. She had stared in breathless arousal and amazement at her mother and brother though, and she had burned every moment of their forbidden love into her mind.

The devotion that her mother, Samantha, had displayed as she switched from pussy back to hand or mouth, whenever she was too sensitive to risk another orgasm upon his still rigid flesh. The bulging of her sopping wet pussy about the magnificent shaft of Jason's cock as she thrust herself down upon it. The beauty of her petals and the way in which they sucked greedily upon his cock as she rose upwards once more.

How breathtaking it had been, to watch as Samantha raised herself from upon Jason's cock each time he finished his orgasm within her! How intoxicating it had been, to watch as she freed his cock so that his seed dribbled thickly from her gaping pussy only to fall onto his swollen knob and beautiful shaft. How deliciously naughty and wicked Maria had felt, as she watched Samantha sliding her pussy once more down onto his cum-covered flesh, as if she were desperate to take every drop of his seed back into herself.

How had Samantha's maternal love turned into the desire that she had displayed upon his body? Why was it that she accepted and relished his seed with such passion? As a Champion, she had been renowned for the bravery that she had displayed within the Pits, but that was of no comparison to the bravery that she had shown that night within Maria's hall. How had she gathered the courage to kneel before him in full view of every slave within the Great Hall, without the excuse of her arousal or lust?

There had never been any question as to the outcome of her passion, though. There had never been, and would never be, a beast who could match the desire of even the frailest of slaves, but she fucked him for hours. She teased him back to erection when even the Concoction could not keep him hard, and she greeted his ever-diminishing ejaculations with tears of joy regardless of their volume.

In the end, he was still just a beast and not a slave, though. Despite the Concoction, her love and all of her efforts, he stood spent and barely conscious before her; and she had leant against him in a moment of profound sorrow and joy. She had cradled his limp, wet cock tenderly then, and she had kissed his weakly heaving chest as tears of disappointment ran down her cheeks.

And then she had surprised Maria once more.

Why was it that out of all of the slaves, Samantha remained alone in merely watching as her peers sucked upon each other's cum-smeared breasts, or gobbled at each other's cum-filled pussies? Had she worn herself out? Did she have neither the energy nor the lust to partake in their lechery? She had sat with her head lain upon Jason's thigh, and then she had rested against him and kissed his limp, reddened cock until such time as it rose once more before her. She had brought him off not just once but twice more then, but he had finished his second ejaculation by fainting before her. She had kissed and licked him all over as if every drop of seed and sweat was something to be treasured, though; and then she had turned about to face the balcony within which Maria had sat.

She had displayed herself then as if deliberately stating her love and desire for Jason, and Maria had clutched at her breast and caught her breath in wonder at the sight of her. She had seen then what even the EnPid had failed to show her up until that point, for Samantha had taken his seed not just into her mouth and across her face, but in lines across her bound breasts and hair as well.

How wanton she had been, to wear his seed upon her as if he were hers by right of marriage, and regardless of the fact that her love could never again manifest itself into the lust that was permitted upon that night alone! How brazen she had been to declare him as hers without seeking permission first!

But how cruel as well.

How unwittingly cruel Samantha had been to take him before her, not knowing that she too loved him as a beast yet could not touch him. To use his body and to climax upon him, a mere beast, even though she would never be able to use Maria in similar fashion. To accept from him the pleasure that by right should have been Maria's to give. Even within her dream, Maria couldn't help but feel a rekindling of the pain that she had felt on that fateful Sunday; but even as she did so, she was once more overwhelmed by a sense of poignant gratitude.

The war against the Masters had left vast swathes of the planet scarred beyond recognition, and even after three centuries, there was no such thing as an easy journey. The detours necessary for safe travel meant that the journey to her mansion would have cost Samantha a considerable amount of time. By choosing Maria's mansion over the many less important but far closer Great Halls, she had given her a gift of unparalleled worth, though. She had allowed Maria to witness not just how wonderfully the long years apart had changed and transformed Jason, but also how she herself had gone unchanged. She had also given Maria a chance to witness their ecstasy first-hand, though; and the image of her as she had stood then, wet with exertion and covered in cum, was the most wonderful thing that Maria had ever seen.

The desperate longing and happy pride that shone within Samantha's eyes. The flush of her cheeks below the faintly pearlescent glistening of the smeared and slowly drying cum that their mutual darling had squirted across every square inch of her face. The sheen of sweat upon the flushed, beautiful breasts that she finally unbound; and the sight of her nipples, swollen with desire and leaking their milk, as she sucked their beloved Jason's cum from off of the ceremonial bands. The foam that had spread from her thoroughly used pussy up to her mound; and the glistening, gelatinous sperm that dribbled ever so slowly down her thighs. Even without the addition of Jason's seed, Samantha's body had seemed even more beautiful than Maria remembered, and just the memory of how she had looked that night had driven Maria's fingers to her pussy more often than she cared to admit.

She had stared in speechless wonder at her naked, flushed and cum-splattered mother, then. She had stood up as she did so though, and she had pressed herself passionately against the glass through which she had gazed. Had Samantha seen her breasts ballooning against the glass? Had she realized just who it was that had cocked one leg and pushed her mound against the glass as she stroked urgently at her dripping wet pussy?

Even in her wildest fantasies, Maria couldn't help but recognize the fact that Samantha would have seen nothing more than a blur to match those of the First-Knights or Ladies of State who were already being fucked against the glass on either side of her. She knew just as well that when Samantha looked back upon that night she would see her frigging herself in shameful but helpless lust though; and the thought of that was such that even in her sleep, Maria's pussy flooded with desire.

Samantha had leant back against the slope of the Wall of Offering then, and she had spread her lovely legs obscenely, so that her beautiful pussy was bared in all of its glory. For almost a minute, she had stood like that, as threads of glistening, milky juices had fallen slowly from her gently gaping cunt, and she had rubbed Jason's cum across her heaving breasts. She had massaged every precious drop of cum into her skin as if reveling in the feeling of it upon her flesh; and then she had licked her hands clean before pulling upon one teat as she stroked at her swollen clitoris.

She had done so without once taking her gaze away from the balcony above her though, and even in her sleep, Maria shivered in pleasure. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might have noticed Maria's breasts from amongst the many pairs that were squashed against the glass before her. Perhaps, if the Lady were willing, she might even have imagined correctly that they belonged to Maria herself.

Had she imagined that she stood behind Maria then? Had she imagined that she grasped Maria's hips as she thrust her double-ended strapon deep into her; or that she cupped and groped Maria's buttocks as she buried her face in the warm wetness of Maria's pussy? Maria had frigged herself urgently then. She had timed her strokes to match those of the slave whom she loved and missed more than any other, and she had ground herself against the glass as if it were Samantha's body.

If only she could have joined her!

If only she could have knelt beneath her beloved mother, and could have caressed Samantha's thighs even as she thrust her tongue deep into Samantha's sopping wet pussy! How would it have felt, if she could have accepted Samantha's strapon even as Samantha accepted Jason's cock? What if she could instead have accepted his cock in Samantha's place, and fucked Samantha with her own strapon even as she did so? She had imagined all the ways in which she longed to pleasure and worship her mother then. She had imagined all the horribly perverse things that she would do, albeit shamefully, if Samantha gave even the slightest indication that she would enjoy them.

She had slid down the glass as Samantha crumpled to her knees, and they had frigged feverishly then, mother and daughter matching stroke for frantic stroke. They had frigged even as their peers fucked passionately about them; and in the moment that Maria's orgasm had struck her, she had seen Samantha's eyes go wide and her back arch so that her breasts lifted skyward. They had climaxed together then. They had sobbed and cried out as one as they squirted their girl-cum helplessly across the floor beneath them; and they had smiled as one once the aftershocks had subsided to the point that they could think once more.

Obviously, there was no way that Samantha could have been certain that she had pushed herself against the glass, let alone which of the many blurred figures was hers, but Maria knew that somehow they had understood each other's love and desire. Somehow, Maria told herself, Samantha must have sensed the longing that she held within her heart for not just Jason, but for the rest of her family as well.

Samantha had joined the lesbian orgy eagerly after that, and she had proven through her actions that she had both the energy and desire to match her peers. Rather than copy Samantha with her own peers, Maria had instead stroked herself in a daze of desire, though. If only she could have been allowed to join the slave to whom she owed even her appearance! If only she could have given herself to Samantha whilst breathing the same air that her beloved Jason did!

Could she somehow rouse him from his slumber before mounting and riding him as Samantha had? Might he perhaps wonder at how two bodies could feel so similar against him, and yet move so differently upon his flesh? She had brought herself to her peak countless times then; but she had been torn between the two whom she loved. Should she admire her spent and slumbering brother? Should she watch Samantha amongst the beautiful slaves who fucked each other in abandon, and who sobbed in ecstasy and passion as they did so?

What would she have done had she not been forced to choose, though? What would she have done if she had knelt with Samantha before their darling beast? Would she have competed with Samantha for Jason's cock, or would she have competed with him for the honor of grinding herself against Samantha's clitoris? As much as she lusted after each of them, and as much as she wished to make love to both of them, she knew that she would instead have ordered them to make love once more before her.

For the first time since entering her dream, Maria focused her attention upon her past self, and she watched herself frigging feverishly and frantically. She saw herself stroking at her swollen clitoris urgently even as she pumped two fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy; and she shivered in her sleep as she did so. It was not, however, the memory of how intense and rapid her orgasms had been that sent a frisson of pleasure throughout her sleeping body. It was instead the filthy, forbidden desires that had filled her mind as she gazed down at Samantha and Jason, and stroked herself as she did so. It was her hope that Jason might one day do with her exactly what he had done with Samantha.

It was then that Maria's dream turned from recollection to complete fantasy, and she lost herself within it.

This was my first novel, and some of you probably wonder how I had the gall to release it as such. Although this is not the original version, I think that the second novel is still better written, and I am hoping that my current unfinished work will be better yet. If you have any constructive comments or criticism, then please let me know.

Simon Seeward