The Princess, Her Harem... Book 01

As might have been expected, that strange movement had proceeded until she was almost pressed against Catherine; and so she had kissed Catherine's back and looked down in wonder upon Catherine's rapidly moving buttocks as she frigged herself. From there it was of course equally inevitable that she had enjoyed a delicious climax against Catherine's back, for no daughter alive could have resisted the perfection of such a position. She had embraced Catherine then, and she had caught her breath against Catherine's back even as her juices dripped onto Catherine's legs.

But what had she done once she had caught her breath? In what way had she reacted to the realization that her hands had moved of their own volition, and that she groped Catherine's right breast even as she massaged her Catherine's swollen clitoris? If the truth were to be told, then Michelle had done nothing more than what was natural and right.

She had done no more than any other loving daughter would have done, for she had let her lips trail down Catherine's back and onto her soft, hot buttocks. Between Catherine's buttocks and down to the even hotter and far, far wetter pussy that seemed to be waiting for the kiss of her lips and the thrust of her tongue. She had gobbled Catherine's pussy greedily then, and she had forced her face forward with such enthusiasm that Catherine had gasped in startled pleasure above her, whilst her fingers had once more found her own pussy.

Catherine and Michelle were far from the only slaves to be heading to an orgasm above Maria, though; for the seven slaves loved and desired each other without discretion. Julie and Tanya, for instance, had thrust their faces so firmly into the flesh of Maria's heaving tits that they could see nothing of the other's debauchery, for they were so close to orgasm that the EnPid had halted its feed. Meanwhile, and in contrast with Catherine and Maria, they had only their own dildos and fingers between their thighs. They drowned in the scents and sounds of arousal, exertion and passion however, and they longed for not just Maria's climax, but for those of each of their lovers as well. Their arousal was only increased by their knowledge that their Princess would never let them go unpunished for their trickery; and they couldn't help but recall the assorted, lascivious ways in which they had been punished in the past.

Lorraine, on the other hand, was struck speechless by the sight of the passionate fucking that took place before her. In addition to the spectacle before her though, she also had the honor of kneeling above her Princess's face, and she would have fought tooth and nail to keep it.

What did it matter if Maria's normally exquisite cunnilingus had been reduced to the level of a college-girl? The knowledge that her beautiful idol was clearly out of her mind in pleasure was more than compensation for the drop in skill, and just the thought of Maria climaxing beneath her was enough to enflame Lorraine's desire. She ground herself furiously upon her Princess then, and she was so lost in her passion that she had no time to care that she had already coated Maria's face liberally with her foam and juices.

Of all of Maria's Knights however, there was none closer to orgasm than Elizabeth was, and yet she should have been the furthest of them all. That was not to say that she was not receiving any physical pleasure though, for her strapon was designed so that every time she thrust it deep into Maria's beautiful, wet pussy it thrust almost as deeply into her own equally wet cunt. Her position within the tangle of flesh meant that she was prevented from pushing her clitoris against the vibrating shaft, however; and she could not spare a hand to stroke at it. Meanwhile, the position of Catherine behind her meant that the only one with any easy access to her pussy was Maria herself, but Maria was too busy being fucked senseless to take advantage of that fact. Similarly, Lorraine's position above Maria meant that Elizabeth could not even look at Maria's face.

She could feel the helpless jerking of Maria's beautiful body against her own however, and she could hear the barely audible sound of Maria's stifled sobs of pleasure. Even more importantly than either of those though, was the fact that she knew that she was going to give Maria the orgasm of a lifetime; and when all was said and done, that was all that she needed. Naturally, she would never admit to such a thing though, for to do so would be to admit just how false her public persona was.

It was for that reason that Elizabeth whimpered and gritted her teeth above Maria. She imagined Maria cumming then. She imagined embracing and kissing Maria after her orgasm had died down and then, to her own surprise, she imagined holding Jason's rigid cock and guiding him towards Maria. She urged him forward until Maria's pussy parted before his swollen knob, and then she watched as it slid deeper and deeper into Maria. It slid all the way in, until not one inch of his elegant shaft was visible and his firm, full balls rested against Maria's buttocks; and then she frigged herself helplessly as he fucked Maria senseless.

And it was then that Elizabeth climaxed above Maria.

She did so in silence, with her mouth open in a voiceless cry, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she buried her face in Lorraine's thigh. She tried as hard as she could to hide her orgasm from Maria, for she did not intend to let Maria realize just how much she adored her; but there was in fact no reason for her to do so. For all of her determination, there was no way that she could maintain the previously synchronized pounding of her strapon deep into Maria; and in her failure, Elizabeth gave Maria yet another new experience.

Maria had stood on the brink of her own titanic climax for too long to be able to recognize anything beyond the fact that she was being fucked senseless. It was then that Maria felt one fake cock trembling within her even as another continued to slam savagely in and out of her sopping wet pussy; and the unexpected sensations set her mind ablaze once more.

What if it was Jason's cock deep within her as Elizabeth fucked her? What if the erratic trembling that she felt was Jason squirting his seed against Elizabeth's strapon and deep into her womb? How would she react if his seed clung to Elizabeth's strapon as she pulled it out? What would she do if Elizabeth stood before her and thrust her cum-covered strapon deep into her mouth?

Maria's thoughts were of course little more than fragments and flashes of ideas, and they were in no way logical or organized, but they were still more than she could stand. She climaxed at that, and she sobbed in ecstasy as her body jerked beneath her Knights, whilst her hands tore the duvet once more; but her Knights showed her no mercy. The two at her breasts pulled and twisted her nipples with a savagery that sent splinters of pain and pleasure throughout her, whilst Catherine giggled in breathless delight before fucking her with a force that butted her face against Lorraine's passionately grinding pussy.

"Stop...! Don't...! Please don't!"

Maria cried out for mercy then, but her cries were uttered in vain. Her Knights continued their erotic torture relentlessly, ravaging her until she had cum yet again; and it was as she was struck by her seventh climax of the morning that Maria finally lost her battle. She squirted then, and to her later horror, she did so gloriously. She sprayed her cum in a torrent of glistening and oily heat against the loins of the two slaves who had fucked her so incredibly; and then she sobbed in shame beneath Lorraine, whilst she hid what was visible of her face behind her hands as she did so.

Five of her Knights greeted her sobs with breathless giggles and cries of delight then, whilst Michelle, Julie and Tanya wiped her slick juices from off of Catherine in wonder. Lorraine however, was so close to her own orgasm that she had long since covered her mouth with her hands, and the sight of Julie licking Maria's cum from off of her fingers was more than she could take. She climaxed above Maria at that, sobbing into her hands as she stiffened in ecstasy, and then she too squirted.

Once, twice, thrice, and then once again.

Four times, Lorraine gushed her hot, oily cum against Maria's face, and each time that she did so, she splashed Maria and Elizabeth's heaving breasts. She collapsed forward onto Elizabeth then, and she gasped, sobbed and whimpered in the naïve belief that having disgraced herself completely, she had nothing more to fear from her Princess.

Of course, the only way to alleviate the shame of squirting was to make another slave do likewise; and even though she was still dazed by her orgasm, Maria couldn't help but grin in relief. She offered a silent prayer in thanks to the Lady whilst Lorraine shivered in post-orgasmic bliss upon her face, and then she gripped Lorraine's thighs gently. Her touch was enough to cause her Knight to stiffen in fear above her, but Lorraine was still too weak to do anything in protest, and Maria gave her no time to recover. She slid her hands over Lorraine's panty-mound even as she pushed her face upwards once more, and then she licked with eager relish at the soft, sodden pussy that dribbled wetly onto her face.

Could she make Lorraine cum once more before the other Knights resumed their attack upon her? Maria had no idea whether or not she would be given the time to do so, but she tried her best anyway. Lorraine sobbed and begged for mercy above her then, but her cries were greeted by nothing more than giggles from her supposed allies, whilst Maria was not in the mood to be merciful. Lorraine's stifled screams of bliss served only to reinforce Maria's desire, and she feasted ravenously upon Lorraine's beautiful young pussy whilst her fingers stroked furiously upon the swollen clitoris above.

Maria had devoted herself to studying innumerable subjects during her three years within the Royal College, and the results of her final practical exams had only affirmed her reputation as a Princess. She had achieved a merit of excellence in every course, and she had proven her skill even when called upon to carry out demonstrations of what she had learned before the Queen and Ladies of Kritoria. Despite her prowess in all subjects however, she was otherwise depressingly normal.

As with any other student, she had had those subjects that she preferred and those subjects that she did not; but so had the Queen, and no one had ever called her normal. Maria was positively pedestrian in her likes and dislikes however, for she loved nothing more than the art of cunnilingus, and she was thus in a club that contained the vast majority of slaves worldwide. That was not to say that she didn't love the other skills, however. Her tactics within the Pits were public proof that she loved using sexual toys. At the same time, her Knights and lovers were well aware that she found a strange thrill in the sight and sensations of her arm thrust up to the wrist in their cunts. Her very first lick at another slave's pussy had struck some primordial chord within her however, and she had never found anything to beat the sensation of a lover nearing an orgasm upon her mouth.

The helpless trembling and shuddering of her lover's thighs about her head. The feeling of her lover's delicate and crinkly folds either pressing gently against her tongue or parting wetly before it. The feeling of the oily and slippery juices upon her lips, and the delicate but profoundly delicious taste of them upon her tongue. The sounds that her tongue and fingers made as she worshipped her lover's pussy, in combination with those sounds with which her lover responded to her worship. The sight of her lover's breasts heaving in passion, and the beauty of her lover's face as it was framed between their trembling mounds and transformed by the pleasure that she inflicted upon her. There was not a single sensation that Maria didn't treasure, and her love of oral sex was in no way diminished by the fact that she often imagined Samantha, Jason or Elizabeth fucking her as she did so.

Unfortunately, Maria's position below Lorraine meant that she could not enjoy the sight of her Knight sobbing in desperate and unbearable ecstasy; but she lost herself in her task regardless. For the most part, she alternated between lapping at the juices that welled up within Lorraine and using her tongue to caress the coarse flesh of Lorraine's eagerly parted cunt. She used her lips as well though, for she was so captivated by the beauty of her Knight's pussy that she couldn't help but interrupt her worship to kiss and suck at the pretty petals. Her fingers were her greatest weapon however, and she stroked her Knight's swollen clitoris with a passion that was born more of love than of her desire for revenge.

It was therefore understandable that Lorraine had been unable to regain her composure since her last climax. She knelt on the brink of squirting her juices across her Princess and First-Knight once more, and it was only her sheer determination that kept her from doing so. Could she hold out until Catherine and Elizabeth resumed fucking Maria passionately? Might she somehow survive until Maria had been reduced to sobs of pleasure, and thus finish her allotted time without squirting yet again?

It was in times like that, when the only thing that could stand between a Knight and further shame was the assistance of another, that a Knight's strength could be measured in the number, devotion and skill of her lovers. In that regard, Maria's Knights had always been amongst the strongest. Lorraine's sister, Julie, stood up almost as soon as Lorraine had finished squirting her juices across their Princess's beautiful face and heaving breasts; and then she moved to embrace her sister from behind. She held Lorraine tightly, and she buried her face into the crook of Lorraine's neck before whispering her love; and it was all that Lorraine could do to cast one tortured but grateful glance towards her.

Unfortunately for her, Julia did not intend to aid her.

Ostensibly, Julie held her sister upright so that she wouldn't place too much weight upon their First-Knight, as well as so that she wouldn't fall and perhaps hurt herself or the Princess. Her true motive was revealed however, by her actions in the next moment; for it was then that she lifted Lorraine's heaving and trembling breasts. She giggled mischievously as she squeezed her sister's tits together; and she rubbed and squashed the warm, smooth mounds against each other as if in wonder at the shapes into which she could force them. She did not stop there however, for she ground her panty-mound against Lorraine's buttocks as if in recollection of those times when she had thrust her strapon deep into them, and her beautiful breasts rubbed and squashed against Lorraine's back as she did so.

Could anything beat the sensation of her sister shuddering in ecstasy within her embrace? Could anything be more beautiful than sound of her sister fighting desperately to resist the orgasm that boiled within her? Julie would have been more than happy to grope Lorraine's tits all day long, but as delightful as it was to do so, it was even more wonderful to do the same with her nipples.

She squeezed and stretched the firm, rubbery nubs of Lorraine's erect teats as if entranced; and Lorraine sobbed and wept even as she trembled in helpless pleasure. She vowed revenge upon her sister even as she stiffened and fought against the climax that threatened to overwhelm her, but Julie had one last betrayal in store for her. She held Lorraine's breasts upward and forward so that the abused teats thrust as one towards Catherine, and even as she did so, Catherine leant forward to accept her offering.

As a mother, Catherine had gained far more experience in giving suckle than being suckled; but as a middle-aged slave she had developed a strange fascination with the youthful tits and not-yet-lactating teats of her Princess and peers. She had therefore spent more time suckling than any of her lovers, and she knew exactly what it was that drove Lorraine wild. She licked, sucked, stretched and even gently bit at Lorraine's sensitive nipples as the younger slave cried in indignant pleasure before her; and the other Knights followed her example in betraying Lorraine.

Michelle was the first to do so, for she joined Catherine almost immediately. She did so innocently and with no intention of doing anything other than worshipping Lorraine; and for a while she kissed and sucked gently at the soft, velvety smooth flesh of Lorraine's tits. She was however, even more infatuated with her beautiful mother than she was with her equally beautiful peers, and she couldn't help but think of her.

She thought of Catherine's lips about Lorraine's areola. She thought of her tongue playing against the swollen teats, and she imagined Catherine's breasts ballooning gently against their First-Knight's back. She pictured Catherine's rigid nipples no doubt leaking their trickles of milk across their First-Knight's back; and she wanted nothing more than to lick at those lines of white. She imagined tracing the trickles back to where Catherine's tits crushed against their First-Knight's back, and then she imagined suckling at Catherine's swollen teats. She kissed Lorraine's heaving breasts even as she imagined the feeling of Catherine's milk spraying across her tongue; and then she imagined that they suckled at each other. That she sucked and nibbled at Catherine's teats even as Catherine sucked and nibbled at her own, and that her milk finally flowed into Catherine's mouth as she did so. That they reached forward to stroke at each other's clits even as they drank each other's milk. That when they climaxed, they moved forward to lap at each other's sopping wet folds.

Michelle swallowed as a flush appeared upon her pretty cheeks, and she glanced toward Catherine just in time to catch Catherine gazing towards her. Had Catherine fantasized about her even as she had fantasized about Catherine? Might Catherine have somehow sensed how all-consuming and kinky her desires had become? They both stiffened as their eyes met, for they were each equally surprised; but then Michelle saw Catherine's eyes widen and her breath clearly catch within her breast.

What was it that had drawn Catherine's attention in such a manner? Why did Catherine give a smile of such embarrassed delight? Catherine's eyes moved as if in fascination across her face, and Michelle raised one hand to wipe instinctively at her cheek. So that was it! She recalled then just how wet Catherine's pussy had felt as it bounced and rubbed against her face, and she giggled before staring slyly at the froth and pussy-juice that she had collected.

Should she return it to her face, and keep it as a souvenir of Catherine's arousal? Michelle paused for a moment whilst she pictured Catherine adding further juices to those already upon her, but she was spurred on by the indecent anticipation that shone within Catherine's eyes. She licked her fingers delicately, making sure to display the strings of cum that stretched from her digits to her lips, and then she sucked her fingers clean before displaying her tongue still wet with Catherine's juices.

And for Catherine, the sight of Michelle displaying herself so wantonly was the most incredibly and deliciously naughty thing that she had ever seen. Her eyes were held irresistibly to the mixture of cum and froth that lay upon Michelle's tongue; and she swallowed once more as she imagined presenting Michelle's juices in similar fashion. She flushed a little bit more whilst her heart ached with her need to show Michelle that her lust was no weaker than hers, and then she pulled ever so slightly back from the proudly jutting teats at which she suckled.