The Princess' Plan Ch. 01

Daea, not wanting to miss out on the fun, retrieved her own bottle of lube and dispensed a liberal amount onto her palm. She knew her way around a penis from her time with Ela, and for a moment she worried that Jon had passed out after she began squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock. Not quite, it seemed, the boy could stand at least this much, but the effects of the aphrodisiac were at their peak and would soon restore his senses to a more manageable state.

Meanwhile, Ela was moving with torturous slowness, having only just now fully inserted her finger. Time to show Jon exactly what he was made for. Ela stroked the tip of her finger along what was the top of his rectal cavity, delivering the most exquisite stimulation to his virgin prostate. The moan that came through his gag made Ela hard and Daea wet in equal measure.

"I think he's enjoying it, your highness," Daea observed, now servicing his shaft in long, slow strokes.

"Indeed, I'm almost jealous. The two most beautiful girls in the world, giving him all their attention, making sure he has the most perfect night of his life? A boy couldn't ask for more, wouldn't you say Jon?" Ela moved her finger more quickly now, as if she was tickling him. He could only shudder and groan in response.

"The princess asked you a question, Jon. It would be terribly rude not to answer her, you know." Daea returned her hand to the head of his cock and cupping it so she could roll her wrist and deliver agonizing pleasure to his glans. She turned to Ela. "Perhaps you should repeat your question, your highness? Jon may not have heard you."

Ela withdrew her finger. "I asked," she began, adding more lube, "Could you ask for anything better than this?" She took the two fingers, slick with lube, and gently inserted them before Jon could form any kind of response. Seeing that he had no answer, she began to swirl her two fingers around inside, feeling out his asshole and sending arcs of electricity through his prostate. To her surprise, amidst all this, Jon actually managed to shake his head no.

"My!" Daea exclaimed, switching back to her previous technique of lavishing strokes down the length of his shaft. "Aren't you a polite young gentleman, to be so respectful to your generous host."

"Such good behavior deserves a reward, wouldn't you say Daea?" Ela was stroking his prostate with both fingers now. "He seems to have taken it well thus far, I think he might be ready for a little more."

"Or a lot more, in his case," Daea laughed. "But go ahead, he is deserving."

Ela and Daea were both pale as porcelain from head to toe, with a few notable exceptions. Their nipples, for one, were small and pink, perfectly pointed at the tips of their perky breasts. Daea's lips, all the talk among the young boys of the castle, were soft and red like rose petals, while Ela's were purple like lilac flowers. Ela's cock was just as alabaster white as the rest of her, covered in thick veins and warm to the touch, except where it blushed at the tip. The head of her flawless, feminine penis was faintly pink, but mostly the same purple as her lips and eyes, and she covered it in slick and shiny lube. Putting the bottle down, she caressed Jon's thighs before holding them for support, and used her other hand to align her cock with his quivering asshole.

"Just relax, it'll be alright," Ela told him, pressing the tip against his warm, tight little opening. "It might hurt a bit, but that's okay. I'll make sure you feel good," she cooed, as she pushed her hips forward and felt her tip slide inside, like he was welcoming her. Now it was Ela's turn to let slip a small sigh of pleasure, he was so soft and wet, you'd never know the body wasn't designed for this. Daea released his cock for a moment, shifting her posture so she could lay her voluptuous breasts on his face and still reach his shaft, though she was careful not to restrict his breathing.

"Isn't that nice baby?" Daea asked him "my big soft tits on your face, my dextrous hand on your dick, her huge rod beginning to massage you open? Can you feel how hard she is? The princess is terribly excited to be with you tonight, you should be honored." He moaned something into her cleavage, but whether it was an agreement or a plea for mercy she didn't know, and didn't care. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time.

Having been patient for months, awaiting this very moment, Ela let herself be hasty. She pushed farther inside, feeling his tight sphincter squeeze her shaft as she entered, enjoying the pulse of his muscles as he couldn't decide between trying to push her out or squeeze harder. Soon enough, Ela was balls deep, the tip of her cock resting right at the point where she would have to work around the bend if she wanted to go any deeper. She sat like that for a moment, taking it all in. She could see the labored rise and fall of his chest, the way his stomach flexed every time Daea lingered on his tip, the way his restraints slackened and tightened as he was overwhelmed. She met Daea's eye. They had been friends since before either could remember. They were raised together, played together, and when they were old enough, had explored each others bodies and spent many nights together. But ever since they had noticed boys for the first time, this had been a shared dream of theirs. A cute, cocky, helpless boy, tied up between them, totally defenseless against their mildly sadistic whims. Ela briefly wondered if Jon or any of the other suitors had a fantasy of the reverse, of being teased and fucked by two gorgeous girls all night long. Maybe some of them had heard the tales of the faeries, how they looked like beautiful maids but had cocks that put most men to shame, and had lain awake at night dreaming of being filled in that special way.

Ela began to pull out, enjoying the way Jon's asshole squeezed and gripped her. With only the head left inside, she applied a bit more lube and pushed back in. And then pulled back out.

Then in...

Then out...

And so on, gradually picking up the pace and adding more lube, until delightfully slutty noises were coming from both Jon's mouth and his ass. The pillow raised the height of his entrance just enough that when Ela pulled all the way out, her cock was aimed right at his prostate, and rubbed against it as she pushed back in. She abandoned all pretense of witty teasing and conversation with Daea, her mind cutting off everything until all that remained of the world was her cock, his ass, and the sweet sounds they made together.

Had she been paying attention, she might have noticed Daea furiously masturbating on the bed, even as she continued to jack off Jon. Each of them was completely lost in the sensations of soft skin, slippery lube, hard cocks, and above all pleasure like none of them had ever known.

After what could have been minutes or could have been hours, Ela felt her climax coming over the horizon. She managed to focus long enough to look up and make eye contact with Daea, wordlessly communicating that if she wanted to do anything else with this boy, he was probably going to pass out soon and she had better do it fast.

Getting the message, Daea released his cock, leaving it swollen, twitching and dripping in the air. From the combined assaults of both girls, he was probably as close to coming as Ela was. Daea sat up, and in the sort of hurry that one only gets from trying to satisfy the most depraved urge, she tore off his gag and replaced it with her moist and dripping pussy. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into it, this time having no regard for his breathing. Jon was actually more comfortable with this, being no stranger to the maids his family employed or the girls in his town, but never had they been so forceful.

Daea came first. She doubled over, letting out a long, passionate moan as Jon brought her to climax. Her thighs squeezed around his head, and she held that position for a long moment as she rode out the orgasm.

Ela came not long after. Pumping furiously inside Jon's ass, her dick slid cleanly in and out with none of the initial resistance, but he was still tight enough that she knew Jon felt every vein and must have been going mad with pleasure as she rammed into his prostate. Eventually her own pleasure grew white hot and too much to bear, and she felt her orgasm rocking her entire body, making her knees weak. She clung to his leg for support as her balls tensed, squirting out thick, viscous ropes of cum.

Jon came last. He had been on the edge of orgasm for several minutes, kept there by Ela's clockwork pounding against his prostate. As she came, the sudden rush of cum filling his asshole and being squeezed out to dribble down the outside was enough to send him over the brink. His dick spasmed in the open air, and soon his chest was covered in pale white jizz.

For a long moment, after Daea had rolled off of Jon to let him breathe, they all lay there, completely out of breath. Ela pulled out, stumbled for a moment, but made it to the side of the bed before she collapsed next to Jon. With no more thick girlcock to plug his asshole, Ela's cum began leaking out onto the bed. It was a thick pinkish-purple goo, that glittered faintly in the light. It smelled strongly of flowers, fruit, and sex.

"Jon," Ela managed after catching her breath, "I know you didn't volunteer for it, and I don't really expect you to be happy about it, but that was the hardest I have ever cum, and I'm sure Daea can say the same." Neither Ela nor Jon could see it, but Daea was nodding in assent, as best she could for being so exhausted.

"But I have good news and bad news for you," Ela continued. "The good news is that this won't be our last night together. The bad news is that you're going to have a very uncomfortable time until then." Daea giggled faintly from the other side of the bed, knowing where this was going. "As you may or may not have noticed, I am a faerie, just like in the stories. Don't bother telling anyone, they won't believe you. Anyways, I know your family has to return home tomorrow, and I also know you're going to be thinking about Daea and me every day until you can find an excuse to get back here."

"Why's that?" Jon managed, too tired to be properly outraged at his rape.

"Once faerie cum is absorbed into your body, like it's doing right now, you won't be able to have an orgasm until you get another load in you. You'll be constantly horny, but no matter how hard you stroke your cock, you won't be able to have an orgasm until I fuck you again. As a side effect, you won't be able to stop thinking about me, or Daea by association."

"Bullshit..." Jon declared, just as the secondary effects of the sobriety potion kicked in, and Jon fell into a deep sleep.

~ ~ ~

After resting for a bit more, Ela and Daea cleaned Jon up, redressed him, and deposited him with a maid in the hall, explaining that he had become drunk and passed out, and that he should be returned to his guest chambers.

Ela and Daea slept more soundly than they ever had, wrapped tightly in each others arms, dreaming of the next boy they'd get to play with.