The Princess Transformed Ch. 02

They passed a restless night together, trying and failing to ignore the slow but undeniable build-up of sexual tension between them. Daphnia made it a point to sleep as far away from him as possible, but she was still acutely aware of his masculine presence near her, and her hands snaked down to her aching snatch more than once during the night. If only she could just...she struggled to get these wanton thoughts out of her mind and almost succeeded.

The second day was, if even possible, worse than the first. It was that damnable elfslut body again, causing trouble for the both of them. As much as she tried to, she couldn't avoid walking in the way she did—swinging herself from side to side so that her full buttocks was thrust out. To say nothing of her huge, bouncing tits and long, slender stomach and hips. More than once she caught him with his eyes glued to her body—her luscious behind, her enormous breasts (men seemed to love those) or any other part of her magically-enhanced frame. He would have to be a eunuch not to notice, and he was far from one. No, he was a delectable specimen of manhood that she yearned to...she was doing it again!

By the end of the fourth day, Daphnia had come to a decision. This state of affairs was making them both miserable. The tent in his pants was going to wear out all his good breeches at that rate, and she was so filled with elvish desire that she could hardly walk straight herself. If she didn't have sex with him, the two of them would be in no state to find information and search for their contact when they did eventually arrive in town.

But how to broach the subject? It was not as if she could tell him outright that she wanted to fuck him. He would either faint in shock or run for the hills. But if she didn't open her mouth, well, at least not that one, then they would be at this impasse forever. But there were other ways that didn't involve words at all.

The time in the castle had changed her. In her mind, she still thought of herself as the crown princess of the realm, but her anatomy and the urges that came with it had wreaked

greater transformation than she knew, and not all of them physical, either. She had awakened to a wantonness, to a freedom that she never had while in the gilded cage of royalty. She remembered her own seductions of whomever caught her fancy after the day's work was done—handsome guards, lean, muscled and oh-so satisfyingly HARD as they thrust into her—to blushing maidens that she had to coax into one orgasm after the other. No one could resist her when she wanted her itch scratched, she just found someone to scratch it.

So, it seemed like the simplest thing in the world the next time she caught him looking, she met his gaze squarely, thrust her shoulders back, which had the side effect of putting her pendulous tits on greater display, and strode over to him. Actions spoke louder than words, they said, and this was the time to put that old saying to the test. Before he could react, she had locked her lips to his in a smoldering kiss that seemed to reach all the way down to her loins.

When they finally broke their lip lock he was dazed, eyes blinking and breathing heavily. Well, he hadn't run, so that was a good start. She looked down and almost gasped in shock. If she had thought his erection was bad before, it fairly made a tent in his trousers now. She was concerned for him, but she knew just what to do about it. He was about to say something when Daphnia put her finger to his lips in the universal gesture for silence, then knelt down and undid his breeches in a single fluid motion.

Ah, cock—she couldn't wait to get it into her mouth, and then after that into her snatch, but first things first. She looked at the angry red head in anticipation and almost swallowed it in her hunger. This wasn't the time to tease him with slow licks, or to try any of the tricks she had learned in the castle. She wanted him to come, and come fast and hard. So she sealed her plush lips over his organ and sucked like a demon until within seconds he came into her eager mouth.

He didn't taste quite like she had expected—kind of musky, with a faint hint of mushrooms. Must be the woodland foods he ate. She let herself savor it for a moment, swirling the

thick liquid around her teeth and gums, and then before he could recover, she pushed him back onto the ground. He was bigger than her, but her tits gave her lots of extra mass. She was not too surprised to see that his erection hadn't flagged at all. She looked over it with a practiced eye and figured he was good for three, maybe four more rounds.

Well, no time like the present. Daphnia gave him a smile filled with both gentleness and raging desire, then reached down to fit herself around him. They both groaned as he slid in easily. Her own arousal had her practically dripping with need, and the copious lubrication let him slip his engorged penis into her with no difficulty whatsoever. He bucked and twitched at his entry, and if he hadn't just come in her mouth, she was sure that he would have spurted the moment he entered her. As it was, his

hips shot off the ground, and she had to steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders as she ground herself back onto him.

It had been so long! The four days spent without fornication of any kind were like an eternity to Daphnia the elfslut. She bounced on top of him, her long, golden hair flying and massive, tits heaving, until with a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, he emptied himself into her. She sighed in bliss as she felt his cock pulse in her depths. Gods, how she had missed this. It felt so, so, good.

Their mutual hunger sated for the moment, she rolled off him and onto the mossy forest floor, delighting in the slow trickle of their combined fluids from her nether orifice. She had come a few times herself, courtesy of her hypersensitive elfslut body, but she needed more. She needed more. Twice—once in her mouth, once inside—was just barely getting started. She glanced down at his cock and noted with some dismay that it was only semi-hard now. Well, she knew just what to do about that.

Catching his eyes, she preened for him slightly, then gave him a lascivious smile, thrusting out her massive chest in a successful bid for his attention. Almost at once he stiffened again. Even after all these months, it was still her breasts that got the most attention. Some of her lovers wanted to ream her in the ass, and some enjoyed the attentions of her talented mouth, but no one, it seemed, could resist the allure of her bronzed bosom. And she couldn't blame them. They were magnificent—twin massive mountains of perfection, heavy, full, and standing proudly from her chest with not even the barest hint of sagging. She cupped the overflowing orbs in her hands, offering them to him, and he sprang to full mast in seconds.

Time for round three. This time there was no foreplay, they were both ready and willing. All his previous hesitation had seemingly vanished, and when she lay on her back and spread her long legs, he dove into her with the force of a tornado. She felt his slim arms encircle her and clasp her curvy body to him, her tits squashed against his chest and giving off all sorts of delicious sensations. But the centerpiece was of course his lovely cock, furiously pistoning between her legs.

He might have been young and inexperienced, but his passion and enthusiasm more than made up for it, and as his rod continued to plunder her eager depths, Daphnia found herself cresting her peak once...twice, three...no, was that four? Five times? She lost count. Gods, he was so passionate, so eager! Daphnia was no stranger to multiple orgasms, but somehow this youth was able to bring her to heights that even Briva, with his muscled body and huge cock, was unable to. She guessed it was perhaps the forbidden nature of their congress that turned her on so much—she shouldn't be fucking what was essentially her manservant. Or maybe it was the long four days when she was unable to even masturbate for fear of him spotting her. Whatever the case, she wasn't complaining.

Another part of her mind whispered that she should really not be doing this, not only because it was altogether improper conduct, but because she was spoiling him for all future women, for who could compete with the impossibly voluptuous body of an elfslut? Whatever girls or women he bedded in the future would be judged and found wanting. But she wanted him, and he most obviously wanted her, and that was all there was to it.

But enough thinking, back to fucking. She kissed him again and again as their bodies bucked into each other, and their tongues danced in the same way their

genitals did. Finally, she felt the stiffening of his rod that signaled his imminent release, and she whispered into his ear (just like with Briva, men seemed to like that) that it was ok, that he could come as deep and as hard in her as he liked. She didn't do it with her casual lovers—no, only those she cared about. It seemed to have its intended effect. He moaned long and loud and came into her violently, and she purred like a cat as her pussy milked him of every last drop.

After their most recent round, he lay back, panting heavily. She had to commend him on his stamina, most men would have been unconscious by now. But Daphnia's fire had been kindled and would not be denied. She writhed on the ground, stroking herself all over, plunging a perfectly formed finger into her molten depths and caressing her huge, heaving tits. Three times in a row might have been enough for a normal human, but she was an elfslut, created for the sole purpose of fornication. She rolled on the ground, almost fucking herself against the trees that surrounded their campsite in a bid to get his attention.

It worked. Whether he was more turned on by her wanton display, or the fact that his princess was behaving in such a lewd manner, did not matter in the least. He was erect again, and strode over to her purposefully. She went down on all-fours, and waved her sumptuous behind in his face until he seized her by her wide hips and slammed home in a single, deep thrust. Daphnia's eyes opened wide in shock, and she came instantly. For someone who had been so timid before, he certainly wasn't shy now!

After being fucked so often and in so many ways, Daphnia found that she liked doggy-style the best. There was something wild and animalistic about mating in the way that beasts did. Plus, no one ever seemed to be able to resist the call of her mammoth mammaries as they bounced in front of her, and while on all-fours she could have her lovers grab them while they fucked her from behind. Plain old missionary would never satisfy her now, though it was better than having no sex at all.

They stood settled into a comfortable rhythm with Tivin screwing her hard and fast, just the way she liked it. He could last longer this time because he had already come three times before, but he showed no signs of stopping as he continued to thrust deep into the body of his princess. But all good things must come to an end, and after a few minutes of frenzied fucking they both shuddered together in the throes of a shared orgasm. Seconds later, the youth pulled out of her and collapsed into a heap on the forest floor.

Daphnia smiled in satisfaction and in a sudden fit of tenderness, reached over to smooth his brow. The poor dear was worn out. She was far from tired herself—a veteran of a hundred orgies and more—but she had enough care and sense to let the young man rest. She had really put him through her paces, and well, there was always tomorrow.

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Tomorrow dawned and brought with it more fucking. Now that they had done the deed and there was little to no embarrassment between them, Daphnia saw no problem in soliciting the youth for sex at any available opportunity. They both had urges, and the sooner they were satiated, the easier it was to return to the business of walking, foraging, and all the humdrum things one does on a journey. The nights were a lot more pleasant now, and under her tutelage, Tivin soon matured into a skilled and tender lover.

But another problem soon reared its ugly head halfway along their journey. They were running out of coin. The resistance hadn't seen fit to supply the youth with much, and of course Daphnia had none of her own. Farmers did not earn much, and Tivin had already brought along everything they had. Even with his ability to live off the land, there were still things they needed to buy—water (there were few streams to drink from in the areas they traversed) travel permits (Rampillion had set up a system of checkpoints throughout each town) and extra supplies for when they weren't in the woods anymore. For the last leg of the journey, they would be in residential areas rather than forested ones. Asdale was a bustling town, and that meant stays at inns as they approached their destination.

They needed to earn money, and fast. Daphnia let her steward suggest a few useless things until she put forth the idea that was foremost in both their minds—she would whore herself out for coin.

His indignant reaction was everything she expected. How could she even think of doing such a thing, the youth sputtered. She was the princess of the realm, not some common strumpet! No, he would do anything to prevent his liege from being subjected to such indignities...he would hunt, or fish, or work in the taverns and bars along the way. Anything but that!

"You can't be serious, your Highness! You would be who...whori...selling your body for coin!" He was so indignant he could barely get the words out.

"Be practical, Tivin. We need coin, and it won't magically appear from somewhere. You know this as well as I do." A small secret part of Daphnia was actually both gladdened and amused at Tivin's reaction. He was so...so...protective of her! He would make a fine husband someday.

"No! I won't allow it. I won't have it! You can't be thinking of doing this."

"So you want me all to yourself, is that it?" Daphnia asked, arching a fine eyebrow.

"No! I mean, no, I do want to, but not in that way, what I meant was..."

"It's alright, Tivin. I know what you meant." She smiled, letting him know that it was all a jest. He was just so easy to tease! It was delightfully wicked of her, she knew, and yet she did it anyway.

As the conversation continued, Daphnia logically pointed out that the most expedient method of earning money was for her to prostitute herself. They could not afford to dawdle, and with her body, they would practically have to beat men off with a stick. Furthermore, it would relieve Tivin of some of his nightly duties—he tried, but couldn't quite keep up with her insatiable appetites.

And if she was being honest with herself, Daphnia missed having sex with multiple partners, sometimes more than one at a time. She had grown to love being the center of attention, with a cock in her pussy, another up her ass, and one more in her mouth. Being taken repeatedly and forcefully without a chance to rest—not that she needed one. She liked Tivin and his gentle lovemaking, but her elfslut body yearned to be used, and used hard.

So she put to rest her steward's further protest by issuing a royal command. She would be working the nights starting from the next town, and there she would brook no more discussion about the matter.

She had expected to feel embarrassment, even shame, at her suggestion, but she had felt none. In the castle, she had been fucked more than a thousand times, and so any recalcitrance(yes!) she might have felt at the act of coitus had long since vanished. Sex now felt as natural to her as walking, talking, or breathing. There were some vestiges of her old self, yes, but they had faded into small whispers rather than the loud shouting they formerly were.

As to the actual act of whoring, it was simple...beyond simple, really. All she had to do was stroll to the middle of a tavern and divest herself of the few scraps of clothing she wore, and all male (and a few female) eyes would instantly be open her. She didn't even need to say anything—her rolling gait, smoldering eyes, and soaking snatch spoke volumes. And from then on, it was a short trip to an empty room, where her customers would proceed to fuck her brains out, pay her for services rendered, and leave.

Sex in her elfslut body never seemed to get old. In one of her philosophical moments, Daphnia reflected that she must have had more than a thousand lovers by now, yet each new one entering her hungry slit made her scream in pleasure afresh. Each lover was different in a way, yet the same. Some liked one position, some another. Some wanted her on her back, some on all fours, and others standing up. Some wanted her to suck them off, but a fair amount of them also wanted to take her in the ass—a notion that in her other life as a princess would have been horrifying, but now she simply thought of it as just another position. Another benefit of her new body, being fucked in her butt felt just as wonderful and amazing as being penetrated from her front.

So she licked and fucked and sucked and smiled at her customers as they took her in all sorts of ways, and even sometimes found herself giggling. She had never giggled before!

And for the life of her, she had never in all her years felt so wanton, so naughty...so, so, free.

She wondered what Tivin thought of all this. She sort of felt sorry for him, having all his dreams of his prim, proper princess shattered beyond measure. She reasoned that it might scar him further.

Daphnia was not an unkind soul, and she thought to herself more than once that her naive (not sure you want this word. Maybe naive?) steward might be shocked, or even jealous that his princess and bed partner was fucking so many other men (and the occasional woman). She did make it a point to sleep with him whenever she could manage it, and his gentle caresses and slower lovemaking was indeed a welcome change from the hard usage that most of her days were full of. But her body demanded more and more—that dammable itch again! And the only way to scratch it seemed was on her back or on all-fours, being taken again and again and again. Plus, they needed the money. What was a transformed princess to do?

She was just doing the best she could, she reasoned. But enough time had passed since her transformation that she knew that she was lying to herself. Being fucked just felt so good.

Over time, she had refined her carnal activities into something of an artform. She experimented with different positions, seeing which could bring herself and her partners more pleasure. She retained enough presence of mind even while moaning and screaming to be able to judge the relative arousal levels of herself and her partner/s, so that she could often take the lead and do other things besides simply laying there and taking it, as enjoyable as that was. She reveled in the fact that she could make a man come just by clenching her pussy muscles, and she learned just the right way to lick the underside of a hard shaft so that it would deposit its creamy reward into her mouth all the faster.

As a mage, Daphnia had excelled at her studies, always trying to find a better way to cast a spell to be faster and more efficient, and so as an elfslut, she applied that same fervor and dedication to the only thing she could really do in her transformed state, fucking.

And how she fucked. She told herself that she was only doing it for the money, because they needed to get to Asdale, but in truth, she would have done it for free. Her desires had not lessened in the least since leaving the castle. An elfslut was still an elfslut, after all, and she was all too willing to spread her legs for anyone who so as much looked at her the right way.