The Princess Transformed Ch. 03

After a few seconds they broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting both their mouths.

Both knew what was going to come next. There was no bed in the room, so the stone floor would have to suffice, but Daphnia didn't care. By this time, she was so turned on she would have fucked the men in the stables. She slid down onto the floor and spread her legs wide, giving her audience a clear view of her gushing pussy. She was so wet that her nether regions fairly glistened with fluid. She had long abandoned any notions of propriety or shame. Her daily activities would have made her old self blush. But Daphnia the elfslut had come a long way from her prudish origins. Never had she felt so free than when she was engaged in the act of copulation, and now that she was free to do so, she fully intended to fuck to her heart's content.

The man who had kissed her now knelt and thrust into her unceremoniously, and Daphnia moaned at his sudden entry. But for all his kissing expertise, he had little to no staying power (or maybe it was just that her voluptuous body had robbed him of it) and he came after a few quick thrusts into her hungry slit. Fortunately, she was so sensitive that even that made her come there and then. The princess would have been disappointed if another lover had not appeared soon after the first and thrust into her while she was still in the throes of her first orgasm. She wrapped her hands and legs around him as he slammed mercilessly into her, enjoying the feel of his powerful motions and corded muscle. He had to be a soldier or military man. But what mattered the most was that he was a man, he had a penis, and he was using it to fuck her thoroughly and well.

Soon enough, the second man came and was replaced by a third. By this time, the edge had been taken off her lust somewhat, and the transformed princess had recovered a modicum of calm—as much calm as one could be expected to muster while being ravaged on a stone floor.

As the third man entered her, Daphnia experimented with everything she had learnt on her trip to Asdale. She licked her lover's ear, mashed her mountainous chest against him and clenched her pussy muscles until he had no chance but to gush into her. She sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction, unsure whether she was happier at her prowess or her lover's climax. It was nice to know that all that lovemaking practice wasn't for nothing, and that she could make whoever was fucking her come when she wanted to, and how she wanted to. She did so love the sensation of a pulsing penis inside her, how it tightened for an interminable second and then spewed all its contents out into her greedy cleft.

And so it went on. After the first few or so men had finished fucking her, it soon became apparent that simple missionary would take forever. So, the princess-slut got down on all fours (her favorite position!) so she could be taken from behind, as well as suck off whoever wanted to use her mouth. This also had the benefit of letting whoever was fucking her to reach around to fondle her giant dangling breasts. Her eight (or was that seventh? she was losing count) lover also had the good sense to pinch her erect nipples as he thrust into her, causing Daphnia to become so excited that she started pushing her rounded behind back at him, fucking back even as she was fucked.

Meanwhile, her mouth was kept more than occupied sucking cock after cock. She sucked and laved each erect organ as it was presented to her, sometimes even going so far as to gently probe the slit in the cockhead with her tongue. She would swallow one almost to the hilt, and then be more careful with the next, licking the underside and coaxing out that thick, white fluid that she craved. And the final touch was to look up into the men's eyes as she played their flutes to perfection. One look from her lust-soaked gaze and they went off like rockets in her wet, eager mouth.

But even that could not satisfy the swelling ranks of men, not to mention her own appetites. So, Daphnia took matters into her own hands, instructing her latest lover to lie down so that she could straddle him. This left her mouth open to service another member, and her hands free to take another one each. With a hard penis nestled need in her vagina, another in her mouth, and two more about to explode in her hands, Daphnia was in heaven. So much cock, all for her!

But even fucking four men at once, there were just too many for a single elfslut—no matter how voracious—to handle, and some of the bolder men took it upon themselves to begin masturbating as their companions engaged in frenzied intercourse with the delectable sex slave writhing on the floor.

Daphnia had just come down from a series of orgasms when she felt a hail of hot cum on her skin. She would be annoyed that the men had dared take such liberties with the princess of the realm, except that it just felt so good! So good, in fact, that Daphnia paused to rub half of it into her skin, pleased at the way it made the golden bronze hue of it shimmer even more brightly. The rest she scooped up with a slim finger and placed onto her mouth, while she proceeded to gulp it down like it was nectar. If asked, she would have not known which mouth, upper or lower, liked semen more.

Seeing her consume their come with such abandon inflamed the men so much that they began to push and shove each other, attempting to get to her first, and for a moment Daphnia was worried that a fight would break out. She couldn't have that. She hadn't had sex with all of them yet! So, she did the next best thing—divert their attention.

She called to the men wordlessly, and when they turned to face her she arched her back, which had the side effect of thrusting her huge breasts out, exactly as she had intended, and began stroking her pussy with one free hand. The other she used to tweak her nipples which were almost diamond-hard now because of all her activity. She discovered a few stray droplets of cum on them and in a sudden fit of inspiration, hefted one massive melon up to her mouth where she proceeded to suck it off, her eyes still on the men, and their rapidly stiffening organs.

That got their attention, and fast. She continued her impromptu show, licking, fingering, and bucking on the floor until she was a wet and sweaty mess, but stopping just short of her orgasm. She spread her legs wide again and gave her erstwhile audience a pointed look which made her intentions clear. She didn't want to finish herself off, she wanted one of them to do it. And so, in seconds the men were on her again, thrusting into each hole as she moaned and squealed in pleasure.

But all good things come to an end. The pace of the orgy turned slower, as the number of males able to perform dwindled. There were few non-enhanced men able to keep up with an elfslut, especially one as pent up as her. Daphnia slowed down with her final few lovers, coaxing the last few drops of cum from them with a combination of words and touch.

Their copulation turned slow and purposeful, calling back memories of Tivin and Briva, the gentler of her lovers. It was true—she mused as another man came inside her with a groan—she had gotten good enough at fucking that she was able to entertain philosophical thoughts during coitus. Variety really was the spice of life. As much as she enjoyed being taken roughly, she also found slow lovemaking to be very pleasurable in its own way, as well.

Finally, the last man could perform no longer, and Daphnia found herself surrounded by a heap of sleeping males. She allowed herself the luxury of a long stretch, which any of the men would have loved to see if they had been awake, and then got to her feet, none the worse for wear. Instead of feeling fatigued at her exertions, the transformed princess felt energized, like she had just woken up from a long nap. In a strange way, all the sex had helped her to process what she had heard a few hours before, and she was now ready to find her family members and plan their next course of action.

But first things first. She would need a bath.