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Puppet Princess {Fate & billiam}

"Of course they're lovely. Did you think I would add something to degrade your beauty?" asked Azalea. She laughed, moving to stroke Amy's hair. Moving down, she placed a kiss on the girl's forehead. Such a sweet little princess, naive and innocent even while she was being made a slave.

"Now, I believe you'd mentioned some more clasps," mentioned Azalea. She moved to the tray, taking off a couple of bracelets and anklets. These were made of a polished black stone, with a design similar to that of the rings carved along the surface. it would serve as a magical amplifier in times of stress, along with acting in a similar matter to the choker. "Now, these you can remove whenever you wish. I actually give you that reign now: unless I order otherwise, these adornments are purely of your free will. Don't confuse that with the choker; if you remove that, you will die."

The witch moved then, drawing the bracelet up the girl's arm, to finally clasp it around the wrist. It took magic to fuse it around the arm, sealing it in place. Once settled, she moved to the other. She then grabbed an anklet, and slowly dragged the metal down the girl's body, drifting over the quivering sex, circling once, before moving down to the ankles.
 
She gasped rather loudly as each metal piece was dragged along her body before taking a moment to admire these as well. They really seemed to not only look simply beautiful on her, but also at the moment heighten the fact that she was naked except for these adornments. With all this teasing, she finally had to whimper a little and look up at her Mistress with wide eyes. "Goddess, you may have to tie me up soon.... You're making me so aroused with all this... I won't be able to keep from touching myself much more" She blushed a bright red, biting her lip once again, feeling rather... well, like a whore at the moment. Surely normal girls never got so easily worked up all the time?
 
"Really?" Azalea paused, looking down at the girl and quirking one brow up. "But you're a princess. Surely you have enough will and strength within you to resist such a temptation..."

The witch moved down then, her tongue extending. She flicked it over one pierced nipple. Her fingers went to the other, teasing it between her fingers. She pulled it up, using the ring as an extra handle. Fingers played and rolled over the surface, drawing it to a point and using the ring to tug this way and that. The witch took the one her lips fondled between her teeth, pulling slightly. Her teeth hooked around the simple ring, pulling slightly. She released them all, and looked up at the princess, lust blazing in her eyes.

"Come on, Amy, aren't you a beautiful, strong princess...?" she cooed. A hand ran down the girl's stomach. Her fingers rolled around the girl's stomach, then fluttered near the trembling sex.
 
Perhaps in the past she might have agreed with this statement, but admittedly she really wanted to be tied up anyways. She could feel the witch playing with her new rings and this just drove her even crazier. She kissed her back passionately, moaning out louder and louder, sure everyone in the near rooms could hear her. She finally shook her head and looked up at her pathetically again. "N-No, Goddess... I'm just a weak slave... Please?" She did her best to give her a doe-eyed stare, making herself all the more vulnerable-looking. "And I'm... I-I'm so naughty, I can barely control myself... You're so much stronger than me, please help?"
 
"Yes, you are nothing more than a weak slave," agreed Azalea. She roughly shoved her hand between Amy's legs. The fingers parted the girl's nether lips, plunging inside, plundering the depths. Two fingers stretched inside, parting and moving about in the girl's sex. Bending over, Azalea claimed Amy's lips in a kiss, sealing her. Her other hand reached for the girl's wrist. With a tie of magic, the witch sealed the wrist binding to the choker. Soon the second one followed, leaving the princess with her hands sealed near her neck, far from the areas she most wanted.

Then, the witch suddenly stopped pleasuring her slave. she took a step back, watching the writhing form on the table, lust evident in her eyes. "Such a horny little slave, aren't you? Amy, do you know why I haven't taken your name from you?"

The witch moved to the table, rearranging things. She still had her mark to leave on the girl, as agreed. The witch still waffled on this, finally deciding exactly what she wanted. While she prepared, she spoke.

"Because i want you to still remember that you are Amy. You are the girl who used to be a princess. who was pampered and treasured by a kingdom. Loved by her parents. Now, that very Amy is a panting, horny slave for the very woman who killed her parents," Azalea paused, reaching over to give the girl's nipple a gentle pull. "You're just shameful, aren't you?"
 
For a few short moments, everything was wonderful. She was secured with each wrist attached to her collar, and the witch was pleasuring her and kissing her so passionately. And then suddenly it was all over. Azalea was now standing over her, mocking her for how far she had fallen. And Amy had absolutely no defense for herself. Many of the things that had happened had been because of her own desires. And now she was willingly the plaything of the woman who had killed her parents. She was pathetic indeed, but she could not escape the way that her Goddess made her feel either. So with her face burning, she simply stared hard at the floor, still writhing and trying to ignore her burning body. "I... I... I understand Goddess..." She sucked in some air as her nipple was tugged at by the ring "Ah~ Y-Yes, I'm a shameful little slave..."
 
"It's alright though. I shall take care of you now, tend to your every need," the witch turned now. She placed what appeared to be an inkwell on the girl's stomach, and took a long brush in the other hand. She dipped the tip into the brush, then turned to look Amy in the eyes. "You cannot move for this, Amy. If you do, the markings could go wrong, and that could be quite disastrous for you. I'm going to embed a spell upon your flesh, something to show that you are mine. It will not kill you, quite the opposite. The dark energies should feed you," Azalea smiled, "especially your sexual stamina."

The witch then placed the tip of the brush against Amy's tender skin, starting at the thigh. She moved it around, flicking over the girl's skin, drawing intricate symbols and signs across the pale flesh.
 
She held still, at least made easier by the fact that she was still bound to her collar. The rest of her body was a little trickier, especially as the witch began drawing. But eventually she started to get used to the sensation - at least somewhat - and did what she could to hold her body steady. After all, she wanted to be a good girl, and she was excited to have the markings upon her. Especially if they did as Azalea said and increased her in other ways than just her looks... She wondered what it would be like.

Part of her was just thankful Azalea was laying off again. It seemed like every time she got too far into embarrassing the princess she would quickly make up for it with sweet talking and new gifts. She rather liked that...
 
The witch was skilled in breaking people, having made it into something of a hobby. That she had such a delightfully plaint slave in Amy only made her quite pleased. Azalea knew full well that you had to reward as well as punish the slave.

The brush flicked over Amy's thighs, drawing the intricate patterns. It moved slowly upward, flicking for a moment over the girl's sex before focusing on the area directly above. Their the symbols grew even more intricate, more precise. Azalea's brows furrowed in concentration as she drew the precise spells upon the girl's tender flesh. one screw up, and she could ruin a potentially beautiful slave. Still, she spoke lightly to the girl.

"These should do wonders for you. They're said to enhance a woman's natural beauty, to call upon her fertility as well. You don't have to worry about that though, as I'm hardly going to impregnate you any time soon," Azalea smirked then. No, that would never happen. Perhaps she'd have one of her loyal guardsman father a child upon the girl at some point; she needed an heir after all. "You'll love this, my sweet pet."

She paused then, moving over to lightly kiss Amy's sex, before continuing in her brushwork.
 
She balled her hands up into fists, again calling on all her focus to not do anything. Admittedly when she needed to she did have a fairly decent well of focus. It seemed she just enjoyed the process of begging for help and being talked down to. She really did get off on that kind of thing. Still, she prayed that all these intricate drawings were almost over. When they were, she would surely appreciate them a lot more than at the current moment. Amy simply closed her eyes tight, moaning a bit now and then, hoping it was almost over. "I'm sure I will, Goddess..."
 
Finally, with a flourish, the witch finished her drawings. Nodding in sanctification, she thrust the brush back into the well, and set it aside. Smiling up at Amy, Azalea parted the girl's legs. "now, let's charge them up a bit, shall we?"

Without any more warning, the witch dove between Amy's legs. Her tongue extended, and she slid the muscle into the girl's sex. Her head bobbed quickly, the tongue thrusting in and out of the bound girl. It swirled about inside, gathering juices and letting them slide down the witch's throat. Delicious. So very delicious. Swirling about, dancing on the tongue, exciting the taste buds. It made Azalea consume flesh in a frenzy, fully enjoy the rich, sweet taste. It must be a side effect of the signs, one that even Azalea hadn't expected.

She pried herself away for a moment, looking up at amy with the princess's juices glistening on her full lips and mouth. Her tongue extended, sucking the plump flesh, moving it away. then, she moved down, and began kissing and teasing the girl's clit.
 
Without warning her mistress began to pleasure her with her mouth and she cried out in ecastacy. She tugged meaninglessly at her collar, wishing she could get her hands onto the woman's head and play with her hair, encourage her to keep right on going. She felt as though she was right on the edge again, and she could hear as her moans reflected this. They rose and fell passionately as she was pushed closer and closer to an orgasm. "MMmm~ Goddess, that's amazing, you were right!! Ahhhhh, I'm so close..." She could feel lips around her clit now and grew even closer still.
 
Such delicious noises, almost as wonderful as the sweet honey coming from within the girl. Azalea raised two fingers up, easily sliding them inside the girl to work the inner folds. Her tongue continued to assail the outer ones, licking and lapping with all the skill of a practiced lesbian seductress. Her lips formed a tight seal around the clit, sucking intently. The little bead of flesh slid between Azalea's lush lips, even darting between teeth for a moment. The witch smiled, bringing her lips down to enhance the pressure and pleasure of the moment.
 
It only took a little more of this attention, especially with the addition of the two fingers, and she was pushed right over the edge of that cliff and into yet another powerful orgasm. She might have argued that each time she came that day, it was more powerful than the last, but certainly they were all quite strong. Azalea knew exactly what to do to push all the right buttons on this girl. She twitched and moaned and spasmed as her body was wracked with the power of it. Eventually it ended and she began to come back down, her breathing getting longer and lower. "Oohhhh~"
 
The witch enjoyed the shower of juices she received, eagerly lapping up all that came her way. So delicious. And Amy came so magnificently. If the witch didn't know any better, she would have sworn that the girl was becoming more sensual and sexual with each passing orgasm. Soon enough the poor princess would be a sexual dynamo.

Azalea gathered a fair bit of the sweet juices in her mouth, then moved up the girl's body. She smiled down at Amy, reaching to stroke the girl's hair. Her lips lowered onto Amy's for a sweet, juicy kiss. The witch's tongue extended then, letting the juices flow into the mouth of their owner, letting that sweetness travel down Amy's throat.
 
For the first time ever, Amy tasted her own juices. She was shocked that they were so good. Admittedly she'd never been that happy with anyone else's except the witch's. But then again, perhaps this was just more of an effect of everything the witch had been doing to her. It was hard to know which was which anymore. Either way, she kissed her back just as passionately, moaning up into the kiss weakly. Unable to wrap her arms around the witch, she did the next best thing and slowly lifted her legs and wrapped them around Azalea's, giggling softly to herself.
 
The witch chuckled on hearing the princess's giggles. Eating her own cum and she was nearly giddy about it. Yes, she certainly was nothing more than a pleasure driven slave now. Oddly enough, Azalea felt some affection toward the girl, like one would a favorite dog. She supposed that could prove somewhat useful, especially in training her.

Her lips parted from the girl, and she let her hands trail along Amy's sides, that smile returning. "It seems as if the magic has affected your taste. While you did taste sweet before, my dear Amy, now you are nearly irresistible. Even I had difficulties pulling away."

Worse, she could still taste the girl upon her lips. Could still see her beneath. The witch realized that her own body was throbbing, and that it had been some time since Amy had done any pleasuring.

"Pleasure me," she ordered, shifting back. "And do your best."
 
She was perhaps a little surprised even at herself for giggling like that. But when you broke it down, Amy simply wasn't a true princess at heart. She much preferred it when someone else was in control of her. It was how she really got off in life. She saw a look of affection in her Goddess' eyes and this caused her to smile all the more. She loved looks like that, the proud look you only saw in someone who owned something worth keeping. Blushing a bit, she nodded at her assumptions about the magic. It seemed plausible enough.

She was admittedly thrown, though, when Azalea showed just how horny she was getting herself when she commanded Amy quite strongly to pleasure her. Not that she had a problem with it, it was just so sudden. She leaned in and got on her knees, eagerly placing her head between the witch's thighs and licking once up her pussy lips before diving in and slowly swirling around inside her.
 
Azalea shifted again, moving to a position that would make Amy's job much easier. The girl had been remarkably obedient, leaving Azalea little opportunity to punish. The witch almost regretted it, though she found she appreciated the princess's actions far more than she would punishing her.

As Amy got between Azalea's legs, the witch wound her fingers through the girl's hair. She roughly twisted the girl to press directly against her pussy .Then the witch ground her loins against the princess's face. It was effectively a face-fucking, with the hips and roughness that went with it. and it made Azalea shudder, moaning. So nice. Just for her pleasure now, not for this woman or to break her. the whole point was for the witch to cum, and cum hard. she thrust her groin into the girl's tongue again, another low moan escaping her, along with a "harder, Amy."
 
((Don't be afraid to make up something completely arbitrary to punish her if you wanna))

She moaned softly, partially out of surprise, as she felt Azalea get more excited. The witch was now grinding up against her face and it was getting a little bit difficult to breathe. Still, the slave-girl pressed on. She wanted to please her Goddess, even if it meant she had to suffer a bit.

She pushed her tongue in as far as she could and continued to swirl it around. Then she would occasionally withdraw it and focus her lips and teeth on her clit, making sure she spread out her attention to the entirety of her orifice.
 
{figured I'll have Azalea get in a bad mood about something stupid and take it out on Amy. she's eeeeeeevil, after all}

The slave-girl did a fair job at this. Her slavish devotion to the task was quite pleasant. not to mention her fervor in kissing and nibbling her goddess. Well, there was that spell to make the juices almost addictive, that had to help things along. However, there were certainly... improvements that could be done.

Azalea hissed, winding her hands tighter into the girl's hair. she ground Amy's face into her sex. The sex ground into the girl's mouth, twitching slightly, juices flowing. The orgasm was building, and Azalea was most certainly aroused. Amy was good; she just wasn't great. Well, Azalea had ways of fixing that, given time.

"I said harder, slave," snapped the witch, twisting the hair in her hand. Another hip thrust, as if to remind the girl just where she should be focusing on.
 
She gasped quickly as she felt her hair being twisted and Azalea's voice taking on a harsher tone. She immediately snapped all her attention and focus back to the matter at hand. The last thing she needed was to do poorly and displease her Goddess. She whimpered only momentarily before returning to the matter at hand.

She found it a little more difficult to breathe now, but she forced herself to soldier on, able to tell that she was certainly working well. The witch was most certainly quite worked up and she used that to make herself all the more eager in her duties. She licked deeper and harder, again switching back and forth to her clit, taking it between her teeth and lips, giving it just as much attention.

((Sounds good!))
 
The princess's eager workings were having the desired effect on the witch. Azalea moaned, her hips continuing to thrust against the girl. that familiar, oh-so-pleasant feeling began to well in the pit of Azalea's stomach. Yes, she was about to orgasm again. she muttered something in an arcane tongue, though even she wasn't certain if it was some kind of spell, or merely her body releasing babble in response to arousal. Regardless, the witch ground the princess's face into her crotch once more. This time, the witch shouted: "I'm cumming! Cumming! Catch it all!"

Her back arched, her head flung back, raven tresses spilling along her back. She shuddered once. Twice. then convulsed as cum began leaking out of her, dripping and spraying onto the waiting lips and mouth of the girl beneath her. Azalea could feel her inner muscles twitching and reacting to the intense pleasure. She moaned more, her hips thrusting into Amy's face. The orgasm felt so wonderful, the pleasure electrifying the woman. It teased out her magic as well, the bits sparkling. Shots of it ran through the choker and bracelets, sending Amy a jolt of pleasure to nearly match that which the witch felt.
 
Whether due to the volume of it or simply the sudden jolt of pleasure Amy felt herself, she was incapable of taking all of it in her mouth. In fact, she barely got half the delicious liquid in her mouth before collapsing backwards for breath, ending up with a face covered in juices. She lay back on the ground, her own breathing rather heavy as she felt herself suddenly pushed up to the edge of desire as well.

She whimpered as she remembered that her hands were still bound and unable to do anything about it, so she was left in arousal while her Mistress had her own beautiful orgasm. Instead she could only watch in a kind of envy as she swallowed the wonderful juice of her most favored lover.
 
The quaking finally left Azalea. She leaned on the table, breathing hard, her gaze falling upon the girl. Juices had sprayed over Amy, and there was quite a bit of on the ground. more interestingly, the girl looked nearly aroused, almost as if she wanted to touch herself. With an irritated wave, Azalea dismissed the bindings around Amy's hands.

"That was... adequate. Your skills as a lover leave a good deal to be desired," muttered the woman. She moved to sit on the table, looking utterly bored with the whole affair. Time to test the girl's devotion. "You couldn't even drink all my wonderful fluids. what kind of faithful pet are you? Perhaps I should consider finding a replacement. I could always just throw you to the guards and bring you out for social functions. It's not as if I care."

she studied her nails for a moment, smiling coyly, her real attention on the girl.
 
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