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Puppet Princess {Fate & billiam}

The witch's lips parted in a cruel smile as she heard those delicious words tremble from her pet's lips. Yes, it was wonderful, wasn't it? the dripping snatch, the thrusting fingers, the twisted nipples. all a marvelously erotic torture designed to push the girl ever closer to the edge.

The fingers inside Amy spread, stretching and feeling out the walls. Delicate nails pressed along inside the girl, finding the sweet spots and prodding them. The witch was already beginning to learn Amy's body, perhaps even gaining a knowledge of it that surpassed the girl's. Now she used that knowledge against the girl. The fingers delved deep, hitting the right spots.

Then, as suddenly as they started, the fingers parted. Azalea kissed Amy's lips, gently, almost as a lover would. Slowly she worked her way down, making certain her lips hit all the hot spots. Each kiss would leave a small ring of fiery desire behind, a small magical effect and one designed for moments just like these. At last Azalea's lips pressed along Amy's belly button, drawing down. Her tongue slithered out then, licking paths. The witch carefully circled around the girl, teasing the area above her sex. She moved about, kissing and licking thighs. Her teeth drew along the girl's thighs.

Looking up, she met her pet's yes. "Do you want me to kiss you, dear princess?' asked the witch. She moved so her hot breath hit the girl's quivering snatch. "Do you want your goddess's lips to touch your most tender of areas? Beg for it, let her know your feelings."
 
She was getting more and more aroused, just in time to feel the fingers leave her. She kissed her Goddess back, but couldn't stop herself from letting out a pathetic whimper as she did so. This was absolutely delicious torture! To her relief though, she could feel her slowly kissing down her body now. Something was strange about them, though. After every kiss, it felt as though her lips were still there - and tingling, almost burning. It was as if she had lips encased in cinnamon.

Soon, though, her lips drew lower until she was licking teasingly just below her stomach. Again she heard the command to beg and knew she would be doing this all night. She gave a few more pathetic whimpers, afraid she wouldn't even be able to speak through all her neediness. "P-Please... P-Ple-... Ahh~ G-Goddess, I need you... I need your lips to encase my pussy, I need your tongue inside me... Ahhh, I need to cum so bad" Not that this last request would go answered for some time, but she was sure it was the right thing to say regardless. The more begging, the better.
 
"That's a good pet," cooed Azalea. She waved her hand, reinforcing her earlier incantation, the magics working to prevent Amy from climaxing, even should her body reach that natural point. Spell in place, the witch descended upon her pet.

Her lips pressed against the girl's outer lips first, leaving more of those hot, burning kisses. Then her tongue began to expertly flit, teasing and taunting the flesh. A hand joined in as well, pulling aside the girl's lips to allow Azalea's dexterous tongue better access. The muscle slid inside the tightness of Amy's flesh, darting and flicking. Azalea's head bobbed, till she held her tongue straight, effectively using it as one would a penis. the muscle slid into and out of the girl's snatch, moving steadily, till the witch could taste Amy's precum along her lips. She pulled out, moving her attentions back upon the girl's clit. This she lightly kissed, before taking it between her teeth.

The witch rolled the little love button, her teeth pinching just enough on it to apply pressure. Her tongue snaked between the bone, flicking the already sopping flesh. She worked it, nearly ground on it, before pulled away. Her hands returned to tease as she kissed her way back up Amy's body.

"Tell me how it feels, pet. Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum," her voice was husky and rough, aroused herself. Still her fingers dove into the girl, thrusting hard.
 
Feeling something change within her, she knew her troubles were just beginning. She was sure that at this rate, with the way her Goddess was working away inside her, she should have come by now. Unable to stop herself, she released her hands from the sheets and slowly wrapped them around her breasts, kneading them desperately, as if this would somehow help. Her moans became lower still, almost animalistic in nature. "Mmmmm, i-it's so good... Mistress, Goddess, my love, your tongue feels so amazing inside me!" She gasped loudly and bucked her hips a little. Her fingers took the nipple rings and tugged them, causing her to suck in a little air as the pain shot through her sensitive breasts.

"P-Please, let your pet cum... Sh-She doesn't deserve you, yet you treat her anyways! Please, just let me have one more orgasm, then you can bind me to the bed and tease me all night until I'm sobbing... Ju-Just one more!" She looked down at her desperately, her face burning, her eyes betraying her growing desire.
 
"I didn't say you could touch yourself!' shouted Azalea. Anger burned in her eyes, and she seized Amy's hands. With a word, the bracelets bonded together, and were thrust around and over the girl's head. There they fused into the most likely uncomfortable position, locked to the choker.

"Did I say you could pleasure yourself?" demanded Azalea. she moved up to straddle her pet. "You are mine. You cum when I say so. You touch yourself for pleasure at my behest. And you will not cum nor touch yourself again tonight," Azalea leaned down, her eyes boring into her pet's. "You asked for this, pet. You wanted to squirm and writhe in cruel torture as your goddess brought you this far. Don't you remember that? Remember begging for it?"

She shot her hand down, cruelly twisting a nipple, actually meaning to hurt. Her own sex slid down Amy's stomach, leaving a wet trail of sexual fluid. then, the witch pressed her hot snatch against her pet's grinding. "oh, but your goddess can cum. and I will. You will make your goddess cum now, with your pussy. Thrust against me, pet."

And Azalea ground her own sex against Amy's, pressing hard. the princess was more aroused than the witch, and Azalea knew it. That she could feel the scorching heat from Amy's body only served to confirm this fact. Yet Amy would not be the one to cum next. That would be Azalea. And she would cum when she wanted to, when the little pet did what little pets do.
 
She gasped loudly when she heard the harsh words and saw the look in her Goddess' eyes. Somewhere deep down she knew that this was both true and an act at the same time. She quickly lost this train of thought as she felt her grip the nipple and twist it sharply, causing her to cry out in great pain. She screamed and writhed even more, hating herself for being so easily aroused by this kind of treatment?? Why couldn't she have been like any normal girl, and just let the witch use her then kill her??

She whimpered pathetically and closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore the aching already straining her arms. STill, she knew if she didn't obey from here on she'd be in even bigger trouble. She squirmed and ground up against Azalea with her own pussy, alternately moaning and crying out softly. She could feel herself continually pushed against the edge of orgasm, but never able to make it over the edge. Meanwhile, the witch was greatly enjoying her own pleasure, sure to orgasm any time now.
 
The arousal upon Amy's face was quite evident. The spell worked its cruel tortures upon the girl, and Azalea merely watched. Her hips thrust against Amy's, grinding her sex upon the girl. There were no demands for Amy to beg or scream. No commands issued from Azalea's lips. Just the steady, rhythmic thrust of her sex upon her pet's. The witch's breath came fast, and sweat beaded upon her skin.

Amy should have orgasmed several times by now. Her body should have been a quivering wreck, a massive buildup of erotic convulsions. Instead, the spell locked that part of the girl, keeping her in this preograsmic state. The witch watched impassively.

Then, oddly enough, she bent down and lightly kissed the girl, right where a tear formed. The witch smiled at Amy. she gasped, thrusting her hips hard. her body shook, her sex spasming. Cum leaked from the witch, spraying onto the girl beneath. Yet the witch barely did more than emit a low moan. Her hips pressed hard against her pet's, and her eyes bore into the girl.

"Describe it, Amy," the witch's voice was barely above a whisper, and her eyes never flinched. "Tell me how it feels."
 
Amy hardly needed a command to start moaning and begging. She had only been at this for maybe five minutes or so, and already it felt like hours. Something about sitting right at the edge of pleasure made the mind lose all sense of time and reality. She continued to whimper softly and squirm around on the bed, wishing there was something, anything she could do to take back what she had asked for in the first place, but knowing that sooner or later she would break her spell and give her an orgasm - which would be sure to knock her right out from the power of it.

Suddenly, the moment... shifted in tone. She felt lips against her face as her Goddess kindly kissed away her tear. She blushed softly and for at least a split-second lost all attention on her desires. Her heart beat a bit faster and began to blush. But before long she was back to watching her Goddess humping her and suddenly having a wonderful orgasm. She whimpered and shook her head "I-I feel so completely, utterly jealous... But my desire drives me crazy, and provides me with a sick kind of pleasure knowing that sooner or later my next orgasm will be that much more... But it hurts"
 
the girl wanted affection. But of course she did, she was a silly girl who barely understood the way of the world. She would long for any sign of a want, an actual emotion. What irritated the witch was that she had, in fact, developed an affection for her new pet. She was certain it was the same type of affection you'd have for a favorite dog, but it still existed.

The witch lowered her lips to Amy's nipple, taking the pierced flesh between them. One soft, gentle kiss, almost featherlight. Then she moved and copied the motion on the other. she worked her way up the girl's body, lips pressing to chest, to collarbone, along the neck, across the chin, flitting over Amy's own lips, and finally working down to the girl's ear.

"It burns," said the witch. "You want to explode. You want what you saw me have, though yours is a greater want. It's a greater want than you've ever had before, and it's already bubbling in your poor mind. You want me to release the spell, let you cum so hard that you pass out from the pleasure. Yes, you realize that your next orgasm will be so very, very wonderful. It will be the most sensually intensive experience you will have had, for it will have the force of dozens of orgasms behind it. Yes, my pet, dozens. For I am going to release your hands now, and you are welcome to pleasure yourself however you choose. Know this, no matter how your hands play about your body. no matter how much you crave it. No matter if it drives you mad, you will not cum. You will not cum until I release my magics upon your form. Realize this, and one more thing," her voice dropped, a husky whisper just outside the girl's ear, "you asked for this."

The witch rolled back, muttered a good night, and curled as if to start sleeping. A wave, and Amy's bindings, save for the orgasmic one, were gone.
 
She teared up just a little, mostly out of frustration, but the witch's playful berating wasn't helping any. She blushed heavily and nodded her understanding as her limbs were released. She hardly lasted more than a few seconds, maybe fifteen, before her right hand latched onto her crotch and she began fingering herself desperately. It was as if her most primal self took over in the hopes that just maybe with enough effort she could overcome the spell, or maybe her desperation would overcome the witch and she would take a break on her.

But try as she might, it did nothing at all except keep her right on the edge of orgasm. She wriggled and kept right on trying, her eyes shut tight as a few tears fell out. She whimpered softly every few seconds, hating herself and loving this at the same time. She finally managed to pry her hands away and quickly wrapped them up in the sheets and tried to keep her mind occupied.
 
There was no sweeter sound than listening to the sexual noises of another woman. Those coos, the frustrated moans, the very sighs, it all formed a sweet musical for the listener. Add on the rhythmic, wet slapping of flesh upon flesh, and you had such a symphony to the ears. It nearly made Azalea applaud with pride.

The poor girl should have cum instantly. The barest touch would most likely set Amy into convulsions. By Azalea's calculations, the poor princess's total orgasm count should have hit the double digits by now. Surely by morning the sheer momentous lust of it all would leave the poor girl a wreck. Yet she had asked for this. Had asked to be tormented so. Part of Azalea still pitied her, but part of her also admired the girl's resolve. Perhaps she would survive the night with mind intact. If anyone could, Amy certainly could.

But for now, the witch merely let the sounds of Amy's sexual frustration lull her into a deep, dreamless sleep. Doubtless the poor little thing would be begging come the first light of morning, so the witch needed her sleep while she could.

Naturally she dreamed erotic dreams.
 
The rest of the night followed much the same pattern. Poor Amy tried to sleep, but she never lasted more than about five minutes with her hands twisted up in the sheets before she was back at her task of trying to somehow get over the hump of orgasm. For the slave princess, the night felt like a month, a year, an eternity.

But somehow, shafts of light slowly made their way into the room. The sun had risen. With it, Amy saw her salvation. Soon her Goddess would rise, looking perfect as always, and Amy could beg and plead. And if she did it just right, and showed how pathetic she was, how much she needed Azalea, her one and only, then just maybe she would give her what she desired. She was a good girl, she would be trained, she would do anything to have this for as long as she could serve. She would serve her Goddess until she was well into adulthood if that was what she wished.

When she could no longer bear the waiting, she crawled down to the end of the bed with her whole body trembling. She nuzzled her Mistress' legs apart and began gently licking her pussy. She wanted her Goddess to wake up to the greatest of alarms.
 
Had Azalea's dreams crossed into reality? That did occasionally happen, when you possessed magic to any degree. However, as Azalea opened her eyes she saw that it was not magic, at least directly, that had brought about the pleased sensation. There, nestled between the witch's legs and lapping like an eager kitten, was Amy. The princess looked as tortured as Azalea had expected, her eyes slightly off, her hair a mess. Yet instead of begging to be taken, as Azalea had expected, the princess had instead elected to pleasure her mistress.

This pleased the witch greatly. Smiling down at the girl, she spread her legs wider for better access. Her fingers ran into the girl's hair, lacing through it, drawing her nails across. "Your goddess is well pleased, Amy," purred the witch. Even used the girl's given name, an added benefit that a good pet could certainly have. The witch hissed with pleasure as she felt the eager tongue continue lapping about her folds.

"Please your mistress, pet," instructed the witch. "Let her know with your tongue just how eager you are for your release."
 
She hardly even reacted to her Goddess' commands, except showing her awareness that she was awake. After a few moments of letting her get adjusted, she began licking faster still. She wrapped her arms tightly around the woman's thighs and held on tightly as she pushed her tongue deeper in, faster still. Occasionally she would switch things up and suckle on her clit for a bit. She could hear the praise, though, and she loved it. Even if her body was dying for more touches, she also got some odd pleasure from her Mistress' kind words.
 
The sensations were pleasing. Even without the formal training that lay in her near future, Amy could still perform quite well. Furthermore, she'd been learning Azalea well. Her tongue knew just where to go to get the best reactions from her goddess. Azalea's hands wound in her hair as more pleased hisses left from between her teeth. The hips rose to meet the tongue, nearly grinding upon the girl as her arousal grew.

Yet even more impressive, still nestled in Azalea's mind, was the obedience being shown here. The tension within Amy had to be intense, intense enough that it had to actually be hurting the girl by now. While Azalea wanted a willing pet, and she wanted Amy to know where that pleasure came from, she drew the line at causing someone sexual pain. Too much of that, and you wound up with a skittish pet that wanted you to hurt her. Azalea didn't thrive on pain herself, and took no pleasure in granting it. No, her pleasure came from control.

Which she had over herself. Even as she hissed and ground, she managed a question, "Tell me, pet, does it hurt? Be honest with your goddess, if you lie, I shall know."

And if she did, then, unfortunately, Azalea would have to put off her own pleasure for a few moments. More's the pity.
 
It seemed that while the tender moment was certainly nice, Amy was actually being allowed to put herself first, if only for a moment. She leaned away from the pussy with one last tender kiss, then sat back on her knees looking thoughtful. "It... Y-Yes, I don't think I'm going absolutely insane with desire, though I certainly feel a bit lust-mad... It's not unbearable, but I know too much longer and I'm likely to actually lose it... A-Are you going to release my body??" She couldn't keep the hopeful look from her face as she realized why Azalea might be asking her. Admittedly she wasn't lying, but she was erring on the side of caution. She was sure deep down her Goddess was full of her own kind of love, but she didn't want to push her luck just yet.
 
Impressive. The girl could actually express her condition in full sentences. The last pet that Azalea possessed had been nearly a drooling mass by well. Must be the princess training, or just some kind of bearing that Amy still had. Regardless of the source, it still proved impressive to the witch, earning a nod of congratulations.

Moving forward, Azalea took the pet in her hands. She pressed her lips against the girl's, shifting their bodies so that Amy lay upon the bed beneath her. The witch placed her body carefully over Amy's. Breast pressed to breast. Leg to leg. Sex to sex. Smiling, Azalea stroked her pet's hair once more. Her lips trailed a steady course to the girl's ear. This she nibbled once, before whispering the words that Amy was almost literally dieing to hear.

"Cum for me, pet. And scream."

The magic released Amy, and Azalea braced herself for the inevitable deluge.
 
Amy was a bit shocked by the change in positioning. For a moment she was happy just to lie like this, even if she was still barred from orgasm. The hair stroking was actually pacifying her a bit, and she began to close her eyes. Suddenly she felt breath on her ear, and words whispered. The spell was released, and for a moment everything was just the same. Then, she felt it, that push over the edge she'd been waiting for all night. Everything blurred and went a bit dark as everything that had been pent up inside her finally let go and she was flung into the most powerful orgasm of her life. Never before had she felt this way. Her body shook, almost as if taken by a siezure. It lasted for almost five full minutes before she could even calm down (though Amy had lost all sense of time while it was happening to her). She could only grip onto the bedsheets and ride it out as her moans continued to rise and fall throughout, crescendoing at a scream before dropping to an almost inaudible whisper, only to rise again.
 
The release of the spell proved as marvelous to watch as Azalea had been hoping. She stared as the girl beneath her began twitching and screaming, the orgasm taking over her entire body. Everything about this orgasm was primal, from the screams to the reactions. Azalea smiled, watching it throughout the entire five minutes. Naturally she didn't leave Amy completely untouched throughout the ordeal. Her hands traced the girl's familiar curves, seeking out the tenderest of spots. Nipples were tweaked. A clit was played with. The princess was once more the toy of the witch, though this time, she certainly wouldn't be complaining, assuming she was even conscious by the time this was all over.

When it all ended, Azalea was panting as well. Her dark eyes shone with lust, and a bit of cruelty leaked into them as well. she reached down, letting her hands toy with Amy's nipple rings. Such a wonderful display to watch. Was there nothing as beautiful as a female as she came? Azalea certainly didn't think so.

"How does it feel, Amy? Tell your goddess how you feel now,' she purred, moving down to take the nipple ring between her teeth, the expert tongue beginning to play with it.
 
Amy hadn't exactly passed out, but her afterglow was as powerful as any alcohol, and she felt as though she was in some kind of daze. She looked at her with half-lidded eyes as she searched for the words. Her voice was soft, shaking a little, but filled with love and affection as she reached out for her and held her Mistress weakly. "It feels... It... It is without description. The entire night is like a blur now... I-It's like a long journey, it was hellish for hours and hours, but I finally made it and it was... beyond exhilarating..." She could feel her Goddess toying with her nipple rings and gave a pathetic little moan, indicating she could even still feel anything after all that. Part of her was regretting still, though, mostly because she knew she wasn't likely to get much rest before her day was to begin.
 
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