Blistering Sun. Sand on her lips. A man with golden hair.
When Eliana came to, that was all she could remember. Slowly she sat up and let her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. Immediately the feeling that she was someplace unfamiliar overwhelmed her. This was not the lofty tower keep of her home, nestled safely into the mountains of her fathers kingdom. Neither was it the seaside villa of her Aunt, whom she had been visiting. Beneath her there were soft silk cushions, embroidered richly with indecipherable symbols and patterns. On the wall were hung plush tapestries, their scenes illuminated by shining gold oil lamps. Her heart thudded in her chest. Where was she?
Nervously, she ran her fingers through feathery auburn locks, trying to retrace the events of the day. She had been vacationing in the independent province of Theussa, a large and important port city governed by her Aunt's husband. It was a bustling metropolis of hundreds of races and cultures, teaming with wild eyed beast children, elves, dwarves, and humans of every ethnicity- a stark contrast to her own tiny, sheltered country. Eliana had been enthralled.
However, circumstances had forced her to leave far too soon. Rumors were spreading of a mysterious threat to her safety, the city no longer a welcome place for her. It seemed laughable at first. Her father had enemies, certainly, but they were a small, relatively unimportant country. Who would want to harm his beautiful daughter? But one night, it was discovered that her evening wine had been spiked. It was only a sleeping drought, but plans were swiftly made to whisk her back home immediately. Fearing the ambush of mercenaries in swifter vessels, they chose to cross the desert. It should have been a relatively short journey, but an unseasonal sandstorm and a series of other small disasters had forced her caravan off course and deep into unknown territory. Eliana remembered being miserably hot in her thick, overly modest dress and tunic. The clothing of her country was not designed for the scorching desert.
Shakily she stood up and started to look around the room. There was a door, but a quick test of the knob proved it to be locked tight. Not surprising, really. Suddenly, the memory of her lead guard's voice rang in her head. "We should turn back," he had said, "This is the territory of the Desert King." She had heard of this person. He was an elf lord of some renown, a wild, mysterious figure, his silver drow hair yellowed by the sand to match the landscape. Some said he was cruel, others said he was kind. It was said he was wealthy beyond imagine and owned a harem of incredible size. Women from every race were in his possession and his desert palace was a den of lust and debauchery where acts of unimaginable hedonism and depravity took place. When in the city, she had listened to the stories with a mixture of horror and curiosity. They had been only stories, though, hadn't they?
Then she remembered. Outside her tent, she had heard the cries of guards. The clash of steel. A man - no it wasn't a man - an elf in desert garb leading the attack. Had she fallen? Had she fainted, overwhelmed by the heat? Or something else? Her memory was still blurry, but one thing had become clear...
The door soon opened, and many servants hurried in. The say her about and hurried her over to a small padded stool. They were a mix of human and elves, and happy and smiling and dressed in veils of varying transparency. None of their privates showed but you could see all their mid drifts. Some of them hummed as they set up about comforting her, as others began to remove her dress. The carefully eased her out of it and before she knew it their very skilled hands had her naked. Their hands were very soft, their bodies clearly very well taken care of even for what were obviously servants. They caressed her and began to lather her up with a soap. They then eased her over to a small pool, having her get in, and began to wash her body with large soft sponges. They caressed every inch of her body with both hands and sponges, stroking her and some maybe even teasing her sensitive areas, most likely giving her body a slight arousal she had never felt when bathing before.
They spoke not a single word to her, but some whispered to each other, they cleaned her and bathed her and washed her all while gently guiding her.
Soon they were done and dried her off with the fluffiest towels she could ever imagine, and then two of them started to do her hair, while other washed her body in a light oil to make her smell nice for the lord.
Another one handed her a small cup with a very nice smelling tea. She was urged to drink it and as she finished it they started to hold different colored pieces of clothing to her body, holding them up and whispering amongst themselves about how each color matched her skin.
Soon though she felt a strange warmth and a sleepiness as unconsciousness began to overtake her once more.
When the door opened, Eliana stepped backwards, startled by the entrance of the many strangely clad women. She nearly tripped over her skirts trying to avoid them. But they pressed in towards her, chattering in a mixture of languages and fussing over her, their colorful garments fluttering about her.
"A moment, please," she said as the women ushered her to a stool in the room. "I demand an explanation for this... Oh!"
A little startled cry escaped her lips as the women began to strip her of her travel clothes. They were dusty and sticky with sweat and Eliana was glad to be rid of them, but being stripped by a throng of strangers was a little unsettling. She was a princess and was used to being dressed and tended by servants, but they were modestly dressed matrons or shy, gentle maids. Being caressed and groomed by these exotic, half naked women was another matter. It felt positively vulgar. She began to object, but a woman took her by the hand and hushed her.
"Be still. All will be known in good time," said the woman in a thick accent Eliana did not recognize. "Be still."
They peeled away the many layers of clothing, revealing her smooth, pale skin underneath. The women ran their fingers over it in fascination, making the princess blush crimson. Her skin had seen much sun and darkened since her time visiting the ocean side, but it would still seem pale as porcelain compared to the tones of most of the desert people. Others examined her thick, rough clothing, shaking their heads in disapproval before tossing them aside with distaste. Deft fingers began to undo the plaits in her hair and comb out the tangles and sand, letting her long hair tumble to her waist.
When she was fully nude and before she could catch a chill, she was escorted to a wide marble room with a heated pool. They maids clutched soft cloths and began to lather her body with soap. The covered every inch of her, gently scrubbing away the grime and stink of desert travel. It felt good and Eliana began to relax a little. Perhaps things were not as bad as she had thought. Then she felt a little pinch on her breast and cried out in surprise. Giggles erupted from the throng of women. One of the women had a nipple captured between her fingers and seemed to be weighing the attached breast and nodding with approval.
"Excuse me?" Elaina said, flushed a more than a little indignant, trying to pull away.
"Please pardon," One of them said, but from the smile in her eyes Eliana didn't think she was the least bit sorry.
They were able to finish their cleaning without more objection from Eliana. The hot water felt good, but it was not like any bathing she'd had before. There was no more pinching, but the touches from the maids seemed just a little too gentle, a little too exploratory. One even slid her fingers between her nether lips, sending a strange feeling up her spine. She blushed a deep red and shuddered. The women cooed with approval at this and whispered amongst themselves.
After she was clean, the women helped her from the bath and she felt herself enveloped in a warm white towel. She wrapped herself in it tightly, shielding her naked body. Too soon it was torn away as another servant began to rub her over with warm, sweet scented oil.
"Our Lord's favorite," she informed Eliana, and gave her a sly nod.
It took a while for Eliana to fully grasp what was happening, but as the maids fussed over which outfit she should wear, it became startlingly clear. She must have been taken captive for the Desert Lord's own perverse desires. Her stomach quailed at what certain peril she must be in. This was unacceptable. She was a princess of a noble lineage. For her whole life she had kept herself in order to make a profitable marriage for her kingdom, not as an amusement for this barbarian king. Fury and fear boiled up inside of her and it was all she could do not to burst into a tantrum like a child.
"There has been a mistake..." she spoke sternly, trying to keep her voice from quavering. "I cannot be here."
She must have looked sickly as she spoke, for one handmaiden stroked her head soothingly and another brought her a tea and urged her to drink. Taking the beverage, she eyed it suspiciously. Poison seemed ridiculous though. Why go to so much trouble to care for her if they wished her ill? She drank the sweet liquid and it seemed to warm and unwind every muscle in her body all the way down to her toes. Her worries soon seemed far away. As her eyes grew heavy and sleep overtook her, the only thought she could muster was that she did not want to wear the pink dress. She had always despised pink...
When the princess awoke she would be dressed in a light purple harem outfit, a dark veil hiding her precious untouched slit, with light see through veils over her legs with a covering over her crotch as well that slid away for ease of access. Her breasts were covered with the see through veils as well, and her arms. Her wrists and ankles had light gold rings around them, and a lovely jeweled ring was upon one of her fingers. Many of the other girls had the same such ring, a blue jem in the middle that looked as if it had water inside it.
All around her women of varying amounts of clothing lay about, at least twelve girls but no more then eighteen, his full harem of personal women, at least thirty or thirty five, were never all in the room except for rare orgies he held after only the greatest of victories.
Off to the side she could see a very young neko, a light brown hair and ears and tail, teasing and toying with an elf girl. Both extremely naked. The lightest touches drove her into such strong bouts of pleasure it was hard to tell if she was just that sensitive or on something. However elves were known for the sensitivity of their skin, under the right circumstances of course.
Two girls stood out from the rest, and both were very close to the princess who had been layed out on a pillow larger then she was. An imposing neko who had a strong look of experience and status about her, clothes in dark purple top and bottoms that left little to the imagination. Next to her was a less experienced but just as highly ranked human looking girl, her hair tied back in a ponytail and she had diamond like tiger stripes all down her limbs, dark against her light creamy skin. Both looked down upon her with distaste, before looking up to the man on the thrown.
He sat in a sturdy large chair, very well fitted with the best of cushions. He wore pure white pants, and nothing else. His skin was a dark grey, his eyes a burning red and his hair was as yellow of the sand of the deserts. But instead of having a terrifying visage upon his face, he looked down at the princess with maybe not the most handsome face she had ever seen, but definitely one of the kindest. He looked at her with interest, with concern, with caring. He smiled at her as she awoke, and bowed his head to her as she looked back at him.
"Apologies my princess, but there was no other way to bring you into my presence, without your father's men interfering. They are unharmed, as is your handmaiden, but until you and I come to some form of agreement, without interference from outside sources, you will not likely see them."
The catgirl huffed. "I don't see why you are interested in such a plain human girl. I would make a much bette-"
"Enough. I will not have you give away any of my plan to our new friend until I think she is ready to know."
The catgirl huffed and looked down at the princess, glaring at her.
The striped girl shook her head. "She's right. This spoiled brat of a princess, I have heard of her. She is worthless, she can do nothing for herself. Why waste your time?"
"Because I have decided it so. Do you want to spend time in the pleasure pit? Do NOT second guess me again my loves." He said with a scary tone. He looked back upon the princess. "Eliana... From now on no harm will ever befall you as long as I am at your side. I know you do not like the situation you are in at the moment, but you will realize your life will now be even more luxurious then someone of your stature could even imagine. All I ask is that you serve me, and nothing will ever be denied you. So princess, are you willing to agree to my terms, or do you need.... Some convincing?" He said as he looked to the two girls who were clearly his most important harem girls.
For a long while, Eliana drifted in an ocean of slumber, lulled by the soothing tea. Soon she found herself blinking in warm light and she slowly sat up, looking around. Her new surroundings were lavishly decorated and much larger and more open than her previous quarters. There were golden lamps, ornately carved furniture, and colorful silken cushions piled around the abode. The sweet smell of perfumes and incense hung in the air and she thought she could hear the tinkle of water from a fountain. Eliana had been accustomed to finery in her own castle, but the items in this room must have cost a small fortune. She gaped in awe.
None of the contents of the room could compare to the magnificence of the occupants, however. At least a dozen of the most gorgeous women Eliana had ever seen were lounging about the room. The clothes, or lack thereof, shocked the princess. Many exposed their breasts and entire body's freely, their garments serving more to entice than conceal. Her face reddened but she couldn't help but admire the beautiful figures draped in jewelry and gauzy fabrics.
One pair in particular caught and held her attention. Two women, wearing nothing at all, were sprawled lewdly on a sofa, their bodies tangled together. From her seat, she could hear the soft sounds of flesh against flesh punctuated by cries of passion. One of them, an elf, seemed to be on the verge of losing her mind. Every slightest caress, every exploration of her cat girl partner elicited wild and desperate noises from the elf. Her cries continued to build to a crescendo and made Eliana feel increasingly uncomfortable and yet curiously excited. She should not be seeing this! It was obscene! And yet she found she could not look away.
"S-so indecent!"she remarked at the display.
She heard a chuckle and turned to see a caramel skinned elf smirking at her. She was covered in tattoos and holding a hookah pipe delicately in one hand. Her long black hair flowed all around her and draped across her bare breasts. She winked at Eliana and took a short draw from the pipe.
"You should speak for yourself, sweet," she said and blew out a ring of vapor. "Poor thing. Doesn't have a clue."
It was then that she noticed her own clothing. By the gods, she was practically naked! With a gasp she clutched the fine violet fabric to herself and attempted to cover her nudity. It was an exercise in futility, however, and she had to simply content herself with sitting with her arms crossed over her blushing breasts and her thighs clenched tightly together to conceal her underthings.
"Where are my clothes?" she demanded, looking around the room.
Instead of an answer she found herself confronted by two imposing females. They were as beautiful as the other women, but there was a ferocity in their eyes that made Eliana want to cringe away. They seemed...dangerous. But Eliana steeled herself. She was a princess and she could not allow herself to be intimidated by barbarians. Just as she was about to confront the woman with tiger stripes and the purple clad neko, she heard a voice from across the room.
"You..." she said, rising swiftly from her pillow to stand and face her captor.
At the mention of her servants, Eliana felt great shame. Since waking, she had not wasted a single thought on them. Her loyal guards and humble handmaid should have been her first concern. It was a great relief to know they were alive and well, especially since left to her own they would have surely been doomed. As she thought on this, she eyed the king thoughtfully. He was everything the stories had said and then some. Perhaps he was not as beautiful as elves were spoken to be, but there was a certain radiance about him that enraptured the viewer. His exposed body was lean, sculpted from many battles and the princess found herself gazing at its smooth, hard lines causing her to blush. Men tended to dress modestly in her home country. It had been seldom she saw a man shirtless. Eliana gulped and glared at him carefully. What had she expected? Perhaps a snarling, drooling tyrant with a bloody sword in his hand? Instead looked upon a gentle, smiling face. She reminded herself not to be fooled by appearances and listened quietly as he spoke.
"I will consider your apology when I am free of this place." she said with an indignant sniff. "And perhaps when I have been provided with some decent clothi-"
Eliana found herself rudely interrupted. She glared as the two women protested her presence. Frankly, Eliana agreed with them and had no desire to be here, but the way they spoke of her and looked at her made her blood boil. They seemed to think her an incompetent imbecile and she longed to prove them wrong. Their outbursts were silenced before she could reply and she turned her attention back to the king.
"Serve?"she repeated as his words sank in.
Her mind buzzed. What was he offering her? Safety? Riches? She had all that she needed. Her country wasn't the largest or the most powerful and it had encountered more than a few disasters recently, but she was far from destitute. If he had meant to court her, there were PROPER channels. That didn't seem to be his goal. What was he offering her? A sanctuary in exchange for her to become one of his...one of his...
"WHO do you think you are speaking to?" she said, anger finally overtaking her fear. Her voice was panicky and shrill and she shook as she spoke, clinging to her flimsy garments. "I am the daughter of a KING. The Princess of the Grey Mountains. How dare you sit there after KIDNAPPING me and insult me with your petty offer!"
The desert lord laughed. "Oh you are a feisty one. I love that." He said with a big grin and leaned back in his chair. "I know EXACTLY who I am speaking to little princess. I kidnapped you for a reason. We both know how valuable the mines under your father's mountain are. I want them. Perhaps the kingdom itself too." He smiled, letting that sink in for a bit. "I don't want some petty ransom, Hell I'll let them wonder what happened to you for a few months before I even send a message, and by that time you'll understand that life is better with me. I will not deny you the pleasures you seek. I will not keep you locked up in a tower. When you understand this life is quite wonderful, then you have freedom to go wherever you like in my kingdom."
The two girls eyed the princess with disgust. They knew what he would task them with if she continued to argue with him. The neko decided it was best to say something before they had to take those dreaded orders. "Look girl. You're not going to be tortured or beaten or left to starve. He's offering you a life of comfort even greater then you had before all in exchange for having sex with him once in a while. And you really think he's going to use a plain human like you every single night? He'll probably just use you once a week if even that. You're nothing more then a bargaining chip against your father's kingdom. What are you so against? Look around you fool. Do you see a single unhappy face around you?" At that moment the elf girl cried out in her last orgasm as she collapsed on the couch, panting under the catgirl who was mewing and purring in pure excitement.
The stripe girl shook her head. "You're wasting your breath. The spoiled princess will never listen to reason." She looked up to the drow lord, knowing it was inevitable what they would have to do and wanted to get it over with. "Well master? What is your decision?"
He leaned forward, looking to the princess. "That depends on her. Will you accept or will you continue to stand defiant?"
Eliana blinked at him, somewhat in shock. The lord said what he wanted and laid out his conditions in no uncertain terms. There was no banter, no false flattery. This was certainly not the first time a man had expressed a desire for her, but it was certainly the first time anyone had been so blunt about his motivations. Dozens of princes and lordlings had tried to win her favor, hiding behind gifts, flowers, extravagant compliments, and professions of undying love. The princess had never believed any of their lies, of course. Everyone knew what they wanted - access to her kingdom's hidden treasures. The desert lord seemed to have no desire to keep up any pretenses. Eliana couldn't decide if he was incredibly bold or horribly vulgar. Probably a little bit of both.
"S-So you openly admit to wishing to exploit me and my kingdom?" she stammered, still aghast. "H-how dare you!"
As he spoke of freedom and pleasures, for a moment Eliana contemplated a life here. She had not wanted to return home when they had left the city of Theussa. The idea of going back to her dreary life in the castle once she'd had a taste of the outside world had been disheartening. But how would this place be any different in the end? At least at home she might look forward to an escape through marriage, but here that option was taken from her. The Lord could make many very fine promises, but she suspected that this place would serve as only a different sort of prison.
"Its all very good for you to speak of freedom now, when you won't even let me leave."
The princess turned to his two concubines as one of them spoke. She stared at them incredulously as they tried to persuade her to their point of view. As they explained what her role would be, the princess's eyes grew wider and wider. A crimson blush rose to her cheeks at the mention of sex and she swallowed nervously. Instead of reassuring her the princess instead grew more nervous. The idea of not only bedding the man, but sharing him with many, many women was such a scandalous thought, that Eliana could barely speak for a moment. Nearby, she heard the elf's cries of ecstasy and she felt a strange thrill of her own. Curiosity, perhaps? It wasn't until the other woman called her spoiled that she was provoked to speak again.
"Reason? Spoiled?! " she said, her voice shrill and enraged. " I'M not the one holding people against their will!"
There wasn't anything she could do, really. She was smart enough to know that much. What was she but a lone defenseless girl? Her guards were imprisoned, she had no clue how to find her way home, and no one really even knew she was missing yet. Perhaps she could act shrewdly. It would be wisest to agree to his terms and play along. Meanwhile, she could be earning his trust, plotting and planning in relative comfort, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. Yes, that would be the wisest move.
"You're a fool," she blurted out.
Or she could just insult him and ruin that whole plan. Deception and intrigue had never been strong suits of hers, anyway.
"I couldn't possibly agree to such an arrangement," she continued. "No one in my kingdom will stand for it either. Keeping me here is an act of war. They will find me. Eventually. And gods help you when they do."
She crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air, hoping that last bit of bravado was convincing enough for him to reconsider.
He sighed, and shook his head, snapping his fingers before leaning back in his chair. The two girls let out a huff, and then grabbed her, their strength surprising to her they forced her down onto the pillow and removed some of her coverings. They kept her on her back with ease no matter how hard she struggled, and the cat girl leaned down to place her lips gently on Elina's. It was soft and wonderful, but there was not much passion behind it, not even when her tongue skillfully parted her lips, sliding against the princesses' tongue, her hands going to stroke her breasts, thumbs rolling over the nipples.
Many of the girls now had their full attention on the show, the new girl being broken in by the master's top harem girls, it was always a fun site.
The girl with the stripes held her legs in place, holding to the knees and squeezing her thumbs in just right to punish her for squirming. She leaned down, and pressed her mouth to the soft skin above the pussy, kissing softly, warming her up, getting her ready before she dove in.
As they did this a plain but attractive girl stepped through the shroud of the doorway. She bowed slightly, and walked in, before gasping and taking a step back from the scene of the princess being put in her place. She blushed slightly, then looked up to the desert lord. He smiled warmly, turning his bored attention freshly to her. "Ah Clara. It's good to see you." He spoke to her gently.
Clara nodded, and moved to him. "Master, if I may, perhaps I can show the princess how much I appreciate all you have done for me?"
He smiled. "I could never say no to you Clara..."
Clara nodded softly with a small smile, and knelt before him, reaching into his pants and pulling out his shaft, stroking it softly before slowly taking it in her mouth.
"Now you see Amelia, this is a girl, who came to me. Knew who I was and desired to serve me, you could learn much from Clara."
The sharp snap of his fingers echoed through the room and Eliana started at the noise. She wasn't sure what that meant and it felt ominous. Before she could ponder on it long, she felt thin, clawed fingers digging into her arms and pulling her earthward. She yelped in surprise but was too startled to struggled at first. Finding herself pinned with the two women looming above, she immediately thought the worst.
"Liars!" she cried out. "You said I wouldn't be tortured!"
As they began to dutifully strip her of what little clothes she had, the princess sputtered and cried out in protest. She blushed hotly as her soft, pink breasts were exposed to the warm air and she tried desperately to cover them.
"H-how dare yo-"
Her cry was silenced by the firm press of the cat girl's lips against hers and the forceful intrusion of her tongue. Shocked, she let out a surprised squeak and tried to squirm away but found she had no where to go. Aside from a quick peck from a garden boy when she was younger, Eliana had never been kissed - and she had never imagined it to be like this or with a woman. It was strange and embarrassing but not wholly unpleasant. She shuddered as the girl moved to her breasts and felt her nipples peaking at the attention. Her body flushed with shame and she tried once again to wriggle away, raising her arms to push against the cat girl.
"Wait...stop..." she gasped. "Y-you mustn't..."
Then her breath caught in her throat as she felt the other woman venturing dangerously close to her womanhood. No, this was too far. She could feel the Desert Lord's eyes on her and it was too indecent, too bizarre an act. Reeling back, she tried to kick at the woman, but she felt the womans fingers clench her thighs tightly and found she could not move. The striped woman seemed annoyed at her resistance, and pushed in painfully with her thumbs. The princess yelped, but stilled herself somewhat. Her breath quickened as the woman ventured southward with her kisses and a great tremor traveled up her spine as she grazed a certain spot. It would have been exciting if the princess weren't so terrified.
When the other girl ventured into the room, Eliana had hardly noticed. She had been too ashamed to look even in the direction of the only male in the room. It wasn't until she heard her name, that her eyes darted towards the girl. She was met with the sight of the girl kneeling before the king and his length, now fully exposed, disappearing into her sweet mouth. Her eyes widened and she blushed even more hotly than before, turning away as quickly as possible. Curiosity burned in her to look more, but she could not bring herself to do it.
"I will not... I cannot...serve...you" she managed to choke out, shakily. "O-order them to st-stop..."
"Stop? I do not think so." He said to her as Clara began to suck and bob and lick his cock. "I'm sure they don't wish to do so but they know it is my desire and they serve me." He brushed Clara's hair back when it fell in front of her face, moans sliding out between his cock and her lips, her face blushing as she continued to pleasure her lord. "All these girls enjoy the life here. Some took longer to adjust then others, and some, like Clara here, chose it." He said as Clara pulled back to catch her breath, panting happily as she licked the drool off her lips before going back to pleasing him.
"I was out traveling home from a raid, we had just managed to ransack a massive hoard of treasure from a nearby warlord, one who had been planning to attack a small neighboring kingdom I have had a shaky alliance with until then, and even managed to do it with minimal casualty. My men were in high spirits, bragging to the woman of the village, obviously wanting to stop for the night and enjoy some recreation. Well Clara knew who I was, despite my shroud I wore given my blood thirsty reputation. She came right up to me and asked to serve me, however I saw fit. She's pretty but very plain. She is no pearl of the ocean but I enjoy everything about her. She wishes only to make me happy and I deny her nothing. She is wonderful in so many ways. I think you can learn much from her princess. You with your unearthly beauty. Tell me, have men ever told you they would go to war for your beauty? Hmmm, I wonder." He laughed, and then let out a slow moan as Clara licked him just the right way. "Oh that's good...." He said stroking her hair.
The two girls had been slowly licking and stroking and teasing her this whole time, but as the Desert king seemed to get close, the girl with Stripes leaned in, her mouth pressing to her pussy lips, and sucking softly against the princesses' pussy, avoiding the clit on purpose as to not overload her senses. She moaned lightly against it, giving the princess a taste of pleasure as the neko gently moved her lips against hers, her tongue swirling around in her mouth as the two of them stroked and teased her body with the lightest of finger strokes.
The desert lord smiled in delight of the scene, and kept quite, curious what rebuttal the princess would have for him when the neko finally let her breath.
Frustrated, as he once again denied her plea, Eliana balled her fists up in a rage. Had she not all but begged him? Was he really going to force her to agree to his ridiculous proposal before he released her from this molestation? If she'd thought it would get her anywhere, she would have punched something.
She chanced an angry glare towards him as he spoke of his most loyal concubine. Her hazel eyes locked on the girl as she pleasured the lord and an involuntary shudder moved through her. The sight both beguiled and appalled her. The girl seemed to move with practiced ease as she rose and fell over the king's manhood. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, anyway.
"Thats a nice story. I-I'm sure she has a lovely life here," she seethed, trying to keep her voice steady. It was becoming increasingly difficult to string words together. "But this has nothing to do with me!"
How anyone could submit to living as the king's whore, she could not fathom. The princess could only conclude that it was because the girl knew no better. Perhaps life in the harem was lavish as compared to the girl Clara's most likely low and pitiable existence before. To a princess of noble upbringing, however, Eliana could see no advantage. There were...curiosities of course, intrigues of the flesh that were plaguing her now, but could she really give up her home and dignity for that?
"Hnn...you..." she groaned, trying to speak again. The words caught in her throat as the striped girl pressed against her. Something seemed to be building inside her. A restlessness that threatened to explode. "W-war? You... you wouldn't..."
Of course men had said similar things to her. The true Jewel of the Mountains, they had called her. A treasure worth dying for, some had said. They had just been pretty words, though. Only meant to flatter and persuade. The Desert Lord seemed the first prepared to follow through on such a threat. Her heart hammered in her chest and she couldn't decide if she was excited or terrified at the prospect. She studied him for a moment, as he seemed lost in a pleasurable moment and wondered briefly what sort of man was he really.
Before she could think of what to say, the neko girl was kissing her again. Her hot tongue probed her mouth, both delighting and suffocating her. The attentions of the striped girl were driving her insane with sensations she had never felt before. It made her want to scream or kick or something to release the tension that was building. She needed air. The world seemed to be spinning out of control. Unable to stand it, she jerked her face away from the cat girl, gasping for breath and trembling for reasons she did not quite understand.
"You're mad!" she finally cried out, her voice choked. "You're all mad! And...and...by the gods, what are you d-doing to me....?"
She arched her back and dug her fingers into the silky cushions beneath her. Her milky skin glistened with perspiration and she trembled with the climax that was just out of reach. A lusty groan escaped her lips, the voice of wanting something that she could not name.
((Ugh. This is a patchy mess and I may clean it up a bit more but here we go))
The Neko girl grinned as she pulled away to breath, licking her lips. The princess tasted most interesting, and despite her hate for her she was definitely wanting more now. She placed her lips against the princesses neck and started kissing and sucking and licking and it wasn't long before she had moved down her shoulder back again that she started to leave marks along the neck.
The desert lord took notice of this and grinned. "Taste good does she?" He said with a grin as Clara pulled back, piles of saliva dripping out of her mouth and along his cock. She slowly stood up before crawling up into his lap, slowly lowering herself onto his cock, a deepening moan escaping her mouth as she did so.
"Yes master..." The neko replied, grasping the side of the princesses neck as she paused and looked up at her master. "You sure know how to pick them..."
"Indeed..." He replied with a grin, and let out a pleased sound as Clara braced her hands on his shoulders and started to bounce up and down on his cock.
Meanwhile the princesses question went unanswered as the striped girl only doubled and then tripled her tongue assault on the virgin princesses' pussy. She flicked her tongue up and down quickly, unrelenting on the amount of pleasure she gave the princess.
The neko girl moved to kissing and squeezing the princesses breasts, holding her down as the two girls had their assault on her, many of the other girls coming closer for a better view of the show.
(lol was getting their personality mixed up in my head if they even have any.)
Despite the neko girl's initial disgust, Eliana couldn't help but notice her mood had changed. What was that they had said? That she tasted good? As she squirmed under the attention of the two girls, she wondered what sort of flavor she had that was so intriguing. Her own mouth was certainly full of the other girl's salty sweet taste. Surely she did not mean to actually eat her, though with each nibble the princess began to wonder. Suddenly, she yelped in surprise when the catgirl bit down, leaving a rosy red mark on her porcelain skin.
"Why you cheeky...!" she tried to lash angrily the the girl, but found her hand swiftly pinned again.
The tension was coming unbearable. Eliana didn't know what it was, but she felt she was about to explode. Each flick of the striped girls tongue on her flower struck a chord deep inside of her. It made her pulse pound and her head swim. Perhaps she had heard of such things, though she did not know what it was called. Something not meant to be discussed in proper society and instead whispered in hushed and scandalous voices.
Through her haze, she heard the gratified sound of the Desert Lord and she looked to see him and the girl copulating intensely on his throne. She could hear the wet smack of skin as she bounced against him and the purrs of satisfaction coming from the girl. The lurid site stirred something primitive inside of her and the princess arched her back as her own pleasure began to spill over.
"Please...please..." she begged, though she did not know what for.
The elf covered in tattoos had risen from her seat to come closer as well. She smiled at the site and chuckled.
"Poor thing is going to be worn out on her first day."
Eliana didn't hear. She was gasping for air and her body was convulsing of its own accord in rhythm with the striped girls wicked tongue. An electric shock seemed to rocket through her with each flick until finally...
"Oh...Oh...gods!" she cried as the climax, her first one ever, finally took her. It was terrifying and exciting all at once, shaking her to her very core. Each spasm sent a rush of pleasure through her body and hot liquid seeping from her trembling pussy. She whimpered and shook under it riding it helplessly, simultaneously frightened of what was happening to her and not wanting it to end.
All the girls watched her as she hit her orgasm, her very first orgasm, even the plain human girl had turned her attention now that she was done with her master's cock.
He just smiled, his chin on his fist. "Well well... What do you think girls, do you think she's ready for my cock?" The brown haired girl in his lap blushed, enjoying the feel of his still hard cock inside her. He had a strong appetite for women, he never seemed to be satisfied.
The neko however shook her head. "No, not if you want her to willingly submit. I suggest you have one of us, preferably not me, show her around so she can see for herself how we live."
He nodded. "A good idea."
The striped girl pulled back, licking her lips and wiping the princesses' juices from her face. "Not me. I'm done with her." She said with a slight satisfaction. She stood up and walked out, her butt wiggling very seductively but she did not look back as she left.
Clara stared for a moment before blinking and shaking the blush from her face. She looked to her master and leaned against his chest. "I will if you ask me to master, otherwise maybe Celie would be a good choice?" She said to him.
He sat there thinking for a moment. "We will see when she comes too, Celie might be a good choice, I've had her for a very long time."
As the tide of her pleasure began to ebb, Eliana could only lie panting. She gulped, trying to catch her breath, but her mouth felt dry. Through her stupor, she heard the voices of the others drifting through the air. She was much aware that they were discussing her, but she could not bring herself to contribute just yet. Her nerves were still recovering. Alarm shot through her at the mention of the Desert Lord taking her. On the one hand, her soaking wet womanhood seemed to crave something more. But he was so large. And she felt quite fragile just now.
"Hmmm..." came a murmur from behind Elaina. The tattooed elf had risen from her lounge and now stood close to the girl. There was the strong smell of sweet spices and vapor. "I agree with Miss Cat, for once, my Lord. You don't want to ruin her all in one day."
The elf tenderly ran her fingers through the princess's tangled damp locks. Eliana looked up to meet her eyes and they were smiling. It was a friendly smile, though there was a spark of mischief dancing behind them.
"That's how they break them in those two-bit whorehouses in the stinking city. And we are no such backwater institution. My lord has finer tastes than that, yes?"
Suddenly, the princess felt arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace from behind. The elf was drawing her to her and soon her head was being crushed against a pair of voluptuous, honey soft breasts. Her face blushed red at the feel of the warm skin against her face and she struggled a little as she nearly felt smothered.
"Anyway, just look at her. Your guest is still tired from her journey. Celie will take care of her, I'm sure. Aren't you tired, dear? "
With a final effort, Eliana pried herself away from the elf and took a gasp of air. Suddenly realizing she was being addressed, she stammered a little. Her poor brain still felt scrambled from the nerve shattering orgasm before.
"I...I...I...YES. Yes, I would be honored if this Celie could show me your gorgeous palace, Lord," she said turning to address him. Then, remembering she was naked, she snatched up the nearest garment to cover herself. The flimsy silk did little to preserve her modesty, but she clutched it against her body anyway. Not that it mattered after he had already seen her at her most vulnerable and intimate. Though, that was a thought she chose not to dwell on.
"And...as to your previous offer..." she continued with a nervous gulp. "I will... I will... take it under consideration. In the meantime, if it pleases you, I would be delighted to remain a guest in your home...until...until some sort of agreement can be made."
The girl had not changed her mind one bit about the Lord, but the previous events had made quite clear to her that intimidation was futile. Of course she realized she had no choice in the matter, but she was trying her hardest to maintain some kind of air of diplomacy. And dignity, actually. It was really quite adorable, if not a bit pitiful.
The desert lord returned his attention to the shanghai-ed princess. "Ah good. You have learned to be cooperative." He said to her with a genuine smile, one that should not scare her. He motioned for the one of the women standing guard at the door to go find Celie, and leaned back in his chair.
Not long after the guard returned, retaking her post at the door as a few seconds later a small and young looking girl walked in.
She had a vibrant but slightly pale purple hair, straight and going past her shoulders, and had bright light blue eyes. Her ears were covered by her hair but as she moved it was revealed she had pointed ears, however she did not look elven. She also wore more clothing then the rest of the girls although that was not saying much. She wore a knee length skirt tied at the side, a single sheet tied loosely so some skin of her legs showed. It was orange and yellow with flowers. She also wore a white top that showed no cleave with upside down triangle cut under her breasts ending a few inches above her belly.
She wore simple sandals with a slight heel, less then an inch, and stood without them about five foot and a little more. She also didn't look much older then seventeen or nineteen, but the way everyone looked at her she had to have been around much longer then the rest of them.
She smiled and had a warm friendly look about her.
She wore little jewelry, some tropical looking solid ring bracelets with little noiseless bells.
Walking over to the princess Celie kneeled down and smiled at her. "Come, let us get you washed up and into some proper clothing. Feel free to ask me anything... I would be more then glad to help you adjust to your new life." She stood up, and waited for Eliana to follow her. Her voice was melodic and calming, and seemed incredibly full of peace and serenity, as if she had no idea what war was, or misery even.
She led Eliana to the same baths, and instructed the hand maidens to bathe her gently, and fetch her some simple robes, perhaps a few different styles so Eliana could find something she would be comfortable in. After that was all finished she waited for Eliana to follow her down the hallways, showing her where everything was as they went to find something to eat.
Cooperative? Eliana bit her lip, trying to hold back the venomous words wanting to spill out. The princess had her pride, bruised as it was, but she wasn't a complete fool. The Lord, she had decided, was beyond reason or intimidation. She would have to rely on other methods if she wished to escape, which she certainly still did. "Let him think he's won," she thought to herself. Her gaze met his briefly, before she looked away again, trying to hide her embarrassment. It was very hard to ignore his entanglement with the girl on his lap, though she had watched, transfixed, only moments before. She found no particular comfort in his friendly expression. Perhaps, she felt some assurance that he planned to do no more with her at present, a fact for which she was extremely grateful. She had shamed herself enough for one day, though she guessed she should count herself fortunate to have escaped with her virginity somewhat intact.
When the one known as Celie walked in, the princess blinked in surprise. She had half expected some wizened matron to come striding in. Instead, a girl who seemed to be scarcely older than herself (and surprisingly modestly dressed) graced the doorway. Despite her slight stature, she had an heir of authority about her. Several of the women smiled and bowed their heads out of respect as she passed.
"New life?" she began to object. But she stopped herself. There was no use arguing the point now. She had, after all, agreed to stay for a time, though she hadn't really had a choice.
Obediently, the princess followed the colorfully clad woman. For a while she walked in silence, her gentle voice a stark contrast to clamor in her own mind. After a while, as the maids began to undress her for her second bath of the day, she finally spoke.
"The rest of my caravan. Do you know where they are? she inquired suddenly. While she had been told they were safe, she didn't quite believe it. They were the only allies she had in the place, as far as she knew. There were quite a few other questions tumbling around in her brain, but she decided that was the most pressing. The others, like, "What was that sensation from before and how can experience it again" might have to be postponed indefinitely.
"Yes. I know where they are." She said in return with a soft smile. She waited before the princess was in the pool and the maidens started to work before she spoke again. "Do not fret. They are well. The Desert Lord has already told them, and most of us, that when you come around to our side of things, and agree to stay, they will be given relative free roam of the kingdom. Your selected handmaidens that you brought on your trip, your favorites I hope, will be allowed to serve you as they always have. Your guards will be retrained in combat by the Desert Lord himself in order to properly protect you. A great privilege I would say." She said, and smiled at her. "For the moment they are kept in a secluded area, but are given any comfort they need, to an extent. Comfortable beds, warm food, room to move about and stretch one's legs. Mild entertainment even maybe. But they do not have total freedom. That depends on you. The longer you take to agree, the longer I'm afraid they will be kept, locked up, I suppose to say." When the maidens were done they brought the princess a change of clothes similar to that of Celie, only light blue with white swirls for a pattern.
She waited for the princess to be dressed, before moving to the doorway. "Come now, shall we find you something to eat? Surely you must be famished." She said with a sweet smile.
This new woman's words was seemed kind, and her manner gentle. At least she answered her question. More or less. The exact locations of the only people in this godsforsaken desert who might truly be on her side still eluded her. But they were here and alive, for the time being anyway. Celei spoke of entertainment and intrigue but the gentle threat beneath it was not lost. She understood, quite well, the message the Desert Lord wanted her to hear: their well being depends on you. He presented himself as being pleasant enough, but she suspected his patience had a limit. The Lord had proven himself to be as lustful and lecherous as the stories had told, he was likely as ruthless as well. Her groin was still moist from the molestation of his harem girls and she cringed at the thought of what else he might have in store for her. She was curious to be sure, but this was no place for a highborn princess. All her training and grooming and education hadn't prepared her for anything like this. There was no way she could agree to his terms, but how was she going to escape them?
"Most of my handmaidens were sent ahead of me in a separate litter," she said after a moment of musing. "The only one with me was Mathilde." The princess chuckled a little darkly at the thought of her loyal servant. That girl was prudish even by their standards. Eliana had taken evil delight in scandalizing her from time to time. The faces she would make if she had seen what happened in the harem chambers! Perhaps it would be best if she kept some of those details to herself when she saw Mathilde again.
The bath felt exquisite. Though nothing compared to the dust and grit of the desert, her own sweat and fluids had become sticky on her body and between her thighs. After the soak she felt refreshed again, if not a bit sore still. Stepping out of the tub, water droplets rolling down her supple skin, she felt her mind clearing. Thoughtfully, she selected a light, flowing dress that was soft and cool. It was sleeveless and had bright gold medallions around the low scooped neckline and long slits up the sides that revealed her slim legs when she walked. Still less clothing than she was used to, but certainly not as revealing as her previous outfit.
As she dressed, a general strategy was taking shape. Eliana had never been great at subtlety or intrigue, but perhaps with some luck, she could survive this ordeal with at least a shred of her dignity in tact. Her machinations were interrupted, however, by the suggestion of food. Before she could speak, her stomach gurgled loudly and she blushed.
"Y-yes..." she stammered, embarrassed. "I am quite famished, actually. I can't remember when last I ate..."
The dark skinned elf watched the princess retreat with half lidded eyes, a smirk playing on her face. She knew the princess would be shown the softer side of the Lord's palace and be pampered and fussed over and allowed to recover. Of course she would also discover some not so gentle truths about her imprisonment here as well. In her opinion, the Lord had gone about this the wrong way. He could be charming when he wanted to be. It was almost as if he had wanted to shock the girl. Then again, he was a rather straight-forward prince and lacked the frippery and double speak that was so common in nobility. A fact that she appreciated.
"Oh, my lord, my master," she sighed loudly as the doors closed firmly. "May I speak freely?" And without waiting for a response, continued, "That one, is going to be a lot of trouble for you. A lot of trouble, indeed. Why do bring a storm into your house?"
She took a draw from her treasured hookah and collapsed onto the pile of cushions strewn on the floor. Stretching herself out lewdly on them she turned to look up him again, smirking a little.
"Are you so bored with us, now?" she purred up at him and Clara still perched in his lap. A general murmur of a agreement came from a few other girls, as well as a few chuckles. Nisse, the elf now lounging before the lord, had always been one to brazenly speak her mind. She was now speaking for many of them. It was the King's prerogative to add women to his collection as he chose, but it did seem he had chosen strangely this time. "I supposed you have always liked a challenge though..." she concluded with a knowing smile.
"I'm sure the desert lord will find your other handmaidens soon, or has already. If not then he will fetch them for you later, do not fret you will see them again." She said simply and innocently, and continued to lead the princess through the halls.
She led her to a room where various men and women dressed in various amounts of clothing, but all covering their important parts. She walked back to a counter of sorts and softly beckoned one of the cooks over as she turned back to Eliana. "What would you like to eat my dear?"
The desert lord laughed at the questions of his harem. "Have you all forgotten?" He said with amusement in his voice. "She is not simply another rescue, or a prized trophy, or a mountain to conquer. She is a possible key into her father's kingdom. They are an immensely prosperous kingdom with a vast jewel mine inside their kingdom. Wealth beyond the dreams of many. I want that mine. I want that kingdom. I need to expand. Aren't you all tired of living underground? Of never seeing the sun. I know I sound greedy but I desire more for my people. That girl may be the key to a greater life for us all."
He gently slid Clara off his lap, kissing her on the forehead and moved about his girls. "There is more to life then just sex and food. More to life then just staying in shelter. You girls have a very easy life, but very few of you have tasted adventure as I have."
He stopped near the dark skinned elf who questioned him, and stroked his fingers under her chin, looking her in the eye, daring her, taunting her. "You have though have you not?"
As she lay before him his hands moved slowly over her body. "You are one of my experienced girls... aren't you..." His hands slowly got firmer on her, and soon she found herself being guided up, and soon she found herself facing a wall, his hands caressing her sensitive areas as he knew them very well. He leaned in close, his hot breath on her neck as his hands gripped her shoulders, and she would know what was coming.
"I think your inquisitive mind has stoked my hunger...." He said haughtily. "I am still hungry... Even after Clara... Not getting to play with my new prize has left me.... Insatiable..." And with the word she felt his powerful cock find it's way into her pussy, his dark grey shaft plunging in, his hands slid down her arms and grasped her waist, pushing her against the wall as he slammed into her. "You always bring out my rough side, don't you?" He said, slamming into her as the other girls watched, some shocked, some a little scared, and some very intrigued. "I think I will take my frustrations out on you... I know you can handle them...." (still don't have a name for her!)(the dark skinned elf, chocolate brown I assume? is the tattooed one yes? >:3)
(oh I realized something. There was no door, just a curtain of some sort. or like beads. it's a cavernous harem. )
"Yes, I just hope they made it through the desert safely is all..."
"I will see them again," Eliana said to herself. "In my own home, safe behind the gates of my father's keep." She thought it best not to voice this, however, and remained silent a moment.
It was ironic. When she had left Theussa, she had dreaded returning home. Her father had been loathe to let her leave his watchful gaze that first time, she could scarcely hope he would let her leave again. Now, however, all should could think about was finding a way back there. Highhold Keep was a cold and forbidding fortress, carved right into the jagged rock of the mountain, but it was the only home she had every known. The thought of never returning made her heart ache.
"Ah...yes...what to eat," she said, suddenly, ripping herself from her thoughts. "I think I'd like to start with a glass of wine. Dry red, perhaps? Nothing too sweet. I need something to sooth my nerves..."
She wondered what sort of food the desert lord kept in his larder. Even though it bordered desert, the port of Theussa had always had an exotic variety of cuisines and dishes. Out here (wherever here was, exactly) in what surely must be the barren desert, food would be a bit more difficult to come by. Still, he was a king, surely he must eat as luxuriously as the nobles back home?
"After that, I suppose some cheeses and bread would be good. A selection of summer fruits would complement that nicely, I think. Oranges are my favorite. A meat pie or some roasted quail, whichever you have on hand. Some fruit tarts or lemon cakes would be nice. Spiced apple tarts are best, though."
Of course she had no intention of eating all of that. Just a taste here and there. She was accustomed to being given far more to eat than she could possibly put away. At any rate, she was being held here against her will, she might as well enjoy herself.
"Indeed, I have my Lord."
Nisse smirked as he stoked her chin. She had seen much of the world above. The tattoos that decorated her body in swirling patterns of flowers and designs and elvish script all held a story. Many of them covered scars and slave brands, ghosts of her previous life. It had been a cruel existence for her above ground. She worried about her Lord's ambitions up there.
"You tease me, my lord," she cooed as she felt his hands sliding over her satin skin. "As if you've forgotten all of my... experience."
As he guided her to her feed, she met his gaze and tossed her head coyly. Her long black hair sliding to the side, revealing her voluptuous breasts. She still remembered the day he bought her from the disgusting, diseased brothel where she had been enslaved. How he bargained for her with his gold... and knife. Elvish slaves were hard to come by, he must have had to break a few fingers to get her former master to give her up. She had been petulant and cruel to him at first. Her time at the hands of evil men had made her bitter. But, with time, and patience, he had won her over and she now held genuine affection for her Lord. She owed him a great debt. He allowed her much freedom and indulged her two great passions: the hookah and women. She was more than happy to sate his passions in return.
"So sorry to have made you ravenous," she said, not sounding apologetic at all. "I just can't help myself~"
One of the massive support pillars of the cavernous harem stood before her. She felt the Lord press up behind her and she braced herself against the cool stone. The heat of his lust bore down on her as he pressed close to her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, excited. Her loins were wet with anticipation. Before she could speak again, she felt him press close to her and thrust his manhood inside of her. He ripped into her so deeply and swiftly, that it stung. It was exquisite. She cried out in both pain and pleasure.
"Yes, my Lord," Nisse moaned. "I can take it. Give me your rage. Your frustration! Ah!"
As his thrusts became more forceful and intense, she could feel his rage in the grip on her hips and the panting of his breath. This was why she had approached him to begin with. He needed this. He needed her. It had been a while since he had taken her, preferring his favorites to her flesh. But now he needed her strength and her sex. Her body responded joyfully. The slap of wet skin echoed through the chamber, punctuated by her moans of pleasure.
Celie gave a small but warm smile, slightly amused by the princesses' requests. Not in a cruel way but as one who is about to feed a small child, a small child who is listing off many strange things that one would have a very hard time finding. "I do not know princess." She said softly. "We do not have a lot of fancy things on the ready to eat. Mostly fruits and vegetables freshly picked from the garden in the morning, meats prepared in ways to make them last a long time, and simple breads freshly baked that last all week if need be. Anything fancy like you request would have to be made on the spot, and I do not think the king has allowed you to make any requests as such just yet."
They arrived at the dinner hall where a few guardsmen, harem girls, and villagers were having a mid day meal. "However I am sure there is something you will enjoy none the less. Please, find a seat and I will see if we have any dry red wine." She said, teasing her slightly about the wine, but in a best friend sort of way. She gave her a small wink and a lopsided smirk, and hurried off into the back of the kitchen, letting the princess find her own place to sit.
The middle of the room had padded benches along simple long stone tables, on either side of that there were the same tables but with chairs, and along the wall was a variety of round tables, chairs, booths, short tables with pillows, and the like to give people more choices to sit in the massive eating area. The kitchen face the opposite wall of the multiple doorwated entry way, with many open arches for people to walk in through, where the kitchen had swinging wooden doors and a limited number of entrances.
There were tables set up with buffets for fruit and bread and the like along the wall into the kitchen, where a few people could be seen cooking up some simple meals through a window. People took freely from the tables but if they had a request they seemed to have to pay and wait in a line. It was a system ran very smoothly by a few pretty girls, dressed in various amounts of clothes.
He leaned over her, his lips pressing softly to her neck before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark along the middle of her neck, and then he nipped her playfully with his almost sharp teeth right below it. He buried his cock deep into her, holding himself inside of her as his hand came across her left cheek hard, smacking her before he pressed his right thumb into her ass, gripping her waist with his left hand as he shifted his cock slightly in and out of her, only pulling it out an inch or two as he left the thick shaft mostly inside of her. "You will take all of my frustrations. So that the princess does not have to bear the weight of them." He said, and then started to pull out again as he twisted his thumb in her ass, and started to slam her harder, simply getting off on the hardness of the impact, the wet sound of skin smacking filling the room and falling down the halls so that anyone passed by knew what was happening, until finally, with one final thrust forward and a push of his thumb he came into her pussy. He yanked his thumb out clean, and grasped her waist as he held her in place, letting his hot load fill her until he was done.
He slowly pulled out, his hands sliding up to her shoulders, and she knew he was not nearly done before he gripped hard, spinning her around by her shoulders and forced her down to her knees facing him, his wet cock pressing against her cheek. "Show me your obedience Nisse. Show me how grateful you are for what I have done for you. Show me how much you want to see your Lord and King delighted." He said, holding firm to her shoulders as he waited for her to do so, as he was not even half finished with her.
"Well, you asked what I wanted. I was merely responding to your inquiry," she sniffed in disdain and folded her arms in front of her. "If you cannot oblige me, a guest of the Lord, then I suppose I will eat whatever is available. Some gruel, perhaps?"
Her tone was bitter, even though she had not truly expected all of the items she requested to be available. As they entered the dining hall, she looked around puzzled. It was very different from the hall she had at home. There was no long table for the king to sit or attendants bustling about with trays to waiting guests. Everyone mostly served themselves and it all seemed very informal. Eliana wasn't quite sure how to conduct herself in this strange environment.
"Yes...the wine..." she muttered as she seated herself. She didn't particularly notice the woman's teasing as she looked about the room.
As Celie hurried away to fetch the wine, Elaina contemplated her escort. So far, she had treated the princess with at least a margin of respect, if not a bit condescension. Might she sympathize with her plight and lend her aid? She seemed to be her age or younger, but her knowledge and familiarity with the place seemed to indicate she had been here a very long time. Then there were her ears. If she had elvish or faye blood in her, who knew how old she was. Nothing she had said so far indicated anything but loyalty to the Lord, however. As kind as she seemed, Eliana reminded herself not to get too comfortable. She still planned to escape this place.
Nisse moaned as he suckled her neck, his new mark temporarily joining her other designs. As his hand connected with her cheek, she let out a sharp cry. Several of the other more genteel members of the harem let out gasps of shock. But even more surprising, was the dry, lusty laughter that tumbled from the elf maid's throat.
"Yessss...." she hissed, dragging her nails on the wall in front of her as he slid is thumb in her luscious rump. "More... I can take it. That little dove can't...not yet. Give me more..."
Her insides twitched excitedly as he continued to pound her wet flesh, her pleasure building with each invasion into her channel. Finally it became unbearable and she came around his thrusting cock, just as he exploded inside of her. She shook uncontrollably, pinned between the wall and his hard body. A moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as she sank to her knees at the insistence of his arms.
"I will show you such delights, my Lord..." she said, smiling at the sight of his new erection.
Her full lips parted and she leaned forward to take him in. Her tongue darted out for a quick lick of his head, tasting both her juices and his mingled pleasantly, before taking the whole bulb into her mouth. She kneaded it teasingly with her tongue and then opened her mouth to take more in. Slowly she slid down his length, taking more in each time. He was of considerable size, after all, it would take a moment to take him all into her throat. There were only a few girls in the harem who could even take all of him that way. With each bob of her head, she took him deeper and deeper, opening her throat to let him in.
((Week has been shit. I'm exhausted. Sorry I didn't post sooner.))
Her snarky words had been ignored, and it was not long before Celie brought back the wine she so desired. "I hope it is to your liking princess." She said in an honest tone, and poured her a chalice of wine for her to drink from, an oddly shaped stand with colored glass, it was uniquely made, just like all the others. "Is there anything specific you would like to eat with your wine? Perhaps the cooks would indulge your hunger if your request is not too outlandish, a small meal should not be too large a request I would think." Celie stood near her waiting patiently, smiling innocently as she watched the princess taste the wine. It would be a fine vintage, possibly better then anything she was accustomed to as not many drank wine down here.
(a little short but not much to be said. Once she eats we can move on to something more fun. )
He his hand moved through her hair, resting on her head and allowed to her to do all the work she desired for her lord. He made sounds of pleasant delight, watching her as she slowly took his length in. He was large for an elf, a man even, one reason he managed to hold the interest of many of his harem girls. However was not a barbarian. He knew how to use his cock, and he knew how to use his hands as well, size means nothing if you think it's all you need. His hands caressed her head as she took his length in, sucking and licking, and he moaned in approval.
"Oh yes... This is why I keep you around..." He said, and pushed her hair back as it fell to her face. "I shall let you continue for a few minutes, before the need to pound into you rises again."