StarChaser: Another (18+)

 

Princess Philia’s large bedchambers was lit only by the fireplace and the several romantic candles that decorated the room. Some kind of incense was on a burner, the sweet scent of an unknown flower was light and pleasant and not in any way heady. The windows as well as the double doors to the balcony were open, allowing moonlight to add a tint of light blue to everything it touched. The cool summer breeze mixed the pleasant fragrances from the little flower garden in the balcony with the incense that if one closed their eyes they would’ve imagined they were out in the countryside strolling under the stars on a pleasant evening.

The serenade of crickets and night birds outside drew everyone in the capital city of Elion-Nosco to a pleasant sleep but in the Princess’ bedroom it was punctuated with the sounds of pleasured gasps and sighs, the sounds of sucking and slurping and muffled moans of pleasure. A breeze blew in and the scent of flowers was punctuated with the scent of sex in the air.

 

Ingrid lay on the Coupling Bed, a small round bed too small for anyone to lie down on. It was commissioned by Philia so she could ravish girls while she was standing up and they on all fours. It wasn’t uncommon for Philia to also enchant her maids with her custom-made Priapus spell. It grew a cock between their legs and unlike the version everyone knew, Philia’s magic had it work like the real thing, and not some unfeeling waste of mana. It ejaculated real semen in large amounts and it was thick, salty, and slightly bitter like the real thing. Philia was known for calling girls to her bed to be ravished two or three at a time as they shuddered on their hands and knees and struggled to accept Philia’s and maid’s throbbing artificial members to the hilt. Overall, it was the perfect tableau for group sex as Ingrid was quickly finding out.

Her arms were tied behind her back with rope, causing her to arch her back and tilt her head backwards so Philia could appreciate her giving a blowjob in the most servile way possible. Her legs were bent at the knee and tied off on to two points, one was a loop of rope on her upper thighs which then fastened her ankles to them, forcing her on a squatting or frog-like position. This was reinforced by another coil of rope in the middle of her shins and thighs to ensure her legs stayed in that position as well as a way to anchor them to a pair of D-rings on the sides of the coupling bed.

She lay on her back, her lips forming a perfect “O”, sucking obediently as Ariane half-knelt, half-squatted over her, her thick and long Priapus throbbing as she steadily pumped her hips up and down. Ingrid’s tightly closed eyelids quivered, tears slightly forming as she received her first deepthroat. 

Ingrid tasted the precum and it was salty and slightly bitter almost like the real thing. She was probably sure that Philia could have modified it to taste like sweet cream or something confectionery but it just wouldn't feel as lewd if it didn't have a bit of unpleasantness to it. That said, the bitterness was only a very tiny bit. Either by Philia's design or she dialled it down a notch because there was a whole gaggle of horny maids who wanted to stuff their sausage into her mouth.

 

The other reason Ingrid had tears in her eyes was from the maid between her legs. Gwen was a cat girl and her rough tongue expertly licking her quivering and sopping wet pussy was the best sensation ever. She should have cum by now but Philia had placed a spell on her womb tattoo which somehow prevented her from having an orgasm. Gwen was making so much noise as she ate her out as if to boast to everyone how good she was giving it to her and it showed. Ingrid was squirming, doing everything she can to keep her head still and quietly groaning in frustration.

As frustrating as it was  Ingrid couldn’t deny how hot it made the situation. Ariane was just letting loose and selfishly cumming in her mouth so many times while she had none despite receiving a lifetime’s worth of pussy licking by now. Her eyes  opened and she saw opposite her Philia sitting back on an armchair, Selphie on all fours licking her mistress to a satisfying orgasm as she watched Ingrid suffer.

The other maids stood in a row to the side. Like everyone except Ingrid who was completely naked, they wore a corset and matching thigh-high stocks with garter belt and nothing else. They all stared at Ingrid hungrily, waiting for their turn to punish her mouth when they activate their Priapus spells. 

Approaching her fifth orgasm, Ariane as usual raised her hips until only the head was between Ingrid’s O-lips. Her cock twitched and pulsated as she ejaculated a huge dollop of cum into Ingrid’s mouth. Ariane let out an extremely erotic cry of unabashed pleasure as she released a week’s worth of pent-up frustration.

“Yes, that’s it Ariane, let it all out.” Philia moaned as Selphie also brought her to a great orgasm. Both girls slumped. Philia on her armchair, pressing her pussy harder against Selphie’s mouth and Ariane sitting on Ingrid’s face, her cock fully inserted all the way to the hilt. Ingrid’s nose was now pressed between Ariane’s slit, inhaling her sweet scent and perfume. She expected it to also be soaking wet but it felt… “normal”, perhaps the Priapus had diverted all of her body’s sexual routines onto the cock and Philia’s mention earlier of the girl’s being pent up had something to do with this. 

“Gwen.” Philia commanded and the catgirl obeyed. She took her mouth off of Ingrid and using both hands she gripped Ingrid’s dangling clit jewel and began pulling and rolling her sensitive nub in various directions vigorously, causing Ingrid’s tightly bound limbs to contract futilely. Ingrid had lowered her true strength but still her ropes creaked, especially with her legs spread wide at right angles. 

With her other hand, Gwen rubbed Ingrid’s labia. The sensation was pleasurable and enough to get her to an orgasm, but it was a poor comparison to the cat girl’s rough tongue and expert lips. The orgasm inhibitor spell was disengaged and Ingrid moaned loudly against Ariane cock. There was a strain of disappointment and frustration in her voice as her body surrendered to a pathetic, ruined orgasm.

Gwen laughed as she watched the girl's genitals strain and pouted, her shuddering hips conveying the pittance it was afforded.

Ariane giggled. She disengaged her spell and climbed off the bed, leaving Ingrid gasping. Ariane bowed before Philia. “Thank you for letting me use your bitch, mistress.”

Selphie who was lightly licking the last drops of Philia’s sweet nectar threw her a sideways glance and Ariane, knowing her place, stepped back in line. She was going to have Philia’s pussy all to herself and that was the perks of being the Princess’ number one.

 

“Next, Catalina.” Philia said. Like Selphie she was an elf, with silver hair instead of gold. Her ears were shorter than Selphie’s and her eyes looking like brilliant sapphires. She briefly chanted the Priapus spell that Philia taught her. A magic circle briefly appeared from her pubis and then a large twitching cock emerged. 

Ingrid was panting as she saw the size of Catalina’s penis, it was larger than Ariane’s and the maids seeing her apprehension giggled amongst themselves. Gwen had stopped in her ministrations, wanting to make sure that Ingrid knew what was coming to her. 

“What  do you say now, Eliria?” Philia cooed. Like Gwen, Selphie too had stopped, wanting to synchronize Catalina’s pleasures with that of their mistress.

“P-please let me serve your cock, L-lady Catalina. Please use my mouth without reserve until you’re satisfied.” Ingrid stammered a bit. 

“Very well Eliria.” Catalina said as she clambered up the coupling bed. She sat up, her guided the tip towards Ingrid’s lips and pressed home, stopping so only the head was inside her mouth. Meanwhile, Selphie wrapped her lips around Philia’s ladyhood and gave one long hard lick between the labia, causing Philia to let out a pleased gasp.

Philia drank in the sight of Catalina about to plunder Ingrid’s mouth, the prospect of a bigger, longer, and thicker cock was incredibly erotic to both her and Ingrid.

“Do not be gentle with her, Catalina” Philia ordered. Ingrid’s wide eyes looked at her. “Begin.”

At once, Gwen, Catalina, and Philia got to work.

***

Outside the Princess’ bedroom, there were guards stationed. It was a concession she had to accept from her lord father otherwise Eliria wouldn’t be allowed inside. The door was unlocked but woe betide anyone who enters without permission. 

Through the door they could hear the muffled cries of Eliria. It was hard to tell if she was crying or simply feeling good, or in pain. One of the maids was doing something to her and she was feeling really good about it.

“Suck it! Suck it harder!” Catalina’s passioned voice was muffled by the door.

“Poor girl” One guard shook her head.

“Don’t pity her, she’s a vile criminal.” Her companion said.

“Yeah, she deserves whatever’s going on in there.” said another.

“If that was me, I would just jump off that balcony right now. It’s worse than being executed.”

A muffled scream from Ingrid caused them to jump.

“Whatever they’re doing there is unbelievably cruel.” remarked another guard. 

They heard Catalina’s voice full of pleasure as she groaned out an “OH YESSS!!! Swallow it! Swallow all of that down!”

“Gwen, go harder, don’t let her concentrate.” Philia ordered.

The guards winced as they heard Ingrid’s muffled voice cough and moan around something.

“Are they feeding her bugs or something?” one wondered.

“Or something worse, I don’t know…” her voice was interrupted when Ingrid let out a series of moans followed by breaking up into crying. Something was stuffed in her mouth and besides whatever it was, it tinged her voice with despair.

“I heard the princess keeps some demon worms or something.” everyone grimaced and many felt their skin crawl at the mere thought.

“Ughh.. why are you always so disgusting?” another guard admonished.

“Hey! Don’t look at  me! Just listen to that, you think that’s some magic cock that jizzes real man-slime?”

“That’s a myth, there’s no way the Princess would waste time perfecting a Priapus spell. Could you even imagine how much of a stain on her reputation that would be? Princess Philia, innovator of the magic cock?”

There were muffled giggles as the guards considered the thought.

***

Ingrid moaned as Catalina dumped another massive hot load into her mouth. The delicious frustration of being denied an orgasm while Catalna had five big satisfying nuts in her mouth was enough for her to masturbate to later. She could imagine having to dogeza in front of Philia just to do that, and she’d probably have her do it only with an audience watching.

She swallowed the load, despite the stickiness it went down easily. She wondered if they vanished once the spell was disengaged, but probably not. She’s watched hentai with Philia before and they’ve both seen a few “princess in a dungeon” videos where the heroine is forced to subsist only on cum, which then usually led to a montage of oral sex.

 

As Catalina waddled back in line, Gwen disengaged the inhibitor spell and humiliated her again with a poor, half-hearted pussy rub. Ingrid simply let herself go and let out a oxymoronic cry of frustration and relief. She and Philia knew this was all an act, a small thought in the back of her mind was a little miffed that Philia didn’t give her a funny safeword like “FLÜGGÅӘNKб€ČHIŒßØLĮÊN “

The thought made Ingrid stifle a laugh. Philia was probably thinking of it too.

“Ohhh… there it is, some of that old Eliria coming back.” Philia laughed. "Anything clever to say?"

“I’m just thinking…” Ingrid panted “Gwen’s terrible at her job. I mean I’ve swallo-”

Philia smiled, she knew what Ingrid was doing and decided to give her a break.

“Gwen, shut her up.” Philia’s voice had a tone of anger to it. Thank you royalty training, if I win the Oscars, it’s thanks to you guys. She thought.

Eagerly Gwen wrapped her lips around Ingrid’s pussy and started licking hard. Ingrid bucked and yelped. The maids watching laughed as she received an extremely intense cunnilingus that got her screaming with joy.

"Th-that's all bitch? P-pathetic! I get more p-pleaAAAAAGH!! Pleasure from a tight thOOOOOOOng th-than your stupid tounge HHHHHNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!"

 

***

The guards outside winced as they heard Ingrid scream in what could only be pain.

“Damn it…she just had to run her mouth.” one guard said.

“Well whatever, maybe that will put her out of her misery” she had more to say but Ingrid’s loud scream had everyone staring at the door. 

“Keep it up Gwen, don’t let her breathe.” Philia’s voice came through. “She’ll break soon enough.” they then heard the maids laughing as Ingrid failed to suppress another groan.

“Sounds really bad in there.” remarked one.

“Ugh, I don't even want  to look, at this point we don’t need to be here, just more maids to help clean off the blood and whatever mess is on the carpet. Yuck.”

***

Ingrid was covered in sweat, breathing heavily as Gwen looked down on her triumphantly. The maids too were looking at Ingrid smugly.

“If your Grace would permit it.” Gwen said, “I would be happy to teach this girl a lesson every night.”

Philia looked at Gwen then at Ingrid, who was mustering her acting chops. Jackpot her eyes gleamed. 

“I’m sorry!” Ingrid squeaked “I’ll never do that again! Please! Don’t…”

“Teach her every night.”

“Yes mistress.” Gwen beamed, she looked down again at Ingrid and then to her twitching pussy “I’m going to love to taste the nectar of defeat from you everyday…” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m uuuuuuungh!!! ” Ingrid moaned as Gwen started eating her out again. Philia nodded at the next girl who began casting her Priapus spell. Meanwhile, Gwen recast the orgasm inhibitor spell on Ingrid’s tattoo, causing her to wince a bit as she felt the heat travel over the symbol.

Works for me too, Ingrid thought as she focused on sucking the next penis.Her eyes wandered over to Selphie’s upturned butt and her hungry-looking pussy. She looked at Philia then to Selphie and the princess understood. 

Philia ran her hand over Philia’s head who paused.

“My lady?”

“After her, you should have a turn with Eliria too.”

The elf maid’s eyes twinkled happily, then she returned to her task.

 

Ingrid felt a hot rush of sticky cum flood her mouth. The salty, bitter taste was delicious, flavored by erotic situation she was in. The idea of being the cumdump of five sexy secretary-maids, of being their outlet for sexual frustration definitely put the “fantasy” in the fantasy world she was in. The tedium of having to pleasure all of them and the frustration of not cumming unless allowed was also perfectly painful enough.

Philia, you beautiful pervert. She thought. The thought that her little sex paradise was still on thin ice due to the risk of her being discovered as the mastermind behind her summoning did concern her. A small expression of worry clouded her face, but the maids merely interpreted this as displeasure or disgust at having to swallow so much of that gross semen.

 

***

“Every night?” one guard said in disbelief

“Goddamn, that is just brutal” another guard shook her head.”

“Stupid girl, she would've been put out her misery if she just kept her mouth shut.”

The guard’s relief came in and they did their perfunctory ceremony of switching roles. The relief guards then frowned at the noises coming from the room, but the giggling of the maids and the pleased sounds of one of them, punctuated by the groans coming from Eliria told them that everything was under control.

***

 

Meanwhile in the guest quarters of the palace, one of Minister Halthrone’s co-conspirators crept into his room. He found that only the night lamps were on, rendering most of the room dark. 

“Sir?” the co-conspirator whispered, but the room was empty. The windows were all shut, and the room looked lived in. Looking around, he saw that his belongings were still here, although some were missing. There were no documents around, not even his writing accouterments, there were gaps in his wardrobe cabinet so it looked like he had left the palace in a hurry and traveled light. Where could he have gone?

As he exited the room, he was seized upon by the guards.

“We have an informant that told us if Minister Halthorne wasn’t in his quarters that night, that means he and whoever came here this hour was part of the Red Moon.” Caram said sternly, stepping out of the shadows.

“Now, tell us where he is.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking abou-” 

That was as far as he got, one of the guards knocked him out with a blow to the back of the head.

“Take him to the dungeons, we’ll interrogate him from there, the rest of you, get to the barracks and look for that minister.”

A set of hand vises later and the man revealed all he knew, but he was merely a proxy, insulated from knowing who else was at the top. All he knew was that Halthorne was indeed involved with the cult and that he had dealt with him personally.

“What do you think, lord Caram?” his lieutenant asked him after the man had spilled his guts.

“Same story, another rich man wasting their money on the cult on a bid for more power. If we find him, we’ll interrogate him for more information.”

“What about the Red Priest, is everything well with the Princess”

“The guards who came off duty said that there’s nothing to worry about, they heard a lot of screaming and umm…  disgusting sounds.” 

Caram grabbed the man by his lapels and leaned in very close “Careful with what you say.”

“Y-yes sir of course, I’m not implying anything.” he said, and Caram released him.

“If I hear any more of this talk, heads will roll. She is the King’s daughter, not some disgusting lecher.”

 

In a patch of forest miles away, a group of hungry scavengers were eliminating the evidence. His clothing and the belongings that Ingrid took were taken to a nearby river downhill where Ingrid then encased in a sphere of energy which shredded then burn down. Hours later, a lonely traveler walked down this path. The  wind had blown most of the ashes away and it was too dark to see anything.

***

"Sorry Ingrid, but your pussy belongs to me  only." Philia said in English so nobody else understood them.

"Cheapskate!" Ingrid said but her mouth was muffled around a huge cock.

Philia now lay on the coupling bed, her huge Priapus firmly embedded inside Ingrid’s needy pussy, her labia distending to accommodate her massive girth. Her hands grabbed Ingrid’s breasts, roughly mashing and squeezing them as the girl was rocked back and forth across her entire length. She sighed in pleasure as she erupted another hot spray of passion into Ingrid’ tight tunnel, prompting a muffled cry from Ingrid.

"I've always wanted to to this." Philia said in in the local language as she fondled and squeezed Ingrid's breasts.  "Finally after staring at them all day I get my hands around these nice big tits."

The maids "mhmm'd" in assent.

 

Standing on opposite ends of the bed here Selphie were Ariane, each with a huge Priapus jutting out from their hips. Ingrid’s lips were tightly wrapped around Selphie’s shaft, sucking as hard as she could as she pulled out until only the head remained inside, making loud popping, squelching sounds from Ingrid’s lips.

On the other end, Ariane thrust her hips forward, burying her cock all the way to hilt in Ingrid’s slippery butt hole. The girl squealed and shuddered at the intrusion and squeezed harder, bringing her more pleasure. 

“Take it!” Selphie cried, shoving her entire length until Ingrid’s lips kissed her hips. Ingrid’s eyes went wide, watering as she swallowed the pulsating hot loads of creamy exhilaration. More! This is so good! Ingrid thought. The feeling of her ass getting stuffed was exactly pleasant to her but that tinge of discomfort was exactly what spiced up the experience. She really liked this “selfish” experience  where she would one-sidedly pleasure someone but at the same time, cumming in sync with multiple lovers was also sublime. 

She wondered if this was simply the effect of the incense, the magic, or just her body reacting to what it thought was the perfect mate. It was probably the last one, the desire to please one’s mate and get all that delicious DNA… although Philia told her that there was no way she was popping out any kids from a Priapus. It  was possible in theory but Philia wasn’t interested in leaving a hundred bastards fighting for succession.

Still, she was getting the best of both worlds. These girls knew what it was like to get fucked the way they wanted and were giving it to her. Selphie was timing her thrusts as if to teach her that a dick in the mouth was rewarded with a deep satisfying thrust into her pussy, and Ariane’s erratic hip work was reminding her that in all of this she was the one providing pleasure, and not the other way around. 

 

“Heh, look at her, she’s tamed now.” Ariane panted, noting that Ingrid’s hands were obediently clasped behind her back, relying solely on Philia’s boob grab and Selphie’s hands on her shoulders to support her position. 

“Yes, so much for a rebellious little bitch.”  

Philia purred as he beheld Ingrid from below her lips making those wet erotic sounds and she kept an airtight seal around Philia’s cock, and the sounds of her swallowing loudly at the massive emissions. Ingrid’s pussy was gripping her so tightly as if refusing to let her go, but needn't have to worry about that. As all of the maids took their turns on her ass, Philia hogged her most intimate hole all to herself. Selphie for her hard work and seniority was allowed to hog Ingrid’s mouth for the whole session, making it look like the other maids were taking turns to punish her.

Ariane let out an erotic cry as she released a torrent of hot cum in Ingrid’s ass. The priapus spell disengaged and she wobbled to a nearby sofa and collapsed, a big smile on her face. Gwen then stepped in next, eager to claim her turn. She saw the ring of muscle and the creamy ooze dripping from it, as well as her distended labia looking like a glazed donut and laughed, pointing it out to the other maids who came over and had a look, their scornful voices filling the air as their mistress and head maid continued to have their way with the wicked girl.

***

Outside, the guards shook their heads. Eliria’s voice was reduced to muffled groaning and mumbled words of despair. They wondered if there was going to be anything left of the Red Priest tomorrow morning and wondered that if they were going to do something as horrible as whatever it was they’re thinking… couldn’t they have just done it in a dungeon with a stone floor?

“My turn! I’m totally gonna destroy it now!” came Gwen’s muffled voice. The maids made sounds of excitement and awe at whatever torture tool Gwen brought out.

The guards shuddered as they heard Eliria let out a muffled scream.

“MMMMMPH!!! MMMMMPH!!! MMMMMMPPHHH!!!”