The Princess Transformed - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The Princess

The Princess Daphnia, formerly of Erecia, stretched and yawned, coming slowly to wakefulness. Whatever the faults of the resistance, at least they had managed to procure a comfortable bed for her to sleep in. Though she had become used to roughing it on the trip to Asdale, nevertheless she much preferred a soft mattress to the forest floor. The only thing she had to get used to was lying on her back. In her former life, she had enjoyed sleeping face down, but with her new prodigious and sensitive endowments, it was an impossibility.

Daphnia slid out of bed, washed herself in a nearby water basin, and threw on a simple cotton dress lying on a chair. Like most clothes, she saw it barely fit her. Garments were simply not designed for the proportions of an elfslut. At least this way she was halfway decently clothed and would not accidentally arouse anyone she happened to pass by... at least, not that much.

Wearing the dress did remind her of her former travelling companion though, the boy named Tivin. She sighed a little as she remembered his gentle ways and touch, and how despite his seeming docility, he could be quite the beast in bed. She wondered how he was doing. She had been so caught in the rush of events since she arrived at Asdale he hadn't crossed her mind until now. She would have to remember to ask the resistance about him.

Opening the door to her room, Daphnia made her way to the mess hall where a simple repast of bread and cheese awaited her. She ate quietly, observing the bustle of activity around her.

Preparations were finally being made for the assault on the castle. Arrows were being fletched, supplies readied, and she could hear the distant clangor of forging armor. She had never managed or defended against a siege in her time as the princess of Erecia - that was Perthias's expertise. But she knew enough about warfare to know that they were in for a tough battle.

Neither her brother nor mother were anywhere to be found. She supposed that they had been tasked with different duties by the hooded figures. No matter. They each had their part to play, and she was determined to play hers well.

If what Tyzhe had said during the war council was true, she would be the main participant in a ritual of some sort of which she was curious. She already knew that the resistance boasted powerful spellcasters, but ritual spells were a whole other field of magic that she knew little about. If it was a chance to restore her missing powers, or strike a blow at the usurper, then it was something that she had the utmost interest in.

She finished her breakfast, licked her lips daintily and walked into the main hall where another war council was being held. Instead of her brother and mother being present, there were not one, but three hooded figures waiting for her.

"Princess Daphnia. We have been expecting you."

Of course they had. Nothing could get through their all-seeing gaze, or so it seemed.

She met their gazes with a curt nod. Her earlier suspicions had been confirmed. Tthere wasn't just one hooded figure in the resistance. Such a large and concerted effort had to have more than one overseer, and it seemed she was right.

The one to her immediate right was not Tyzhe. He had a deeper voice, and spoke first. "It seems that the spell that Rampillion has worked on you is more complex than we had thought. It is tied to your physical form, but it also affects your astral energies to some degree. We are pressed for time, and as such will not explain at length what we have discovered. But in short, all your magical powers are intact, you are just not able to use them."

Daphnia rolled her eyes at the figure's summation. "What exactly is the point then? This is the same as not having them in the first place!"

The figure held up a bony finger. "Patience, your Highness. I am not quite done."

Daphnia gestured for him to continue.

"Do remember that you were able to see the sigils we left for you that guided you out of the castle dungeons and to here. That means that you are still attuned to the mana flow. That can work to our advantage."

Daphnia cut in once again. "Spare me the mysteries. Where does this leave us? Are you able to reverse the spell? Or allow me to use my magic?"

The figures paused at her questions, and Daphnia got the distinct impression that they were not unwilling, but rather unable to answer. You never could tell with them with the hoods, which was probably precisely why they wore them.

The figure to the left responded this time. "As you say, your Highness, we shall get to the point. We are afraid that the main spell is tied to Rampillion himself. It is impossible to reverse unless he does so, or dies."

Daphnia nodded grimly at this news. She was half-expecting it, but to hear it delivered so lightly was still somewhat of a blow. It was not exactly uncommon practice among mages to link their life-force to any permanent spells they had cast as an extra safeguard against tampering. Whatever Rampillion was, he was no amateur spellcaster, nor did it not seem like he was one to take chances.

"We have, however, come up with a plan. The ritual that we spoke of earlier is simple enough. You still possess the ability to perceive, amplify, and act as a conduit for magical energy. If we are able to generate enough, you will aid us in redirecting it to our mages when the assault takes place. They will be able to draw on a vast reserve of mana, far more than what a single mage, no matter how mighty, will be able to store."

So that was it. She was to be a mana battery of sorts. She had heard of similar magics before. While they were not her specialty, the principle was simple enough. Mana was generated from a source, sent towards a conduit and amplification source - in this case it would be her - and then redirected towards those who would use the magical energy to cast spells. Why they needed a ritual was now clear. More than one mage would be needed to handle the amount of energy that they were discussing.

Wait... energy generation? Channeling? How were they exactly planning to do these things? Once again the figures had left out key details. Daphnia was no fool or apprentice mage herself, and she had derived the answer from what had been discussed so far. Half of her dreaded the answer, as well as anticipated it. Nevertheless, she felt she had to ask. "How do you plan to generate this energy? And channel it?"

This time it was Tyzhe who replied with a clear note of sarcasm. "Come now, Princess. Do we have to spell it out for you?"

She gave each of them a sharp stare, but in the end sighed slightly and raised her hands up in defeat. "No, you do not. I guessed your intent when you told me that the spell was tied to my physical form. There are few other ways to generate so much energy on short notice. I am to be the central participant in an orgy, which will allow me to use the men's vigor, vitality and seed to empower your mages when we attack the castle. Am I correct?"

Daphnia detected more than a hint of a smile in Tyzhe's reply. "You are completely right, your Highness. We will supply you with the incantations you will need to repeat during the ritual so that your body can channel the magic more effectively. We will leave the rest up to you."

She pursed her lips in irritation, but reined in her anger and decided against a sharp retort. The assault would start soon, and it would do no good for her to be arguing against her erstwhile allies, no matter how rude they seemed to be. Her time as an elfslut had taught her the value of pragmatism, and this was not the time to raise objections to what was a pre-eminently rational course of action.

It wasn't all that bad, she reasoned. She would finally have a chance to strike back against the hated usurper. She would be aiding the troops in their attack on the castle. It would be a chance to do something besides sit around in the resistance base all day. She had always preferred taking action to waiting for it to come to her.

And besides,  she did so love getting fucked.

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The ritual itself would take place on a large stone pedestal, easily the size of three of the beds on which she had spent the night on. Daphnia eyed it critically and ruefully. She much preferred to couple on beds, but she guessed that it would be hard to imbue the line with the necessary runes for the ritual to succeed. Stone it would have to be. Not that she would mind once she got a cock, or two, or three in her. Besides which, her body had enough padding to make stone not seem that uncomfortable, especially when she got into the swing of things.

But first things first. She spent a few minutes in meditation, clearing her mind of all thoughts besides that of the task ahead. It was an altogether different experience from when she had tried, and failed, to concentrate in the dungeons beneath the castle when she had first been transformed. There she was trying to achieve a sense of peace and dispassion which had met in complete and utter failure. Here she was thinking of nothing except fucking, and it was working.

She gasped and sighed in heated need as lust rose in her loins like a fountain. She had never dared to give full rein to her desires, except maybe once, on the raping bench, but then she had shackles of steel to restrain her. This time the only bindings were those that would be in her mind. For the ritual to succeed, she would have to control her desire, bring it to heel, as well as exult in it - a fine balance to be sure. All that while maintaining the mental focus needed to chant the incantations mentally and for the spell to work its way through her.

She was doubtful of their chances, but this was no time for uncertainty. They would have only one chance, and they would have to make it count. The element of surprise was with that Rampillion did not seem to know there was a resistance. Perhaps her allies have even more tricks up their sleeves.

Even through her lust-filled trance, Daphnia had to chuckle a bit at the situation she found herself in. Fucking to regain her kingdom. Who would have thought?

Her mental preparations complete, the princess stood, going through a series of limbering exercises. She had to prepare the body and not just the mind. Once she was done stretching she was not surprised to see fluid already beginning to seep from between her legs. Gods, she was so horny, but at least she would not have to wait long.

The doors to the ritual chamber swung open, and men began to stream in. She estimated that there were at least fifty of them. Good. She would need at least that many to satisfy her, to say nothing of the demands of the ritual. The combined magical energy would be used to shatter Rampillion's shields, so it would be better to have more rather than less. As for the men themselves, they were a motley bunch - slaves, slavers, soldiers and assorted castle staff. Some were thin, some thick, some tall, some short. They came in all shapes and sizes. But Daphnia had never been one to discriminate as either a princess or an elfslut. She didn't quite care who or what they were. It was enough to know that they all had cocks and knew how to use them.

She felt the last lingering vestiges of her old self fight a losing battle within her subconscious. Was she really contemplating coupling with an entire horde of men, none of whom she even knew? She knew the answer before she even asked the question - yes. The only regret was that there were no women in attendance. She loved cock, but she missed pussy as well. She supposed that the ritual needed more male energy than female. Sex magic was not her specialty, and the rising tide of lust within her was eroding what rationality she still possessed. Daphnia licked her lips absently. She was going to enjoy this.

As she surveyed her partners, she saw most of them already beginning to get erect. It seemed they all knew what they were here for, and most of them sported huge grins on their faces. She would have been mildly annoyed at their presumption if she hadn't been aroused by their hardening shafts. Those were varied as the men themselves - some long, some short, some curved, some straight. It didn't really matter to her as long as they were going to plunge themselves into her naked body and ravish her until she cried for mercy.

But first things first. It wasn't just an orgy they were planning. There was the strategic aspect of it as well. Daphnia concentrated and felt the mana flow around her, twisting and writhing like a living beast. The runes on the pedestal began to glow a deep blue, and she let her consciousness link to the sigils, establishing a bond that would enable them to store the vast amount of energy that would be generated. The transformed princess took a deep breath, then another. Yes, it was there. Her powers had been shorn from her, but enough remained so that she could still manifest a connection to the astral plane. With every breath she felt the swell and surge of mana pulse within her, growing stronger and fuller. She knew that when the time came that she would be able to control it, manipulate it, and bend it to her will. Now it was time to fuck.

She walked over to the stone pedestal, swaying her hips and casting come-hither glances at her soon-to-be lovers. This all reminded her of her first days as an elfslut, when she had meditated futilely and then been taken to the raping bench. But this was different. This time she was in complete and total control of herself, choosing to fuck instead of be fucked. And the end result of this would be that she would hopefully have her revenge on the person that had gotten her into this situation in the first place. She would have been in stitches at the irony if she hadn't been so horny.

Daphnia leapt up and arranged herself on the dais, spreading her legs in a gesture of complete wanton abandon. Amazingly enough, none of the men had even started forward. She supposed that the resistance had warned all of them against starting the ritual prematurely. Nice of them. She closed her eyes, testing the mana once more. Yes, it was there, waiting for her. Time to begin her work in earnest.

She spread her legs even wider. smiled and gestured to the nearest. She shot him a lascivious look, wetting her lips. He climbed atop the dias and knelt between her legs. He quickly thrust into her with all the fury and frenzy of a man possessed. He must have been seriously pent-up, because he exploded within her in scant seconds. She was a little disappointed at his lack of staying power, but wasn't too upset. After all, there were plenty more where he came from.

The second man proved to have a little more endurance. He managed at least several strokes into her slick tunnel before he, too, erupted. The third was much the same as the first - a quick shot. But the fourth unknown man was more to her liking. He added a little twist to his hips as he bottomed out from each thrust, so that his shaft brushed against her clitoris just so. She cooed her appreciation into his ear as he too spent himself into her.

By now her elfslut body produced copious lubrication. Her slit was overwhelming wet with her own juices and her labia frosted with white ejaculate from the prior four attendants. So, it was easy for her seventh, or ninth - she was losing count - lover to slip his hard shaft into her and begin pumping. With each thrust the combined juices and cream squeezed out of her well-fucked pussy with squelching noises and the hard slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the chamber.

Then the men began to get creative. She was basking in the afterglow of another orgasm when she gasped at the sensation of a tongue assaulting her privates. Daphnia had rarely been eaten out before. Men seemed to prefer using their cocks rather than their mouths. But in her travels, she had learnt to appreciate the pleasure that could only be found at the end of an agile tongue. She bucked and writhed and squirmed as two other mouths fastened themselves to her hard nipples. It appeared that the men were given as good as they were getting. The princess shuddered in orgasm as the men played her body like an instrument.

Amidst all this fucking, Daphnia retained the presence of mind to continue her spellcasting. The mana wove around and through her, each orgasm only serving to fuel its steady growth. If she was less preoccupied and horny, Daphnia would have been amazed at the beauty of the swirling colors around her. Rampillion had stripped away her powers, but not her gift of astral sight, and even as the orgy continued, Daphnia was awestruck at the brilliant crimson, emerald green, and lambent cyan shades around her.

But she needed more. More mana, as well as more fucking. They would need more magical energy to shatter the usurper's shields, and she would need much, much more attention before she was satisfied. So as her latest orgasm came to an end, Daphnia took it onto herself to give her audience a show. Gently pushing aside the hungry mouths lapping at her body, she stood on the now-slick dais with a wicked smile on her face. The transformed princess realized that more than enjoying being horny, she also enjoyed showing herself off. What was the point of having such an oversexed body if she didn't use it?

She gave herself to the moment, tossing her head of golden hair and spreading her thighs. She used both hands to pry open her labia and show the collected cum dribble from her open pussy, making the insides of her thighs slick and glistening. She swayed saucily from side to side in a mock dance - different from the courtly dances she learnt as a princess. Then she spun around and rubbed her wet hands over her generous ass cheeks. When all eyes were firmly locked on her, she hefted each giant breast to her lips and sucked on each erect nipple in turn, taking care to meet the gaze of each man who gazed in lust.

Then she began fingering herself, teasing her most private of places with two golden fingers. She palmed her breasts with one hand and finger fucking herself, closing her eyes and gasping at the sensations flooding through her. Daphnia had also learned that some men were almost as turned on by her moans and cries as much as they were by her massive breasts and leaking pussy. So she made sure to let her voice ring out clearly throughout the confines of the chamber.

Finally, she knelt and then rolling over the cold stone pedestal. It was as cold as the men's cocks were hot, and Daphnia found the contrast sending shivers of delight down her spine. But she wasn't yet done, far from it. She ran her hands down each inch of her magically voluptuous body, caressing each curve with more care than her previous lovers had.

The best was yet to come though, and as the nearest man started forward, she shook her head and wagged her finger gesturing for  him to wait. Daphnia smiled at the parade of erect cocks in front of her - some of them so hard that dribbled precum from their tips. She waved her rounded ass in their direction, and then proceeded to roll over. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, giving her rapt audience a view of her wet, gaping pussy.

It was too much for the men to take. One of the slaves climbed atop the dias and with a roar impaled her with a single deep thrust. Daphnia had barely enough time to gasp when another climbed atop the pedestal and pushed his erect cock into her open mouth. They bucked and heaved together for a time, and then both men orgasmed in turn, depositing their hot seed into each orifice.

In the frenzy of activity that followed, Daphnia almost regretted turning on the men so much. They were relentless! All pretense of foreplay was gone at that point. Now the orgy was only hard thrusting of penis after penis into her willing holes. After each participant spurted into her eager mouth or pussy, another would take his place almost immediately. Other men had climbed atop the dias and couldn't wait to penetrate her, so they stroked their cocks and aimed them at her breasts and belly. Within minutes, every inch of her curvy body was covered with cum. But this didn't seem to deter her lovers in the least. In fact, it almost made them more eager. And so their heaving bodies continued to buck against each other, and Daphnia licked and sucked and fucked with furious abandon.

All through the orgy Daphnia struggled. It was no small feat to cast spells and focus energy with a cock in your mouth, let alone your pussy. But somehow the princess managed. All her years of arcane study came to the fore, and her sharp senses and iron determination held her in good stead even as her body wanted one thing and her mind focused on another. The mana twisted and writhed in her mental grasp, but her will brought it to heel again and again.

Still, it was a battle that she was hard-pressed to win. There were so many other things competing for her attention - the soft touch of wet tongue on her oh-so-sensitive skin, rough hands fondling and massaging her colossal breasts, the hard thrusting of cocks into her moist tunnel, and that magical moment when hot spunk spurted into her nether depths. Daphnia's concentration began to waver as climax after climax eroded her control. It just felt so good. She wanted to let go, to let the pleasure consume her.

But she couldn't. She had a job to do, a fight to win, and a kingdom to reclaim. It would be so easy to abandon herself to the flow of pleasure, of rigid cock and weeping pussy. But she was a princess of Erecia, and she would be damned if she would accept anything less than victory. And so even through the sensation of obdily pleasure, she reached out with her mind to weave the mana into the shape that she needed it to be. The orgy had reached a point in which now it was not a question of raw power. Enough cum had been spilled inside her that she had more than enough force to draw upon. Now finesse would be needed to send it to the waiting mages.

It was easier said than done, though. A particularly violent thrust threatened to disrupt her concentration once more, and the heady taste of cum spilling onto her waiting tongue caused her to almost swoon. It tasted almost as good as it felt. But she had to retain control. She swallowed as fast as she could, and then clenched down on her pussy muscles, feeling the hard shaft within her twitch and deposit its load deep inside. There - that was two distractions taken care of. But even as each cock spent itself and retreated, another would take its place. Through the haze of pleasure that suffused her, Daphnia feared that her elfslut nature would get the better of her and she would abandon herself to the pleasures.

Wait. Maybe that was it. A flicker of insight emerged from the depths of her lust-addled senses. She was going about this in entirely the wrong way. She shouldn't fight it. She should use it. But how? An idea began to form in Daphnia's mind as she continued her carnal activities. She let the mana flow through her as freely as the men's spunk. Don't fight it... give in. Channel it, harness it.

She relaxed into the frenzied thrusting of her partners, letting each hot load of cum act as a catalyst for the magical forces rushing through her body. She bucked and twisted and writhed, her mouth and pussy practically devouring each invading member. It built slowly within her, riding a wave of pure physical force and mana both - the most powerful orgasm she would ever experience. She let it sit within her as she continued fucking, feeling its warm embrace extend to every bit of her body, from her fingertips down to her toes. Mana and man seed, flesh and magic both combined in a tornado of sensation that threatened to render her insensate. Somehow Daphnia managed to remain conscious, using every last inch of her willpower to do so. As she twisted and writhed in the embrace of her lovers, it built and built until it finally burst upon her.

All her previous orgasms were nothing compared to this. A cacophony of pleasure, a crescendo of ecstasy, a riotous exclamation of rapture that rushed through every fiber of her being. She would have cried out if her mouth wasn't stuffed with a cock. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as a tidal wave of pure physical and mental energy rolled and crashed upon her, and she spasmed from head or toe as she shook in its wake.

The mana coiled and writhed within her like a living thing, and despite the earth-shattering climax that was upon her, Daphnia reached out with her mind to send it to the waiting sorcerers. It was like she was a man, spewing a stream of astral force from her body in torrents of emerald, cyan, and crimson. The two men servicing her body withdrew and stumbled from the dias.

Finally, it was done. A glob of cum pushed out from her well-used slit, followed by a thinner stream of clear and white streaked juices. Daphnia collapsed, completely and utterly drained of all energy, physical or mental. Her many lovers hadn't fared any better. Most of them had run out of stamina way before her, and they were collapsed in ungainly piles all around the stone dais. Daphnia would have laughed at the spectacle had she not barely the energy to keep her eyelids open. She cast a self-satisfied glance around the prone forms of her lovers and then laid back to stare at the stone celiing.

There, she had done her part. It was all up to her brother and mother now, and the resistance. Sleep stole over her, and the elfslut princess drifted off into dreamless slumber.

Continued in Chapter 11

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