The Princess Transformed - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Princess

It was just another day in the life of Daphnia the Flfslut. That is to say, she woke up in the morning, had her breakfast of fresh cum - drunk straight from the source, as it were. Then her routine would begin. Who would she service today? The chambermaids in waiting? The soldiers in the barracks, her most frequent port of call? The visiting dignitaries from another kingdom who wanted entertainment besides bards and jesters? She didn't know and it wasn't as if she didn't care, but there was little she could do about it even if she did.

Or so she thought, but on that day there was one a very large difference. When she got back from her daily exertions in the barracks again, the door to her cell had been left unlocked.

She stood there in amazement for a second, and then her eyes narrowed. It looked like the resistance had finally come through with at least one part of their bargain. They had promised her freedom, and it looked like they had delivered. A telltale flicker at the edge of consciousness made her shift to astral vision - she still possessed that magical ability despite her transformation - and there, above the pallet that passed for her bed, was an arcane message inscribed on the wall.

Princess Daphnia, escape from the castle tonight

We have made sure that the gates are open and that no one will hinder your egress

Rendezvous with a youth named Tivin in a cottage near the outskirts of the forest

We have left further instructions with him

Good luck, and godspeed

We? So there was more than one of them...somehow she wasn't surprised. Considering that Rampillion was strong and clever enough to undermine Erecia's foundations in a single day - to say nothing of being skilled enough in magecraft to best her in magical battle - she surmised that one hooded and mysterious stranger, no matter how skilled or powerful, wouldn't have been enough to break her out of prison. And he did mention there was a resistance?

There would be enough time for idle speculation later. Concentrating on what little magical abilities were left to her, Daphnia managed to see an astral line of sigils in the air leading her away from the cell and into areas of the castle she had never explored, even when she was still the princess. She navigated the cold, damp corridors of the lower floors until she came to a place beyond the dungeons. The old aqueducts.

When she was small, she had been told that she should never come here. Else, kelpies and other monsters would eat her up - tall tales told to dissuade her from exploring and keep her back in her rooms, memorizing spells and etiquette lessons, no doubt. Apparently, it seemed that the resistance knew her residence better than she did herself. The sigils in the air formed a sparkling line that led further into the unexplored bowels of the castle. She had no other options but to follow it.

As she made her way through the long, twisting tunnels to, hopefully, the surface, questions formed and bubbled in her mind. Where was this leading her? What would happen to her when she got there? So many questions...the transformed princess tried her hardest to concentrate on her surroundings and follow the path as best she could. The biting cold caused her nipples to become uncomfortably erect, and as always, she had to be careful that she didn't bump them into any of the walls, but in the past months she had gotten used to her new body, and she manuevered with a minimum of difficulty.

This wasn't to say that it was easy going the entire way. Each second that she spent in the bowels of the castle was another second that she feared that the guards would have gotten wind of her escape. What if some courtier had requested her presence, and she was nowhere to be found? How much further before she reached the end of the tunnel? The day's exertions, though undoubtedly pleasurable, had tired her out more than she thought, and Daphnia found herself stumbling part of the way through the rocks and pebbles that dotted the tunnel she traversed. Elfsluts were not provided with any kind of footwear, and she narrowly avoided stubbing her toe on a particularly exposed stone more than once.

She emerged in a small glade. It was a few miles from the castle, and looking back at her former home she was filled with a mixture of rage, regret and fear - rage at the usurper, regret at having to leave her home behind, and fear at what would come next. There was no way but forwards at this point. Nothing remained for her there but an eternity spent in carnal servitude to others. No matter how much pleasure her thrice-cursed new body gave her when she had sex, it wasn't how she wanted to spend the rest of her days.

Her journey was far from complete, though. She still had to find the cottage that the message spoke of. The walk through the woods was worse than the one through the cold and dry tunnels, as she had to walk barefoot through sticks and soggy soil and slippery moss. The cry of a woodland creature or branch snapping beneath her bare feet scared the transformed princess more than she would have cared to admit. The astral line of sigils continued to lead her onwards. But she still possessed a very human fear of darkness that was hard to tamp down completely.

After about half an hour, she did indeed manage to find the cottage. Daphnia debated knocking on the door, but in the end she just opened it and walked in. A sandy-haired youth was waiting with a worried expression on his face - Tivin, she presumed. He looked to be around noneteen - not quite a man, but not a boy either.

He looked up at her and his features softened into relief. "Princess! Is that you?" he burst out, "I'm so glad you're safe!"

Princess? How did he know she was the princess? Her body was still that of an elfslut, with no physical trace of Princess Daphnia. Her confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled reassuringly.

"It's all right, your Highness. The Resistance told me about what happened to you. But we will talk more in the morning. You must be tired from your journey."

The many questions that Daphnia wanted to ask died on her lips...now that he mentioned it, she was tired. She had been so high on adrenaline and the myriad emotions she had experienced during her escape that the fact had evaded her until now. Her eyelids drooped, she nodded in thanks and let Tivin lead her to a small bed where she could rest. And in moments, she had tumbled into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Morning, her first outside the castle, brought blue skies, white clouds and real food. It was porridge with a pat of butter, and Daphnia devoured it greedily. As much as she had grown to like the taste of certain bodily fluids, there was no substitute for hot butter. She relished every bite, as well as noting it's resemblance to her breakfast of the day before.

After he had cleared away the plates, Tivin was able to sit down and answer the many questions Daphnia had for him. Unfortunately, the resistance had told him next to nothing.

He was to meet the princess in his cottage, more specifically, his father's cottage. Tivin the Elder was away on a hunting trip, and his son was tending the small plot of land that they both lived on. They were to get to the town of Asdale as soon as possible, whereupon someone else would meet them.

No mention was made of her other family members, or breaking the spell that had been cast on her. As to the resistance itself, the boy - in that awkward space between child and man - didn't know much, other than the fact that an organization to resist Rampillion had been created, and that he had joined the moment he knew of its existence.

Daphnia had many other questions. How was the kingdom faring? What was being done to oppose the usurper? Who or what comprised this resistance? But she sensed that the boy was only a willing pawn in a game far beyond his comprehension. After all, he was only a simple farmer's son, even though his loyalty to the kingdom was strong and admirable. She could do worse than subjects like that. Besides, which, time was of the essence, and every moment spent dallying was a moment more that they didn't have to lose. Her escape had surely been detected by now, and she was eager to get as far away from Erecia as possible.

When it came to the question of clothes, though, she and Tivin came up short. Her proportions meant that no simple garment could fit her. If they could even find one - Tivin lived alone with his father, and all they had were simple linen shirts and breeches. Princess and youth looked helplessly at the assortment of ill-fitting clothes in the cupboard before the former had a bright idea.

"Tivin?" Daphnia hadn't yet gotten used to how her new voice sounded. It was pitched a little higher than her old one, dulcet and melodious. There wasn't much occasion to use it in the castle as she was usually moaning, instead of talking - so she marveled a little at at the sound of her voice.

"Yes, your Highness?" The boy appeared at her side, eager to please as always.

"Do you happen to have a sewing kit around here?" It seemed that Daphnia's long neglected needlework would finally be of some use.

"Of course, Princess!"

A minute of excited scrounging later and he had produced a few needles, some cotton thread and an extremely dusty ruler. Daphnia eyed them critically and nodded. They would have to do. The princess sat down at the wooden bench they had breakfasted at to begin her work.

"Two of your spare shirts, if you please?" Daphnia smiled at Tivin's retreating back as he scurried off to obey her command.

He was such a dear. And, if she was being completely honest with herself, not too hard on the eyes, either. He had a certain fresh-faced simplicity and charm to his boyish features, and the loveliest blue eyes. In fact...Daphnia shook her head. This was no time to be thinking about anything besides the task at hand. She took the shirts that Tivin had provided and began sewing.

Adapting the clothes to fit her proved a much harder task than anticipated. Firstly, no matter how much work was done, a shirt was still a shirt and not a dress. Secondly, it was her damnable elfslut body that proved a nuisance as her massive breasts threatened to tear the sewn seams. And her flared hips made sure that even two pairs of Tivin's breeches stitched together could not make a skirt wide enough to wear.

After a few futile attempts at working with the material on the bench, Daphnia had another idea.

"Tivin, come over here."

The youth appeared at her side almost instantly. He was very obedient, definitely manservant material.

"Yes, your Highness?"

Though there was something about the way he stood, and the way his eyes darted...he was nervous. But about what?

"Hold this shirt here for me." Daphnia motioned to a space a few inches from her exposed shoulder. "I'm going to try to sew them together while wearing one." She was currently wearing the fruits of her handiwork - a rather hastily done halter top. As it was now, though, she could barely take two steps without her prodigious breasts popping out.

As an experiment, she thought that it might make more sense for her to try stitching on new material while she was wearing something, as she hadn't a dress form with which to do a comparison with. And since she had a ready and willing helper nearby, why not?

The boy did as he was told, with rather more blinking and shuffling than was necessary. Daphnia managed to make the necessary amendments to her outfit and at the same time couldn't help but notice just how muscled her assistant was. A lifetime of hard labor in the fields had given him a fine tone of body that she found very attractive indeed, and the princess was hard pressed to keep her eyes only on the piece of clothing that she was making.

"Do you think it fits well?" she asked him absently. Now if she could only get the cloth to stay where she wanted it to.

"Ye...yes, your Highness. It fits very well indeed."

She shot him a sharp glance and noticed that the youth was pointedly not looking anywhere near her. Which gave her a clue as to why he was so distracted.

On a whim, Daphnia gave him a few more orders, which he swiftly complied with - too swiftly, she thought. She observed him as he went about the hut, picking up shirt after shirt and putting them in a neat pile near her.

Could it be...yes, yes it was. He was trying his best not to look at her. Because when he did - and she had caught him sneaking a few glances here and there - it was most certainly not in the way that a subject looks at his liege. It was filled with the same intensity and passion that she had seen in the eyes of many a man and woman back at the castle - a look of lust-filled desire.

She couldn't quite blame him. He was a healthy, and virile from the looks of it. A young man working near a voluptuous elfslut would inflame a eunuch. It was a testament to his good manners that he was even trying to avert his gaze. A lesser man would have taken the opportunity to make each glance count. She sighed. Still, they had a job to do, and she couldn't have him dithering and being distracted.

"Tivin, come and stand here. I've almost got this done, just a few more stitches ought to do it. And no fidgeting this time."

She refrained from telling him that she knew he was not paying complete attention to the task at hand.

"Yes, your Highness." His usual reply, delivered with absolute promptness.

She finished up the top and then started on what were the beginnings of a skirt.

"Be a dear and get me just one more shirt, would you? We're almost done."

It turned out that her idea of working on a live model, namely, herself, had been a good one. With her actual proportions - lush though they might be - as reference, they were able to finish the skirt with the same ease that they had done the halter top. Neither piece of clothing could be called modest. There was only so much simple linen could do to disguise her otherworldly curves, so her shirt still gave way to a deep canyon of cleavage and her skirt would be best described as figure-hugging. But they would do.

Daphnia was so pleased at her success that without thinking she had given her manservant a quick peck on the cheek. He blushed almost immediately.

"Thank you for your help, Tivin. I couldn't have done it without you."

"It...it's nothing. Your Highness. Happy to be of assistance."

"Let's go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"A...all right. Yes, as you say, Princess. The...the bed is over here, and I'll take the floor."

She was about to protest when she saw the look on his face. There was no way that he would ever let the princess of Erecia sleep on the floor while he could help him. Sighing, Daphnia acquiesced to his demand and settled into the pallet he had provided. Within minutes they fell asleep.

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Their journey started uneventfully enough. They travelled light. Tivin had a backpack for himself, and little else except for a few changes of clothes. They would stick mainly to the forest to make use of the boy's woodland skills, as well as remain undetected. They would set a brisk pace each day, so it would take, at most, about a few weeks to reach the town of Asdale, which Daphnia remembered as being quite far on foot.

The road to town was long, and Daphnia tried to make small talk to alleviate their boredom.

But trouble appeared in unexpected places, namely, in the form of sexual attraction. She hadn't missed the surreptitious glances Tivin had been giving her the whole day and the night before.

"Do you go to Asdale often, Tivin?"

"No, your Highness. Just whenever we need to sell our crops, or buy new livestock. It's a simple life out here in the fields."

There it was again - his gaze lingered on the valley between her breasts a moment longer than necessary.

Daphnia smiled inwardly but pretended not to notice. "I see. And do you live alone with your father?"

"Yes, Princess. My ma died birthing me, and it's just been the two of us since."

This time it was her leg he had rested his gaze on - a long lithesome and golden limb exposed every so often as the slit in the skirt parted.

As they continued walking, he shot looks at her that ranged from heated glances of lust to almost ogling her overdeveloped charms, then blushing and turning away before he thought she would notice.

It didn't come as any surprise. She was used to being looked at in the castle, and she had come to almost enjoy showing off her new body, even if she often wrestled with how much pleasure it was to display herself to others. She couldn't quite blame him. Her transformed form was designed to arouse and to tantalize, and it did so most splendidly. At first, she had just tried to ignore it. It wasn't his fault and they had other, more important things to do.

But it got steadily worse as the day wore on. The same wide, curving hips that had turned the heads of so many soldiers now worked their magic on Tivin, and her gigantic chest, swaying and bouncing with every step - why did Rampillion have to make them so big - drew his attention away from the road more than once. She almost laughed aloud when once, trying his best to look and not look at the same time, he almost slammed his head into a hanging branch. But it was far from a laughing matter. She could only imagine what kind of a war was raging inside the poor boy's head.

On one hand, here was a delectable, voluptuous elfslut, the likes of which he had never seen before. On the other hand, that same elfslut was also his Princess, and he was honor-bound and sworn to protect her, and definitely not sneak peeks at her when he thought she wasn't looking. It was a dilemma that the princess did not envy him. She even had more than her fair share of sympathy for the poor boy - he was only a man, after all. Daphnia didn't know whether to be embarrassed, flattered or impressed. In the end she decided to be neither. But she hadn't reckoned on her own burgeoning desires.

Being in the castle and fucked by men and women, one after another on a daily basis for weeks, she had forgotten how the normal world worked. People were not supposed to throw each to the floor and ravage them without at least saying 'hello' first. She had become accustomed to having her itch scratched, and to be without sex for longer than a day, was a newfound burden. The first few hours were okay. The excitement of the new situation took the edge off her constant arousal, and her mind filled with thoughts of freedom and the future.

But as the next night fell, she felt the all-too familiar heat in her loins spring to life, kindled in no small part by her companion's clandestine glances. She could see a bulge in his trousers that he tried the best to hide and the princess blushed as she discovered that she licked her lips when she looked at his crotch. What he would taste like? Slightly bitter, like the castle guards? But he was a farmer's son, and his diet would be better than the soldiers, so maybe he would be a little sweeter, like cooks and stableh...no, no, no! They were on a mission, and these kinds of thoughts were wholly inappropriate.

They passed a restless night together, trying and failing to ignore the slow but undeniable build-up of sexual tension between them. Daphnia made it a point to sleep as far away from him as possible, but she was still acutely aware of his masculine presence near her, and her hands snaked down to her aching snatch more than once during the night. If only she could just...she struggled to get these wanton thoughts out of her mind and almost succeeded.

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The second day was, if even possible, worse than the first. It was the damnable elfslut body, causing trouble for the both of them. As much as she tried to, she couldn't avoid walking in the way she did - swinging herself from side to side so that her full buttocks was thrust out. To say nothing of her huge, bouncing tits. More than once she caught him with his eyes glued to her body - her luscious behind, enormous breasts, elfin ears, puffy lips, or any other part of her magically-enhanced frame. He would have to be a eunuch not to notice, and he was far from one. No, he was a delectable specimen of manhood that she yearned to...she was doing it again!

By the end of the fourth day, Daphnia had come to a decision. This state of affairs was making them both miserable. The tent in his pants was going to wear out all his good breeches at that rate, and she was so filled with elfslut desire that she could hardly walk straight herself. If she didn't have sex with him, the two of them would be in no state to find information and search for their contact when they did eventually arrive in town.

But how to broach the subject? It was not as if she could tell him outright that she wanted to fuck him. He would either faint in shock or run for the hills. But if she didn't open her mouth, well, at least not that one, then they would be at this impasse forever. But there were other ways that didn't involve words at all.

The time in the castle had changed her. In her mind, she still thought of herself as the crown princess of the realm, but her anatomy and the urges that came with it had wreaked greater transformation than she knew, and not all of them physical, either. She had awakened to a wantonness, to a freedom that she never had while in the gilded cage of royalty. She remembered her own seductions of whomever caught her fancy after the day's work was done - handsome guards, lean, muscled and oh-so satisfyingly hard as they thrust into her - to blushing maidens that she had to coax into one orgasm after the other. No one could resist her when she wanted her itch scratched, she just found someone to scratch it.

So, it seemed like the simplest thing in the world the next time she caught him looking, she met his gaze squarely, thrust her shoulders back, which had the side effect of putting her pendulous tits on greater display, and strode over to him. Actions spoke louder than words, they said, and this was the time to put that old saying to the test. Before he could react, she had locked her lips to his in a smoldering kiss that sent a satisfying joly of pleasure all the way down between her legs. When they finally broke their lip lock he was dazed, eyes blinking and breathing heavily.

Well, he hadn't run, so that was a good start. She looked down and almost gasped in shock. If she had thought his erection was bad before, it fairly made a tent in his trousers now. She was concerned for him, but she knew just what to do about it. He was about to say something when Daphnia put her finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, then knelt down and undid his breeches to reveal his rigid manhood.

Ah, cock - she couldn't wait to get it into her mouth, and then after that into her snatch, but first things first. She looked at the enflamed purplish head in anticipation and almost swallowed it in her hunger. This wasn't the time to tease him with slow licks, or to try any of the tricks she had learned in the castle. She wanted him to cum, and cum fast and hard. So she sealed her plush lips over his organ and sucked like a demoness.

Within seconds he came into her eager mouth. He didn't taste quite like she had expected - kind of musky, with a faint hint of mushrooms. Must be the woodland foods he ate. She let herself savor it for a moment, swirling his thick spunk with her tongue. But before he could recover, she pushed him back onto the ground. He was bigger than her, but her tits gave her extra mass. She was not too surprised to see that his erection hadn't flagged at all. She looked over it with a practiced eye and figured he was good for three, maybe four more rounds.

Well, no time like the present. Daphnia removed her skirt and gave him a smile filled with both gentleness and raging desire. Then she straddled his thighs and reached down to fit herself around him. They both groaned as he slid in easily. Her own arousal had her practically dripping with need, and the copious lubrication let him slip his engorged cock into her with no difficulty whatsoever. He bucked and twitched at his entry, and if he hadn't just cum in her mouth, she was sure that he would have spurted the moment he entered her. As it was, his hips shot off the ground, and she had to steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders as she ground herself back onto him.

It had been so long! The four days spent without fornication of any kind were like an eternity to Daphnia the elfslut. She bounced on top of him, her long, golden hair flying and massive, tits heaving beneath her shirt. Suddenly, with a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, he emptied himself into her. She sighed in bliss as she felt his cock pulse within her depths. Gods, how she had missed this. It felt so, so, good.

Their mutual hunger sated for the moment, she rolled off him and onto the mossy forest floor and her breasts swung beneath her shirt. She delighted in the slow trickle of their combined fluids seeping from her pussy. Courtesy of her hypersensitive elfslut body, she needed more. That was once in her mouth, and once inside. She was just getting started. She glanced down at his cock and noted with some dismay that it was only semi-hard now. Well, she knew just what to do about that.

Catching his eyes, she preened for him slightly, then gave him a lascivious smile and lifted her shirt over hea head and dropped it to the forest floor. She thrust out her massive chest in a successful bid for his attention. Almost at once he stiffened again. Even after all these months, it was still her breasts that got the most attention. Some of her lovers wanted to ream her in the ass, and some enjoyed the attentions of her talented mouth, but no one, it seemed, could resist the allure of her bronzed bosom. And she couldn't blame them. They were magnificent - twin magically enhanced mountains of perfection, heavy, full, and standing proudly from her chest with not the barest hint of sagging. She cupped the overflowing orbs in her hands, offering them to him, and he sprang to full mast in seconds.

Time for round three. This time there was no foreplay, they were both ready and willing. All his previous hesitation had seemingly vanished, and when she lay on her back and spread her long legs, he dove between her knees with the speed of a striking snake. She felt his slim arms encircle her and clasp her curvy body to him, her tits squashed against his chest and giving off all sorts of delicious sensations. But the centerpiece was of course his lovely cock, furiously pistoning between her legs.

He might have been young and inexperienced, but his passion and enthusiasm more than made up for it, and as his rod plundered her eager depths. Daphnia found herself cresting her peak once...twice, three...no, was that four? Five times? She lost count. Gods, he was so passionate, so eager! Daphnia was no stranger to multiple orgasms, but somehow this youth was able to bring her to heights that even Briva, with his muscled body and huge cock, was unable to. She guessed it was perhaps the forbidden nature of their coupling that turned her on so much - she shouldn't be fucking her manservant. Or maybe it was the long four days when she was unable to even masturbate for fear of hom spotting her. Whatever the case, she wasn't complaining.

Another part of her mind whispered that she should really not be doing this, not only because it was altogether improper conduct, but because she was spoiling him for all future women, for who could compete with the impossibly voluptuous body of an elfslut? Whatever girls or women he bedded in the future would be judged and found wanting. But she wanted him, and he most obviously wanted her, and that was all there was to it. But enough thinking, back to fucking.

She kissed him again and again as their bodies bucked into each other, and their tongues danced together. Finally, she felt the pulsing of his rod that signaled his imminent release, and she whispered into his ear that it was ok, that he could come as deep and as hard in her as he liked. She didn't do it with her casual lovers - only those she cared about. It seemed to have its intended effect. He moaned long and loud and burst deep within her. She purred like a cat as her pussy milked his shaft of every last drop.

He lay back, panting heavily. She had to commend him on his stamina, as most men would have been unconscious by now. But Daphnia's fire had not yet been kindled, and she would not be denied. She writhed on the ground, stroking herself all over, before plunging two fingers into her molten core and squeezing a huge, heaving breast with her other hand. Three times in a row might have been enough for a normal human, but she was an elfslut, created for the sole purpose of fornication. She bucked on the ground, spread her feet wide and lifted her hips, using her fingers to expose her wet pussy at him in a wanton bid to get his attention.

It worked. Whether he was more turned on by her sexual display, or the fact that this was his princess behaving in such a lewd manner and begging him to satisfy her needs. He was erect again, and hobbled on his knees to her. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, and waved her sumptuous behind at him. He seized her wide hips with one hand and guided his stiff cock with the other, sheathing himself in a single, deep thrust. Daphnia's eyes opened wide in shock, and she climaxed instantly. For someone who had been so timid before, he certainly wasn't shy now!

Having experienced fucking so often and in so many ways, Daphnia found that she liked it best being on her hands and knees and taken from behind. There was something wild and animalistic about mating in the way that beasts did. Plus, no one ever seemed to be able to resist the call of her mammoth mammaries as they bounced in front of her, and while on all-fours she could have her lovers grab them while they fucked her from behind. Fucking on her back  would never satisfy her now, though it was better than having no sex at all.

They settled into a comfortable rhythm with Tivin screwing her hard and fast, just the way she liked it. He lasted longer this time because he had already spent his seed three times before. He showed no signs of stopping as he held her hips with both hands and continued to thrust while looking down to watch his hard, wet shaft reappear then disappear deep into the body of his princess. But all good things must come to an end, and after a few minutes of frenzied fucking they both shuddered together in the throes of a shared orgasm. The youth pulled out of her and sat back, then collapsed on his back in a heap on the forest floor.

Daphnia twisted and sat next to the boy, and smiled in satisfaction. In a sudden fit of tenderness, reached over to smooth his brow and bent to kiss his flushed cheek. The poor dear was worn out. She was far from tired herself - a veteran of a hundred orgies and more - but she had enough care and sense to let the young man rest. She had really put him through her paces - and there was always tomorrow.

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The next day dawned and brought with it more fucking. Now that they had broken their chastity and done the deed, there was no embarrassment between them. Daphnia saw no problem in soliciting the youth for sex at any available opportunity. They both had urges, and the sooner they were sated, the easier it was to return to the business of walking, foraging, and all the humdrum journey. The nights were more pleasant now, and under her tutelage, Tivin soon became a skilled and tender lover.

But another problem soon reared its ugly head on their journey. They were running out of coin. The resistance hadn't seen fit to supply the youth with much, and of course Daphnia had none of her own. Farmers did not earn much, and Tivin had already brought along everything they had. Even with his ability to live off the land, there were still things they needed to buy - there were few streams to drink from in the areas they traversed and they purchased water, along with travel taxes to pass checkpoints in towns, and extra supplies for when they weren't in the woods anymore. For the last leg of the journey, they would be in residential areas rather than forested ones. Asdale was a bustling town, and that meant stays at inns as they approached their destination.

They needed to earn money, and fast. Daphnia let her steward suggest a few useless things until she put forth the idea that was foremost in both their minds - she would whore herself out for coin.

His indignant reaction was everything she expected. How could she even think of doing such a thing, the youth sputtered. She was the princess of the realm, not some common strumpet! No, he would do anything to prevent his liege from being subjected to such indignities. He would hunt, or fish, or work in the taverns and bars along the way. Anything but that!

"You can't be serious, your Highness! You would be who...whori...selling your body for coin!" He was so indignant he could barely get the words out.

"Be practical, Tivin. We need coin, and it won't magically appear from somewhere. You know this as well as I do." A small secret part of Daphnia was actually both gladdened and amused at Tivin's youthful possessive reaction. He was so...so...protective of her! He would make a fine husband someday.

"No! I won't allow it. I won't have it! You can't be thinking of doing this."

"So you want me all to yourself, is that it?" Daphnia asked, arching a fine eyebrow.

"No! I mean, no, I do want to, but not in that way, what I meant was..."

"It's alright, Tivin. I know what you meant." She smiled, letting him know that it was a jest. He was just so easy to tease! It was delightfully wicked of her, she knew, and yet she did it anyway.

As the conversation continued, Daphnia pointed out that the most expedient method of earning money was for her to prostitute herself. They could not afford time to scrounge up coin from odd handiwork, and with her body, they would practically have to beat men off with a stick. Furthermore, it would relieve Tivin of some of his nightly duties - he tried, but couldn't quite keep up with her insatiable appetite. And if she was being honest with herself, Daphnia missed having sex with multiple partners, sometimes more than one at a time. She had grown to love being the center of attention, with a cock in her pussy, another up her ass, and one more in her mouth. Being taken repeatedly and forcefully without a chance to rest. She liked Tivin and his gentle lovemaking, but her elfslut body yearned to be used.

So she put to rest her steward's further protest by issuing a royal command. She would be working the nights starting in the next town, and there she would brook no more discussion about the matter.

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She had expected to feel embarrassment, even shame, at her suggestion, but she had felt none. In the castle, she had been fucked more than a thousand times, and so any reluctance she might have felt at the act of coitus had long since vanished. Sex now felt as natural to her as walking, talking, or breathing. There were some vestiges of her old self, yes, but they had faded into whispers rather than the loud shouting discipline they formerly were.

As to the actual act of whoring, it was simple...beyond simple, really. All she had to do was stroll to the middle of a tavern and divest herself of the few scraps of clothing she wore, and all male and a few female eyes would instantly be open her. She didn't even need to say anything - her rolling gait, smoldering eyes, and soaking snatch spoke volumes. And from then on, it was a short trip to an empty room, where her customers would proceed to fuck, pay for services rendered, and leave. Sex in her elfslut body never seemed to get old.

In a philosophical moment, Daphnia reflected that she must have had more than a thousand lovers by now, yet each new stranger entering her hungry slit made her scream in pleasure afresh. Each lover was different in a way, yet the same. Some liked one position, some another. Some wanted her on her back, some on all fours, and others standing up. Some wanted her to suck them off, but a fair amount of them also wanted to take her in the ass - a notion that in her other life as princess would have been horrifying, but now she simply thought of it as just another position. Another benefit of her new body, being fucked in her ass felt just as wonderful and amazing as being penetrated from her front.

So she licked and fucked and sucked and smiled at her customers as they took her in all sorts of ways, and even sometimes found herself giggling. She had never giggled before! And for the life of her, she had never in all her years felt so wanton, so naughty...so, so, free.

She wondered what Tivin thought of all this. She sort of felt sorry for him, having dreams of his prim, proper princess shattered beyond measure. She reasoned that it might scar him Daphnia was not an unkind soul, and she thought to herself more than once that her naive steward might be shocked, or even jealous that his princess and bed partner was fucking so many other men and the occasional woman. She did make it a point to sleep with him whenever she could manage it, and his gentle caresses and slower lovemaking was indeed a welcome change from the hard usage that most of her days were full of. But her body demanded more and more - that dammable elfslut itch! And the only way to scratch it seemed was on her back or knees, being taken again and again and again. Plus, they needed the money. What was a transformed princess to do?

She was just doing the best she could, she reasoned. But enough time had passed since her transformation that she knew that she was lying to herself. Being fucked just felt good. Over time, she had refined her carnal activities into something of an artform. She experimented with different positions, seeing which could bring herself and her partners more pleasure. She retained enough presence of mind even while moaning and screaming to be able to judge the relative arousal levels of herself and her partners, so that she could often take the lead and do other things besides simply laying there and taking it, as enjoyable as that was. She reveled in the fact that she could make a man shoot his seed just by clenching her pussy muscles, and she learned just the right way to lick the underside of a hard shaft so that it would deposit its creamy reward into her mouth all the faster.

As a mage, Daphnia had excelled at her studies, always trying to find a better way to cast a spell to be faster and more efficient. So as an elfslut, she applied that same fervor and dedication to the only thing she could really do in her transformed state, fucking. And how she fucked. She told herself that she was only doing it for the money, because they needed to get to Asdale. But in truth, she would have done it for free. Her desires had not lessened in the least since leaving the castle. An elfslut was an elfslut after all, and she was all too willing to spread her legs for anyone who so as much looked at her the right way.

The farmers that made up the bulk of her customers were different from the, soldiers in the barracks or the stablehands in the castle. She loved the way their rough, calloused hands felt on her soft skin, their hard cocks ploughing her eager pussy. Most of all, she enjoyed their looks of incredulous wonder - how were they managing to have sex which such a wondrous creature? Well, she was the princess, and as such was honor-bound to take care of her people, and if that meant screwing them every which way, then so be it.

Her nocturnal exploits soon provided them with a steady stream of coin, and so they were able to get to their destination much faster than they thought possible. They even managed to buy two horses at a discount, courtesy of a whispered backdoor deal and her skilled mouth and tongue. There was a little left over, and so Daphnia treated herself to a puff pastry bought from a roadside vendor. She had never thought that a simple confection could taste so good! There was something about buying something with your own hard-earned money, no matter how the money was earned, that was special into and of itself.

The horses helped a great deal. They could now cover the same ground in almost half the time, and it looked like they would reach their destination with ample time to spare. But they came with their own set of unforeseen inconveniences as well. The up and down motion of the horse's gallop served to remind her bouncing breasts of other familiar activities, and the saddles chafed at her needful pussy. Not for the first time, the princess cursed her over-sensitive body, which turned a simple horse ride into something sexual. But her loss was others' gain, and it was two very happy and lucky swordsmen who had a half-naked nymph almost throw herself at them at the next rest stop they visited.

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But it wasn't all carnal indulgence, either. Now that she had escaped the confines of the castle, she was discovering aspects to an existence that she has never dreamed possible. As the princess, her life was filled with duty and responsibility - meetings to chair, spells to learn, and people to meet. As an elfslut bound in chains of desire in the prison of her former home, she had nothing to look forwards to but endless rounds of fornication, a fate that had aspects of both heaven and hell.

But now that she was free of the bonds of both study and duty, and she discovered a whole new world. Yes, she still had to satisfy her base instincts from time to time, but she was in control of when and where and with whom. Everything seemed more alive, somehow. Whether it was her new body or her recent experiences, Daphnia was suffused with a zest for life that she hadn't felt...ever. She found herself stopping to smell the flowers by the roadside, look in wonder at the sky above, and watch people as they milled around the town square. It wasn't all about the fornication - somehow being away from the castle, away from her responsibilities, worked a kind of magic on her which was not unwelcome.

It wasn't that she hated being the princess, in fact, she was happy to serve. It was just that the constant need to be on call every moment of each day wore her down more than she knew. So it was, that when she had time to herself in between her whoring and traveling, she snuck out to the nearby fields and played and gamboled among the flowers and the trees. She hadn't been aware of how happy being surrounded by greenery would make her feel. She had always eschewed the druidic arts in favor of the hermetic disciplines, but now she was forced to reconsider her stance and wonder if the hermits and druids that she once pooh-poohed had been right.

It was indeed a joy to be among nature. She adorned herself with flowers, rolled in the grass, and ran in the fields just because she could. Perhaps her transformation had made her more attuned to the rhythms of nature as well. It felt like she tasted more, heard more, and saw more than she had ever did. As a mage, Daphnia was accustomed to living in her head, filled with logic and reason, but her new body had forced a world of the senses onto her, and she wasn't complaining.

Maybe being an elfslut wasn't so bad after all, but joy in her temporary freedom was still muted by the concern she still had for her people and kingdom. In her brief travels with Tivin, she had already seen the effects of the usurper's rule: increased taxes, slaves in the marketplace - her mother and her would never have allowed that - and fields that were being harvested even before high season. Her people looked tired and worn, haggard from having to attend to the demands of the glorified thugs that Rampillion called his personal guard. It made her blood boil to see such injustices being done, but what could she do?

Nothing, except hurry to Asdale as soon as possible. She knew not what awaited her there, but she was about to find out.

Continued in Chapter 5

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