The Princess Transformed - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Princess

It was a long journey, but Tivin and Daphnia had finally arrived in Asdale. The princess had no idea what to expect from the town, but in turned out that there was nothing to expect. It appeared to be a normal, sleepy country town. That being said, there had to be some reason why the resistance had directed her here. And she had learned that appearances could be deceiving. No one suspected that the curvy, eager elfslut prostituting herself was actually the princess of Erecia.

She and Tivin had fucked for two hours before actually entering the town proper, just so that she could be prepared for whatever awaited her. She thought it prudent to have the edge of her lust taken off so that she could focus and be mentally sharp. After about ten orgasms, she was calmed, and they entered the town as alert as she had ever been. She had kissed him gently goodbye and smiled indulgently at his face lost in happy slumber. She couldn't have asked for a better manservant...and he had been put to sleep in perhaps the most pleasurable way known to man. She left him sleeping in a copse of trees just outside the city outskirts. There was only so much sex a man could take, and apparently, he had reached his limit.

She attuned herself astrally the moment she left the forest, and there they were - the same sigils that had led her out of the castle were now leading her to a manor on the other side of town. It took her some time to get there - avoiding the crowds and finding her way in a new environment took time, but eventually she was at the gates of a large building. Steeling herself, Daphnia raised her hand to knock on the doors. . . and they swung open before her instead.

She stepped into the building and there he was - the hooded figure. At least she thought it was a man. It could just as well be a woman, or completely different people at each encounter. She had no way of knowing.

"Princess. We have been expecting you."

Of course they had. They had been the ones to bring her here. She decided to try a different tack this time - not saying anything. So, she stared steadily into the where the eyes would be on a normal person, and after a few moments, the figure spoke again.

"Welcome to Asdale, Your Highness. We of the resistance thank you for your patience, and for all the help you have provided us thus far. Rest assured that it has not gone unnoticed. We are regretfully unable to affect a cure for your transformed state at present, but we are working on it. Before we proceed further, there is someone that we think you should meet."

Someone? Daphnia's interest was piqued despite herself. Who could this be? Another slave? Someone she knew? Or maybe. . . could it be. . . that they had finally located one of her family?

She nodded and motioned for the figure to continue. A door to the side of her opened and someone walked in . . . a man both strange and familiar.

Daphnia's eyebrows rose and mouth fell open in shock.

"Perthias? Is that you?"

It appeared that her brother had been subject to the same enchantment as she had, just a male version. He had never been what you might you call burly or swarthy - tending to the thin side, just like her. The Crown Prince of Erecia had always preferred the rapier to the broadsword, the epee to the axe. Some of the unrulier courtiers had sniggered a little when he walked by - a possible result of his dandyish ways and slight figure. But to his credit, her brother had always paid them no heed.

But now a hulking giant of a man stood before her, with thighs nearly the diameter of her head, and rippling muscles that bulged, not unlike her own enhanced endowments. He was almost seven feet tall, and Daphnia also could not help but notice that the flimsy loincloth he wore barely covered his massive organ.

He we not unattractive, far from it, and she felt elfslut desire stir within her. But this time she was able to tamp it down with the knowledge that this was not just another sex slave but her brother. Her stupid, bumbling, incompetent oaf of a brother, somehow caught in the same web she was.

The sight of him did bring up another memory though. . . that of Briva, the male slave that she had shared many a pleasant interlude with back at the castle. Where was he? She wondered. Still servicing willing females? Did he remember her as fondly as she remembered him? Things had progressed so rapidly that she hadn't thought of him during her escape. The flight to Asdale had occupied all her waking moments. But she did miss him. She missed his passionate lovemaking and arduous attention.

Looking at her kin in front of her, Daphnia's mind reached a sudden insight. If she had been transformed into an elfslut, and her brother had too, then others within the castle must have been captured and transformed? It seemed too much of a coincidence for Brivia to be an ordinary pleasure slave. There was no way of knowing. As usual, there were far too many mysteries, and too few answers. She would have to ask the hooded figure about that. If they truly knew everything, then that mystery should not be too hard to penetrate. But knowing the hooded figure's elusive ways, they would either stonewall her or tell her the time was not right. All she could do was focus on the here and now.

Her brother was looking at her with much the same surprise as she displayed. She could tell by the expression on his face that he had reached the same conclusion as her - the over-endowed elfslut in front of him was actually his sister. Though changed by Rampillion's magic, enough of her facial features remained that both siblings could recognize each other.

They fell to talking immediately, stumbling over their words in an effort to exchange as much information as possible in the shortest space of time. Daphnia recounted her transformation and how she managed to escape the castle with the aid of the resistance. Perthias in turn told his sister about his own imprisonment and subsequent flight. Neither of them explicitly mentioned their sexual escapades. It was obvious that both had endured their roles as pleasure slaves and had sex with many partners, and it seemed crass and beside the point to bring it up.

When their brief conference was over, the siblings paused for a moment to catch their respective breaths and assess the situation. It hadn't quite sunk in yet - how they were both alive and well and out of the clutches of the Crimson Mage. They hadn't yet regained their original forms, but nevertheless it was a start. If only they knew where their mother was.

Lost as they were in their recollections and revelations, prince and princess both hadn't noticed the entrance of a third person into the room. Only when she neared both of them did they look up in surprise. The busty pleasure slave in front of them looked familiar, somehow. All three of them stared at each other, trying and failing to voice what was foremost in their minds. They knew each other from somewhere, that much was certain. But where?

The hooded figure appeared once again to shed light on the situation. Without any fanfare, they announced the truth that was so obvious.

"The royal family has been gathered together. Let it not be said that we of the resistance do not honor our promises."

It took a few seconds for all that to sink in. Daphnia, Perthias, and Gladia all gaped at each other in turn. Could it be. No, but it was. Changed though they were, somehow the three people recognized each other for who they really were. The princess and queen might be sporting breasts larger than their heads and the prince might have forearms thicker than some men's legs, but all their memories remained intact. And in that moment as their eyes met all of them knew each other as family.

Another round of talking began as quickly as the previous one had ended. As the hooded figure watched silently, the royal family swapped stories. Their respective transformations, the flight from the castle - all was shared and dissected. If any of them suspected the others of not divulging embarrassing or personal information, they were too circumspect to inquire. Daphnia, as a mage of no small skill herself, was particularly interested in the strange potion that her mother had drunk. As far as she knew, there had been no record of such a thing in the records that the castle scholars had kept meticulously. But before she could inquire further, the hooded figure interrupted them.

"My apologies, your Highnesses. I can well understand your need and desire to be reacquainted, but we have more pressing matters to discuss. Now that you are all gathered here together, we must discuss how and when we can turn against the usurper."

All eyes turned to the speaker. He, or she had their complete and undivided attention, for it seemed like their long-awaited counter attack was at hand. But there were other pressing matters to discuss first, and Daphnia, ever the one to act, stepped forwards to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"We have given you our word, and so far, you have kept yours. For that, as a noble of Erecia, I thank you. But I must also ask that you no longer keep us in the dark as to whom you are and what your purpose is. Yes, you stand against the foul Crimson Wizard, that much is certain. But we need more than that."

Silence fell in the hall for what seemed like an eternity.

The figure sighed. "I suppose that telling you to wait longer will not allay your suspicions at this point? Very well. You all have more than earned the right to know. I do not speak only for myself, and so I cannot say too much, but I will give you something."

Robed arms uncrossed as the figure took a deep breath and began its tale.

"The resistance is formed from those who have suffered at Rampillion's hands. Believe me when I say that you three are not the first to have fallen foul of his schemes, and will likely not be the last if we do not oppose him."

"We come from all walks of life. Some of us are mages, some soldiers, some spies. You have probably guessed that I myself do not lead the resistance, and you would be right. We are many, but we are not yet enough. Coin and soldiers take time to procure, and we will not move until we are absolutely sure of victory. Rest be assured, princess that the information you supplied will be of use. But the time has still not yet come."

Here the figure paused, weighing its words carefully. The royal family had the distinct impression that it wanted to say more, yet it could not. After a few moments, they began speaking again.

"The time has not come for me to reveal who I am. But I can share a few other pieces of information with you. Queen Gladia, the potion that transformed you is not Rampillion's doing. However, it was created using alchemy similar to his craft, and its function is not wholly unknown to us. We will research this further, and share whatever we learn. It is currently not possible for us to undo the transformations that you have been subjected to. We of the resistance beg your continuing patience. All I can say at this moment is that we are doing the best we can. It may be possible that we will need to topple the usurper before his magic can be broken. Princess, I'm sure you know of what I speak."

At this, Daphnia nodded grimly. It was a possibility that had crossed her mind more than once. As a mage herself, she knew that certain powerful magic could only be dispelled when their caster was dead or otherwise stripped of power. The transformation spells that the Rampillion had used were too esoteric for her to form any definite opinion, but there was always the chance that undoing them would not be as easy as they thought it might.

The hooded figure continued, "You may want to know more about the true identity of the man you call the Crimson Mage. That is but one of the many names he has used. He is far older, and far more powerful than you have suspected. Princess, there is no shame at all in losing your magical duel with him.  I tell you in all sincerity that despite your skill with the arcane arts, it would have been impossible for you to win. He is cruel, wicked, and proud beyond all measure. He desires power, but largely as a means to an end. What motivates the man that you call the Crimson Mage is the use of said power for control. There is nothing he loves more than to see others squirm and writhe in his clutches, to struggle against bonds that they have no hope of every breaking."

A rigid tone of anger had entered the hooded figure's voice. He, or she took a moment to compose himself and continued at a more sedate pace.

"He has taken over your kingdom not out of the desire to conquer, but to have a base for which to make even greater conquests. Who knows what kind of foul schemes he is plotting in the castle even now. But all men have a weakness, and Rampillion is no different. When we find it, we will be sure to take the fight to him."

The three stood silently, digesting all they had been told. It was a lot to take in at once - being reunited, sharing their tales of transformation and escape, and learning about the resistance. As many questions as had been answered, still more remained. All of them processed the information in their own way. Daphnia held her eyes closed in a meditative trance. Perthias paced from one end of the room to another. And Gladia by folded her arms and stood still, thinking.

But as time wore on, a familiar and not unexpected sensation began to arise within the royal family. Daphnia began to fidget, her usually absolute concentration obviously broken by something. Gladia shifted uneasily from one foot to another, trying her best not to rub her thighs together in front of her children. And the urges that were bubbling to the surface were most evident in the prince of the realm - male arousal is a lot more obvious than female, and Daphnia and Gladia tried their hardest not to stare at Perthias's slowly stiffening member as it bounced from side to side while he walked.

Their transformed bodies wanted one thing, and that one thing could not be denied. Their flesh knew naught of revenge, or plans, usurpations or insurrections. All it knew was it was high time they needed fucking. Neither could meet each other's' eyes, and they shuffled from side to side, unsure of what to do. The princess and queen's nethers  were beginning to moisten, but thankfully not so much that it was immediately visible. Still, as elfslut desire began to stir within her, Daphnia flushed hard enough that it showed through her bronzed skin. Her mother wasn't in much better shape, either - she had raised a thumb to absently toy at a nipple ring and only stopped herself when she touched the metal.

The hooded figure interrupted the silence, with a note of amusement in its voice. "But we have have talked long enough. You all have needs that must be attended to. Prince, if you would follow me, Cythea awaits. Ladies, please remain here. You will be attended shortly."

Cythea? Who was that? A female name, it seemed. Daphnia's curiosity was piqued again and she shot her brother an inquisitive look. But something his face told his sister that this was not the time to ask questions. Besides, she had urges of her own that needed sating.

Perthias allowed himself to be led from the room, while the princess and queen stood to the side. Gladia tried to give her daughter what she hoped was an encouraging smile, and she was gratified when Daphnia met her gaze instead of averting it. Both knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of, really. Neither of them had asked to be transformed into sex-hungry sluts. But even with that knowledge and Daphnia's newfound sense of liberation, it was hard for them to overlook the fact that they were still mother and daughter, and this was not a circumstance that either would have chosen.

But needs must be where the devil drives, and as an assortment of men began to troop into the room - some slavers, some soldiers, some thin, some fair - neither queen nor princess could fully contain their budding arousal. Daphnia, not generally religious, prayed to whatever gods might be listening, that her mother would not notice how erect her nipples were becoming. Gladia tried her utmost to regulate her breathing. They both stood for a minute of embarassed silence. Surely, they wouldn't be expected to service the men while the other was present! Thankfully, the hooded figure appeared once again and led the queen to an adjoining chamber.

Daphnia let out a sigh of relief. There were some things one simply did not do in front of one's family, and an orgy was one of them. The princess released her mental control and once again elfslut desire swept over her like a tidal wave. The ever-present itch was back, and Daphnia felt it have its way with her oversexed body once more. Her nipples now stood at proud attention, her slit began to seep, and her breathing hastened. Gods, she was so horny! She probably had been during the entire time she was talking to her brother and mother, but it had faded into the background given the import of the matters they were discussing. Faded, but never truly gone, tormenting and tantalizing her.

Daphnia would never have admitted it to her family or even to herself, but she liked being horny. There was something about the onrush of desire, the sheer wantonness of it. It was liberating, exhilarating. And after having sex more than a few hundred times, the transformed princess was hard-pressed to remember what not feeling horny felt like. Even after scratched, the itch of unbridled sexual need would always come back.

So, it was with a combination of lust and relief that she greeted the men filing into the room in the way she knew best - by batting her fine eyelashes at them. Now she caressed her giant breasts with one hand, and with the other burrowed a finger into herself lightly. There were no illusions or surprises here. They were going to fuck her, and she was going to love it. She had intended to start things off slowly, but the men had other ideas.

She sashayed towards the nearest one, massive breasts bouncing and full bottom swaying, and cast him a smoldering glance. She placed her hands gently on his chest. But instead of letting her continue, he grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her in for a kiss. Daphnia's initial surprise turned quickly to reluctant acceptance, and then to eager acquiescence. Whoever this man was, he knew how to kiss! Their tongues dueled with each other as he clasped her tightly to him. Daphnia couldn't decide which she liked more - the sensation of her erect nipples rubbing up against his hairy chest, or his rough lips pressed against hers, or his urgent tongue dacning within her mouth.

After a few seconds they broke the kiss, and a heavy strand of saliva connecting their lips, drooped and splattered on the top of her left breast.

Both knew what was going to come next. There was no bed in the room, so the stone wall or floor would have to suffice. Daphnia didn't care. By this time, she was so turned on she would have fucked them in a dirty stable. She slid down to sat on the floor and spread her knees wide. With one hand she spread her nether lips and gave the audience a clear view of her sopping pussy. She was so wet that her labia and inner thighs glistened. She had long abandoned any notions of propriety or shame. Her daily activities would have made her old self blush. But Daphnia the elfslut had come a long way from her prudish origins. Never had she felt so free than when she was engaged in the act of copulation, and now that she was free to do so, she fully intended to fuck to her heart's content.

The man before her knelt while rapidly untying his trousers to expose a veiny cock. Steering the swollen head, he thrust into her unceremoniously, and Daphnia moaned at his sudden entry. But for all his kissing expertise, he had little to no staying power and after a few quick thrusts into her hungry slit, he stiffened and spurted his hot load inside her. Fortunately, she was so aroused that this short encounter made her climax and clench then and there. The princess would have been disappointed if another lover had not appeared soon after the first and thrust into her while she was still in the throes of her first orgasm. She wrapped her hands and legs around the second man as he slammed mercilessly into her, enjoying the feel of his powerful motions and corded muscle. He had to be a soldier or military man. But what mattered the most was that he was a man, he had a cock, and he was using it to fuck her hard.

Soon enough, the second man injected his seed and was replaced by a third. By this time, the edge had been taken off her lust somewhat, and the transformed princess had recovered a modicum of calm - as much calm as one could be expected to muster while being ravaged on a stone floor.

As the third man entered her, Daphnia used everything she had learnt while prostituting herself on her trip to Asdale. She licked her lover's ear, mashed her mountainous chest against him and clenched her pussy muscles until he could hold out no longer and climax. She sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction, unsure whether she was happier at her prowess or the sensation of a pulsing penis inside her - how it tightened for an interminable second and then spewed its hot goo into her greedy tunnel. It was nice to know that all that time spent selling herself for coin wasn't for nothing, and that she could make whoever was fucking her orgasm when she wanted to, and how she wanted to.

After the first three men had fucked her, she saw how many remained and it was apparent that accomodating them one at a time would take forever. So, the princess-slut got rolled over onto hands and kneed - her favorite position. This way she could be taken from behind, and service another with her mouth. Her sixth or seventh partner had the good sense to pinch her dangling erect nipples as he thrust into her, causing Daphnia to become so excited that she started pushing her rounded behind back at him, fucking back even as she was fucked.

Meanwhile, her mouth was kept occupied sucking cock after cock. She sucked and laved each erect organ as it was presented to her, sometimes even going so far as to gently probe the slit in the cockhead with her tongue. She would engulf one shaft almost to the hilt and let him cum down her throat. And then be more careful with the next, licking the underside of the head and coaxing out that thick, white cream that she craved. Each time she would look up into the mans' eyes as she played their flutes to perfection. That look from her lust-soaked gaze would cause them to quickly explode in her wet, eager mouth.

But even that could not satisfy the crowd of men, not to mention her own appetites. So, Daphnia took matters into her own hands, instructing her latest lover to lie down so that she could straddle him. This left her mouth open to service another member, and her hands free to stroke a cock in each. Mounted on a hard cock nestled deep in her pussy, another cock pulsing in her mouth, and two more stiff shafts in her hands, Daphnia was in heaven. So much cock, all for her!

But even fucking four men at once, there seemed to be too many for a single elfslut to handle. Some of the impatient men took it upon themselves to begin masturbating as their companions engaged in frenzied intercourse with the delectable pleasure slave before them.

Daphnia had just come from the peak of an orgasm when she felt a hail of hot cum splatter her breasts and shoulders and the sides of her head. She would be annoyed that the men had dared take such liberties with the princess of the realm, except that it just felt so good! So good, in fact, that Daphnia released both cocks she was stroking and began to rub the cum on her shoulders and breasts, pleased at the way it made the golden bronze hue of he skin shimmer with slimy debauchery. She pulled her lips from the cock she was sucking and held it in front of her face with one hand. With her other hand, she scooped a wad of white cream from her hair and wiped it on the top of the swollen head bobbing before her. She found another glob of ejaculate and added it to the first, covering the head of the cock with a collection of creamy cum. Then she pulled the cock into her mouth and sucked and swirled her tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the combined cum like it was nectar.

Watching her consume their seed with such abandon inflamed the men. They began to crowd and shove each other, attempting to be the next one to shoot a load onto her breasts or face. For a moment Daphnia was worried that a fight would break out. She couldn't have that. She hadn't had sex with all of them yet! So, she did the next best thing - divert their attention.

She arched her back, which caused her huge breasts to thrust up and out, exactly as she had intended, and began stroking her mound with one hand. She used her other hand to tweak her cum-covered nipples which were rock-hard. Glancing down, she saw a glob of cum on her breast and in a fit of inspiration, hefted the massive melon up to her mouth where she proceeded to lick the stringy cream. She held her eyes on each of the men remaining, and watched them stroke their stiff rods.

That got their attention, and fast. She continued her impromptu show, licking a breast, fingering herself, and bucking on the floor until she was a wet cum-covered mess, but stopping just short of her own orgasm. She spread her knees wide again and gave her erstwhile audience a pointed look which made her intentions clear. She didn't want to finish herself off, she wanted one of them to do it. Quickly the men were on her again, with one thrusting into her pussy and another tilting her head to the side to push a cock into her mouth. She moaned and squealed in pleasure.

But all good things come to an end. The pace of the orgy turned slower, as the number of males able to perform dwindled. There were few non-magically enhanced men able to keep up with an elfslut, especially one as pent up as her. Daphnia slowed down with her final few lovers, coaxing the last few drops of cum from them with a combination of words and touch.

Their copulation turned slow and purposeful, calling back memories of Tivin and Briva, the gentler of her lovers. It was true, she mused - as the man currently thrusting inside her sitffened and spewed his load deep within - she had gotten experienced enough with sex that she was able to entertain philosophical thoughts while maintaining erotic physical pleasure. Variety really was the spice of life. As much as she enjoyed being taken roughly, she also found slow lovemaking to be very pleasurable in its own way.

Finally, the last man withdrew his cock from the frothy white mess of her pussy, and Daphnia found herself surrounded by a heap of sleeping males. She allowed herself the luxury of a long stretch, which any of the men would have loved to see if they had been awake, and then got to her feet, none the worse for wear. Instead of feeling fatigued at her exertions, the transformed princess felt energized, like she had just woken up from a long nap. In a strange way, all the sex had helped her to process what she had heard a few hours before, and she was now ready to join her family members and plan their next course of action.

But first things first. She would need a bath.

Continued in Chapter 8

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