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A naïve princess | WaterMage | 16

 

Liandra – yes, she was sure she was Liandra… wasn’t she? – took a step back in shock, her mind in chaos. Before she could decide what to do, strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Hello, Altima,” Nariel’s voice said in her ear. Liandra had no way to know he had been watching, no way to know he did not believe she was a rangeress – how could she, when she half believed it herself?

In any case, the elf didn’t wait for her response, instead running a teasing finger down her swollen, sensitive pussy lips. “You know, what Calcifer and I really like about you traveling with us… is having you as our bitch. You claim you don’t want it, but all we have to do is get a bit rough and you start moaning like a copper-piece whore in heat.” His other hand squeezed roughly on her breast. This, and his harsh words, sent pleasure shooting through Liandra. She wondered if Altima’s perverse lusts had come with her body – or if she herself desired to be raped and dominated.

“It would be tiresome to have a more priggish associate,” Nariel continued, his voice low and cruel and hypnotic, “One who demanded love and modesty before she’d spread her legs, rather than someone who we can just grab, bend over, and rape in the middle of our camp for anyone to see.”

The hand between her legs reached down and guided his manhood into her sopping wet pussy. A shot of fear went through her at the thought of losing her virginity, but Nariel’s cock slid into her easily. Of course, Altima was no virgin – far from it. Her trained cunt was tight but accepting. Nariel’s cock was slenderer than Roderik’s, but longer. Liandra moaned as she felt a man begin to piston into her for the first time.

“FUCK MY SLUTTY ROYAL ASS!” came a cry from in front of them, and Liandra look up. She saw that the princess – no, Altima – was on all fours, and Rodrik was indeed poised to drive his cock into her tight rear passage.

“The princess has turned out to be quite a whore, hasn’t she?” Nariel said, smiling, but not breaking the pace of his thrusts. “She’s looking like almost as much of a wanton fuckslut as you. When she’s exhausted the guardsman, I may take her myself. Which reminds me, I believe I have just won our bet as to how long it would take her to be moaning and begging for cock.”

He thrust into her hard, making his dazed plaything whimper from shock and lust. “Which means,” he added, “you must perform a task for me. I have one for you to do tonight, a bit further into the woods. Given your… tendencies, you’ll enjoy it.”

 

will liandra agree to do these tasks? will she remember who she really is?


          The task

 
 
 

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