“So they… they didn’t have sex yet…? Are you sure!?” Princess Francesca sniffs, her eyes all red and puffy from a full night of hopeless crying.
Inside her opulent, apartment-sized room, the teenager remains atop her bed, hugging tightly the pillow she ‘borrowed’ from her unrequited orcish crush… And, right in front of her, stands the trio of devoted assistants.
“Affirmative!” Pink smiles. “They just kissed for a while.”
“Oh…” The princess doesn’t seem much more relieved than before. “Juliette h-had her first kiss before me…” She squeezes even harder on the pillow, burying her small hands into it. “Daddy would rather kiss a gross meathead like her than me…!?”
“W-well, uh, you know how it is…” The succubus nervously rubs the back of her neck. “But don’t worry, soon you’ll be able to do any lewd thing you want to him! And no one will have to be executed, yay!”
The ginger teen deeply sighs, taking a moment to rub her teary eyes and try to calm her angst. “Hmph… I assume you finally have a plan, then…?”
“Uh, y-yeah… yeah, of course…! Right, girls?” Pink has no plan at all. She throws glances at her companions, searching for complicity. Nova simply groans and facepalms, while Morgana, with her mind clearly somewhere else, remains frozen in place, her body almost vibrating in faltering restraint as her gaze stays fixed on the tiny little princess.
“I… I just… I can’t hold it in anymore! I know yer a mature adult lady, but yer so cuuute! Me motherly instincts are goin’ crazy!” The towering, red-skinned ogre exclaims, excitedly bouncing up and down on the spot before rushing towards Francesca and tenderly pinching her rosy cheeks. “I want to buy ya dresses, brush yer hair, read ya bedtime stories. Ahhh, blimey, yer so adorableee~!”
Pink and Nova alarmedly look at each other. “Wha- What the hell are you doing!? Stop that! D-don’t touch me, y-you CREEP!” The princess shrieks, using all of her limbs to try and push the affectionate, motherly woman off, managing to angrily smack her right in the middle of the forehead and finally get her to stumble back.
“W-waah, sorry, luv! I… I don’t know what got into me…” Morgana stammers as she exits her trance, embarrassment and fear all over her expression. “I’m so sorry… Yer as cute as a button, reminded me of Sarah…”
“Sarah!? Who is that, your gay lover!? Stupid disgusting creepy lesbian!” Francesca furiously squeaks, locks of her long ginger hair messily tousled across her reddened face. “Don’t you dare come close to me again, understand!? I’ll murder you!” She threatens, resuming to shield herself with the stolen pillow.
The ogre nods her head as hard and fast as possible, causing her messy ponytail to swing around, before deciding to submissively maintain her gaze down on the floor. An uncomfortable silence forms in the air…
“Okaaay, so….” Pink finally dispels it by clearing her throat, warily hugging Morgana’s thigh close in an attempt to keep her from doing anything else. “My plan… well, I guess I can paralyze the big guy with a potion and you can like, rape him or something. Sounds good?”
“T-that’s it!? That’s your plan!?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I don’t want to rape him, retard! I-I want us to make love… and then he’ll realize that I’m the perfect woman a-and he will marry me instantly…” She pouts, twirling her orange hair around her fingers. “I’m the princess and I want him, so I’ll obviously have him sooner or later… B-but I’ll rather it be sooner, so why don’t you stupid sluts just let him know that I am an adult already!?”
“That wouldn’t work, Princess. After all your… uh, ‘insistence’, he would surely realize that you ordered us to do it, he is not *that* dense.” Nova uses her index finger to push her glasses up, sighing deeply. “If I may, I think I have a plan that kind of-“
A cute plushie of a dog is suddenly thrown at the elf, hitting her in the middle of the face and interrupting her speech. “No, you may not! No one gave you permission to speak, elf!” Francesca explodes in pure anger, building up to a rant. “In fact, I don’t even know why I let YOU enter my room… Ugh, I just hate you so much it’s unreal! If you are married to him, then why does he have sex with other women!? Pathetic! You must be a terrible wife! When Daddy divorces your ass and marries me instead I will satisfy his every need, he won’t even think of looking at another girl ever again.”
“…Is that so…?” Nova grumbles between gritted teeth, clenching her fists as tightly as possible. Mimicking Morgana at simply staring at the floor in an effort to prevent anything problematic from exiting her mouth.
“Succubus! More ideas, now!”
“Oh, uh… let’s see…” Pink scratches her chin, the only one of the three girls that seems to have not completely awakened the princess’ ire yet. “Maybe seduce him?”
“Are you kidding? That’s what I’ve been trying to do since I met him.”
“Y-yeah, but… maybe I can give you some tips? Little Pink is quite a seductress if you haven’t noticed yet, dude~.” She smugly smirks.
The princess stares her down in silence for a pair of seconds, then groans in annoyance and stands up from her bed. “Whatever…” She rolls her eyes, crossing her slender arms over her flat chest.
“Nice! So, first… about the way you dress, don’t you have something more… mature? Maybe less frilly?”
“Are you calling my dresses childish!?”
“Uh, of course not. I just… uh, look at what I do!” She tries to change the subject, clasping her hands behind her back, pushing her huge chest forth and idly shifting her weight from one foot to the other in repeat, showing off the ratio of distance between her waist and her wide hips with every movement. “See this pose? Guys go absolutely crazy with this. You can show off your hips and your titties at the same time! You are… kinda lacking in the chest department, but itty bitties can be pretty hot too.”
Incredulous, the princess attempts to do the pose, locking her arms behind her torso and swinging her hips from side to side. The display of her slender ballerina body maybe not as sensual as the one of the shortstack built for fucking, yet pretty enticing nonetheless. “This is ridiculous.” She sighs.
“No, trust me! If I had a cock, I would be rock hard already.” Pink encourages her. “Also, don’t tilt your head all the way upwards to look at him, it’s way hotter if you look through your eyelashes… And push your lips out a little bit more, make them all plump and kissable.” The succubus indicates and the teen tries to follow to the best of her abilities. “There we go, perfect! Oh-hoho, rock fucking hard, I tell you~.”
“Ew, stop saying that!”
“…Oh, right, your voice…”
“What about my voice!?”
“Uh, say this: ‘Do you want to fill my little pussy to the brim, Daddy~?’.”
Francesca’s emerald eyes widen, her lower lip trembling. She hesitates for almost a minute before the phrase finally leaves her mouth. “D-do you… Do you want to fill my little pussy to the brim, Daddy?”
“Yeah, that won’t do… Try to sound less squeaky now, make your voice deeper and breathier.”
“Bleh…” She takes a moment to try and lower the cadence and the tone of her voice. “Do you want… to fill my little pussy… to the brim, Daddy?” She struggles to speak, almost choking as she tries to stifle her squeakiness.
“…uhuhu…” Pink isn’t able to hold back a little chuckle, her hand quickly moving upwards to hide her lips.
“D-did you just…!?” Francesca is just about to lash out at the little succubus with all her fury, yet she is suddenly interrupted by a pair of impertinent knocks against the door of her bedroom.
“Hey, open up!” Comes the voice of the orc ambassador from the other side, accompanied by more insistent pounding. “Open up, I need something!”
“Waaaaah, it’s him! H-how do I look!?” She hurries to try and fix her hair and clothes, not even letting her guests answer her question as she starts desperately pushing them toward her huge wardrobe. “Hurry up, hide!”
The trio of different-sized girls are rudely squeezed into the piece of furniture, then trapped in the pitch dark among the soft clothes inside when she shuts it close… Extremely nervous, the little princess takes a second to breathe and prepare herself, before slowly walking towards the entrance of her bedroom, and finally opening it.
Orok towers over her, carrying the box of wine he stole from Grace under his thick arm. “Finally! Hey, I need-” He starts speaking, yet interrupts himself as he gets a good look at the princess, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow. “W-what the fuck are you doing?”
“Nothing~.” She coquettishly says, trying to sound seductive and not like a squeaky toy. She keeps her hands back and sways her hips from left to right like the succubus taught her, yet her utter nervousness causes her movements to appear far too rapid to be considered sexy, looking ridiculous instead. “Do you want to fill my- ACK! KHOGH KHOGH! GAGGGHHKK! KHOGH KHOGH!” Her throat isn’t able to keep resisting the farce, she loudly chokes on her own saliva, spluttering, gagging, and gasping for air.
“Ugh… There, there…” He grunts in annoyance, slapping her back. “Are you okay?”
“Um… y-yes, I’m okay…” She softly mumbles the moment she is finally able to stop coughing her lungs out, beet red from embarrassment. “T-thank you…”
“Good… Now give me money!”
“W-what?” Francesca widens her green eyes.
“Money. Cash. Golden coins.” The orc does an illustrative gesture with his hand, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers. “I need money and you probably have lots of it, so be a good girl and give it to me! Gahahaha.”
“O-oh! Yes Daddy, of course!” She instantly perks up, a huge, cheerful smile forming on her lips at the sole thought of serving her dearest darling and future husband. “Please come in!” She says, her tiny feet tapping against the floor as she scurries to her bedside cabinet and opens one of its drawers.
“Fine. But I’m not going to stay.” He grunts, hesitantly entering the luxurious bedroom and closing the door behind him, leaving the box of expensive, aphrodisiac wine on the floor. “Also, you should carry this to my room for me. I’m a very busy orc, I can’t lose time with that.”
“Yes, Daddy~!” She sings again in ecstasy, grabbing a femininely decorated, white-colored, bulging bag of golden coins and returning to him. “Here you go! My allowance.” She presents the purse with both hands and reverentially lowers her head.
“Gaha, don’t mind if I do!” He snatches the money in a brutish way and shoves it into his pocket. He then turns around to promptly walk away, yet stops himself, facing the young girl once again with a thoughtful expression. “Hey.”
” ♡♡ Y-YES~!? ♡♡ ” She asks, utterly hopeful for any kind of lewd proposition. Her hands clasp together like she was praying, her hips resume wiggling from side to side on their own at max speed, her eyelashes flutter in expectation…
“You dance, right? Do you have an instructor? I need some of my girls trained to dance properly.”
“Ah…” The disappointed princess deflates like a balloon. “Yeah… I’ll talk to her…”
“Alright, you do that! Bye, kiddo.” He gives her head one single pat before rapidly disappearing from the room.
“I-I’m not a… UGH!” Francesca furiously stomps his foot against the floor, marching towards her wardrobe and violently opening it. “I did exactly what you told me and it didn’t work! You three bitches are USELESS!”
The trio stumbles out of the confined space, gasping for fresh air as the girl immediately continues berating them. Her exasperating, degrading monologue going on and on until it’s completely unbearable…
“You know what? I would be doing the world a favor getting rid of you… Would be doing Daddy a favor too! Why would he want a group of ugly, dumb lesbians like you, when he can have me all for himself!?”
Nova, on the brink of mental shutdown, feels her attention starting to drift towards the crate of fancy wine still lying on the floor… And after a couple of seconds, and without thinking it over too much, she decides to approach it, casually stepping away from the princess’ frustrated reprimand. “Hey, is this safe to drink?” She directs her blunt question at the succubus, outright ignoring the orange-haired teenager.
Francesca, dumbfounded at being so crudely interrupted, seems to suddenly fall silent as she stares at the elf with an utterly offended expression. “Uh…” Pink cast a quick glance at her, then at the defiant elf. “Sure Nov-Nov, the aphrodisiac in there has probably lost its effects already. Most you’ll feel is a little buzz between your legs.”
“Thanks.” She simply says as she squats down, grabs a bottle, carelessly opens it with her teeth, and then promptly starts gulping down the sweet, expensive dark-red liquid.
“Wh-What are you…!? HEY, you knife-eared whore! Come back here right now, I was talking! I’m Princess Francesca of Malena, you can’t just-“
“Shut the fuck up.”
Pink and Morgana loudly gasp. The facial expression of the princess quickly morphs from the one of an arrogant, enraged aristocrat into the one of a confused little puppy who has just been kicked. “W-what…? Y-you…”
The elf grunts, continuing to drink until the bottle is half-empty. She then stands up again, wipes her wet mouth with her forearm, and starts walking towards the stunned princess, sending chills down her spine with every click of her heels against the floor, getting closer and closer until she is right in front of her, intensely observing her big green eyes.
“Y-y-you can’t…”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She sharply orders again, moving her face close to the girl’s, until her noses press one against the other and their lips are just mere inches away from meeting. The princess’ heart flutters, violently bouncing against her chest… “You want to get fucked by *my* husband?”
Francesca’s whole body tingles, wincing as the alcohol in the elf’s breath reaches her nostrils. Almost a whole minute passes before, without uttering another word, she just meekly nods her head.
“Of course you do.” Nova huffs. “Stupid little spoiled brat who always got whatever the hell you wanted… Your father never said no to you, huh? That’s where those weird daddy issues of yours come from? You crave to be put in your place…?”
Francesca begs for the cruelest of things to exit her pink lips. Yet nothing is able to come out, nothing else besides soft yelps and whimpers. She feels tiny and powerless under the pointy-eared mistress looming over her. “…uuu…” She mumbles, her teary emerald eyes wide as plates.
“By the goddess, you really are pathetic.” Nova says, the strong word sending what feels like electric shocks all across the teen princess. “Fine. I’ll let you get fucked by MY husband… We’ll follow MY plan, and after it’s finished, you shall never bother us with those ridiculous demands of yours again. Understand?”
The ginger nods again, one single time. Like in an out-of-body experience, she is able to visualize herself in all her pitiful state in front of the bossy elf, yet she is unable to do something about it that isn’t just yielding. It’s now the second time this has happened with a woman, and it feels… It feels just as addictive as with her orc beloved… but… but…
“Good girl.” Nova mockingly praises her, before finally taking a step back and moving towards the crate of wine, grabbing it under her arm and taking a swig from a second bottle. “Okay, I’m done. Let’s go, you two.” She commands the pair of women who limited themselves to watch slack-jawed, then starts calmly leaving the room.
“U-uh, aight! Cheers, luv, ‘ave a n-nice day!” Morgana hurriedly exclaims, bowing her head a couple of times before escaping. “Yeah, we’ll… uh… we’ll keep in contact, dude. Bye!” Follows Pink, sprinting as fast as her short, thick legs let her and promptly disappearing along with the ogre.
Now alone. Silent. Trembling like a leaf… Francesca still struggles to form coherent sentences. “T-that… that… Uuuggghhh!” She groans in despair, rapidly throwing herself onto her bed, burying her entire face into her pillow, and sliding her manicured hand inside her soaking wet panties, desperately trying to mitigate the overwhelming rush of hormones assaulting her brain the only way she knows how.
