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by Mythos

A tale of love or lechery between a fair princess and her voyeuristic fool in the lost lands of the thrice-tenth kingdom.

You must be 18 years or older to read this story. It contains strong to extreme sexual contentstrong to extreme sexual content, depending on your story choices, though no characters under the age of 18 are ever portrayed in sexual scenarios, regardless of how you play.

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On your way back through the jungle, Euna gathers reeds.

"What are those for?" you ask.

"You'll see." By the time you get back, she has quite an armload.

You and Euna set to work cleaning the altar area up. You replace the missing stones in the firepit. Once you get a fire started, you retreat down the hill a short ways to see how visible it is from below. There is only the faintest glow, and you're still quite close.

Meanwhile, Euna cleans dead plant matter and loose stone out the alcove. Afterward, she tries to weave something out of the jungle reeds. After twenty minutes of effort, all she has to show is a pile of bent reeds.

"Damn," she mutters. "This is impossible."

"What is it supposed to be?"

"I'm trying to make curtains."

"For your sleeping privacy?"

"Yes, but for the life of me, these reeds will not weave together like they're supposed to."

"Supposed to? Is this from your survival book?"

This causes her pause. With a huff, she tosses them away. "That book was useless. If I had it now, it'd be more useful as kindling."

"Why are you starting with curtains?"

"What in heavens else am I supposed to make?"

You shrug. "Bedding, maybe? So we're not sleeping on rock?"

Blinking, she looks around at the solid rock floor encompassing the altar site, then slumps her head. "That would have been a better idea, wouldn't it? We're lost in a foreign land, and I'm here wasting my time with Nimic sensibilities again."

You laugh. "Don't worry. There's always tomorrow. Just use your cloak as a pillow for tonight. Won't be great, but it's something."

"What about you?"

"I'll live."

You both prepare dinner. Using small rock slabs as plates, you eat before the fire pit and talk about each others pasts. You tell a few anecdotes and make a few jokes from your old fool routines. Some are quite crude, but she laughs at them, even if some cause her to blush.

You arrive back at the camp.

While you start a fire and prepare dinner, Euna tries using reeds again to make furniture. What she has in her hands is coming apart the more she works with it.

"This is impossible!" she growls. She throws it to the ground and looks up. "I'm sorry. Another night upon rocks."

"It's all right," you say. "Food is ready."

You sit together and eat while enjoying the fire.

Back at the altar, while you prepare dinner, Euna refurbishes the altar site. She cleans pots and pans, then uses them to boil linens and bedding. After hanging them out to dry, she hangs a tarp before the alcove entrance for privacy. By the time you're done, the site has much improved. She's even built a bedding with a pair of lumpy pillows.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"It's beginning to look like a home."

"I wish we could go back for more. So much of Lanx's junk was perfectly good. It just needed a hammering." She removes some linens and sniffs them. "or a beastly cleaning. But tonight, we're going to eat a proper dinner with plates and cutlery. They're all chipped, or missing a tine or two, but they're honest to heavens silverware."

And so you dine. During which, you share stories and pleasantries.

You awake to find Euna struggling through dry bramble along the incline below the camp site. She excricates herself just as you approach, and she has in her hand a wooden shaft.

"What have you got?" you ask.

"I'm not sure, but I saw it glimmering in the sun. I think it's some kind of pestle."

It's a polished wooden tool covered in archaic etchings. One end is wide and ends in a blunt, rounded tip. It tapers slowly along its length to a handle. On the end of that handle is a carved-in ring perhaps used to hang it up, and just beneath that ring is a ornamental bronze band. It's tarnished green, but a little bit of luster remains.

It might be a pestle. However, the grinding end, though smooth, has a slit along its tip like a man's penis. And the tip is ridged, just like the crown of a dick. And it's length has even a few "veins" texturing it right alongside the strange runic symbols.

"It must have belonged to whoever built this site," she says. "Rather racy, don't you think?"

Euna is still gone once you've finished your breakfast. You're left with some time on your hands with nothing to do with except to wander about the altar site. As you walk the perimeter, something catches your eye. Digging through the nearby underbrush, you uncover something.

It's a polished wooden tool covered in archaic etchings. One end is wide and ends in a blunt, rounded tip. It tapers slowly along its length to a handle. On the end of that handle is a carved-in ring perhaps used to hang it up, and just beneath that ring is a ornamental bronze band. It's tarnished green, but a little bit of luster remains.

It might be a pestle. However, the grinding end, though smooth, has a slit along its tip like a man's penis. And the tip is ridged, just like the crown of a dick. And it's length has even a few "veins" texturing it right alongside the strange runic symbols.

You're still studying it when Euna returns.

"What's that?" she asks. Her hair is wet, her skin damp.

"I found it just in the earth there."

She scrutinizes it. "What is it? A pestle?"

"That's my guess."

"It must have belonged to whoever built this site," she says. "It's rather obsene, isn't it? Certainly the work of idol worshippers."

"Why not?" she says. "We haven't the mortar to go with it, but I'm sure we'll find some use for this thing. Hmm?" Euna gives you a suggestive glance as she takes it from you.

She stashes it into your pack. "Let's, get moving, shall we?"

Runic Pestle added to inventory

"I agree," Euna says. "And I think I know just where to put it."

"Very well. If you think that's best. Allow me."

"Are you daft?" she asks. "Why would we keep such a horrid thing? It's a product of idol worshippers used in Lord-knows-what practices. And those runes speak of old magics. It could be dangerous."

"I hardly think so."

"Well, I hardly think it's worth risk keeping it around. Give it here. I know just where we should put it."

"Not sure," Euna replies. "Idol worshippers believed in shamanism and fetish worship. These might be runes of their old magics. Most likely just superstition, but some of those worshippers got into some dark arts."

"Ah, I see. A magic pestle."

"Silly. These markings are probably just a common blessing or warding. Still, it's best not to dabble in such things."

"Maybe..." she says. "It's a little big for that, don't you think?" She reaches to wrap her finger and thumb around the end. Though she can't quite bring herself to touch the thing, it's clear the end would be too wide for her to do so. She wraps her finger and thumb around the end. Her fingers don't quite touch. The blunt tip is as wide as a beer bottle. "I imagine it's just a pestle. Idol worshippers often added sexual imagery to many of their belongings. Weapons, statues, paintings... Everything, really."

"I don't know. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to use this as a toy," you say.

She rolls her eyes at your wordplay. "Perhaps it was dual purpose. Lord knows those people were sex-obsessed. Who's to say they didn't use their tools in such ways?"

With her finger and thumb, she daintily picks it up by its ring and carries it as though holding smelly laundry. She takes it by the handle. At the south precipice of the camp site, she makes a wide underhanded toss and sends the tool soaring from the mountain. Seconds later come a few feint knocks as it bounces against stone, and then nothing.

She comes back wiping her hands. "There. Now let's get going."

When you awake, Euna is already up and about. She is rummaging through the junk Lanx and Fira donated.

She notices you as you approach.

"Life here is going to be so much better," she says. She removes a tarnished and dented kettle. "I can finally make some tea. Oh, but we still have so much work to do to fix this junk."

"Right now?"

"No. I suppose not. We must use the daylight while we can." Setting down the kettle, she indicates to your breakfast. "Eat."

"Very well," you say.

She heads off to bathe.

You awake upon the bedding. The pillows and reed-stuffed sheets are lumpy, and they have a funny smell, but they're certainly better than rock.

Euna is about further fixing up collected junk. When you approach, she puts her work down and points to a plate set by the fire pit. "Your breakfast is ready. There is no rush."

"Thank you."

She heads off to bathe.

"You're just saying that because you're a pervert."

"You still look good though. Your legs are too attractive to be hidden."

"To you, perhaps. But you're no stranger to showing your calfs... and other parts. However, I feel rather exposed."

"You shouldn't. You have lovely legs."

Your comment makes her blush. "I'm just doing this to be practical," she says, but then she gives a quick twirl. Her skirt fans out, and you get a glance of her thighs.

"That's what I was thinking. My petticoat was catching on every piece of bramble before. Not to mention the heat."

She takes a few more strides, testing how well she can walk now. It seems to satisfy her.

Sitting down, she put her calf-length boots on. They're plainly visible now.

Fully dressed, Euna looks herself over. Her attention comes to her billowy chemise sleeves which come down to her wrists. "These look a little strange now, don't they?" Taking up the stone, she tries to cut at the chemise by her shoulder. It's awkward work.

"Would you help me?"

"Sure." You take the stone. "Where do you want me to cut?"

"Right here." She points at a seem near her neck. You carefully carve away at the chemise, leaving only a thin strap of silk passing over her shoulder. You do the same to the other sleeve.

"There we go," she says, picking away loose threads. "I'm all set for the weather."

You look over her exposed arms and calves.

She smirks. "Watch your eyes, Fool."

"It's hard not to stare, Your Highness."

"Shame on you." She chides, then nods towards the fire pit. Food has been laid out. "I've made you breakfast. I'll return shortly."

"There we go," she says, "I'm all set for the weather."

"Almost." You pick away loose threads long the straps. Your fingers run along her shoulders and close to her breasts. Euna's eyes are on you as you work.

"There," you say. "All set."

Euna looks herself over and nods in approval. "You missed your calling as a lady in waiting."

"I'm far too misbehaved for that."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She nods toward the fire pit. "I've put out breakfast. I'll return shortly."

You awake to the sound of tearing fabric. Euna is hunched over by the fire pit. You come around to find she's torn her skirt just above the knee. With a jagged rock, she's slowly cutting it all the way around.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Dispensing with another of my aunt's silly customs. This jungle is no place for conservative wear. I could hardly escape that monster before because of my clothes." Once she cuts the length off, she stands and steps out of the loop of fabric. Her skirt now comes down to her knees, but her chemise still reaches her calfs.

"I suppose I need to shorten that as well." Sitting, she cuts her chemise with the stone. Her feet and calves come into view. With that strip removed, she stands, picks away errant threads, then tests the clothing by taking a few long strides.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"Looks great."

"That should be much more practical."

You explore the mountain clefts. Many have streams which feed the river. Thorny bramble covers many rock faces, and small black berries grown among it. You pick one, smell it, and eat it. It tastes sweet and a little bitter. For safety, you only eat one for now and collect the rest. The thorns cut your hands, but soon you've filled your shirt.

You climb a boulder to fetch berries and spot a hidden clearing nestled along the mountain ledge. There's a strange obelisk here, with stones set around it. It tapers near the bottom. The top has a concave depression, as though it were a long, narrow bowl, or pestle.

The mountain wall here caves inward, creating a shallow overhang that a few people could fit under. This place used to be a camp.

Nearby, a set of rock steps lead downward. You follow them. They switchback down the mountain. At the bottom, it disappears into a dense pack of bramble, which you carefully crawl through.

Euna is at the waterfall, looking up the mountain. She doesn't see you approach.

"Hello," you say.

She startles. "Where did you come from?"

"There's a path over there which leads up." You point, but the walkway is completely invisible behind the bramble. In fact, there's no sign of the path at all. "...a well hidden path," you add.

"Hmm," she says.

"Did you?"

"Yes. Well hidden. There's some kind of obelisk there too."

"Was anyone there?"

"No. It doesn't look like anyone has been there in ages."

She stares dubiously at the pile in your shirt. "How do you know they're not poisonous?"

"I ate one a while ago, and I feel fine."

"That was dumb of you." Carefully, she picks one up, inspects it, then pops it in her mouth. "They taste like mulberries. I suppose they'll have to do. You've twiddled away the afternoon up there. We should get back."

Return to camp.

To the east, the rocky mountain range continues to the shore. What looks like a flag pole is peeking out from behind the ridges where the mountains meets the ocean. Unfortunately you don't see how to get there.

The waterfall is nearly sixty feet tall, and the rocks around it are slick with damp moss, but nearby the terrain looks climbable. You step upon the rock face.

"Stop," Euna says. "Do you honestly think I can go climbing dressed like this?" She gestures to her skirt.

"Just hike it up."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? No."Absolutely not. I'm not a shameless woman like you. I won't climb."

"Then wait here. I won't be long."

"Why go at all? Why should there be any food up there?"

"There might not be, but I'll be able to look around up there. Maybe we can get a lay of the land."

"Fine. Don't be long."

You scurry up the mountain. It's hard work, but climbing has always been a talent of yours, and after months of sitting idle aboard a prison ship, it feels good.

Soon, the cliffside plateaus. You're at the top of the waterfall now, putting you far above the tree line. There are several clefts to explore, and a ledge that's perfect for scouting.

Craning about, you try to peer higher up into the mountains above the white marble city.

Atop the tallest peak is a keep of black stone, far removed from the white-walled city below both in distance and in design. This keep is menacing and uninviting. It's spires end in sharp points. It's walls are defensible and nestled within the mountain as though avoiding public eye.

Whatever keep that is, you can't see how to reach it. The mountains around it are too steep to climb.

To the west, a city made of glimmering white marble is nestled against the mountain. A tall palace sits upon it's most northern point.

The place looks like it might be a good place to go, except that there's a massive marble wall surrounding the city on all sides not against the mountain. Getting in might be tricky.

"No," she says. "We should stay by the ocean in case a boat comes. Besides, what if that place isn't really deserted? It could belong to idol worshipers. That's the last thing we need."

"Okay."

Her arguments are nonsense, but there's no point in arguing. She's made up her mind.

"You want to go up there again?" she asks.

"There are plenty more berries."

"Very well. So long as we use this hidden path of yours."

You locate the brambles hiding the mountain path. Euna requires significant help getting through. Her skirt and chemise sleeves constantly snags on thorns. Once through, it still takes her an exorbitantly long time to hike up the trail. Her clothing restricts her legs.

At the top, you work together to collect berries. Once again, however, her long skirt prevents her from scaling boulders, so you end up doing most of the picking while she carries the collection.

The walk back down the mountain takes longer since she's carrying berries in her bunched up skirt.

"That was exhausting," she says once you're both past the brambles.

It wasn't. It was just slow going because of her conservative attire, but you agree.

"Shall we head back?" you say.

"Might as well. It's getting late."

Return to camp.

"Why not? I'll only take a minute."

"So you're a little dirty. Who cares?"

"I reek."

"Hardly. That's just your royal nose. Not even nobles bathe every day."

"Hmm. Is this truly for my own good? Or is this a perverted desire of yours to see me wallowing in my own uncleanliness?"

"Maybe. ...or maybe it'll do you good to get comfortable with a little mess."

"Very well," she says. "I leave my hygene in your hands. I won't bathe whenever you tell me to."

"I have no problem at all," she says. "Let's make it a challenge. Why don't we see just how dirty I can become?"

"Then it's settled," you reply.

She sits. "Enjoy your breakfast while it's hot."

"Am I not filthy enough for you yet?"

"No, not yet."

Euna surveys herself. "Very well, I'll go another day without bathing." She sits. "And you need to get up to your usual dirty antics with me. I've been messier than this at the convent. I'm hardly proving anything in this state."

In time, you're both ready to head out.

"Skip my bath? Again? Surely I've demonstrated by now that I'm no longer obsessed with cleanliness."

"If you were, you wouldn't want to go bathing now, would you?"

"I'm not bathing for my benefit. I'm bathing for your sake."

"Mine?"

"I'm an absolute mess. You don't want to be around me."

"You're fine just the way you are."

"Of course you'd say that," she replies. "You're a pervertshameless hussie."

"It doesn't make it any less true. You should be proud of your own scent. It's far more arousing than any flower."

She smells herself. "You may have a point. I will admit I do enjoy the smell of your sweat after a long day's walking. There's something alluring about it in a masculine way. It stands to reason that my own musk is an aphrodisiac."

"Of course it is."

"To you maybe. I find it quite hard to forget that my breasts are covered in dried semen."

"You mean you find it quite hard to forget how you used your tits for sex?"

"Hmm... I suppose when you put it that way. This has been keeping sex on my mind more. I'm sure you like that idea."

"Of course I do."

"I care. What kind of woman walks around with cum on her face?"

"A truly wanton woman," you say, "who doesn't care one bit what people think of her sexual appetite."

"Hmm. So it's a matter of pride, is it? It's part of embracing being a strumpet."

"Exactly. Wear your stains with pride."

"You like that smell, do you? A smell that announces to all other women that I've had my face buried in another woman's flower?"

"Now they'll know what your face is good for."

"Yes. They'll know what brinks of pleasure you can bring them to."

"I suppose it is fitting in its own way," she says.

"I think so."

"So I did," she says.

"And it didn't bother you at all, did it?"

She tries not to grin. "I may have enjoyed behaving like a proud lady, all the while I'm bathed in urine."

"Think of all the nobles who'd kiss your hand."

"Or the commoners who'd lust after my skin..."

"Sounds like you've no need at all to wash then."

She tries not to grin. "I... might have enjoyed the thought of being marked by you."

"Like a dog's territory," you reply.

"Prove it." Euna rests a hand on the back of your head and pulls you closer.

The stench is overwhelming, and her crotch emits a baking heat you can feel against your cheeks. Those first few licks are filled with slime and pungent flavor.

Euna grinds a little to mark your face with her stench. After her first few trembles, she backs off. Your face is marked with her mess.

"Hmm," she says. "You really do like my bouquet of flavor. Good to know."

"Everyone would."

"Really?" Euna runs a finger along her slit and examines the accumulation she collects.

"You don't realize how intoxicating your smell can be. It's only ripened by time."

"Hmm." She sniffs and licks her fingers. "It is certainly strong. Musky I suppose. I think I see why some might like it."

"It's good you finally see it that way."

"I don't know how effective that method will be," she says, "but I'm willing to give it a chance. But it will only make it look more used."

"So? It's an honest look."

"Oh? A used look for a used hole?" she ponders this. "It does advertise my predilections quite aptly, doesn't it?"

"And it shows people you like anal fucking too."

She smiles at you patiently. "Then I'll learn to embrace it. For you."

"Good."

Euna kneels over you, and brings with her a warm smell of sweat. "Have you truly sampled the ripeness beneath my arms?" She lifts her arm high and moves to put her armpit just inches from your nose. Beads of sweat have run down her sides. The smell is strong, but not a reek like she described.

"Your smell is as beautiful as you are."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"And what about this?" Euna scoops her tits out from her bodice. "Feel." Taking your hand she has you feel the valley of her tits. An invisible layer of crust flakes off. "That seed is still there. It hasn't gone away."

"It's hardly noticeable."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"What about this?" Euna leans her face toward you.

There are encrusted flakes on Euna's cheek, nose, and chin. It's dried cum.

"You can't tell me that isn't noticeable," she says. "I certainly notice. My skin crinkles whenever I move a muscle in my face."

"Who cares if people stare?"

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"And how about the fact that my face smells like the gusset of a woman's drawers?" she leans close so you smell. "Perhaps you've forgotten, but I've been on the receiving end of a female climax."

Her face does bear the unmistakable reek of a woman's essence.

"I think it makes a most erotic perfume."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"You may also have forgotten that I got doused in urine earlier, and contrary to what you assured me, it does not stop smelling after it's dried." She holds her arm under your nose. There is a faint pungent odor.

"...and yet you wore that smell all day and nobody noticed."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"Perhaps you'll feel differently about this." She lifts her skirt to reveal her snatch. It's an encrusted mess of congealed cum. The pungent vaginal smell is near overwhelming.

"Do you see all that mess? I haven't bathed since I last had sex. That includes the horses I laid with. My flower smells like a barn. Not to mention the hours of hiking we do through the jungle. What do you think of this?" She spreads her lips to show the inside pink. "I've been walking around with a stranger's cum inside of me."

"There are people who'd love to bury their face in a pussy as messy as that."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"And this?" She spins, revealing her ass to you. It's puffy, and encrusted cum covers the rim. A line of it traces down her crack and to her thigh. "Perhaps you've forgotten my recent act of sodomy? I'm actually beginning to itch."

"Learn to scratch that itch with more sodomy."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"Then it's settled," she sits. "I will not bathe."

"Just like that?"

"Like I said. It was for your sake that I would bathe. For me, I finding it quite liberating not to fret over cleanliness."

"You've come a long way from your Nimic belief that cleanliness is a virtue."

"Maybe that's part of the reason. All those years I used to scrub my skin pink and hide my scent as though it were my shame. If I'm truly going to explore my sexuality, then I must be willing to depart from all of those antiquated customs. Maybe one day, if I ever return home, I'll revert to being the clean, flower-scented lady that everyone expects of their tsarivna, but here, I'm... I'm going to live." She nods to herself. "Live like a free woman, unashamed of her body. In fact, I think I may indulge more. Sex is messy. By the Lord is it messy, but that's what makes it so carnal. The raw stink of fluids. The stickiness. The tastes. It's all a part of it. And I'm going to live it."

"Sounds like you'll never bathe again."

"I will. I must still interact with society, mustn't I? But if you say I have no need of cleaning, then I will listen. Now please, enjoy your breakfast. We've a long day ahead of us."

"Of course I will. I must still interact with society, mustn't I? But I think I may allow myself to indulge more. You, of course, will need to tolerate this."

"I will."

"I figured as much," she says. "Now eat your breakfast. We've a long day ahead of us."

She sits and waits for you to finish your breakfast. You both get ready to head out.

"As you wish." She waits patiently as you finish your breakfast.

"Very well. Finish your breakfast so we can head out."

Euna is gone for quite some time. When she does return, she's fully dressed, though her long, golden hair is wet.

"Hmm." Euna takes the razor and eyes it speculatively. "Are you suggesting I should shave my nest?"

"I am."

"...perhaps I will, though I have never shaved before in my life. I'm not sure what to do." She offers the razor to you. "But you do, don't you?"

"I do." You take the razor. She motions for you to come with her to the river.

Once there, she strips down and sits demurely upon a rock in the river, hands covering her crotch. When you kneel before her, she shyly spreads her legs. "You will be careful, won't you?"

Euna holds her breath as you slide the blade along her labia. With the utmost care, you trim down her pubic mound, taking away clumps of hair. The blade acts no differently than any well-sharpened razor, though as Lanx said, it needs only water to slide smoothly.

"Turn over," you say.

She does so, and bends to present herself to you. You shave away the little hairs lining her anus, and then scan around, nicking away any errant hairs.

"I've never shaved it before in my life. I'm not even sure what to do."

"I do, if you want me to show you."

Her eyebrows go up. "You?"

"You don't think a tramp like me is experienced with making her assets presentable? Just because I have a man's equipment doesn't mean I've never trimmed my flowerbird's nest.

"Do you think I wore those scandalous leotards back home without shaving? My own bird's nest would have been sticking out the sides."

"Hmm. A good point." She motions for you to come with her to the river.

Once there, you strip down and wade to splash water on your own pubic. Even after months as prisoner aboard the ship, it's fairly modest bush. The blade acts no differently from any well-sharpened razor. As Lanx said, it needs only water to slide smoothly.

Soon, you're hairless from navel to rose. "Now are you ready?" you ask.

Euna strips down and sits demurely upon a rock in the river, hands covering her crotch. When you kneel before her, she shyly spreads her legs. "You will be careful, won't you?"

Euna holds her breath as you slide the blade along her labia. With the utmost care, you trim down her pubic mound, taking away clumps of hair.

"Turn over," you say.

She does so, and bends to present herself. You shave away the little hairs lining her anus, just as you did for yourself, and then scan around, nicking away any errant hairs.

She gazes at you at while, then rises. "We'll see. But we won't get back if we sit around all day. Let us hunt for food."

"You're not going to bathe?"

"I bathed before you woke." Suspicion comes over her. "Why do you care?"

"Just wondering."

"Sure," she says. "Let's go."

"I bathed before you woke. Let's go."

You duck out of sight. After listening, she seems to dismiss the noise. Her hand creeps back under the water and she resumes. She's soon gasping again. Her free hand squeezes her breasts.

She pauses long enough to sit back on a river rock. Spreading her thighs, she alternates between rubbing her clit and stabbing her fingers up her snatch. And you can see everything.

She arches her back, her butt lifting from the rock. And she moans in sheer pleasure.

Afterward, she lies on the rock and enjoys the afterglow. Soon, she wades toward her clothes. That's your cue to depart back to camp.

You creep back to camp. Doing so makes a bit of noise, but hopefully she'll think it was some animal.

After waiting, you creep up river. You spot her near a collection of river rocks.

After waiting, you creep along the mountain trail to the river. You find her near the top of the waterfall.

You find her at the river, close to where the water falls, and she just begun.

She's standing nude by the river. Her skin is flawless. Her breasts are pert and large with stiff nipples. The flawless lips of her pussy are visible only in glances as she moves about.A wild patch of fur is between her legs, and smaller, barely visible patches under her arms.

Shivering, she wades into the river and washes her chemise by soaking it and flogging it against a flat rock. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she does this. With that done, she lays it out to dry and begins cleaning herself. She rinses her hair, then her underarms.

And then she becomes more sensual. She spoons handfuls of water over her breasts and tenderly massages it in. She shivers. Her eyes close. Her head rolls from side to side. Soon, her hands sneak under the water and between her legs. She gasps and arches her back. For minutes she rubs herself.

Soon, she cries out in pleasure. She leans back against a rock. After her climax dies down. Euna finishes cleaning between her legs and emerges from the water. You hurry back to camp.

Euna has just finished bathing. She's sunbathing nude upon the sunbaked stone of a large flat rock in the river center.

She holds a large stirring spoon. It's one she commandeered from Lanx's trash pile. The head is stained and cracked, but Euna is more interested in its handle–a long shaft of smooth straight wood.

Leaning back, she plays the spoon up and down her slit for a minute, until her body starts to respond. Then she plays with herself with her other hand. Tilting her head back, she slides the handle of the spoon down her throat.

She quickly gags. After backing off, she tries again.

She's practicing.

Each time she inches the handle down her throat, it goes a little further before her torso contracts and she's forced to back off. While she struggles, she idly plays her other hand over her pussy. Her open palm strums its glistening bald lipsshe runs her fingers through her pubic bush. Her open palm strums her damp, furry lips.

After minutes of this, her progress is slow. Tears run down her cheeks. Strings of drool dribble down her chin. Setting the spoon aside, she rinses her face and wades through the water to her clothes. Shows done. You creep back.

She's practicing her deep-throating technique.

Her throat constricts again and again to dislodge it, yet she lasts nearly five whole seconds before pulling away and gasping. Thick saliva strings from the handle to her lips. The moment she has her composure, she's back at it.

Her determination is astonishing. Tears are in her eyes. Drool drips from her chin. At one point she actually vomits a little, but after rinsing her mouth in the river, she perseveres. And her fingers play her clit all the while.

The final time she tries it, she gets the spoon handle most of the way down her gullet–farther than your own membermost cocks could reach. For a time, her body doesn't spasm, but then it starts. A chain of nonstop retching signals the end of her practice.

She slides the saliva-drenched spoon into her slit and rubs herself to a quick, toe-curling orgasm–perhaps a reward for her progress. Afterward, she wades through the water toward her clothes while you skulk off back to camp.

Though she gags, she holds position until the reaction subsides. Fists clenched, she pushes it farther down her gullet.

A fit of retching overcomes her, yet she refuses to pull the handle from her throat, even as her body convulses. She forces the spoon down until only the head is outside her lips. The tip must be near her stomach. All the while she's strums her clit.

Euna withdraws it and gulps air. The spoon is drenched with saliva, and she coughs up more. Tears stream down her face, but her pride is clear. She shoves the spoon back down her gullet with only an echo of resistance. Up and down it goes, taking its full length. Her palm works franticly over her slit.

She rams the spoon fully down her throat and clamps the bowl with her teeth. She fingers her gash with one hand while squeezes her tits with the other. She climaxes—toes curling, body undulating, and her face skyward with a stirring spoon down her throat. Her body seizes—from pleasure, suffocation, and retching. A minute later, she yanks the spoon from her throat and gasps for air. Coughing and sputtering, she looks near to passing out.

Still, a sly smile is upon her tear-stained face. She's proud of herself. Once she starts rinsing herself in the water, you sneak back to camp.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. She's digging fingers deep into her gash. When she brings them out, she examines them, then sucks them clean. She then goes back to digging.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. She's digging three fingers deep into her gash. Then she brings her fingers before her face and inspects what she pulls out. After rinsing her fingers, she goes back to digging.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. Frowning, she's digging three fingers deep into her gash. Then she brings her fingers before her face and wrinkles her nose at whatever she sees. After rinsing her fingers, she goes back to digging.

It dawns on you. She's pulling out ants. And apparently they got deep. Euna is soon reaching four fingers into her gash, and then she's fisting herself up to her wrist. In and out. In and out, each time bringing out crushed ants until finally she's satisfied.

Next, she rolls onto her side and begins worming into her ass. Two fingers in and out. They're covered in her scum, but also, ants. She sighs and begins her scooping anew. Soon, she's soon working her fist up her own ass. After each time, she tosses aside ants and mess. Each time she withdraws, she examines her fingers and sucks them clean of any ants and scum. Her ass however, doesn't get as much attention, likely because it will pass any remaining ants in time.

After cleaning her hand, Euna begins to bathe in earnest. Show's over it seems.

It looks as though she's just started. Euna has found a section of river near the bank where a tree branch juts over the water. Standing on the bank, she detaches her cloak and drapes it over the branch, creating a curtain between her and downriver. She must think that will hide her, but you're off to the side. The cloak doesn't obscure your vision at all.

She unfastens the laces along the front of her bodice and pulls it off. Next is her skirt.

She's only in a her silk chemise. It conservatively reaches mid calf, but she has spent all morning sweating. It clings to her body, outlining her curves. Her breasts are visible beneath the silk.

Glancing around one last time, Euna pulls the chemise over her head.

Her skin is like cream, with only a few beauty marks along her thighs and breasts. Between her legs she's utterly shaven. The cleft of her bald slit stands out between the gap of her legs. Her underarms are similarly hairless. It seems Nimic nuns make a practice of shaving themselves. Not at all what you would have expected...is a thick mane of dark, blond hair, wild and thick. The pits of her arms have similar, yet daintier tufts of blond hair. It seems Nimic nuns are not accustom to shaving.

Clutching herself, she steps into the water and shivers. Once adjusted, she kneels, submerging most of her body. She pulls her silk chemise into the water and soaks it through. At a large flat stone, she washes the undergarment, first by massaging it against the rock, then by slapping it down. Her breasts jiggle in the most delightful way as she does this.

With her clothes laid out to dry, she focuses on herself. First scrubbing the pits of her arms, and then rinsing her long golden hair. Finally, she focuses between her legs. A lusty wench might teasingly massage the water onto herself. Euna, however, cleans her intimates with as much sensuality of a chef cleaning a plucked chicken.

But in all the times you've spied on her, she's always been that way. A follower of Nim would see touching their genitals as an obligation for hygiene. Touching yourself for pleasure? Blasphemy.

But the show is still enjoyable. You got to see the famed golden maiden–virginal and pristine. It's a sight no other male eyes have seen.that leaves a girl like yourself a little envious.

Euna redresses. With her chemise still wet, it hugs her body. It's so transparent, she might as well be nude.

As much as you wish to keep watching, she'll head back soon, so you cautiously creep back to camp.

She's laid her clothes out to dry and has waded into the river, naked. Her skin is flawless, her nipples stiff from the cold. A wild patch of fur is between her legs, and smaller, barely visible tufts peek out from her armpits.

First, she cleans her underarms, and then she bends to soak her long blonde hair. Her attention turns finally to her crotch. As expected, she scrubs them very clinically.

But then she keeps scrubbing. Her pace slows. Her touch becomes more of a caress. Euna chews her lip, contemplating something. She wades toward a rock and sits. Spreading her legs, she splashes water upon her snatch. Her bald slit glistens. Her fingers run through her pubic hair.

Her head rocks back as her fingers zero in on her clit. Soon, she's panting. Her hips gyrate almost of their own will.

Suddenly, she snaps her hand away as though suddenly realizing what's she's doing. She glances about guiltily.

Her cleaning resumes. After a few final splashes to rinse between her legs, she wades toward her clothes. Bathing is done. You hurry back to camp.

Naked, Euna is seated upon the rocks in the river center. She's brought her collection of daywithers with her. Sorting through her pack, she settles on one the size of a formidable cock. When she squeezes it, slick blue slime oozes from under the cap, coating the shaft. She nods with satisfaction.

Setting the rest aside, she lies back and gives her body attention, exploring her breasts, her thighs, her belly. She wriggles sensually, her nude body a marvel basking in the sun. Eyes closed, she traces the daywither down her body. It's cap leaves a blue slime trail along her belly and over her bare vaginal lips. matted into her pubic fur.

She does not stop at her pussy, but lifts her legs, exposing her puckered hole. After she first smears the blue slime along its rim, the cap presses with little resistance, and she slides it in quickly until only a stub remains for her to grip. It's already swelling. She hugs her knees to her chest and rubs her pussy. Her hole stretches wider and wider, stopping at a plum's width. Euna's face is twisted in pained pleasure.

She has to hold it in so it doesn't squeeze out, and carefully lowers herself into the water until she's sitting in the river. From there, she bathes herself, washing her hair, scrubbing her skin. Her beauty and grace are like a water nymph's. If you hadn't seen, you'd never know she had a phallic mushroom buried in her ass.

Finished, she rises, squats over the water, and expels the phallus. Before it shrinks in daylight, it's length was your fist to your elbow, and she had nearly every inch. Euna seems quite proud of herself. After rinsing it, she puts it away and turns her attention to her stretched asshole. Her own fist squeezes inside with minimal twisting and pushing. This puts a devious smile on her face.

She cleans out her hole and rinses up before heading toward her clothes. Show's over. You hurry back to camp and wait.

Euna is already lying upon the flat rock in the river when you arrive. Her wet hair is fanned out to dry. She's warming in the morning sun, and goosebumps have broken out over her skin from the wind against her nude body. She's gently caressing herself along her flank and up and down her legs. Then her hands drift to her pussy. She massages her clit, softly at first, but harder as her body responds. Soon, she's writhing in pleasure.

Her eyes open. She has a curious expression upon her face. It seems like she's considering something. Then she grins evilly. Rubbing herself vigorously, she spreads her legs wide and pulls her knees to her chest. This gives you a great view of her ass and pussy.

And then she starts peeing. The urine streams upward in a hectic spray. She cups her free hand over her pussy, causing it to reflect back on her snatch. Rivulets run through her pubic hair and up her belly. It spills to either side of her. Going a step further, Euna removes her cupped hand and curls her back, pointing her pussy straight up. Her urine stream cascades upon her belly and breasts. She moans as some splatters her face. Her mouth opens just a little more, and you're sure more than a little pee gets in.

On the verge of climax, Euna reaches her free hand down and presses her middle finger against her asshole. Her finger slips in up to her first knuckles. She's bucking now as one hand furiously works her clit, the other penetrates her asshole, and her urine rains down upon her. A second finger slips in, and she's stabs into herself roughly as she bucks and cries. Her body flexes in rhythm.

Her stream dies down. It splashes her breasts, her belly, her pubic hair. Finally, it pools on her vagina and spills down the crack of her ass. When she calms, she pulls her fingers from her ass and lies back down. Her body glistens with pee. The cool air causes her goosebumps to come out again. She breaths for a moment, her chest heaving, then she props up on an elbow and scrutinizes the hand she used to penetrate her ass. Her ring and middle finger have streaks of brown. She sniffs them, wrinkles her nose, but sniffs again. She doesn't seem that disgusted. After contemplation, she opens her mouth and pops both fingers in. After a second, she yanks her fingers free and gags.

Blushing, she laughs to herself as though she can't believe what she just tried. But then her expression changes back to that same morbid curiously, and she pops the fingers back in her mouth. Despite gagging a few times, she doesn't remove her fingers until they're clean.

As though that weren't enough, she lies back down, props up one knee, and returns her fingers to her anus. She runs the tips along her piss-wet rim at first, then stabs in with two fingers. After several thrusts, she withdraws her fingers and once again sucks them clean. She does this again and again until one time a glob of poop comes out. She eats it, then gags several times in a row, even after she's cleaned her fingers. Once her stomach settles, she laughs at herself again and gets off the rocks.

Shows over. She cleans herself again, then the rock, then gets dressed.

Euna is at the same section of the river near the bank, and she's again using her cloak as a curtain.

She removes her clothes and cleans them. Nude, she's as beautiful as ever. Dipping into the water, she massages water onto her breasts, under her arms, and through her hair. At the end, she sits upon the rock and scrubs between her legs. It's not sensual, but it's still a delight to see.

When she redresses, you creep back to camp.

You find her at the river. Though it seems she's just finished her bath. She's emerging from the deep end of the river to a large flat rock surrounded by the water. Here, she lays herself out, fanning her wet hair upon the heated rock. It's as though she's a forest nymph that you stumbled upon. One loud noise and she'd dart into the woods never to be seen again.

As she lays there enjoying the warm sun against her damp and chilly body, she began to caress herself. Her fingers barely traced her skin. She squeezed her breasts and toyed with her nipples, then her hand crept down between her legs. At first she traces her fingers along her damp slit, At first she raked her fingers through her mane of pubic hair, then finally zeroed in on her clit.

She plays with herself for several minutes before pausing suddenly. She props herself up on one elbow to look down at her body, chewing her lip as she seemed to consider something. Whatever it is, a mischievous expression comes over her face.

Laying back down, she spreads her legs wide. From where you are, you have a perfect view of her snatch. She begins rubbing her clit vigorously, and she's soon twitching in pleasure again. Suddenly, urine arcs from her pussy. With her self-stimulation, the stream splatters about, sprinkling her legs.

Soon she's arching her back and crying out. She's still in the throes of pleasure when her urine stream finally dies away. Afterward, she sits up and inspects her hand. Her fingers glisten with piss. Tentatively, she sniffs it, then after hesitating, she licks her fingers.

Her final reaction: a shrug.

Euna slips into the river and washes herself off of any mess. She splashes her sunbathing rock off to wash away any remaining urine. As she reaches for her clothes, you realize it's time to get back to camp.

When you find Euna, she by the river washing her chemise in the nude. Afterward, she wades into the river and cleans herself. Armpits, face, hair, body, and finally her crotch. Her caress is sensual, as though every touch sends electric pleasure surging through her.

Opening her eyes, she glances about. A grin comes over her. Finding a rock, she sits down and spreads her leg, putting her pussy on full display. There is no longer any pretense of bathing. She rubs her clit furiously while her body responds to the pleasure. Her toes curl. Her body spasms. Her breath comes out in gasps.

She finally cries out as an orgasm wracks her body. Coming down, her pleasuring has become a casual afterthought. When she's finally recovered, she rises, rinses herself again, and heads to her chemise.

You head back to the camp.

Euna is on her usual perch in the river. Nude, she's lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Fingers of both her hands stab into her slit. Once she's wet, she takes the runic pestle, which had been lying beside her, and grinds it against her pussy.

It pops in easily. Euna grinds it in and out and works it side to side—exactly as though her canal were the mortar to go with that pestle. The lips of her pussy deform and stretch.

She's deliberately loosening herself up as though this were a morning stretch. It's meant as a self-prescribed regimen, not for pleasure.

For her next stretch, she pulls her legs to her chest and worms fingers into her ass. Then comes the pestle. Its bulbous head requires some levering, but it slips in soon enough. She pushes it deep, then withdraws fully to start again. From her expression, she might actually be enjoying her regimen.

After she's loose, she tests her results by pressing fingers into her ass. Four fit past the knuckles. This satisfies her.

After cleaning the pestle, she takes hold of its head, tilts her head back, and feeds the ringed, brass handle down her throat. She gags repeatedly, but doesn't stop until her teeth catch against the widening pestle's length.

Then she leaves it. Euna props back on her hands as though sunbathing, though with the pestle down her throat. Over the next minute, her gagging worsens. Her whole body contorts trying to eject the pestle, but it's not until she's red in the face and tear-streaked that she yanks the pestle from her throat and gasps for breath.

It seems deep-throating practice is part of her routine.

One last exercise. After regaining her breath, she works the pestle's head into her mouth. It's hard for her to get it past her teeth, but then, chin up, she tries to push it down her throat.

She fails.

Her coughing fit persist well after she wiggles the pestle out of her mouth. She clutches her throat in pain. Afterward, she chuckles, amused at her own bizarre antics.

Now that she's good and stretched, she rinses the pestle off and goes about her usual washing routine. You skulk back to camp.

Euna is already fully naked and laying upon a rock in the river. It doesn't seem she's started bathing, as she's perfectly dry. Instead, she's basking in the morning sun, letting it play upon her nude skin.

Her hand explores her body, rubbing her breasts, her thighs, her neck. Then she turns her attention to her snatch. At first, she teases herself, runing her fingers up and down her bare slit. At first, she merely teases herself by raking her hands through her bush or brushing her clit. But that doesn't last for long. She splays her legs out indecently and feverishly stabs three fingers in and out her sex.

With her other hand, she rubs at her clit. Within minutes she's writhing. Her mewling even reaches your ears from your vantage point.

It's quite a sight to see her glistening snatch humping the empty air. After she's done, she gets up from the rock and wades into the river to bathe. Shows over, it seems. You head back to camp and wait a while.

Euna is lounging upon her sunbathing rock. Her eyes closed, she's traces her hand up and down her body. Occasionally, she will brush along her clit, but never much. This goes on for some time, until Euna stirs. She props herself onto her elbows and looks down at herself. Her legs spread, and all of a sudden, a stream of urine arcs from her pussy and into the water.

She brings a hand down and cups it over her snatch, causing the urine to spray back upon her crotch. The rock between her legs turns dark as the urine runs into the river water. She spoons handfuls of urine onto her legs and belly, and finally as she's short of breath, she massages urine onto her breasts.

It isn't enough for her. Euna plants her hands on either side of her and curls her legs up to her chest so she's propped on her shoulder. Her stream arcs through the air and down upon her. It drenches her face. Her mouth fills with puddles, which she swallows down again and again. Her hair darkens as it saturates through.

Her stream dies down. The last trickles dribble down her slitThe last trickles dribble through her pubic bush and pool between her breasts. She lies back down and rubs her body, making sure every bit of her is covered. And then she sunbathes like that, drenched in her own urine, her hand idly playing upon her clit.

Eventually she decides it's time to get moving. She rolls into the river, cleans herself, and splashes water over the rock to rinse it off. You hurry back to camp.

After her stream dies down, she basks again the sun. From the breasts downward, her body is wet with pee. Her pubic bush is drenched. Sitting up, examines her hand. It's wet with pee. Tentatively, she licks it, then again. Her expression is curious. She rubs her hand along her piss-slick breasts and licks it once again. Still not satisfied, she cups her hand beneath her pussy and squirts out one final handful of pee. She holds it beneath her nose, sniffs it, then laps the puddle with her tongue.

Her reaction is hard to gauge. She simply splashes the handful upon her breasts, then wades back into the water to rinse herself off. As she's splashing the rocks to wash away the urine, you depart back to the camp.

She returns shortly afterward. "Ready to set off?"

"Because I'm the one in charge." She stands tall. "We may be far from home, but I'm still the tsarivna. And I must get back for the sake of the tsardom. You are one of its inhabitants, a sad and derangedwicked and loathsome inhabitant, but an inhabitant nonetheless. You have an obligation to ensure my safety and well being."

"Except I'm an exile."

"Oh yes." Her nose turns up. "For your perversions.adulterous ways. Then you should be doubly interested in doing as I say and keeping me safe. Maybe then my father will pardon you for your crimes once we get back. But that will depend on what I say about you, and I don't think he'd like hearing about your recalcitrant behavior."

Your eyes narrow.

"So?" she said. "Are you going to do as you're told, or are you going to add contempt to your list of crimes?"

"Fine," you say. "Continue on."

You follow her as she departs from the estuary. Oddly, she heads back toward the beach a short ways, then turns ninety degrees and begins circling the camping spot. After twenty minutes of struggling through brush and bramble, you both end up right back where you started. Euna walks closer toward the beach, then turns ninety degrees again.

"Wait, wait," you say. "You're going to walk larger and larger circles around the camp until you find food?"

"That is the recommended strategy," she replies. "This is the best way to find the closest food sources as possible."

"Maybe that would work in a plain, or the forests back home. There's no food near here. And we're not going to make any progress forcing paths through this burr-ridden jungle. We need to explore."

"The book says—"

"The book was written by someone who never set foot in these lands. We need to follow our common sense."

"Fine!" she shouts. "If you're so clever, you lead. At least this way if we die, we'll know who to blame."

You're at the altar.

To the south is the waterfall and the footpath leading down to the jungle.

To the north, the river snakes through a ravine in the mountain range.

Steep steps lead upward toward the peek of the tallest mountain. Though the ascent is not too bad, the sheer drop to either side makes this approach treacherous.

North, at the mountain's peek is a menacing keep of black granite with sharp spires and defensible walls.

South leads to the trails along the mountains.

Grabbing Euna's arm, you tear off down the beach. The old man chases. Eventually, you glance back to see that he's just a speck on the horizon. He must have turned back long ago.

You both stop and regain your breath.

Euna stares back. "That was quite rude of him."

"Wasn't it though?"

"Where to now? she asks.

You're on the beach. It goes on at length in both directions. Far to the west, the estuary is just barely visible.

The broken shells, pebbles, and blade grass cover the coast. It makes walking quite uncomfortable and tiresome. Sand fleas bite at your calfs.

You're on a long stretch of empty beach. Sand fleas bite at your calfs.

The beach here is of vast white sand. The beach seems to extend for ages in both direction.

As you bend low, Euna seems poised to stop you at any moment, and you can feel her holding her breath as you bury your face between her boobs. Your tongue licks along the cleavage to scoop the berry, and she squeals.

When you emerge, she's red in the face and hastily wiping away your saliva. Salma cheers at her bravery, which makes Euna redden all the more.

"That was naughty," she says.

"I know it was," you reply. "I can't believe you'd let someone do that to you. How unbecoming!"

"Oh, you know what I mean, you silly buffoon."

You bury your face into her cleavage. With squeal, Euna cringes away. When you emerge with the berry, she bears a flush, and she's biting her lip to hide her smile.

You bury your head in her cleavage. Euna pushes her chest forward, wedging your face deeper. The berry falls low though, and by the time you can hook it with your tongue, her breasts have fallen out of her bodice. Euna is all smile and fluster when you emerge.

You attempt to place the berry in Euna's cleavage.

She bats your hand away. "Behave yourself."

You press your face to her cleavage. In a pretend effort to catch the berry, you push it farther down between her breasts.

"Easy now!" She yelps ticklishly. Your nose and tongue worm deep. It's not enough. Her bodice is in the way. You hook it with your finger and pull down. Her breasts spring free.

"Excuse me!" She tries to pull away.

You only dig deeper. The berry is threatening to fall down toward her naval, but just barely, you snag it with your tongue. Victorious, you emerge with the berry between your teeth.

Salma applauds. Euna is red and flustered, and she quickly tucks her bared breasts away. Salma didn't seem to have mind in the least. Realizing this, Euna settles down, but she still narrows her eyes at you. "Naughty..."

You place the berry in Euna's cleavage. She eyes you, waiting to see what you'll do.

You place the berry in Euna's cleavage. She rolls her eyes as you do so, but she doesn't stop you.

Euna takes the berry and places it in her cleavage. She waits to see what you do about it.

Euna's eyes widen. She doesn't have time to react before Salma dives low and buries her face in Euna's cleavage. Alarmed, Euna gapes at the woman, who takes much too long fetching the berry. Whatever she's doing causes Euna to shiver.

Soon, the girl comes up, triumphant, with the berry between her teeth.

Euna quickly adjusts her bodice and makes sure she's decent. Though red in the face, she still has a shy smile.

Euna flinches and bats your hand away. "Stop that," she says. "Just sit quietly."

So you do.

As you bring the fruit to her lips, she regards you coolly, but there is a hint of amusement about her. Ultimately, she opens and lets you pop the berry in her mouth.

Salma takes a turn. She places a mulberry between her lips and looks to you two with inviting eyes.

You do so. Rather than eating it, she holds it between her teeth. Her eyes dare you to do something about it.

You offer the berry to Euna. She seems disinclined to take it at first, but eventually she does so, and pops it in her mouth.

She eats it.

Euna takes the berry and places it between her teeth. She watches you with come-hither eyes.

Salma crawls forward and brings her face inches from Euna. Their breath mixes. Euna teases her by pulling away the first few times.

Then their lips meet, and the berry is all but forgotten. Their long snog ends a while later, and both are breathless. It's not even clear who got the berry. It was only an afterthought.

Salma leans towards Euna. Hesitant, Euna glances at you. The woman is undeterred however, and she crawls forward for the berry. It works, against Euna's best judgement.

Their lips meet. The berry disappears between their locking lips. It's impossible to see what's occurring, but what passes between them is more than a simple berry. Eventually, Salma backs away with the berry between her lips. Her eyes are on Euna as she chews.

You motion for Salma to go ahead. Euna recoils and shields herself with her hands. Salma laughs.

Euna reddens and glares at you with mock anger. "You are a silly fool."

"And a fool's job is to make merry with his audience," you say. "And what's merrier than a good smooch?"

Euna smiles despite herself. "Keep your smooches to yourself."

You lean in and dart your tongue in her mouth enough to hook the berry. Your lips touch. She presses against you, and her tongue tries to steal the berry back, but you win the fight. Her lips linger upon yours before pulling away.

"A losing game, it sounds like," she says. "You'd have me forever doing lewd acts for you."

"Would that be so bad?"

She tries not to grin. "It might."

"Good," she says. "Make sure I don't have cause to doubt that."

Euna eyes the fruit. "With my lips?" she asks.

"However you want," you say. Shirina leans close. Her eyes dance with mirth.

Euna smiles and reddens. "I... Then I choose this." With two fingers, she plucks the berry from Salma's lips and eats it. "You said anyway I wanted."

However, before you have a chance to steal the berry from her like last time, Euna hurries forward and tries to snag the berry for herself. Salma darts her head away, forcing Euna to crawl over her. Their mouths meet, ever so briefly, and Euna comes away with the berry.

Euna is proud of herself, while Salma is left flustered. Her eyes are for Euna, but Euna is ignorant of this. "Thank you, Salma. That was most enjoyable. I think we're finished playing for now."

"Oh." Salma's disappointment is clear. "Of course. If you ever want to share berries again. I'll be around." And she scoots away.

"Maybe I should be jealous," you say.

"If I take the berries for you, then it keeps you out of trouble."

"Is that so? What else can I get you to do in my place?"

"Whatever I must. Maybe you should be careful what I have to do, or I'm apt to have my own affairs."

"Careful," you say. "I might call you on that bluff."

"And you'll have no one to blame but yourself when Salma and I run off without you."

You lean to catch the berry for yourself. Salma pulls away, and so you must lean closer. And that's when Salma locks lips with you. Your tongue hooks the fruit, and her's fights to keep it back. After much sensual sparring, you win the berry.

From the look in Salma's eye, she would very much like to spar again.

Euna, however, is not amused at all. Snagging your arm, she pulls you close. "Thank you so much," she says to Salma, "but I think we're done playing now."

"Of course. I understand." Salma takes the bowl into her lap and scoots away.

"You don't need to worry," you say to Euna.

"Don't I?" she asks. "Sometimes I forget what a philandering foolfilly you are."

"Rest easy. This philandering foolfilly belongs to only you.

"Then you'll just have to find ways to keep my attention all to you.

Euna hooks your tunic and pulls you close to her. Your lips meet. She snatches the berry away with her tongue, but her lips linger. Her breath caresses. Her tongue teases. Then she pushes you away, chewing and grinning.

Euna watches you, and then she looks away. You're left holding a piece of fruit in your mouth, and no one cares. So you eat it.

For the rest of the time, Salma eats in peace.

However, it seems you're now out of time.

"Of course," Shirina says. "Help yourself to whatever you see. The food is for everyone."

"Thank you." Euna bows graciously.

Together, you and Euna gather food and find nearby bench. Other people come and go from the banquet platform.

No one bothers Shirina except for a pair of men who question her about the food available. They rope Shirina into a conversation which occupies her attention.

Meanwhile, a familiar face arrives, Salma. After enjoying a few treats, she once again settles upon a fresh bowl of berries. When she sees you two, her expression lights up, and she comes and sits nearby.

"Hello, you two!" she says.

"Hello," Euna replies.

She begins to enjoy the berries for herself, but she has set the bowl were you two can easily reach them.

"Red rosemary?" Shirina says. "I might have some crated away. Why do you ask?"

"We have a pair of friends who require some for a concoction they're making."

"Ah, I see."

As you converce, a woman approaches carrying a bowl of berries, and she sits by Shirina. Her skin is as dark as toffy, and her flowing hair is jet black.

Shirina smiles warmly to her. "It's wonderful to see you again, Salma."

"And you," Salma replies. "Care to eat some berries with me today?"

"I'd love to." Shirina takes a strawberry from the bowl and places it in Salma's cleavage. She stoops and catches the berry with her teeth. The next berry goes in Shirina's cleavage. Salma buries her face between Shirina's globes.

Shirina addresses you while this goes on. "These friends of yours wouldn't happen to be named Lanx and Fira, would they?"

"So you know them?" Euna asks.

Salma places the next berry again between Shirina's breasts. When she goes to fetch it, practically wedges her face between Shirina's tits. Shirina holds the girl's head to her chest while addressing you. "Fira is always trading with me for this or that. If you'll watch the food displays for a minute, I can go fetch some for you." She stands. "Why don't you enjoy some berries with Salma while I'm away. They're quite fresh today. Right from the fields.

You and Euna take her place on the perch. Salma seems disappointed with Shirina's departure, but only momentarily. She happily eats berries.

You take a blackberry mulberry strawberry bilberry from the bowl.

Euna watches to see what you do. There's a playful air about her.

Euna watches with interest.

Place it in Euna's cleavage

Bring the berry to Euna's mouth.

Hand it to Euna.

As you're peeling off your shirt, Euna stops you. "Why? We're not going in the cave, are we?"

"I thought we would," you reply.

"But there's no point. We already have the jewel. I don't think we were welcome to return to the keep."

"Who says we're going to the keep? You don't want to visit our slithering friends in the cave?"

"Oh, sure. As much as I'd love to get violated again by dangerous subterranean beasts, I don't think we should take unnecessary risks. There are other ways to get off."

"Very well, then." You put your shirt back on.

You and Euna are on a beach which ends against an ocean bluff. Waves gently rush against rocky crags. The steep stone wall rises up to a summit which looks over the ocean.

"Impressive," Euna says. "I suppose this is as far as the beach goes"

"Unless we swim," you reply.

"No thank you. I've no wish to cut myself upon those rocks."

Investigate the bluff for a cave entrance.

Enter the water caverns.

Enter the water caverns.

"All ogres have terrible hygiene, yes," she replies, "but Cafres are by far much worse. They actively try to live in squaller. They'll scatter feces and refuse around their homes to make it smell as powerful as possible. They'll let their food rot before they eat it."

"And they like that?"

"Their constitution works differently than ours. They need the food to be rotten. If they ate fresh food, they'd get as sick as if we were to eat rancid food. It's the same with the squaller. It's healthier for them to be filthy."

"As tough as any ogre. On the frontier, it takes scores of men to take down a single cafre. They'll cut through soldiers with a single swipe. Their skin is as tough as rawhide. And their bite is deathly septic.

"And they're as cruel as they they are powerful. Groups of cafres will raid villages. They'll kill every man, eat all the food, then take the women back as prisoners. No one is spared."

"A cafre's gluttony is rivaled only by their lust," she says. "They'll keep the girls alive as long as they can. I can only imagine they pray for death, to have such disgusting beasts have their way with you."

"Really? Why?"

"Yes, why?" Euna asks. "Her father sent us on this mission to get her away from the sorceress."

"That's his plan, yes, but I think we should. Marion wants to be ravaged and abused. From what I hear, there's no one better to do that than the sorceress."

"Besides," you add. "It'll give us a chance to investigate the sorceress's tower if we ever plan to steal that jewel for Damien."

"Hmm." The idea intrigues Euna. "It does seem like a perfect fit for our little masochist, but as much as it arouses me thinking about what the sorceress might do to her, her father put his trust in us."

"To get Marion out of her responsibility," you say. "If she doesn't go, someone has to. Seems a little selfish, doesn't it?"

"It is, but still."

"You do remember what Dalmat said about the sorceress," Euna says. "People sent to her are never heard from again. They suffer horrible fates."

"If people have never heard from them again, how do people know? He admitted nobody know's for sure what happens. He also said there are those who consider being given to the sorceress is a great honor."

"Those people are deluded."

"Only from Dalmat's perspective. He's an outsider. Besides, isn't what he's doing rather selfish? He's breaking the city's tradition by smuggling away his own daughter, but that just means someone else will have to go instead."

"But this isn't what he wanted."

"Why don't we see what Marion wants." You crane to look at her. "What do you think? Would you like us to take you to the sorceress, who may sexually abuse in unimaginable ways? Or do you want to get on that boat?"

She looks at you shocked. "I... I'm not sure. Nobody as ever asked me. My father never wanted to discuss it. I told him once I wanted to go just to get it over with, and he yelled."

"He's concerned for you," Euna says.

She motions to you. "But he's right. If I don't go, someone else will. Ever since we first found out about the ritual, I've always fantasized about what would happen to me if I was picked. When my name came up," she blushes, "I was actually kind of excited, but my father wouldn't hear of it."

"Are you sure you're ready to accept whatever torturous fate the sorceress might have for you?"

"I... yes. I am."

"You are quite the masochist, aren't you?" Euna strokes Marion's face.

Marion smiles shyly.

"Then let's deliver you to your fate," Euna says. "I do hope I get to see what happens to you."

"Are you actually considering it?" Euna asks.

"I think so. I... I think I want to do it. Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think I am. He's right. I should do this. It's my responsibility. And I..." She lowers her voice. "I've always wanted to know."

Troubled, Euna looks at her. "If this is what you really want."

"It is."

She sighs. "Then let's go."

You turn the horses toward the mountains where the sorceress tower looms far above. Through the woods and to the base of the mountain, you guide the horses up a narrow trail that switchbacks up and up. Finally, with the forest and the city of Cockaigne far below, you take a turn, and the base of the tower comes into view.

Four strange creatures guard the gate. They look like two-legged pigs standing eight feet tall. They have massive tusks and bodies covered in thick bristly fur. Their lower bodies are covered in much. Their powerful stench of fetid body oder and shit already reaches even to where you are. The ground around them is littered with trash and rutted mud.

Euna wrinkles her nose. "Strange choice of guards this sorceress has."

"What on earth are those?" Marion asks.

"I've heard of those things before," Euna says. "They're Cafres. They're in the ogre family, and just as tough and short tempered. but like pigs, their gluttony is endless."

You untie another rabbit from the pole and hurry away from the camp.

Return to camp.

You leave the saber where it is. You'd probably make a hell of a clatter getting it out, and unlike food, the boarmen might miss it. You fill up on food and sneak out of the camp.

Return to camp.

It takes you a while to uncover it. You move aside meaty bones and shove away piles of dung. All the while you're casting glances toward the cave entrance.

The saber comes free. You hold it aloft. It's not in the best shape. Rust tarnishes the blade. The edge has several nicks. The wrapping on the grip is in tatters, and of course it's covered in poop. It's lethal though.

You sneak out of the boarmen's sty with your food and weapon. It's time to head back. The sky is already dimming.

Saber added to inventory

Return to camp.

You take a single piece of game, then turn to the refuse pile. Littered atop piles of junk and sludge are all manner of foods. Turnips, carrots, cabbage, wild potatoes, tomatoes... You're not sure where on earth the boarmen are getting this stuff. It all seems wild, but you haven't seen any of it during your hunts. It's probably a combination of their knowing all the good spots, and having amazing senses of smell.

You turn to leave when something catches your eye. Something is glinting near the bottom of the refuse, beneath layers of bones and mud. You move aside some debris and brush away the feces with a long bone. Half buried in mud and feces is a saber, just like the kind the boarmen carry. It's rusted and long forgotten, but the edge is still razor sharp.

Fetch the saber. It might come in handy

If the boarmen know it's here. They'll definitely realize it's missing. Leave it.

You gather up armloads of food. Much of it's smeared with feces, but no problem. You can clean most of it in the river before going back.

Return to camp.

You lift up.

Euna breaths deep, and then licks her lips delectably. Her breath tickles against your hole. It digs right in when you sit back down.

She's left gasping. Her face is red, and her thighs are rubbing together. There's hardly any

She curls over and gulps for air.. Her face is red. "I was starting to think you weren't going to let up." A few deep breaths. "I was starting to panic." Once she's regained her composure, she lies back down.

Euna heaves for breath. She curls onto her side and coughs. Her face is tinged a little blue.

"Oh my Lord..." More breaths. "That was intense. I honestly thought I was going to pass out."

"But you made it," you say. "And was that your tongue I felt start back up?"

She nods, still gasping. "I realized there wasn't any point to fighting. If you were going to suffocate me, I might as well keep up my duty... like a good little whore." She recovers a minute longer. "It was almost liberating actually."

"Liberating?"

"You could have killed me. There was nothing I could do about it. So I stopped worrying about it and just trust in you. I realized my life was in your hands, and I accepted that." She rolles back onto back. "Maybe it was just the suffocation talking. But... God that was intense."

"Again?"

She shakes her head. "One life-changing near-death experience is enough for tonight. But this has left me rather bothered."

She lies back down. "Up to you."

She hasn't even fully recovered by the time she straightens back out, eyes tearing and nose running. Her body still writhes as though deprived. From the look in her eyes, she may be craving something more than oxygen. She clutches the rope binding her hands and eyes you suggestively.

She straightens back out soon enough. Her eyes are tearing, and her lips are blue. Her body must still be low on air—she's certainly gasping enough—but otherwise she seems to have taken your suffocation in stride. This seems almost rote to her.

Euna doesn't immediately gasp for air. She doesn't even seem aware of anything, much less that you've lifted. Then comes a ragged, sobbing gasp. Her eyes are unfocused. All she does is gulp air as the blue tint fades from her face. Eventually, her eyes focus.

"What in the world were you thinking?" she snaps. "You could have killed me."

"Not without a few more minutes."

"Well, don't you think maybe you should have stopped after I went limp? How could you think I'd enjoy that?"

"Maybe I pushed it a little too far," you say.

"My head hurts now, and my ears are rushing."

"You'll be better in a minute."

She nods. "I don't think I can keep going anymore. My head hurts too much."

"You think?" She winces. "My head hurts. My ears won't stop rushing."

"Sorry."

She winces her eyes. "Sure you are. I think we're quite done now. I'm in no more mood."

"Did I... just pass out?"

"No, I think you just blanked for a moment."

"Lord..." She winces. "My head is hammering."

"You'll be fine."

"How dare you." Euna smiles coyly. Her thighs rub together as they often do when her hands cannot reach her own sex. "You actually choked me out... your own tsarivna." She streches out her body as though waking. "Lord, that was a rush. My head is still spinning."

"Does her majesty crave another rush?"

"It spoils it if you have to ask," she says. "Surprise me."

"Oh, I know..." She bites her lips. Her thighs rub together as they often do when her hands cannot reach her own sex. "You actually choked me out... for your own gratification... It's like I'm nothing more than a seat for you. No thought for my own wellbeing."

"I think I might retake my seat," you say.

"My face is yours to use as you wish," she replies.

Before she's fully recovered, she's already lying back down. Her eyes are red and teary, her breath is still ragged, but she's ready for whatever you do next.

Euna does not take in a deep breath. In fact, she doesn't breath at all, and she's blue in the face.

Quickly, you try to breath life into her, but it seems your suffocation game went on just a little longer than it should have. And now you're facing a future without her. It might be harder, but it also might be easier without having to look out for her all the time.

Whatever that future is, it won't involve going home, not without her to pardon you.

Euna is as dead as you'd expect. Her face is blue, she's a little cold already, and her eyes are vacant. No point in even checking; there's no question.

The real question is: what are you going to do now?

"Oh, never mind that," Euna says.

"No, no. Why would a convent of chaste nuns be discussing how to fellate a man?"

"They weren't discussing how, just times that they had."

"Times before coming to the convent?"

"You of all people should know that a group of young women won't completely forget about their urges."

"Do share."

"Another time perhaps. I shall not divulge all of the secrets of the convent at once."

"But I will remember this," you say.

With one hand buried in Euna's snatch, you begin poking fingers into her ass.

With one hand still buried in Euna's ass, you slide three fingers inside her.

A sly smile comes over Euna. She rolls onto her side and hugs one leg to her chest. This lines you up perfectly for what you both have in mind.

Her ass is dry, but the hand buried in her pussy is slick. So you switch hands. Your slick hand disappears up her ass with minimal effort, but now to work your other hand into her gash.

Four fingers go in. She's dripping wet. However, pushing in your thumb takes force due to the hand already lodged in her ass. You jolt your fist against her pussy. Each time Euna's body rocks. She's wincing in pain. "Don't stop..." she mutters. "Rip me open if you have to."

So you pry both her holes this way and that in order to make room. She cries in pain, but it works. Your fist slips inside her.

"Oh, Lord." Euna looks down at her stretched holes.Euna reaches down and feels your wrists. "That is obscene. Two fists. I'm such a loose harlot. Can you remember when I was afraid to take a simple cock inside me?"

"It wasn't long ago."

"No, it wasn't." Euna hugs her knee to her chest. "And now I need nothing more than for you to punish my loose holes. Please have your way with me.""I hope you're not planning to just let your hands sit there."

You push in with the fist in her ass while you pull back from her vagina. Your knuckles slip free of her deformed slit while your other hand explores her bowels. Then you reverse. Your knuckles squeeze free of her anal ring while you punch up against her vaginal floor. Euna whimpers each time you piston into her with alternating fists. The skin about her holes deforms wildly. Her slit pushes in while her ass distends out, and then the other way around.

Euna is beside herself. Her body quakes. After only a few minutes of this brutal stuffing, she loses control. It's as though she's seizing with how much tremors rock through her. Her toes curl, and her holes clench your fists with amazing strength, and her pussy sprays juices onto your arm.

You don't slow down until she goes limp, and then you leave your arms buried in her while she seems to take a quick nap.

A few long breaths later, her limp holes start clenching again. "I've never felt so full," she whispers. "That was intense. I'm not even sure if it was pain or pleasure I felt. It was amazing."

"This? This was amazing?" You start alternating your fists.

She smiles, and gestures for you to stop. "No. I can't anymore."

"Can't what? Do this?" You pump even more. Her holes clench again. Her breaths picks up, as does her body's quaking.

"No, no. Enough." She clamps her thighs around your arms. "You'll have many more days to wear out my poor holes. Please, sit with me while I recover."

You pull out. Each emerging fist causes her to shudder, but she's too drained to get back into it. The moment you lie down beside her, she snuggles up against you.

"What have you turned me into?" she mutters.

There are lumps of mushed shit in her bowels. You collect them as you thrust. When you pull out, it's like you clutched a handful of mud.

"Don't stop now. Please." Euna clutches the ropes tethering her arms overhead.slips two fingers from either hand into her filthy cunt to spread it open. Shit oozes over those fingers. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "I'm so close."

You feed the dripping handful into her polluted snatch. Her lips grip your wrist.

With your other fist in her ass, you work her hard until she's screaming. From her legs, her hips, and her hands all work in unison to pull you closer—deeper into herself.

And then it's done.

Finally she notices. Her pussy is painted brown. "Oh Lord..." When she bears down, shit oozes from her slit. "Oh my Lord." She yanks desperately on the ropes until you get her free, and she immediately covers herself, only for the mess to ooze between her fingers.slaps a hand over herself, only to find her fingers are already messy. "Oh my heavens! You didn't stop?"

"You told me to keep going."

"This is... Oh Lord... I've got waste in me."

"You knew you were getting messy, didn't you?"

"Yes, but not like this." She gets up. "I've got to clean up."

Hand pressed to her crotch, Euna scampers off naked.

She's gone a long time, and returns dripping wet. She lies down beside you.

"Clean?" you ask.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be truly clean again. You were quite liberal."

"You knew perfectly well how liberal I was being," you whisper. "And you know you loved it."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But we shouldn't get quite so messy again. It's unhealthy."

"Never again?"

She's quiet for a good while. "Maybe not never."

While you fetch the pestle from the corner, Euna pulls her knees to her chest. "Do with me as you will," she says, "but please remember this is my first time.""Go slowly," she says. "And we stop when I say so." Euna nods toward the lubricant you brought out. "And use that, please."

After coating your fingers in akkoro slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

After coating your fingers in daywither slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

You start first by running the pestle along Euna's gash. Aroused as she is, it slides in easily and coats the wooden tool with her juices. All the while, you've been gently penetrating her ass using her finger. She flinches; her hole tightens.

"Sorry," she says.

"Just relax." You peck her ass check and resume working your fingers work in and out until her asshole remains slack. Now you position the pestle against her ass and gently push—pausing whenever she clenches—until only the pestle's ring pommel remains. Withdrawing is another bout of stop and go, but eventually, you have a slow pace of thrusting in and out.

"This is very strange," she mutters. Her hips hump in time with your thrusts. Her expression is that of someone trying an exotic food for the first time. Her hand sneaks under her belly to trace small circles about her clit.

You straddle your legs over her ass and drape your body across her. Your tits press into her back. Your lips are by her ear. "Enjoying yourself?" you whisper.

"I might be." She's short on breath.

The pestle is between your legs. You squeeze the handle against the cleft of your slit and thrust with your hips. Your body shadows her. Your thighs against her thighs. Your belly against her ass. Your lips tease along her neck, as the pestle penetrates deep inside her.

Euna pulls her knees to her chest.

After coating your fingers in akkoro slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

After coating your fingers in daywither slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

You resume a slow, steady penetration of her ass using your finger. You try to introduce a second. She flinches; her hole tightens.

"Sorry," she says.

"It's just a reflex." You work your fingers work in and out until her asshole remains slack.

"Slowly now," she warns.

"Of course." You position your cockthe pestle at her ass. Gently, you push, pausing when she clenches, until you're bottomed out. Withdrawing is another bout of stop and go, but when you reenter again, she hardly tenses at all. Eventually, you have a slow pace of thrusting in and out.

"This is very strange," she says. Her hips start humping in time with your thrusts. Her expression is that of someone trying an exotic food for the first time. The pestle still buried in her snatch. You work it in and out in rhythm while fucking her ass.She works it back and forth as though grinding spices. It deforms and stretches her pussy, and tightens her anal passage. The double penetration sends her to another level of pleasure. Her hand moves to her clit and begins tracing small circles about it.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask.

"I might be." She's sounds short on breath. "Go faster."

You speed up. Your thighs slap against her ass. Moans escape her lips. Her ass humps against you. This sex is no longer a tentative trial. Her moans turn to ragged whines that reach a crescendo.

"Come with me..." she mutters. "Come with me."

Her hand works frantically at her snatch. Her moans turn to ragged whines. Her body spasms, and her ass clutches your shaft like a vice. Bottomed out, you fire cum deep into her bowels.the pestle like a vice.

You're wilting by the time she comes down. Breathless, she goes limp and rests her eyes. You remain draped up on her, holding her against your chest.gently laying kisses along her neck and down between her breasts.

"I've just committed the carnal sin of sodomy," she whispers. "A unclean act practiced only by lustful sinners.""And with a woman no less. Nimel would not be pleased."

"Was it worth it?"

She twists around to look you in the eyes. Her smile is warm and content. "What do you think?"

The next time you jam your fist deep into her bowels, you go a little farther in. Every thrust does the same. Her anal ring grows tighter the farther up your arm you go. Eventually, you stop pulling out all together and only withdraw to your wrist

Hissing, Euna pulls away. "Just how deep do you plan to go?"

"As far as I can." you reply.

"Is this safe?"

"Perfectly safe," you say, although you actually have no idea.

Euna bites her lips. "Okay, but use your common sense."

You plunder her hole more aggressively. Reaching, you take hold of her shoulder for leverage and begin forcing your fist deeper.

Her bowels are warm, like a sleeve about your arm. You jab farther with little jerks. With each, it's as though Euna hiccups, but you gain bit by bit. Deep inside her, you feel a curve in her intestines. You can just hook your fingers around it, but at that depth, her anal ring it too tight about your forearm to go any further.

Euna is whimpering as you jab for more progress, but there is none to be had. "You're splitting me open," she moans.

So you pull out, until her anal ring is about the widest part of your knuckles, and then back in. Full deep thrusts with penetration deeper than she's ever had before, and every time you try to force your arm farther. Tears form in Euna's eyes. Her fingers play over her clit.

And then she cries out. It's a powerful orgasm that takes her minutes to come down from. Her ass is like a vice around your arm all through it, refusing to let go until she's done. By then, Euna is limp. You extract your arm. Juices coat its length.

"Oh my Lord," she mutters. "It feels like you stirred my insides. Now I'm all mixed up." She sighs. "Maybe, maybe we just do that on special occasions."

"I'm going to fist you as deep as I want, whenever I want," you say. "And we both know you're going to crave it every single time."

"Don't be modest," you reply. "You know you're going to be craving it again by tomorrow."

She grins. "Yes, you're probably right. It's never going to feel like a proper anal fisting unless you're elbow deep. You've ruined me just a little more."

She doesn't turn when she feels your saliva on her hole, but she does when you smear it about and start working fingers into her.

"That is not sufficient," she says. "You'll tear me apart."

"If you say so." You spit several more times. Your saliva runs rivulets along her thigh.

"You don't honestly believe your spittle is enough, do you?"

"Maybe it'll sting a little, but we already know your ass can take my fist, right?"

"Hmm." Euna pulls her legs up to give you better access. You worm two fingers into her ass. It's not easy. Your spit isn't quite doing the trick. The skin of her anal ring drags against your fingers. Nonetheless, tucking your thumb, you push and prod. It takes incredible amounts of back and forth. Euna is trying her best not to cry out, but this is far from a smooth entry, but through force, you make her ring expand to take your fist.

"See?" you say.

"It hurts..."

"I'm sure, but I'm still going to wreck your ass, so get used to it."

"As you wish." She settles back. "Please, don't concern yourself with my suffering."

"I wasn't planning to."

"That was not nearly as comfortable," she says.

"But so much more sexy," you say. "You can take a fist in your ass without any help."

"I suppose it is impressive in its own right. Very well. Kindly get to work sodomizing me with your fist. Ignore any whimpers."

"Of course, Your Highness."

You work your fist in and out. Her anal ring collapses inward with each shove, and tents outward with each withdrawal. Small smears of blood appear on your arm.

Euna is in tears. Her wrists strain against their binds. Her fists clench the sheets. She's braced back on her elbows. But she's keeping her legs stay spread for you, trying her best to endure the pain of such a dry violation.

After doing it long enough, however, her sobbing cries rise in pitch, until she becomes a tense, convulsing mess.

Long after sex has concluded, her breathing is still labored, and she's tenderly feeling her damaged hole. Each touch causes her to wince. "I think it's torn," she says.

"You'll be fine," you say. "We'll just leave it alone for a while."

She nods and curls up to you. Her sniffling eventually subsides. "It's okay if you don't want to," she finally says. "If you want to fist my ass again..."

You kiss her. "We'll let it heal for now."

"Thank you," she whispers.

"Will you be all right?" you ask.

She nods and curls up to you. "I'll just need to leave it alone a while, but Lord, was that intense."

She stares at you. "You're asking me to defecate more?"

"I'm not asking," you say. "I'm ordering."

"As you wish."

"It won't be an accident if you do it on purpose."

"Your perversions have no limits," she says, "but if you want to see it..."

Euna faces forward again. She hardly strains at all before pulverized waste oozes freely from her hole. It falls between her legs. She glances back and gives you a sly look. Suddenly, she kneels back and presses her ass against the growing pile. Her hips grind, spreading the mess around. Filth still pours from her hole. She's merely mashing it into the pile, creating a larger mound to sit upon. Though in the end, she's sitting on a mountainous crater of filth, and her ass is an absolute mess.

"And finished," she says. "Enjoyed the show?"

"I did."

"Good to know. Now, I desperately need to get cleaned."

"I suppose you're right," she says. "We just sodomized in filth, and I'm worried about a small droplet. Let's go."

Her eyes go wide realizing what you're demanding. Your wilting cock has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.The pestle dangling between your legs. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accululation packed under the ropes binding it.

She nods. "I will try."

"Are you serious?" she asks.

"It's your mess, isn't it?"

You sit back.

Euna gasps when she feels the wetness of your tongue running up the crack of her ass. She whips her head around to look.

A film of sludge overwhelms your senses. The grimy texture coats your mouth with foul flavors. The first few swipes scoop a tongue-full which you struggle to swallow down. Her smooth hole flexes and winks as your tongue caresses over it.Her hole flexes as your tongue clean it and suck each hair about the rim.

Euna arches her back and pushes her ass out. Your tongue causes her to shiver.

"I don't know what has come over you," she says. "but since you're at it. Make sure to do a thorough job. I won't be going to that ice-cold river tonight. You can though, after I'm clean."

Once the worst is done, you focus on all remaining smears, wherever they may be on her skin. Some come within a narrow width of her pussy.

Eventually, she's clean of any visible mess.

"Now." She reaches back and spreads her ass wide. "Give it a good kiss. Show grace for the pleasure my hole has given you."

You do so. Afterward, Euna rolls over and sits. There's still a small pile at the foot of the bedding, but her eyes fall first on your wilting cock. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.

After some thought, she says, "Sit back."

"What happened to cleaning at the river?"

She pushes you onto your ass.

"Thank you." Euna rolls over. Her eyes settle on your wilting cock. "May I please clean you too?"

You sit back.

"Thank you." Euna rolls over. Her eyes settle on your wilting cock. "Maybe I could clean you too?"

"Are you sure?" you ask.

She nods. So you sit back.

Euna rolls over and sits. There's still a small pile at the foot of the bedding, but her eyes fall first on your wilting cock. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.the pestle dangling between your legs. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accululation packed under the ropes binding it.

Euna kneels by your cock.before you. The smell has hesitate at first, but she begins. Whether to get it over with, or out of boldness, she takes your wilting cock into her mouth and sucks. Her tongue whirls about your shaft.the pestle into her mouth and sucks. Then she suckles along its length. Though she gags, she recovers quickly.

With your shaft mostly clean, she tongues your balls. Without her hands to help, your dick flops against her face.

Another gag. This time, she has to pull away and rest. Her breath is heavy, and her stomach is revolting. Yet when she sees you watching her, she opens her mouth. Brown stains her tongue and marks her lips. She smiles, swallows, and returns to work. Its impressive commitment, especially since you never told her she needed to use her mouth to clean you.

With the worst gone, she works quickly now. Her tongue runs along your crown.Her tongue runs along the ropes looping its base. Soon, the only mess that remains is on her face as she beams at you.

"Satisfactory?" she asks.

"For me, yes. You're still quite the mess." You point.

"How was that?"

You point. "You've got a little."

She swipes her tongue along her lips to catch any residue, except the mess extends along her cheeks. Euna gets that sense from the look in your eyes.

"Maybe we should both go by the river," she says.

You two dispose of all the mess and hurry down to the river, where you both wash yourselves, the ropes, and the pestle thoroughly. Back in bed, you both lie down together.

"Was it worth it?" you ask.

"You mean did I enjoy the most debased sodomy of my life?" she asks. "I don't know. The smell was horrendous, and it was quite a mess. Yet..." She bites her lip. "Maybe it was the sensation of getting ravaged with my gut still full. Or maybe it was the sheer wrongness of it, but already I can feel myself warming up just smelling the stench in here. I think you've broken something inside of me."

She cuddles close. "And now we hold each other tenderly after filthy sodomy. What a romantic couple we make."

Euna's shapely ass is beautiful and pristine. Not a blemish covers it. Between her chicks is her anus. It's flowered outward somewhat and red from it's recent plundering.Between her cheeks is a sweet little puckered hole of the neatest shade of pink. A ring of blonde fur surrounds it.

It twitches as you brush your fingers over it. Euna looks back at you furtively.

Have anal sex with her.

Fist her ass.

Rim her.

Try to fist her ass.

Suggest anal sex.

Suggest anal sex.

When your tongue tickles her perineum, Euna realizes what you're about to do and pulls away. She makes several muffled noises as though trying to speak. You pull her gag out.She pulls the gag from her mouth. "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Why would you want to? I'm..." She blushes. "It's unclean."

"Maybe that's why."

She gives you a perplexed look. "You are a strange little mannasty young lady."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm getting into. Just try to enjoy it."

She seems reluctant, but ultimately rests back. "Okay then. If you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you. You've no one to blame but yourself for what you experience."

You replace her gag. "Just relax."

You spread the cheeks of her ass and play your tongue along her rim.

"Hmm," she moans. "This is nice. You might regret doing this. I might make you do this more often now." "Get in there. Taste me." She pushes rump against your mouth.Reaching back, she spreads the cheeks of her ass.

Small flecks cling to the fur lining her hole. They come loose, filling your mouth with pungent, bitter flavor, but only for a moment.Pungent flavors fill your mouth for the first several seconds of tonguing her, but it soon passes.

You run your tongue along her rim where it's stretched around the pestle. It squeezes the tool invaded her as though suckling the pestle.Your tongue cleans her rim, then you press in. She clenches and squeezes you out. You try again, this time, she relaxes. Your tongue stabs into her rear channel.

You pause fucking her just long enough to get her on all fours facing away from you. She gladly takes the pose and rocks herself back upon your hardwooden cock. She doesn't notice your hand taking a fistful of her long, golden hair.

Your first tug elicits a shrill cry. She tries to look back at you, but your grip doesn't allow, and using her hair as a handle, you yank her back upon your cock again and again.

She has no choice but to comply. Her ass clutches your shaft. Her body slaps against your pelvis. Euna's back is arched and her head is pulled back from your yanking. Animalistic grunts escape her throat, mixed with whimpers.

You curl your fist in her hair as she bobs on your cock. She doesn't react until you yank hard. She cries out shrilly. Her face is left upturned, staring up at you. Your cock rests upon her face, and she fishes for it with her mouth like a dog straining her leash, but your grip holds her steady.

Then you steer her head back down upon your cock, leaving her no control at all. She sucks as much as she's allowed until you yank her off again to prostrate her before you. Each time, she's left gasping.

You writh and squirm as Euna pleasures you. Your thighs squeeze about her head. Your fist curls through her hair.

With a strong grip, you force her deeper into your sex. She whimpers. Her face buries deep in your folds. She can only keep licking while you maintain your firm grip with her hair.

With a strong grip, you press her face against your sex. She yelps and tries to pull away, but your fist clenches. Your thighs hug her skull. Only when she resumes tonguing you do you loosen.

As Euna sucks your cock, you rest your hand upon the back of her hand, winding your fingers through her hair. Then your grip tightens.

She whimpers. Her eyes meet yours momentarily, but with your fist's firm grip, she obediently keeps sucking you off. This is just your way of steering her rhythm.

She gives a muffled cry of surprise and tries to pull away, but your clenched fist keeps her in place. Her alarmed eyes meet yours, but seeing your dispassion, she slowly resumes sucking you off, while your hand controls her pace.

Sitting up on her face,Reaching up, you squeeze her breasts, causing her writhe. You take each nipple between your fingers and pinch.

Euna hisses. She struggles against the ropes binding her wrists,She clasps her hand over yours and is on the verge of pulling your hands away, yet when you bend back over her and bury your tongue in her slit,you keep pounding into her, and her lust wins over. With her arms bound overhead, she juts her chest out against your squeezing handsHer hand over yours, she squeezes them against her breasts—an open invitation to do as you wish.

You squeeze each nipple in turn, twisting and pulling, illiciting whimpers. She never stops working upon your sex. So while tormenting her tits, you bend back over and taste of her again. The effect on her is electric. Her ass squeezes your member.Her vaginal walls clutch your member. Both nipples stand erect.

As you're having sex, you bring your fist down on Euna's belly. It nearly doubles her over, even as you're fucking her. For the next punches, Euna bites her lips to keep from crying out, but enough hard swift blows and she's contorting. Her hands are desperate to defend herself, but tethered as they are over her head, she's helpless.but she keeps them over your shoulder, out to the side, over her head, or anywhere to keep them out of the way. Her pussy squeezes your member with each strike.

Your last punch is with most of your strength. She bursts out coughing.

"Oh Lord, enough!" She curls up.She clutches her belly. Despite her twisted mask of pain, she cradles you with her legs to welcome you to fuck her deeper.

You lightly punch Euna in the stomach. She flinches, and sex slows.

"Punching me, are you?" Euna says. "Like those silly girls in town?"

"They must find something they like about it."

Euna stretches back without letting you slip out of her. "Go on then, those girls were getting punched a might bit harder than that. Do better.Treat me properly."

You deliver punch after punch to her abdomen, feeling her pussy tighten around your cock.

"Harder," she says. "Please."

Your next punch causes a rippling slap to sound out. "Augh!" She pulls the rope tethering her arms taught, unable to guard her belly, but then, "Just like that. Yes." She relaxes.cradles her belly, but then, "Just like that. Yes." Her hands move away.

Another punch, another cry. Another cradling. She struggles to keep still.herself from putting her hands in the way. Each blow knocks the wind out of her. Your next punch lands with nearly all your strength. "Oh, Lord. Augh. Enough!" This time she curls over. You slip out.

"I think I'm going to bruise..." She focuses on her breath. "It's like a jolt to my entire womb, but... I don't know why. It just causes such a stirring."

"It's a shock to your system," you say.

She nods, eyes closed. Rolling back over, she tenderly straightens out. "No more, but Lord in heaven, please fuck me now."

And you're inside her again. She holds you close and stares intently into your eyes with an expression muddled with pain and desire.

As you're having sex, you bring your fist down on Euna's stomach. She tenses. Her pussy squeezes your cock. Yet she eases back and gives you an assenting look.

More punches, each causing a squeeze and sharp breath, each a little harder, until one hard strike causes her flinch. Hands bound, she can only squirm.Breath heavy, Euna brings a hand to her clit and rubs fervently. However, this does block you from further strikes.

You punch Euna in the stomach, lightly. She flinches. Sex stops.

"...did you just punch me?" Euna says.

"Lightly."

"Like all those silly girls in town?"

"They must find something they like about it."

Euna bites her lip in contemplation. She scoots further up the bed and props herself against the pillows. "Enjoy yourself.""Do it again." She says, "but carefully."

You situate yourself over her. The first punch is hardly a tap. The second and third cause her to flinch. By the fourth and fifth, she's tensing her abdomen against the punches, so for your next punch, you freeze just a second before striking her flesh, and then you strike. Hard.

Euna curls up. "Oohh, you devil!" She clutches her stomach and takes deep controlling breaths. There's pain, clearly, but something is happening inside her, as evident from her slow writhing and the gentle gyration.

"So?" you ask.

"I think..." She rubs her thighs together to create pleasant friction. "...that I'm done experimenting for now. But this was illuminating." Sensually, she stretches out and arches her back, putting her body on full display. "Please return to battering my body in your more conventional manner."

You oblige, and soon you're once again astride Euna and buried deep inside her.

Without breaking stride, you bring your hand down upon her ass with a loud crack.

Her eyes snap open. Her pumping slows. She looks at you with an arched eyebrow. You continue on as though nothing were amiss. Little by little, she resumes humping against you. When you bring your hand down upon her ass again, she flinches, but doesn't slow.

Euna yelps. She glances at you. Her eyes twinkle with mischief.

So you slap her again, and again. With each slap, she shudders. The cheeks of her ass glow red.

You roll up so you're hunkered over Euna's face looking down her body. While she licks, you take a firm grip of both her nipples and pinch. She jerks and cries out into your sex. Instead of letting up, As you fuck her, While you hump her cleavage, you squeeze both of her bound tits viciously. Choked as they are, the pain is amplified, and Euna cries out in response.Euna hisses in response. You twist and squeeze, as kneading dough, By now, you've got firm grips on both her globes, like handholds to better fuck her with. It twists and pulls her flesh, You stretch them around your member with no concern for the pain your tit fucking is causing her, yet even as she writhes, Euna's arches her back, jutting her chest outward as though desperate for this abuse.

As you pleasure her clit with your tongue, As you hammer into her, While your tongue tickles along her rim, As you work digits in and out of her snatch, your fingers trace along her rim. Euna, though lost in pleasure, widens her eyes. Her body trembles at the touch.

You press the tip of your finger in. It resists a little; she tightens up. So you resume circling the rim as you tongue her clit. as you fuck her. as your tongue teases about. as your other fingers work her pussy. Soon, you try again, and her hole slowly yields. Euna bucks. She grinds her sex against your face. Her sex squeezes your cock. Your finger works deep and pries her open for your tongue to delve. Your fingers are buried now in both her ass and her squeezing quim. Second knuckle. Third knuckle. Her ass easily allows you to slip in and out without resistance.

Then you get to work sucking and tonguing. You stab deep into her hole and feel her rim squeeze you out. It's having its affect. Her legs tremble and squeeze.

Almost as quickly as though you'd been working her clit, she's crying out and bucking purely from your stimulation to her anal rim.

And just like that, she's left gasping and spent.

"Ohh," she moans. "That was... oddly incredible."

"Sounds like you have a new favorite hole."

"Sounds like you do," she says. "I still don't see why you'd ever want to put your mouth there, but if it suits you..." She wraps her legs about you in an embrace. "Just don't expect me to kiss you."

You plant a kiss upon her navel. "In time, Your Highness."

Exhausted and sore as she is, she lifts her legs to her chest once again. "You are right. Abuse me as you will."

Climbing over her, you easily slide your erection into her slack asshole and bottom out. Her legs entrap you, and she flexes to squeeze your member tight. You hammer her ass, and within a minute, you fire your seed deep into her.

"Satisfied, my love?" she whispers.

"I am."

"Now that you've broken my poor bottom, what other ways are you going to stretch me out?"

"You'll find out."

You slip a finger into Euna's anus. It slides in easily to the base. Euna's butt squeezes it.

A second finger slides in beside the first. Then comes a third. This one meets resistance, but you get the fingers all the way in. Experimentally, you splay your fingers, stretching her rim.

Euna hisses. "Slower," she warns.

"But keep going?"

She regards you coolly. "I see what you're doing."

"What am I doing?"

"You're looking to fit as much as you can. You weren't satisfied fitting your fist inside my nethers. Now you must abuse my poor bottom too."

"We don't have to do this."

"No. Go ahead, you deviant. I know you won't be satisfied until you've done so. But I must insist that you use oil."

You look through your pack and take out...

The bottle of akkoro slime.

The bottle of daywither syrup.

You fetch the bottle of akkoro slime from the pack.

"Oh, that?"

"I've heard people use it for sex."

"I know. I think heard that from me, and I might regret telling you that."

"Why not? It's safe, isn't it?"

She sniffs the bottle. "It is, but... Oh very well. We can use that, if you want."

You fetch the bottle of daywither syrup.

"I had a feeling you were talking about that," she says.

"It'll work, won't it?"

"It will." She eyes the jar. "Very well. We'll use it."

And so you slather your fist with a dash of daywither syrup.

And so you cover your hand with a scoop of akkoro slime.

Euna pulls her knees to her chest, making her rear the center of your attention. You slide three fingers back in and work them about easily now. Four fingers now. You splay them to create a small gap. Euna feels around and slides a finger inside.

"Hmm, seems like there's still room," she says.

"You're as curious as I am," you reply.

She shrugs. "Maybe I am. Maybe I've experimented a little myself."

"Why?"

"Perhaps I was getting myself ready for you. My ass is for your pleasure, so please, go ahead."

"When?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She pulls her finger out. "Go on now."

You're up to your knuckles now. Only your thumb remains, which you tuck and push. And push, and twist, and push, and jab, and twist. Try as you might though, you just can't quite get through the final knuckle of your thumb through.

Euna is relaxing as much as she can, but each jab causes her pain. "I'm not sure it's going to fit after all," she says.

"I've almost got it..." You push hard and don't relent. Her ass caves inward.

"Ahh, stop!" she squeals. "It's too much!"

But finally your knuckles slip through.

Breathless, Euna reaches and feels only your wrist. "My Lord. It's actually in!" She holds your arm in place while she recovers. Your fingers are clamped together inside her by her enveloping rectum. Her anal ring squeezes your wrist. Eventually, Euna's hand comes away.

You pull your hand from her rectum until her ring recedes from around your knuckles, and then you push back in. You build a rhythm of pumping in and out of her bowels. Her body rocks with each thrust. At last, she screams out. She grinds the pestle deep in her pussy.She strums her clit frantically. Her sex oozes over your arm.

Afterward, you withdraw your fist. It emerges with a small pop. Her yawning hole closes reluctantly.

"Satisfied?" you ask.

She slides three fingers into her own gaping hole. A smile comes over her. "I think I'm starting to develop a new favorite hole."

"Satisfied?" you ask.

She slides three fingers into her own gaping hole. A smile comes over her. "No. Now you will dump your seed in my cavern."

"Are you asking?"

"This is an order. Fill me with your cum."

Climbing over her, you easily slide your erection into her slack hole and bottom out immediately. Her legs entrap you, and she flexes her asshole to squeeze you tight. After hammering into her for minutes, you fill her bowels with your seed.

Afterward, you two melt together.

"Now I am satisfied." She nuzzles against your chest. "Of course, I'm sure you're not satisfied. You never will be, will you? Now that you've broken my poor bottom, what other ways are you going to stretch me out, I wonder."

"We'll see."

"Ooh, that was intense," Euna rubs her poor abused hole. She eyes your erection. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you unsatisfied. I'm spent."

"Very well. We will rest."

"No. You don't get to rest until I've had my own turn. You said your ass is for my pleasure."

You lie down with her, and she encircles you with her limbs.

"Now that you've broken my poor bottom," she asks. "What other ways are you going to stretch me out?"

"You'll find out."

As she sucks you off, you lie down flat, grab her hips, and swivel her so she's lying on top of you with her sex right in your face. She squeals in surprise, but the moment your tongue is tickling her clit, she goes right back to bobbing on your cock. Her thighs squeeze your head appreciatively.

Swiveling about so you're looking down her body, you fold over her and begin by tickling her clit with your tongue. As though by instinct, Euna spreads her legs wider, her tongue never stops working. Four of her fingers are buried in your slit.Two of her fingers worm deep in your slit.

You may have your tongue buried in the folds of Euna's sex, but she takes her duty of blowing you seriously, and it soon has its effect. As you cum, she grinds her pussy against your face as though the very taste of your cum is a powerful aphrodisiac for her. She's just as breathless as you by the time your load is spent.

You can tell when Euna is getting close. Her legs begin twitching. Burrowing in, you suckle her clit while working your fingers deep. The closer she gets, the more she doubles her efforts upon your own sex. She makes sure you two climax together. Hips bucking, thighs clasping, and bodies shuddering, that's exactly what she gets.

Stroking her face, you bring your cock tantalizingly close to her lips. She pulls away.

"No," she says.

"No?"

"A woman's mouth is not a receptacle. It is a sin for a man to lay seed anywhere but upon the womb."

"I don't have to lay my seed there."

"It's still a sin."

"So is everything fun."

She grins. "Are you trying to tempt me, Fool?"

"If you don't want to..."

"No no, it's..." Frowning, she studies at your cock. "I've already bedded with you. And you have done this very thing for me. I suppose it's proper that I reciprocate..."

"Only fair," you say.

Euna ponders the act a while longer. She makes up her mind and leans to tentatively licks the tip of your cock. The taste leaves her puzzled, but she tries again, this time sucking its entire head. Growing more experimental, she takes more of the shaft in her mouth. Though her focus is on getting used to your cock more than it is on pleasuring you. Which is fine. You let her take her time. Her curiosity is amusing.

Eventually she gets down to business, bobbing back and forth upon your cocks, taking as much of it as she can, which isn't much. This is not the best head you've ever received. In fact, it's close to the worst. She does go at it with spirit though.

It takes a long time before you feel yourself getting close. You groan and pump your hips, but when the time finally comes for you to erupt, it catches her off guard. The first shot of cum fills her mouth, and she snaps her head back. Your cock spurts dribbles of cum which run down your shaft.

It was the worst orgasm you've had in ages.

Having watched your cock erupt, Euna spits out the cum in her mouth.

"Normally," you reply. "The woman continues her efforts until the man has finished climaxing."

She realizes what she's just done. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't... I just." She bursts out laughing and pulls you in to a tight hug. "Please forgive me. It was my first time. It was unexpected."

"If you didn't expect me to peak, then what did you expect?"

She bats you playfully. "You know what I mean. I got caught up concentrating on pleasuring you. It just startled me." She shimmies down your body until her head is level with your cock. Delicately, she kisses it along its shaft. "Will you forgive me?" she asks. "I promise to do better next time."

"Nothing to forgive," you say. "It was a memorable experience."

"I suppose that it was."

"Would you like to learn more tricks about giving headhow to fellate a man?" you ask.

Euna stops her efforts and looks at you, her head by your crotch. "Of course."

You whisper secrets into her ear.

A wide grin comes over her. "That's a bold request to make anyone, much less a tsarivna."

"I know," you say. "And what a scandal it would be if a tsarivna were versed in such a technique."

"The tsardom would be aghast at what a filthy harlot their heir was. Just the thought of someone of such royalty doing something so raunchy..." She chews her lip. "You should probably untie me if I'm to do a good job of it, at least for this time." Once you do so, Euna guides you onto your back and pushes your thighs up to your chest, leaving you fully exposed to her.

It starts with her tongue strumming your sex, just beneath your cock. It strums up and down its folds until extending past the bottom. perineum—the stretch of skin between your balls and your sphincter. It tickles every crevice.

Then she dives upon your puckered hole. After a few wet swipes of her tongue the rim, your hole would be no dirtier than her mouth. With that, her lips fasten around the hole, and her tongue burrows in. Her eyes lock onto yours, even with her nose buried under your ballsackin your sex. Her hands work your shaftcaress along your thighs as her tongue worms about your insides.

The sensations prove too much, and you erupt into the air. Ropes of cum splatter her face. Softer spurts ooze out over her working hands. Only once the last spurt has emerged does she stop her stimulating. Euna reverses course, tonguing her way up to your cock, licking away your seed. Finally, she sits back on her heels and beams with pride.

"Did I perform the trick properly?" she asks. Strings of cum mark her face and hair.

"You performed masterfully," you reply.

"As a tsarivna should." Euna snuggles her head against your chest.

"Are you not going to clean this away?" You motion toward the cum still smearing her.

She shrugs without opening her eyes. "Perhaps I enjoy your stain upon me. I'll get it later."

You hug her close. "It suits you."

The pleasure build inside of you different than if she were working your sex, and you're unsure you're going to get off at all, but after slow building, she stabs her tongue deep, and your climax just happens. This fount of pleasure spreads through you, making your toes curl and your breath shudder. Her fingers suddenly upon your clit causes you to scream out. You're left breathless.

She's sitting on her heels beaming with pride. "Did I perform the trick properly?" she asks.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," you reply.

"And men enjoy this too?"

"They like it more."

"Seems like it must be clumsier to do. Their rod and jewels must be in the way."

"You will get your nose buried in their sack," you agree. "Just use your hands, if they're free. Work their rod and their rose, and you'll have them signing songs about you."

"Songs of that shameless strumpet they once met." She snuggles up against you. "I don't know if I'll be plying this trick on men, but it's a good trick to know in case I ever decide. Thank you for teaching me."

"Of course," you say. "Anything to help you become a shameless strumpet."

You can feel her smile against your chest.

You start first by kissing Euna. Her kisses migrate down your chin, to your neck, and your breasts. She's content to enjoy those, when you start guiding her down your belly.

She lingers once her kisses are upon your navel, and your nudging doesn't get her farther.

"A little bit lower," you whisper.

"I know what you're aiming for," she whispers. "I'm just... unsure."

"If you're not ready..."

"No, no. I've already bedded with you, haven't I. So it's not really not much more of a sin. And you've done so for me."

"I have," you say. "So will you kiss me back?"

Euna chews her lip in thought. She goes back to kissing your belly.

Slowly, her lips work lower, playing first upon your dick, but continuing onover your furredbare mound, to just outside the lips of your sex. She lingers, as though still torn. Her breath is both warm, yet it cools the slick wetness. She's taking in your aroma.

It starts with a kiss, on one lip, and then the other. They wander away, down your thighs, only to find their way back. This isn't reluctance anymore. It's teasing. Her breath tickles more than her lips. She leaves a trail up and down your lips, and a few right upon your button. Those kisses cause little jolts.

At first it's hard to distinguish her tongue. It taps as lightly as her lips, but then comes the first rasp. She's tasting you now. Her traces your folds, both in and out as though exploring—growing acquanted with a flower she'll come to love. And finally her tongue parts your lips and presses inside.

All coyness is gone now. Her tongue traces and tickles and circles. You're having trouble keeping still now. A well of tension is building inside you, which she seems to sense. For her lips focus upon your small nub. A final shockwave seizes you and sends you past a point of no return.

You can't help yourself. You tremble. You mewl. You writhe. And then you're done.

Euna rests her chin upon your belly and grins up at you. "How was that for a kiss, my love?"

Afterward, you two snuggle together. Though peaceful, her kisses upon your face and neck continue. Even resting, she can't stop from showing her love.

"A little more," you whisper, indicating your fingers.

A third finger slips inside you. After some pumping, then comes a fourth. Four fingers saw in and out with ease, and then she pauses, and there's the thumb. She's looking up at you inquisitively. You nod, so she tucks her thumb and pushes.

"A little more," you whisper, indicating three fingers.

She slips a third finger into you beside the first two. Her lips keep nuzzling your clit.

You stop tonguing her to whisper again. "Another."

She does so hesitantly. It's starting to feel tight, but this isn't your limit.

"Euna," you whisper, and when she looks, you indicate your whole fist.

Her eyes go wide with bewilderment. "You can't be serious."

"Do it."

She does not return to sucking your clit, but focuses rather on sawing her four finger into you past her knuckles. You are still pliable, so after steeling herself, she tucks her thumb and pushes.

It's been a while. You focus on relaxing yourself, and even so its tight work, but you hump back against her, and soon her lips swallow her hand all the way to your lips. That wonderful full feeling is worth a little hurt.

"I wasn't sure if you could take my fist," Euna says. "I figure yes, but it's fun to find out."

Euna is flabbergasted. "My Lord." She works her fist in and out. "Doesn't this hurt?"

"Hmm, no." You're savoring the feeling. "Keep going..."

Her fist works timidly at first, as though afraid she might hurt you, but the harder you hump back against her, the more bold she becomes, until she's pistoning her hand into you well past her wrist. It brings both pain and pleasure, and it builds inside you until it's too much, and it all bleeds out of you at once.

Then comes the cramp. Her fist is big, and your muscles are tight.

With a little push from you, Euna extracts her hand. "What have you been doing with your life that you can take a fist like that?"

"I've been having fun while you were keeping your virtues up in that convent."

Euna traces her slick fingers along your thighs. "Apparently so."

You relax your anus. Euna is worming her tongue past your ring, but then she feels the mass moving out.

Her tongue withdraws, and she struggles, but you keep right on pushing. When your log pushes through past her lips, she squeals in disgust. Her wrists strain against her ropes, but she doesn't throw you off.Her hands are poised, ready to push you off, yet she doesn't.

Then, her hands go flat at her side. No more resistance.

She tenses. The mass retreats. Euna remains poised, as though unsure whether to push you off. Then her hands where you can see,as though ready to thrash and throw you off. Then her bound hands relax, and she beckons. Go ahead, her hands say. Her lips fix about your rim.

You let your shit freely flow. It hits the back of her throat and backs up instantly, and like that, Euna is retching. She throws you off and sits partway up. It seems she's about to run to vomit, but no. She holds, half risen, with her cheeks puffed and a tip of shit sticking from her lips. The retching comes in bouts, but she's slowly winning control.

Her eyes find yours, and she begins to chew. It's difficult with so much in her mouth, and clumps fall onto her breasts. Her hands writhe about in their binding, as though filled with pensive energy.Her hand shoots between her legs and strums frantically. Her body contorts as much from heaving fits as it does from trembling pleasure, and she's heaving breaths, yet she persists in this disgusting self-torment.

With micro-swallows, she makes headway. The shit turns to sludge, which trickles into her belly. Eventually, she's able to pop the clumps on her breasts into her mouth. And once her tongue is mostly clean, she hefts her tits up and licks away the smears.

Euna looks queasy, but proud of herself.

"If you have any more," she says, "you can finish using my mouth."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd like to please you," she says.

"I don't care. I could shit in the woods just as happily as I could in your mouth. I did this to help you become a proper shit whore so you don't embarrass yourself the next time a client wants it."

Euna chews her lip. "Is that what I am to you? A shit whore?"

"Yes. One who badly needs training. You should be thanking me for helping you."

A timid smile plays on her face. "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for helping me become a better shit whore," Euna says.

"Do you want me to finish shitting in your mouth?"

"Yes, please. I do."

"Then beg for it."

"Please, my mastermistress. Please shit in my mouth. Let me swallow your waste right into my sewer of a stomach. Let me gorge myself on your dung. Make me the best shit whore you could ever want. Help me make my mouth the perfect receptacle, because it's what you want. It's... it's what I deserve." She rolls over before you, making her mouth available to you.

"That wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought it'd be," she says.

"If you thought that, why'd you do it?"

"Because it might be the most intimate thing I've ever done. I took your shit into my sacred body. It sits in my stomach, and it will become a part of me. It's like we're bound together now."

"You make it sound romantic."

"It is. Eating your shit is the most profound declaration of love I've ever shown you, or anyone. I've polluted myself for you."

"I'm honored."

"Don't be too honored." She rests back. "I also did this for practice. The next time a john wants to shit in my mouth, I don't plan to back down again. Now come over here, squat over my mouth, and help me practice with whatever you've got left."

"As you command, your Highness."

You get into position over her. Her lips seal against your hole. And when you void, they stay put. Your crap slithers into her mouth. She chews and swallows rapidly. And after the last is gone, her tongue rasps your hole until you lift up. Euna is left licking her lips.

"Thank you," she says.

"For what?"

"For feeding me your shit."

"You're welcome. Make sure you always thank me," you say. "Or anyone else who's gracious enough to use your mouth."

"Yes, my mastermistress. I will."

"It's already getting easier," she says.

"Ready for other people?"

"I don't know. I ate your waste out of love. But if I take another person's shit into my body, it will be a loveless act. Nothing more than depravity."

"You'll be a shit whore pulling a trick."

"That's right." She shivers. Her wrists tug against the ropes. Her thighs rub together.Her finger play her clit. "I'm going to cum just thinking about it. Lord, I can't wait to take someone else's shit into me, for money. I'll be... oh Lord... I'll be the most depraved whore of them all. Hmm!" She's trembling now.

"You still have a ways to go," you say. "Are you ready to eat any stranger'sa man's shit? Countless johns? All filling your stomach, or your cunt? Smearing you in waste? You must be prepared for the most disgusting and degrading acts that will pollute your once-sacred body in vile ways."

"Oh Lord! I will! I'll torture my stomach! I live to wallow." Euna roils in ecstasy. "I'll be the shit whore you've made me!"

"You'll be a filth queen."

"Yesss! Oh, ohhh," and she's lost for a moment, body trembling. It's quite a moment of passion considering she was never able to touch herself.Her hand scrub between her legs until she's too sensitive for her own touch.

You kneel down above Euna's head such that your pestle cock is dangling right before her face. She looks at you inquisitively.

"Want to try something new?" you ask.

"Want to learn a new trick for giving men head?" you ask.

"Always," she replies.

"Then I'm going to fuck your face."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean instead of you sucking cock for me, I'm going to use your mouth for myself."

"It sounds like you want to... sodomize my mouth, for lack of a better word."

You nod. "I'm going to fuck it like it's just another hole to fuck."

She grins wickedly. "Sounds punishing." She lays down by your strapped-on manhood. "Then do so. Violate my face."

Lifting her head up by her chin, you push yourthe cock into her mouth. Once at the back of her throat, she gags. You keep on going until every inch of youthe tool is in her mouth. She has hardly a moment to adjust before you clutch her head and begin to fuck.

As you hammer her throat, she thrashes, though her head is fixed in place. She clutches your hips as though trying fruitlessly to control your rhythm. Her throat spasms around your shaft, only adding to your pleasure.Her throat swells each time the bulbous pestle hammers down her gullet.

You pull away for a second. She gasps for air. Saliva and mucus dribbles from yourthe cock, and drips onto her face. As flustered as she is, she keeps her mouth wide open, ready for reentry, and you slam back down her throat.

More retching and more struggling, but you ignore it and have your way with her. Each time you pull away, she's more desperate for breath than before, but her mouth never shuts.

After one particularly long run of face-fucking, your climax comes. You power right through it, firing seed down her throat. For the last few spurts, you bury yourself deep and hold. Euna's thrashing is dying down by the time you pull off.

This goes on for far longer than necessary for teaching her the trick. You rape her face until she's flopping about like a fish in need of air, and then you fuck her a few minutes longer. To finish, you bury the pestle deep and hold. Euna's thrashing is dying down by the time you pull off.

She gasps, coughs, sputters. Her face is a mess. Her eyes are bloodshot and tears stream down her face. Yet after she recovers, she seems unfazed.

"How very carnal." she coughs, "I nearly passed out."

"I saw."

"And yet you kept right on. How devilish of you." She cleans up her face. As she snuggles up close, she whisper on last thing. "I think I like carnal.""I look forward to letting men rape my mouth too."

You go to switch your arms. There are stains your knuckles. Euna hesitates.

"No?" you ask.

"I don't think so."

"You're already messy."

"I'm tainted, yes," she replies, "but that's... too much, I think. I'll already have a miserable time cleaning myself out. So keep those fists to their proper holes."So let's not. Please?"

"Very well." You aim your filthy fist as her ass and punch back in. She gasps in surprise, and after you've worked your other fist back into her canal, you're back to pistoning her with both fists while she trembles and writhes.

You go to switch your arms. There are stains your knuckles. Euna clamps her thights together.

"No?" you ask.

"As fun as it was last time, I'd rather not spend half the night cleaning myself out again. I'm already tainted enough."

"Very well." You press your filthy fist back into her ass, then other back into her canal. You're soon back into a rhythm.

You pull both fists from her holes.

"Don't stop," she pleads.

"Roll over."

Her eyes widen with realization, and she looks at your fists. One is covered in her vaginal secretions, and the other has light smears of scum running down your wrist. "Oh, that is depraved. You're going to sully me." She rolls over and pulls her other leg to her chest.

Her gaping ass easily takes your nectar-covered fingers. Your other fist lines up with her sex. Brown lines your fingernails, and it's packed between your fingers.

"It's so wrong," Euna mutters. "You're polluting me."

Her sex envelopes your hand up to your wrist. The filthiness of such an adulterated fisting has her quaking. With only a few thrusts, she starts to climax. At moments she tries to pull away. At other's she's humping against you as though trying to force your dirty fist deeper inside her.

Soon, she comes down, but you keep thrusting. She enjoys it while recovering her breath.

You switch arms and line your fist up with her yawning vaginal canal. Brown stains your knuckles. Euna looks at it apprehensively, then obediently rolls onto her other side, lining her holes up with your fists.rolls to her other side, lining her holes up with your fists and giving you unspoken permission. You press in. Those clumps are now dissolving in her already-tainted vagina.

She doesn't care. Euna rests back and basks as you press your other hand into her gaped anus.

You withdraw your fists again. It seems you're stirring the sludge in her bowels, because more is caking your fist this time. Euna whimpers in frustration and turns to align her holes with your switch.

"Don't stop," she mutters.

You press into her. She doesn't seem to care about the shit your fist took with it.

Once again, you withdraw. Euna rolls over automatically. Her eyes are closed, so she doesn't see the reservoir of shit caked over your fingernails. She must smell it though. You certainly can.

You push that fist into her cunt. It's tinging brown.

Euna trembles in pleasure all the same as you work both her holes.

You pull out of her ass. Brown is caked between your fingers like mortar. She rolls without looking. "Put it in," she mutters.

You press that fist into her snatch. Some clumps cling to her vaginal lips. Her slack ass is oozing shit when you press your other hand to it. It seeps between your fingers.

This time, when you pull out, you keep your fist loose. Your fingers scrape up sludge, leaving you with a small reservoir in your palm.

Euna rolls over and pulls one leg to her chest, leaving her split open. She's awaiting your fists. You oblige. That reservoir is lost deep inside her.

When you withdraw, you run your fingers along the sludge oozing from her asshole. It's a handful. You're careful reaching into her cunt to make sure that sludge stays in your palm. With your hand deep inside, you squeeze, and the sludge squirts out between your fingers.

She must feel the grimy sludge running from her stretched vagina, but must be too close to orgasm to care. She won't be lost to it much longer.

Leaving your fist buried in her snatch, you begin working fingers into her tight asshole.

She's tight, and dry, but it only takes a few more dollops of daywither slime. Soon you're working four fingers into her ass. With one fierce push, you're in her up to the wrist with both hands.

She's tight, and dry, but it only takes a few more dollops of akkoro slime. Soon you're working four fingers into her ass. With one fierce push, you're in her up to the wrist with both hands.

She's tight, and dry, but your other fist is completely coated in her vaginal juices. You pull it out and work that hand into her ass instead. It still takes some work but soon it's up to your wrist in her ass.

Then you focus back on her drooling slit with your other hand. A few hard thrusts, and that wrist too is buried inside her.

Leaving your fist buried in her ass, you work your other hand into her sex.

Euna lets out a whimpered sigh. Then a series of gasped yelps as you start alternately sawing your fists in and out of her hole. Within minutes, she's convulsing and whimpering. Her holes squeezes your arms.

Euna's moans slowly build in pitch. Her asshole and pussy seemasshole seems to suck your fist inward with each thrust. Her cries reach a crescendo, and suddenly, she pushes back on your fistsfist, impaling herself nearly to your elbows.deeper than you were going.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," she whines.

You press on until she's convulsing. Only then do her thighs clamp around your arm, holding your fist in place.does she reach down and grab your elbowwrist. "No more," she whimpers, but she does savor the slow pull as your fists emerge from her holesfist emerges from her ass with a pop.

You position yourself behind Euna and line your strapped on cock up with her asshole. When you press forward, her experience ass easily accept you all the way to the hilt with no resistance.Pressing forward, there's a little resistance at first, but then you slide in to the hilt. Euna lets out a shuddering moan of pleasure.

You slide nearly entirely out, then hammer back in. Back and forth, you build up a rhythm. Euna humps back against you. The ring of her ass milks your memberthe tool.

You warm her up first by gently pressing your fingers into her anus. Euna winces. She tries her best to relax, and bit by bit, her hole stops clenching. You situate yourself, hoist up her legs, and press your cockphallus in.

She tenses. "Take it slow," she says.

You do so, pushing gently and allowing her back passage to accept your memberthe tool. After bottoming out, you pull back until just the head is buried, then thrust back in. Soon, you building up a rhythm until you're fucking away at her ass.

With one slow stroke, you push all the way in until your pelvis presses against her ass. Her back arches. Her body shudders. You pull out until only the head of your cock is in her, only to plunge inside with force. This time, she cries out. Soon,Her fingers are instantly upon her clit, rubbing furiously as you hammer into her with full, powerful strokes.

The pestle in her snatch leaves her pussy stretched. ItAs you fuck her ass, she grasps the pestle still buried in her snatch and works it back and forth as though grinding spices. It deforms and stretches her pussy, and

tightens her anal passage. The double penetration sends her to another level of pleasure.

Your climax builds.It's not long before she's trembling and mewling. With a few sharp slaps to her ass, you Gripping her long hair, you yank her back. She wails, and her ass squeezes tight, but you don't let her stop. Her ass slaps against your thighs as you You slam yourthe cock deep into her rectum. Your seed fills her bowels. She cries out in ecstasy.

Afterward, her asshole gapes a little. Cum bubbles from her still-open hole. "Ohh, that was intense." Hands bound overhead, she undulates in residual pleasure.She runs her fingers along her own hole, smearing cum, sliding inside a few times. "I shouldn't enjoy this," she whispers. "But maybe that's why I do."

The moment you feel your orgasm approaching, you take full control. Guiding her head back, you pump your own cock right before her face. Euna opens her mouth wide, but your seed splatters across her cheek, her nose, and her chin. Only after the last drop has dotted her forehead do you let her move.

Euna sits back. "That was... unexpected. I would have gladly swallowed it."

"I'm sure you would have. I wanted to do something different."

"I see. Something messy."

"Don't like it?"

"I'd rather drink your seed, but I'll let you fire it wherever you wish." With her hands still bound overhead, she licks her lips clean of whatever she can.She wipes what she can off her face and licks her fingers clean. "I like it when you surprise me."

Euna licks her lips for what she can.wipes away the mess. "Thank you for blessing my face with your wonderful cum. I will not clean it away until you tell me to.""If you think staining my face with your seed will get me to cave in and bathe, you're wrong." She curls close. "I enjoy it too much."

As she continues fellating you, you concentrate on her body. Her breasts dangle beneath her in the most wonderful way. Both so large and smooth. No bodice could contain them without revealing her endless cleavage. You reach for a handful and play with her nipples. From there, you run your hands along her body. Her skin is like alabaster—smooth and perfect. And to think that such a beautiful creature is pleasuring you with her mouth. It's truly erotic all on its own even if her performance is mediocre. Eventually, you manage to climax.

She keeps her mouth on you until you've finish. Pulling away, she scurries from the alcove to the edge of the camp. It's hard to see her in the dark, but she's most likely spitting your seed out over the ledge.Pulling away, she scurries around the tree. You hear her spitting out your seed.

When she returns, she's smiling broadly, so proud of herself. It might be worth giving her some pointers at some point, but it's too late to do it tonight, At this early stage of her sexual exploration, it may be a bad idea to ruin her accomplishment, so you smile in return.

You present Euna with your cock.

Euna pulls away, nose wrinkled. "You do remember you just had sex with my bottom, don't you?"

"I remember." You keep your cock poised.

"And you want me to put it in my mouth?"

"I do."

"Hmm." She bites her lip in thought. "It is such a filthy thing, isn't it? Cleaning it would be such a vile act."

She makes up her mind. Her mouth envelops the head of your filthy cock. She sucks for a moment, then gags.

"Ugh, it's potent."

"I figured it would be. Do you want to stop?"

Instead of answering, she starts again. This time taking your cock half way into her mouth. Her tongue works along the shaft. Again she gags, but she doesn't back away. Soon, your cock is clean and glistening.

"And you thought I wouldn't, didn't you?" she says.

"Actually, I knew you would."

She grins and takes your cock back in her mouth. She gives it tender care with her tongue and lips, taking it far down her throat. Any hesitation she had is gone.

You present Euna your cock, fresh from her ass and smeared with streaks. Without hesitation, she lovingly takes it into her mouth.She hesitates at first, then tentatively takes it into her mouth. Immediately she gags, but this doesn't deter her. She's right back at it. After sucking the shaft, she licks at the base your shaft.

Only once your cock is fully cleansed does she focus on pleasuring you with her mouth. She bobs up and down your shaft while massaging your balls with her hands.

Moving up towards her head, you take a firm grip of her hair and put your cock to her lips. Euna dutifully take you into her mouth and shows your member true tenderness. She alternates between teasing its head, to wrapping her lips about your shaft and taking it down her throat until her lips press against your pelvis. Each time, she chokes upon your cock. Thick saliva coats your shaft, which she gathers with her tongue and incorporate into the experience. Much of it dribbles down her chin. to taking you into her mouth, putting her lips partway down your shaft.

Wetting one finger, she sneaks it down under your sack, circles it around your rim, and pushes it into your rectum. Your pleasure amplifies when she massages that particular spot inside you, just behind your testicles.

As you get closer, she maneuvers your legs up. She kisses down your shaft, She suckles your balls, She tastes your pussy.She nibbles your perineum. Finally, she fastens her lips to your ass and burrows her tongue into your rectumas though she hungers for what might be within. Her hands work your cock all the while.

You erupt over your belly, but it doesn't matter. Euna's lips trace a trail up, and she licks the mess off of you.

When you feel the moment come, you yank her back by her hair, illiciting a gasping moan. Her face is held upturned, and when you rest your cock's head upon her lips and work yourself, she opens to accept your impending offering. Pumping your own cock, you fire your cum into her upturned mouth. She remains still until your offering sits pooled upon her tongue.

When she feels your grip tightens on her hair, she fastens her mouth about your cock and guzzles your cum.

Sensing you're approaching orgasm, she takes every inch of you down her throat, causing her to choke. Her throat squeezes your cock's head as you fire seed directly to her stomach.

When she sense you tense, she fastens her mouth about your cock. You fire cum into the back of her throat. She swallows again and again, sending it straight to her stomach. Her fingers massage your ballspump your shaft to milk them for every last drop.

Moments before you erupt, Euna pulls of your cock and jacks off your saliva-wet shaft while aiming your cock at her face. Your cum splatters over her cheeks, nose, and forehead, and she relishes every last drop.

Afterward, she gives you a satisfied grin. While you're gathering your breath, she licks up drops of cum welling from your cock as though savoring the remnants of a fine meal.

With every tingling jolt Euna's tongue causes, you squirm a little more. The urge to take over and push yourself over the edge becomes too much, and pressing a hand to the back of her head, you pull Euna's face against you.

And you're in charge now. Humping and grinding, you smear your sex across Euna's lips and nose until you careen over the edge. Crying out, you fuck her face with abandon. The wet slick of your arousal smears over her face.

After you've come down, you look between your legs to find Euna nonplussed. Her face, from chin to forehead, glistens with your secretions. She sits back "That was... unexpected."

"I just couldn't quite get over the edge," you say. "I needed to take over."

"It's quite all right" Euna tries to prop herself up as best she can with her hands bound.Euna sits up. "But my that got messy."

"I guess so,I'm sorry," you say.

"You've left me a stained with your scent, but that's fine." She wipes her face against her arm.She wipes her face of the worst of it. "I'm coming to learn that sex is simply meant to be messy."

By the time you've settled down beside her, you've left Euna smeared from chin to forehead. She licks her lips.

"Thank you for marking my face with your wonderful scent. I will wear it until you tell me to wash it off."

"Was that part of your challenge?" she asks. "You mark me, and challenge me to keep it on."

"Maybe."

"Nice try, but I have no trouble wearing your scent upon my face." She curls close. "I enjoy it."

While kissing Euna, you slowly nudge her downward. She works her own way down, nibbling your breasts, your belly and finally hovering over your sex.After kissing Euna, you crawl up her bound body, first draping your breasts before her to suckle, and then stopping with knees on either side of her with your sex just before her mouth. Her tongue teases and tickles. Sometimes she licks and deep inside of you as she can as though trying to drink from your fount. Other times she nuzzles your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Soon she's four fingers deep in your slitSoon she's working two of her fingers in and out of your slit.

Her tongue upon your clit causes small jolts inside of you which lingers. It echos about your belly pulling you tighter and tighter. You grind your sex over Euna's face, smearing your juices. Euna relishes in this, all while homing in on your clit. You can hardly stay still, and sensing this, Euna homes in on your clit. Taking a firm grip of her hair, you pull her into your sex. You grip her tits like a vice. Despite her squirms of pain, you only squeeze harder to brace for the coming release. The intensity spikes hard. One final caress of her lips, and the knot snaps. Spasms take control.

But in time subsides, and you're left exhausted. Euna's face glistens from chin to cheek with your arousal.Euna stares up from between your legs. Her eyes hold a smile like a cat.

"Don't swallow," you say. Crouching over her head, you tilt her head back and line your dickyour strapped-on cock with her shit-packed lips. Thrusting in, you ram a mass of shit down her throat into her belly. She gags and thrashes. Shit squeezes out between her lips and your cockthe pestle. After a few thrusts, you pull out and spoon some of it back in with your tip, only to hammer it down her throat again.

Taking hold of Euna's head with both hands, you begin forcing her head upon your strap-on cock. She gags, but you push on through until you're lodged down her throat. Euna struggles, but tied up as she is, she can onlyEuna clutches your hips to brace herself for the impending throat rape.

You hammer her throat repeatedly. Her neck visibly expands to accommodate your member.the pestle. Once in a while, you pull out, and she struggles to catch her breath. Each time you slam back in before she's fully recovered.

Spit spills over her chin and cleavage. Her eyes stream tears. Her face is red, yet she always has her mouth open, ready to be violated again.

You yank her head down upon your cock to its base, and you hold. After some concentration, you release your bladder. Your urine mixes with the shit mass in her mouth into a swampy sludge. Some spills down her cheeks.Your urine shoots straight into her stomach. Euna stops moving when she realizes what you're doing. She focuses on swallowing, but soon the lack of air has her thrashing. As you near the end of your stream. She's chocking for air. Urine sprays out her nose.

Finished, you pull back. She gasps and coughs. After only a few gulps of air, you ram your cock back down her throat and resume fucking her mouth. She has no choice but to oblige as her mouth is once again raped.

After a while, all that remains in her mouth is some brown sludge. That's when you ram her head down on your cock and hold as you fire your cum. She thrashes like a dying fish. Semen spews out her nose. Most goes directly into her stomach. Only once the last of your cum has drained do you release her. She falls back and gulps air, nearly blue in the face and eyes streaming tears. After catching her breath, Euna licks up cum and shit stains her lips.

"I hope my mouth was a pleasurable enough hole for you to rape." "I'm pleased that you know how to properly use my mouth." She wraps her legs about you and holds close.

You guide Euna to lie back. However, the moment you move to squat over her, she squirms away.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"What's it look like?" you reply.

"It looks like you're about to smother me with your assbottom while I'm tied up and helpless. Which I am not comfortable with."

"Why not?"

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I know I'm yours, but I just don't feel safe doing that. ...not tonight."

"I think not. I just don't see myself enjoying something like that. Not tonight anyway."

You guide Euna to lie back. However, the moment you move to squat over her, she squirms away.

"You were about to smother me while I'm tied up," she says.

"Yes? And?"

"What if I need air? I wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd panic"

"Maybe that's the idea," you say.

She nibbles her lip. "Very well. If that's what you want to do, but please go easy on me."

"Hmm. So a little fear and trust play?" She ponders this. "Why not? A little fear. Do not go overboard."

You sit over her face. Her tongue worms up your hole.

You guide Euna to lie back. She does so, her bound hands stretched overhead by the tethering ropes. Squatting over her, you settle down until your asshole is right over her mouth. Her tongue goes to work. It slurps along your rim and stabs through to the bowels within.

Her hands caress your thighs lovingly, as though embracing a lover.

You situate your pussy over mouth and release your bladder. The first of the stream runs down her cheeks and into her hair before she realizes what you're doing and fixes her lips over your urethra. From then, she gulps down every drop of piss you give her.

When you finish, you lift and peer down. Her chest is heaving as she gulps air. She licks her lips of your urine and regards you. She's ready for more, and so you sit your self back down on her face.

As she tongues you, you rock about, grinding your you squeeze her tits about your member and hump frantically, grinding your you work your own cock and grind your pussy and asshole over her mouth, chin, and nose.

Your climax comes. Globs of semen splatter Euna's belly.

When your climax comes, you sit your full weight upon her face.

By the time you lift off, she's left gasping.

Both of her tits are swollen and tender from the ropes binding them. Their flesh is dark red.Her breasts are two massive handfuls, unblemished by any flaw, and their skin is milk white. Though right now both are damp with piss. Her nipples are dainty pink nubs. A ring of bumps cover her areola.

You straddle Euna's chest and line your cock between her breasts. It brings it close to her face.

Her nose wrinkles. "Have you forgotten we've just engaged in sodomy?"

"We did." Your thumbs play over her nipples. "Now we're going to engage in something I once heard called a grease slide."

"Not a very appealing name." Euna doesn't stop you from humping the valley between her constricted and tender breasts. Your dick is leaving a trail. "Aptly named, I see."

"Isn't it?" You keep thrusting.

It's not as though she can stop you with her hands tied.As though resigned, Euna squeezes her own tits together, enveloping your cock.

"Why not?" she mutters.

You're free to grind away. Your cock hardly peaks out from her mountainous cleavage. Though there is a stench in the air.

You sit on her belly and squeeze her clammy constricted breasts around your sullied member. Her ample tits easily envelop you. Soon you're thrusting away, half humping her breasts, half jerking her breasts around your cock like a sleeve. Her piss-wet skin is slick against your member.

She struggles to keep still. With her boobs bound and tender, this humping is excruciating for her, yetYou hump away, and she's no choice but to endure, hands tied as they are.she squeeze her chest around your cock. Her tongue teases its head when it darts close. The fact that it had recently been in her ass doesn't stop her in the least.However, one quick taste of your cock, and she makes a face. Instead she focuses on enveloping your cock with her tits.

A few thrusts later, your climax overtakes you. Globs of semen splash Euna's chin and chest. Each splatter makes her shiver with pleasure.

You gather your breath and lift away. Precum coats the valley between her breasts. Her chest is crisscrossed with dripping cum.

Euna rakes her fingers through the semen and grease.mess. She mixes it into the drying piss upon paints it along her globes. "You leave me all messy." But rather than clean herself, she snuggles against you with cum still lashing her front. She scrapes cum off her skin and licks her fingers clean.She fetches a rag to clean herself.

Euna looks down at the mess upon her chest. Tied up as she is, there's nothing she can do about it but snuggle up to you. "You leave me all messy," she whispers.

You caress her body, brushing her skin lightly, almost tickling. The lightest brush over her nipple incites a shudder. A caress along her thigh causes a twitch. Your fingers conduct upon her skin until her breath grows shallow and her sex flowers. Only then do you stray below. Her legs spread for you.

Your fingers run circles around her clit. Euna presses her crotch against your hand, wanting more. Two of your fingers slip inside of her. Another presses into her rose. You alternate between that and teasing her nub.

As your thumb works her clit, you bunch three fingers together and slide them inside her. It's a tight fit; Euna winces. You try to add your pinky.

Euna pulls away. "You're going to stretch me out." Her eyes narrow. "But that's what you want, isn't it? To stretch me out until I'm as cavernous as those girls from your stories."

"Yes, it is. Now settle back and brace yourself."

Euna does so.

"I'll stop if you'd like."

She chews her lips. "No. Go ahead, but stop if I tell you."

It takes force, but you mostly get your four fingers inside. Her lips aren't quite stretching about the base of your knuckles.

Euna's pants from exertion, yet she pushes herself down on your fingers.

She pauses to look at you. "I think perhaps it's time to try for more."

You keep sawing in and out of her. "And what could more mean?"

Her eyes twinkle.

When you move your thumb into position, Euna cringes away. "No more. Four fingers is enough for tonight."

"No more?" You inch your fingers in and out.

Her juices ooze over your hand, and she shudders. "No more fingers," she says, "but yes. More."

Euna hugs close. Her leg drapes over your thigh.You drape your leg over hers and squeeze her closer still. Her forehead presses to yours now, and she shudders the more your bunched fingers burrow deep.fingers tease her. The finger in her ass ventures farther. Intimate now, you can hear her shallow whimpering, and just as your working fingers push over into a moment of trembling ecstacy, her lips find yours and she squeezes you tight.

Even once she's done, her grip doesn't loosen. Your two intertwined bodies relax together while she gently smothers you with light kisses.

You slide your bunched fingers into Euna. There's slight resistance, but she seems loose enough that you might try your thumb.

Euna seems to read your mind. "If you're going to try that again, I think it's best you bring out our oils."

"We've done without before."

"I was much wetter then than I am now. Perhaps if the first thing to enter my flower shouldn't be your fist."

"Maybe you don't need them."

"Don't need them? I might entertain that thought if my flower were even slightly loosened up, but if you plan to fist me without any sort of preamble, oils."

Fetch the the bottle of akkoro slime.

Fetch the the bottle of daywither syrup.

"You're wet. I bet you can take my fist without them."

The blue tinge of the slick daywither syrup is hardly noticeable when spread out over your hand.

The slight fishy smell of the slime worsens as you smear it over your hand, but it will make little difference to the bouquet already emanating from Euna's excited sex.

You start first with caressing Euna's body, delivering kisses from her thighs to her navel until her sex flowers of it's own accord, and your breath causes shivers. By then, she's dripping with her own arousal, and no oil is needed.

You worm two fingers into Euna's snatch. Four fingers enter just as easily, and Euna spreads her thighs invitingly, so you tuck your thumb and push forward. It takes some twisting and pushing and twisting; Euna winces and whimpers, even as she pushes back against you, but eventually your knuckles slip inside. Her vaginal lips clutch your wrist.

Taking hold of her hip to better leverage, you force your fist into her wet and ready snatch. Euna cries out just as her lips engulf your hand. Her walls squeeze.

You pump your fist, slowly picking up your pace, until Euna's body jiggles with each pump. She grinds herself against your fist. Wet sounds fill the air, and her juices drip along her thigh.

"Oh, I can, can I?"

"Easily, I'm sure." Your fingers tease her lips and circle her clit. She's already flowered open.

"Interesting that you should make a wager that I must fulfill."

"Are you saying you're not even curious?" You slip three fingers into her. She winces, but you recognize the telltale tremors that ripple through her body. Her pussy is already leaving your fist slick.

Lips tight, she scrutinizes you. "Very well, but tread slowly."

After plenty of foreplay, slipping fingers into her still proves more resistance than with an oil, but whenever that happens, you simply return to circling clit, or caressing her thighs, or doing anything that gets a tremble out of her. It works, and with enough twisting and pushing. Her lips expand around your knuckles, and now hug your wrist.

Euna gasps. She squeezes your arm with her thighs and looks down between her legs. "Ohh, is that your fist inside me?" She feels your wrist. "You just couldn't resist, could you?"

"We already knew you could do it."

"Easy for you to say. You don't feel like your intimates are about to split at the seam."

"Oh. So you don't like it?" You pull your fist from her gaping hole. "No more of this?" You push back inside her.

She bucks. "Ohh, Lord..."

You pull your fist from her again, and then push deep until she has no more room to give. "I should stop, right?"

"Don't... you dare..."

The more you pump her yearning sex, the more easily she takes you into herself. Her arousal strings from your knuckles to her lips. When you push back in, Euna spasms as though electrified. Her cries rise up until reaching a peak. Her stretched hole grips your arm.

Only when she comes down do you slow down your abuse of her pussy. At the end, she deflates. You withdraw, and Euna slips her own fingers inside of her.

"So loose..." she mutters.

"And not a drop of oil," you say.

What a wanton woman I've become." After you've untied her, sheShe slides her own fist inside of herself. The angle is awkward; she doesn't go much past the knuckles. When she withdraws, her pussy gapes open enough for you to see inside her. "I'll have to focus on my exercises though unless I want to become a loose bag."

"Or maybe not," you say. "Your flower looks sexy like this."

She pulls you onto her into an embrace. "I'm sure you'd think so, you knavehussy. I'm not as perverted as you. Yet."

She's whimpering now and can barely lies still as you force your fist deep inside her. "Don't stop..." she mutters. "Don't... ohhh." And her back arches. Her vaginal walls squeeze your arm so tight it's as though it never wants to let you go.

And then she collapes. Your fist comes out with a wet pop. Her hole is left gaping.

First, you caress Euna's body, from her thighs to her breasts to her belly, before finally finding your way between her legs. Your fingers comb through her bush, finding her damp sex beneath.Her slit is wet with anticipation. It's crusty with dried cum from prior sex.

Have sex with her.

Finger her.

Try to fist her.

Fist her.

Go down on her.

Scooting down between her legs, you start first by teasing your tongue along the outside of her vaginal lips. Euna twitches with each touch. Then you lap your tongue along her slit where the pestle is invading her from the bottom all the way up, until you flick your tongue off of her clit. Dried discharge and flakes of dried cum come loose. Their flavor explodes on your tongue.

"Hmmm." She moans into her gag and writhes her hips.

"Hmm," she moans. "That's it. Taste of my plundered flower. Swallow the seed." She grinds her encrusted sex against your lips .

"Oh yes. Just like that. Don't stop." She writhes her hips.

You work the pestle in and out of her whileshow her sex good attention. Your tongue plays along her folds or you suckle her clit between your lips.

Past the dried cum encrusting her lips, is the cum you fired into her earlier.from her earlier fucking with others. It smells is powerfully of the virile horse cum she accepted into herself.

Fastening your lips about her sex, you worm your tongue inside of her suck. Feeling what your'e doing, Euna bears down. Her wet pussy flowers into yourmouth, and soon a congealed wad of slimy cum slowly seeps onto your tongue. The pungent taste invades your senses.

You swallow the load of cum down and get back to tonguing Euna's folds.

She's trembling now. Her walls squeeze your tongue every time you dip inside her, and her thighs squeeze your head. Her juices ooze.

"Yes... yes..." she mutters. "Almost..."

You zero in on her clit and press a finger into her ass while working the pestle about, and that starts her off. Bucking, she mewls like a kitten and tenses up. Her butt lifts off the bedding, and her squeezing thighs pull you along. It's a long, tumultuous orgasm that ends with ragged breaths.

You crawl up beside her. Tied as she is, she slithers herself against you.Her hand pushes you away, too sensitive for more. You crawl up beside her. She hugs you fiercely like a stuffed toy. "Hmm," she moans. "That was an orgasm. I nearly passed out." "I think you know what you're doing down there better than I do." "I owe you twenty orgasms for that one." "I've decided to keep you." "You are the best mastermistress a slave could ever want."

You line your brown-streaked cockthe brown-streaked phallus up with her slit. She tenses, knowing how it had just been in her ass, but looking right at you, she nods her assent.

Mounting her, you thrust into her enflamed pussy.

You line your cockthe pestle up with her slit.

She tenses. "Wait."

"What?"

She examines your cock.the pestle pointing out from your crotch. "You want to put that inside me?"

"Where else would I put it?"

"In my bottom, where it just was. Remember? It's sullied."

"So it is."

"And now you want to sully me, do you?" Then, "As you wish.""Do it."

You penetrate her. In minutes you two are hammering together without a care, except that she's getting close.

"It's so wrong," she mutters. "You're polluting me. Oh Lord..."

Her muscles squeeze. Her thrusts become erratic. This climax came on quickly, and yet she hammers right through it.

She easily accepts you into herself and pulls you close until you're buried up to the hilt. With her arms and legs, she traps you in her embrace as her vaginal walls squeeze. Her piss-soaked body feels clammy against yours. Soon, you're thrusting away as she whimpers with pleasure. Soon, your hammering her hard while slapping her ass raw. Soon, you're gripping her tits from behind and using them to yank her back onto your tool. Her whines take on a feverish pitch as you rut her. Her toes curl. She quakes beneath you. Whimpers escape her lips. Her pussy is particularly tight with the pestle buried in her ass, and when you reach around and work the pestle in and out in rhythm with your cock, it leave her mewling, with each thrust.

After a few more thrusts,Once she's mewling right at the edge of her climax, you deliver several stinging slaps to her ass pinch her nipples, digging your nails into the flesh. She cries out, but you just twist harder grab her hips and hammer deep in her snatch. Your cum fires against her cervix. Her vaginal walls squeeze your cock for every last drop. At the last moment, you press a finger against her asshole.

This sets her over the edge. Her back arches. Screaming into her gag,Screaming, she humps desperately against you as her body undulates. It's nearly a minute before she settles back down.

You gather your breath, then pull your cockthe pestle from her pussy. It glistens with her vaginal nectar. White cum dribbles from her slit.

Euna's hands are still bound. She watches, waiting to see if you're going to do more to her.

After a moment of relaxing, Euna tests the ropes binding her. "Now," she says. "If you'll untie me. Or am I still at your mercy...?"

Untie the ropes.

Sex/Her/keep

Euna's hands are still bound. She looks at you expectantly.

After a moment of relaxing, Euna tests the ropes binding her. "That was wonderful," she says. "Now if you'll undo my bindings..."

Untie the ropes.

Sex/Her/keep

You untie the ropes about her wrists.

Euna pushes you to lie down. She gives you a long kiss, and then swings her leg over your face and folds herself over your body. Her sex lowers to your mouth, just as hers settles upon your own. It's as though her tongue is exploring you more than it's focusing on getting you off. upon your cock. It's still wilting, but that doesn't stop her from showing it affection. She nibbles along your dick and runs her tongue along the crown. Her tongue travels low, and she suckles each of your balls. Then she explores the folds of your pussy as though tasting for herself. All the while, your tongue is deep in her folds.

The sixty-nine is slow and unrushed. It's just an intimate moment with your bodies locked together as one loop, end to end, limbs encircling the other.

When ecstacy does come, it comes of its own accord. First, to Euna. She whimpers and twitches atop of you. Then your arousal eventually returns to you, and you finish next.to you. goes right back to her intimate exploring. The intimacy passes on, and eventually you two simply rest locked together as one—head upon thigh, chests to one another.

Euna rolls over onto all fours and crawls down between your legs. "Settle back now," she nudges you to lie down. "I'm going to reward you now.""Let me please you."

She takes your hard member into her mouth and begins plying her skills. It as though she's doing this just as much for her own practice as it is to please you.

As you get closer, she maneuvers your legs up. She kisses down your shaft, She suckles your balls, She tastes your pussy.She nibbles your perineum. Finally, she fastens her lips to your ass and burrows her tongue into your rectumas though she hungers for what might be within. Her hands work your cock all the while.

You erupt over your belly, but it doesn't matter. Euna's lips trace a trail up, and she licks the mess off of you.

When you feel the moment come, you yank her back by her hair, illiciting a gasping moan. Her face is held upturned, and when you rest your cock's head upon her lips and work yourself, she opens to accept your impending offering. Pumping your own cock, you fire your cum into her upturned mouth. She remains still until your offering sits pooled upon her tongue.

When she feels your grip tightens on her hair, she fastens her mouth about your cock and guzzles your cum.

Sensing you're approaching orgasm, she takes every inch of you down her throat, causing her to choke. Her throat squeezes your cock's head as you fire seed directly to her stomach.

When she sense you tense, she fastens her mouth about your cock. You fire cum into the back of her throat. She swallows again and again, sending it straight to her stomach. Her fingers massage your ballspump your shaft to milk them for every last drop.

Moments before you erupt, Euna pulls of your cock and jacks off your saliva-wet shaft while aiming your cock at her face. Your cum splatters over her cheeks, nose, and forehead, and she relishes every last drop.

Afterward, she gives you a satisfied grin. While you're gathering your breath, she licks up drops of cum welling from your cock as though savoring the remnants of a fine meal.

"As you wish," she says.

Suddenly, Euna shovesGently, Euna nudges you onto your back. She swings a leg over you and kneels over your face. "Time now to return the favor," she says. Her sex asshole hovers above your mouth.

You oblige. All the while, she strokes your face and stares into your eyes. Her thighs clutch your head,strokes your hair and looks lovingly down at your eyes, until your tongue starts to have its affect. Her legs tremble. She strums her own clit and moans. Your tongue is buried up her chute when she climaxes. Her sphincter squeezes your tongue.Her eyes close and she rests her head back. When the time comes, she rides your face, and her juices seep.

Afterward, she nuzzles up beside you. "You have amazing skill with that tongue," she whispers.

Sitting up, Euna scoots aside and turns to face you. "Now..." she pushes you with her foot until you're reclined back. "Allow me."

Her toes trace down your chest, alongalong your breasts, down your belly, to your crotch. Her feet clutch around your shaft. The ball of her other foot kneads your balls like a nursing kitten. She doesn't pump, but wiggles her toes and lets them explore from crown to base. It's slow and exploratory. This is for her enjoyment, not yours, but eventually her stroking toes prove enough.

Ropes of your cum land upon her feet, others upon your belly. With the balls of her feet, she smears them into your skin. All that's left is the mess upon her own feet, and lift her foot toward your face, toes on pointe like a ballerina. "Clean your mess," she says.

With your tongue, you scoop your own leavings from her foot, and then the other, but she lets each foot linger, giving you time to show proper appreciation and suck each toe individually until she's good an satisfied.

"Good foolgirl," she says, and she twists around to lie down beside you.

Euna feels the gape between her legs. Scooting about, she gets her gaping ass just before your member. Reaching down, she grasps your hard shaft. "Will you please give your slave the honor of filling her ruined hole with your seed?""Now sit back and let my ruined hole return the favor."

You lean back and let her work. She works your cock with her hands remarkably well, but once you start getting close, she incorporates her gaping asshole by scooting just a little farther down. Between her hands, her gyrating hips, and her squeezing asshole, she puts on a remarkable display of skill which soon has you firing a load, which fires into her yawning hole, but also a few lashes upon her thighs and slitbush.

Later, she's snuggled up to you. "Thank you," she whispers.

You two curl up together afterward, until Euna starts tenderly kissing her way down your body, from breasts to navel before finally snuggling up to you and closing her eyes.settling between your legs and nursing your sex for a long bout of gentle passion which doesn't end until your toes curl from an orgasm.

In the aftermath, Euna is left squirming and unsatisfied, but with a frustrated whine, she settles down. She knows this sex was for your gratification.

Euna curls up between your legs and nuzzles your soft cock. She showers it with kisses and tongues the tip. Her tongue curls about each of your balls. She doesn't stop until her tender love brings life back into it.

She straddles your waist and lowers herself onto you. Your penetration is so complete and effortless. Her inner walls squeeze tightly. She lies upon you and cuddles close. Gently, she rides.

Her legs intertwine with yours. Her breasts press to you. Her fingers find their way between your legs.

"Now..." she whispers. "Let me show my love for you."

It's slow. It's timeless. And even when the moment comes, and you feel yourself tighten, she keeps her intimate pace, and she never stop exploring your neck, your chin, and your lips. That final moment comes, and through it to the end, you both hold each other.

Afterward, she snuggles close. Your love trickles along her thighs. "Thank you," she says. "After all the fucking I do, it's "After all these silly perversion of you push me into, it's "It's nice just to make love."

Euna pulls the pestle from her ass and fetches slides the pestle from her pussy and fetches fetches the pestle and the rope. She expertly fastens them about her waist to create a harness. The phallus lines up along her slit and juts proudly from her pubic mound.nestShe fusses with the two until finally managing to create a harness. The phallus now dangles between her legs.

"Now," she says. "It's my turn."

She pushes you to lie back and climbs between your legs. Aiming her cock toward your sex, she presses her body to yours and slides in. Her strapped-on cock fills you.

Then begins her fucking. She's slow, but forceful. Her body pins you down even as she kisses along your neck. Once your climax builds, she clutches you tightly and hammers you all the way through. Even as your dick erupts cum between you two. It's hot and sticky between your bellies.every muscle inside your belly ties up with intense energy, making you squirm.

She rolls you over onto your stomach. You can't see what she's doing, but something wet smears onto your asshole. She's lubricating it, but with what you're not sure, and then comes the tip of the phallus. It presses in slowly until her tits and belly press against your back.

Then she begins plowing your ass slowly but forcefully. Her body presses yours down even as she kisses along your shoulders. Her groin presses to your ass with every thrust. Just as the intensity of her cock plundering inside you brings you to climax, she sneaks a hand around to stroke your cock. Some of your cum fires into the . Some spills into her hand, and she smears it over your shaft.caress your smooth vaginal lipsrake through your dainty pubic bush and bury three fingers into you. The double penetration leaves you squirm. She only squeezes you tighter."

Afterward, while you're recovering, Euna unfastens the cock from herself and then snuggles close.

"No?" she asks.

"No. Because I would skulk into her chambers at night, and no one else would know. And she wouldn't tell anyone, because if she ever did, I would tell the world about how she secretly craved it."

"And how would you know?"

"I know, because..." You grab her legs and pull them up toward her chest. This turns her pussy skyward. "I've seen her urinating upon herself when she thought no one was about."

"Hmm," Euna says. "Like this?" Urine shoots up from her pussy. It arcs through the air and sprinkles down upon her face and chest. While you hold her in place, she basks in her own stream.

"So night after night," you continue, "she is forced to endure this nightly ritual, always submitting to my desires."

You direct her thighs so her stream lands directly on her face.

"And heshe makes her drink," you say.

Obediently, she opens her mouth and accepts the stream.

"Every night," you continue, "heshe fills her belly with warm piss. His and hers. She may be a tsarivna but to himher, she is little more than a urine pot."

Euna drinks mouthful after mouthful for as long as you hold her. Her eyes are sealed because of the urine pooled over them.

Her stream reduces to a trickle. Rivulets run over her bald slitthrough her pubic bush and up her belly to the valley of her breasts.

"And heshe makes her spread herself open," you say. "So that heshe may ravage her to his content.""And sometimes," she says, "this scoundrelshe-devil wants more than just to sully her. HeShe'd force himherself on the poor tsarivna.""And she makes her spread herself open," you say, "So that she may dine on the tsarivna's petals."And sometimes," she says, "this she-devil wants more than just to sully her tsarivna. She'd dine upon her tsarivna's petals. Euna reaches around her upturned legs and spreads the lips of her pussy.

You straddle her upturned rump and angle your cock into her quim. The sex is quick and powerful, albiet a little awkward from this position.You bury your tongue in the folds of her snatch. It hardly takes any work to get Euna bucking and moaning. Euna struggles to steady herself by clutching the rope binding her hands.Euna alternates between rubbing urine into her breasts and pressing her arms into the earth on either side for support.

"Come on me," she breaths as you get close. "Splatter me with your mess." The sternness in her voice brooks no discussion.

When you climax, you pull out and fire your seed over her body. Ropes of cum splatter her breasts and face. Each splash incites a shudder in her, as though delivering a jolt of pleasure. The last droplets fall upon her snatch.

"Straddle me," she breaths. "Press yourself to me." The sternness in her voice brooks no discussion.

You swing on leg over her upturned rump so that your sex presses to hers, and you grind. Almost immediately, Euna is crying out. Every time your clits touch together, she jolts. It takes her ages for her to settle down afterward.

But then Euna hooks you with your legs and pulls you down so that you're lying beside her. Her hands are still bound and tethered, but she manages to roll about so she's sittingShe sits on your chestbreasts. Her piss-soaked hair drips upon you. "...but there's one last twist to the story."

"Yes?"

She unleashes a stream of unspent urine. "She'd get her revenge!"

She cackles as her piss drenches your face. You struggle against her, but she sits firmly. Your hair soaks. Plenty gets in your mouth, and more up your nose, causing you to sputter. She doesn't stop until she's peed every last drop. Only then does she allow you to push her off. Your head and chest are just as as soaked as hers.

Euna is beside herself with laughter. She sees your expression and leans in to kiss you. No hard feelings.

She holds a hand over her own belly. "I can't believe I just drank my own urine. That was most depraved." She turns to you. "If we should ever get back, do you think you'd ever invade my chambers for real?"

"Every single night."

She stares at her belly and ponders this. "Then I'd best get used to it."

"It wouldn't be the stockades for you." Euna indicates her tethered hands so you'll untie her. Freed, she pushes you down and straddles your body. "No, I'd have you locked up in my garderobe." Urine erupts from her snatch and splashes your chestbreasts. It hisses against you for several seconds before she cuts the stream. "For one hundred and one days, you would be my urine pot."

She repositions over your crotch and unleashes a stream upon your hard cock. With a hand, she lathers it in her urine,wet pussy. With a hand, she lathers it into the folds of your labia, then cuts the stream.

"I think that's fair," you reply.

"It doesn't matter what you think." She scoots until her crotch is above your face. "I'm the one who decides your punishment. You've only to obey." Her stream erupts again. Urine covers your face and douses your hair. It runs up your nose, leaving you sputtering. Even with your eyes sealed, it stings.

"Open your mouth," she orders.

You do so. Urine fills your mouth to the brim. You taste pungent salt.

She cuts the stream. "Swallow."

You've no choice. Three times she does this to you before shifting back over your crotch.

"But I would not be cruel to my pot. I might even grow attached to himher." She crouches and rubs her cheek along your piss-soaked dick.nuzzles her cheek along the folds of your pussy. "Late at night, I'd take pity, and I'd show my appreciation for every time I used himher." She take you into her mouth.She gets her tongue working deep withing your folds. With one hand, she works her own pussy until she trembles and mewls, and she looses the rest of her bladder. The stream splatters between her frantic fingers.

You fill her mouth with your cum long after her stream dies off. After, she nuzzles your cock.She gets you shuddering in pleasure long after her stream has died off. After, she nuzzles her sex. "I'd come to realize how much I craved my pot," she says. "Before those one hundred and one nights were up, I might end up releasing my poor prisoner. Some nights, perhaps it would be me strapped down in the garderobe."

"You'd become a slave to your own urine pot?"

"I'm worried I would."

"I think, as you'd be my property, I'd use you for my other desires as well." With that, she sinks down upon your piss-soaked cock. Her pussy is sopping wet and offers no resistance.she straddles your legs and grinds her pussy against yours. She's sopping wet, and your juices blend. Your hands explore each other's piss-soaked bodies. As she rides you until she screams, at which point releases the last of her bladder. It spatters between your crotches and runs down into the earth below.

Her pussy clutches your cock. You fill her with your cum. She collapsed upon you, and you hold each other.

"That was most deliciously depraved," she says. "If we should ever get back, I think I will make you my urine pot for real."

"If that is your will," you say, "I must obey."

"That's right," she purrs.

You push her to lie back and you straddle her chest. Your cock now rests between her voluminous breasts.

"Er, what are you doing?" she asks.

"Something new. Interested?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about your rod pointing at me like that, but I'll see where this is going."

"I'll see where this is going."

So you squeeze both her breasts about your shaft. Thrusting your hips, you work your cock back and forth. The tip peeks out of her cleavage. Euna watches, only curiously at first, but as your hands knead her breasts, her breath picks up, and she writhes each time your thumbs circle her nipples.

She grasps her breasts right over your hands and squeezes them about your member more fiercely. Her chest undulates in time with your thrusts.

Your first rope of cum lashes her neck, and its effect on her is electric. Each spurt causes her to jolt. When your done, your seed marks her neck and chest like calligraphy.

You roll off of her.

She's left gasping. Her finger trails through the cum on her chest. "Oh my..."

"You look like you got more out of that then you were expecting," you say.

"Very much so," she replies. "A very strange practice. It reminds me of the antics my sisters at the convent used to talk about. Sex without penetration. Rubbing against one another. Many didn't see it as a sin, but I thought so at the time. I thought it was nothing but a cheap mockery of intercourse, but I dare say that was much more intimate than anything my sisters ever described."

"Your sisters needed a fool like me."

"You would have been a fox in the henhouse amongst them." Euna fetches a rag from the pack to wipe off her chest.

You begin by scooping up a fingerful of the daywither syrup from the bottle nearby. It's cool and slick against your arm. Its blue tinge is hardly noticeable when spread out over your hand.

You begin first by scooping up a fingerful of the akkoro slime. The slight fishy smell worsens as you smear it over your hand. It will make little difference to the bouquet already emanating from Euna's excited sex.

Four of your fingers meet with tightness inside her, yet slick as they are, you still slide in easily.

"Are you ready?" you ask.

"I won't become forever loose?"

"Not from a fist."

"Then I'm ready," she says, "but slowly."

Thumb tucked, you wedge your base knuckles against her taut lips.

You push once again. You're not quite able to slip in your knuckles. Though undeterred, you grab hold of Euna's hip and begin twisting and shoving.

Euna bites her lip in pain. She spreads her legs as best she can and breaths deep to relax. With one final thrust, your hand slips in past the knuckles. She shrieks out.

Her pussy now hugs your wrist. You can't quite make a fist inside of her, but you start pushing farther.

"Hold it. Wait wait." She snags your wrist. "Just give me a moment."

You do. Slowly she starts pulling and pushing on your wrist as though using your arm as a dildo upon herself. Each pull causes her to wince.

But her pace picks up, and soon her hips start humping in rhythm with her own self penetration. Finally, she lets go of your wrist, and you take over. With a hand still on her hip, you pump your fist inside of her at a slow, steady pace for minutes.

Euna mewls reach a crescendo. Her thighs slap together, locking your arm in place inside her, but her hips keep spastically humping your arm.

After she comes down, she's spent. After you extricate yourself from her, the lips of her sex are flowered outward in a way you've never seen before. Her juices have mixed with the lubricant all over your arm. Slickness is everywhere.

"That was... oh my," she says.

"Enjoyed it?"

She nods. "I think... I think I'm done. I'm sorry." Wincing, she pulls her thighs together. "That was amazing, but I'm going to need time to recover."

After a quick cleanup, you lie down together. She's careful about how she wraps her legs about yours. "Maybe next time you do that to me, I won't need such a recovery."

"Next time?" you ask.

"Many next times," she replies.

Laying tender kisses upon her belly, you move trace a path downward along her thighs. Bit by bit, you move toward her snatch. You feel the heat of her smooth pussy upon your cheeks when she stops you.Your lips are grazing her pubic hair when she stops you.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me show you," you reply.

"That's considered sinful under the eyes of my Lord."

"So is sex out of marriage."

"So are two women lying together."

"That doesn't mean we should compound our sins."

"It's up to you. It's quite pleasurable."

"I know. I've... had a man kiss me this way before in my youth."

"Then what's the problem?"

"That was before I joined the church."

"And now is different?"

"I guess I..." She bites her lip and contemplates. She looks guilty even considering it. "Fine," she says. "But... maybe I should go to the river and freshen up first. It'll just be—"

"Shh," you shush her. "Just try to relax."

Apprehensive, she lays back. You return to kissing a trail toward her snatch. This time she doesn't stop you once your lips tease the skin beside her vulva. Her body even shivers as your breath brushes her snatch. Delicately, you run the tip of your tongue along her slit.

"Ohh," Euna says. "Yes. I remember now. I..." She gasps. "I think... ah... yes. Keep going."

You work your tongue over her clit while working the pestle in and out of her.

You dive your tongue into her hole, lapping away her cream.

"Yes... Hmm!" She whines. "Don't stop."

Her body responds more, until she's bucking and mewling. Her thighs clutch your head.

As her tremors subside, Euna pushes you away, too tender for more. She lies recovering in the aftershock. "Oh goodness! That was quite something." Reaching down, Euna slides the pestle out of her and pulls you up so you're laying on her belly. She strokes your hair. "You can kiss me like that whenever you want."

Suddenly, she yanks the pestle out and pulls you on top of her. "In me. I want you in me."

You waste no time thrusting into her wet and inviting pussy. Already, it's clutching your shaft rhythmically as an orgasm rips through her. You thrust hard. She humps back harder. It's only moments before this intensity sends you over the edge, and you fire your cum inside her, setting her off onto another level of pleasure.

By the end of it, you're both spent like used rags. You lie beside her, gasping for breath. She's still gasping for breath when she turns and wraps herself about you. Skin is damp with sweat against yours. Your cum leaks from her and onto your thigh. "You can do that to me... whenever you want."

Getting down between her legs, you move to taste of her when she scurries away suddenly.

"I don't think you want to do that," she says. "I've not had a chance to clean since we've last had sex."

"I know," you say.

"And it's... noticeable."

"That's fine with me."

Hesitantly, Euna turns onto her back, but propped up on both elbows. She opens her legs and reveals herself.

She is unclean. The seed you filled her with from before encrusts the skin about her hole. Much has flaked off. Her slit itself has a congealed whitish cream about it left-over from all her arousal. Her lips are so coated, folds of her labia have glued together, effectively sealing her slit. Her pubic hair is damp with sweat, and much has clumped together with the same cream.

As you move closer, the smell hits you. It radiates from her along with her baking heat. But it's nothing compared to the moment you first swipe your tongue along her folds. The pungent taste fills your mouth. Each stab into her recesses brings out more accumulation, all of it dissolving in your mouth.

Euna's thighs clutch your face. Her legs hook so her calfs are pulling your head into her. It seems she's decided you no longer have a choice about tonguing her.

Euna shivers from your touch. She still has her eyes on you, timid of how you'll react, yet she spreads her legs wider, inviting you to do as you please.

"Don't stop," she whispers. The taste of her pussy has faded to a benign flavor now that you've swallowed away the worst of the mess.

That's when she puts her weight on her arms and pulls her legs to her chest. Her asshole is now against your tongue. It's an entirely new hole for you to clean, complete with with pungent flavors. You oblige as she takes over stimulating her clit.

Her body quakes. Moans escape her lips. She grinds herself against your face and cries out in pleasure as her body tenses rhythmically. After a minute, she comes settles down and releases your head from her clutches.flattens out upon the bedding.

"That was good." She breathes for a moment. "Now that I know how much you like the taste of a ravaged sex, perhaps I'll make you taste of it more often."

"It's up to you," you say.

"It certainly is."

"That was good." She breathes for a moment. "Maybe I should be unclean for you more often? Would you like that?"

"Maybe I would."

"If figured you might."

"That was... interesting, by the way," she says later.

"What?"

"What you did you with your finger."

"Oh, and where I stuck it?"

She rests a hand on her rump and tries not to grin. "It came as quite a surprise, but I suppose I shouldn't be. It was only a matter of time before a pervertharlot like you turned your attention to my assbottom. It was most inappropriate."

"Shall I restrain myself in the future?"

She bites her lip. "Hmm. I wouldn't go that far. It was inappropriate... but like I said. It was interesting."

A while passes in silence as you two relax. Then she speaks again.

"I'm realizing that you to be... rough."

"What do you mean?"

"The hair yanking, and the spanking. Those things. Do you enjoy hurting me even as you please me?"

"I wouldn't say I'm hurting you. Just a little pain. To experiment."

"But you do so without consulting me, I see."

"It's only light pain. And I wouldn't do it if I didn't know you wanted it."

She props up onto an elbow and looks at you. "Oh I do, do I?"

"You told me yourself that you'd like me to flog and ravage you until I've had my way."

"If I recall, that was as opposed to putting up with one of Margosha's penances. I didn't mean it as an invitation."

"I know, but I took it as one."

"Hmm. It sounds as though my torment has only just begun."

You kiss her lightly. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything more than a few harmless pinches and slaps without a proper invitation."

"Good." She rests her head back upon your shoulder.

You two lay silently together.

Then she speaks. "But consider yourself now properly invited." She hesitates. "...but not too much more."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Afterward, Euna watches you curiously as you unfasten the rope and pestle from about your waist. "I'm beginning to think that pestle was designed for women like us," she says. "That godless tool lends itself to our love quite well."

A while later, Euna is still toying with the pestled buried in her pussyass. "That was interesting," she says. "Being penetrated in two ways. I haven't felt quite so full like that before. Being so full has a degree of satisfaction about it."

"So the pestle is growing on you, is it?"

"Hmm." She examines it. "I suppose it's not a wholy evil tool." And she sets it aside.

By now, Euna's tits are dark red. They've swollen and tight like overripe fruit. She begins untying the bow to loose the ropes constricting them.

The ropes come away to reveal deep angry imprints of the ropes line the flesh of her boobs. Euna kneeds her tits to return circulation to them. She winces and whimpers all the while.

"Oh, this hurts." She says. "They tingle. Ohhh. They're going to ache so much."

"Well suffer in silence," you reply. "It's time for bed."

"As you wish." She obediently lies down beside you. Her breasts are hot against your skin.

"Was it too much?" you ask.

"Maybe, maybe not," she says, "but what's the point of having breasts like mine if no one is going to abuse them?"

By now, Euna's tits are deep purple. Angry veins stand out, and even the lightest touch causes her to wince, but it's nothing compared to when she removes the ropes. They don't return to their ordinary shape—not right away. And there are cuts along her flesh where the ropes bit, leaving a blood and open gashes along the sides and beneath.

Within a minute, circulation returns. Euna doubles over into a fetal position. Despite her experience with pain, she seems on the verge of crying. All she can do is massage her breasts until the pain subsides.

She still sniffling in the dark by the time you fall asleep.

Box of Food removed from inventory

After cleaning up, you both turn in.

"Goodnight." She lays down beside you and gives you a long kiss before resting her head on your shoulder.She gives you a long kiss before you two curl up together.

Go to sleep.

You and Euna retire to the alcove.

Euna strips nude and lies down upon the bedding. When you join her, she nuzzles against you. The sweet scent of her hair fills your senses.

She strips down to her chemise and lays down upon the bed. When you join her, she cuddles up to you. The sweet scent of her hair fills your senses.

"...Oh, okay then." She shrugs, yet her cheeks grow red. "It was only an experiment after all. And it's your fault for spying on me in the first place."

"That is true," you say assuringly. "Besides, you've no concern to worry what I might think when you're on your own. If you did worry, it would take the fun out of spying, wouldn't it? I spy to see what you're into."

"Yes, I agree," she says, somewhat reassured. "Though it was merely an experiment. I doubt you'll see any more of that. I don't think those sorts of behavior are my thing anyway."

"Oh yes, I did do that, didn't I?" She blushes. "Another whim experiment of mine. I played with my ass like that and when I saw my fingers were dirty, I just thought about the girls in those stories and whether it was as disgusting as it seemed."

"Was it?"

"It was certainly a powerful flavor. Did you like seeing me clean my fingers like that?"

She says the words nonchalantly, but she watches your expression closely.

"I thought it was amazingly sexy."

"It's not really something I'm in to."

You both prepare to sleep.

"I shall take the cave," Euna says.

"Of course you will."

"You..." She looks around, "can sleep anywhere else you choose."

"How gracious of you. Am I allowed to stay in view?"

She considers. "You may. I would prefer it. For my safety. I think I've had enough of the Nimic necessity to sleep in private."

"Your Highness!"

"It's simple foolishness here with such monsters running about." She arches an eyebrow at you. "You will behave yourself."

"On my honor." You nod solemnly.

She retires to the cave. You locate a patch of earth nearby and lay down beneath the open sky.

"I shall take the back of the cave," Euna says, "and you can sleep here, near the entrance."

"I'm allowed to sleep near you, am I?"

"Yes. We've only one shelter. I think I've had enough of the Nimic necessity to sleep in private."

"Your Highness!"

"It's simple foolishness not to. We've only one shelter." She arches an eyebrow at you. "But we lie down together as Nimic sisters would. Understood?"

"On my honor." You nod solemnly.

You both retire for the night.

You both prepare for bed. Euna retires to the cave while you find a comfortable patch of earth to sleep upon.

You both prepare for bed. Euna takes the bedding deeper within the alcove, leaving you nearer to the entrance.

Go to sleep.

You twist Euna so her back is to you. Dropping your pants, you line your cock up with her asshole and push. She relaxes herself as best she can, yet it still takes many slow in out movements before you're buried inside her ass.

Then, it's time to fuck her. Hooking your arms behind her knees, you pull her legs up to her chest and hold them in place by hugging her from behind. Her full weight is fully upon her wrists and her ass upon your member. Your thrusts make her whine in pain. There's little she can do to resist, or even to hump back, as you hammer her ass like a piece of meat.

"Harder... Harder," she pleads. "Punish me. Hurt me..." Her pussy drools long strands which waggle and break free because of your energetic thrusts. Her screams reach a peak. Her body writhes and flexes in your arms. Her asshole clutches at your cock as though trying to lock it in place as you erupt. Your cum fills her bowels.

After coming down, you remain buried in her for a while. In curiosity, you swipe your hand over her untouched snatch. She's sopping wet, and the mere touch causes her to shiver.

You pull from her ass and release her legs. She dangles limply. Small shivers of pleasure occasionally course through her. Eventually, her ragged breathing returns to normal.

Turning Euna to face you, you grab her knees and pull her legs about your waist. The moment your cock touches her, her legs hook around your back and pull you in. Just like that, you're deep inside her with the lips of her pussy clamped the very base of your shaft.

Already, her body trembles in ecstasy. You thrust into her fiercely while she desperately humps back at an irregular tempo. She's screaming out. Her body writhes. When you fire cum deep inside her, it sends her to yet another level.

After you come down, you hold her tightly for a while. Eventually, her legs unwrap from around you, allowing you to pull away. She dangles limply from the rope. Your seed and her juices run rivulets down the inside of her thigh. Her breath is slowly returning to normal.

You slap her ass. She gasps in surprise. You bring your hand down again and again upon her cheeks, one after another. Each strike sounds out, flesh against flesh. Euna takes the punishment for the first few dozen spanks, but soon she's squirming to avoid your palm.

Both of her cheeks glow red. They're warm to the touch.

You spin Euna around; Her feet stagger for support, and you bring the rope whip down upon her breasts without pause.

Blindfolded as she is, she had no way of seeing it coming, and She sees what you're about to do and flinches away. The moment you strike, a scream escapes her lips. She whines and cowers as you strike her breasts one after another until they too turn a bright red.

Reaching around Euna, you cup each of her breasts. Just as she starts relaxing, you pinch both of her nipples, and she jolts.

You twist. You pull. You tweak. Soon, each nipples jut from her chest fully erect. When you squeeze down upon them, a shudder of pain passes through her, and she thrashes.

You deliver a swift punch to her stomach. She grunts in pain and would have doubled over if not for the ropes. Another swift punch leaves her coughing and sputtering. Blinded as she is, each blow comes as a complete surprise. She can only cringe endlesslyShe tries to tense herself as you deliver blow after blow to her poor stomach. It leaves her convulsing in pain.

From behind her, you hook one of her legs with an arm and pull it up and to the side. This leaves her slit exposed and vulnerable.

"No..." Euna mumbles. She senses what you're doing.

And then you bring the lash up in and underhanded swing. The rope slaps against her pussy.

Euna squeals. Her body convulses. You bring the lash up again and again against her delicate flower. She struggles free her leg from your grip, but to no avail.

"No, no, no, please," she begs.

Your lashes are not as strong as they were on her ass, but as sensitive as her slit is, it's all that's needed. After nearly a dozen, she's thrashing.

"Stop begging," you tell her. "You wanted to be punished, because you know you deserve it."

"Please..." she says.

You talk over her. "You've become a little slut. You've given up all your virtues, and now you spread your legs freely. You beg for sex. You itch between your legs."

"I know," she breaths. "I'm sorry. I am a trollop. I–"

You slap her. It shuts her up.

"I didn't say a trollop. I said slut. Your delicate little flower is now a fuck hole, only good for cocks. You need to be hurt because you know you're a sinful slut."

"Yes!" she cries. Euna rubs her thighs together. "Yes. It's true. Hurt me. Please. I deserve it."

You slap her again. "You tramp. Your ass is a loose hole that begs to be used. Your mouth is good for sucking cocks. You love to show your body off like it's a piece of meat. And then you whore yourself to strange men just so you can slake that lust inside you. You're so slutty, you're getting off on being punished."

You fetch from the climbing gear another length of rope. Bundling it together, you create a makeshift lash—a coiled rope handle with a half-dozen loops of rope dangling from one end. A whip like this will be good for her. A nice sting, but no welting.

"What are you doing?" Euna turns her blindfolded head this way and that as though she might see you. Euna scurries her feet to turn around and see. You ignore her. Returning, you immediately whip the rope across her ass. She yelps. Her body jolts. You bring it down repeatedly. Sometimes against her cheeks, sometimes her thighs or back. The strikes are leaving her body striped with red.

Already, Euna's breath has grown short. She pants from exertion. Her chest heaves.

"Stop!" Euna writhes as she tries to squirm away. But Margosha's name goes unspoken. Her breath comes out in gasps. She's gripping the rope she dangles from to keep her weight off her wrists.

"Oh Lord. Please, more gently." Euna undulates. "I can't take this." Tears stain her blindfold.Tears run down her cheeks. Whimpers escape her lips. Between her legs, her pussy glistens. It's lips have unfolded.

Euna cries out. Her body twists and turns. Her chest heaves.

"Oh, Lord," she breaths. "Enough. Take me. Please. Ravage me." Her hips gyrate as though trying to hump the air. Her pussy is a wet mess.

"No, please. No more. I need you." Euna is whining. Her hips still gyrate. "Fuck me, fuck me. I need it."

A strand of her juices drips from between her legs. Her pussy radiates baking heat. It needs filling.

Euna's screams grow frantic. "Oh, Lord. I can't believe... I'm actually... uugghh." Her body convulses. Her core flexes rhythmically as a long shrill cry escapes her. Her thighs squeeze tight together and rub, and her curled toes scrape the earth.

Until finally she goes limp. She dangles from the rope. Her breath is ragged. A long silence passes.

"Oh, my Lord," she breaths. "That was incredible."

"So you enjoy a little punishment, do you?"

"I think I see what everyone else is getting from it. It was just so... intense. I couldn't think. A part of me wanted you to stop so badly. It kept screaming at me to yell out Margosha's name, but it just wouldn't come. I always wanted just a little bit more."

You undo the rope stringing her up and slip the binds from her arms. After rubbing her wrists, she removes her blindfold and wipes tears from her eyes. She studies all the red marks scoring her body, tracing some with her finger. "I think I always knew I'd enjoy this."

"How come?"

"Remember when I said I used to hate it when Reverend Mother Margosha used to flog me?"

"Yes?"

"That wasn't entirely true. I'd cry, sure. I'd wail. I'd feel terribly humiliated, but afterwards, I think I... I savored the experience. I used to look in the mirror at night and trace my welts, just like this. At the time, I always imagined I was reflecting on my lesson, that I was somehow becoming more pure. But looking back, I don't think my intent was as pure as I believed."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"Margosha used to call me a slut too, you know. I'd confess sinful thoughts I'd had, and she'd tell me what a wanton whore I was, and that I was filled with sin."

"Should I not have called you those things?"

"Why shouldn't you have?" she asks. "They're true. They were true then too, I just didn't know it yet. She used to fill me with shame. But when you say it, it fills me with something much different. Maybe because I've accepted it's true now. And I enjoy a little discipline to keep me sharpAnd that I deserve my beatings."

Euna finishes her self-inspection and turns to you with a radiant smile. She clasps you in a great hug. Her naked body presses against yours. "Thank you for educating me in proper discipline. It was most enlightening."punishing me. It's the least I deserved." Her lips meet yours.

"That's because unlike you, I'm responsible. Do you want to help me care for a wailing babe out here in Lord-knows-where?"

"Did you think you were persuading me last night?" she asks wryly. "That I hadn't made up my mind a while ago?"

"Of course not."

"Anyway, your breakfast is ready. Take your time. I'll return."

Left over food sits upon a plate by the campfire site. Euna departs for the river.

"One of us has to be responsible," Euna replies. "Quite frankly, I'm surprised you don't already have children to call your own."

"Who says I don't?" you ask. "I could have a dozen for all you know."

"Hmm, and I'm sure every one of them would be a delinquent hussies just like you. Anyway, your breakfast is ready. Take your time."

Left over food sits upon a plate by the campfire site. Euna departs for the river.

You wake to find Euna tending to the firepit.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning," you reply. "How are you feeling?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"I mean about yesterday with that man."

"I'm well," she looks at you. "Are you all right with it?"

"I am, but I was thinking we should stop by Lanx's today."

"Certainly, but why?"

"Unless you want to bear a stranger's child, we should probably see if Lanx has anything to prevent that."

Euna grins. "I know they do. Last time we were there, I asked Fira if she had anything for just that reason."

"You asked?"

"The way you've been leading me, I figured it was only a matter of time. I actually took it days ago."

You wake to find Euna tending to the firepit.

"Good morning," she sings.

"Good morning," you reply. "How are you feeling?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"I mean about last night," you clarify.

"Quite well," she replies. "Why do you ask?"

"I thought we might stop by Lanx's today."

"Sure, but why?" she asks.

"I'm not sure we should risk a child while we're lost from home. Lanx could probably help us with that."

She grins. "I know they can. Fira gave me a potion when we visited them."

"She did?"

"Yes. From her own stash. I think she saw this coming the moment she met us."

You wake to find Euna isn't around. You spend the some of the morning by yourself when she returns, slightly sweaty as though she'd been on a long hike.

"Good morning," she sings.

"Good morning," you reply. "Went for a walk?"

"I went to visit Lanx and Fira. I'd hoped I'd have returned before you rose."

"Any occasion for the visit?" you ask.

"Yes. These." She holds up a vial. "I don't believe it would behoove us if I were to become pregnant while we're trying to survive out here. You are capable of quickening a womb, aren't you?"

"I believe I am."

"That's what I figured, so after your surprise last night, I decided I should take precautions. Fira tells me I've come to her quickly enough that I should be in the clear.

"She says it will keep usme safe for a month, then we'll need more, but don't worry. I have a few squirreled away. And she says she'll always give me more."

"I was wondering if you'd want one."She frowns. "I'm not sure why you'd want one, but I do have more." Euna fishes another vial out from her cleavage and hands it to you. It's a strange reddish mixture, and it tastes both flowery and metalic.

"Tastes stronger than the ones I'm used to," you say.

"You've had these before?"

"I've had enough tinctures like this to last a lifetime. The Prowling Lilins gave these out freely to all of us women. Otherwise we'd have grown thrice our number every year."

"Somehow this doesn't surprise me one bit," Euna replies.

Returning home, you prepare dinner while Euna cleans and fixes. She puts it aside once you serve her food.

"Thank you." Euna plants a quick kiss on your lips, and you both eat.

"Oh," she says. "Understandable. It is a filthy habit after all, and only an experiment. I doubt I was going to do it again anyway." She shrugs. Stares into the fire. As casual as she's behaving, there's still a creep of flush in her cheeks.

"Somehow I knew you would." Euna grins. "Perhaps that's why I did it. Something about knowing you might be out there watching me makes me want to do the wildest things."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I think I might have. Does that makes me a disgusting person?"

"No. It means you're just discovering pleasures that plenty of other people already enjoy. Besides, if you're a disgusting personwoman, than so am I."

She laughs. "That's not reassuring. I already know you're a disgusting personwoman. It was your naughty stories that put the idea in my head. If you keep telling me those, who knows how disgusting I'll become?"

"I guess we'll find out." You kiss her.

"You can't be serious," Euna says.

"I think your sister's reaction was much the same, but the men were adamant. Even when Aileen offered to fuck all of them as much as they want, for the whole three days, they didn't bend. Their deal was the horses.

"As they rode farther and farther away from the festival, your sister's resolve crumbled, and she finally agreed. The men had to see proof though, so they pulled over the wagons and told her to go at it. Aileen crawled underneath one of the wagon's horses. Carefully, she touched its cock. The horse whinnied, but the men helped keep it calm. The horse's cock came out of its sheath, and it kept growing and growing, reaching inhuman proportions. Aileen's hands worked up and down the shaft. Her fingers played with its massive balls.

"Then this is where Aileen surprised the boys. They thought she would just give the horse a handjob until it shot upon the ground, but when she started playing her tongue along the shafts length, licking up all the old smeg and scum, they didn't say anything. Nor did they say anything when she enveloped the tip of the cock with her mouth. She licked and sucked until the horse rocked back and forth.

"With one final snort, the horse came. Cum overflowed her mouth and streamed down her front. It flowed down the neckline of her summer dress, between her breasts and squatted legs. From the back, it looked as though the torrent flowed from her own pussy. Only from the front could one see how thoroughly drenched she was.

"Aileen licked her lips and stood. 'Satisfied?' she'd asked.

"The boys merely reminded her that they had two horses pulling their wagon. Without a word, Aileen climbed under the other and performed again. More cum flowed down her body. Her dress was soaked through.

"So the deal was made. When the boys made Aileen pleasure the horses again and again, as well as the horses of any other merchants. Her front was a mess of cum. Her belly practically swelled from all she'd swallowed. On the final day, the men advertised a special show for all to come. Once they got a crowd gathered, the boys announced how Aileen would have sex with the horses.

"This came as a surprise to her. She argued, but they made it clear that if she embarrassed them, she'd have to walk back to the festival. And so Aileen performed. First, she got a horse hard using her hands. Then she bent over, hiked up her dress, and guided the cock to her pussy. It was a hard fit. Many times the cock bent and fell to the side. Finally, the boys 'helped' by holding her firm and pulling her back while another held the cock steady. They forced her down on the cock. Oh, how she screamed.

"For a while, she just stayed there, impaled. It was only when the crowd grew impatient that they boys ordered her to start fucking. And so she did. Rocking back and forth, she worked its length in and out, though only half of it could fit inside her. The horse eventually finished. Cum squirted out from the edges of her stretched-tight pussy. When she pulled off, a deluge flowed down her legs. Her snatch gaped.

"And then the boys brought forward their second horse, and the performance was repeated all over again. That crowd certainly got their money's worth."

Euna gasped. "The boys charged money?"

"Yep."

"I assume my sister didn't see a chilling of that."

"Nope, but they did take her home the next day as they promised. But before they got back to the festival, they demanded she pleasure their horses one last time. She climbed under the horses, got it hard, and to the boys delight, she turned around and rocked back, sinking the cock into her pussy. There was no doubt she was enjoying herself. In the end, she returned to the festival with horse cum flowing from her stretched cunt."

"At least it was over," Euna says.

"The boys got it started by taking a few nearby pebbles and pushing them into her muddy vagina. Aileen winced as their sharp edges scraped her inner walls. Others got the idea after that, and people gathered around. Everyone from men, women, and children came up and pushed more stones inside of her. Some pushed clumps of grass. Other simply ground handfuls of earth against her folds. When people couldn't fit any more in, one of the boys would come up with a club and use it as a ramrod to push the earth further inside her."

"How could that possibly work without hurting her?"

"It probably did hurt."

"Right, but rocks and dirt aren't a fluid. They don't pack."

"From what I heard, Aileen was providing plenty of fluid herself. Despite all the punishment, her pussy was gushing with her juices. It turned the dirt into slimy mud, and the earth inside of her became a soup. It shoved well enough, even if she did cry out as they did it. Afterward, there was more room. More people came forward to push stones into her. This went on and on, fill and pack, fill and pack, until her belly swelled, and her pussy gaped. It couldn't even close around the mass inside her."

"But they weren't done, were they?"

"They just started on her ass. Same process. Fill and pack. I can only imagine how bloated her rectum must have been. They put enough mud and rock inside her ass to fill a full sized bucket. Her belly made her look three months pregnant."

"For three days they left her plugged up like that. Whenever her flesh adjusted, they'd pack more. If she managed to expel any, they'd just push it back inside her with more to come. Though it did finally come time to leave. They finally let her stand and empty herself out, before a crowd of course. A slimy mass of earth slid from her pussy, followed by many muddy streams of her own juices which had built up. She had a harder time expelling from her ass. One of the boys had to force his fist inside of her to pull handfuls out. It was caked together, along with her own filth."

"He just... put his hand in her ass? It fit?"

"It was easy from what they said. It slid right in, but after all the stretching she'd taken those past few days, it's not too much of a surprise. It was the same when another boy reached in her cunt. His hand slipped right in, so the boys fisted both her holes, scooping out handfuls after handfuls of earth. It sent your sister over the edge, After three days of torment without cumming once, Aileen had one of the loudest, most powerful orgasms of her life, Right there before everyone. She even dropped to her knees. The boys kept right on scraping her insides clean. In total, they pulled two full buckets worth of earth out of her. Her holes gaped."

"Were they at least done?" Euna asks.

"It wound down. They cleaned her up. On the return trip, they let her ride in the wagon, though she was made to suck each of the boys off repeatedly. In the end, she thanked them for agreeing to take her back."

"Honestly?" Euna says.

"They wrote several other things over her body too, such as 'harlot' and 'whore', or little arrows pointing out her breasts and holes, indicating where she was to be hurt. At first, people didn't come. She was so covered with mud and bruises already it was probably a turn off. So the boys advertised her by explaining to the crowd that she was an adulterer in need of punishing. You know what people think of adulterous women in the heart of our nation, don't you?"

"I'm well aware. How rough were they?"

"Very. Especially after the boys wrote 'adulterer' right over her breasts. It started with a few men coming forward. They spit on her and pulled her hair. Light stuff at first, but it grew. A few religious women in the crowd kicked her, sometimes right between the legs. Your sister was bawling at this point, but no one would take pity on an unfaithful woman. Some men even raped her, but not many. Most used her mouth, but some were brave enough to fuck her pussy, though it was caked in grime, it abraded their cocks. So they slapped her around and blamed her for having such a dirty pussy. Even as they said it, they would grind handfuls of dirt against her snatch."

"A bit hypocritical, I think," Euna says.

"It's a bit hypocritical for a man to rape a woman because she had sex out of wedlock."

"I suppose you're right. What else did they do to her?"

"They only got rougher from there. Some men kicked her pussy so many times their boots started to slip in, which encouraged a group of men to take turns foot fucking her while wearing whatever hard leather boots they had. She bled a lot from that. A few merchant women used their horse's riding crops to beat Aileen's breasts until she bled from a score of fresh cuts. Some women struck her exposed pussy. Children smeared her body with mud and pebbles until every inch of her body was covered in earth, even her face and hair."

You continue. "For three days this went on. I think your sister ran out of tears . At the end of the market, the boys untied her. They gave her some food and water until she was feeling better. They say she was actually laughing and smilling, despite being covered in mud and covered in countless dirt-clod cuts, and her pussy was so raw and beaten she could hardly walk. But do you know what she said when they suggested strapping her back under the carriage for the return trip?"

"What?"

"'If that's what you want.'"

"Really? She wasn't done? Even after all that?"

"Your sister did say they could do whatever they wanted those three days. You can't fault her for being committed to her word."

"I guess I can't."

"So they strapped her underneath again. And again her pussy faced forward so all the rocks and pebbles would strike her already bruised and bleeding pussy. They got back to the festival after hours. They unstrapped her from the undercarriage and left her just as she was: naked, filthy, bruised and beaten, and so exhausted she could hardly walk."

"And no one in the festival took exception to this?"

"They might have, but as soon as they saw the words 'adulterer' scrawled on her chest. Their attitudes changed to contempt. The boys didn't stick around, but it looked like another group of men and women were circling her. Her ordeal wasn't done."

"I can't believe she had to deal with that," Euna said. "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but perhaps our nation looks upon adulterers far more harshly than they deserve."

"Oh most certainly."

"At least she survived the ordeal."

"For two copper!?" Euna says.

"Yes, for less then the cost of a flagon of ale."

"Surely my sister could sell herself for much more than that."

"Fascinating that that detail is what bothers you, not that your sister was being made to whore herself."

"I've heard enough about my sister to not be surprised by that, but that price seems... insulting."

"She did not set the price. The boys set it that low to better encourage customers, and that they did. They didn't have to spend more than a few minutes offering her body to the traders. After that, she spent nearly every waking minute of those three days on her knees or pressed up against the back of a cart.

"Once the boys finished their trading, they found her in a stranger's cart. A man was forcing his cock down her throat while his two sons were beneath and behind her, rutting both her holes. Her clothes were in tatters. Her breasts were bruised from so much squeezing. Cum matted her body and hair, and more yet oozed from her holes. She was so lost in the sex that when she saw the smithy boys, she didn't recognize them. She thought they were just another group of men who'd heard about the cheap whore taking everyone and she spread her legs and invited them to use her body.

"Once they got her back to their cart, they each took another turn with her, though her pussy was stretched and messy. Afterward, they made good on their promise and took her back to the festival, but not before making her please every merchant they passed on the road.

"All and all, I heard she made them a hundred copper. If you think that's not much, it's because many people weren't paying her, and many others were taking from her pouch while she was busy pleasing other men."

"So everyone took advantage of her," Euna says.

"But there's more. Before they dropped Aileen off, she begged them not to tell anyone about what happened, or at least to leave her name out of it. They agreed, but only on the condition that she return to the metal market next year and let them do it all over again to her."

"They blackmailed her?"

"They did, and the most ironic part is that when they showed her on a map where the metal market was, it turned out to be in Calem's pass."

"That's... but that's just—"

"...just a few miles from the palace. If she'd found out where she was, she could have just walked home. But it certainly made returning to the metal market next year simple for her."

"She actually went back?"

"Yep. And they used and degraded her all over again, and at the end, they told her to return the next year or they'd tell people about this year. And the next year they did it again. It's been three years now, and I have no reason to think your sister won't return for a fourth."

"But... why? Surely there must be some other course of action my sister could take."

"Oh, of course. She could tell the royal guard about them. and they'd make sure those blacksmith boys never saw the light of day again. She wouldn't even have to tell the guards what they did. Or she could just not go and deny the rumors the boys spread. It would be her word against theirs, and no one would believe a royal princess would debase herself like that?"

"So why does she go back?"

"Why do you think?"

Euna grins. "You're going to say because she secretly enjoys what those boys do to her."

"Your sister did agree to their terms in the first place. She could have easily gotten out and walked, or found any other merchant to take her back. Tell me, Your Highness. If those men had made that offer to you, what would you have done?"

"Well, I would have let them, yes, because I know you would want those men to use me. But Aileen has not given herself completely to a depraved fool such as yourself."

"But suppose I wasn't there. Would you do it just for your own sake?"

She considers it. Her hand creeps down and idly plays with her clit through her clothes. She bites her lip.

"I worry more whether three days of such debasement would be enough for me. I might beg them to take me away and use me eternally. I might convince them they should do worse."

"Maybe I should give you to them," you say.

She shivers. "Maybe you should. I'd be sad to see you go, but trading me away like a piece of flesh is such a wicked idea. I love it."

"Perhaps one day," you say.

"Heavens, it'd be such a depraved thing to do, but I think I just might."

"Maybe one day you will," you say.

She thinks, then smiles devilishly. "I suppose the idea has a certain... carnal appeal, the idea of submitting yourself over to those men to do as they please. But to go through with it? I don't think I ever could."

"Your sister is a fair bit more adventurous than you, though."

"I envy her bravery."

"Maybe one day you'll be brave enough too."

"Maybe one day." She trails off in thought.

"I would have told them to burn in hellfire," she says. "And then I would sic the royal guards upon them as soon as I got home."

"There isn't the slightest part of you that would even consider it? Letting all those men have their way with you? Even the fantasy of the idea has no appeal?"

"No. To do so would be utter madness."

"But in fantasy? In the corners of your mind? You might day dream about what would be."

She is trying not to grin. "A proper lady does not have such sordid desires."

"They're not supposed to," you say, "but who can ever know what goes on in their minds."

"You'll never know." She sticks her tongue out at you.

"Shall we head to bed?"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Euna says. "There are others, but they can wait for another night." "Perhaps I'll read it to you again sometime. Though I'm sure it will be exactly the same. I am reading from a book after all."

"That's it? Then how about you? Now that you've told me of the ways a woman can be a Vixen, will you tell me now how you came to be one?"

"Sure, but isn't it obvious? Clearly I'm..."

"...like Bogdana. She grew my staff with her alchemy."

"...like Volga. I had this manhood grafted to me."

"...like Mira. I was born with my manhood, but I'm a woman through alchemy."

"...one of Bogdana's hermaphrodite daughters."

"I see," She ponders. "It's very strange to think that there are women with their own poles. And to think that they might become a common sight one day."It seems like such a bizarre conflict with nature."

"I know from experience that they're good people."

"I'm sure. I'd quite like to meet one some day..."

"What? Truly?" she asks.

"Truly. I was among the first. That is why I have the full works, both for a man and woman."

"But I thought you said you joined the Lilins. If she's your mother, then... oh."

"Right. She leaves her progeny behind when she moves on. I was an orphan as a child. It was only years later after I encountered the Lilins that I realized who my true mother—or father—was. I was one of her birds who returned to the nest."

"Did you forgive her for abandoning you?"

"I was angry with her at first, particularly since she treated more like her creation than her daughter, but she is who she is, and she was the one who convinced me to join the Lilins so she could get to know me better."

"So you did get to have a relationship with your mother. I'm glad."

"As a friend and a colleague, yes, but Bogdana was never a mother figure to me. Good thing too. She has an academic obsession with my sex life, and my equipment."

"Have you two ever..."

You grin. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would. You're not going to tell me?"

"That would be a different story, if there is one to tell. Tonight was about how I came to be, and there you have it."

"...wait," Euna says. "Does this mean you don't always have a pole?"

"It does."

She looks baffled. "How did I not notice that?"

"You've only ever seen me naked when we're about to sleep together, but a time like now..." You tug down the front of your leggings to reveal a perfectly normal looking pussy. You even spread your smooth lips to reveal your clit.You even part your bush to reveal your clit. It's a little predominant, but it's by no means a cock.

"My Lord." Euna reaches and holds it between her thumb and index finger. It begins swelling. "Amazing. I feel better now about having never noticed this back home. I knew there wasn't a bulge beneath those skintight leotards of yours."

"There wasn't, but sometimes when my performances got a little racy, I'd have to think very hard of mundane things, lest my pole slip out and steal the show."

"How did Bogdana do it?"

"And you were fine with her changing you permanently?"

"If you knew how much I love sleeping with women, you'd understand."

"I think I have an idea. How did Bogdana do it?"

"She injected some powerful alchemy directly into my ovaries."

Euna's eyes go wide. "That doesn't sound fun."

"It wasn't. It involved long needles and strange glowing chemicals. And the whole process was experimental. Apparently being a lab rat for true alchemy is incredibly foolhardy."

"And you agreed to this?"

"If I'd known any of this beforehand, I never would have. I only learned about it after I was strapped to her table and she was cackling maniacly. Bogdana was an enthusiastic alchemist, and I've since learned that they sometimes trick people into being test subjects."

"But it worked out?"

"It did. My transmuted ovaries secrete her tonic for themselves. It flows through my veins whenever I become aroused.It's always flowing in my veins."

"That is amazing," Euna says.

"She thought so too. Funny thing is, she never expected it to work out, and she hardly kept notes on what she did. Since then she's never been able to reproduce the effect, much to her frustration."

"How is that possible?" she asks.

"One night, after some particularly heavy drinking and debauchery, I went to the Warped Ones and demanded they give me a cock so that I may fuck women. And they did."

"Where did they get it?"

"The alchemists didn't know. They trade in family jewels. Sometimes a man will part with their own to pay a debt, and some woman might buy it for herself. However, the cock that I got had been bottled away and preserved at the bottom of their chests for so long that none could remember whose it was, or even acquiring it. It had even gained a reputation in the troupe. Some thought a fay trickster had snuck it in among their stock. Others thought it was cursed. Or it came from a famous adventurer. No woman ever bought it, because who would want an infamous, mystery cock?"

"You, apparently."

"Yes. Me, when I'm incredibly drunk and randy. It matched my hair and skin decently enough, so they gave it to me."

"Regrets?"

"The next morning, of course, but I've grown to love my mystery cock. It's never failed me, it bounces back quickly after sex, and I've been so much hornier ever since I got it, but maybe that's just because of how much I love romping women with it. It's mine now."

"You are bizarre. I wonder if the children it'd sire would be cursed or blessed."

"Maybe one day I'll learn."

"How? Who was he?"

"He's the grand duke of Volkhov."

"Volkhov? I know of that duchy. I know of that man. He's your father?" She gapes at you. "My Lord. I think I see it."

"Please don't tell me I look like him. I'd rather look like a swine."

"You don't like him?"

"I only learned that he was my father after years of hunting clues from my childhood. My mother was a serving maid who worked in his estate. He took liberties with her behind his wife's back. I don't know if my mother even wanted to, but either way, when she became pregnant, he dealt with this by denouncing my mother as a thief and a liar, and having her banished from his land. He took everything from her. By the time I was born, she was whoring herself to survive. I think she gave me up because since she could hardly afford to care for herself, much less a child. She was dead by the time I finally found her."

"That's horrible," Euna says. "I'm so sorry."

"I got my justice. One night, during one of the grand duke's balls, there was one particularly flirty little trollop that caught his eye."

"You?"

You nod. "Seducing him was almost too easy. He took me to his chambers, where I let him do as he pleased with me."

"You slept with your own father?"

"I don't care. It was for my plan. He didn't drink the spiked vodka I'd brought along until after he'd filled me thrice with his cum, but after he passed out, I went to work. That night, I snuck out of his manor with his tackle bottled away."

"You chopped it off?"

"No. It was a delicate procedure using all sorts of alchemy. I spent weeks with the Warped Ones learning how. It's quite neat actually. He slept through it."

"But then you gave it to yourself?"

"The way I see it, I'm a better keeper of the family jewels than he ever was. I don't ruin lives with it."

"Incredible," she says. "There are a lot of revelations here. Now I know why the grand duke never produced an heir with his later wives."

"He's got a clean little scar where his pride and joy should be."

"...and you. You're nobility."

You scoff. "Please. I'm a lowborn hussy born out of wedlock, and I'm proud of it."

"What? Why would anyone do that to an unborn child?"

"In some parts, if a boyar's serving girl becomes pregnant, that child would be a peasant who'll one day serve him, but he might prefer having only women working under his roof. So if a healer determines the child will be born a boy, he might have alchemists apply their art upon the serving girl so that the child will be born a woman instead. Such transmutations are not complete, but apart from what's between my legs, I am a woman in every way."

"And your mother went along with this?" Euna asks.

"I don't think she had a choice."

"That doesn't seem right. Women should not be forced to do such a thing. Have you considered changing back?"

"Back? I am a woman. I always have been, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Nobody has a choice about what they're born as."

"I suppose that's true. As long as you're happy with what you are, then so am I."

You curtsie. "Thank you."

"Really? How?"

"I was a young scamp who roamed with a pack of boys. One day the Lilins visited my village. There was this merchant in a garish carnival wagon who was selling all sorts of amazing alchemy. Strange potions and dusts lined his shelves. My friends were interested in silly things like popping powders or burping tonics, but the merchant showed us this elixir he kept in this locked glass cabinet. It would transmute someone into a woman forevermore. Never in my life had I ever wanted anything so badly. And while my friends roamed the circus, I'd sneak away to oggle that elixir, which I knew I could never afford."

"What did you do?" Euna asks.

"When the merchant stepped away, I jimmied the lock."

"And you drank it?"

"Right away before anyone could take it from me, but nothing changed. I thought for a long time that it hadn't worked, but then my friends and I grew up. Their voices deepened. Their shoulders broadened."

"And you developed differently, didn't you?"

You gesture at your body, from your feminine hips to your breasts. "Apart from the secret between my legs, it's as though I was a woman all along. Not even my friends knew. They all thought I'd been a tomboy who had dressed like them to fit in. And then their attentions toward me started to change..."

"I see," Euna says. "Surely they must have realized then."

"Maybe a few learned for themselves," you say suggestively. "Even as a teen I was never terribly virtuous."

"Do you ever imagine what your life would have been like if you hadn't stolen that elixir?"

"Not once. Besides, after I joined the Lilins years later, I learned that the merchant meant for me to steal it. He shows off those elixirs to children everywhere he goes, because once in a while a child like me will come skulking back to press their face to that cabinet's glass."

"Now I understand now why you held off about explaining your staff earlier," Euna says. "Your peculiarity has quite an story behind it. Thank you for sharing."

"Of course."

"Though I have one remaining question. From the way you describe the other Vixens, I'm surprised that your own manhood is so..."

"Normal?"

"...Yes."

"That's because I never made a spectacle of my uniqueness the way the Vixens in the Warped Ones did. I'm simply a lady who proudly owns her own cock."

"And what a delight it is," Euna adds.

"It was about time they did," Euna says. "Those boys certainly had their fun."

"They did. And they saw no reason to stick around."

"What did she do?"

"First, she fetched the hound they left out. Before returning it to the kennel, she smothered its snout with kisses. It gave her a fair share of friendly face-licks too. I don't know if she had made a new friend, or if there was already a relationship there that I didn't know about, but it honed in on her crotch even as she led it back to its cage."

"It was probably just the smell," Euna says.

"Maybe."

"And after that?"

"Aileen had to figure out how to get back to her room. She found that her clothes were ruined. The boys had torn them to shreds when they'd whipped her, and they were soaking in a puddle of urine, so she dumped them in the coop. That left her naked, and her body was striped with welts. She was soaked in piss. Her clothes were dripping, so she discarded them inside the coop. That left her naked, her hair drenched, and her body stinking. She was in no state to be seen by anyone, so to get back, she had to stalk through the palace halls. Twice she had to hide from the watchmen. It took nearly an hour for her to reach her private quarters."

"How do you know this?"

"I followed her."

"Of course you did." Euna shakes her head. "I can't believe she allowed those boys to take advantage of her like that. I suppose if she enjoyed herself..."

"I think she did."

"Of course you would." She sets her plate aside. "An illuminating story. I see there's much I never knew about my sister."

"It was my pleasure to enlighten you."

"I'm sure."

"Of course. I couldn't go easy on her. I caned her. Five strikes upon her breasts. Five strikes upon her rump. Five to her belly. And three well-deserved strikes to that overused flower between her legs."

"Painful."

"I wanted to make sure she thought of me every time she every time she took another man between her legs. The pain would remind her."

"Very. She fetched a cane. Five strikes upon my breasts. Five strikes upon my rump. Five to my belly. And three particularly vicious strikes to my womanhood."

"That was mean of her."

"Very, but don't worry. She kissed all my welts to make them better, and I forgave her." She smiles. "I forgave her many times, in all sorts of ways."

"Unbelievably so," Euna says. "I had the maids fetch milk from the stables. Then I had Aileen get on her knees and elbows so her rump was pointed up. I placed a funnel in her rear and pour the milk into her."

"How much?"

"Four pails. Her belly swelled as though she were nine-months heavy with a child, and the funnel wasn't enough. I needed a syringe to get it all inside her. She wailed in pain. The sight of her rubbing her distended belly pleased me so."

"Two pails. Her belly swelled up. The cramps had her curled in pain. Dribbles of milk kept squirting out and running over her womanhood."

"An entire pail of milk. Oh, how she whimpered."

"How devious of you. Did you make her hold it?"

"Of course. I made her dance too. The Barynya."

"Unbelievably so," Euna says. "She had the maids fetch milk from the stables. Then she had me get on my knees and elbows so my rump was pointed up. And she jammed a funnel in my rear so she could pour milk into me."

"How much?"

"Four pails. My belly swelled as though I were nine-months heavy with child, and the funnel wasn't enough. Aileen used a syringe to force it all inside me. My poor distended belly was grotesque. And the cramps... I thought I was going to burst."

"Two pails. My belly swelled up. The cramps had me curled over in pain. I kept squirting out dribbles of milk, which ran over my womanhood."

"An entire pail of milk. Oh, how I cramped."

"How devious of her. Did she make you hold it?"

"Of course. She made me dance too. The Barynya."

"Ooh. How unsexy!"

"It's an elegant dance! The woman's part anyway. I'm the one telling the story. Am I not?"

"I'm sorry. Go on."

"Thank you. And you must concede how torturous it would be to dance with a gut full of milk."

"That would be torturous."

"Yes. Every twirl and kick made her suffer. Her gut sloshed about. Every time she doubled over in pain, I'd make her start over. I also warned her that she would have to lap up any milk she spilled."

"How did she do?"

"Horribly. Brown-tainted milk coated her legs. She had quite a puddle to lap up afterward, and even a few lumps. I don't think they were curds."

"Fairly well. Some milk squirted from her as she twirled. I had her lap it up like a kitten."

"And she was still naked?"

"Of course. My father's seed still dripped from her. He found this dance uproariously entertaining. Oh how he laughed. I've never seen Aileen so humiliated."

"Of course. And all the maids and guards clapped along as she danced. It was such fun. I've never seen Aileen so humiliated."

"How'd it end?"

"I had her lie down so I could sit on her belly. I bounced up and down upon her swollen gut. She cried in pain, but I made her hold it as long as possible. She held up admirably, but eventually she released, and milk sprayed from her in a torrent."

"How'd it end?"

"I had her lie down so I could sit on her belly until she could stand it no more. It was like a dam breaking. Oh, what a mess."

"Yes, it was. My gut sloshed with every kick and twirl. Every time I doubled over in pain, she'd make me start over. She also said I would have to lap up any milk I spilled."

"How did you do?"

"Horribly. Brown-tainted milk coated my legs by the end. I had quite a puddle to lap up, and even a few lumps. I can tell you for sure they were not curds."

"Fairly well. Some milk squirted as I twirled. She made me lap it up like a kitten."

"All of this was in the nude, I imagine."

"Of course. My father's seed still dripped from me. He found this dance uproariously entertaining. Oh how he laughed. I'd never been humiliated in my life."

"Of course. And all the maids and guards clapped along as I danced. It was humiliating."

"How'd it end?"

"She had me lie down so she could sit upon my swollen belly and bounce up and down. I tried to hold it in, but each bounce was excruciating. I could take so much. Milk sprayed from me in a torrent. My insides felt ruined."

"How'd it end?"

"She had me lie down so she could sit on my swollen belly until I could stand it no more. It was like a dam breaking. Oh, what a mess."

"Of course it was," Euna says. "I administered ten lashes with a switch. Five upon her back, another five upon her breasts."

"Painful," you reply.

"She needed to know her place," Euna replies.

"Of course it was," Euna says. "She administered ten lashes with a switch. Five upon my back, another five upon my breasts."

"Painful," you reply.

"It was torture to wear clothes for weeks. Yet I had to hide it, and pretend to be an innocent princess."

"Absolutely," Euna says. "I decided to make sure she knew she was beneath me. I am the tsarivna, heir to the throne, and she is little more than a trollop. So I took her to a brothel in the capital."

"And how did you know about a brothel?"

"I didn't. My father knew."

"Oh. Uh, that actually may be true."

"Come now," she says. "I just bested my sister at being the best harlot. You think I've never moonlighted before?"

"Oh, of course. I should have guessed."

"Yes, well. I decided to put my sister to work there. Two nights every week, Aileen was to go down to the brothel disguised as any other tramp, and she would take whatever johns the madame sent to her, and I instructed the madame to send my sister the worst—the fat, the old, the ugly. My sister saw them all."

"And how long did she have to do this?"

"What makes you think she ever stopped?" Euna says. "My father enforced my order. Aileen should still be moonlighting that brothel to this day."

"She had to go one night for every man I fucked in that challenge."

"How many nights is that?"

"Forty? Fifty? I'm not sure. I never really counted, and I haven't really been keeping track of how many brothel nights she's done. Aileen was still selling her body when I left."

"Absolutely," Euna says. "Aileen decided it was time for me to loosen up. Literally, I might add. She took me to a brothel in the capital and put me to work."

"And you went along with this?"

"My father loved the idea. He ordered me to obey, and I am nothing if not dutiful."

"The guards made. And I told no one because I couldn't stand the idea of my father finding out how sullied his daughter had become."

"I see."

"Aileen would make me go several nights a week to sell my body. Each time I'd have to dress up and paint my face like a whore so no one recognized me. Aileen was close friends with the madame, and she made sure I got the worst johns—the fat, the old, the ugly. I've done them all."

"How long did you have to do this?"

"Who says I ever stopped? Maybe I ran away because I was tired of being my sister's whore?"

"Was it?"

"No. Secretly, my life as a whore is what I miss the most about home."

"I love it," you say. "Now that is a good story about your sister."

"It was rather provocative, wasn't it?" Euna says.

"And to think those ideas all came from your mind, about your sister. I suspect if we should ever get back home, you might gain a few more stories like that, and maybe they won't be fantasies."

"I doubt it," Euna replies.

"Why not?"

"Regardless of whatever inclination I may have, making such advances on my sister would never be acceptable."

"You might find your sister is more receptive than you think."

"It would be improper."

"Of course it would," you say. "It would be downright sinful."

"Hmm. Yes, it would." Euna bites her lip. "Perhaps if we should ever get back home... we'll see." She sets her plate aside. "Let's clean up."

"Well, I see the Lilins deserve their reputation. They are far more bizarre than I ever realized. To think that people would make shows out of such acts..."

"There are a lot of strange practices in the world you've spent your life dismissing," you say. "Just keep an open mind. Let others do as they will."

"I will try to remember that. You've certainly given me a lot to think about." She sets the remains of her dinner aside. "I think it's time to turn in now."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Oh," she replies. "I guess they're not as awful as I'd imagined."

"Many stories are overblown," you say.

She sets her dinner plate aside. "It's late. We should probably turn in now."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Of course," Euna says. "Just look at my grandmother. Tsaritsa of the land and one of the most desirable women of her time. But Militsa is just a servant. It's not her place to force her will upon my sister."

"True. Most handmaidens wouldn't do that. They're usually meek small women who scurry to follow orders and grovel at your feet. Maybe that's why Aileen has kept Militsa as a lady-in-waiting to this day. There aren't any other boyarinas like her."

"As it should be. It's decorum."

"I know a great many men and women who'd love to hand themselves over to someone like Militsa."

"My sister included it seems."

"Your sister craves having someone in her life to boss her around. Maybe she got that from being around a certain sister of hers..."

"Me? I suppose I am rather bossy at times. I have to be. I was in line for the throne."

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Didn't I just mention how many people would love to submit to a bossy woman such as yourself?"

"Well, submitting to me would be within the natural order of things. I am royalty."

"Indeed you are," you reply.

"Comforting?" she asks.

"Imagine if you could put your life in the hands of someone you trust and simply obey. You don't have to worry about any decisions or obligations. All of your attention is simply on pleasing the one you love."

"I suppose I understand that," she says. "There is joy in pleasing others. And simplicity in following orders. It might even be relaxing, I'd think. Emotionally."

"It can," you say.

"Though her own lady-in-waiting? I could never submit to Militsa."

"Of course not. You don't know her like your sister does, but could you ever imagine yourself submitting to anyone?"

She considers it. "Maybe. I don't know. It would have to be a controlled setting, and certainly not for my entire life. Only at times."

"At least you're keeping an open mind about it."

Euna is thoughtful for a time. "Is there any more to tell?"

"No. That's it."

So she sets her plate aside. "Thank you for sharing it. It was quite an illuminating story about my sister."

"I suppose so," she says. "Still shocking. I can't believe I never knew."

"I don't think Alex knew either."

"Thank the Lord," Euna dismisses the concern from her mind and refocuses on grinding upon you.

"Me with my brother? You'd want to see that?"

"The idea doesn't intrigue you?" you ask. "You've imagined fucking him before and liked the thought. Is it really that different now?"

"It's different because it's wrong."

"It's forbidden, is what you mean. It's raunchy, and perverted."

"Hmm, yes. No wonder the idea appeals you." She resumes grinding upon your cock. "You like everything perverted."

"The best part," you add, "is I don't think he knows, it's why he flirted with you. He'd certainly fuck you if you let him. You're the tsarivna, and there are none more beautiful. Would you let him?"

"Maybe..." She bites her lip. "Maybe I'd like to see his face after he finally finds out, after the fact."

"He might take it better than you think."

"He might. It's certainly something to think about should I ever return home."

"For your parents, the dirtier sex was, the better. Your mother loved getting filthy. Sometimes she'd do things so raunchy that not even your father would touch her, but he definitely loved the show."Your father loved defiling your mother. Sometimes he'd make her do things that would leave her so polluted that he wouldn't even have the stomach to participate himself, but he loved the show."

"What sort of things?"

"What do you imagine?"

She pondered. "Unwashed bodies. The stench of sex. Falling asleep with seed crusty upon your body?"

"That's right," you say.

"Really? My mother?" she asks. "Do you mean... fecal?"

You nod.

"My mother used to wallow in human waste?"

"Wallow in it? I understand she reveled in it. Your mother was a true shit queen."

Euna gives you a narrowed stare.

"Her words," you say.

"My father used to subject my mother to human waste?"

"In every way you can imagine."

"What sort of things would he do to her?"

"Everything. He treated Yelena his own personal toilet. They got up to all sorts of games."

"Are you talking about urine?"

"I am," you say.

"What sorts of raunchy things would my mother get up to?" she asks.

"I'm sure you've heard how much your mother aided your father in politics," you say, "but did you know she did her best politicking in bed? Dignitaries might come to parlay with your father. Your mother would come in to serve the men foods and drink, and she'd be dressed in a scanty, low-cut gown. The dignitaries would eye her hungrily. Before she'd leave, your father might stop her, and order her to reveal her chest to the other man.

"'Do you like what you see?' Vislav would say. 'Perhaps you might find our terms more agreeable if you let my wife convince you tonight.'

"Later, the men would visit her chambers, but sometimes Vislav let the men feel her up right there in the council chamber, as one might feel a ripening fruit. Sometimes he'd have her strip and dance on the table before the men while their discourse continued. I know a maid entered and saw that she had climbed under the table to suck one of the men off even while negotiations continued."

"Nearly every man in the palace has a story about their time with Yelena. Even many of the women had their turn. Nothing aroused your mother more than a train of men all ready to pump her full of seed. She fucked everyone from nobles to dirty peasants.Nothing aroused your father more than a train of men ready to pump his wife full of their seed. And she would accept these men dutifully. No one was too low."

"I'm sure you've heard how much your mother aided your father in politics," you say, "but did you know she did her best politicking in bed? Dignitaries would come from far and argue with your father over foreign policy this or trade tariffs that. The diplomacy could take weeks, and during that time they'd be guests in the palace. In the evenings they'd dine in your father's court, and tsaritsa would ensure they sat next to her. It didn't matter who they were. She'd seduce them with her honeyed words, and they would find themselves sneaking through the palace at night to steal into her chambers. In there, she made the decisions. If they disagreed with Vislav in council, they might be on their knees later, begging Yelena to accept the same terms, if only so she may give them release."

"I see," Euna says. "I knew my mother was important to my father's reign, but I did not know it was in such an intriguing way. I assume my father saw all of her politicking from behind that mirror?"

"Maybe some, but not all. She engaged with many dignitaries while your father was away, or while she was away. It wasn't always for her audience. A harlot and a mistress she may have been, but she was a true servant for our tsardom."

"Any stories worth telling?" Euna asks.

Euna's eyebrows rise.

"That's right," you say. "Your mother had sex with strangers when you were in her. During the day, she would be the matronly tsaritsa in her palace—bound by the inconveniences of maternity. She'd waddle among dignitaries. Her back ached. Yet when night came, she was still the sexual beast she always was. More so. From what I heard, something about pregnancy turned her into a sex-crazed beast. Her most sultry exploits happened when she was heavy with child."

"What were one of these exploits?"

"Your mother had several boyars under her thumb. They'd visit, pledge their loyalty, pay their taxes, and sing their praise. They wouldn't dare do otherwise, or else your mother would make them pay in the bedroom. One such boyar was Dannic, and his wife Rushka."

"I know them," Euna says. "A sweet couple. Lovely children. They were loyal supporters of the tsardom's army."

"That's because they were loyal to their mistress."

"Both were?"

You nod. "They'd visit whenever tsar Vislav would summon them. They'd sing their praises and pay their dues, but their true test came the night of their stay. I don't know much about what happened in your mother's chambers those nights, but a maid once came in one morning to clean, and found both Dannic and Rushka. Dannic was bound and gagged to a chair. His wife was on her knees before him, hands tied behind her back, with his cock and balls in her mouth. She was fastened tight to him such that his cock was far down her throat. Neither could move a muscle, and both were covered in welts. Your mother had gone downstairs to enjoy breakfast, and left Rushku to choke upon her husband's cock. If you've ever been in such a situation—"

"I haven't."

"...then you'd know it's unpleasant for both of them. She chokes. Her knees and jaw hurt. And as her jaw aches, she can't hold it open as well. Her teeth close around his sack."

"Ah, and this is treatment they craved?"

"I doubt it. This bout came after Dannic had tried to renegotiate his land holdings with your father. The next day he withdrew his demands. Their following night in Yelena's chambers was likely more pleasant for them."

"One person your father used to make your mother entertain was Boris."

Euna startles. "The boyar? That corpulent old man?"

"That's him. He'd come to her room. Your mother would be waiting for him upon her bed, fully nude. He'd climb on top, pull his belly aside, and ravage her. Her body would practically disappear beneath his."

"How do you know this? Surely my father didn't tell you."

"Of course he didn't, though I'm sure he watched. No, I heard about this through Boris himself. Each day after a night in tsaritsa's chambers, he would brag to all who would hear. He took such liberties that he would fondle your mother at the banquets. He was one such man your father had your mother suck off under the table while in the dining hall."

"How disgusting," Euna shudders. "Though it paid off, didn't it? Boris was one of the tsardom's greatest suppliers of fine soldiers. How dutiful my mother was."

"Yes," you say. "He always earned his right to ravage Yelena."

"When your mother was pregnant, she made an exception to her filthy games."

"How so?" Euna asks.

"Before, she would ordinarily make others feast of her own dung, but when pregnant, a hunger came over her. She developed a craving for your father's shitOrdinarily she would make others drink her own water, but when pregnant, a thirst came over her. She developed a taste for your father's pissUsualy, she loved to have her body covered in other people's cum, but when pregnant, a hunger came over her. She'd suck down as much cum as she could, from anyone she could."

"When your mother was pregnant, your father's lust for filth games increased several fold. He had your mother consume his shit all through her termHe had your mother drink every drop of urine he pissed all through her termHe put your mother on an endless diet of cum. Either from him, the royal guards, or even peasants.."

"You're saying my mother used to consume wastedrink urineswallow countless men's seed when she was pregnant? With me?"

"It became an obsession. I know the chambermaid said at the time that she never needed to clean your father's chamberpot. He'd use it to relieve himself. Then at your mother's behest, he'd bring it to her so she may dine upon it's contents with a proper glass and cutlery, maybe while dining with your father and carrying on a pleasant conversation."Then he'd order your mother to kneel like a dog and eat every last drop and dollop. Her pregnant belly would be hanging low beneath her."

"It became an obsession. I know the chambermaid at the time said your father's piss pot was never once touched. At meals, your mother would server herself his piss from a crystal decanter as though it were fine wine. In the bedroom, you'd find her on her knees, caressing her pregnant belly, while guzzling his piss straight from his cock.If he needed to relieve himself, he'd have your mother get on her knees so he could ram his cock in her mouth and piss right into her stomach. Didn't matter if it was first thing in the morning, or if she was crawling under the table for him in the dining hall.

"It became an obsession. She tried her best to make cum the only food she ate, which was a challenge for a woman eating for two. She'd have a chambermaid carry jugs into town for men to fill with their cum. They'd bring them back full to the brim with tepid, stale cum, yet she'd guzzle them down and send for more. ...that's when she wasn't getting cum straight from the source from her guards.Your father would have maids carry jugs into town for men to fill with their cum. They'd bring them back full to the brim with tepid, stale cum. He'd order your mother to guzzle them down one after another until her stomach could hold no more.

"But why? Why when she was pregnant? It was polluting my birth."

"Maybe it was a way for your father to contribute more to your growth than just his own seed. Or maybe the point was to pollute your birth. Maybe they thought that if they fed you such a diet in the womb, that you might be born as debauched as they were."

"Interesting theory..." she says.

"Did it work?" you ask.

"I spent most of my life as a chaste nun."

"Not by choice. Look at how far you've come in just a short while."

"A fair point. Perhaps there is a hunger lurking within me. A final gift from my mother."

"You know what else? The chambermaid also noticed that your mother's pot was also empty for those nine months."

"She ate her own?"

"Imagine her, squatting over her own pot, cradling her swollen belly, pushing out a meal she was going to serve back to you through her own consumption."

"Why?"

"Perhaps Vislav's dung simply wasn't enough for her. She was already well in the habit of sucking her own shit off cocks she let sodomize her. Or maybe her goal was to make her diet composed entirely of shit. Then she'd need more than just hers and his. She'd need more, and she had plenty of paramours she could order to supply her."

"Perhaps your father had her dining on nothing else. She'd need more than just his then, so he made her eat her own. Maybe even other people's. The maids cleaned chamberpots around the palace. All they'd have to do is bring those pots to Yelena's room. That's if Vislav didn't make your mother beg for shit from the men he made her fuck."

"That's quite some dedication."

"How do you feel knowing you may have been formed from the waste of others."

"Frankly, I don't know," she says. "It's as though I'm destined to become an utterly vile and disgusting woman."

"Your hand was dealt before you were born."

"Your mother was proud of her sexual prowess, and her sheer volume of partners. She once boasted that she was the most sultry harlot in all of Ruthgar."

"A strange boast to make," Euna says.

"From what I knew of your mother, it was her pride. But one day, one of her paramours told her that she wasn't. There was a prostitute named Scylla, an immigrant from a land far south, who lived in a nearby provence who was famed for her endurance. This would not stand with Yelena. She summoned Scylla to the palace and challenged her to a test to see who was the greater whore.

"Your father loved that about your mother," you say. "something about having such an utterly depraved slut for a wife enflamed him so much. He once boasted that Yelena had the most trafficked slut hole in all of Ruthgar."

"A strange boast to make," Euna says.

"It was only among his close friends who understood his relationship with Yelena, but one of his friends challenged his claim. There was a prostitute named Scylla, an immigrant from a land far south, who lived in a nearby provence who was famed for her endurance. Vislav did not take this challenge lightly. He summoned Scylla to the palace, and he ordered Yelena to compete against her in a test to see who was the greater whore.

"The challenge was this. Yelena and Scylla lay side by side upon Yelena's bed. At the foot was a vase. Each woman would take lover after lover. For every man who bed either women, they would put ten rubles in the vase. Whichever woman slept with more men would get to keep it.

"Everyone and their friends came. Guards, soldiers, cooks, stablehands, servant boys... Both women started by taking each lover with warmth. but as the night wore on. Scylla grew tired. Near dawn, the prostitute could take no more. Her nethers ached. She was covered in cum and stick, and she reeked. So she quit.

"Yet as Scylla lay there in the sticky bed recuperating, Yelena kept right on going. Man after man rutted her holes. By daybreak, the vase was overflowing. Cum ran from her like a river. Her body, from her hair to her breasts to even her feet, was sticky and matted. She won, fifty-one to twenty-two."

"She overshot?" Euna asks.

"By quite a bit. The vase was overflowing. Of course, your mother didn't do it for the money. She put all of it in the royal coffers. 'I may be a whore,' she had said, 'but I am a whore for my tsardom'."

"And what of my father? Where was he while my mother fraternized about?"

"Sick, or so I heard. Bed-bound. Perhaps that's why so many people felt safe cuckolding him so openly. The men had lookouts to watch his door in case he should emerge, but he never did. Not for the entire night."

"How curious," Euna says. "He should be in his chambers undisturbed for all of this, where there's a passage leading behind my mother's mirror where he could have watched the entire affair."

"Curious indeed. The next morning, not a minute after the last man departed Yelena's chambers, your father, who was apparently feeling much better, visited your mother in her chambers. She still lay in her bed upon a pool of pearly cum. She stank from her marathon of sex. Yet those two were in there for quite a while."

"By quite a bit. The vase was overflowing, though Yelena never got a single coin. Your father stored the earnings in the royal coffers. 'She's a servant of the tsardom,' he had said. 'She earns for me.' After he ended the challenge, he kicked everyone from Yelena's chambers. She and he were in there together for quite a while."

"My father had no qualm about futtering in the river of other men?"

"What do you think?"

"I suppose it excited him," she says. "I rather like the idea now that I think about it myself. You, rutting me as I'm overflowing with other men's pleasure."

"Your mother used to lactate when she was pregnant. Not only that, but her breasts became so sensitive that those alone were enough to bring her to orgasm. She wore these tight silk gowns which showed off the outline of her lovely belly. Low cut, so her swollen breasts were on the verge of spilling out. The problem was that her tits leaked. She was having to drain them herself many times a day at the height of her pregnancy.

"Your mother got fed up, she decided to call upon the stable girl, Nadiya, to do the work for her. From then on, your mother could be found reclined about the palace, with her gown crumpled about her waist, while that sweet young girl squeezed her tits with deft hands to squirt her milk into a bowl."

"About the palace?" Euna asks.

"She wouldn't let her milking interfere with her day. It happened in the dining hall, the parlor, but most of her milking took place in the privacy of her bedroom. It was there things got heated. Her breasts were sensitive, right? Having someone show them attention like that would warm her loins. She started making Nadiya suckle from her with her mouth. Yelena would writhe and shudder. Soon, she made Nadiya suckle the nub between her legs too. Every milking session ended like that."

"And my father watched, presumably?"

"All those intimate milking sessions happened in her bedroom, so probably," you say. "Except once it was in her solar. Your mother summoned the young stable girl. Nadiya arrived to find your mother mid-coitus with your father. Yelena made the girl suck her while she fucked. Then she straddled her pregnant body over Nadiya's face and made her suck her clit, while Vislav plundered her pussy."reamed her asshole."

"Your father decided on a different solution. He summoned the stable girl, Nadiya, and ordered your mother to expose her chest and get on all fours. Her tits hung down like udders. Nadiya then had to milk your mother as she would any other cow. This happened many times."

"Sounds like my father watched in person, rather than through the mirror."

"I'm sure he saw it plenty through the mirror. He forbid Yelena from ever milking herself, she was forced to summon Nadiya to her room many times. If your father was around. It often happened anywhere but her chambers. Once, her tits leaked during a grand banquet. Your father made your mother stand and bend over with her elbows on the table. Her tits and belly hung down. Everyone remembers how the stable girl drained your mother that night.

"How humiliating."

"And yet with each milking, your mother writhed and moaned. Vislav went further. He once bade Nadiya to milk your mother using her mouth. Having that young girl suckle her tits would always make Yelena's loins froth. 'It looks like she needs her flower milked too,' your father would say. Nadiya would then have to suckle your mother's clit. That would set your mother off.

"Occasionally, Yelena's tits leaked while Vislav was fucking her. He had Nadiya milk your mother mid-coitus. Afterward, the girl had to suck Yelena's clit while Vislav plundered her pussy."reamed her asshole."

"Whose?" Euna asks. "My mother's asshole? Or Nadiya's?"

"From what I understand, it depended on the occasion.

"Fascinating," Euna says. "Threesomes with the stable girl. I would never have thought that sweet young woman had any part of my parents' sex life."

"You'd be surprised how many people you knew growing up have."

"She loved to wallow. When she was alone in her chambers she often put on shows for your father, in case he was behind the mirror."Your father would have Yelena wallow in her own filth. This wasn't a direct order, more of a standing order, so when she was often alone in her room, she might indulge herself. She'd wear drawers, and release a large lump of poo into them. The lump would be visible outside her gown, but she'd pay it no mind. Her own dung would be sandwiched against her ass while she'd tend to her toiletries, or read a book. The whole time in her chambers, the mess would smear down her legs, along her crotch, and up her back, but she wouldn't clean. In fact, she often went to bed in her shit-filled drawers.She'd wet her gown from crotch to ankle, and then go about her business, such as reading books or tending to her toiletries, all before going to bed piss-soaked. Sometimes she'd be more deliberate. When laying in bed to sleep, she curl her legs to her chest and fountain her golden nectar over her body. No matter how messy she got, she'd go right to sleep.Sometimes she'd wear an undergarment for weeks. At nights, she'd lie naked on her bed and scour its gusset with her tongue, or smear the gooey mess all about her breasts. Sometimes, she kneel on her bed with her pillow between her knees, and she diddle herself to climax so spray her drippings all over her own pillow. Of course the chambermaids were forbidden from changing the linens. She slept in her own mess. Maybe your father was behind the mirror, or maybe he was in council with his advisor. It didn't matter for her.Maybe your father was behind the mirror watching. Maybe he was in council with his advisors. She wouldn't know.

"Of course, she didn't only indulge by herself. Sometimes she might involve your father in such games, but she was most extreme with those beneath her station. Everyone craved your mother, both highborn and low, but for many, your mother only let them touch her body if they would indulge her filthy games. She would crouch over those depraved fools as she unloaded upon them. Sometimes upon their chest. Sometimes in their mouth. I understand it depended on her mood. Only if they showed proper appreciation for her brown gift would she allow them to ravage her. They'd both become a mess of shit.Those people would find themselves on their knees before Yelena she would babtise them in her royal urine. Only if they were appreciative enough would Yelena let them ravage her. Their piss-wet bodies would sully her own.Men could splatter her body with their cum, or fill her snatch. Women could drizzle her with their leavings, or grind themselves against her body. But before they could pollute her, they had to prove their worth by plying their tongue upon her unwashed pussy.

"Another of Vislav's standing orders was that after she fucked anyone for any reason, she had to beg them to shit upon her, either so she may eat it or smear it upon her body and wallow in the mess.urinate upon her, so she may bathe and drink of them.cum upon her, so that she may wear their stain. And then she would lick their poles clean of her grime. The best part about it was Vislav forbid her from telling them that it was his order. So she had to beg everyone, letting them think she wanted it for her own sake. It did horrible things for her reputation within the palace."

"Did many take her up on this offer?" Euna asks.

"Probably not many, but when they did, it got messyMore than you'd think. Hardly a week went by when she didn't get messyCrowds would take her up on her offer. Nearly every night, it got messy. Her old chambermaid told me about the messes she had to clean up in your mother's bed after her dalliances. Once she found your mother sleeping soundly upon her sheets. Yelena's entire body was coated in shit, from head to toe.The bed was so soaked in urine that Yelena was sleeping in a warm stagnant pool upon the mattress.Every inch of Yelena's skin dripped with cum, not to mention the crusty mess of a thousand other nights upon those unwashed sheets. When Yelena awoke, she was utterly unconcerned. She writhed for a bit before striding off to her bath, leaving a mess with every step."

Euna grinds her butt more securely into your lap. She pulls you against her. "Tell me more about my mother," she orders.

"Of course, Your Highness. Let me see..."

You finish your food and remove the plate from its perch between her shoulder blades. She cranes to look look at you inquiringly. "You're not done, are you?"

"Have I come yet?" You take hold of her hips. Sliding one hand along her front, you pull her upright. Her back presses against your front. She rests her head in the crook of your shoulder.

"Please tell me more," she says.

"You know what you need to do."

Grinning, she begins riding you with renewed vigor. At this pace, you won't last much longer.

"Let's see..." you say.

"I'd heard rumors about my mother, but I had no idea she was such a sultry matron. She knew how to take what she wanted," Euna says. "Was there more?"

"A little. You want to hear it?"

She ponders. "Hmm. Not tonight. You've given me enough to dwell on for now. Your food has grown cold enough." Euna gets off your lap and returns your plate of food. "You'll tell me the rest another day. I enjoy hearing about her debauchery."

"Understood, Your Highness."

"Is there any more?" she asks.

"Maybe, but I think we're done for tonight. You should eat your food before it gets cold."

Euna pouts. "Very well, but you will tell me more some day. I've always heard rumors about my mother, but I had no idea."

"She was quite a woman."

"Quite a harlot, it sounds like," Euna says. "a true mistress, legendary for her sexual exploits.""and unfailingly obedient with a penchant for humiliation."

"I would have liked to have met her," you say. "Alas, I've only these stories."

"Maybe one day I'll have stories comperable to hers."

"You are becoming the very image of her," you reply. She beams a smile.

"Natasha called Selia into her chambers one day and pointed to her chamberpot. There was a large, brown smear along the bottom. She had Selia on her hands and knees licking that mess up.

"Then came the day when Natasha called her in to point out a full log sitting in the pot. Natasha had said, 'If I must endure the shame of this unclean mess, then so must you,' and she ordered Selia to take the log and stick it into the back of her drawers, where it was to remain for the rest of the evening.

"She did so, and for the rest of the day, she carried out her duties with that mess against her butt as though she had soiled herself. Everyone noticed. I think she could have died from embarrassment, but later that night, she was sitting before her mirror, wriggling her butt around, spearing the mess about as she played with herself.

"It continued from there. Sometimes Natasha would have Selia put a mess in her drawers. Other times Natasha would make her unfasten her corset and smear the log against her bared breasts. Either way, she'd have to resume her chores just like that.

"Any time Marko would come to his room and find piss still in his pot, he would humiliate her with it somehow. Sometimes she would have to drink it up like sipping broth from a bowl, and sometimes he would pour the mess upon her and she would have to go about her chores for that day drenched.

"It happened more and more often. I was never sure if this was because Marko would cheat and use the bowl after her cleaning, or if Selia purposefully left a little mess. Around the other girls, Selia always blamed him, but I have my doubts.

"It escalated too. What started as small squirts of piss soon became full bowls of urine. Someone was certainly cheating."

"And she liked this?" Euna asks.

"I lived with her in her quarters," you say. "I can tell you she did. Once after her duties, I caught her kneeling upon her bed, feverishly rubbing herself while pressing her piss-wet skirt to her nose.

"Of course, everyone knew what was going on, including to Marko's eldest daughter, a lovely young lady named Natasha. Unfortunately, she'd developed her father's same cruel streak toward servants, and when she saw the game going on between her father and Selia, she joined too.

"Natasha and Marko played off of each other in humiliating Selia. Though Natasha was always the one to push it further.

"It was she who first made Selia eat waste instead of merely licking away remnants. Natasha had Selia kneel down and eat an entire log out of the chamberpot like a dog.

"Marco, of course, loved the idea, and so human waste became a large part of Selia's diet, and yet it seemed every day after this treatment, with her stomach full of shit, or her skin defiled, she needed to retreat to her quarter afterward to relieve her lust.

"It was her who first made Selia get on all fours and lap away the urine like a kitten. Marko followed suit. Drinking both of their messes became a habit for her.

"Then Natasha took it to the next step."

"What else could there be?" Euna asks.

"She decided there was no reason she should have to tolerate a messy chamberpot in her room at all. So she had it removed. Selia would be her chamberpot now."She decided not to bother using the piss pot at all for her water.

From that day on, when Natasha needed to relieve herself, she would call Selia in and have her lie down next to Natasha's bed. Natasha would hike up her dress and sit upon Selia's mouth. Her waste would slide directly down Selia's throat and into her chamberpot stomach.She wouldn't limit her stream at all, and Selia would struggle to swallow as much as she could. What she couldn't would run down her face and soak her hair. Natasha would make her lap up any urine left upon the floor.

"I left shortly afterward, so I don't know how else it evolved. I'm sure Marko started doing the same though. He and his daughter were of like minds when it came to degrading servants."

"At least it couldn't get any worse," Euna says.

"It certainly could."

"How? I can't think of anything. Tell me."

"Well—"

"No. Actually, perhaps you shouldn't."

"I agree. I think it's better if you think of them on your own."

"Perhaps I will," she says. "You've certainly polluted my mind enough already."

"I hope to hear what you think up."

"You're hilarious," she says dryly. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't. I'm not as sick and perverted as you are."

"That's true."

"There was a large, wet, brown smear along the bottom of the pan. Marko didn't let Selia leave until she had licked away every last trace, no matter how much she gagged.

"Marko had stepped up his humiliation of her, and so she stepped up her prank. That very day, the chefs were making a meatloaf. Selia stormed into the kitchen. She climbed onto the kitchen table and squatted over the mixing bowl, no simple task wearing those heeled shoes, but it was a hell of a sight, and I don't need to tell you what she left coiled on top of the meat.

"She glared down at the chef. 'Mix it in,' she ordered. The chef could see what a dark mood Selia was in and knew not to disobey.

"She mixed and cooked the meatloaf. There was a particular smell to it, but it was masked by the meat and spice. They served it to the Lord. His reaction was curious. It seemed at first he would send it back, but after a few tentative bites, he decided he liked it."

"No," Euna says.

"Yes," you reply.

"He must have tasted the waste."

"He certainly tasted something. I'm sure if he knew it was shit, he would have spit it out and lashed the chef to death, but he didn't. All he knew is that it tasted different, and he liked it. So did his daughters."

"Am I to assume it became a regular ingredient?"

"You assume correctly. More and more foods included Selia's waste: meatloaf, cookies, dark breads, porridges... All sorts of food. Every day she'd climb up on to the kitchen table and add her own contribution to whatever the chef was making. Afterward, she'd tower over the chef until that meek little woman had mixed in the waste."

"She decided to play tit-for-tat. On the day Marko had forced her to drink her urine, she had stormed down to the kitchens, where the chefs were preparing soup for the upstairs. She climbed onto the counter, hiked up her dress, pulled her knickers to one side, and pissed right into the pot.

"The chef cried out. Selia ordered her to be silent. 'You will served this soup to the Lord,' she snapped. The chef was a meek little woman. And so she complied.

"We all figured Marko and his daughters wouldn't notice. After all, it was only a little urine in a big pot. Perhaps they might say it was a little salty. That's it.

"What we didn't expect was for Marko to send down his compliments, telling the chef to record the recipe as a success. He rarely did that.

"Another day came. Marko was hard on Selia, and so once again she stormed down and pissed in the cooking pot. This time, she emptied her full bladder. Once again, compliments to the chef.

"It continued on. It reached a point where Selia no longer need provoking. She pissed in the lord's food every day. And since Marko abused all his staff, no one ever intervened. He and his daughters ate it all."

"And Lord Marko never complained." you add. "It even reached a point he would complain about dishes that didn't include Selia's secret ingredient. The chef needed Selia now. She'd bring the bowl to Selia and ask for her contribution. Selia would have the chef to place the bowl on the ground, and then she'd squat down and add her ingredient.

"Then came the day when we found out the chef was eating the food herself. Some scullery maids had walked in on her gorging on leftover cookies.savoring some left over broth. She admitted that she'd grown curious about what Lord Marko found in it, so she tried some. She'd loved it, and from that day on, she saved the leftovers for herself.

"The chef could have died from embarrassment, but it caused a wave of curiosity. Many of the downstairs staff tried the cookiessoup. Many couldn't tolerate the taste, simply because they knew what was in it, but others were like the chef. They liked the change.

"And so word spread. Selia would make the chef cook up her own wasteurine, then she'd sell it to those who interested. She became well known in the town's seedier communities."

"Did the chef make any money?" Euna asks.

"No. Just getting to keep some of the food for herself was enough. She'd grown more and more hooked on Selia's special ingredient. She diluted it less and less for her own food until she was eating Selia's waste raw with only a touch of garnish, or sipping Selia's urine like fine champaigne."

"Surely there's no way it tasted good," Euna says.

"At that point, I think it was more sexual for them. I lived in Selia's quarters, and frequently walked in on those two. The chef would be kneeling with her face buried between Selia's buttocks. She grew to worship Selia's asshole, and Selia enjoyed dominating the young woman.with her mouth upturned. Selia would be relieving herself, and the chef would drink every drop. I left years later, but I like to think they're still together, selling their special food to those with special tastes."

"What of Lord Marko? Did they keep serving him the food?"

"Of course, but Selia could only produce so much of her ingredient, and they were busy selling that. So they agreed that the chef would start relieving herself in the lord's food instead. I remember her once saying to the chef, 'he can still have my waste, but only after you've enjoyed it first.'"water, but only after you drink it first.'"

Euna snorts. "I suppose that's one way to look at it. I still can't fathom how such food could even be palatable."

"Neither could anyone else, not until they tried it. You might change your mind."

"Perhaps one day I'll get to meet her. I'd be curious to find out."

"I can get you special ingredients much sooner than that if you'd like..."

"I think I'll save myself for the chef's work," she says dryly. "I doubt just anyone can make such a sordid ingredient work."

She gives you a withering smirk. "Don't even hint."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"One day, an alchemist traveled through town. Many people came to marvel at his stock and see his strange performances, but only the very rich could afford his merchandise.

"The staff at the manor visited him in groups, though like all, we couldn't afford anything. Myself, Selia, and several maids were perusing one day when Selia noticed an alchemical vial called 'Drops of Lust.'"

"A love potion?" Euna asks.

"No. Despite what everyone believes, love potions are just tonics. They're cheap, temporary tricks. You may bewitch the girl you fancy, but a week later, she'll come to her senses, and then you're in trouble."

"I suppose you know from experience. Don't you?"

"I've never used one myself. But the Prowling Lilins sold plenty. They're cheap, and since everyone thinks they're permanent, customers will pay through the nose. By the time they find out, we've moved on."

"Explain to me again how the Prowling Lilins aren't a pack of thieves."

You chuckle. "Anyway, this was not a cheap tonic. Drops of Lust were true alchemy. Permanent, yet subtle. You consume a drop of this, and then consummate with another. When you accept their seed into you, or you shoot your seed into them, the Drop will cause both of you to crave each other more, but just a little, and permanently. Over time, you won't be able to resist each other."

"So it's just a better love potion," Euna says, "and for lust?"

"Not really. This alchemy is a two way road. Both are affected, except that it has no effect on someone if they didn't want to have sex in the first place. The most common customers for this are couples looking to reinvigorate their love life.

"Selia saw the possibilities. Marko was raping her almost every day. He wanted her. She didn't. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford it.

"Since the other maids knew what Marko was doing to her, they all decided to pitch in, though it was still far too little. Selia haggled with the alchemist, and they settled on a price. She would not only pay what she could, but she would stay with him for the remaining three days he was in town, and she would pay off her debt however he wanted.

"Everyone at the manor covered for her while she was away. For the first two nights, the alchemist fucked her in every conceivable way. On the third, he decided to make money off her by whoring her to whoever he could. By the time she came staggering back on the fourth morning, she was a cum-soaked mess, but she had the Drops of Lust.

"Of course, Marko had noticed she was missing. He was furious. She'd barely finished cleaning up when he called her to his room. She drank a single drop, and answered his summons.

"He kept her for hours. After stripping her naked, he spread her legs and spanked her ass and pussy with a paddle. With clips, he dangled weights from her nipples. Then he sodomized her with a sporting bat. Finally, he jammed his cock down her throat and came. She nearly passed out from air loss, but he did release his seed inside of her. The Drop worked.

"For months he raped and abused her. She tolerated it every time, but we could see the Drops take their hold. Before, he would come for her only in his dark moods. But soon, he would prowl the manor looking for her. It was becoming an obsession.

"Then came the day she resigned. We all overheard.

"'You have no where to go,' he'd yelled. 'I know this.'

"'It matters not,' she replied. 'Living on the streets would be better than working here.'

"'You can't. You work for me. I... I forbid you from leaving.'

"'You cannot forbid me anything. I am not your slave, and I work for you no longer.'

"Selia had always been a proud woman, even as he molested her, but still, this was a side of her he'd never seen. 'If you leave,' he threatened, 'I will see to it that you never get another job in your life. You will be destitute... a whore... less than a whore... a piece of street filth no one should dare touch.'

"'Then that's what I shall be. Street filth. Street filth that lives far from here where you will never see me again.'

"He was a cornered animal, desperate and addicted. And he lashed out, as she knew he would. First, he tried to strike her, but as much as he was a mountain of anger, he was an aging and complacent man. She, on the other hand, had the strength of hard laborer. She caught his hand easily. It angered him all the more, and grabbed her and dragged her toward the stairs, intent on taking her to his bedroom, tying her down, and beating obedience into her.

"But she resisted. Easily. He fell onto his back, and she was upon him, straddling his ample stomach. Her face was within an inch of his.

"'Get off of me, woman,' he growled.

"'I am not your woman. You have forced me for the last time. So this,' she took his hand and pressed it to her breast, 'and this,' she guided his other hand between her legs to feel her wet lips, 'you will never see again.'

"I could see from where I hid that he was already hard. His next words came out as a grumble. 'I will double your pay.'

"'No.'

"'I will... treat you better.'

"'You will not force me ever again, because I am leaving.'

"'I won't force you again. I swear it. Stay.'

"She pondered this, as though it were not her plan all along. 'If I stay, it will not be as your servant, but as your resident.'

"'What?'

"'I will manage the household staff as I have, but I will do so as a Lady, not a housemaid.'

"'Never!'

"'I will eat at your table. I will sleep in a bedchamber, not in the servant quarters. I will delegate the household work as I see fit, and I will manage the staff pay.'

"'You ask too much!'

"'I am not asking. You will do these things if you ever wish these pleasures of me again.' She squeezed his hand over her breast. Her other hand toyed with his cock through his breeches. 'Or shall I leave forever?'

"His response was long coming. 'Then I will take you as I please.'

"'You may take me as roughly as you wish, but on my terms. You will never force me again.'

"'Fine. Then have it, My Lady.'

"She freed his hard cock from his breeches and shifted to sink upon it, for she had no knickers. As she rode him wildly, he tore open her traveling dress and abused her exposed breasts. He twisted her nipples fiercely.

"Overcome, he pulled her over until he was on top and hammered into her. He slapped her face and pulled her hair. She took it and screamed in pleasure, for she had won. Right there, at the base of the atrium stairs where all the staff could see and hear, another Drop took affect."

"So she became the Lady of the house?" Euna asks.

"She did. And let me tell you, she was a much better master than he ever was, particularly since she wouldn't let he treat the servants poorly anymore. Though since he continued to grow more and more addicted to her honey, he lost all interest in anyone else anyway."

"Good for her. Though I'm amazed she could stand to be near him, much less let him keep using her like that. I pray that he grew less rough with her in time."

"I don't know about that. Her screams could still be heard throughout the manor. Ropes, whips, and canes were common sights in her bedchamber. And while she dined at supper and tea like a proper lady, I distinctly recall her naked or scantily clad several times. Marko's idea of course. That certainly made his daughters squirm."

Euna frowns. "And yet she was the dominant one?"

"Yes. It all happened only with her permission."

"How does that work in a relationship?"

"Well, that wasn't a healthy relationship. Selia didn't enjoy the sex. It was her way of controlling him, but there are those who do enjoy being punished or humiliated, even if they're the ones in charge. They tell their partners what they want."

"Fascinating. Do you think Selia ever came to enjoy it, or maybe love him?"

"I doubt it, but maybe. If not, she at least enjoyed the benefits. A year later she forced him into marrying her. She bore him a few children, and when he died years afterward, she inherited everything."

"Everything?"

"Even his title."

"What about his daughters?"

"I don't know. I left long before Marko died. I think she was a fair mother to his youngest, Masha. I doubt that's so with his eldest, Natasha. They hated each other. Natasha probably saw Selia as a wicked stepmother who beguiled her father and stole her birthright. To us common folk, Selia was a folk hero."

"I'm glad that story had a happy ending," Euna says. "Though I hope she treated Masha well. The child was innocent."

"I'm sure she did," you say. "She was a kindhearted person. After all, she took me in."

"She did. Thank you for sharing about her."

"You're quite welcome, Your Highness."

"For a long time, none of the other staff even knew Lord Marko was doing this to Selia. She never told anyone. They thought it was just yelling, since that was all they heard echoing through the manor.

"It wasn't until a day months later when a chambermaid was passing by Marko's bedroom and saw the door cracked open. She peeked in.

"There was Selia, upon her knees, bent over with her face pressed upon the floor. Lord Marko was viciously whipping her with a cane. Welts scored her ass. Blood dripped down her thighs. Tears streamed down Selia's face, yet she moaned lustfully.

"Lord Marko cast his cane aside. Disrobing, he knelt and forced his cock into Selia's dripping cunt. She screamed and writhed. This only incited Marko. Pulling out, he pushed into her ass and sodomized her.

"After he came, he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head around to shove his cock down her throat. She hungrily swallowed it down.

"The chambermaid left hurriedly, and of course after that, the rumors spread. No one spoke to Selia about this affair, but everyone saw the signs now. Especially me. Since I lived on a mattress in the corner of her quarters, I would frequently catch her coming back late at night, sniffling and wiping her eyes. She'd strip out of her disheveled clothes and stand before her mirror. Welts and cuts covered her body. Bruises marred her wrists, and sometimes her neck. Yet she'd stand there and trace each cut and bruise with her fingers. It was as though she treasured each blemish. Her breath would grow heavy. Her body would quiver. Inevitably, she'd drop to her knees and feverishly rub her cunt until shuddering in a powerful orgasm.

"It went this way for months. Soon, Marko stopped caring about the other staff finding out. One day after he tore open her corset, he forbid her from changing or lacing it back up, so she went about her duties that day with her tits bared to all. Everyone saw the welt and bruises. She even had bite marks around her nipples.

"That was when Marko's eldest daughter, Lady Natasha, took an interest in Selia. She was an even more cruel person than her father, and more creative. The day came when she called Selia into her room over some grievance. It was hours later when Selia finally returned to her quarters, sobbing and bleeding. Her face glistened of Natasha's honey. She practically threw herself onto her bed and started stabbing her fingers into her sex. Within seconds, her back was arching. Her toes were curling.

"From then on, Selia had two cruel masters. Some days, she might leave Marko's bedroom after hours of punishment, only to have Natasha catch her in the hall and drag Selia to her room. And Natasha was much more open about abusing Selia. She'd whip her with the bedroom door wide open, or she'd sit fully upon Selia's face while taking her tea in the parlor.

"The most memorable torment Natasha did was when she called Selia into the Solar where she and her father were having afternoon refreshments. They'd been conversing about the proper way to punish a rebellious servant like Selia.

"Natasha ordered Selia to strip naked before them while they ate their biscuits. Then after Natasha made her lay upon a sofa, she rose, reached under her dress, and removed her panties. She climbed onto the couch and sat upon Selia's face.

"'You see father,' she said. 'When you punish them, you must be creative and vary your punishment, or else they'll get complacent.' She produced a sewing cushion filled with pins. One by one, she pushed pins into Selia's breasts. Selia yelped as she licked Natasha's pussy. 'Now she cannot grow used to my discipline, because she won't know what to expect.'

"'She's getting blood on the fabric,' Marko said.

"'Is she? So she is. That will be another mess of hers she must clean. And another punishment she deserved.' She stuck a pin directly into Selia's nipple and pressed it deep into her breast flesh.

"Marko grew quite aroused watching Natasha torment poor Selia. He rubbed himself through his breeches.

"'Oh father,' Natasha said, 'We mustn't concern ourselves with modesty when disciplining others. She's already forced us to punishing her. If we hold ourselves back by concerning ourselves with decency, she'll never learn.'

"'You're quite right, my dear.' Marko pulled cock from his breeches and climbed onto the couch. He forced his cock into Selia's ass while Natasha continued skewering Selia. He paused at one point to try a pin himself. He pressed it into the folds of Selia's labia. Her scream was bloodcurdling.

"'Very good, father. Now you're getting it.'

"They tormented her for the rest of lunch. Afterward, they ordered her back to work, but they did not let her redress. She carried out her chores naked, with dozens of pins in her breasts and half a dozen lining her slit. Blood was dried against her belly and thighs."

"And you're sure she enjoyed this?" Euna asks. "I don't see how."

"Some people enjoy being controlled and humiliated."

"I understand that, but the pain."

"Pain can be releasing. It can cause a rush of incomparable pleasure. And some people just enjoy punishment."

"Hmm," she says. "I suppose. What became of Selia?"

"She got fired?"

"Fired? They got rid of her?"

"Oh no. They just decided she was too ornery and rebellious to be the head housemaid. So they fired her and took her on as their live-in chambermaid, at least until they could teach her proper respect."

"Oh, I see..."

"Yes. Marko and Natasha enjoyed their little team up so much, that they decided to work together in disciplining her. Marko had a door installed, connecting his wardrobe to his daughters bed chamber. They cleared the adjoining room and converted it into Selia's new quarters. It was spartan, and contained little of her possessions, but many of the Lord and Lady's tools for punishing her. Any time, day or night, Marko or Natasha could come in there and educate her. Whatever time she had when they weren't using her, she tended to their bedrooms. People only saw her when she came out for food or to collect fresh bed linens. She may have welts or bruises, but she was always content."

Euna sighs. "I guess if she's happy, that's all that matters."

"Exactly," you reply.

"And this is the woman who raised you?"

"She looked after me for years, yes. By the time they moved her to her live-in closet, I was taking care of myself. I wasn't there much longer though. I like to imagine she's still living in that closet, admiring her welts in privacy and diddling herself to powerful climaxes."

Euna grins. "Who wouldn't wish that for the woman he raised them?"

"I can't imagine."

She lowers her feet from your lap.She sets her food aside. "Congratulations by the way."

"For what?"

"I asked you to tell me about your childhood, about the woman who raised you, and you still managed to turn it into a story of debauchery."

"That's my life,"

"So it seems. Shall we head to bed?"

"They involved their own children in their perverse games?" Euna asks, shocked.

"From a young age. When they first came to us, we thought they were the most well-mannered family we'd ever met. Helda and Vecta were these furtive little angels who smiled from behind their parents. They were in their early teens at the time. The parents told us how they'd been driven out of their home town after the villagers accused them of perversity and sodomy, so they wanted to join with us, where they'd be welcome. The caravan asked them what they could do, and without another word, the father turned to his two daughters and ordered them to strip and put on a show."

"And they did, I take it?"

"They didn't even hesitate. The girls got naked and coiled about each other with their mouths to each other's snatches. The father came up and started sodomizing one of the girls while they were at it. They didn't even flinch. The mother took a paddle and started thrashing the bottom of the other. The girls loved the attention. They moaned and came. It was definitely an act the caravan wanted. So that was it. For many years that couple made a show out of disciplining their two daughters before audiences, or violating them in some way. At night, they kept their daughters in cages."

"It didn't strike anyone as wrong that the couple used their children in this way?"

"I think the caravan would have been uncomfortable with it if the girls seemed like they were forced, but they helped put together their own acts."

"But that's only because they were forced into it from a young age. They didn't know any better."

"Maybe so," you say.

"Do you think it was all right?"

"I wasn't there for this. The parents left before I showed up. Their daughters stayed behind and changed their act to a two person show."

"But would you have been okay with it?"

"It certainly is frowned on by our kingdom, isn't it? Helda and Vecta grew up to spend their lives torturing each other. Not exactly a healthy obsession, but I know neither of them regret their upbringing. They always spoke fondly of their parents. And both of them were happy. Who am I to judge. In my time, I've seen and done worse."

"Hmm." Euna frowns. "I don't know. It seems wrong to me, but then who am I to judge as well. I thought short skirts were wrong only a while ago." Bewildered, she shakes her head. "Still, it is perverted."

"Orcs? The caravan traded with orcs?"

"Trade is a strong word. We negotiated when times are tough."

"Orcs are the bane of our kingdom. They're savage beasts who ransack border villages. Why would you ever think to trade with them."

"Negotiate, and yes. I know Ruthgar takes a dim view on them. We weren't in Ruthgar at the time. And you're bound to run into them at some point or another. If you're not negotiating with them, then they're raiding you. It's really a matter of survival."

"And you bought slaves from them?"

"We did. We were in the southern mountain pass when the orcs came. Helda and Vecta were two of many chained by the neck, forced to keep up with the orc's wargs or be dragged. After we negotiated a rough truce with the orcs, they stayed near to our camp that night. Normally, one doesn't pry into what the orcs do on their own. Do so, and you're liable to get your head smashed in, but we always kept an eye on them.

"Anyway," you say. "After the sun came down, the orcs started their usual camp pyre, burning far more wood than necessary as usual. Then they started an unusual activity which we later found out was a daily routine. They formed a large circle as though to watch a performance, then they brought out four slaves: Helda, Vecta, and two poor women who seemed straight from a village raid. The poor women cowered together as the orc yelled and cheered about them. Helda and Vecta behaved quite differently. They started kissing and fondling each other. Helda even got down on all fours and thrust her rump towards the orcs. Vecta fingered her asshole, loosening it and causing her sister to moan. Then the orcs tossed a long spear into the ring. The other slave girl shied away from it, but Vecta picked it up and took it back to her sister. She shoved the blunt end into Helda's ass. It bottomed out after eight inches, but Vecta didn't stop. She kept jamming it harder and harder, causing her sister to scream in pain. Her body jolted with each thrust. It was a foot and a half in, and blood poured from her asshole, but Helda merely reached back and started thrusting it herself, even as she cried."

"Why?"

"To drive up the orcs' lust. And it worked. Several broke from the ring and grabbed Helda. Holding her between two orcs, they penetrated both her cunt and her bleeding asshole. She screamed in pain, but held the orcs to her as though precious lovers. Meanwhile, Vecta took the bloody spear. She licked the shaft up and down of her sister's blood and waste, then placed the handle end against her snatch and fed it into herself. A foot disappeared into her. And she sawed it in and out, grimacing from the pain."

"Was this also for the orcs?"

"Yes. But when they broke to come take her, their chieftain yelled something out. The orcs seemed to like the idea too. They grabbed the other slave girl, who kicked and screamed, and they held her down before the other end of the spear."

"The sharp end?"

"Yes. And after they put the tip in her pussy, they yelled something to Vecta. She started shoving her body down on her end of the spear. It caused it to punch her insides, but obviously it was much worse for the other girl. She shrieked and scream and fought, but the orcs held her down. Meanwhile, Vecta continued to pull away a little, just to ram herself back down on the spear. It pushed a little further into both of them. After about eight inches of the spearhead disappeared into the girl, blood started dribbling out. Every pounded inch only made the bleeding worse. She wasn't the only one affected though. Vecta grimaced and moaned with each pounding. Blood came out each time she pulled away, but she always thrust back down."

"Wasn't this killing them?"

"It was killing the girl. She had the sharp end. A foot disappeared into her, then two feet, then more. Her screams turned to gurgles. Eventually her head tilted back and the spear tip protruded from her mouth. Vecta had managed to press their two sexes together."

"Why would Vecta kill the girl like that?"

"It was survival. Of the three, one of them would be cooked and eaten by the orcs that night. That girl was now already spitted. She went straight over the fire while the orcs spent the rest of the night enjoying Helda and Vecta's bleeding holes. Every single night the girl's had to entice the orcs into sparing them from the pyre. The only way was to encourage the orcs to take pleasure in their bodies instead, and orcs love to watch a girl suffer."

"That's horrible!"

"It was. And that night had been particularly bad. We think the orcs were trying to show off to the caravan. Either way, both Helda and Vecta were in bad shape come morning. While both of the girls' holes were well accustom to gang rape by that point, that spear had ruptured Helda's intestines, and punched straight through to Vecta's uterus and torn a hole in it. The girl's were feverish. Everyone could see they would die soon. The orcs were clearly upset that they were going to lose two of their tribe's favorite toys, but they decided the two would go on the pyre the following night. Waste not, want not, I suppose."

"How did they live?"

"The caravan had seen their act. What those girls had was not pain tolerance, more like pain enthusiasm. It seemed like a waste to let those two die, so the caravan master negotiated with the orcs. Two horses for the girls. Since the orcs couldn't heal the girls, it was a good trade for them. More meat. Our caravan healers, on the other hand, were quite capable of patching them up. The rest is history."

"Did the caravan force them to put on shows?"

"Nope. We just suggested it. The girls chose all on their own."

"They must have been so broken. Could you imagine having to hurt yourself and condemn others every night just to survive?"

"It certainly changed them. They rarely talked about their life with the orcs."

"Orcs are such horrible creatures."

"Maybe. But the girls didn't seem to hold it against the species. Anytime orcs, or half-breeds, or any other savage species came by the caravan, those girls loved to get a ride on their cocks."

"They slept with savage species by choice?"

"It's not uncommon."

"That's... wrong! Why would a human ever subject themselves to that."

"Love knows no bounds."

"I hardly think what Helda and Vecta felt was love."

"Oh, I see," Euna says. "Perhaps this means I'm starting to reach your level in perversity."

"I don't know about that," you reply.

"No? I was expecting much more debauchery about the Warped Ones, but it seems my imagination has surpassed them."

"Then maybe it's time you start forging new ground."

"Are you suggesting I deform my body as the Warped Ones do?"

"With your dirty imagination, it sounds like you could outshine them."

"Hmm." She eats some food, chews, shrugs. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I start thinking about I'll do with this canvas?" She gestures to herself. "It'll have to be truly depraved to stand out."

You eye her. "I think you're joking, but I'm not actually quite sure. Are you being serious?"

She eats some food, chews, and shrugs.

"That's quite an amazing tale," Euna says. Throughout the story, she's been idly caressing between her legs. "Is it common for someone to fixate on their bottoms like she did?"

"Like her? No. She was something special."

"I don't suppose it's a coincidence that you're telling me this story after your little attempt to fit your fist up my bottom, is it?"

"It might be related."

"And now that I've heard tales of a true anal queen, I will endeavor to outperform her. Is that your plan?"

"If it is, is it working?"

"It has certainly put ideas in my head," she admits. "Come. Let us retire for the night."

You can't think of any more grand stories to tell her, at least none that she's ready to hear, so you share with her several small anecdotes about your past. Many of them are raunchy, and all of them delight her to no end.

"Better? I'm not sure. It's certainly—I think—more honest."

"Honest?"

"Both religions preach charity and humility, right?"

"Right."

"But look at this." Euna rifles through your pack and brings out two items. One is the wooden Simori holy pendant the sister gave you along with the book. The other is the silver Hand of Nim you acquired at the pirate bay. "Look at these two and tell me which religion truly believes in selfless humility?"

"But look at this." Euna rifles through your pack and brings out the wooden Simori holy pendant the sister gave you along with the book. "The symbol us Nimic sisters carry is a pure silver brooch representing the hand of Nimel. Which of the two religions truly practices selfless humility?"

"The silver does seem a little flashy," you admit.

"It's not just that," Euna says. "Nim preaches forgiveness, yet it condemns so many based on their lifestyle. The Simori also preach forgiveness, but they mean it. Half the stories in this book are about never judging others and giving second chances, even in the face of heinous acts of depravity. They don't condemn anyone."

"I don't know about that," Euna says, "but if I ever were to return to religion, I would certainly consider it. The ways of the Simurgh are about helping people, not exerting influence and expanding their domain."

"So it wouldn't be in the spirit of Simori to make it the official religion of Ruthgar?"

"No. That would be forcing it on people, but if I were to openly worship the Simurgh as the tsaritsa of Ruthgar, that might sway the masses. However, the Nimic church would bear its fangs if I did that."

"I'll finish later." Euna puts the book away. "I was only reading until you got up. I left a quick breakfast for you. I am going to the river to prepare for the day. Take your time."

You awaken to the gentle stir of turning pages. Sitting up, you find Euna seated cross-legged beside you. She's nude, and in her lap is the Simori holy book. It seems she's nearly read all of it.

"Oh, good morning," she says. "I found this in the pack. Did one of the sisters give it to you?"

"She insisted," you reply.

"She would have." Euna flips a page. "It seems it is their custom to give their books to anyone who shows even the slightest interest. It's their way of converting."

"Does it say anything good?"

"It's actually quite remarkable. Look at this." She pinches three pages at the beginning of the book. "These are their commandments. The rest of this book are just stories. After being raised in a religion built upon centuries of gospel dictating exactly how to live—pray twice a day, never eat this, no sex before marriage—it's strange to find a religion so... simple. And their ideas are so alien to Nim's ways."

"How so?"

"The Simori do not speak of a divine paradise after death. In fact, their teachings are very clear that you won't be rewarded for being good, in life or death. But they believe that through enough unrelenting selflessness, we can create a divine paradise here in our world."

"The gospel doesn't mention sex or marriage," Euna says.

"It has nothing? That's unlike any religion I know of."

"Not in the gospel, but the stories that follow do." Euna leafs through the book. "Sex comes up quite a bit actually. Judging from these parables, it's safe to say that they certainly don't condemn sex. Some of these are quite saucy."

"Ohh let's see," Euna flips through. "There's Inna the Humble. Ooh! And there's Kseniya the Charitable. Men certainly had their way with her. And I haven't even finished the book yet."

"Well go on," you say. "Let's hear them."

"Oh, you will," she says. "But not right now. Maybe for once I'll be the one with a sultry dinnertime story. Right now I just wanted to share how extraordinary this religion is."

"Not at all," Euna replies. "They're not naive. They accept that most people will take advantage of their generosity, but that does not mean that the Simori will blindly allow others to exploit them. Take the Simori temple here. They help the people of Cockaigne, even though they hardly deserve it, but after the city folk ransacked their temple, they no longer allow anyone to enter without good cause."

"...but they still help the city."

"Yes. They don't judge who deserves help, but they help only on their own terms."

"I thought so." Euna heads off toward the river. "I won't be long."

You eat. Euna is sitting rather awkwardly as she drinks her tea with you. Instead of sitting on the stone she ordinarily uses as a chair, she's straddling it with her knees on the ground. She seems to have her privates pressed directly against the stone, but her skirt is covering the view.

A sly smile appears on her face as she notices you staring. She flips up the front of her skirt.

A daywither mushroom as thick as your arm is buried in her pussy. She's pressing her groin to the rock to keep it lodged inside her.

"I've had it in all morning," she says. "It was uncomfortable at first, but I think I'm used to it now."

"Are you... stretching yourself?" you say, mock aghast. "Planning to be one of those girls in those stories of mine?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to be filled this morning. But there's more." She rolls away onto her side, fully exposing her crotch to you. Buried in her ass is another daywither equal in size. Both holes clutch their respective phalluses, leaving her groin rather deformed.

"Both holes?"

"And they feel amazing," she says. "I wish I could keep them in all day, but they're impossible to walk with. But..." She pulls them out, on after another. "I think I can take a fist in my ass now."

"I need to see proof?"

"That will be fun tonight."

As usual, Euna is already bustling about when you awake. In the morning, Euna is up before you and cleaning out the fire pit. You awake to find Euna by the fire making minor repairs to her clothing. Come morning, Euna is bustling about fixing junk procured from Lanx and Fira. When you come over, she leans toward you for a kiss. You oblige.She acknowledges you with a nod.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning."

She motions to food sitting by the fire. "Enjoy your breakfast. I'll return shortly."

"Good morning," she says. "Now that you're up, I'm off to bathe. Your breakfast is by the fire pit."

"Sleep well?" she asks.

"Well enough."

She motions to food sitting by the fire. "Your breakfast is there. I'm off to bathe."

"Good morning, Your Highness," you say.

"Your breakfast is there." she nods toward a rock-plate with the remains of yesterday's dinner. As you eat, Euna makes simple chatter with you: pleasant morning, rough sleeping, likes and dislikes. Afterward, she rises.

She heads off, glancing over her shoulder at you. "I will return shortly. Don't you dare follow me. We'll seek more food once I return."

As she's heading off, she glances over her shoulder. "Behave yourself."

You awaken when something presses down upon your face. Euna smiling down at you, and she is entirely nude. Her crotchmuff is pressed against your mouth. By kneeling to either side of your head, she has locked you in place with her thighs.

"Good morning," she says in a sing-song voice. "You sleep so late, you know that? I've been up for nearly an hour. I rather got into a mood, and... well. It was time for you to wake up anyway."

She grinds against your lips. Her sex is damp. "Use your tongue," she says. You work your tongue and lips along her slit. She sighs contentedly. She props back on her arms and enjoys the attention. She grinds against your face, but mostly, she lets you do all the work.

"I've been thinking about the story you told me about my mother," she says, "about how she takes what she wants. I've decided to follow in my mother's footstep and become a true mistress who embraces her sexuality. I am a tsarivna after all."

She leans forward and caresses your hair. "This means that I will be taking on my proper roll in our relationship. After all, it is you who used to hide outside my bedroom for a chance to glimpse my beauty. It is you who are just a subject of my father's court—which may one day be my court. So it's time you showed proper obedience. But don't worry. It is my desire for you to continue broadening my horizons, so I will still follow your lead. Sexually, you are still the master and I am but your apprentice."

She leans forward and caresses your hair. "This means that I will be taking on my proper roll in our relationship. After all, it is you used to rifle through my clothes so that you might imitate me. It is you who served as a lustful little performer in my father's court—which may one day be my court. So it's time you showed proper obedience, but don't worry. I know that you are still my superior in one way: you are a more experienced harlot, so sexually, you will remain the mistress and I am but your apprentice."

Sitting up, Euna swivels around and sits her crotch back upon your mouth, except now she's facing down your body. "Luckily for you, it is also my desire to see you squirm with pleasure." With that, she tosses aside the sheets, bends over, and takes your hardening cock into her mouth.

Soon after, her thighs squeeze your head. Her muscles shudder, and she moans lustfully. At the height of her pleasure, she neglects your cock, but after coming down, she lifts herself off your mouth and focuses solely upon sucking you off while her drooling snatch is just inches above your face. Your climax follows soon, and she swallows every drop.

Sitting up, Euna swivels around and sits her crotch back upon your mouth, except now she's facing down your body. "Luckily for you, I plant to be a generous mistress." With that, she tosses aside the sheets, bends over, and buries her face in your snatch.

Her tongue works wonders, but soon her thighs squeeze your head. Her muscles shudder. And now it's all about her pleasure. She doesn't let you stop until your tongue causes her toes to curl and her chest to heave.

Afterward, she stands. One foot is on either side of your head, giving you an intimate view of her from beneath. Her eyes are on you. "Any questions?"

"No," you say.

"Good," she draws your attention to a dish of food left by the cooking area. "Eat your breakfast. We'll be off as soon as I return from my bath."

Stark naked, she strides off to the river.

"I had I feeling you wouldn't want me to." She trots over and sits down across from you, fanning out her petticoat first so her bare ass is against the stone seat. There's a look in her eye that tells you that she's up to something.

"Exactly how filthy will I have to be before you finally decide enough is enough?"

"Filthier than you are now," you say.

"Is that so?" Eyes narrowed, she raises the hem of her skirt, revealing her pussy. Much of the hair along her vulva is matted, and you can actually smell from where you sit. She plays with herself. Her snatch makes wet noises as her fingers dive in and out of her slit. Her body responds with twitches and light gasps.

All of a sudden, she cups her hand over her pussy and rubs herself with her palm. But then you notice water pouring from her fingertips. She's urinating, and she's massages the piss into her own pussy. Gasping now, she begins splashing urine onto her thighs. When her hand is not covering her pussy, urine arcs out onto the stone earth. She hikes her skirt up and spreads the urine further along her body, covering her belly and legs. She even holds her bare feet under her stream.

By the time she finishes, her entire front from the navel down is wet with urine. The erotic effect this has had on her is clear as she sensually rubs herself.

"Am I dirty enough now?"

"Not yet."

She bites her lip. "Hmm. No?"

Continuing to rub herself, she strains. Her abdomen flexes as she rocks herself back and forth upon the rock. Within moments, a fecal smell fills the air. She's defecating. Shit is smearing against her ass as she rocks back and forth. She lifts up, and more poo flows from her ass, filling the gap. Soon, she's sitting upon a small pile of feces, and her ass is a smeared mess.

She keeps playing with herself. "And now?"

You shake your head. "Not yet."

"Really? I see then." She reclines back, exposing her shit-smeared ass. Her hand, which had been toying with her pussy, snakes down into the mess. Soft shit still oozes from her ass hole. She lets some pile onto her hand, which she then rubs along her thighs, painting them brown.

Her clean hand unfastens her bodice. Ripping it off, she collects another handful of poop from the pile and smears it across her belly. Each time the shit runs thin, she collects another small handful. Soon, she moves on to her breasts. Each one she paints sensually, making sure to cover all of their surface, including lifting her breasts to paint the cleft beneath where her boob meets her ribcage.

Once she's done, her thighs, ass, and front are like a brown finger painting.

She regards you. "And now? Am I to walk about this land soiled as I am? Am I to sleep beside you like this? Or do I finally have your leave to clean myself."

"Not enough," you say.

She throws her hands up in exasperation. "Does your depravity know no bounds?" Looking down at herself, it almost looks as though she'll begin smearing herself once again with what remains of the pile under her ass, but she decides against it. "Well, I think I've finally had enough."

"Really?" you say. "Only now? Everything before this was okay?"

She shrugs suggestively. "Maybe. Maybe I just wanted to see how far you'd let me go." She breaths, and nearly gags. The smell has gotten rather potent. "I think I will go bathe now, regardless of what you say." She carefully unfastens her skirt with her clean hand and peels it away. Fully nude and smeered with shit, she stands.

"Maybe you'd like to wait until after breakfast," you say. "Enjoy your wallowing."

She bites her lip. "Even if I admit that's tempting, I really should get clean. We're wasting daylight."

With that, she strides off toward the river.

You've long finished your breakfast by the time she returns, fully nude, but utterly clean. "Are you ready?" she says as she dresses.

"Fun isn't quite the word I'd use," she says. "Pleasurable more like, and I'll look forward to it."

She sets aside her tea and gets up. Rivulets of blue run down her inner thigh.

"Be my guest," she says.

Setting aside your food, you sidle over. Her ass is still hanging open. Residual blue slime makes the rim slick. Your fingers easily fit inside, but she's not quite loose enough.

As you twist and push, Euna acts nonchalant, sipping her tea and relaxing. Your thrusts rock her body, and she can't help but wince and shudder in pleasure.

"Won't quite fit," you say.

"Are you giving up on me? Use force." She braces herself. You take hold of her hip and really lean into it. She grunts in pain. Her asshole caves inward, and gives in. Her sphincter now clutches your wrist.

She sips her tea. "Satisfied?"

You thrust your fist deeper inside, halfway up your arm. She stifles a moan. In and out you go. Once she's good and worked up, you withdraw. "Now I'm satisfied."

"I'm glad," she replies. Her asshole still gapes obscenely. She finishes her tea and gets up.

Come morning, Euna is up before you. When you come over, she gives you a quick kiss and hands over a dish of food for you.

Today, she does not go immediately to bathe, but rather sits with you.

"I was thinking," she says, "that today, maybe we should visit Lanx and Fira."

"Any reason why?"

"It would be nice to see them," she replies. "That and..."

"And what?"

A slight blush comes over her. "I was wondering if we could borrow their climbing set."

"What for?"

"I'd just like to have it. For tonight."

"It would be nice to see them," she replies. "That, and I'd like us to borrow their climbing set."

"What for?"

"You'll see. Trust me."

"Okay..."

She hurries to speak more. "It doesn't have to be today, but whenever we get around to it. Anyway, enjoy your breakfast. I'm off to bathe. Take your time."

With that, she departs.

You awaken from vague sex dreams only to discover your blankets tossed aside. Euna is kneeling beside you, bobbing her mouth up and down upon your morning erection. Without pausing, she beams at you. She's completely naked, on her knees, with her bare ass sticking in the air.

"Er, good morning," you say.

Euna switches from using her mouth to using her hands. "Good morning. I hope you don't mind that I woke you."

You awaken from vague sex dreams only to find that your blanket has been tossed aside. Euna is curled up between your legs, completely naked, and gently lapping at your snatch like a kitten.

"This is a pleasant surprise," you say.

Euna nuzzles her face against your slit. "Good morning. I hope I'm not bothering you."

"Not at all."

"I've been thinking about the story you told about my mother. She was the beloved jewel of Ruthgar, yet behind closed doors, she would be on her knees performing whatever degrading acts my father ordered of her... It gets me bothered just thinking about it."

"A good kind of bothered?"

She nods.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Ever since we got stranded here, you've taught me the carnal ways. You've been my mastermistress, and I your slave. It's a perversion of our roles, and... and I don't ever want it to stop! I love when you push my boundaries, and take control. It enflames me so. Have I taken leave of my senses?"

"No. It sounds like you're finally discovering what you want."

"And I want to take it further. Sexually, I mean. I want to follow in my mother's ways. Can you... I don't even know what I'm asking."

"Can I dominate you?"

"Yes."

"Can I treat you like a piece of property?"

"Yes!"

"Can I treat you as a sex-slave meant only for my pleasure? To order as I please? To use however I wish? To think nothing of your satisfaction and I use your body as a piece of meat to satisfy my urges?"To debase you until you're just as much of a wanton harlot like me? No, until you're worse. Until you're nothing more than my personal hopeless slut?

"Yessss."

"Then I will," you say. "From here on forth. You are my sexual property. Even if we should return home, and you take the throne, and I obey your rule as tsaritsa, you will still be mine in the bed."but I will always be your mistress in sex."

"I accept!"

"Then it's done."

"Then please tell me. What do you want to do with your property now?"

"I want it to finish what it started."

She refastens her lips about your tool and sucks renewed vigor. When you grow near, you guide her to sit down upon your cock. She's sopping wet. Euna bounces on you for less than a minute before you fill her with cum. Euna didn't come close to an orgasm for herself, but she's glowing with pleasure.

"Is there anything this sex-slave can do for you?" she asks. "Perhaps breakfast?"

"Yes. Breakfast."

She bounds off your cock and hurries to the firepit. Returning with a plate of food, she hands it over and kneels to clean your cock with her mouth while you eat.

After she finishes, she kneels back on her haunches. "Have I pleased you?"

"Very much so."

"Please me with your tongue."

Euna refocuses upon your slit, only now she bears down, alternating between tonguing your folds and teasing your clit. You fold your legs over her back and ride this experience until you're bucking. Just as you're becoming over-sensitive in your post-orgasmic bliss, she pulls away.

"Is there anything this sex-slave can do for you?" she asks. "Perhaps breakfast?"

"Yes. Breakfast."

She kisses your clit as though to thank it, then bounds off to fetch a plate of food from beside the firepit. She kneels beside you until you've finished. "Have I pleased you?"

"I am quite pleased, yes."

She beams. "Good. Then I'm off to bathe. Please take your time."

With that, she scampers off.

"And what would I do with that?" she asks, taking it.

"I thought you might like to shave."

"Shave what? My nest?"

"If you'd like."

"For what purpose? What reason would there be unless I intended to show it off? It would be a sin."

You shrug. "Hygiene?"

"I am fine without it, thank you." She hands it back.

In the morning, Euna is up and about making breakfast. When you approach, she sets down her cookware and turns to face you. She hooks the neck of her bodice and pulls it wide to make clear the rope still circling about her neck.

"You're still wearing the harness," you say. "It seems you are dedicated."

"Yes," immediately, she begins doffing her clothes. "Lord knows I wanted to take it off sooner, but I kept it on just so you would know that I wore it the entire night, just as I said I would." Standing, she drops her skirt and stands before you naked except for the rope harness crisscrossing her body. The pestle is still strapped in place. Her smooth vaginal lips are stretched taut about it. The handle pokes down out of her pubic bush. She holds her arms wide, and you undo the harness's knots. In short order, the rope is piling about her feet.

Wincing, Euna slides the pestle from her snatch. It pops free, and her lips are left gaping. A string of her trapped juices drips onto the ground.

She tenderly rubs her hands along her crotch as though massaging a cramp. "Dedicated I may be, I will not going to regularly stuff myself like a banquet fowl before bed. I'm going to be walking awkwardly all day."

"I'm still proud of you."

"As you should be, but I did it for myself. Maybe now that pestle won't be such a challenge." She hands you the pestle, blunt end first, leaving you to grab its wet end. "Enjoy your breakfast. I'm off to bathe."

When you awake, Euna is already moving about the camp. She's dressed in the same outfit as yesterday: a bodice and a skirt long enough to brush the leaves. Over that, she has a cloak draped about her shoulder, and beneath she wears a silk chemise with long, baggy sleeves.

You're dressed only in your tunic and breechestights, and you're already sweating. She must be sweltering, but she'd see any suggestion from you to dress lighter as a lecherous advance.

"Good morning," you say. You wash your face and neck at the river.

"it's about time you arose." She's collecting palm leaves and stacking them together onto a scaffold of branches in a rough tent shape.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to be here a while, we'll need shelter."

She stacks a few more fronds, and the structure collapses. She glares at the pile before trying again.

"You want some help?" you ask.

"No. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Have you even built a shelter before?" she asks hotly.

"Have you?"

"No, but I'm better suited for this. I've studied architecture."

"Architecture? It's a shelter, not a palace."

"Fine." She tosses the fronds down. "You do this." She walks away.

"Where are you going?"

"I have not had a chance to properly refresh myself since we've drifted ashore."

"You mean you're going to go bathe?"

She glares at you. "Yes, bathe. Do not get any ideas."

"I won't. I promise."

"Do as you will. I wouldn't bother. This wreck will never be waterproof. We'll just have to try again tonight. I'm going to go clean up and refresh."

She levels her gaze at you. "Very cute, knave."Do you think I would ever trust you near my laundry after what you did? I will clean my clothes myself. Upriver. Alone."

She narrows her eyes reprovingly. "...and your deviant ways resurface," but to your surprise, she rests her hands on your shoulders, leans in, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

Her eyes widen. "A kiss?" She seems astonished by your request, but to your surprise, she resets her hands on your shoulders, leans in, and plants a kiss upon your cheek."

"Satisfied?"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"I've misjudged you," she says. "There's actually a good persondecent woman underneath all that debauchery."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. I'm glad you're here with me. I would not have survived long without you."

"It's been an honor."

The two of you linger on the beach until the sun rises. Afterward, you cautiously return. Euna creeps along behind you, cowering close every time she hears a noise.

Ooze is on every surface: the ground, the trees, the rocks. Euna gingerly picks away slimy palm fronds from her demolished shelter. Her clothes are intact, yet soaked in slime.

You both spend a while washing them, though once they're clean, Euna opts to remain in her chemise for now instead of donning her wet clothes.

She makes no remark when you help her wash her clothes at the river. Once they're clean, Euna opts to remain her chemise for now instead of donning her wet clothes.

You proceed upriver. At the waterfall, you navigate along the mountainside to the bramble bushes. After helping her through, you both head up the steps.

She peers around the altar. "This place is amazing. It was designed as a hideout. Look at this." She points out a small wall of stones circling the fire pit. "It's to hide the firelight at night. And these rocks." She points out the boulders you first climbed to find this place. "Someone piled them like this. I bet it's so no one can look up here and see us."

"So you like the place?"

You and Euna have just relocated to the altar site. She drops her armload of supplies and looks around.

"This place is perfect. We have shelter from the rain. We can see boats. That creature won't come up here." She looks into the cave. "Of course, we'll be sleeping on hard earth. We'll have to find something better."

"Of course," you reply.

"Actually, this whole place needs work. No matter. We have time. Right now, I must clean up."

You point. "The river is that way."

"Thank you. And of course—"

"I will wait at the altar until you return."

"I will leave your belongings alone."

"Good Fool." She gathers her clothes.

"You saw that, did you?" Euna blushes. "I wondered if you had. I don't know what came over me. It just... You've told all these stories about people who find pleasure in such depraved wallowing, and... and I was curious what they saw in it. That's all." She looks at you. "It was just an experiment, a spur of the moment whim. I won't do it again..." She gives you a sideways glance, "...unless you liked what you saw."

"I thought it was an incredible performance."

"It doesn't really interest me."

Tonight, Euna is preoccupied as she readies for bed.

You join her as she fixes the bedding. "You seem lost in thought."

"I've been thinking about some of your stories. You've described how women will lay with beasts."

"Yes?"

"Is it always women?"

"Not always. But more often than not it is. That's the coupling people like to see."

"So this is a common practice then."

"In some places. Obviously not so in others."

"Why? Surely people don't actually have a physical attraction toward animals, do they?"

"They can," you say. "I knew a woman once who married her dog. But usually it's about carnal sex."

"Ah. So it's simple perversion." Euna says this as though she has it figured out.

"Just us sodomites and our ways..."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," she continues. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just trying to understand it. If people want to engage in wanton perversion, that's their business."

"Some might say you've engaged in some wanton perversion lately."

"Certainly. That's why I'm not one to judge."

"Or you're curious."

"I am not curious."

You shrug. "I'm not one to judge either."

"No. You're the one who gets judged. I think those brands on your rump are testament to that. I'm not surprised at all that you've seen sexual congress with animals."

The two of you prepare the bedding together.

"But what is it like?" she asks. "Surely it's filthier isn't it? Or do most people clean the animal's genitals before hand."

"Sometimes."

"Is it even enjoyable? What few times I've seen animals copulate, it seemed quick and perfunctory."

"These are a lot of questions for someone who's not curious."

She catches herself. "You're right. I don't know why I'm asking."

"I'm more than happy to answer."

"No. Let's drop it," she replies. "I don't want to know, because I'm absolutely not curious about sex with beasts."

Euna doesn't rise from the campfire when you do. She seems lost in thought.

"Anything troubling you?" you ask.

"I'm just reflecting upon the stories you've been telling me. You've told a few tales now about filthy sexual endeavors, like playing with bodily fluids or wallowing in filth..."

"I have," you admit.

"How could people derive pleasure from such behavior?"

"All sex is dirty. It's filled with so many fluids, sweat, saliva, semen, juices, and even urine and... others. For some people, that dirtiness is what makes it arousing. They revel in it. It becomes intoxicating. Most of all though, just like sex, it's taboo, and people love taboos. Knowing something is naughty makes it all the raunchier."

"Such as sodomy?"

"Sodomy is one such thrill, yes."

"Hmm," she dwells on this. "But it's... I mean it's unclean, and unhealthy."

"It's not for everyone. I've seen many people wrinkle their noses at our dirtier performances back in the Lilins, but more people indulge than you'd think."

She doesn't look convinced.

"Many people also engage in sodomy simply for the pleasure of it. For many women, they enjoy having their roses penetrated just as much as their flowers."

"Does it really feel good? I always figured it would hurt."

"It can if you're not used to it."

"But why bother in the first place? It just seems so dirty. And raunchy."

"Exactly. It comes back to the taboo nature of it," you say. "Being filthy is something we avoid so much. It's wrong, we're told. Sodomy is filthy. So is all sex. If you can give in and enjoy the dirtiness of it all without shame, it can be so much better. So embrace it. Wallow in it."

"Very strange," she says. "Yet I suppose I... I can understand the appeal. Abstractly."

"Maybe you shouldn't judge it if you've never tried it."

Her eyebrows arches. "What are you suggesting?"

You laugh. "Nothing, Your Highness."

"Good."

After dinner, you and Euna clean the cooking supplies. She's preoccupied all the while.

"What's troubling you?" you ask.

"Thinking about things."

"Things?"

"Culture. Religion. Taboos. I always assumed everyone was against bedding their own blood, but it seems so much of the world missed the message that it's a sin."

"Sex with your family, you mean?"

"It comes up in your stories, and it seems all the people of Cockaigne consider it perfectly normal."

"Maybe it's you that missed the message that it's all right."

"It seems I have," Euna replies. "Is Nim the only religion that condemns it?"

"No. Many do, just as some religions condemn drinking. But there are many that don't. I've met some very forward thinking kingdoms where incest was not only acceptable, but encouraged. It fosters family unity."

"But incest produces abominations."

"They're not abominations, but they do have weak blood. Either way, it's easy to avoid quickening a woman's womb. And there is alchemy that can prevent such weak blood."

She shudders. "But just the very thought of lying with my sister feels wrong to me."

"But does it bother you to think of two other sisters lying together? They're not hurting anyone."

"No. It doesn't, actually." Her own answer seems to surprise her. "Odd, considering how long I've thought of it as taboo."

"It's better because it's taboo," you say.

"You're being silly."

"Imagine you're having sex with a man and a woman."

She regards you coolly.

You continue. "Now imagine that they're brother and sister. Tell me that doesn't make it a little more erotic for you. Knowing this three-way sex is just a little more naughty."

"You're are endlessly depraved," she says, "but maybe."

"I know your sister sought such couples out."

"I'm not surprised," Euna replies.

"And I bet that the thought of bedding with you would not feel wrong to her."

"I'm sure you'd love to see that," she says. "Me and Aileen together in one bed, both beckoning you to join us. How often have you touched yourself to that thought?"

"Too often to count," you reply.

After dinner, Euna sits with you before the fire. "So," she says. "How do you suck a cock then?"

"Excuse me?"

"I wouldn't have thought there wasn't much to it, but it seems like I'm wrong."

"It's a skill," you say, "something that takes practice."

"So I am doing it poorly, is what you're saying?"

"I can't believe my ears," you say. "A princess and a devote worshiper of Nim wants to be better at sucking cock."

She sits up. "Well if you're going to put it like that..."

"I'm only playing with you," you say.

"Hmm." She glowers.

"If you'd like, I can teach you a few tricks. I've sucked a few cocks in my time."

"Exactly how experienced are you?"

"Experienced enough that I know more than you. Do you want me to tell you?"

"If you'd like, I might help. I'm no expert in pole pleasuring myself, but I can show you what I've seen other girls do."

"What they've done to you?"

"It's how I know they were good at it. Do you want me to tell you?"

"I shouldn't learn a harlot's skill."

"Ignorance is a sin. You told me that."

She eyes you. "You're going to use that phrase against me for ages to come, aren't you?"

"Well?" You wait for her answer.

She considers it. "Very well. Teach me these sultry secrets. How do I suck a cock like a true harlot?" She sidles close. "What do I do?"

After getting out some thick-handled stirring spoons with which to practice, By the dying embers, There in the dark, you go over everything from how to include her hands, the sensitive parts of the shaft, how and when to give attention to the balls, recognizing signals from the man's body, tongue tricks, precum, smearing, to eye contact.

"Have you got all that?" you ask.

"I think so." She's idly playing with your manhood.By now, she's put away her practice spoon. "I didn't realize there was so much to it. The other girls at the convent made it sound so simple."

"Anyone can adequately pleasure a man," you say, "but to expertly do so, like a harlot, requires skill and practice. Isn't that what you wanted?"

With a sly grin, she pushes you onto your back. She licks your cock from its base, along the underside, to the the very tip beneath the crown, and finishes by engulfing it. Her tongue envelops the head. Her hand works what part of your shaft is outside her mouth. Occasionally, she nibbles the crown, or tongues along the ridge. She also pays attention to your sack, kissing and licking and squeezing with her lips. Euna is still experimenting, but when your cock starts twitching, she recognizes the signs and focuses solely on sucking your shaft, and she doesn't miss a beat when your seed fills her mouth.

Afterward, she sits up and opens her mouth, revealing that she's already swallowed your cum. "Better?"

"You're a quick study."

"I aim to excel at everything I do."

"I might have thought you were professional if I didn't know better."

She snuggles her head against your shoulder. "Are you likening me to a prostitute?"

"Only in the most positive light."

"Then I'll take it as a compliment."

"I'm simply indulging my own curiosity."

"I see," you say. "So this has nothing to do with your pride?"

"My pride?"

"I saw how miffed you were when that man did not fancy your mouth."

"As though I should care," she says. "I am a tsarivna. I shouldn't even be learning such base skills."

"And yet here you are."

"Only because I aim to excel at everything I set my mind to."

"And have you set your mind to being a prostitute?"

"Way my life has been heading," she says. "I might as well be prepared."

After dinner, you take the dinnerware down by the river to rinse it off while Euna tidies up the firepit. When you return, you find she's dawdling. In her hands, she holds a charred logs which she's examining curiously. It's a little thicker than your wrist, though bulbous knobs give it an uneven thickness down its length.

"What is it?" you ask.

Her gaze remains upon it. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"It's nothing. I was just..." She pauses. "In your stories, you've described women who could take large phalluses within themselves, even fists." She lines up her fist with the end of the log, then she cones her fingers together and compares that. "I suppose you've known women who could easily take something as thick as this timber, couldn't they?"

"They could, though most would carve and polish a log like that first."

"Of course." Next, she holds it along her belly pointed upward and its base at her crotch, as though imagining it inside of herself. "And they could probably take it a fair bit deeper than I could."

"Some of them, yes."

"I must admit," she says, "it's a fascinating idea, though I can't stop imagining that it must hurt. A log like this would tear me in half, I would think."

"You build up to it." You sit beside her. "And there is discomfort, but for some, that's part of the fun. They like feeling stretched."

"They must. If I could take a shaft such as this, I'd be as loose as a leather glove."

"Not at all," you say. "A newborns head is much wider than that timber. Women's flowers recover just from that."

"...Not always."

"There are exercises that help keep you tight."

"And what exercises are these?"

You grin. "Do you think you'll be needing them soon?"

The log is still held against her belly. "Maybe. Maybe not. I'd like to know them all the same."

She stops lining the log up with her belly, as though realize what she's doing. "No. I'm simply curious."

"Do you know the muscle you pull to stop yourself when you're urinating?" you ask.

"Oh," she says. "I know those exercises. The elder sisters would practice them at the convent to manage their incontinence. Flex for a time, relax, repeat. Those?"

"Those are the ones."

"Hmm." She holds the log before her and wraps her hand about its shaft as though it were a penis. She bites her lip suggestively. "To be able to take such girth, and yet still be as tight as a maiden..." She contemplates the log, then abruptly tosses it into the fire pit. "Enough of this. Let us get to bed."

You and Euna are cleaning up after dinner, though she's preoccupied. At one point, as she's staring off, you ask, "Something on your mind?"

"In so many of your stories, there are people who enjoy hurting themselves for sexual gratification. Masochists, yes?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Pain can be releasing. At the peak of torment, It can cause a rush of incomparable pleasure."

"I've never felt such a pleasure myself."

"Have you ever been whipped?"

"I was flogged a few times by Reverend Mother Margosha during my stay at the convent."

"What for?"

"Oh. This and that. It hardly took much provocation for her to flog the sisters. In fact, some of us suspected that she actually enjoyed it for its own sake. But I hated being flogged."

"It's all about context," you say. "Even a masochist hates it when they bring a hammer down upon their own finger. But if their lover spanks them until they weep, and then ravages them without mercy, its an entirely different story."

Euna ponders this.

"Let me ask," you continue. "Would you rather have Margosha flog you as penance? Or would you rather I rip off your skirt, flog you twice as much, then push you to the ground and ravage you until I've finished having my way with you?"then flog and grope you mercilessly until I've had my fun?"

She bites her lip, enticed. "Well when you put it like that. Though what if it became too much?"

"That's part of the trust. If it becomes too much, you'd say so, and I'd stop. You would enjoy pain on your own terms. ...unless you were one of those rare masochists who wouldn't want the ability to make it stop no matter how much they begged."

"I am not one of those masochists," she says.

"I figured you weren't."

"But I... I suppose I do wonder about that rush of pleasure. Is it worth the pain?"

"I can help you find out if you trust me."

She smirks. "Of course you'd offer that. I do trust you, but I don't know. I'll consider it. Pain for pleasure is quite an alien idea to me."

"Sounds like it wasn't that alien an idea to Margosha."

"She only did it to punish us," Euna explains. "She was just too strict sometimes. It wasn't sexual for her."

"No? Tell me. Did she flog your backs, as they do to men in stockades? Or did she flog your bare bottoms?"

Euna flusters. "I... it wasn't..."

"I thought as much," you say.

"Oh, you perverted little fooltart." She bats you. "Come, enough of this. Let's get to bed."

You search around until finding an old piece of silk left over from when Euna shortened her chemise. It's perfect.

"What is that for?" Euna asks as you approach.

Wordlessly, you fit it around her eyes and tie it behind her head. Secure, but not too tight.

You retire to the bed, but Euna doesn't come immediately. She's rummaging through your pack and brings out Lanx's climbing gear. It has a pick, a few pitons, and several lengths of rope.

It's the rope she brings over to bed. "I want to use these tonight," she says. "I want you to string me up and... well... punish me, I suppose."

"Punish you? Sure. For what?"

"I don't know. I'm new to this. I don't know what it's called, but you've told me so many stories about girls who get spanked or whipped, and how much they love it. And I... I'm interested to know what it's like."

"A strong tsarivna such as yourself would let me hurt her?"

"I'm curious," she says. "So yes. I would have expected you to jump at this, but if that's not the case, then I'm ordering you to punish me. I want to know."

"Then let's do it. What shall we use as a safe word?"

"Safe word?"

"Beg and plead all you want, and I'll ignore you, because you need punishing, but if you so much as mutter your safe word, I stop. Role-play is over."

"I suppose that's a good idea, isn't it? What should it be?"

"That's up to you," you say. "You're the one who needs to remember. Just make sure it's unique, something you'd never say during sex otherwise."

She thinks while you fashion together a quick wrist bind. "It should be Nimel," she says. "I'm certainly not thinking of our Lord Father when I engage in these acts."

"I like it, but no. Do you know how often you scream for your Lord when you're at the peak of pleasure?"

She laughs. "Oh, right. I guess there'll always be a nun somewhere inside me. Fine then. How about Margosha? I certainly never think of her these days."

"The perfect name for killing the mood," you say. "And fitting. She's the woman who used to discipline you. Now, if we're going to string you up, I need something to hang you from..."

You fetch the rope from your pack and search around for a place you might hammer in pitons, when you notice Euna investigating the obelisk. There are small stone loops chiseled into the stone along the top, which by good fortune, would work perfectly.

Euna watches you thread the rope through the loops. "Something tells me I won't be the first maiden tied to this godless obelisk."

"Those idol worshippers and their devious ways," you say.

"I wonder how many of them were tied up voluntarilly like me." She circles the obelisk, feeling the stone. "I wonder how many of them lost their lives..."

You finish readying the ropes. "Now. It's time for you to strip."

Euna removes every scrap of cloth, and holds her hands out before you.Glancing about, Euna removes all her clothes. She covers herself until it's time to hold her hands out before you.

You slip the wrist bind over her hands and tighten it. After running the hanging rope through the bindings, you pull out the slack. Her arms lift overhead. You don't stop until she's on the balls of her feet. That's when you secure the rope.

She now stands against the obelisk, helpless and naked, with the dark mountains as her audience. The sight does conjure thoughts of maiden sacrifices. She's ready to be offered.

Euna still has the pestle buried in her asspussy. After working it in and out a bit, she rolls over to you. "I'd like to keep this in tonight. Seems like it wouldn't bother me much. Can you help me with the harness?"

Sure.

"How about you use a daywither instead?"

She peers at you. "Really? I'd have thought you would have loved the idea of stretching myself open."

"But there's no need to cost yourself sleep over it. Relax."

"Very well, then. I was starting to cramp." She pulls the pestle from herself and sets it beside the bedding. "Good night."

She peers at you. "What are you suggesting?"

"A harness." You finger the ring on the end of the pestle. "We can fasten it in place."

"Very well. Let's do it."

You fetch rope from Lanx's climbing gear. With deft hands, you prepare a few knots and loops.

Euna casually works her embedded pestle as she watches. "You've done this before."

"I know my way around a rope." You put a hoop over Euna's neck. She gets up and kneels so you can loop the rope around her body moving downward. It knots together down the front to hold it in place. When you loop the rope between her legs, you make sure to run the ends through the pestle's ring. The rope then comes up between her bottom and runs back around her waist, crisscrossing a few more times up her belly.

Once it's secure, you inspect your work. The ropes crisscross up and down Euna's torso and frame her breasts. It hugs tight to her body like an article of clothing. Euna runs her hands along her body. "I like it." She feels between her legs. The pestle's handle juts out of her asssnatch, leaving inches exposed. She gives it an experimental tug, but the ropes don't have enough slack for her to remove it. "But how am I supposed to take it out?"

"The whole point was to keep it in."

"For just a while. I'm already cramping a little."

"Hmm." You frown. "Sounds like you're not as committed to this as I thought."

"Fine. I'll sleep like this." Lunging, she grabs you and pulls you back down to bed. Her back snuggles up against your chest.Her legs entwine about your waist. As you snuggle together, she slowly grinds against you, churning the pestle inside her. It must not be cramping her that badly.

"It certainly is." She pulls it from herself and sets it beside the bed. "I wish there was some way to keep it in."

"Maybe with some rope we could fasten it in place," you suggest.

"That's an idea." She considers it. "Perhaps we should stop by Lanx and Fira tomorrow. But nothing to be done tonight. Probably for the best. I was cramping already."

Fetching some cloth and rope, you quickly help fasten a harness about Euna's waist which keeps the pestle buried inside her. She squirms her butt a little and revels in the feeling. "Thank you," she says, and you two settle down for bed.

"A daywither? All night?"

"Don't you think the pestle is a little small for you? That is, if your goal is to make your more accustom to large objects."

She considers this. "Very well." She digs around in the supplies for a daywither the size of a large cock. It's already inflated a bit due to the dark." I doubt I'll keep this in all night before I cramp to all heavens, but we'll see." Lying back, she works the daywither into her asspussy. After it pops in, she winces as it inflates even more. The base outside of her now tapers into her.

"Ooh," she says. "Now that is tight." She gives it a tug. It's fixed in place. "I don't even think we need the ropes, but lord am I going to be sore from leaving this in."

"Sounds like good practice. Ready for bed?"

"I'll try." The two of you cuddle up together.

You two rest together, but after some time, Euna shifts around. She's groping between her legs.

The pestle is still buried in her asssnatch. And she's pushing it deeper.

"Still enjoying that thing?" you ask.

"It's growing on me," she replies. "I wanted to keep it in myself a while longer, but it keeps slipping out. See?" She spreads her legs. The pestle oozes from her asspussy. At the end, it picks up speed and pops out onto the bedding. Euna feels the gape in her assholegash it left behind, then she levers the pestle back in her hole. "I love the feel of it in me. It's a nice stretch. I thought if I left it in a while, it might make me more accustom to such stretches in the future, but it won't stay."

"Don't worry about it. You'll grow accustom in time."

"Maybe with a bit of rope, it will."

"That's too bad."

"How about you use a daywither instead?"

"No? Are you being honest? I won't be angry if you were."

"I wasn't," you say.

"Oh. I see." she frowns. "I could have sworn... oh, never mind. We should try and sleep."

Roll over and sleep.

"Maybe I knew it was you," she says, biting her lip.

"Did that make it better? Thinking someone was watching you?"

She bites her lips and contemplates this with a mischevious look. "I don't know."

You reach down and lightly caress her clit. "Did it make it better thinking that somebody could see your naked and sexy body. That you were giving a naughty little show?"

"Hmm," she says again, still pretending to contemplate.

You slide down her body and ease your hardening cock into her.

"Oh, heavens." She gasps. Her back arches.

You pull her chemise off of her. "Would it excite you if you knew someone were watching you right now, somebody out there in the dark? They've snuck all this way just for a chance to see you, and here you are, naked and fucking." You roll over so she's on top of you. "What would you do?"

She lays on you, grinding her pussy against your cock. "I would make sure they had a better view." She sits up into cowgirl position. Squeezing her breasts together, she glances toward the dark, as though she might actually see someone. She throws her head back and rocks up and down, moaning lustfully.

"There's no telling how many people might be out there." you say, "You might have an audience of men, all rubbing their cocks at the sight of your body."

Her moaning grows louder.

"Every one of them desires you. You're filling their minds with sultry thoughts. Every move you make, every moan you utter, it embroils their lust."

Euna starts crying out. Her body spasms.

"They will spill their seed upon the rocks at your ecstasy. But you'll bring them pleasure long after that. They'll go to their homes. And as they fuck their wives and their girls, they'll think of you. You will forever be a sexual fantasy for them."

Her pussy clenches your cock. Her thrusts become jerky. It becomes too much for you and you fire off inside her for the second time tonight. Her passion done, she leans back and props herself on her arms, making her breasts prominent. She slides her hand between to her pussy, where your cock is still buried inside her, then trails dripping cum along her belly. She lifts, crawls around so her ass points directly at the cave entrance. With her face before your cock, she licks it clean of cum, all while her legs are spread and her fingers idly play with her clit. For anyone watching, they would see her cum-soaked pussy and ass on full display.

When your cock is clean, she nestles up against you. You pull her close and toss the blanket over your bodies.

She closes her eyes and nuzzles your neck. "Maybe I enjoy it a little."

"Maybe I knew it was only you," she says, biting her lip.

"Or maybe you like the idea of being the star of a sultry show."

She bites her lip and contemplates with a mischevious look. "Maybe."

You reach down and lightly caress her clit. "Did it make it better thinking that somebody could see your naked and sexy body. That they might spread rumors of your sultry ways?"

"Hmm," she says again, still pretending to contemplate.

Your fingers slip inside.

"Oh, heavens," she gasps. Her back arches.

You pull her chemise off of her. "Would it excite you if you knew someone were watching you right now? Somebody out there in the dark? They came all the way out here to see for themselves. And here you are with another woman. What would you do?"

"I would make sure they had a better view." Euna rolls so she's more facing the alcove's entrance, but you push her farther until she's kneeling—openly facing the dark night with her body bared.

You kneel right behind her pressing your body against her back. Her hands are reached around, exploring her sex and cupping her breasts.

"What a scandal this will cause," you whisper. "The rumors will spread like fire. The tsarivna is a wanton woman. She flaunts her body." You nibble along her neck. "Think of all the men who will rub their cocks to those salacious stories."

Euna whimpers.

"Everyone in the land will fantasize about you. They'll dream of bedding you. Maybe one day they'll go down to that seedy tavern and the harlot who comes out on stage will be you."

Euna starts crying out. Her body spasms.

"You've been sneaking out at night to strip your clothes for crowds of men for nothing more than a few coin. Most don't even realize you're the real thing, but they remember your stunning beauty and perfect body. They'll go home and fuck their women, and they'll think of you. You will forever be a sexual fantasy for them."

Her pussy squeezes your fingers. She trembles so hard she'd crumble if you weren't holding her. And if anyone was in the dark forest tonight, they heard her cries. All pretense of modesty was gone for that brief minute.

Once her passion has passed, she leans back against you and rests her head on your shoulder. Idly, her hands cup her own breasts—lifting and squeezing. It's not for her, but a small encore for those who might be watching.

In time, you both lie back down, and she snuggles against you. "I hope they liked the show."

"Flatter me?"

"The sight of you bathing would give a man a memory they'd cherish for a lifetime. The thought of you pleasuring yourself would harden their manhoods. They would spill their seed over you."

"You make it sound like it should be exciting."

"Many women would find it so. They'd yearn to have a body as beautiful as yours. They long to have men look at them the way they all look at you. You're a breathtakingly beautiful woman."

She thinks about this. "I suppose you'll tell me I should enjoy it when I'm spied upon.""I suppose you'll tell me I should be grateful that the commonfolk spread smut about me."

Long after having gone to sleep, you're lying in bed, turning occasionally to get comfortable. When you turn onto your side toward Euna, you see that she too is still awake.

In the dark, you two stare at each other. A curious look comes over her.

"You're still awake?" she whispers.

You nod.

"Can I ask you something?"

Another nod.

"I just want to know. Were you spying on me when I was by the river?"

"No. Of course not."

"Yes, I was."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Aileen has the boys wrapped around her finger with her beauty. They'd follow her and compliment her and curry for her favor, all in hopes that your sister might lift her frock for just a moment. She would play the part of an innocent lady, shocked that they might ask such a thing of her, but she would always do it in the end. I think she got as much a thrill from it as the boys."

"From what you tell me, my sister was just as likely to romp with them as she was lift her dress for them."

"I'm sure she got a thrill from that too," you say.

"She's a more wild woman than I am."

"Aileen is not the maiden of the tsardom like you are, but she has her crowd of admirers. She knows perfectly well that she's the subject of seedy plays, or that rumors go around about her, and it doesn't bother her in the slightest. I think she gets a thrill hearing the rumors for herself."

"From what you tell me of my sisters. Half those salacious rumors are actually true."

She's silent for a long while. "No," she says finally. "I don't mind. Though you are one strange little pervert."

She's silent a long while. "No," she says finally. "I wouldn't want to interfere with your livelihood. Though you will no longer take my clothes without permission."

"Permission? Does this mean you'll give them to me if I ask?"

She scoffs. "For your strip shows? I'll let you guess."

She sits up and bats you. "I knew it. I knew you were there."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No." She smiles at you, bemused. "But why? Are you not free to look upon me now?"

"A treat stolen is so much sweeter than a treat given."

"Words you live by, I presume. You are such a knave, you know that?"

"But a knave who will risk his freedom just for a chance to see beauty in its truest form."

"Admit it," she says. "You were never owl watching that day outside my chamber window, were you?"

"Your Highness, I have never in my life cared one whit about owls."

She slaps you playfully. "You... scoundrel! And tell me, that was not the only time, was it?"

"A week after you returned from the convent. I had passed through the courtyard outside your window and I happened to glance as you were bathing. I have seen many naked women in my life, but never had I witnessed such a beautiful sight as I had at that moment. I knew I should have kept walking, but couldn't. I stopped and watched like the fool I am. Every day afterward, I would make sure to pass through that courtyard for a chance to glimpse you again. I was addicted."

"So every night for two years?"

"I didn't see you most nights. Only once every so often. Every time was a treasure. And yes, for two years. I could do it for a hundred and never grow tired of it."

Her face grows flush, but she tries her best to stay indignant. "So can I never trust that I have privacy again?"

"You never could. I am not the only one who might risk their hide to see you."

"Oh. Others too? Next you'll tell me I had a crowd outside my windows."

"So you admit to invading my privacy then. Well, since I've finally gotten an honest confession out of you, tell me. When you were caught stripping in that tavern, you were pretending to be me, weren't you?"

"Who else would I be?"

"I knew it! And you knew those were my clothes you stole from the wash-house, didn't you?"

"Your Highness, I took those clothes straight from your wardrobe."

She bats you playfully. "You... harlot! Why? Of all the people you could impersonate, why is it my virtue you mock?"

"Of all the dances and teases I've ever given, never have I gotten so much coin than when I pretended to be you. You are the chaste princess, both beautiful beyond imagination, and forbidden because of your faith. People would crowd those seedy taverns to watch a common hussy like me imitate you, just so they could squint their eyes and dream their fantasies."

"I see. So thanks to you, the men in the capital stroke themselves thinking of me."

"Not just me. Strumpets across the tsardom roleplay as you for their men. Minstrels sing tales about your sexual escapades. There are drawings of you that would make you blush. Ever since you came home from that convent a beautiful maiden, you've become the most desired woman in all of Ruthgar."

Her face grows flush, but she tries her best to stay indignant. "So I am the target of constant mockery?"

Here, the north wall of the corridor is masoned stone lined with lanterns which glow with green flames seemingly without fuel. The south wall is natural rock covered in damp black moss.

North, there's gap in the wall leads to a treacherous staircase going up as far as you can see.

Climb the stairs.

"This seems like the place," you say.

"I don't see any cave," Euna replies. "I hope it's not underwater."

"Only one way to find out. Wait here." You take off your clothes and wade into the water.

"It's a beautiful view from here, isn't it?" Euna is staring at your bare ass.

Euna averts her gaze. "You were certainly quick to strip down."

"You'll be stripping soon enough if the cave is there," you say, "unless you plan to swim in that skirt." You swim out along the bluff, carefully avoiding the sharp rocks. Though the water deepens, your feet are always in reach of the ocean sand. Farther down, the cliff face curves inward into an inlet. In there, hidden from view, there's a hollow leading into dark shadows. It must be the cave entrance Fira talked about. Though the pitch black depths ahead are ominous.

You return to Euna. "It's there. Good thing you got a lantern from Lanx and Fira's trash pile."

"Do we have to dive underwater?"

"Doesn't look like it. Looks like solid ground farther in."

She eyes the surf. "Is there anyway to get there that doesn't require me to swim?"

"Do you not know how?"

"I can," she says. "I just..."

"...Don't want to get naked in front of me?"

"I must maintain my decency."

"Here. I'll face this way." You turn to face the bluff, your back to her. "I'll stay this way until we're inside."

"Maybe I could just swim in my shift..."

"It's not like you've never been naked before. You're naked when you bathe, right?"

"Surely you've stripped before other women before."

"Yes, my fellow sisters at the convent, and my handmaidens, but you are neither. You are a wanton harlot."

"If it makes you more comfortable, this wanton harlot will turn around until you're submerged in the water."

"Oh very well. But do not look back until I say so."

"Understood."

You hear the rustle of fabric behind you. A long pause, and then the splash of water as she comes up behind you. "Lead on," she says.

With your bundled clothes held overhead, you wade around the bluff to the cave. Inside, the water shallows out. The ocean water has churned into a froth in here. The brine and seaweed rot stings your nose.

Once you're on dryish rock, Euna speaks. "Wait." Fabric rustles once again. Soon, "there. You can turn around now."

Euna is fully clothed now, and just letting down her hair from a bun. She turns her gaze from you. "You can get dressed now too, you know."

"Oh, right."

After you're dressed, you're both ready to venture farther in.

"Good." She glances about nervously, then strips.She casually takes her clothes off. In moments, she's standing naked. Finding a stick, she does her hair up in a bun.

You both wade into the water together, holding clothes and gear above your heads. Shortly, you're in the cave, and the water shallows out. The ocean water has churned into a froth in here. The brine and seaweed rot stings your nose.

Euna lets her hair down, and you both redress. She hugs close, waiting for you to set forth.

After stripping, you both wade along the bluff. Once again, Euna makes you wade out in the water and face away before she removes any clothing. At the water cave entrance, the smell of brine and seaweed rot fills the air.

To the north is a dark cave passage.

Taking out the razor, you lead Euna through the akkoro nest. They swarm and fondle once again, but it takes hardly a nick upon their flesh before they snap away. You and Euna get to the other side unscathed.

You take it out and draw the blade. The metal shimmers in the lantern light.

"Didn't Lanx say only to use it for shaving?" she asks.

"He also said anything cut with it wouldn't grow back." You step forward, razor raised. Several akkoro crowd you both. With a swipe of the razor, you lop off a tentacle grappling your arm.

The reaction is immediate. With a shudder, the akkoro yanks away its limbs. The severed tentacle flails about. It does not grow back. The others seem equally perturbed. As a whole, they withdraw, giving you and Euna a wide berth.

"It worked." she says.

"I think I actually hurt one. It didn't like that."

"Then let's move!"

You and Euna splash through the nest quickly, stopping only after it's long behind you.

"I hope you didn't hurt it too badly," Euna says.

"You feel bad for it?"

"A little. We're the invaders, and they weren't hurting us."

"Hopefully I won't have to cut them on our way out."

"Hopefully."

Taking out the jar, you hold the lip against Euna's ravaged sex and lightly push upon her belly. You have to wrestle with some of the smaller creatures to keep the bottle in place. But a deluge of salty cum slowly fills the bottle.

Euna watches, too exhausted to resists. "Is that... what all this was about? ...collecting their seed?"

"It's a nice added benefit," you say.

Euna struggles onto all fours. Taking the jar from you, she holds it between her legs and squeezes. Cum pours out of both her sex and anus. of her sex. It oozes into the bottle, and over it, and over her hands, and down her thighs. The creamy substance gets everywhere, but enough of it gets in the jar to fill it to the brim. She hands it back, and you stopper it and stow it away.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

Jar of Akkoro Cum added to inventory

The tentacles continue to violate her. The ones inside her try pressing further. Other akkoro slather her body while feeling for an entrance. Euna, despite her predicament, moans from the attention. Slime drips from her body in dollops.

The wrist-thick tentacle in her pussy stops thrusting and starts tensing. Bulges work their way down its length from the massive akkoro's core. The tentacle muscles squeeze them along in rhythmic pumps. They disappear inside Euna. The tentacle in her ass begins pumping the same odd lumps as well.

"Oh!" She says. "It's... It's filling me with something! Ohh." She tries to clutch her belly. Tentacles hold her arms away. The injection continues for minutes, and her belly starts to swell. They don't stop until she looks several months pregnant, she's moaning, her belly noticeably distended, then the large tentacle pulls out of her snatch.

Euna relaxes, only for two smaller tentacles from other akkoros to immediately invade her hole. Both slide into her easily. They burrow deep into her, clearly into her womb, and they begin thrusting back and forth like pistons—one pushes forward as the other pulls out.

"Oh. Ohh. Now this is more like it!" Euna gets into this, rocking back against them. The tentacle in her ass finishes its deposit. It's withdrawal extracts several feet of tentacle which cause Euna to cry out. Once it's out, several thinner ones take its place, forcing their way into her rectum. She grunts both in pain and pleasure with each thrust deeper into her intestines. Tentacles continue molesting her body. Her grunts soon turn to cries of pleasure.

The appendages inside her tense, then throb. Pulse after pulse. Euna cries out. Her belly swells more. A shot of creamy white liquid sprays from between her pussy lips and the invading tentacle. It shoots across the cavern several feet. More and more squeezes out in spurts until its running out in a deluge.

The tentacles come out, one after another. When the ones from her ass emerge, a river of this white cum floods out of her gaping anus. The large akkoro pull away, leaving Euna collapsed in the shallow water.

Some smaller, dog-sized akkoro still play with her body, they tease her gaping holessex. Otherwise, she is ignored. The akkoro are satisfied.

You help her to her feet. "Are you okay?" you ask, pulling away the akkoro. They're too small to resist.

"Oh... I ache. I'm so full. I'm just... They are aggressive, aren't they?" The white cum streams down her legs. Her body is streaked with smelly, salty ooze. She clutches her swollen belly.

"Yes, we should probably move while they're ignoring us."

"Yes..." On wobbly legs, Euna goes with you to the other side. She kneels in the water. "I need to get these out of me." Straining, she presses on her belly. Translucent, rubbery eggs spill out of her pussy and ass along with dripping slime and pearly white semen. Push after push brings more out of her. Her belly slowly deflate. "Help me. It's your fault they're in there."

"Lay back," you say.

She does so. Her pussy slack, and with the lubricating slime coating it, your hand slides easily inside without any resistance. Euna groans and arches her back.

"I see you're really distraught over this," you say.

"Mmmm. Maybe I'm just making the best of the situation. Get on with it."

You reach your hand into her cervix. It's still wide, and you fit with little resistance. Her womb filled with eggs. They feel like oversized skinned grapes. You pull them out by the handfuls and toss them aside. Soon, you've got them all.

You gently scrape along the walls of her vagina, bringing out scoops of white creamy cum and eggs which look like oversized skinned grapes. Soon, you've got all the eggs you can find.

"And my ass," Euna hooks her legs and pulls them up to her chest.

Her rear hole easily takes your hand. You reach into her colon nearly to your elbow and pull out handfuls of eggs. You even follow the curve of her rectum somewhat, but there are many just beyond your reach.

With slight effort, her rear hole takes your fist. You scoop out semen and eggs by the handfuls. More are deeper within, but she winces when you try to push your arm farther. Her rim is already stretched taut about your forearm.

"I think they're some a little too deep in there."

"Hmm." She sits up. "I hope I'll pass them before they hatch."

"Are you in any danger?"

"No, but I don't fancy having those little beasts crawling about inside me."

"I think you're okay now," you say.

She feels her belly. It's back down to its normal size. Satisfied, she gets up and scrubs slime off herself with the shallow cave water. It's slow going.

After a while, she's clean enough that the remaining slime on her is drying. She's finally able to don her clothes. They're not too messy.

"I suppose I am grateful for your taking my clothes," she says.

"Told you."

Her clothes are another matter. She sloughs off what slime she can, but they're soaked through and translucent. Annoyed, she frowns at them.

"They'll dry," you say.

"I hope so," she replies. "These are my only clothes after all."

She dresses and dries herself, and achieves some level of decency. "Finally," she says, "I think my nethers will be dripping ooze all day. There's nothing to be done about that. Shall we proceed?"

Trekking forward, you grab hold of Euna. She clutches you as though for life while you unwind the worst of the tentacles grappling her legs.

"Hold tight," you say.

She does. The constant strain slowly extricates her from the others tentacles until she finally pops free. Together, you forge through the nest until reaching the other side.

Euna yanks away the last of the smaller beasts still clinging to her. She's covered in slime. "That was interesting."

"Are you okay?"

"I've just been thoroughly molested by those creatures." She swipes layers of goo off her legs. She pauses long enough to eye you, "but that was your plan all along, wasn't it? I knew you were hoping they would do that."

"Yet you went anyway." you say.

She shrugs, flashes a grin. "We had to get to the other side somehow, didn't we?"

After a quite a while cleaning herself, she's gotten most of the slime off of her. The rest is drying. After she's ready, you continue forward.

Heading away from the akkoro nest, you follow the cave tunnel south. Ahead is sunlight. The cave leads to the surface, though not before first dipping into briny water. You could exit the cave if you swim.

Behind you is the dark tunnel leading back to the akkoro nest.

As Euna tolerates this molestation, you reach over her body to her rear end, which is still held high. Placing both hands on her ass cheeks, you spread them wide, exposing the small puckered hole between.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Euna cranes to see.

"You looked like you were having so much fun. I thought I'd add to it." Wetting two fingers with akkoro slime, you slide them into her anus.

"Hey! Sto— augh!" She moans as a finger-like tentacle zeros in on the hole you've revealed. Immediately, a couple more join it, and then comes a thick one from the wagon-sized akkoro violating her pussy. It's tentacles are wrist thick.

"Ow. You had to go and do that," she says, but involunarily, she pushes back against this new invader. The biggest akkoro is alternately pistoning its tentacles in and out of her pussy and anus. "Ohh," she whimpers.

"Feel good?" you ask.

"You imp," she says, but she's in too much pleasure to be angry for more than a moment. "Ooh, it keeps going deeper."

You look to see what she means. Every time the akkoro pulls out of her ass, it does so only a little. When it pushes in, more disappears than before. It's worming its way through her gut, flexing and undulating. Feet upon feet disappear inside her. With it's width, and the other finger-like tentacles buried right alongside it, her poor ring is stretched to its limit.

With every thrust, Euna winces. "Ohh, Lord. It's going to disappear inside of me... Ohh..." It's hard to tell if she's in pain or in pleasure, but she must endure regardless.

"Very good," she says. "It was rather harebrained. And idea concocted by your other head." She glances down at your crotch.

"Maybe. That head does a lot of my thinking."

"I'm very aware."

"Very good," she says. "I know where you were going with that. I'm glad you've dispelled such lusty thoughts."

To the north, the cave walls are masoned. The floors are hewn. A glowing green light comes from farther up.

To the south is the watery nest of akkoro.

Euna cries out and tenses.

"What happened?" you ask.

"It just pushed through my cervix."

"Well, it's not like it hasn't seen traffic before."

Euna narrows her eyes at you. She would reply, except an akkoro climbing her arm is snaking about her face. She keeps her mouth shut tight.

Fill in more

You unfasten the lace of her bodice.

"What... are you doing?" she asks, her voice breathless.

"Taking your clothes off."

"Why?" she asks,

"To keep your clothes clean."

"A little late... for that," she replies.

"Do you want your clothes to be more slimy?"

"You just want me naked," yet she hold her arms overhead so you can pull her bodice off. A few akkoro cling to it which you pluck off. Next, you unfasten her skirt. That proves harder to pull given it's vicinity to her penetration. Several akkoro fight you over it, including a few larger ones. You unwrap them over time and pull the skirt away.

All the while, Euna's violation continues, in and out, only now she's naked apart from her boots. Tentacles are still holding her legs off the ground. Reaching, you snag one, and then the other. The akkoro seem uninterested in wrestling for those. Instead, they immediately coil about her exposed feet. Tentacles inch between her toes.

You stash her clothes and crouch before her again. The akkoro now have solid grips about her bare torso.

She eyes you sardonically. "A better... view for you now?" And then she whimpers as tentacles find her breasts. They squeeze them as though they were utters.

"Didn't you see how intimate they were getting with me?"

"I did, but they weren't hurting you."

"Maybe they won't hurt, but I certainly doubt I could reach the other end unmolested. I think they may be mistaking me for a good place to lay their eggs."

"Would they eat you from the inside out?"

"No. They just need a warm place to incubate."

"Maybe you didn't see how personal they were getting with me before," she says.

"But they won't hurt you."

"No, but they might decide to keep me. Forget it. We need to find another way. Maybe there's some way we can scare them back."

"To you maybe." She grabs your ass.She rests a hand just above your pubic mound."You've got a nice warm cavity too. Why don't you let them have their way with you?."

"I'm not interested." You sidle close to her, "but aren't you? Look at those tentacles. What do you think they'll feel like? How easily do you think they'll slide in inside you?"

She eyes the swarming akkoro. "And if they leave something inside me?"

"Then I'll have to reach in and get it out."

She contemplates this. "Fine. I'll do it, but you will save me if they get violent, agreed?"

"Agreed."

Leaving the nest behind, you both head farther into the cave. Up ahead, there's a strange green glow, which you follow.

"After I trek through their nest and get violated again, you mean?"

"It got us through last time," you say.

She surveys all the akkoro. Their eyes all seem to be on her, almost as though waiting for her. "I think they may be as excited about this as you are," she says.

"Maybe. You really want to disappoint them?"

She sighs. "Let's hope they behave themselves this time, but somehow I doubt it."

"Oh, I'm sure," she says dryly.

"Lanx said they won't hurt us. They're probably just being friendly."

"If you're so sure, why don't you go first? They weren't bothering you nearly as much."

"Because we both have to get through, so it's better for you to go first so I'll be right behind you if you get into trouble."

"And if they molest me?"

"Then you'll have a hell of a story to tell."

She narrows her eyes at you. "You will be right behind me, yes?"

"I will."

"Fine."

Euna stalks toward the nest of akkoro. Already, baby akkoros are pulling themselves up her boots. Larger ones get curious. Tentacles reach out and stroke her arms and legs. She bats them away as she sidesteps around the creatures toward the passageway beyond.

A tentacle lifts her skirt. She slaps it back down. Another coils about her arm. She wrests it away. Their groping impedes her, yet she still makes progress.

She's nearly to the other side when the beasts' finally becomes assertive. One wagon-sized akkoro snags her about the waist. She yelps as it drags her back toward the others. She's knocked onto her hands and knees. They lift her skirt.

"Get off!" Euna struggles. Smaller akkoros latch on to her, catching her arms and thighs. They sneak their slimy appendages down her bodice.

"Ugh," Euna says. "Not again!"

"Ugh," Euna says. "They're so slimy." She struggles more.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't... move. Oh!" A large akkoro licks a wrist-thick tentacle right between her legs, from her pubic mound to the back. "Ohhh. Oh my." She shudders from the stimulation. When it lifts away, ropes of ooze span between it and her crotch.

"Oh..." She wriggles her rump toward her invader and spreads her legs wider. "Looks like I might just have to let them have their way." The tentacle lashes across her sex again, inciting another shudder. "Oh well."

"This is... getting... out of control!" she says.

Venturing along the cave, the smell of rotten fish becomes stronger. Soon, you're both wading in ankle deep water, which is oddly viscous. Slime covers the walls.

Euna squeaks and clutches your arm. "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"Up ahead. It was there a second ago. I think it was an akkoro. We're walking into an akkoro nest," she says.

Put on Lanx's repellant.

"Yes. Yes, we do." Euna rummages through her pack and produced a tarnished chef's knife. The blade is long and hefty. "Are you sure this is wise? What if it angers them."

"Lanx said we'd be safe no matter what we do."

"Okay, but try not to hurt them more than you need to."

You trek forward. When many akkoro surround and start fondling both of you, you slash at their entangling tentacles. They come off cleanly. The akkoro recoil, though only momentarily. Already, the limbs you removed are growing back. Other akkoro grab the severed parts in the water and stuff them into their maws hidden beneath their mass of tentacles.

Your progress is futile, and soon you're forced to retreat.

"I don't think they cared," you say.

"It's no wonder," she replies. "If you could regrow limbs that quickly, you wouldn't care either. I never realized their regeneration was that incredible. It does however mean the knife is useless." She wipes them clean and tucks them away.

"Relax... That's easy for you to say. You just want to watch them— Agh!"

The same tentacle dives in. Euna cries out as it burrows into her snatch. Its slippery ooze makes it slide in effortlessly. It snakes deeper until bottoming out inside her vaginal canal. Smaller tentacles from other akkoro have slithered under her clothes. They coil about her breasts, squeezing and rubbing. They smear the alchemical jelly on her chest around, mixing it with their own ooze and covering her torso. More focus between her legs.

"Oh... oh my," she says.

"Are you okay?"

"Just... splendid! Would you..." She reaches for you. You step closer and kneel by her. The akkoro don't bother you. She gropes, and you take her hand. So many tentacles are coiled about her legs and waist that they're supporting her weight. They lift her hind higher until her legs leave the ground, but her head is still near to you.

With firm grips on her legs, the wrist-thick tentacles settles into a rhythm of thrusting in and out of her stretched snatch. Dozens of small feelers writhe about along her labial folds and her clit. The thickest tentacle flexes and squirms. Ooze drips from her pussy. Her pubic hair is matted down with the stuff.

Euna is convulsing. Her breath is ragged. "Oh my Lord," she murmurs. "They're actually... Oh... This is going to do it for me."

You open the jar. The stench causes you both to recoil.

'Oh heavens!" she says. "It's like...fish jelly and bad eggs. Ugh... so much sulfur!"

"Fira did warn us." You take a fingerful and smear it across your chestbreasts and neck.

Euna does the same, putting a smear above her breasts. She wipes her fingers on her belly. "I hope this is worth it. You go first."

The next turn down the tunnel leads into a large catacomb ankle deep in water. The place teems with akkoro of all different sizes which slither over each other. The squirming endless tentacles are like a pit of snakes. Hundreds of gelatin eyes on the tips of stalks watch you warily. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling are thick with mucus. Half packed within this film are countless bones of various creatures. A few are as large as an elephant. Most are the size of horses. The water at your feet seethes with tiny rodent skeletons.

Beyond this nest lies another corridor leading farther along the cave.

You point this out. "Maybe we can just walk through. Slowly."

"After you."

You take a few cautious steps forward. The akkoro slither closer as though forming a crowd. They don't attack, but they're curious. A few steps later, and they start to investigate you two. Tentacles lick upon you. A few coil about your legs, but not tightly. They're only feeling you out.

"Uh..." Euna has her own share of tentacles. In fact, many more. Several baby akkoro are climbing her legs. As a swarm, they're impeding her progress. "I need help."

You grab her arm and help pull her along, but the closer into the nest you get, the more assertive they become. They climb faster than she can pluck them off. Some tentacles slip up her skirt. She yelps and dances away to the edge of the nest. "This isn't working!"

You work your way back to her. "They are a bit handsy, aren't they?"

"One of them just tried to slip inside me." She corrects her skirt. "That jelly might be keeping them from attacking us, but it's not stopping them from trying to play with us. I don't think we'll get through unmolested."

From the slime covered walls and the stench, the akkoro nest is up ahead. You and Euna apply Lanx's repellent to yourselves. It's as potent as always.

Now safe, you both continue forward until the nest comes into view. The writhing masses of akkoro linger just beyond the reach of your lantern.

"What now?" Euna asks.

You push through the door enough for you both to slip through.

You're at the top landing of a long stairwell south of you which down deep into the earth.

A solid stone door is on this landing.

Go through the door.

Go down the stairs.

You're at a masoned wall within the cave tunnel. Along the wall at intervals are lanterns which glow with green flames. There's a gap in the masoned wall which leads to a treacherous staircase going up as far as you can see.

Leading away from the wall is an unhewn cave tunnel. Without lanterns, it's enveloped in darkness.

Climb the stairs.

Head into the dark cave tunnels.

Return to the akkoro nest.

You pull open the great stone door. It takes all of your strength. Once it's open enough, you both slip through. You find yourselves in dark marble hallways of a castle keep.

A sly look comes over her and she faces the nun. When she undoes the knot of her bodice, the audience perks up. Her tits fall free. Everyone hoots. She struts around the nun tracing the lash along the girl's flank, all while giving the audience enticing come-hither looks and works her bodice looser and looser.

It's a striptease, and the audience is loving it. As a result, the nun has a reprieve from their attention.

Swaying her hips, she bends low, thrusting her ass toward the audience, and she murmurs to the nun while holding the girl's chin up with the lash's handle. Her burlesque show is expert enough that no one realizes that she's intermingling a private conversation with the nun.

She snakes out of her skirt, baring her shaved pussy to appreciative hoots and hollers. The audience loves it, but she can't ignore the nun any longer.

Euna hikes one leg over the pillory and presses her pussymuff to the nun's face.

"Let me feel your tongue deep, sister," Euna commands. "Or feel the lash."

The nun tongue's her folds. Euna playfully slides her fingers along the nun's back as though to play with the blood, but you can see that she's collecting it into the thimble. Blood coats her arm, and she licks it off with vampirish delight. She squeezes her own tits in pleasure, leaving dark red smears.

Euna starts entertaining herself by flicking the lash along the nun's body. "Tongue harder, sister. I will wail in ecstasy, or you will wail in pain." She aims some lashings around the side to whip the nun's hanging tits. The lash cracks, but the strikes aren't nearly has hard as they sound. The red streaks left on the nun's breasts are from the blood already on the lash.

After minutes of showy moans and salacious writhing, Euna clutches the nun's head and grinds against her face while screaming out. It's so theatrical you doubt she's actually climaxing at all, but the audience frenzies all the same.

Afterward, guard decides the show is over. He takes back the lash and escorts Euna off the platform.

She runs her tongue and hands along the nun's tortured body, licking and smearing. What people don't see is that she's also collecting. The thimble is hidden in her palm. Next, she fondles the nun's sex. The crowd laughs when the nun cringes away.

With one last coy glance to her audience, Euna spreads the girl's ass and buries her tongue in the woman's gash. The nun wails and cringes away helplessly. Euna comes up for air occasionally and gives the nun a slap on the ass, leaving bloody hand prints, but then she gets right back to dining.

The crowd cheers, but some chant. "Make her bleed. Make her bleed."

This isn't enough. Euna brandishes the whip, and with a crack, she brings it down ...on her own ass.

And again, and again, leaving bright red lines. She then offers the whip to a man in the crowd and goes back to dining. The man gets it. He takes over whipping Euna while Euna laps at the nun's pussy. Red welts score Euna's rump, but she seems determined to finish what she's started.

The nun reaches a trembling orgasm. The girl wails both in shame and ecstasy, and the audience frenzies. The guard decides Euna has done enough. He escorts her off the stage and finds someone else.

A distance away, Euna cleans herself up and you stow the sample.

"Quite a performance," you say. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you enjoyed molesting that woman."

"I consulted her first about everything I did to her," Euna replies. "And she consented. The rest was acting."

"So naturally you weren't actually enjoy yourself at all."

"Not a single little bit."

"She was only pretending to hate it so the audience would think I was humiliating her."

"I knew I saw you two talking. You have a knack for working a crowd."

"I only did it to give the poor woman a moment of mercy. It was all for her."

"And getting someone to whip you?"

She squeezes her welted rump. "The crowded needed someone to whip. That's all."

Euna looks at you incredulously. She seems to consider the idea, but soon hands the lash back to the guard.

Euna swipes the thimble along the nun's legs to scoop up rivulets of blood. The audience has no idea what to make of this. Fortunately, Euna finishes before they grow impatient. She whispers something in the nun's ears and hops off the stage.

You two escape the crowd while the guard picks someone else. The nun, despite her plight, watches Euna curiously, even once another person starts lashing her.

Blood Sample added to inventory

"We can try," she says.

You both shoulder to the front of the crowd. Unfortunately, the blood on the platform is too little to collect.

"Maybe you could get up there and get some?" You have to yell over the crowd.

"Me? Why me?"

You hand her the thimble. "Because you're a pretty girl. They'll let you on the stage before they let me up there."

You hand her the thimble. "Because you've got bigger tits than I do. You can distract the crowd with those."

"I think they're only letting people up there to torment her, and I'm certainly not going to do that."

The guard stops the man currently whipping the nun and looks for a new punisher. People clamber and plead, but his eyes fall on Euna. He pulls her to the platform. Everyone cheers. The guard thrusts the leather lash into her hand.

Euna couldn't look more bewildered. She looks at the poor nun, and then to you. The crowd is loud, but you could mouth words to her.

Get the blood.

Give em a show.

You arrive at a great building with steps leading up to a pillared entrance. To the side is a training yard where uniformed guards spar against each other and fire arrows at target dummies. It's the city barracks.

Out front is a clearing, and in the center is a platform with a pillory.

You are at the barracks.

Today, a crowd is gathered around the central pillory. The nun you saw earlier today giving food to vagrants is locked in it, bent over with her hands and neck secured in place. She's been stripped of her habit, leaving only her wimple covering her head. Her bare ass is exposed to the crowd. Her breasts drape beneath her.

The crowd jeers. They pelt the woman with fruits. A man is behind her with a leather lash. He's flogging her ass with hard, fast strokes. The lash cracks against her skin. Blood lines drip down from crisscrossing welts onto the platform.

The man moves to her side and starts bringing the lash down on her back. With each strike, the nun winces. Tears stain her face.

"And this is what she gets for feeding the poor?" Euna says. "This is wrong."

"I don't know," you say. "You're saying the crack of that lash isn't making you wet?"

She rolls her eyes. "This shouldn't be forced on someone who doesn't enjoy rough play."

The man whipping the nun gets carried away. He makes wild overhead swings which leave deep gashes. A supervising guard catches his hand and orders him off the platform.

The nun is left with blood running down her back, but already people are trying to climb up to continue her punishment. The guard stops all but one, a woman. She has a bucketful of mud, which she upturns over the nun's head. The mud cakes the nun's face under a wash of brown. The crowd cheers.

"I wish there was something we could do for her," Euna says.

"Yes I..." Her brow furrows. "It was... I must confess I'm not perfectly sure I do. I remember us agreeing to come here. It must have been right here then. ...or near the church. Is that right?"

You feign offense. "I can't believe you'd forget, after the way you attacked me. You were ferocious."

She bats you. "Oh, be kind. I'm sure I loved it. I was certainly frisky enough. I just need to remember never to drink that much again."

"Don't say that. I like the drunk you."

"I'm sure you do." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

You doze lightly occasionally, but you never really sleep. By the time morning light warms and shines patterns through the reticulated wall, you are stiff, bleery eyed, and hungover.

Suddenly, and daylight is streaming in through the wall's reticulated windows. People are up and about, and nuns are collecting mats. The men who had been camped near you must have already left.

You sit up, and remarkably, you feel as though you hadn't had a single drop of ale, apart from the taste in your mouth.

However, your tunic isn't quite sitting right on you, as though you'd donned it hastily. Looking underneath, you've got light blemishes over your breasts, and your nipples feel tender.

Euna eventually stirs. With a dainty yawn and stretch, she sits up and looks about, momentarily confused as to where she is. Others are about now. Many are leaving. The sisters have unlocked the door and three walk about collecting the mats.

Euna sees you awake. "My that was a uproarious night last night."

"Feeling well?" you ask.

"For how much ale I had, I don't deserve to be feeling as good as I do. That tonic was incredible." Sitting up, she stretches again, back arched and arms far above her head. There are red blemishes on her neck, and several dot her cleavage. Euna, however, does not notice them.

She adjusts her clothes to make herself more seemly. As she's fussing with the lacing on her skirt, she chuckles.

"What is it?" you ask.

"I must have been truly blind drunk," she says. "I tied this knot all wrong last night." It takes a lot of poking to undo. "I don't even recall taking my skirt off. Actually, I don't recall a lot from last night. I only vaguely remember coming here." She finishes correcting her lacing. "What about you? I know you had as much."

"It's a little hazy for me too."

"I hope I wasn't too much of a bother," Euna says. "I know I got rather unreserved."

"You were delightful."

"I'm glad you think so." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"Oh." she seems relieved. "I suppose you didn't have nearly as much to drink as I did, after all. I hope I wasn't too much of a bother to take care of last night."

"Not at all. It was fun to see you like that."

"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I'd hate it if you'd had to spend the evening taking care of me because of my silly overindulgance." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"Did you now?" Euna looks around. The men from last night are already gone.

"I did," you say. "You were passed out and defenseless, and the men here were like wolves."

She snorts. "And so you offered your virtues as a sacrifice. To protect me. If only it were true."

"But it is," you say.

"I'm sure." She plants a kiss on your cheek. "How selfless you are, to get drunk and bed numerous men so her love may sleep in peace. A true noble-born lady. Come now, let's show our appreciation for these sisters who so kindly watched over us. Help clean up."

She snorts. "Did I now? It was your cum, I hope."

"Mine and a few other men's. You were quite popular."

"I'm sure I was." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

She snorts. "Did I now? And was I sucking off these men alone? Or were you by my side?"

"Oh, they all wanted to dump their loads in your mouth. I just watched."

"The star attraction, was I?" She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"I was," she says, "It's nice to know we have a safe place we can come to. The nuns are kind to watch over us."

"The nuns, yes," you agree.

She carries on. "I can't imagine it will be long before we're in here again, the way you encourage me to drink so." She stands up. "Don't just sit around. These nuns did us a service. Be good and clean up."

She carries on. "I don't know if I'll be drinking that much again though. It's not exactly becoming of a tsarivna to behave like a slovenly drunk." She stands up. "Don't just sit around. These nuns did us a service. Be good and clean up."

"Perhaps," she says. "Or perhaps it's the gallons of ale I drank. Oh well." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

She rolls her eyes. "Very amusing, knave. Don't tease me just because my memory is a little hazy from last night."

"A little?"

"Fine. It's very hazy. I do remember intending to have my own way with you the very moment we were alone. I just... don't recall anything after that." As she fixes her clothes, she shakes her head and chuckles. "My lord. Could you imagine if you actually had offered me up in my sleep?"

"There'd have been a line of men," you say.

"I line of depraved perverts, you mean." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"What?" she says.

"Some of the men nearby had their eyes on youus," you explain. "I kept an eye out through the night."

Euna glances about at all the men. "My Lord. I hadn't even considered that. I suppose I wouldn't have, drunk as I was." She adjusts her clothes as though to double check that she's decent. "My apologies. I never meant for you to have to stay up the entire night."

"I'll survive."

"Still." She leans over and plants a deep kiss upon your lips. "You truly are my noble protectoran honorable lady. I am blessed to have you by my side. Thank you." Another kiss. "But there will be no need for another nightly vigil. I shall not be getting so drunk ever again."

"I wouldn't say never."

"I would." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. I'd like to help clean up."

You roll up the mat and gather the pillows. The nuns thank you when you bring the bundle to them, but Euna insists on going further, and the two of you spend the morning folding and stowing linens. You're the only two to help.

Soon, you're both out on the street. Euna breathes deep the morning air.

Grinning, Euna reaches low and spreads the girl's ass, although the nun doesn't notice. You climb on top, sandwiching the nun between you. Unlike her wet and inviting sex, the nun's asshole is dry and tight, and as soon as you start forcing your cock through, she squirms, but suddenly Euna clutches her.

"Shhhh, it's okay." Euna coos even as she pins the girl down. "Just enjoy it." She presses her hand over the girl's mouth until you've had your fun.

Euna pins the girl's wrists to the bed. "Take it."

Clothes off, you climb on top of the nun and lift her knees to her chest. There is her wet and inviting sex, and below it her dry and tight asshole. As soon as you start forcing your cock through, the nun jolts, but Euna is holding her hands down, and you've got her legs pinned against her chest. There's nothing she can do.

You saw in and out of the girl's clenching hole. She whimpers and struggles.

"Shhh," Euna coos. When the girl cries out, Euna sits fully on her face, smothering her. "Behave yourself like a good girl. That's it..." She takes hold of the girl's ankles and grinds herself against the girl's face.

With her hands free, the nun merely clenches the bed sheets.

"Good girl," Euna coos.

Euna gestures down. "Why don't you accept the invitation?"

Clothes off, you climb on top of the nun. Unlike her wet and inviting sex, her asshole is dry and tight, and as soon as you start forcing your cock through, she squirms to resist, but your body is pinning her down, and suddenly Euna's legs are squeezing her tight.

You saw in and out of the girl's clenching hole. She whimpers and struggles.

"Shhhh, don't stop." Euna coos. "Be a good girl and enjoy it." She presses the girl's face against her snatch. The girl hardly focuses on pleasing Euna with you hammering her tender hole, but Euna seems content to enjoy the sister's tearful whimpers against her sex.

After you've filled the nun's bowels with cum and climbed off, Euna comforts the girl. "Didn't that feel nice?"

She sniffles and shakes her head.

"Sure it did," Euna assures her. "You like being ravaged, don't you? You needed sex. The fact that it hurt a little just makes it all the better. Didn't you like feeling hisher hot cock filling you?"

The girl reluctantly nods.

"Good. Now let me kiss it and make it better." Euna untangles herself from the nun. Sitting on the bed, she spreads the nun's ass cheeks and bends to kiss her sore and enflamed hole. She shows it long and intimate love with plenty of worming tongue. The girl shudders and bites her lips to keep from moaning out.

"All better?" Euna asks.

The nun nods.

"Now thank the kind manwoman for ravaging your ass."

"Thank you, sirmadam."

"And now get some sleep." Euna soon has the nun tucked in and resting. Afterward, she sucks clean the mess left on your cock. All that's left is to get dressed.

Euna rolls the girl around so that she's lying on her back upon Euna. She's open for you, and when you climb upon that girl, there's nothing she can do about it, because Euna holds her down like a vice even as she nibbles along the girl's neck. She can only squirm when you dine on her flower. She whimpers when your lips fall upon her breasts.

Euna motions for you to help yourself. You're quickly between the sister's legs. She jolts when your tongue first touch, but with Euna on her face, there's nothing she can do.

When you move to suckle her tits, it doesn't take more than a brush of her clit to get the girl crying out into Euna's snatch. Euna however, is just getting warmed up.

You crawl between the nun's spread legs. Your touch upon her flower causes her to jerk up, only for Euna to steer her head back down to her snatch. Three women are in a row, mouth to crotch, with Euna at the head where she belongs.

But it's the girl who gets off first. She was dripping wet and so close to the edge. In her bucking and wailing, she neglects Euna no matter how much Euna grinds the girl's face against her. And so you lay a trail of kisses up the nun's buttocks, along her back, and over her shoulder so that you can show Euna the attention a mistress deserves. Your tongue hardly caresses her flower before she decides on something else.

"Here," Euna pulls you up to her. "Make love to me," she whispers, and you do. The sisters becomes little more than an aide to that love. While you and Euna shower each other with kisses, the nun is sandwiched between your breasts, left to suckle and and caress. When you and Euna snuggle, the nun is between your legs, imposing her tongue and fingers upon your flower. Her mouth is upon your cock. When Euna brings you to a toe curling orgasm with her tongue, she's experiencing her own because of the sister's face she sits upon.

After, when you're both sated, the sister continues to roam. Her snuggling against your breasts cause pleasurable little aftershocks.

But soon it's time to go. Euna coaxes the girl to cuddle up under the sheet. By the time you're both dressed, the nun is dozing with secretions drying upon her face, and the stench of two women upon her.

Euna hugs the nun close. She props the nun's legs wider using her own and then motions for you to climb on the bed. "Wouldn't you rather feel?"

You're quickly upon the bed with your clothes crumpled on the floor. Euna directs you to lie atop the nun, pinning her between you and Euna, skin to skin. Her sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister squeaks in alarm, but she can't move. So she settles on nibbling Euna's neck and tits. Euna pulls you close and kisses you with lusty passion. Your hands entwine. It's as though you two are making simple, affectionate love, except for a nun sandwiched between you two which you fuck like a piece of meat.

Euna motions for you to go right ahead. You're quickly on the bed and maneuvering the nun's legs wide. Her sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister jolts in alarm. However, Euna pins her arms down until she relaxes. Soon enough, you're enjoying this young nun while she suckles at Euna's sex inches from your face.

Euna squeezes her legs around the nun and motions for you to climb onto the bed. "Let's enjoy her together."

You're quickly on the bed with your clothes scattered. Euna directs you to lie atop the nun, skin to skin. Her wet sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister squeaks in alarm, but pinned beneath you and between Euna's constricting legs, she can't resist. With Euna's guiding hand on her head, she resumes her ministrations upon Euna.

Together, you enjoy this nun. You fuck away while Euna twitches pleasurably against the nun's tongue.

"Fill her," Euna whispers. "Impregnate this sweet sister of the cloth for me. Make her belly grow. Give her something to always remember us by."

You soon fill the nun's quim with your seed. While you dress, Euna enjoys the nun a little while longer before extricates herself. She tucks the nun into bed. "Sleep now," she says. "Get some rest."

The girl snuggles in to sleep with cum oozing from her quim.

"We shall." Euna extricates herself from the nun, much to the nun's whining disappointment. "Oh don't worry, you." She helps the nun get under the bed covers. The sister is already yawning. "Get some rest. Dream of me. And play with yourself." Euna places a sweet kiss upon the sister's lips. "I command you to."

With a sly smile, Euna leans to whisper in the nun's ear. The girl automatically looks at you, or rather to your crotch. She crawls toward you with a hungry, doped expression.

Your breechesleggings come down. Your cock springs free, and she hungrily sucks your cock as though desperate for it. It's as though you're not even there. It's just her and your cock.

Euna kneels behind the girl and pets her hair. "Good girl," she whispers. "Good good girl." Her other hand attacks the nun's sex. Fingers dig deep.

The nun keeps right on sucking even after you've climaxed. It's left up to you to disengage.

Your leggings come off and you crawl onto the bed on your knees. The nun rolls over like a good dog so you can scoot your sex over her with a knee on either side of her head. The nun digs in. Her tongue worms.

Crawling over her, Euna caresses a hand along the girl's neck and breasts. "Good girl," she whispers. "Good good girl." Her other hand attacks the nun's gash. Fingers dig deep.

The nun keeps right on tonguing long after she's brought you to a shuddering climax. It's left up to you to disengage.

Euna tucks her into bed and places a tender kiss on the nun's lips. The randy little nun immediately grows sleepy. Euna faces you. "And now it's time we slip away."

You and Euna soon depart the church.

"You took a lot of punishment, today," you say.

"I got a little carried away and forgot I was supposed to be making it easier for the poor sister, so I redirected."

"That was quite a redirect. Most people would have been begging for mercy."

She holds her chin high. "I very much believe I should be able to take any punishment I deliver."

You nod. "Strange for the nun to call out in heaven's name like that. I didn't think the Simori believed in heaven."

"When you're in pain, you can get confused," Euna replies.

"I'm sure." You watch her closely. "So you didn't happen to have agreed upon a safety word with her, would you?"

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." Her innocent expression is angelic.

"I noticed this nun called out to the heavens too," you say.

"Did she?" Euna replies. "I don't recall."

"I must say," she says. "I thoroughly enjoy this charity of ours. I could spend the rest of my life helping these nuns."

"If all charity was like this," you say, "so could I."

When you approach, Euna holds her arms open for you. It surprises her when you flip her over, lie on her body, and pin her hands to beside her head. Ignoring her warm inviting snatch, you press your cock to her tight, unlubricated asshole and force your way in.

Euna cries out in pain. She tries her best to relax for you, but you're not giving her enough time. What follows is a mindless, loveless fucking while she clutches the bedsheets and tries not to cry out. Despite the rough treatment, despite her tears, she's gasping lustily soon enough, even if some of those gasps are choked sobs.

You fill her and get off. Her asshole is red and and enflamed. Her breathes raggedly and sniffles.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed. We're leaving."

Knowing her place, Euna rushes to obey.

"Get dressed," you say. "I want to leave."

Euna pouts, yet she obeys. However, she's quite demure and inviting about dressing in front of you.

Euna holds her arms open for you, but rather than join her, you tug off your leggings, climb up on the bed, and squat down over her face. She's already lifting her head to stick her tongue up your snatch before you've even settled your weight upon her.

You grind against her face with abandon that she has to clutch the bedsheets, and her tits wobble. Even when you're scraping her lips and nose raw with your pussy, she seems to be getting more from this than you. Her body writhes and twitches. Her pelvis keeps lifting as though humping something.

Somehow, your loveless grinding causes her to climax, without a finger touching her cunt. She cries into your cunt. It comes out blubberly, because you never stop humping her mouth, because she's setting you off too. Your moans are nothing compared to hers.

Afterward, she's left gasping, red-faced and tear-streaked. While you dress, she watches you from the bed wiping spit and girl-cum from her face.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed."

Euna holds her arms open for you, but rather than join her, you orient her so her head hangs off the edge of the bed nearest you. Her mouth is already open to accept your hardening member.

You fuck her face with abandon while she clutches the bedsheets. Her tits wobble from your thrusts. Her body writhes and twitches. Her pelvis keeps lifting as though humping an invisible cock. Even as your balls slap her nose, her own pleasure builds as though she'sShe's getting more from this than you.

Somehow, your loveless fucking of her face causes her to climax, without a finger touching her cunt. Her spasms, and her moans make her throat vibrate against your cock. It sets you off. You bury deep and fire cum into her stomach until she's thrashing. Her orgasm only seems to grow stronger.

Afterward, she's left gasping, red-faced and tear-streaked. While you dress, she watches you from her upside down perch and licks spittle and cum from her lips.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed."

Stripping, you fall upon her, and her limbs entwine about you. Her sex takes you into herself with ease, and every inch of your invading cock causes her a spasm of pleasure.

All throughout sex, she clings to you feverishly. "Oh Lord I love you." She kisses and nibbles your neck and breasts with frantic mania. "Fuck me. Fill me. I want to be yours forever." She seems out of breath she's so overcome, and she holds you to her so tightly it nearly squeezes the air out of you.

When you climax, she feels your throbbing cock inside her, and it sets her off. She screams out in a moan so powerful that the whole church must hear. Her cunt is vice-like upon your shaft, as though to hold you forever. Tears stream from her eyes, and her moans turn to sobs even as she convulses.

You've long since spent your load by the time she finally comes down. She weeps silently to herself until she grows more lucid.

You fall upon her, but you've hardly a chance to touch her body before she attacks ferociously. Suddenly, she's on top, and she's fussing with your clothes to get at your flesh beneath.

All throughout sex, she kisses and nibbles with frantic mania. "Oh Lord, I love you," she mutters between kisses. No matter what her lips are doing, her sex grinds against you somewhere. When her lips suckle your neck and breasts, she grinds against your thigh. When her lips dine upon your own quim, she grinds against your face. When her lips moan because she's dangling her breasts over you to feel your mouth upon her, she grinds against your working finger. When your lips meet for an endless expression of love, her sex grinds against yours with such fevered desperation that she howls her pleasure for all the church to hear.

Long after you two finish, she cluches you and weeps.

"I'm sorry," she mutters. "It was just so... Everything about it was so beautiful. You've made me so happy." She sniffles. "Damn this ambrosia. It's so... overwhelming."

"Let's walk." You hand Euna her clothes. "It'll help you calm down."

Outside the church, Euna's head begins to clear.

"That was the most agonizing session I've ever suffered on the pillory," Euna says.

"Are you all right?"

"I am now, yes, but back on the pillory, I didn't know how I was going to survive. I was powerless. I wished so much for a safety word, something I could do to make it end." She bites her lip. "But then it wouldn't have been the same if there was."

"You enjoyed it?"

"I don't know if that's the right word. But there was something thrilling about truly being at their mercy. I think... I think... I might have climaxed."

"On the pillory?"

"I don't know. Maybe that's not what it was. But after going far past what I thought I could handle, there was a... a sort of high." She ponders. "I think my true limit is far beyond what I think it is. Who knows?"

"They were especially cruel on the pillory today," Euna says. "It's a good thing I didn't have a safety word. I don't think I could have helped myself."

"Oh Lord that was all so intense," she says.

"What parts?"

"Everything. Every minute on that pillory is seared in my mind. And afterward in the church, it's... Well actually it's all a bit of a haze, but I remember it being quite gratifying. That ambrosia is amazing."

"We shall." Euna stoops and gives the affectionate nun in her lap a kiss upon her head. Rising, she gives mother prefect Janan a hug. "If there is ever anything we can do for you, tell us."

"You are a good soul. Go in peace."

Outside the church, you and Euna walk together.

"That was quite an offer you just made," you say.

"They just handed us youth in a bottle because I tortured one of their sisters with less malice than they're accustom to. If there was ever a group of people who need help, it's them."

"I'm not sure how much two strangers to this land can do for that church."

"Those sisters are simply glad that somebody gives a damn about them, but we can help. We can always conduct the pillory crowds again. The sister I tormented today even told me what days are normally her turn."

"Really?"

"Really. She even told me I didn't need to go nearly as easy on her next time. Not once today did she use the safe word I gave her."

"Do you plan to go harder?"

"Without a doubt." Euna turns to you. "Today when I was standing on that platform stirring the audience, I swear to you, I cannot believe how aroused I was inflicting punishment on that sweet, innocent, willing young girl, and I wanted to go so much farther. I think being a mistress of pain is my true calling."

"And now that we have the ambrosia," you say, "you don't need to worry so much about maiming your prey."

"Exactly, which also means we can take our own games of sadism to greater extremes. I don't want you worrying about marring my body."

"Your body?"

"You are my teacher in all things sexual. It's through your torment that I learned how exquisite pain can be. So yes. My body. You will continue to inspire me, and I want you to go farther than before. Teach me with my body how to better torment others. So that I might become a master myself." Her eyes twinkle. "Just because I happen to enjoy your torment is entirely beside the point."

"Then I will step up my lessons."

"Good," she says. "In the meantime, I look forward to finding my own flock to put under my boot. And one day..." She taps your nose, "You will be a part of my flock. Now, where are we going?"

Euna finally stands still long enough for the nun to finish lacing her bodice. Once that's done, she turns a warm smile on Janan. Her eyes seem more lucid, though that doesn't stop her from throwing her arms around the mother prefect and molding her body against the woman. Her lips press to Janan's neck. "Thank you."

Janan reciprocates with a gentle, matronly hug. "You are a good child. Go in peace."

By the time you're outside the church, Euna is nearly back to normal.

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"Just fine, now," she replies. "Actually, unbelievably well. I could dance for ages. And eat a whole banquet. Or sleep for an eternity. Or..." She bites her lip and eyes you suggestively. "Whatever I do, I feel like it will be amazing! And my injuries. Look!" She shows you the faded blemishes where she'd bled earlier today. "That ambrosia is remarkable. All for an hour in the pillory."

"Do you think you'd do it again?"

"For those sisters, I would do anything. They may be the most honest and good people I've ever known, but I didn't do it for them." She sidles close. "I did it because you ordered me to, and I will always obey. So it's up to you if I do it again."

"Good answer."

She leans on you as you two walk. "But if you ever do make me do it again," she says. "You don't have to go so easy next time. Or ever."

"I don't?"

She shakes her head. "My biggest fear with these masochistic games of ours was that I might forever mar my body, but now that we have the ambrosia, that's not a worry anymore. Is it?"

"How far do you want to take it?"

"I want you to make me scream," she says. "Make me bleed. Promise me, please. Promise me that you'll hurt me. I... want more."

"We'll see what happens."

"Now, where are we going, my mastermistress?"

You're standing before a church—large circular building whose curving walls are made of marble, and whose roof is a massive dome. Though the building is a marvel of engineering, it's spartan and efficient design contrasts with the city around it.

The symbol above the double wooden doors shows the silhouette of a bird creature with its winged arms outstretched. From its waist down, it has the body of a lion, but upward, it has the features of a beautiful human female, its bare breasts prominent.

You're standing before the church.

You are in the heart of the city along a major avenue, and a festival is occurring. Hundreds of people are crowded here, dancing and playing to minstrels sitting upon a stage in the center square. Everyone, from dancers to players, is young and attractive.

"My word," says Euna. "Look at how these people are dressed. That man is wearing nothing but a pair of tights. That woman's skirt is so short, you can see her... her buttocks."

"You can."

"And look at her." She points to a woman wearing a skirt that comes down to her ankles, but for a top, the woman has only a strip across her breasts.

"It's just a loop of fabric!" Euna says. "And this place reeks of drink. You'd think beer flowed through the streets. They're quite shameless. Aren't they?"

"Look at them." You point out nearby pair. A woman has her skirt pulled up about her waist. A man behind her has his breeches lowered. He's rutting her enthusiastically. Nobody around them minds.

Euna averts her gaze. "Shameless. What kind of city is this?"

You're again in the festival before the palace. Hundreds dance as minstrels perform. Many are drunk and in various states of undress. Lascivious behavior is everywhere.

"What? Why?" she asks.

"It's getting in the way of the harness."

"So? It wasn't a problem last time."

"It was, actually. Don't you remember how awkward it was?"

"I managed. I don't want to be exposed to everyone."

"You already were. The first time the rope caught your fall, your skirt rode up about your waist. It'll be safer and more comfortable if you just take off your skirt."

After a moment of narrowed eyes, Euna shimmies her skirt down to her ankles. Her bald pussy is exposed.Her furred pussy is exposed. "I will trust you, though I know I shouldn't. If you're just taking advantage ofplaying a prank on me, then shame on you."

"Again with climbing?" she asks. "Skirt off, I suppose."

"It's for the best."

She whisks away her skirt and stands before you exposed.

"Very well." She hikes up her skirt about her waist, exposing her bald slit.furry muff.

Euna sighs. "This again..." She holds up her skirt and chemise, but keeps it just low enough to remain descent.

"I think I'd actually prefer to work my wiles upon the guards instead," she says. "It works."

"Maybe, but today let's climb."

"Perhaps we'd have better luck getting past the guards," she says.

"Perhaps we'll try another day."

"Are you serious. Why?"

"The rope isn't really secure that way."

"The rope doesn't even pass over my bodice. How would it help?"

"It doesn't matter," you say. "I'm telling you to take it off."

"Oh! I see. As you wish."

"It's plenty secure. I don't see how it would make a difference." She regards you. "Just admit that you want me to take my top off and I'll do it. There's no need for this charade."

"Okay then, I do."

"You do what? Ask nicely."

"Please, Your Highness. I would like you to remove your top for me."

"Very well. That's all you had to say."

Euna unfastens her bodice and tugs it off overhead. She is left fully nude before you.

You tie the rope runs down her ass and along her slit. Any weight will torture her there. Euna regards you demurely as you make sure it's nice and tight.

You wrap opposite lengths of rope around her waist and twirl them together behind her back. The combined length then runs between her legs, going down the valley of her ass and over her vulva. In the front, you tie the ropes into the knot from which you'll belay her.

"Interesting harness," Euna says dryly.

"It's not too tight, is it?"

"It will become very tight in a very uncomfortable place if I put my weight on the rope."

"Good. Maybe now you'll actually try climbing instead of letting me pull you up."

"You weren't pulling me up. I was climbing."

"Then this should be no problem then, right?"

Her eyes narrow. "Interesting... And if I should slip and fall onto this rope?"

"This will encourage you not to," you reply.

She bites her lip. "A harsh punishment. I see you believe in teaching with the stick."

"You'll thank me once you're an expert climber."

First, you climb up and then help her afterward. Puffing and sweaty, she glances over the other side to make sure no one is around before straddling the wall.

If anyone were to look up, they'd see her sitting here bottomless.

"This is exposed," she says. "I'm going to be mooning the town the entire way down the other side."

"So? Weren't you before? Anyone below could always have looked up your skirt."

"This is different." She gestures to her naked lower half. "Maybe we should have you climb without pants so you can know what it's like. Now hurry. Get me down the other side before someone sees us."

You belay her down. The moment she's on the street, she takes cover behind a crate and dresses.

By the time you're down, she's decent.

"That was interesting," she says. "Though far less necessary than you made it out to be. I feel like the whole city saw my intimates?"

"And if they did?"

She blushes. "Then I hope they like what they saw. Let's get moving."

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. With the rope running over her slit, she's forced to actually climb, and any time she starts slowing down, you pull on the rope to encourage her along.

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. With the rope running over her slit, she's forced to actually climb instead of relying on you to pull her weight. As a result, her progress is tedious.

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. Though she climbs some, she relies heavily upon the rope. You're supporting much of her weight. The few times you leave her with a little slack, she refuses to move until you make the rope taught again.

Today, she actually makes it on her own, at a good clip too. After cresting the top, she takes a moment to breath and fan her sweaty brow, then inspects the damage between her legs. Hardly more than a red strip.

"Either I'm getting too good," she says. "Or you're going to easy on me. That was hardly a challenge."

You help her down the other side, and then you climb down yourself. On the other side, she lets you unfasten the rope from around her waist.

After she's over and down, you climb down after her.

Euna inspects her groin. The ropes have left her vaginal lips red and tender. "Not too bad," she says.

You take the slack out of the rope and pull.

"Ow, ow. Stop. What are you doing?"

"You're taking too long," you say.

"This is hard. Stop." Euna scrabbles up the wall as best she can. Every gain she makes only buys her seconds before you pull the slack out of the rope. The longer she delays, the harder you pull.

Two-thirds up. "Stop. I need to rest!"

"You're almost there. Keep going." You pull, but this time she doesn't move. You put your weight into it, still nothing.

"I give up," she says. "Can you pull me up?"

"It's going to hurt."

"I accept my punishment."

"If you really do, take your hands off the rope, and I'll pull you up."

A mischievous look comes over her. She forces herself to let go of the rope. At first, she squirms, but her eyes lock onto yours, and she stills.

Once you've hauled her to the top, she swings her leg over and inspects her crotch. The rope is biting into her slit. Her labia hugs the hemp. Her flesh is an angry red, and she winces at the slightest touch.

"Ready to go down the other side?" you say.

She steels herself and swings her leg over. "I'm ready. Am I to try climbing again? Or is my punishment to continue?"

"What do you think?"

The same look comes over her. She dangles her weight on the rope. It hurts even more now. Every jostle causes her to whimper. The moment she's on the ground, Euna sits and tends to her tortured groin.

She grasps the rope instead of the wall. Suddenly, you're having to supporting most of her weight. She stares up at you with a look of satisfaction, even as she grimaces.

"That must be painful," you say.

"Very. But if it's the price for a rest, then I accept my punishment. In fact, I think I'm done." Euna kicks away from the wall. "You can pull me up, because I'm not climbing any more."

"Or I could leave you dangling?" You shift the rope a little, causing her to jiggle. She winces, but remains firm.

"You can. How long can you hold me up? As long as I can take this pain? I bet not." Staring you in the eye, she lets go of the rope. "You better get pulling before your arms get tired."

You haul her up. By the time she's at the top, your arms and back are burning.

"You've outwitted me," you say.

"Of course." Euna inspects her crotch. The rope is biting into her slit. Her labia hugs the hemp. Her flesh is an angry red, and though she winces at the slightest touch, she seems unconcerned. "You're mistake was turning me on to pain. Now. I'll give you a minute to rest, and then you're lowering me down the other side."

"You want more?"

"I said I was done climbing, didn't I?" She swings over to the other sides and dangles, forcing you to lower her by rope. At the bottom, she waits patiently for you.

You climb down, which is a chore given how tired your arms are. Euna is dressed and out of the harness by the time you're on the ground. She's inspecting herself once again. A bright red welt runs between her tender pussy and ass. She will certainly be sore.

"Was it worth it?" you ask.

"What's a little pain for the rest of the day? Shall we go?"

You climb up and then help her afterward. At the top, she straddles the wall. She glistens with sweat, and her nude body is plain to see from many streets, yet she doesn't cover herself. Actually, she's rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against the marble. One hand traces her thighs and waist.

"Anyone could look up here," she says. "They'd see me sitting upon their wall completely nude. What do you think they'd say?"

"Now that's a beautiful view."

"Of course they would." Her hand trails and circles her breast.

"Maybe you should give them a show," you say.

She grins. "I tantalizing idea, though foolhardy for how treacherous this wall is. We should get down."

She swings her other leg over the wall and climbs down. By the time you catch up, she's already dressed. "That was interesting," she says. "But so absolutely unnecessary."

"Who cares about that?"

"You don't. Clearly. Shall we get moving?"

After climbing up, you belay her. Unlike before, she's not so quick to let you support her weight and actually climbs with her own two hands. As a result, she inches up the wall.

Many times when you pull up the slack, she snatches the rope to keep you from pulling too tight.

Part way up, she halts and just clings to the wall. "My arms are getting tired."

"You've got to finish."

"My grip is getting weak."

"You're almost there."

You feel tension in the rope. She's resting on the harness, despite what it's digging into.

"I can pull you up if you'd like," you pull a little.

She winces and catches the rope. "No. Ow. No."

"Then climb. The longer you take, the more tired you'll get."

Several painstaking minutes later, she crests the top, sweaty and exhausted. The moment she's straddling the marble, she clutches her exhausted arms, and then inspects the ropes. It's pressed into her gash. When she pulls it away, it reveals a red mark running over her ass and pussy. The flesh looks tender. "You're devious."

"But look. You climbed almost entirely without help."

"Almost." She rubs her tender slit. "Next time I'll do better."

"Next time?"

Her eyes twinkle. "You are right. I actually climbed. Looks like I just needed motivation. But I don't think I can take any more for now."

You unfasten the part of the rope between her legs. After belaying her, you climb down and join her. She already has the harness off and is massaging herself between her legs.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'll be fine. Let's get moving."

She grins. "I like that idea."

"I figured you would. Shall we go?"

"We shall," she replies.

Her eyes narrow. "Interesting fantasy of yours..."

"You've hopelessly fallen for my roguish charms.seductive allure."

"Mmhmm. So we ran away together?"

"Your parents didn't approve of our love."

"I'm certain," she says, "and why should I go along with this story?"

"It works. It explains why you don't have any wealth with you, and why we're so far from home."

She mulls it over. "It does serve its purpose. I suppose that makes me the infatuated young maiden who's attracted to danger.who falls for the wrong sort of women. I'll see if I can play the part. Shall we?"

Together, you emerge from the alley way.

You arrive at a garden plaza surrounded by homes. Pleasant walking paths pass along bushes and trees and well-manicured flower beds. Pleasing smells fill the air, from lavender, to rose, to cinnamon. It's isolated here. No one is about, though there are the sounds of distant festivities.

"Oh my," Euna wanders around. She smells a few flowers. "It reminds me of the palace garden back home. It's beautiful here."

"It is," you agree.

"Where shall we go?"

You're in the garden plaza. Sculpted flora and enticing scents surround you.

Euna presses her bottom against the guard's hand, signaling him to go ahead.

The guard chuckles. "Aren't you a friendly noble. You like this?" He squeezes her ass fiercely. Euna winces and presses her lips together. In no time, the guard moves his hand down to her pussy and presses two fingers into her. They slide in easily. "You really like this."

The other guard presses his finger into her anus, slowly worming it in and out. Euna wriggles her butt at the attention, encouraging them to push deeper. They take their time fingering her holes.

A loud cough comes from someone waiting farther down the line. The guards remember that they have a job to do and pull away.

"You're certainly a noble," the guards say. "Head on in."

Euna drops her skirt and the two of you scamper into the city.

"A wonderful show." you say.

"Lord, I loved it! It was so delightfully sinful. Shame there were others in line." She glances at you. "You know, I would have gone farther."

Euna stiffens, but lets the guards squeeze and caress her ass. It's as though they're inspecting a grade of meat. One slides two fingers inside of her.

Euna squeaks and recoils. "All right. Surely you've seen enough." Straightening, she hurriedly drops her skirt.

"Fair enough." The guards are grinning. "Go on through."

You and Euna head through the gate.

Inside the city, she turns to you. "I'm sorry. It was just... I got a little scared."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have let them touch you." you say.

"No, no. It's fine. I liked it. I just got scared. Please, don't stop pushing me."

You grin. "As you wish, Your Highness."

Euna flinches. Her hands move to pull her skirt down, but she holds back. The guards take turns sliding their fingers into her wet slit.

"Looks good," they say. "Head on in you two."

She drops her skirt and you both head into the town.

"How did I do?" she asks.

"Lovely. Did you enjoy yourself."

"I thought I was going to faint. My heart is racing, but Heavens was that arousing!"

"I could tell."

"What shall we do now?"

"You mean show them something more?"

"Yes, I do. Your breasts aren't enough anymore."

"Then I suppose I'll have to, won't I?" Her eyes twinkle.

You approach the guards.

"So," they say. "Think you can convince us you're nobleborn after all?"

"A show? As in expose myself to them?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Have you ever considered that simply flirting with them might be enough?"

"It might be, but you're going to do more than that."

"I suppose I shall do it then. I did ask you to help broaden my horizons." Her eyes twinkle.

The guards wave you forward. "Signets."

"We haven't got them," Euna says.

"How do we know you're nobleborn then?"

"Perhaps this will convince you." Without pause, Euna yanks down her bodice. Her ample breasts spill free. "These are not some commoner bags. Look at how smooth my skin is." She sensuously rubs her fingers around her nipples. "Look at how pink and tender these are." She tweaks and pulls at them until both stand out. "These, men, are noble breasts. Surely you can see this. And if my bosom isn't enough. This surely will be." Turning around, she hinges at the hip and flips her skirt onto her back. Both men have prime views of her bare ass. "Surely this is not the buttocks of common rabble." She strokes the globes of her ass, then slides two fingers down either side of her pussy. "And this is certainly not a commoner's snatch. It is a fine flower. You must see that."

They scrutinize it. "I suppose you might be right. What do you think?" one asks the other

"We can let them in for now," the other replies. "Go on you two."

Euna fixes her skirt and scoops her breasts back into her bodice. You both hurry along inside.

"You'll have to show that much every time now," you say.

"I guess I will, won't I? How unfortunate."

"Am I now?" she asks. "Maybe you'd like to help show me off?"

"I'd love to."

Soon, you're both before the guards. "Signets," they say.

"I'm afraid we don't have our signets," you say, "but surely if you'll inspect my lady, you'll see she's clearly of noble birth."

Stepping forward demurely, Euna turns and bends over. You pull her skirt up to fully expose her to the guards.

"See this?" You stroke a hand along her ass. "This is a noblewoman's buttocks. And this..." You run a finger along her pussy, then spread her lips open, revealing the pink of her labia. "Surely these petals are noble born."

The guards lean close and scrutinize her while Euna waits patiently. "Hmm," they say. "It's a fine looking snatch."

Suddenly the other man grabs Euna's ass. Euna startles.

"Yes, yes. Have a good feel. Make sure."

"None of that, sirs. She is a noblewoman, not a wenchWe are noblewomen, not wenches."

The guard stops. Euna looks clearly relieved.

"Oh, fine," they say. "She's noble enough. Go on, you two."

You lower Euna's skirt, and you both hurry through the gate.

"Those men certainly take liberties, don't they?" she says.

"I hope it wasn't too much."

"It's fine. Actually, I'm rather taken with the idea of men groping me simply because you want it. It's so lewd. Though I'm not sure I'd go through with it."

"Maybe you just need a push."

"Maybe."

The guards stop. "Oh, fine," they say. "She's noble, sure enough. Go on, you two."

Euna lowers her skirk, and both of you hurry through the gate.

"You didn't have to stop him," she says. "Maybe they needed to get a good feel before they could be sure."

"That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of them."

"And I'm not much of a lady these days either."

"What? No! You're not doing that," Euna says.

"Why not? It's nothing I haven't done before."

"I'm sure, but that's not the point. While you're with me, you'll maintain a level of dignity. Don't act like some common trollop."

"Isn't that what I am? Isn't that what you've called me many times before."

"Maybe you should strive to be something better," she says, exasperated. "You're not doing it, and that's final."

"Very well," she says. "I'd hate to deprive you of your fun."

It isn't very hard to convince the guards. Soon, you find yourself on your knees in their tiny gatehouse. The guard is leaned against the wall over you while you expertly suck his cock.

Euna watches from a nearby stool as you suck off the first, but when the second guard comes in for his turn, she's on her knees beside you to get a closer look.

The guard chuckles. "Heh. You want to take over?"

"I'm just watching," Euna replies. "Carry on."

You keep sucking and nibbling and bobbing down on his cock. Euna watches. Then her hand is on your shoulder. Her expression beckons you to let her have a turn. She takes the guard's stiff, wet member in her hands, and after a moment's hesitation, she takes him into her mouth.

And she sucks, and she bobs a little. Her hands don't do much, but she's giving it her all. The guard isn't thrilled with this performance, and with a grunt of disapproval, he steers her head away and points his cock back at you.

You finish sucking the guard off while Euna watches. She looks miffed.

She talks about it after you two are in the city. "Well, that was rude of him."

"You sucked his cock," you say. "Whatever brought that on?"

"I don't know. You made it seem so normal that I took leave of my senses, but you'd think he'd consider himself fortunate that I would debase myself by fellating him, but for him to spurn me?"

"Maybe he just prefers a more experienced mouth," you reply.

"What difference does it make?" Euna asks. "A mouth is a mouth. I was doing everything you were doing." She waves it off. "Ah, nevermind. We're in the city now."

"What? You'd really do that?" Euna asks.

"Why not? It's nothing I haven't done before," you say.

"I'm sure, but why? We already have other ways into the city."

"You mean going over the wall? The one that you hate climbing?"

"I'm not fond of it, but I can manage."

"Let me do this for you," you say. "It's no trouble for me."

"Very well. It's your dignity."

You both reach the guards. "Signets," they mutter.

You saunter up to the guards. "No signets." You lean close. Bbut if you take me somewhere private, I'll get on my knees and beg you to let us in."

Both guards look you up and down. They like what they see. "Yeah?" one says. "We've got a private place."

They lead you toward the gatehouse and motion Euna to passon through, but she lingers.

"You can go," they say. "We'll send your little friend along after heshe pays the toll."

She frets. "Actually, I'd like to stay with her. I'll just watch though."

They shrug, and Euna follows too.

The gatehouse is cramped, no wider than the wall it's built into, and it's only features are a few stools, a bench of supplies and waterskins, and a workshift chart on the wall.

The guard gets you pressed into the corner by a narrow barred window so he can keep an eye outside while you're squatted down sucking his cock. Euna sits on a bench and watches intently, both for this guard, and when the second guard comes in for his turn to get his pole polished. In the end, two guards return to their post with empty balls and content smiles, and you and Euna are shepherded on into the city.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Euna says dryly. "I know how much your virtues mean to you."

"Did you enjoy the show," you ask, wiping away the cum lashed to your chin.

"It was interesting," Euna says. "I don't understand why you let them use you like a common trollop."

"First of all, I'm a one-of-a-kind trollop. And secondly, I used them. Their job is to keep riffraff out of the city, but I just enticed them into breaking the rules for us."

"But at what cost?"

"At no cost. I had fun sucking their cocks. You only think there was a cost because your old religion taught you to think of your chastity as something you can lose."

"What about your pride?"

"Pride is a sin, remember? A humble man is not ashamed to dirty his hands tilling a field. Why should he be ashamed to suck a cock?And a humble woman shouldn't be ashamed to suck a cock."

"Interesting way to look at it. Either way, thank you for getting us in. This was nicer than the alternative."

"It was my honor, Your Highness."

"Both of us?" she asks.

"Think of it as something we can do together."

She chews her lip. "Very well. Lord, this is naughty." She turns to you. "But you'll lead, won't you? I'm unsure how much I want to participate."

"Sure. More cock for me. So you're up for this?"

She eyes the guards nervously. "It would be an opportunity to practice, wouldn't it?"

You do the talking with the guards. After a little flirting, one leads you both into the guardhouse built into the gate, and you find yourselves kneeling together in the small room's corner. You start it off by tugging down the guard's breeches and taking his cock into your mouth while Euna watches from inches away. You get him fully erect and on his way, but now it's Euna's turn. Her skills today are admirable, and the guard groans appreciatively.

Back and forth you two go, until you're ministering to his cock together. She sucks his pole while you nurse his sack. Or you both nibble along his shaft, lips meeting and kissing occasionally. His cum fills your mouth while Euna has her mouth fixed over his nuts, but with a passionate locking of lips, you and Euna share the load back and forth until none is left.

The next guard is much the same, only Euna doesn't need time to shed her modesty. It ends with both your side-by-side faces upturned with mouths open—two targets for his cum. He spills upon both your faces, and it takes much licking and suckling for you two to clean each other.

"And to think," Euna says once you're both inside the city. "There must be women who get turned away by those guards simply because they're too proud to enjoy a little cock sucking."

"That was utterly obscene," Euna says after you're both in the city. "It was a sex act without an ounce of love. ...except between the two of us." Her eyes twinkle.

"Flirt with them?" She glances at the guard. "How?"

"Just smile. Act friendly. Compliment him. It should be easy."

"What if it doesn't work?" she asks.

"Then no harm done. Besides," you pull her close and whisper, "you could always show him a little. That would definitely work."

"No!" she bats at you. "I couldn't possibly do that."

"Just follow my lead." You pull her close and whisper, "but we might have to show them a little."

"No!" she bats at you. "I couldn't possibly do that."

"Are you sure? It doesn't turn you on to know how much the guards would treasure the sight of your body?"

She grins, remembering that sultry conversation. "That's all fun to fantasize about, but actually doing it...?"

"I dare you to."

She thinks. "Fine. I'll flirt with him, but that's it."

"Then you just do the flirting. I'll do the showing."

She thinks. "Fine. I can do that."

You two get up to the guards. "Welcome to Cockaigne," one mutters. "Signets, please."

"Hello there," she says alluringly. My "useless slavelady-in-waiting here forgot to bring my signet when we left home."My friend and I only just now realized we left our signets at home. I don't suppose you could let us through. Surely you can see I'm nobility."

"Listen, lady," one guard says. "I hear that story a hundred times a day."

"I'll be grateful if you did. You'd be my favorite pair of guards."

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Maybe I could show you something in return." With quivering hands, she raises the hem of her dress suggestively.

He smile patiently. "Nobility or not. You don't have your signets."

She pulls you up beside her. "Perhaps my lady has brought something else you'd rather see?"

You teasingly pull your neckline down to reveal one of your breasts. You play with it innocently.

Both guards grin. "Huh. Not bad. I think I remember seeing her signet after all." Then he looks at Euna. "But what what about yours?"

Euna blanks. "Mine?"

"Yeh. Two women. Two signets."

"I... all right," she says.

The guards' eyebrow rise. He watches her, intrigued.

Euna steels herself, then yanks her dress up, revealing her baldblond, furry pussy.

The guards leer. The first chuckles. "All right, little ladyladies. That gets you in today. Move along."

Releasing her breath, Euna drops her dress. She's gasping as you escort her in the gate.

"Oh, my heavens," she says. "I can't believe I did that."

"That was amazing," you say.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"But it worked. You were lovely. When I said show a little, I meant your breasts. You surprised me."You showed more than I did. I'm impressed."

"I can't very well show him my breasts while wearing this chemise, can I?" she says. "Did I go too far? I wonder what he thinks of me?"

"He probably thinks you're a beautiful womanwe're a pair of sexy women he was lucky enough to ogle, but who cares what he thinks? How do you feel?"

"I feel... I feel so naughty. It went against everything I've been taught."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes! That was so exciting! Should I not? It was inappropriate. I certainly shouldn't have."

"Which is what made it so amazing," you say. "Don't worry. You'll get a chance to do it again. But later. We're inside now."

"Yes," she says, calming down. "Where shall we go?"

Euna's eyes light with mischief. "I think so."

You and Euna approach.

"You two again," one guard says. "Don't suppose you remembered your signet this time."

"We forgot," you say, "but can't you see that my lady is nobleborn."

"Maybe." Both guards turn to her.

"We forgot," you say, "but can't you see we're both nobleborn? Just look at these." You pull your tunic up to reveal your tits.

"Those work too." Both guards turn to Euna. "What about you?"

Euna glances back at the others in line. Steeling herself, she unfastens the lace of her bodice. Once it's loose, she yanks the neckline of her chemise down, letting her breasts spill out. She hoists them from beneath to show the men their heft and suppleness.

"Surely these are nobleborn breasts, aren't they?" Euna's voice quivers.

The guards grin. "They sure are. All right, both of you. Get on in."

You and Euna scamper by. She's hastily tucking her breasts away. Inside the gate, she gasps. "Lord, that's so exhilarating! I still can't believe I'm doing it."

"I noticed you didn't show them your flower this time."

"No," she says firmly. "That was only that one time. Because I panicked. I might be enjoying this, but I do have my limits."

Euna's eyes light with mischief. "I think so."

You and Euna approach.

"No signets again?" one guard says.

"We forgot," you say, "but clearly my lady is nobleborn." In response, Euna tugs down her bodice to reveal her tits.

"We forgot," you say, "but clearly you can see we're both nobleborn." Both you and Euna expose your tits.

The guards smirk at one another. "I don't know..." one says. "I've seen good tits on plenty of wenches. I don't think those prove anything."

Euna blanks. "What? But it was good enough before."

"It's not today, so unless you've got some better way of proving you're nobleborn, step out of line so that others can get in."

You and Euna collected off to the side. "I guess that's not going to work anymore," Euna says. "The toll has gone up."

You and Euna get in line. As soon as you reach the front, the guards give you a knowing grin and wave you both through. They're the same guards from earlier today.

"Privately?" Her eyes widen. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Whatever it takes," you say.

"But... is it even necessary? I could get us in for much less. A flash perhaps. Maybe a grope, and that would be enough, surely."

"I'm sure it would be, but what if today you did more?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Ah," she says. "This has nothing to do with getting into the city, does it?"

"I mean, it will get us in."

She eyes the guards ahead. "I... What if they want me to sleep with them? I don't know if I could do that."

"Then don't. There are other ways to convince them."

"But surely it will be far more than just a grope." She still studies the guards ahead warily.

"If you don't want to do this, that's fine. You can just flash them."

"Privately?" Her eyes widen. "You're not coming with me?"

"You're good enough to handle them both by yourself, don't you think?"

"Sure, but I'd rather do it with you. Together, it's a naughty thing we do together. We have fun. If I'm alone in there, then it's just a loveless, crass act."

"I know."

"Ah," she says. "This has nothing to do with getting into the city, does it?"

"I mean, it will get us in."

"What if they get handsy?" she asks.

"Sometimes they do. It's no big deal, is it?"

"But what if they get the wrong idea. Maybe they'll try something. You won't be there to look after me."

"If you're really not comfortable with this, then I'll come with you and we'll do it together."

She's silent for a while. "No. No, I... I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"No. Yes. Yes, I am. Oh Lords, my heart is beating. I'm going to do this before lose my nerve."

Euna bites her lip. "You want me to suck their cocks, don't you?"

"I do."

"Then I'll do it."

Today, the guards stop you both as usual. "Signets."

"We don't have any signets," Euna says, "but if you'd like to take me aside, perhaps to somewhere private, I'll show you how badly we want to get in." Euna suggestively runs her finger along her chest.

The guards grin. "Private, huh?" One cups her chin and studies her features. He turns her this way and that, and feels her breasts. She puts up no resistance. "Yeah. Now that I think about it, I'm due for a break." To his partner, he says, "manage the line for a while." He guides Euna toward their guard tower built into the city gate.

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'll need convincing too."

Euna stiffens upon hearing this, but continues along with the guard. They disappear inside. You're left waiting. Several people have filtered into the city when the tower door opens and first guard returns. He nods to the second, who then enters the tower for his turn.

The guards grin. "Private, huh?" Cupping her chin, one guards turns her face this way and that. Suddenly, he gropes her breast, and she stiffens. His hands continue to roam, going low and groping her sex through her clothes while she tries not to cringe away. "Now that I think about it, I'm due for a break."

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'll need convincing too."

Meanwhile, they let you through. A while later, Euna follows.

"How was it?" you ask.

She runs up and hugs you. For a moment, she seems upset, but when she pulls away, she's shining. "Oh Lord, that was exhilarating. I was so scared, but I did it. Oh, I'm such a harlot."

"What did you do?"

"The first man told me to show my chest, so I did. I was afraid he'd force himself on me, but then he just started feeling my body. When I saw he got hard, I offered to pleasure him with my mouth. I think my voice quavered, because he laughed, but then I got on my knees and did the best I could. He even said I was an expert cocksucker." She beams.It took him a while though. He seemed impatient..." She frowns. "The next man came in afterward, but by then I wasn't afraid anymore. I let him grope me until he got hard, and then I pleased him same as the other."

"Are you glad you did it?"

"Yes. Lord, it was so wrong, but I've never felt so alive. Thank you for talking me into it."

She opens her mouth and shows you a pool of pearly cum cupped upon her tongue. Once you've looked, she swallows and smiles contentedly. "It was exhilarating. I was so scared, but once they got started, I was fine."

"What did they do?"

"The first man played with my breasts and pussy for a while, then I got down and sucked his cock.then he had me kneel and suck his cock. I was still on my knees when the second one came in. He didn't waste any time."

"Did you enjoy yourself."

"I know I shouldn't have, but it's just so naughty!"

Her eyes widen momentarily, then a grin comes over her face. "Very well. I accept the challenge.""If that is your wish."

Your turn with the guards comes. "Signets."

"We have none, but surely my lady can convince you to let us in," you say. "Take her somewhere private. Do with her whatever you wish."

Euna steps close and presses herself to the guard. She glances seductively at the other.

"As it just so happens, I am due for a break." He addresses the other guard. "Take over for a while." He escorts Euna toward the gate's guardhouse.

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'm taking a turn." After they're gone, he nods you in. "Go ahead. We'll send her through once we're done with her."

You wait inside the city. Euna comes through later. She's thoroughly disheveled, pearled strands of cum are stuck in her hair, and she's hastily trying to clean herself up.

"So what happened?" you asked.

"While the first man was fucking me, some other guards came in. They wanted a turn, and the first man said sure, so they had me get on a table so one of them could fuck me while I sucked the other off. Then the second guard took a turn, but before he finished, a few more showed up, and of course they wanted a turn too. Apparently, there was a shift change then, because even more men showed up. I think I fucked ten or fifteen in total. I'm not sure though. They kept switching"

"And you didn't say no to a single one, did you?"

"I didn't think you'd want me to."

"That's my girlAnd you were right."

She smiles, reassured.

"You know I never say no to a good cock."

"The first one threw me on a table and nearly ripped my skirt off. Oh, how he was rough. The second man used my clothes to wipe away the seed from my pussy before he took me." Euna turns and shows you a cum stain smeared on the inside of her skirt. "They weren't good lovers," she says, "but I'm fine with that. After all, it was just a transaction. What shall we do now?""They didn't care one whit if I enjoyed it. I was like an object to them."

"That's what your body is good for."

"Hmm," she shivers.

"The first man fucked me, but then he decided to push his hand inside me and fist me for a while. The second man was angry because I was so loose, so he fucked my mouth instead, and then he fisted me too, but he was angry about it, so he kept trying to stretch me open more and more. It really hurt. He tried to make me cry, but I never did.He didn't stop until I was weeping.."

"They both took turns fucking me, and then they said I could go."

"Is that it?"

"Yes," she says. "But after they left, two more guards came in while I was dressing, and they fucked me both at the same time. And then they found two guards on patrol, and they fucked my assme. And then they invited two of their friends. I think eight people had a turn with me.

"...And all but the first two were needed to get us in."

"Did I do wrong?"

"No. If men want to use your body for free, then let them. That's what a slut like you is good forus sluts live for. I hope you thanked them."

"I did."

"You turned me into a slut," she says. "I can't help myself."

"They took turns fucking me, and afterward, they made me tongue their asses."

"Is that it?"

"Then a few more guards showed up. They all wanted to feel my tongue up their ass while I stroked them off."

"How many shit holes did you tongue in there?"

"Five, I think. I wasn't counting."

"Well. We're in now," you say. "Let's get moving."

"Anyway," you say. "You got us in."

"Of course I did. Where to now?"

You're before the front gate to the city. A grand banner is overhead the street, reading "Welcome to Cockaigne". All people entering the city pass beneath it down a grand avenue heading north into the city.

There's a massive stable here. Visitors to the city drop off their fine horses after coming through the gate.

You're before the front gate out of the city. The stables are here.

You at the path leading into the estate of the palace. However the gates are closed, and guards are posted.

You're in a quiet street in the north east of the city, just against the mountain. Buildings line the streets, most of which are homes, but one appears to be a store. The building has a violin in a glass case above the door, and a sign that says, 'The Fiddler'.

You're standing in the street outside before 'the Fiddler'.

"You could come too. We could all have a good time."

"We're not going."

"Eh, fine. Whatever," they say. "Let's go." The two men head off.

Euna is still sitting on the boardwalk. She seems relieved to see the men departing. "Sorry. They wouldn't stop trying to convince me to leave with them. I didn't mean for them to bother you."

"It's fine. I'm the one who makes decisions for you anyway.Either of us would have to be crazy to get on a pirate ship with a bunch of dangerous pirates. But you got myour money for the fucks they had, right?"

"Yes. Right here." She gets to her feet. "I was worried for a minute you might say yes to them. I'm not sure how I feel about getting on one of these pirate ships alone. What if they left while I was onboard?"

"You're not going anywhere without me," you reply. "You're my whore. No one elses.""Even a slut knows when to say no."

"Thank you." She hugs you.

"As you wish."

"Very cute," she says, "but I think not. I'm worth far more that. I shall set my own price today, and I think... fifty rubles will suffice."

"Very well."

"Five! But that's nothing! Why would I whore myself for so little?"

"Because I want you to."

She eyes you, but soon a devilish grin comes over her. "So not only do you want me to be your whore. You want me to be your cheap whore. Very well. Let's do it."

"That's my girl."

"Sixty it is."

"Are you sure?" she asks. "If I make them pay that much, they might really get carried away then."

"I don't care," you say. "For that price, I should think they may be as cruel and depraved as they want. Don't you think?"

Euna shivers. "Very well then. Sixty it is. I'll tell them anything is free game."

"Yes," she says. "Beautiful I may be, but sailors don't have a lot of money. I think they'll expect to do more than just fuck me."

"For that price, I should think you'll need to be the most wanton and depraved whore in the cove too. Don't you think?"

"I suppose I'll have to be." Her eyes twinkle. "Sixty it is then."

"Again?" she asks.

"I've decided I'm going to start whoring you out more. We both know one trick a day is too little for you."

"I will do whatever you command me to," she replies. "You are my mastermistress, and I am your slave."

"Most whores pull more than one trick a day."

"Most whores don't do this for their own gratification."

"Maybe not, but can you really call yourself a whore then?"

"No," she admits. "I suppose I can't. Not unless I'm out here for hours out of the day finding men to use me."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Are you suggest I whore myself?" she asks. "Are you insane?"

"It's up to you."

"Of course I don't want to. What's gotten into you?"

"Just an idea."

"It was a bad idea," she says.

"Why don't you whore yourself?"

"I have, long ago. Not interested anymore."

"Well, neither am I."

She spins on you. "Are you suggesting I become a common prostitute?"

"Think about how liberating it would be."

"And what's wrong with that? It's nothing I haven't done before."

"Aren't you my little harlot?"

She looks as though she's about to protest loudly, but the idea sets in her mind. "We could use the money. But what do I even charge? I suppose that woman back there was charging twenty, but I'm more attractive than her, right?" She eyes the other women on the dock. The whores here are either too young, too old, or too worn out. Many are gaunt, missing teeth, unwashed, and perhaps drug-addled. Some are arguably attractive, but none compare to Euna.

"I think forty at least, right? That seems like a good starting point," she figures. "Yes. I don't see why I should subject to whoring myself for less than that. Yes. I'll do it. For forty." She's getting fidgety.

"Better do it quickly before you lose your nerve," you say.

"You're right. I'll do it." She pauses. "But what do I do?"

"Just find a corner and entice men."

"Then take them into an alley?"

"It's that simple."

"You'll stay close. Won't you?"

"Of course," you say. "How else will I see?" The remark gets a quick grin from her.

"Very well," she says. "I'll take care of what to charge. You just wait right here."

Euna walks down the dock to the mouth of an alley. She poses seductively.

Shortly, a man comes by. Euna gets his attention, and they talk. It's not long before she leads him into the alley.

After a minute, you peek around the corner. Euna is bent over with both hands against an alley wall. Her skirt is around her ankles. The man is behind her, holding her hips and roughly fucking her ass. He hardly acknowledges the woman he's violating.

Soon after he comes, he pulls out. Euna is left panting while he's left with his messy cock hanging about.

Picking up her silk panties from the deck, he unceremoniously wipes his cock clean. Euna doesn't notice until he begins poking the silk undergarment into her ass.

With enough poking and prodding, it disappears inside of her. Her anus closes up.

Euna murmurs something to him which makes him pause.

"Yeah, sure," he says, and Euna turns and squats down. His cock is smeared with her waste. More is collected around its base. She takes it into her mouth and sucks it clean of all waste and cum. Then does the same for the mess accumulated at the base. Soon he's clean, visibly so anyway.She takes his cock into her mouth and sucks it clean of all cum. Then she focuses on tonguing his balls. It's a simple after-sex cleaning. Nothing more.

Soon enough, he's soon hard again.

He says something to her, which she agrees. After exchanging more coin, Euna wraps her arms about his shoulders. He grabs her ass, and rams his cock into her snatch.

Now she's got her back pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped about him as he hammers into her. It doesn't take him too long until he unloads inside her. Afterward, he quickly disengages and fastens up his breeches. It's as though to him she's not even there anymore.

Euna reclines against the wall, breathing heavily, watching him redress. Cum runs down her thighs.

Shortly after, the man emerges from the alley and continues on his way.

You enter to find Euna squatted down and worming a finger in her ass.

"Good john?" you ask.

"A fine rutting," she says. "Though he had a little fun at the end. Ah! There we go." She pulls her panties from her ass with a hooked finger. It's crumpled, and has a few dark stains on it. She nibbles and sucks the worst of them awayShe inspects them, shrugs, then pulls them on.

Euna comes out later.

"How was it?" you ask.

"He was certainly no nonsense," she replies. "Not a word exchanged between us that wasn't business. I don't think he saw me as anything more than a hole to spill his seed."

"And how's that make you feel?"

"Dirty, as it should. I am a street whore after all," she says. "Filling my holes with seed is what they're meant for. Here is your money." She hands you some coins.

After several passersby, a man and a woman arrive, arms about each other's shoulders. The man is a young, fit sailor with a thin doublet and baggy breeches. The woman wears a frilled dress. Her bodice pushes her breasts up until they're nearly spilling out. Her face is made pale by makeup. Her hair is done up as an elaborate mane of brown curls.

It's the man who has them linger before Euna. The three exchange word. The man is interested. He whispers in his girl's ear. She takes convincing, but soon the couple follow Euna into the alley.

You wait a few minutes before peeking around.

Euna is naked, and lying on her back along the boardwalk planks using her skirt as a blanket. Squatting over top of her is the woman, wearing only stockings and a garter belt. She's grinding her brown-furred snatch upon Euna's face, which Euna licks and sucks fervently. The man watches nearby. His breeches are around his ankles, and he's pumping his hard manhood while his girl enjoys Euna.

Euna wraps her arms about the girl's thighs and pulls her tighter upon her face. The girl is beside herself in pleasure. She squirms and shudders and squeezes her own breast, which seem much smaller without her bodice pushing them up, but they're delectable plums nonetheless.

The man mutters something to her, and she leans forward to bury her own tongue within Euna's bald slitblond bush, wrapping her own arms about Euna's legs as Euna has done with her.

Locked together in sixty nine, their bodies writhe, building in pleasure until the woman on top sits up and cries out in ecstasy. The man loses it, and fires cum upon his woman's chest. Pearls of gooey semen splatter Euna's body, and her skirt. After the woman gets off, Euna licks the mess from the woman's breasts. Then the couple dress and leave.

You enter to find Euna still upon her skirt, playing idly with her pussy as she licks her fingers clean of cum.

"This is what I earned," she shows you some coins. "I made the man pay a small sum even though he only wanted to watch. For the mess he made upon my skirt, he's lucky I didn't charge him full price. He was sorry though, so I let it pass."

"Did you at least enjoy yourself?" you ask.

"Here is your money." She hands you coins.

"This is a bit short, isn't it?" you ask.

"It is. I'm sorry. The man insisted on a discount since he only wanted to watch. I will accept whatever punishment you decide to inflict upon me."

"Perhaps later," you say. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

She hands you some coins. "Here's the money. I gave the man a discount since he only wanted to watch."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" you ask.

"Very much so. Though a tad frustrated. The woman did not indulge me as much as I indulged her."

"She was the paying customer."

"Quite right."

After Euna is dressed and presentable, you both leave the alley.

Not long passes when a a half dozen men come staggering out of the Siren's Bounty and teeter down to the docks, laughing and cajoling all the way. They all circle around her. As they talk, some fondle Euna's breasts and crotch. Eventually an agreement is made, and she leads them back into the alley.

You wait a few minutes before passing by.

They hadn't even bothered stripping her, though her bodice is yanked down around her waist. They've lain her down upon a stack of crates. One after another, the men climb on top of her and fuck her hard and roughly. The others stand about stroking their cocks.

When one man finishes and climbs off, another sweaty drunk staggers up. They usually start by wiping her pussy clean with her own skirt, then they awkwardly mount her. It takes twenty minutes for all six men to finish.

Afterward, they all stagger from the alley, leaving Euna lying there, her cunt seeping.

Once they're gone, you come to her. "Did you do everything they asked."

"Of course," she says, "though they didn't want me to do much besides lie here."

Once they're gone, you come to her. "Had fun?"

"Of course I did," she says, "though I didn't really do anything other than lie here."

"For some men, that's all they want."

"I suppose so," she says. "Here's yourthe money."

Shortly, a gruff sailor comes by walking two mutts. One seems like a Rottweiler, the other a black lab. Euna talks with him. His grin shows crooked, yellow teeth.

Euna leads him into the alley.

After a minute, you peek in.

She's on her hands and knees with her skirt pulled up to expose her pussy. The lab is sniffing her snatch. Its red cock has come out of its sheath.

"Mount the bitch," the man growls at the dog. "Come on, you mutt. Do it."

The dog hops onto Euna's back, he stabs his cock frantically, missing every time. Euna has to reach between her legs and help the dog find his mark. Once in, the dog hops closer, burying his cock in Euna's cunt. Euna groans and lowers her head between her arms.

Meanwhile, the man directs his Rottweiler to lay on its back before Euna. It's cock points up toward her.

"Suck it, you bitch."

Euna takes the dogs cock in her hand, strokes it a little, then envelops it with her mouth. Its a classic double-teaming now. One cock hammers her pussy while she takes another in her mouth. The man masturbates openly.

The labrador hugs close. It growls in Euna's ear and holds still as it pumps cum inside her. She keeps sucking off the other dog until it whines. A knot forms at the base of it's cock. Her head slows its bobbing, and she swallows mouthful after mouthful of runny dog cum. Finished, the Rottweiler scampers to the corner where it curls up and licks itself.

However, when the Labrador tries to dismount, he ends up pulling Euna back with him. When Euna tries to pull away, the dog nips at her neck. She's stuck.

The old man chuckles. "Got yer knot in the bitch, heh boy?" Awkwardly, he gets down on his knees before Euna and dangles his cock before her. Euna dutifully takes him orally. But she's not enthusiastic enough for him. He grabs her head with both hands and fucks her mouth like a toy. Euna grasps his hips for support.

After he's pumped his seed down her throat, he pushes her away and pulls up his trousers. The dog finally pulls out. A wash of cum spills from Euna's cunt. She's still on her hands and knees when the man collects his dogs.

Once he's gone, you creep into the alley. Euna is sitting on her ass, wiping cum from her cunt and licking it off her hands.

"I've got scratches all over my back, don't I?"

You look. "It's not that bad."

"Part of the job, I suppose," she says.

"He certainly liked calling you names, didn't he?"

"A bitch? He's just calling me what I am, a lowly bitch for animals to rut. Besides, he paid three times, one for each cock."

"A bitch? He paid my money," she replies. "He may call me whatever he likes. Anyway, I charged him three times. Once for each cock."

"Good work."

She gets up and rights her clothes.

Three men come by talking among themselves. Euna catches their attention. They circle around her, and discussion begins. Once an agreement is reached, Euna leads them back into the alley.

After a minute, you casually pass by.

Euna is laid out on top of a crate with her skirt hiked up to her hips. Her ass is right up to the edge and her legs are spread wide. One man has his fist shoved inside Euna's cunt up to his wrist. He's pistoning his fist back and forth. The other two men seem blown away by a woman who can take such girth.

Another has four fingers in her ass. With his thumb tucked in, he's twisting and shoving, trying to get her ass to swallow his fist. Euna whimpers in pain, but she pushes back with as much will as she can muster.

With one final shove, the man's fist slips inside. They all cheer, except for Euna, who is gasping from exertion. Together, the men alternate shoving their fists up to mid forearm.

Another is working his fingers into her ass. He's got four already, but he seems determined to get his entire fist into her ass, a feat she's never accomplished.

Euna is whining in pain. "It won't fit," she says.

"We'll make it fit, lass" the man replies. "Won't we, boys?"

The others cheer. The man redoubles his efforts of pushing, twisting, and jabbing. Euna is wailing in pain. The men stop her every attempt to pull away, yet no progress is made. That doesn't keep the man from trying.

Another enjoys groping her breasts.

The third man circles the crates to stand by Euna's head. Dropping his breeches, he tilts her head back and places his cock against her lips. She takes him into her mouth, and he rams himself down her throat. The outline of his cock is visible on her neck. She lets him fuck her mouth until fires his load. She sucks down every drop.She takes him into her mouth. Within minutes, she sucking down his load.

The men switch places. The man fisting her cunt pulls out and decides to fuck her mouth too. Her delicate sex now gapes. The man working her ass switches to fist her cunt, and the man who just drained his balls down her throat starts working his fingers into her slack asshole.The man squeezing her tits switches to fisting her cunt, and the man who just drained his balls down her throat entertains himself with her tits.

This goes on until she's swallowed another load of cum, and then the men switch again—three loads, three fistings.

The men have had their fun. The ones who worked her ass have several browns streaks coating their hands. To their delight, Euna licks them clean of her own filth. When paying begins, you move along until the men depart. Euna is sitting on the crate tenderly feeling her stretched vaginal lips.

"One fist in either hole," you say. "Impressive."

"Yes." She hisses as she touches her anal rim. "They weren't gentle about it either."

"Are you okay?"

"No damage, but it hurt like the devil. No matter." She grins at you. "I told them they could fist my pussy and my ass. I never said they couldn't do them both at the same time, and the customer should get what he pays for."

"They really wanted to get their fist in your ass," you say.

"Yes." She hisses as she touches her anal rim. "They wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Are you okay?"

"No damage, but it hurt like the devil. No matter." She grins at you. "I told them they could fist me. I never said they couldn't fist my ass, and the customer gets what he pays for."

Eventually, she stands and straightens out her skirt. "I'll walk a little strangly for a while, but otherwise a usual hooking. Here's what they gave me."

Soon, an old man with a cane comes wondering by. He's an old sea dog with skin like leather and a frail gnarled body, and a mouth of missing teeth. Euna gets his attention, and they talk. As much as Euna makes him smile, he seems intent on moving on. It's only on her insistence that he finally relents and follows her into the alley.

You peek around after a short while. Euna has the man leaned against the building. His pants are about his ankles. His pendulous, oversized scrotum dangles between his legs from a thicket of gray hair. His cock is like a wrinkled worm with hardly any life in it. He apparently can't get it up, but Euna is patient with him. She's on her knees, cradling his scrotum and cock, sucking it lovingly and tonguing his balls.

Eventually, his cock stiffens until it's like rubber, but no more. Euna stands, hooks one leg around the man, and works his old rubbery cock into herself. It takes several tries. She begins a slow grinding fuck. The old man is beside himself with pleasure. His attention turns to her breasts, which she bares for him. He sucks each of her nipples in his toothless maw while Euna cradles his head.

The man quivers in orgasm. Euna holds him close as he catches his breath. Her leg is still wrapped about him. Eventually, his flaccid cock falls out.

You move on since there's no chance he's getting hard again. Soon enough, he limps away. Euna emerges minutes later.

"He seemed like he was having trouble," you say.

"He was," she agrees, "but he was the sweetest old man. So grateful, and so self-conscious. I enjoyed making his day." She hands over some money. "Here you go. He paid extra."

"Extra?"

"He understood that my sex is worth more than I charged. Kind old man that he is, I didn't demand even more."

"Oh! A tip," you say. "Good work."

"For him, I would do it again for free. But I suppose that's not up to me, is it?"

"That's right."

Relief comes over her. "Yes, it would. Then with your permission, I will let my johns know that it's something I won't do."

"Very well. Just make sure you offer to do something else which will entice them. When I whore you, I expect to get paid."

"Of course," she says. "I won't let it happen again."

"And here I thought your perversion has no end." She straightens up. "This is for the best. As much of a master at this craft as I aim to be, I couldn't stomach an act quite that disgusting."

"I'm sorry," she pleads. "Please, punish me however you wish."

"What I wish is for you to do whatever the client wants. You didn't get paid."

"Please. I didn't want to say no. I want to please you, but It was too much. I couldn't have done it even if I'd tried." Her blush deepens. "...Not with a stranger."

"What are you saying?"

"Perhaps if I practiced. If you were to train me. Then maybe in time I could."

"Maybe we'll have to," you say. "I can't have a whore who can't get paid."

"I didn't say I'd never do it, but an act that revolting is not one I think I can do today."

As Euna strolls past you toward the mouth of the alley, she runs her finger along your chest.sidles up and whispers in your ear while giving your ass a quick squeeze. "Maybe sometime I could train myself for such an harrowing act on someone with whom I'm more comfortable."

A heavyset man comes by carrying a crate. Euna flirts with him. Whatever she offers get him to stop their labor and follow her down an alley.

When you sneak around a minute later. Euna is lying flat on her back. The man is sitting on her head with his breeches off. His fat ass is smothering her face. He's got his chubby cock buried between her bared breasts, and Euna is reaching under his tree trunk legs to envelope her tits about his member.

"Ready for your treat, bitch?" He lifts a little. His belly flexed. Small bouts of gas escape right in Euna's face, but then comes a moment of silence before the true payload. A log of shit slithers down, right into Euna's waiting mouth. She chews and swallows the fetid waste quickly, all while working her tits over the man's erection. Log after log disappears into her belly, but before she finishes chewing the last of it, he sits back upon her face.

"Now clean me up," he orders. It's impossible to see, but it seems from his grinning that he's enjoying the pleasure of her tongue again.

"Get your tongue up there, you little bitch," he slaps her tit. "I want to feel that tongue up my shit chute."

When she thrashes, he lifts just enough to let her gasp, then sits back down and enjoys her tongue up his ass while she works her tits around his cock.

He gets excited and starts humping her cleavage. He must be smearing his asshole across her face. Euna starts thrashing. This time, he ignores her. Nearly a minute passes by while he grinds over her face and between her tits until finally firing a sticky mess down her belly. Euna has gone limp, but he doesn't get up until his cock has spat its last spurt.

He lifts, and Euna gulps for air. The man pulls up his breeches, grabs his crate, and leaves without looking back at her.

You come in to check. Cum stains her bodice. Her face is red, and her hair plastered with ass-sweat. And she's rubbing her sex. "That was... most trying... I passed out."I nearly... passed out."

"I saw. That was a fitting job for you. Tit job while you swallowed his waste."Tit job and rim job."

"And I think... I nearly... came..."

"I don't care," you reply. "As long as you got the money for me."

Still playing with herself, she hands over the money.

"Maybe I'll... become famous for it..."

"People would line up down the street to shit down your throatsit on your face and fuck your tits."

"Oh... oh Lord... yes." She squirms. Your words seem to have sent her over the edge.

Two large men come by. Euna gets their attention. Something she says makes both chuckle. They follow Euna back to her alley.

You sneak around.

She's on her knees sucking one of the men off. After he fires down her throat, the next takes his place. It seems like this is just a standard blowjob.

But then the first pulls down his breeches again. He backs his ass up to Euna. She spreads his cheeks and dives in. She tongues his hole for a couple seconds before pulling away to dry-heave. The men roar with laughter. But Euna dives right back in. This time, she goes on until he's satisfied.

Next man—breeches down and ass toward Euna. She gets right to work cleaning the crack of his ass. And though her chest convulses with retching, she doesn't slow. Soon, he's had his fill of rimming too, and his breeches come up. They're exchanging coin now, so you dart away.

After they're gone, Euna comes out and hands you some rubles. "They didn't believe me when I told them they could do anything for my price. So they wanted to test my claim."

"And all they got were blow jobs and rim jobs?"

"It was worse than you think. Those men just got off the boat after a two month journey. They haven't bathed since they were last in port."

"But still. If a whore told me I could do anything..."

"I agree. They didn't get their money's worth."

A while goes by, a pair of men come by carrying a barrel between them. She gets their attention. They talk for a bit, and the men laugh and nod. Euna leads them into the alley.

After a minute, you casually walk past the alley to make sure everything is all right.

They have Euna bent over their barrel. One man is behind her, fervently fucking her pussy. The other man is before her, holding her head and forcefully fucking her mouth.

It seems she's all right.

The men emerge eventually and continue carrying their barrel off to their destination. Euna comes out a little later and comes up to you.

"Here is your money.Hold on to my earnings." She hands you some rubles. "Did you see?"

"I did."

"That man certainly liked to set his own pace. My jaw aches." She shrugs. "All part of the job, isn't it?"

"That's my girl."

Three men wonder by, all drunk. Euna catches their attention. They talk. Whatever they agree upon gets all the men enthusiastic. She leads them into the alley.

After a minute, you casually walk past to make sure everything is all right.

Euna is naked and on her knees, her legs spread wide. The men stand around her with their breeches down. One right before her holds her head while he fucks her throat. As he finishes, the next takes his place. Each shoots a load of cum straight into her stomach.One right before her holds the back of her head while she sucks him off. After he finishes, the next takes his place. Each fills her mouth with cum, which she swallows right down.

Afterward, the men stand around her. They ask something of her, and after hesitating, she nods in agreement. As they watch, she pulls off her skirt and unfastens her bodice.

The first man steps forward, places the tip of his cock to her open mouth, and begins urinating. Euna swallows as best she can with her mouth open, but much of the piss cascades down her chin and over her breasts and belly. It sIt finally trickles over her cunt and down her thighs.

When he finishes, the next comes up and does the same. After all three, her belly seems slightly bloated, and her front is slick with urine.

At once, all three men begin urinating on her breasts. The piss cascades between her breasts and down her belly. It trickles through her bare slitpubic bush. Euna rubs it into herself sensually, taking particular care to rub her cunt with their urine.

The men begin redressing, and you hurry along.

A while later, Euna comes out and comes up to you. She's refastened her bodice, but her breasts still glisten with piss.

"And here are my earnings." She hands you some rubles. "Those men got a little dirty."

"I saw."

"If it's all right with you. I'd like to clean up now."

At the edge of a dock, she splashes herself with sea water. In public as she is, she can't possibly clean herself to any decent degree, but she doesn't reek of urine when she returns.

You two depart down the docks. Euna strolls along beside you, arms linked with yours.her arm about your waist.

"I suppose that's it then," she says.

"What's it?"

"As of now, I am formally a prostitute. I can never change that. Should we ever return home and become tsaritsa of our tsardom, I will still know deep down that I once resorted to whoring myself to strangers in exchange for money."

"How do you feel about that?"

She smiles. "Naughty. It's like a secret of mine. No matter how austere I should become, or how noble I appear, I will always know the truth that deep down, I am a whore. Especially since I did not do it out of desperation. I did it because I wanted to. If I should become tsaritsa, Only you, I, and the Lord will know."

"And all of your johns."

"Yes, perhaps one day, someone might recognize me, a noble tsaritsa, as a dockside whore they once solicited. If they should accuse me, not a soul would believe him. That tickles me so.

"This assumes of course that you will be a chaste and virtuous tsaritsa."

"A fair observation." She leans close. "We both know that won't be true."

You and Euna are at the deserted part of the market. It's on the lowest tier, and the smell of ocean salt is strong. Sailors work to load and unload ships. All around are women who linger about by the houses along the wharf. They're dressed in short skirts or fishnet blouses, leaving their breasts prominently displayed. One calls out to the sailors as they pass, offering a pleasurable rut for as little as twenty rubles. A man takes her up on the offer, and she leads him into a back alley.

This appears to be the part of the cove where sailors come for whoring.

To the north are the markets along the wharf.

On a higher terrace to the west is the beached vessel tavern, from which a crowd of drunken sailors work their way down here to enjoy the women.

You are in the red light district. All around, women wear short skirts or fishnet blouses to advertise themselves.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes north and south.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both south and east.

There's a door here. It's barred, but from this side.

The door leading to Slug's room is here.

Euna pokes you repeatedly. "This is the sorceress's keep! We're inside!" she whispers.

"Yes," you reply.

"We must be careful."

"Yes," you say again. "Stay close."

She steps close enough behind you that her breath would tickle your neck were she not holding it in. This is her first burglary. You recall being jittery your first time too.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It extends both east and west. A great stone door is against the south wall which leads back down to the dungeon.

A great stone door is against the south wall.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both north and east.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes both east and west. Near the center, the south-facing side of this hall looks out upon a large foyer with a double set of staircases along each foyer side leading down the to the first floor. Guards in black uniforms patrol down there. None of them look up and spot you as you peek over the guard rail.

The south side overlooks a foyer guarded by uniformed men.

Descend the stairs.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes both north and south.

You and Euna retreat back to the hall, making sure to leave everything as you found it.

You and Euna ascend the stone stairs, climbing higher and higher. Looking through arrow slits, it's clear that you're climbing the highest tower of the entire keep. The air is chillier. At the top is a steel-enforced door. You peek through the keyhole.

There is a disheveled man chained to a round table by his wrists and ankles such that he's spread eagle. He's whimpering miserably, though he doesn't seem hurt. Beyond him is a workbench of some kind where a woman with flowing black hair works among bottles and reagents. Her back is to you, though you can tell she's remarkably tall.

When you pull away, Euna takes a look. Afterward, you both head back down the stairwell a ways.

"That looks like the sorceress," she says.

"Looks like it."

"I don't know what she's doing to that poor man, but there's nothing we can do for him. I don't think we should go in there right now. There's no telling how dangerous she is."

"I agree. Perhaps we should come back when she's gone."

You both head back down the stairwell.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both north and west.

In the corner, a spiral staircase leads up into a castle turret.

Against the side of the rowhouses, an aged whore is sucking a man off by deep-throating his cock.

You step closer. This intersection, like many in the city, has an enormous fountain with an intricate statue in its center which spouts crystal-clear water into a basin large enough to fit many.

A woman sits in the water soaking her hair. When you two approach, she smiles and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Hello!"

"Isn't this water for drinking?" Euna asks.

"Of course." She reclines and floats upon her back. Her nude body is fully displayed. "Help yourself."

"I... no thank you." Euna drags you along. "This city..." she mutters.

Where you currently are, there's a grand fountain at an intersection. A woman is bathing, unconcerned about the people around.

You enjoy your bath with the woman and chat. As time goes by, Euna relaxes. She reclines back and rests her head and neck upon the marble lip. Her upper body is shown to the sky, though whenever townsfolk walk near, Euna is quick to cover herself again.

Eventually, "We should be moving along," Euna says.

"Yes," the woman agrees. "I too should get a move on." She stands abruptly and strides from the fountain. "Farewell you two. Perhaps I'll see you again." She dries her body with a towel, then wraps it about her hair. With that, she walks off down the street naked.

"I guess we know now why she didn't have any clothes around the fountain." You say. "She didn't bring any."

Euna scurries to don her chemise. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

Euna strides from the water same as the woman. She brushes water from herself, then dons her skirt and bodice. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

"Fair well then," the woman says. "I hope to see you around. Perhaps we'll bathe together some time."

"Perhaps." Euna pulls you onward. Privately, "I would think the proper thing to do would be to collect water and bathe elsewhere. Privately."

After you two move on, Euna speaks to you. "It must be nice having such wonderful fountains all around the city. I wish we had them back home. I'd use them."

"No one else would," you reply.

"I suppose not." She sighs. "Every day I see more of the detriment of our old stuffy lifestyle."

A young man is seated on a low stone wall. He has his tunic is unbuttoned draped open, with his manhood exposed. He's hard, and handling himself while watching the women pass.

"Hello sweet lady," he calls to Euna.ladies," he calls to you two. "You're making my pole hard. Suck it and make it better."

Euna's eyebrows rise. She looks at the masturbating man with intrigue.

"It's only right," he says. "Your body isbodies are making me hard. Only right you should make me soft too."

Before you can reply to his proposal, Euna saunters over to him. "I suppose it is only fair, isn't it?"

The man grins from ear to ear. He reclines back and lets his tunic fall open. His cock points straight up. "Get on with it then, sweet girl."

Euna kneels down between his legs. Her fingers trace up his thighs. Her nails tickle his hard shaft, and her lips are close enough that he must feel her breath. Sensually, her hand circles about his sack

And then it clamps down like a vice.

He cries out and doubles over. "Let go!"

"In a moment."

He tries to pull her hand off him, only for her to twist. "Stop! Ow! You crazy slag!"

"Now look at that. You're going soft." A few more seconds, and she releases him.

He curls up and clutches himself. "You evil slutsluts..."

"You asked meus to make you soft. Now you're soft. Ask pleasantly next time, and Iwe'll help you with your problem in a more pleasant way." With that, she takes your armwraps an arm about your waist and leads you along.

"It's kind of you to help a stranger like that," you say.

"It's only proper."

"Him?" She looks at the masturbating man.

"Help him with his problem."

"He wants us to help with his problem. You should do it."

"Of course." Euna saunters up to the man sitting on the wall.

The man grins from ear to ear. He reclines back and lets his tunic fall open. His cock points straight up. "Get on with it then, sweet girl."

Euna kneels between his legs. Her fingers trace up his thighs. Her nails tickle his hard shaft. She then runs her tongue from beneath his sack, all the way up his shaft to its tip. From there, she engulfs him.

Euna applies every trick she knows with this man, from tonguing the crown of his cock to working the shaft with her hands.does her best. It takes her a while. Next, she takes his cock deep down her throat until her lips press against his ballsack. Her throat convulses in reflex and squeezes his shaft. Her eyes water. Each time she pulls away, more viscous saliva coats his shaft. It dribbles down her cleavage. At one point, she pushes his knees up to his chest and fastens her lips about his puckered hole. Whatever her tongue does causes him to shudder. When he starts to climax, she engulfs his cock and guzzles down every drop he has to give.

Afterward, he pulls out and lets his cock wilt against her cheek. "You're a good little slut," he says.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're excused now."

She returns to you, and you head off.

There's a man here, collapsed on his face before a bench as though he'd fallen forward while sitting.

You search out the bench where the drunk man had been. No one is here. All that remains is the wine-rich vomit

"What?" Euna says. "He didn't get up and walk away, did he?"

"Seems he wasn't that drunk after all."

"No. He was in a bad sorts. We should... No, wait. There he is!" She points.

Down an alley leading toward the festival avenue is indeed the man. You recognize him from his curly hair and stained clothes. More notably, he has a sea-ship stagger befitting a man of his inebriation. For every step forward, he takes a few steps sideways, and often a step back. Catching up to him is trivial.

"Excuse me, kind man." Euna nudges his shoulder.

He spins. His wide, blinking eyes struggle to focus on her.

"We have the remedy you asked for." She holds out the vial.

The man reacts as though she were handing him a snake. "No! Nooo!" He flails his arms. She ducts out of the way. "I'm not done," he shouts. "I'm okay. I'm... I can dance." He kicks his feet in a joyful little waltz which is surprisingly nimble for his condition. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna dance." Turning, he heads toward the festival music with his spry gait. Only occasionally does he stumble.

Euna is left in his wake. "I guess he doesn't want it."

"Second wind, it seems," you say. "The night is still young for him."

With Euna's help, you roll the man over onto his back. The stench of wine and urine wafts from him. His tunic as stains up and down, nearly masking its white fabric. The belt has ridden up his belly, exposing his limp manhood. His eyes flutter, but don't focus.

"He's been having fun," you say.

Euna looks the man over.Euna averts her eyes from the man's exposure. "He's must have wandered here from the festival. Do you think he was on his way home?"

"Probably."

"We can't leave him here, can we?"

"Why not?" you reply. "This probably happens all the time around here."

Euna shakes the man. He comes through, though he's hardly lucid. With a quivering hand, he clutches his head.

"Do you need help?" Euna asks. "Would you like us to take you somewhere?"

"The church..."

Euna frowns. "You're going to the church?"

"The church... Help the... get the church help. The tonic."

"You want us to get the church?" but the man doesn't respond. After a pause, he lurches. Foul dark red vomit overflows from his mouth.

Euna recoils. You turn the man's head to the side. The vomit pours onto the path. The man coughs, splattering it about. He's unresponsive once he's breathing again.

Euna looks to you. "I think this man may be ill."

"He's drunk," you reply. "It's just wine he's spitting up."

"No, it's more than that. Look at him shake. Feel his hands. He's cold. He's had far too much. He's in danger."

"No," you assure her. "We've all been here before. Well... maybe not you. I have."

"He wants us to go to the church," she says. And get a tonic? Is it supposed to help him?"

You shrug. "He will be fine."

"Okay..." She rights the man and stands. "If you think he'll be okay. I'm still concerned."

That same drunk from before is still here, collapsed face forward. Euna gives him a worried glance.

The drunk man is still here, passed out before the bench, basting in his own vomit. As you pass, Euna bends to check on him. "Not much better," she says. "He's shaking. I still think he may need help."

Down an alley, a girl is squatted down and urinating in the street gutter.

The girl's wears a dress that's little more than a gauzy slip, which she has hiked up about her waist. Urine streams from her pussy and and hisses against the cobbled street. It streams along the gutter, even flowing around the girl's foot, but she doesn't care.

Euna pulls you along. "Obscene..." she mutters.

The girl spots you two. After the last few drops of urine dribble out, she wipes her hand over her bare pussy. Then she licks her hand clean while looking right at you two. With a sly grin, she trots off. The urine puddle is still spreads along the gutter.

"She'd be pilloried for that back home," Euna mentions. "These streets are for everyone."

You look around. "And yet they're so clean."

"I have no idea how with people like that running around."

"She hasn't a shred of decency," Euna says. "And I think she may be happier for it."

"Indeed," Euna says. "Farewell."

"Take care," the mother replies.

The two of you head away, leaving the family to work out their own differences.

"Surely there must be a thousand people in this town who could teach that girl," Euna says. "Why would a mother so involve herself in her daughter's sexual affairs like that?"

"It is strange."

"And rather unnatural."

The mother's eyes light. "Oh, of course! I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

"No, not on Father too. I don't want to..."

"It's for practice, dear. You don't want Neval running to me again do you? Or maybe to another woman..."

"I'm doing fine now. Tell her, Neval. Aren't I good enough?"

The boy is still grinning dumbly. "You could always use more practice, love. You should do it."

She looks dismayed.

Her mother looks satisfied. "Then it's settled. Your father's inside. I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he'll be happy to let you practice on him. He, at least, can last a decent while, and his rod is a more worthy size."

The boy's grin flickers.

"Okay..." The daughter says.

The mother guides the girl toward the house they're sitting before. "If you're on your manners," she adds, "he might even let you take over for me in the mornings. He always wakes with a monstrous beast that needs taming."

They disappear inside. You're left with the boy, who seems ill at ease.

"What was that supposed to mean?" he asks. "A rod of worthy size? This is worthy, isn't it?" He holds up his limp cock. It's size is hefty, even more so when he was hard, but larger exist.

"Don't worry," Euna says. "You're size is daunting."

"Yeah," he says, though he's unconvinced. He glances to the house, as though suddenly unsure about this father/daughter practice.

Euna pulls you along. Out of earshot, she bursts into giggles. "Poor little fool. He's just gone and handed his love to a man he could never compete with."

"You think the father is that much bigger?" you ask.

"I have no idea," she replies. "But I know that every girl's first love is to her father."

"Was your father your first love?"

"Of course," she says, unbothered. "Growing up, there is no one in the world I admired more. I idolized him." Then she leers at you. "Though it was, as you're suggesting, an intimate love."

"You seem untroubled that the poor daughter is about to find such an intimate love with her father."

She shrugs. "It seems to be the norm here. Who am I to judge. Perhaps if my father were the tsar of Cockaigne, my love of him would be a different love, but alas it is not the case."

"Alas?"

And she's glaring again. "Yes, alas. For your disappointment. Your debauched fantasies will forever remain in your head. Let's keep moving."

From a balcony above the street, a matronly woman is rocking a child in a cradle. A group of drunks have gathered beneath. They're calling for her to give them a drink.

You and Euna continue on your way, leaving the drunken crowd and their bizarre milk shower behind you.

It seems the woman's stream is weakening anyway. She's massaging her milk onto her breasts and belly more than she's spraying the crowd. Many of the drunks are wandering off.

You and the menThe men lower Euna back to the ground, and you guide her away from the crowd. You guide Euna away from the crowd. At a nearby fountain, Euna rinses herselfYou rinse each other off.

"That was... interesting," Euna wipes her face. "And messy. That was most unbecoming of a mother," Euna says.

"The crowd hardly gave her a choice. She's doing it to keep them quiet."

"Yes," she replies dryly. "What won't a mother sacrifice for her babe?"

"That was an interesting experience," Euna wipes her face. "I'm thoroughly drenched. I expect we'll both smell of soured milk by day's end. A strange thing for a mother to do, isn't it?"

"The crowd hardly gave her a choice. She was doing it to keep them quiet."

"Yes," Euna replies. The sacrifices a mother must make. I wonder what other kinds of sacrifices mothers must make in this city..."

A girl is here on her hands and knees who seems to be scrubbing the floor.

The girl doesn't notice you approach. She's young, hardly a woman at all, and she's dressed in a filthy loin cloth barely keeping her decent. Her body is caked with dirt, and her breasts dangle beneath her, swaying as she works. A bucket is beside her.

When you come around, you see she's mopping the floor, only instead of using a mop, she's swaying her head back and forth, dragging her long hair along the ground, working muddy soap water into the marble. Once upon a time, she may have had a beautiful head of hair, but now it's a cruddy, tangled mess. The filth is so thick, her blonde color is nearly indiscernible.

"Excuse me," Euna says.

The girl sits up and stares at both of you with wide eyes. Her hair drapes over her, dripping mud over her breasts, and belly. More cascades down her back, creating wavy patterns of grime. Her features are caked with dirt, but she's comely despite that. Welt marks score her back, breasts, and inner thighs. They look to be from repeated canings.

"Is the sorceress making you do this?" Euna asks.

No reply.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

The girl returns to her work. She dunks her hair in the bucket, wrings it out, and resumes mopping the floor.

Euna watches with sorrow.

You pull her away. "I don't think there's anything we can do for her."

"We could sneak her out the way we came in."

"We're already taking risks ourselves just being seen. If we start trying to help everyone, the sorceress will find out."

Euna sighs. "Okay. You're right."

You two leave the girl to her mopping.

A nude woman sits upon a nearby stone wall. She's playing a joyful tune on her flute.

She's seated on a cobble wall, with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She plays as though she were the only one around for miles, as though her breasts aren't bared, and that her pubic bush isn't plainly visible. From the way her mussy hair cascades down her back, it's as though this woman awoke from bed, grabbed her flute, and strode outside to practice.

"She's wonderful," Euna whispers.

"With skill like that, I'm sure she must have got that instrument from The Fiddler."

"She does play up to that man's standards, doesn't she?"

You and Euna listen for a while. The woman's eyes open, she sees you, yet she continues to play unabashed. Her fingers flutters over the holes with lithe elegance. She cares little about any audience. She plays for herself, and will be well after you're gone.

The nude woman from before is still here, still practicing her joyful tunes.

A group is collected alongside the street. From within comes the slap of knuckles on bare skin.

A group is collected alongside the street, and it sounds like a fight is going on.

"Curious? To get punched in the stomach?"

"I knew a woman once who loved it when I did it to her. It causes a rush. Something about how our bodies react."

"I've done it before."

"You've let a man beat on you?"

You nod. "Just once or twice. It causes a rush. Something about how our bodies reacts."

"What? The coughing? The convulsions?"

"It's not that different from an idea of getting slapped or whipped for thrills."

"Hmm. Perhaps," she replies. "I won't condemn it since I've never tried it, but certainly wouldn't subject myself to it with a group of rowdy boys on the street."

"No?"

"Not at first." Her eyes twinkle.

"Getting punched in the stomach for a thrill? I don't think so."

"Of course not. Don't be vulgar."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm getting to enjoy mixing pain and my pleasure, but I don't see any pleasure in that. I'll torture my victims erotically or I won't torture them at all."Make my torture erotic or don't torture me at all."

"Indeed. I understand those who like their sexual escapades a little rough, but that just seems vulgar."

"I'm glad we're in agreement. Let's avoid those people from now on. I suspect they're deranged."

A teenaged lad stands by an alley, trying to get the attention of any passers by. He motions for you.

"I agree," Euna says. "It wasn't like I waswe were any easier on them."

"Oh, fine." The lad hops down and undoes his sisters' bindings.

"And you won't tell Father we were at the festival?"

"No," the boy says. "But your still doing my chores for a week."

The older sighs and points to the younger sister. "She can do them."

"Why me," the younger whines.

"Because I said so. And because you're the reason he found out in the first place. You should be lucky I don't torment you too."

"That's not fair! Sneaking out was your idea."

The siblings are still bickering when you and Euna depart.

"Must be strange to grow up in that family," Euna whispers. "I get the sense that families like that aren't that outlandish around here."

Everyone looks at the brother. Though taken aback, he warms to the idea.

"Maybe I should." He hops down and works his breeches. His manhood is impressive for a lad of his age.

"Okay, but that's it," the older says. "Afterward you untie us. Okay?"

"We'll see." He presents his stiffening member between them, and both sisters latch on with their mouths—the older tongues the shaft while the younger suckles his balls. Unlike with the other men you've seen, they show no reluctance with him.

Once he's fully hard, he nudges his sisters onto their side and kneels by their rumps. He penetrates his younger sister first. She mewls and whimpers. The older sister holds her close. Their lips meet. After some time, the brother switches to the older sister, who shudders. She grinds against her brother. Both sisters pull tight to each other.

Euna leans close. "I think this isn't their first time."

"Or their second. Or their third," you whisper. "And it doesn't seem there are any hard feelings."

The brother murmurs to his sisters. After he pulls out, they scissor their legs and mash their slits together. The brother stabs his cock between them so it runs between each slit and points up to their bellies. A few more thrusts, and he's firing his cum upon their stomachs.

Finished, the three remain cuddled together in a pile of bodily fluids and ropes. You direct Euna away.

"That was a practiced move if I've ever seen one," Euna whispers. "Channeling his manhood between his sister's nethers like that. I might like to try that sometime."

"I'm sure your sister would be happy to," you reply.

She regards you. "I was thinking with some other woman."

"Oh," you say. "So not a sister act? I guess that might almost be as good."

She regards you. "I was thinking you and I would do it with a man."

"Oh," you say. "I'd be happy to, but it wouldn't be the same thing. We're not sisters."

Euna rolls her eyes, but as you emerge from the alley, she mutters one last thing. "A sister act does seem to be its best incarnation. Perhaps we'll see."

"Your loss," the youth says. "My sisters are going to get punished by somebody."

You and Euna hurry along.

"Another strange family," she mutters. "No city but this would you get an offer like that."

In a nearby alley, a couple are having a quick romp. He has her pressed up against a building. Her skirt is about her waist. His breeches are about his ankles. His bare ass flexes as he ruts the girl dispassionately

"This town is a pit of depravity..." Euna mutters.

"Couldn't they have waited until they got home?" Euna asks.

"Apparently not," you reply.

Euna watches. "Do you suppose they're a couple who still feel spontaneous after years of love?" Her eyes twinkle. "Or do you suppose they just met?"

"Perhaps they don't even know each other's names," you reply.

"Yesss! It's so much better that way."

A gaggle of women pass by. They wear various skirts and pants, but all of them are topless, and none seem concerned about it. Euna averts her eyes.

There's a commotion going on down an alley. People laugh and jeer.

"I know you have, and I'm dreadfully sorry, but we must keep our doors closed to all unless they have an immediate need or us."

You enter through the double wooden doors. The inside vestibule is cool and dark. Light mostly comes from candles lit within alcoves. Tapestries line the walls, muffling the sound in the small room, making it cozy. Though they depict many stories, the main theme of the tapestries center around the same topless bird creature shown on the crest outside.

Sitting on counters lining the walls are vases filled with vibrate bouquets of lilacs. A nun of the church is watering them and replacing olds ones with fresh flowers from a basket she carries. A wimple covers her hair and neck, and a white cloth robe hides her body, though its material is thin–nearly gauzy–and its cinched tightly to her body, revealing her curves.

She smiles at you both and continues her work.

A doorway leads farther into the church.

"Unfortunately, members of our community misused our inner chambers. They would come in drunk, requesting shelter, but when we'd let them in, they would harass my fellow sisters, and they'd cause messes."

"Disrespectful..." Euna says.

The girl nods. "We tolerated it as best we could, but one night a crowd of men held a celebration of their own in our nave, and they got deliberately destructive. They soiled all of our prayer mats, defaced our altar, and destroyed everything they could. After they grew tired, they took over our dormitory for themselves and raped several sisters."

"That's awful!" Euna replies.

"It was. To deface our altar was an intolerable affront to our religion. We decided we must close the church to all but ourselves and the needy."

"An alcohol remedy?" the nun asks.

"Probably," you say. "Does that sober a man up?"

"It does. And it refreshes. Those who take it will have all the liquid spirit within them transmuted. They'll sober in minutes, and it prevents sickness the coming morning. We don't hand the remedy out anymore, ever since the townsfolk started abusing it, but if you bring the man to us, we will treat him."

"I don't think we could get him here," Euna says. "He couldn't stand. He vomited even as we spoke to him."

"Oh dear," the nun replies. "And he asked for the alcohol remedy?"

"Yes. He's in terrible shape."

"He must be if he's asking for it. Normally when the drunk are brought to us, they fight with all their might to keep us from giving them the remedy."

"Why?" you ask. "It sounds amazing. I could have used such a remedy myself many times in my life."

"It is a marvelous remedy. It works by transmuting the alcohol inside the body into a sleep-inducing substance. The drunker they are, the more deeply they'll sleep. And though they'll wake refreshed, those who choose to drink themselves to such a state are reluctant to end a night of indulgence."

"Seems like a reasonable way to end a night of drinking to me," Euna says.

"Perhaps," the nun replies. "but we had to stop handing it out. Many were abusing its sleep-inducing effect by mixing it with alcohol. They would lie and say it was for an emergency, but they would do so again and again until we had none left for those who needed it."

"So you won't give it to us?"

The nun considers. "I will. If the vomit on your arms is any indication, you are truthful. Wait here."

She departs into the inner part of the church and returns with a small vial of clear liquid. "Simply have him drink this. Once it's in his blood, it will begin its work."

"Thank you," Euna says.

"Of course. My prayers to you and your drunken friend."

Drunk Remedy added to inventory

The nun narrows her eyes at you. "I already gave you one today."

"Oh right," you reply.

As you reach for the door, the sister tending the lilacs calls out. "You mustn't enter there. I'm afraid you aren't allowed."

You back away from the door. She returns to her flowers.

"Thank you!" She smiles. "They're Lilacs from our garden. I grow them myself."

Euna smells one. "They're lovely."

"White Lilacs are flowers around the tree of the great Simorg's nest. They represent Charity, Forgiveness, and Purity. It's everything we sisters strive for."

The nun turns and smiles at you inquiringly.

As you depart, the sister bows. "Good day to you." She resumes tending to the bouquets. You return to the street outside.

"I'm afraid not," she says. "Once our doors were open to the public, but we have since had to restrict our inner chambers to the sisters, except for public services. Only those who are in need of help or healing are taken farther in. I'm sorry."

"Of course." The sister hands you a lilac from her basket.

"Thank you," Euna says.

Lilac Flower added to inventory

"You stand in the entry hall of the church of Simori, sanctuary for the sisters of Charity who follow in the ways of the great Simorg."

"Our Lord Father Nimel frowns on all intimacy that is not meant to produce a child in wedlock," she says, "but such comforting has a way of happening anyway. Often at night, some sisters might creep the halls like mice while the cat is asleep."

"Is Reverend Mother Margosha the cat?"

"She's caught sisters from time to time. Usually, she'd flog both and then send one off to another convent."

"And what would she do if she saw you here now?"

"Oh! She'd flay me alive. Especially if she saw me with you."

"You mean she doesn't like me? Is that why she was always calling me a shameless slut?"

Euna nuzzles. "That may be."

She lifts and looks at you. "You can? I thought men... or, well... women like you, needed long rest between intercourse."

"Did you learn that at the convent?"

"It's not true, then?"

"No. I can go again."

"Then yes, let's do it."

And you do. This time she's passionate from the beginning. Her arms and legs coil about you, and she moans as you thrust into her. This sex lasts significantly longer. By the end she's mewling. Crying out, she bucks and writhes. You shoot your seed deep within her again, and collapse.

She cradles you close. "That," she says, "was more like it."

"Again? Wouldn't you rather just cuddle like this."

"I love to cuddle." You pull her on top of you. Your legs tangle with hers. Your thigh presses against her sex, just as hers finds yours. "We can cuddle all night, just like this," you say. You gently rub. So slow as to be involuntary, her groin rubs back. Her smooth sex glides against your thigh.the brush of fur between her legs scrubs your thigh. Wetness paints your skin. Her face remains nestled in the crook of her neck, and her tickling breath grows irregular. This goes on, slowly building. You try to move slightly, only for her arms to clamp tighter. Her own thigh presses against your sex.

"Just like this," she whispers. "Please."

It continues exactly like this, as though she has found perfect spot. Any change will break this growing bubble. It's both awkward—amateurish in how she explores this sex with utter naivety—but also endearing for the same reason.

The tighter your mutual hug, the stronger her shudders becomes until finally the whimpers return. The grinding picks up, and though she's content to stick with what works for her, you make one simple change: you sneak your hand down her back, over her buttocks, just to simply brush your fingers along her slit.

That sets her off. Euna wails into your shoulder and grinds with fervor. In you, your own bubble pops, and in your ecstasy, you two can't clutch each other hard enough. But the end comes eventually, and you two find yourselves just as you were, thighs to sex, both breathless and exhausted.

"That," she whispers, "was certainly worth it."

Go to sleep.

"I may? Then in that case... How did you hide it from me all this time? Your scandalous performances. Your revealing outfits. Your countless dalliances."

"When I would perform, what is the first thing you, as a proper Nimic lady, would do?"

"I'd avert my eyes."

"Exactly. Same with your aunt, that's if she'd show up to the court banquets at all."

"But still, a secret like this..."

"...Is not as much of a secret as you'd think. Most people in the court knew. Some knew intimately. The only people who'd really care were you and your aunt, and it's not like anyone would ever tell you."

"So you never hid it?"

"Oh, I did. In Ruthgar, women like me learn how to be discreet in the ways we dress and the company we keep, but really as long as we avoided certain places, such anywhere Nim's hand faces down up, we were fine."

"How did you come to be?" she asks. "I mean, you weren't born this way, were you? Is that rude to ask?"

"That is a long tale which I will save for another time."

"Of course." She settles back down against you.

She thinks. "I've realized that my whole life has been this story written by my aunt. She decided that I would be a Daughter of Nim. She convinced me to take the vows. She wanted me to marry whom she wanted. And because of it, I've been living this narrow, sequestered life. But it wasn't to protect me. She chose me because of my birthright. If my sister had been born first, maybe you'd be telling her stories about me."

"You mean this?" Her hand strays to lightly touch your cock. "I wouldn't say little, but I understand what you mean." She hesitates. "I suppose I figured it didn't make a difference. You are what you've always been, and when I saw the worry in your eyes, I realized how much you must have been dreading how I'd react because of my upbringing. I was taught to see people like you as an abomination, but you're not. You're a harlot and a pervert, but you're just as much of a human being as I am."

"I'm not sure you would have felt this way when I first washed up on this land."

"No, I wouldn't have, but since I've arrived here, I've realized how sheltered I've become from the way the world really is. I've decided it makes no difference to me what you are." She snuggles closer against you. "I do have a hundred questions, but I'll restrain myself."

"I think so," she says. "I think I was too tense. I kept expecting Lord Father Nimel to come down from the skies and smite me, but after all this waiting, and hearing so many horrible and wonderful things about it, it was... I guess I expected more."

"The first time is always more of an experiment. As you get used to it, you'll enjoy yourself more."

"I guess we'll see. It's done now. There's no reason to avoid it anymore."

Her cheeks are pink. "I don't know what came over me."

"They loved it."

"I know. So many were watching. It made it... Heavens, that was wild!" She peeks back at the street. Lingerers call for an encore. "Oh, heavens. They want us to do it again!" She face turns a deeper crimson.

"Always leave the audience wanting more," you say.

At camp, you both freshen up by the river. Euna watches you closely as you wipe the sweat from your brow and the nape of your neck. On the walk to the cave, her hand finds yours, and once there, she holds that hand tight as she heads to the alcove.

She pulls you down upon her, and you tug down her chemise, revealing her body little by little. Your lips trace the curve of her collar bone. the milk skin of her breasts, the ring of bumps circling her areolas. Her nipples grow stiff to your tongue. Her sides, her arms, her neck, her lips. All are perfect in their own way, and teasing each brings about shudders.

She rolls over onto you, and takes her own chance to get familiar with your body. With her gentle pulls, your tunic peels off. Her lips are upon your tender nipples. Then her hands worry down your tights.

Euna recoils away upon seeing what is between your legs.

"Not what you expected?" you ask.

She gapes. "It's... I... I didn't know."

"No," you say. "It's not something I share with everyone."

She pulls her chemise to her chest, covering herself, and she sits alone at the edge of the bedding. You sit across from her, trying not to stew in the awkwardness.

Then, "Did my father know?"

"Yes, he did."

"...my aunt?"

"No. Not her. If Reverend Mother Margosha had known, she would have had me exiled long ago."

She nods absently. Her eyes are transfixed upon your cock, as though it were some kind of specimen.

It's hard to know what she's thinking. It seems her shock may have the best of her, and it's hard not to wonder if this may have gone differently if you'd told her earlier. Or perhaps if you'd delayed this night of intimacy until a time when she may be more accepting.

She looks up at you. She sees your eyes, and the way you're chewing your lip, and it's as though she sees all those thoughts behind your eyes. Her posture relaxes.

Tentatively, she scoots closer. Her hand cautiously reaches out. "May I?" she asks.

You nod.

At camp, Euna bids you to go freshen up at the river. You do so, washing sweat from your body and rinsing your hair. You know very well that she's making preparations of her own, and sure enough, when you return, Euna is reclined upon the alcove bedding, staring at you with contented eyes. She's waiting for you.

You sit beside her and pull her close. With lips locked, your hands explore along the milk skin of her breasts, down the curve of her thighs, and finally finding the laces of her bodice.

She regards you as you loosen it and pull it off. For her skirt, she lifts her butt off the ground for you to pull them off. Only in her chemise now, she does not stop you when you lift the hem up her body, leaving her nude and trembling. Her smooth pussy has flowered open.Her pussy is nestled within a mane of blond hair. The lips glisten. Her breasts appear next, perfect unblemished orbs. A ring of bumps circle her areolas.

Exposed to each other, you explore. In time, your fingers creep down her belly and sliver between wet lips. She jolts and clutches you close as those fingers perform their own exploration. Noises escape her. First small whimpers but finally comes one long moan. It's almost lamenting.

Your mutual passion simmers down for a while after that as you both simply hold each other.

She breaks the silence. "My, that was certainly something."

"Just something?"

She snuggles you closer. "It certainly wasn't nothing, was it?"

She takes your cock in her hand and plays with it curiously. It hardens to her touch, which encourages her. She hefts its weight and traces her fingers along your crown. All the while, you wait, letting her grow familiar this member.

Apprehensive as she is, it seems she's decided it suits her, for she lies back with her legs wide and allows you to climb over her. She hisses inwardly as you enter. Your rhythm is slow and gentle, but as your shared passion grows, so does your pace. Her breathing comes out in gasps.

Faster and faster you go. Her arms and legs wrap about you. It becomes too much and you can no longer contain yourself. Her body quakes. Afterward, you hug her head to your chestbreasts.

She's silent for a long time. A few sniffles escape, but you know no words will help that. You simply hold her until she finally speaks.

"Oh," she says.

"Oh?"

"Just, oh."

"A performance?" Her eyes go wide. "But what would we even do? We don't have an act. We don't have any tools or instruments."

"I could tell a few ribald stories," you say.

She looks around. "I think this crowd is more interested in music and dancing."

"Hmm. You may be right. If I had my old lute, perhaps I could stage a show. Without it, I'm just a man telling stories."

"Another time then."

"Hmm. I have a few burlesque dances that I'm sure would draw some eyes."

Euna regards you. "Oh, you'd do one of your strip teases while I stand idly by?"

"You could dance too. I'll show you how."

"Cute. But no. Besides, I think this crowd is more interested in dancing to music than watching others."

"A performance? For them?"

"Why not? You have an instrument."

Euna pulls the lyre off her shoulder. "I suppose, but I've never played for an audience before. I think these people might not like my more... subtle style."

"You mean refined?"

"...yes."

"It'll be fine. Your music will set the mood for my act."

"What will you do?"

"You've seen my acts before."

"In Father's court, yes. But all you'd do is tell stories and dirty jokes, or get the crowd to sing those filthy songs of yours."

"There you go. That should work perfectly for a crowd this drunk."

She chews her lip. "I don't know... I'm not sure how I'd help."

"Come. I'll show you." You lead her to a secluded alley where you help her work out several songs with different moods and tones. She practices transitioning between them at your signals. You both make plenty of errors, many comical, and you laugh together at the mistakes, but soon, she's ready. You two hunt down a bare spot near the festivity's outskirts and you begin. She plays, and you spin tales. Festival goers linger. Your antics feed your tales. They're unbelievably raunchy, eliciting gales of laughter. Euna sets the tone perfectly. She transitions right along with the mood of your stories as though you two had worked together for years.

After years back home of watching your acts with dull eyes, all the humor has finally caught up to her. She laughs and cheers right along with the audience.

The sky darkens. The crowd thins, and so you bid everyone goodnight.

Euna is giddy. "That was delightful!"

"I couldn't have done it without my fellow performer." Bowing, you kiss her hand.

"Thank you, but you were the star. I never realized how talented you are back home. I only saw your silly clothes."

"My silly clothes?" you say. "Those clothes made me the Fool. Without them, I'd just be a man embarrassing himself before the court."

Euna laughs. "You're always embarrassing yourself, but you're quite good at it."

"It's what I do, your Highness."

"It will set the mood perfectly for my dance."

"Your dance?"

"You've seen me dance before."

"Those were not refined dances. They were little more than stripteases to titulate the men in my father's court."

"They were artistic," you reply. "And they were slow, and sensual, like your music." And then. "And I never stripped ...in court ...not entirely anyway."

"If you say so." She chews her lip. "So how does this work?"

"Come. I'll show you." You lead her to a secluded alley where you help her work out several songs with different rhythms and tones. She practices transitioning between them at your signals. You both make plenty of errors, many comical, and you laugh together at the mistakes, but soon, she's ready.

You two hunt down a bare spot near the festivity's outskirts. She plays, and you dance. Festival goers linger. Your dance is a ballet of waves. The turbulences starts in your legs. It undulates through your belly, and crests through your chest and arms. You explore yourself as though celebrating your own body. The men watch with interest, and the women with admiration.

Euna's music transitions the mood of your dances from sensual to excited, and back again, as though telling story, with it's rhythm, rise, climax, and release. After years back home of watching your acts with a sneer, she seems finally to have noticed the skill of your craft—the flexibility of your limbs, the tone of your acrobatic muscles, the grace of your lithe body. Even when others begin their own dances to her music, it's you she watches.

The sky darkens. The crowd thins. Sweaty and breathless, you bid everyone goodnight.

Euna is giddy. "That was delightful!"

"I couldn't have done it without my fellow performer." You bow from your waist so low your hair brushes the cobble.

She blushes. "Thank you, but you were the star. I never realized how talented you are back home. I only saw that scandalous chest wrapleotard."

You gasp in shock. "That wrapleotard was for acrobatics. Was I to perform such dances in street clothes."

"They certainly do call for a wide range of motion," she says. "Such novel ways to put your legs above your head for your captive audience."

"T'is my art, Your Highness."

Euna's smile lingers as her eyes hold yours. Without warning, she leans and plants a quick kiss upon your lips.

That wasn't enough for either of you, and you pull her in. Soon you're both lost in passion—tongues and bodies intertwine. When she pulls away, you both realize that some audience had remained. They cheer and whistle. Euna blushes, but at their encouragement, she kisses you again. Her fingers coil through your hair. Your hands slide along her side. Hers rake your back. The crowd loves it.

She finally breaks away, breathless and flushed, and grinning shyly from the attention. Lingering cheers cause her to bury her face in her hands, but she can't stop smiling.

You two bid your audience one final goodbye and head off.

"No, No. There have been many young men who've captured my eye. I've dreamed of what man I might marry. Not Grand Duke Vasilyevich, but some man. I'd fancy him, and he'd be a gentleman. We would love each other, and I long to feel his love in our bed so that I could bear him many heirs." She pauses. "What about you?"

"Oh, I love the pounding of a good hard cock," you reply.

She shakes her head. "Must you always be so crude?"

"I must, Your Highness."

"I suppose you wouldn't be you if you were a dignified lady."

"No." She pauses. "I don't know. I just want a chance to live the life my aunt denied me. Maybe there's still room for Nim. Maybe I'll later give penance, and this will just be a chapter in my life." She sighs. "Or maybe I'm just a silly girl who's succumbed to temptation. I don't regret it though, not tonight anyway."

"You'd be surprised," she says. "The convent was full of women, most young. Many aren't there by choice. Many need comfort, so things happen."

"...Things with you?"

"Me? I was a good little nun." Eyes closed, she sighs and smiles. "But even a good little nun might have a story or two."

She grins. "As you wish."

You head off. As Euna walks, cum runs down her thighs to her knees, but she makes no move to wipe it away. You pass several people along the way.

Though hardly anyone glances, her eyes twinkle. A devilish expression is upon her face. "This is so naughty," she whispers.

The guards at the gate have their eyes upon her face and breasts, not her legs. The vagrants in the slums stare as well, but by then it's too dark to see between her legs. Either way, she's practically giddy by the time you pass.

Beyond the view of everyone, she inspects herself. A rivulet has run all the way down her leg and disappeared down her boot. Her slit still glistens. "May I clean myself now?"

You give her the go ahead, and she takes a minute to wipe away what she can.

"Yes." she glances at the twilight sky. "You're right. Let's go." She takes a few steps, pauses, looks at the chemise in her hands, and then tosses it into the alley. It crumples onto a dirty puddles and soaks through instantly. It seems a waste of perfectly good silk, but why ruin such a symbolic moment of throwing the chemise away?

As you head off, Euna speaks. "If only my aunt could see me now. She'd die from shock."

"We can only hope."

"Don't wish such things. She might be right. I have lost my mind."

"Your sister wouldn't think so. I don't. I don't think your father would either, given the things I know about him. He'd probably congratulate you."

"What do you mean?" she asks. "Do you know stories about my father?"

"A few. Most are second hand. I've heard more about your mother."

"Dirty stories? Tell me."

"Another night. We need to get going if we don't want to be in the woods at night."

You leave through the front gate. The vagabonds in the shanty leer and whistle. They don't seem to bother her anymore. In fact, just as you two get to the edge of the town, Euna glances back, then flips up her petticoat, giving the homeless a quick glance of her ass. They hoot and cheer.

By the time you get back, the sun has set and both of you are quite tired.

"Oh, you will, will you?" Her eyebrow arches. "Then go ahead."

She stands before you, watching expectantly. You kneel before her. Rivulets of your cum are trickling down her thigh. Her slit is a creamed mess. You realize you have nothing to wipe the mess away with. Her chemise would have been useful, but it's lost forever.

Carefully, you wipe away the trickle using the back of your hand. It's both slippery and sticky. Unfortunately, her gash is too messy for you to simply transfer the mess to yourself to be cleaned later, and she sense this too.

Her hand is on the back of your head, guiding you in. Her thighs surround you. Her warm, wet sex becomes your sole awareness. Her mound of damp fur covers your face. You run your tongue along her smooth folds and collect all the goo and wet. You taste of her, yet another taste is beneath that—a tangy flavor that leaves a burn in the back of your throat.

She drapes one leg over your shoulder and holds you firmly in place. You've no choice but to continue. After the pungent flavors are gone, you stab your tongue inside of her to collect what you can. It leaves her shuddering.

When she finally lets you pull away, her breath is heavy. She looks down at you and nods. "Good. I think that should suffice. Now we can go."

You pull her toward the mouth of an alley and press her up against a wall.

She shivers. "Here? Right now? Anybody can see us."

"I know." You pull out your growing cock and lift her leg against your body.

"Do it," she breathes.

With that, you thrust into her dripping snatch.

"Yes," she cries. "Fuck me. Oh, heavens. Oh Lord." Her body quakes.

You turn her around and stab back into her. She presses her hands against the wall and pushes her ass against you.

"Use me," she says. She moans again and again.

"I know." You yank her bodice down.

"Do it," she breathes.

With that, you shove her up against the wall. mauling her breasts and tasting her nipples. You work lower down and yank her skirt to her ankles. Her snatch is dripping wet.

She cries out the moment your tongue touches her clit. "Ohh. Lord, yes." Her leg hitches over your shoulder. Her body trembles. "Eat me," she moans.

A pair of men passing in the street linger to watch. They call out to Euna. In response, she pulls her bodice off overhead. Her breasts hang free, wobbling in time with your thrusts.Breasts bared, her chest heaves with her every breath. She squeezes one tit while staring at the men. They cheer.

You shoot cum deep inside her. As you slow to a stop, she stands straight and presses her back against you. Your hands sneak around. Grasping her bare breasts, you hug her close and kiss her neck.

An audience has gathered, but she's past caring. You feel her body convulsing around you, and her screams ring out. You grab both cheeks of her ass and lock her onto your mouth until every last shriek has escaped her lips.

She's nearly limp by the time you sit back.

The men applaud. On a whim, Euna tosses her chemise to them. The men take it, examine what it is, then cheer again, holding it above their heads. Euna blows them a kiss, and they continue on their way. Her chemise is forever gone.

"Oh, my heavens. That was amazing," she says. "You don't suppose I've gone crazy, do you?"

"I think you've finally come to your senses."

"I'm serious. Do you think I'm overreacting just because of that old woman? I never in my life thought I'd do something like this."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

She thinks. "No. No, I'm not. But I know I should." She fastens her bodice back up.

"Your aunt would certainly think you should feel guilty," you say. "Your sister wouldn't. I wouldn't. I don't think your father would either. From what I know of him, he'd probably congratulate you."

"You have stories about him?"

"A few. Most are second hand. I've heard more about your mother."

"Dirty stories? Tell me."

"Perhaps another night. It's late. We need to get going if we don't want to be in the woods at night."

"Oh, bore," she says. "I wish there was a place we could stay here."

"Too bad we can't. Shall we go?"

The time comes in the song to change partners. An attractive, olive-skinned man with a broad smile approaches, hand offered. You guide Euna to him.

Euna pulls away from him. "What? Are you sure?"

You nod. "It's a social dance."

She leans close. "Do you not see what's going on around us? And you'll leave me with otherthese men?"

"Enjoy yourself," you say. The man whisks her away. You also get another partner—a spry gal with beer on her breath and a large bosom which she presses against you.

You keep an eye on Euna. The dance has the men twirl the women about and trade partners. Most take advantage of this to fondle their woman. Euna's partner is no exception. When the man grips her butt, she looks for you with wide eyes.

Her next partner doesn't let his hands wonder, but he whispers something that causes her to blush. But the next man fondles her ass. After that dance, she seeks you out.

"These men are shameless," she says. "You knew that would happen when you passed me off, didn't you?"

"You wanted lewd stories of your own."

"I did. I'm not sure this is what I had in mind."

"Just enjoy yourself. This is how some people live every day. They enjoy life."

Euna glances at a couple in an alley who are having sex. "They certainly do." Round and round you two go as Euna looks about at the others. The transition is coming up soon. Euna seems apprehensive.

"If you want, we can dance together the rest of the night," you say, "no more strangers."

"But if I do dance with others, I will be groped again. This doesn't trouble you?"

"Only if it troubles you," you reply.

The minstrels begins. Dancers seek out partners. You and she dance together initially, but the transition is seconds away, and indecision has her tensed. The moment comes...

...and she's away. Another dance partner twirls her into the crowd as you move to another woman.

The evening spans on. Each time you see Euna, she's with another man. Her self-conscious behavior has evaporated into joyous mirth despite the gropes of all the men. It may also have something to do with the goblet of wine she's procured.

Later, she's with a man who has her skirt lifted and a hand underneath. Another time, one of her breasts has spilled out of her bodice, yet she's too lost in the dance to correct it. During a slower dance, you find her pressed close to a short, bearded man. He has two hands on both of her buttocks and his face buried in her bosom.

During a pause, you both mugs of ale together. "Having fun?" you ask.

"Very frisky people here," she says. "I shudder to think how Reverend Mother Margosha would react if she knew what I was doing." She dances more. "Actually no. I would love to see how she'd react. If we ever get back, I'm going to hold dances just like this in the royal court, instead of those stuffy, proper, single-partner dances it usually has. And I used to think I was acting wild by joining those dances. But we never knew how to have fun at all."

"Yes. I could never stand dancing at your father's court."

"My bottom is positively glowing red from all the pinches and slaps I've gotten. One man had the audacity to reach up my frock and touch my flower. What do you think about that?"

She grins widely at you, but there's a studying look reveals that she's anxious to see your reaction.

"I might have gone farther." You snake your own hand down to fondle between her legs. She yelps joyously.

"Do you know what I did in response?" Her own hand darts down to grab the front of your breeches. "I grabbed his rod to see how he liked it." Her smile is more relaxed.

"It's not a good dance if the men aren't copping a feel. I had a few... explorers myself." When you say that, you snake your own hand down to fondle between her legs. She yelps joyously.

"Hmm. I think we'll both do some exploring later tonight." Her finger traces up the inside of your thigh. Her smile is coy, and her eyes now relaxed.

After a few dances, a song comes up where partners change. When the transition comes, you unlink hands with Euna. She doesn't hesitate to move on to the next dancer while you dance with a frilly damsel whose breasts are bared without shame.topless man whose muscles glisten with sweat.

As you spin about the dance floor, you keep an eye on Euna when you can. She's gayfully dances about with man after man. Sometimes they've got their arms about her low enough to rest their hands upon her ass, but she pays this no heed.

You twirl with many partners, all women in various states of undress. Many rub close to you. A domineering woman wearing an open robe goes so far as to you wrap her leg about you during a particular spin. She eyes you provocatively as her crotch presses against you.

You twirl with many partners, all men in various states of undress. Many pull you against them as they spin you about. A few man go so far as to grip you by your bottom. He eyes you suggestively while his hands explore.

Soon, Euna is your partner again, and she too has dressed down. She wears only her skirt and boots. Her bodice is stuffed into her pack. Her breasts hang free as she dances exuberantly.

She sees you staring. "It's warm here," she yells over the music. "Everyone else was, so why not?"

She's right. Nearly every woman has her breasts bared or cleavage which spills over their clothes, and nearly every man is topless. By this time of evening, some dancers, male and female, are completely naked. All hanging out for anyone to see. They are an exception though, and rather drunk.

Euna tugs your shirttunic off and tucks it into her pack. "Now you're no longer the most conservatively dressed either," she says. For the rest of that dance, she's close to you, using every excuse to press her breasts to your bare skinyours as she gazes into your eyes.

The transition comes, and she's away. While you dance with half-naked women, she's in the clutches of men.You both find yourselves in the clutches of men. You get your fair share of gropes, but not like Euna. One slow dance has the women put their back to the men while they lead. A man behind Euna reaches around her to cup her breasts. Later, another man rakes his hands from her legs up her body, pulling her skirt up. She laughs and pushes it back down. Another presses his hand to her crotch above her skirt. He works his fingers. Euna dances with him as happily as she does any other.

After a while, the minstrels pack it in. The dancing winds down. The festival goers, drunk and wild, wander home.

You and Euna depart and find a nearby fountain where Euna sits down for a minute to wash her face and arms.

"Heavens, this night was amazing," she says. "And to think I spent so long avoiding such lurid behavior." She leans in and kisses you quickly, then bends to wash sweat from her face and arms with fountain water. A carriage pulls up before a luxurious street house. Three men and two women get out. All are dressed well. Servants comes out of the mansion and carry luggage from the carriage into the house while the travellers stretch their legs. One man glances over, then draws the attention another beside him. Both watch as Euna cleans herself. You realize from the way she's sitting, they can probably see up her shortened petticoat.

"You've got some admirers," you murmur.

Euna glances over and grins. She makes no effort to turn her legs away.

Kiss Euna and fondle her breasts before them.

"Why don't you give them a little show."

You lean in and kiss Euna. While doing so, your hand slides down the front of her bodice. Euna squeals, but doesn't stop you, even when you pull the fabric down to expose one of her breasts.

All the men are watching now.

You dive back into her bodice to free the other breast. Euna notices the others watching. After hesitating, she unfastens the lace on her bodice and heaves her chest forward.

At this point, even the girls have looked over. They grin and shake their heads. This encourages Euna. She kisses you again. Taking your hand, she lowers it down her body to her hem of her petticoat. Your hand barely brushes the lips of her pussy when someone yells.Her hand slides down your leggings, but it barely brushes the lips of your pussy when someone yells.

"Oh, my word!"

Unseen by both of you, an elderly woman had emerged from the carriage. She's dressed in a conservative gown. Her gray hair is pulled back in a tight bun. She scowls at both of you. The watching men and women roll their eyes and turn their gaze.

Euna pulls away and hastily does up her bodice as the old woman storms over.

Euna stares at the men mischievously. "Why not?" She spreads her legs and waggles them about. Another man glances over. They watch and grin, murmuring to each other. Euna squeezes her breasts together through her clothes. She rubs her hands sensually along her body.

At this point, even the girls have glanced over. A few even continue to watch.

Encouraged, Euna slides her hands down the inside of her thighs, then reverses, pulling the hem of her petticoat up, revealing her damp sex. Her fingers slide along either side of her sex,comb through her pubic hair, then caresses along her legs. Euna rests her head back and closes her eyes, which is why she doesn't noticed when an elderly woman daintily climbs out of the carriage. The woman is dress in a conservative gown. She has a tight bun of gray hair pulled back and a frown seemingly fixed to her face with wrinkles. Noticing the others staring, she follows their gaze to Euna and gasps in horror.

"Uh, Euna," you say. "Maybe you should—"

"Oh, my word!" The old woman shouts. The watching men and women roll their eyes and turn away.

Euna's eyes snap open. Her legs clamp closed. The old woman glares at her traveling companions, then storms toward Euna.

Some of the men and women hurry after her. "Aunti, please," one says.

The old woman ignores them and marches right up. "Have you no shame, you... you harlot?"

"I'm sorry." Euna looks away.

"Where do you get off spreading your filth and temptation to others? You're a sinner and a whore, and you will stay away from my family."

The old woman ignores them and marches right up. "Have you no shame, you... you harlots?"

"We're sorry." Euna looks away.

"Where do you get off spreading your filth and temptation to others? You whores will stay away from my family."

"Eloise..." One of the women lays her hand on the old woman's shoulder and tries gently to steer her away. "Please, just let it go."

"I will not. I've told you again and again that this city is a haven of sin. We're not here for more than one minute when this filthy whore starts temping us with herthese filthy whores start tempting us with their devilish ways."

Euna wilts away from the woman. Her down-turned face is burning red.

You stand. "We meant no disrespect and will be on our way, but you will watch what you say before my Lady."

"Your Lady?" she says. "More like your mistress. You two will burn for your sins."

You stand. "Whores and sinners we may be, but I'm glad to be that than a shriveled venomous hag. Let's go, Euna."

The woman scoffs. "You gloat in your vile ways. You two will burn in hell."

"Aunti Eloise," says the girl holding the woman's shoulder. "Come inside, please. Leave them be." She, and a man who looks to be her brother forcefully guide the old woman away. Eloise rants right up until they guide her into the house.

Euna looks pitiful. Her shoulders are tucked in. She's holding herself. You put your arm around her. She leans into you.

One of the men wonders back. "Excuse me."

"I'm sorry," Euna mumbles. "We'll go."

"No, no." He waves his hand dismissively. "We're the ones who owe you an apology. Our aunt is... how do I say this? Old fashioned. She grew up in a convent, you see?"

Euna looks up. "What?"

"Yes. She's a Sevic nun. They're a conservative lot. Painfully out of touch. They think if anything is fun, it's probably evil."

"I... I know of religions like that."

He shrugs. "We can't take her anywhere. She's constantly making a scene."

"I see..."

"Please, don't let her get to you." He grins. "You were brilliant. After a long carriage ride with our Aunt, that was exactly the kind of show we needed."

"Er... you're welcome," Euna replies.

The man winks and heads back toward the others.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

She nods.

"Come. When these things happen, it's best to move along." You two head down the street. "I hope that didn't bother you too much. I always let it—"

"That could have been me?"

"What?" you ask.

"Her. That old woman. That could have been me years from now. It was me. Last year, I caught one of the court guards and the service maids fondling each other in the buttery. I scolded them for their indecency. I even tried to bring it up to the steward, and he scolded them too, but I knew he was just humoring me. I actually wanted to have him replaced. Just because a pair of servants fondled each other."

She walks further. "All my old friends and my sister have grown strange to me, and why wouldn't they? I'd become... like that, this crone that everyone tolerates, who makes fusses over harmless antics and judges others. Years from now, my nieces and nephews would have been apologizing on my behalf. She grew up in a convent, you see?" She turns to you. "Admit it. I was impossible to be around. Wasn't I?"

You nod begrudgingly. "Some of us may have learned to stay out of your way."

"Well, I'm not going to be that any more. That convent would have turned me into a bitter old crone, but not anymore. And I have you to thank for it."

"Me?"

"Yes. These past few days have been the best of my life. And it's because of you. You've shown me how to enjoy life. You've been guiding me."

"You're welcome. You've become a wonderful person to be around."

"I want more," she says. "You've seen and done so much, and you have so many wild stories. Maybe you've shown me how to live, but I have so much catching up to do. Guide me. Teach me about your ways of life. Help me make stories of my own."

"Stories like the ones I tell you? Those are some sultry stories."

"Good. I want that. I want to live like that." She looked down at herself. "I think the first thing I'll do is stop dressing so conservatively. I'm so damn hot in this." Shuffling about, she pulls out the shoulder straps of her chemise and works her arms through them. Then she tugs her chemise down her body underneath her other clothes. Finished, she steps out of her chemise and holds it up. It's damp with sweat.

"Silk. It's far too warm for this weather." She turns to you and poses. "How do I look?"

All she's wearing on her upper body is her bodice. Her ample cleavage is practically spilling out of its low-cut neckline. The bodice also laces up the front. Between the crisscrossing lace, you can see her skin all the way from neck to navel. Her bodice and her petticoat don't quite meet, showing off a strip of her midriff, and her petticoat, shortened as it is, stops mid-thigh, revealing bare legs down to her boots.

"You look beautiful," you say.

"I was already beautiful."

"Well, now you look sexy too."

Euna grins. "That's more what I was hoping for. Do you desire me?" she asks. "Are you fantasizing about what you'll do to me once we get back?"

"No. I'm fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you right now."

"Yes, but we must hurry if we're to get back before nightfall."

You scoop Euna by her knees and shoulder, and you really do try to carry her, but there are certain truths working against you.

You are a fit woman with an acrobatics muscles, but you have a small, lithe body compared to Euna's voluptuous figure.

You are a small man.

Euna is as limp as a dead cat.

You are also very drunk.

"This isn't going to work," you say. "You'll have to walk."

"Hmm! My feet." Pouting, she lies down on the cobbles and sticks her leg straight upward. Her skirt and chemise ride up, leaving her exposed. Her toes point toward your face. "Kiss my feet and make 'em better."

Get her up and walking.

Kiss her feet.

When the current dance ends, you pull Euna along to the casks along the side. While she fans herself, you fetch two mugs of ale.

"Another night of drunken tomfoolery for you, I see," Euna says.

"And for you." You pass her the second mug.

"For shame. You know how poorly I handle my drink." She takes a swig.

"I'll watch over you. And if you get too drunk, the sister's tonic will help."

"Those tonics may be evil in disguise," Euna mutters. "Hangovers are the Lord's way of remind us we're being gluttonous. There shouldn't a simple trick to forgo them."

"Then let us remind ourselves." You hold up your drink. "To gluttony."

"To the Lord. May he not judge us too harshly." She toasts with you and drinks. When the next dance starts, she drains her mug and pulls you along. She does the same the next several times you pull her aside for drinks.

Euna takes hers. "I trust you will watch over me if I should become too inebriated."

"Of course I will."

"Good." She drinks. "I'll try not to, but we know how well I do with that." When the next dance starts, she drains her mug and pulls you along. She does the same the next several times you pull her aside for drinks. As the festival goes on, she's dancing gaily, and frequently stumbles into other dances.

Euna comes right along with you and takes the first mug. She's already taken several swallows before you have yours. "For love and passion. And all the other aspects of life I never knew back home." She holds her mug high.

"For sex and pleasure," you toast with her.

"Those too." Her eyes gleam as she drinks deep. When the next dance starts, she tosses aside her empty mug and pulls you along.

Many times through the night, you both return for more ale, sweaty and breathless. She always has another drink, which she frequently carries out with her into the crowd. Her ale sloshes as she dances.

You two depart, giddy and sweaty. She walks barefoot, carrying her boots in arm, and she leans heavily on you.

"I dun think I can walk home tonight," she says. "To the temple?"

"I think we have to," you reply.

"Wait," she pulls you toward a city fountain. Sitting on the rim, she scoops handfuls of water to drink, splashes more on her face, and then slumps down onto the cobbles beside it. Her eyes start to close.

"No, no," you say. "Don't pass out here. Let's get to the temple first."

"My feet hurt..."

"I'm not surprised. You danced a lot."

You two depart, giddy and sweaty. You're drunk, but Euna is stumbling and slurring. She supports herself on you as you guide her toward the city exit.

"We'rr goin home now?" she asks.

"The music is over. The sun is gone."

"Wait. I've got to... I've got to sit." Euna drags you toward a large fountain. She tries to sit upon its lip, but ends up crumpling onto the cobbles beside it instead. "My feet. Ohhh." With great effort, she tugs her boots off. Small blisters have formed along her heels and and ankles. After an examination, she sprawls her feet out before her on the cool stone. Her head rests back, and her eyes close. "We danced soo much."

"We did." You slump onto the fountain lip beside her. "Come on. We'll take care of those blisters at home."

"Hmmm," she pouts. "I don't want t'walk. Carry me."

"I can't carry you all that way."

"I'll make it up to you if you do. I'll let you do things to me."

"I still can't, but I'll help you walk."

She doesn't reply. She's fast passing out.

"Euna. Come along. We can't sleep out here." You try to pull her up.

She bats your hands away. "Hmm... sleepy."

While you're wrestling with her, another drunken couple stop by the fountain. The woman sits and splashes her face and arms with water. The man watches you two with amusement.

"Too much ale?" he asks.

"I dun wanna walk home." Euna mumbles.

"Looks like you'll be taking her to the temple," he says.

"The temple?" you ask.

He points toward a large dome structure seen from over the nearby buildings. "You should let the Simori take her in tonight or she will be in no shape tomorrow morning."

"Ooh, the temple," Euna says. "Letz do that. Nuns are good. Thank you, noble sir."

The woman finishes refreshing herself and looks Euna over. "Just make sure you watch over her there," she says to you,"If you ladies do go, stick close," she warns, and the two depart.

Euna holds her hands up to you. "Carry me," she says.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

"And are you going to make it worth my while?"

You and Euna stagger off. Both of you are quite giddy and sweaty from the dancing, and both quite tipsy from the ale.

She bounds up and wraps her arms and legs about you. You carry her from the festival.snags you from behind. Her her chest is sweaty against your back. "That was absolutely lovely," she says. "I could live in this town every night, dancing my life away, and I would die happy."

"Good heavens, did I have fun," she clutches you for support. "I'm beginning to like this strange land. Shall we be getting back?"

"I think so," you say. The sun is low in the horizon.

You two leave out the front gate. After a long walk, you finally arrive back at the camp.

Return to camp.

You clasp her feet and kiss the bottom. She shudders and reaches her foot even higher, and so your lips explore. You suck each toe, nibble her soles, and plant delicate kisses on each of her blisters. Her other foots comes up beside the first, and you switch. She seems beside herself, half-conscious, and now with one hand between her legs. She's pleasuring herself for anyone to see.

Except she's also falling asleep. Her hand is dead on her clit, and her mouth hangs open.

You press your fingers into her vagina. She gasps. For several turns of the song, you two spin about. Several people glance.

Shy, Euna buries her face against your shoulder. "This is scandalous," she murmurs. "Are you trying to make sure everyone sees my intimates?"

"Everyone," To underline your point, you pull her skirt up even higher.

Her skirt is up about her waist now, and people ogle her smooth pubic moundblonde pubic bush and her ass.

Her face is red, yet she's stifling a grin. As your fingers worm inside her, she quivers. You press your lips to hers, and she passionately returns the kiss. When she pulls away, a slight moan escapes her lips.

"Okay," she says. She pushes your hand away. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to start making noises."

"Why not?" you ask.

She grins. "Have you no sense of decency?"

"None at all."

You slide your hand up her thigh to cup her ass.

She reaches back and pulls your hand away. "Naughty little deviantgirl." She smiles at you. "There's time for that later."

"I don't think anyone here cares." You nod toward a woman kneeling beside a food stand sucking the cock of a man with his leggings about his knees.with her face under the frock of another woman straddling her.

She studies them as you two go round and round. Her eyes gleam with mischief. "I suppose people don't, do they?" This time, she doesn't stop you when your hand explores.

She glances around. "This is so indecent."

Her dress rides higher and higher until her bare ass is exposed.

She hastily pats her skirt down and waggles a finger at you. "Somebody might see."

"Somebody did," you say. "Right behind you." She looks. A dancing couple are glancing over. The man and the women are smiling coyly.

"Oh heavens!" She turns back. Her cheeks are flush.

Euna glances around and notices several dancers eyeing you two with a knowing gleam in their eye. "Oh Lord," she mutters. Her face reddens, but she doesn't stop you.

"I'm sure any one of these men would be happy to donate," Euna says. "Let us join in the dance. I'll find someone."

You first dance together and then with separate partners. Euna enjoys herself simply for the sake of dancing. She gets affectionate with each partner. Soon enough, she's whispering in the ear of a sweaty and drunken young man. They disappear around a corner. When you peek, Euna is kneeling before him. His tights are about his knees, and he's hardening quickly.

"Here? As in dance?"

"Why not?"

She looks around. Two minstrels play on a stage. People twirl about. They laugh and prance. It's far different than the balls back home. "I've never danced like that before," she says. "It's rather unrefined."

"It's fun. Come." You pull her toward the streetside, where people draw mugs of ale from rows of wooden casks. Getting in line, you draw two mugs. "Perhaps a little liquid encouragement."

"It does seem we'd stand out if we were sober," she notes.

You throw an arm about her shoulder and take healthy swigs of ale.You take healthy swigs. Some ale dribbles off your chin and down your breasts. Meanwhile, Euna cautiously sips hers, though it seems to be to her liking. She sips more, and often, all while eyeing the crowd. As the songs change verses, people trade off dancing partners.

A pair of drunken dancers nearly collides with you two. Euna ducks back. "I'm not sure I'm ready to dance with these drunken louts."

"If you'd like," you say. "We will dance with only each other."

Euna relaxes. "I would like. At least at first." She drains the rest of her mug. "Shall we?"

"I don't see many women dancing together," she says. "Are we allowed?"

"Sure we are. Look over there." You point out two intoxicated women spinning about each other with arms linked. "And over there." Two women in the alley are groping and kissing each other. "No one will mind if we dance together."

"Good," Euna says. "I'm not sure I'm quite ready to dance with all these sweaty men." She drains the rest of her mug. "Shall we?" She drags you out to dance. With each one, she smiles more and laughs louder. Her reserved steps become more wild until she's skipping and twirling like everyone else.

"That would be lovely," she says, "but I shall be getting nearly as inebriated as last time."

"But you had such fun."

She grins. "Yet I can hardly remember it. Come. The song is starting."

You two dance for hours. You occasionally stop for a drink, but Euna remains adamant about having any more than a single ale.

"That would be grand," she says. "Come. We'll have a quick drink before the next song."

The two of you dance for hours, stopping only occasionally for another drink. Soon you're both quite tipsy, yet it only makes the dancing more fun. Many times you both or stumble into others. Euna laughs every time.

As the sky grows dark, the festival becomes louder more crowded. The drunk and raucous outnumber the tipsy. Couples kiss passionately against the street-side houses. Many of the dancers have removed some clothes. Men reveal bare, hairy chests. Women bare their legs and busts. They rub themselves against their male dance partners. Both men and women openly grope each other.

After each dance, she stumbles back to the casks, dragging you along. As she catches her breath, she would draw herself another mug of ale. Much of it escapes down her cleavage, which she wipes up absently. The moment the minstrels start playing again, she stashes her mug and drags you out to the dance floor.

"You might want to slow down," you say.

"But itsa quick step!" Her words are slurred. "Dance with me, my lovely Fool!"

You two twirl about once again.

Several times, dancers change partners. Several men try to step in dance with Euna. She declines them all, choosing to stick with you as her sole dance partner.

"It's getting rather untamed here," she says as you spin about.

"You can't be serious" she asks. "As much as I enjoy dancing, this isn't a dance, it's an orgy."

"Well, some people are having an orgy, but most are dancing."

"And I will not dare partake in this. I'd be molested within a minute."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"More than willing, I suspect," Euna says. "And I'm sure they'll expect me to work for it."

"I expect you too as well."

"Oh I see. This isn't just about collecting ingredients, it's about debasing myself like a wanton harlot."

"Yes. Now go find a man and beg him for his cum."

"Maybe you should charge money."

She eyes you. "I'm not a prostitute. It's bad enough I'm about to solicit a stranger for such a thing."

"If you don't want to do this..."

She eyes you. "I'm not a prostitute like you. Frankly, this seems like something you should be doing."

"If you don't want to do this, I'd be happy to."

"I never said that. Perhaps it will be unbecoming of a tsarivna, but it is you who faces humiliation, since you'll be waiting here like a fool while I'm off dallying with another man.submissive little pet while I dally with a man. And just so you know, I will be enjoying myself. Now wait here."

She soon finds a passing dock worker. After talking, they enter an alley. You peek around to find her on her knees. His breeches are by his ankles, and his cock points right at her.

"Hmm. No doubt," Euna looks around. "I don't suppose we could go anywhere else for this task, could we?"

"I think here is fine."

"I'm sure you do, because let's not fool ourselves. I'll be the one doing the dirty work."

"Very dirty work." You hug her from behind. "Who in their right mind would ever want to touch these people, much less touch their filthy, grimy cocks?" Your hands squeeze her breasts.

Euna snuggles against you. "The things you make me do..."

Euna snuggles against you. "Fine. You've intrigued me, but you'll only have yourself to blame when I run off with a pack of filthy vagrants one day."

She approaches a scruffy vagrant sitting alone. After a talk, he nods enthusiastically, and they travel into the nearby woods. Once you found a vantage point, she's already worked his grimy pants down. His unwashed cock is already hardening.

She scoops out her tits and envelops his manhood with them. Undulating her body, she works his cock deep within the fathoms of her cleavage, but she never so much as kisses the little cock-head which peeps out.

His seed erupts over her neck and chest. Euna milks his cock until the last spurt, then sits back as though relaxing, though really she's keeping the cum from dribbling down her cleavage.

The man thanks her and departs.

When you catch up, she's collecting the cum on her tits into the thimble.

"That was simple," Euna says. "I avoided using my mouth because I didn't want to contaminate his donation."

"Good thing your tits are perfect for milking men."

"Good thing indeed."

Cum Sample added to inventory

You descend on her, groping her boob and reaching up her skirt to cram three fingers into her slit. Euna grinds against you. She writhes about and gives pitiful tired moans. Her hand absently latches onto your pantsleggings in a feeble attempt to bring out your cockpull you onto her face.

Except it fails. She's stopped grinding. Her eyes are closed, and her hand is limp. Euna is falling asleep.

A crowd goes walking by. They give you askew glances. Some linger, clearly concerned.

"Hmm, you villain." Euna flops over and rolls onto her back. Half-conscious, she scoops one of her tits out of her bodice and squeezes it sensually. "You, sir, are a villaindear lady, are a villianess, but I am drunk and helpless." Her legs spread provacatively. "Have your way with me."

"Hmm, you villain." Her face scrunches. Her eyes are still closed. "Said you'd watch over me. And here you are, taking advantage me." She dangles a silencing finger. "I will let you do horrible things to me... once I'm sober." And the hand drops.

Her eyes are closed, and she's clearly half asleep.

Get her up and walking.

Have your way with her.

"Come along now. Get up," you say.

The amount of effort and whining it takes simply to get Euna to stand makes it clear that you two are not hiking through the woods in the dark. You carry her boots and help her through the streets.

The temple's front door is sealed, but ensconced torched light a way around the building's side, and stumbling drunks are heading that way. This leads a side door, where a comely young nun dressed in a stark white habit is inspecting each man as they come to the door.

"Yes, come in," she says to one man who nearly topples into her.

To a pair of sweaty, drunk holding each other up with shoulders over arms, "You two again? Of course. Please, try to be respectful today."

The next is a relatively sober man who's dragging a man who can hardly stand. "Just dropping him off," he says.

The nun has to stop her triaging to help this drunk inside after the sober man shoves him into her arms.

You are the last to come up.

"You two aren't one of my regulars," the sister says.

"I hvvn't drunk ale bfore," Euna mutters. "I'm sorry."

"It's quite all right. In you two."

The door leads into a large wing of the temple. It's a dark and enclosed area, except that the outer walls are made of a reticulated window pattern, which allows the warm night air to breeze through. Dozens of inebriated folk are already here, laid out on mats spread out along the large floor space. The sister helps you two navigate using the small island of light created by her hand lantern.

You come to a pair of empty mats in the rooms middle, and Euna plops down on one.

She gives one glance at Euna and motions you both in. "Come along, you two." With her lantern, she leads you through the dark hall to a pair of mats in the center.

Euna plops down on one. She settles down.

The sister hands you two vials of clear liquid. "Here. Drink your tonics. We're closing our doors soon. Have you any questions before I leave you?"

Euna snaps her legs together.

Shirina steps down from her perch and tiptoes by the food platters to where you two are. "Why? What were you able to do?" she asks.

Euna's face is flushed red. "N–Nothing."

You speak. "We were motivated by the show you just put on. Guess what she has inside of her right now."

Shirina lights up. "Oh! Apples? Aren't they fun?"

"Err... I suppose," Euna says.

"How many did you fit?"

"... just one." Euna's eyes are downcast. Her face is burning red.

"I... He wanted to see if I could fit an apple too."

Shirina lights up. "Oh, that's wonderful! How many did you fit?"

Euna is red with embarrassment. "Just one. I was just entertaining hisher little desire."

"HeShe asked to see if I could fit an apple inside myself," Euna says.

"Oh, how wonderful!" Shirina replies. "And did you? Just one?"

"Just one. Yes. And I didn't expect himher to call an audience like that."

Shirina laughs and throws an arm over Euna's shoulder. "Oh don't be embarrassed. I'm the last person to judge. I can't even look at a fruit without imaging how many I can fit inside me, but apples are the best. I'm always glad to find another who understands."

Euna is still clutching the hem of her skirt down to cover herself, but she seems to relax a little.

"It has its appeal," Euna admits. Her blush is fading.

"You're only saying that because you're hoping I'll do it, aren't you?" Euna says.

"Sure, but aren't you even curious?"

"I think I probably could, with some effort."

You hold up an apple you collected for yourself earlier. "Then let's find out."

Euna glances toward Shirina. "Right here? In public?"

"No one's watching us. Why not?"

"There could be. People are coming and going. Shirina would need only to turn around."

"It's a risk, isn't it? But do you really think anyone would care, especially after the show Shirina just put on for all to see?"

First, Euna hesitates, turning the apple over in her hands, but then she pulls back of her skirt so her bare ass is on the platform. Turning so that only you have a view between her legs, she darts the apple beneath her and sits upon it.

Euna rocks her baldfurry slit back and forth over the apple. It takes her more effort than it took Shirina. She grunts and winces and clutches the platform. Her vaginal lips cave, and the apple pops in.

"Ooh." Euna clutches her crotch. "Satisfied?"

"Satisfied."

"Hey, Shirina. Come see what Euna can do."

"They're good for this sport," Shirina replies. "No mess. A good size. I started with apples, but that's really because my family grew an orchard, so there were plenty about. I would sneak off and hide behind an apple tree in the far corner of the orchard, and I'd cram myself full of fallen apples. I was always so terrified that my brothers and sisters might find me. Or heaven forbid my father should find out. Here, I can be proud of my interest, even if it does make me a spectacle for people like Miray."

"Oh, would you?" Shirina says. "I'd love to see."

Euna is still beet red. After glancing about, she spreads her legs and inches the hem of her dress up. When she rises up, the apple pops out on its own. She snatches it and snaps her legs shut.

"That was marvelous! Have you tried a second?"

"No. I..." She glances about and laughs out of nervousness.

"Don't worry. I won't pressure you into trying, but you must keep me up to date on your progress."

"I suppose I can." Euna's blush isn't as bad. She even smiles slightly.

"Very well." Euna spreads her legs and pulls her skirt high. When she lifts, the platform surface no longer holds the apple in her snatch, and it pops out.

"Impressive," Shirina takes the apple and brings it back toward Euna's crotch.

Euna flinches away.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Shirina says. "May I please? I'd like to get a sense how easily you take it."

"I... go ahead." Euna spreads herself wider.

Without pause, Euna spreads her legs wide and raises her skirt.

Shirina presses the apple against Euna's loosened slit. It takes some working, but Euna swallows it back up.

"Not bad." Shirina lets it slide out. She pushes it back. In and out it goes. Then she pushes it deep using two fingers. Euna shudders. Shirina keeps her palm fully against Euna's pussy to keep it in. "It doesn't want to stay in though."

"I'm still new at this." Euna's breath is shallow.

"Want to feel what an accepting flower feels like?"

Euna nods, so Shirina lets the apple slip from her. It glistens with Euna's juices. She pulls her gown's front aside to reveal her own trimmed pussy with its dark lips, and she guides Euna's hand to press the apple against her gash. Euna pushes. Shirina engulfs the apple with ease. Euna doesn't stop until she has four fingers and half her palm buried inside.

"Impressive," Euna says.

"Keep working on yourself," Shirina. "I hope some day you can take an apple just as easily as I can. Maybe more..." She flexes and pops the apple out onto Euna's hand.

"Perhaps. We'll see," Euna replies.

"Of course," Shirina says. "I'll let you two eat. Enjoy yourselves." She returns to her perch.

The moment she has her back turned, Euna lifts up, sticks her hand under her skirt, and bring out the apple, now glistening with her juices.

Euna turns narrowed eyes upon you. "You knavetramp. That was a mean trick you pulled, calling her over like that."

"And yet you showed her anyway," you say.

She blushes all over again. "Well, she... she asked nicely."

"She did. It looks like you've found a kinship."

"But look at how happy you made her," you say.

Euna smirks despite her efforts. "Sometimes I marvel at what a gentlemanlady you can be underneath all that foolery." She regards you. "But other times, it's painfully obvious why you always seemed to spend half your life in the pillory." She hands you the slippery apple. "Now, don't waste your food."

The apple tastes of female essence.

"It's certainly not the sort of thing you'd see back home," Euna mutters to you, "and to replace the apples like that?"

"It's be a waste of food otherwise."

"One might suggest not shoving food up your nethers if you were concerned about waste."

Euna rises up, and the apple pops from her snatch. She passes it to you. "Now don't waste your food."

The slick apple smells of her, but you gladly eat it.

You both finish your food. Shirina gets your attention as you're getting up. "I hope you two enjoyed your meal."

"It was splendid, thank you," Euna replies.

A girl trots up with a young man in tow. She has curves despite her young age, and she has a great mane of curly black hair that bounces with each step. She has no interest in the food, and gathers instead at the edge of a fruit display and grins at Shirina.

"Hello," the girl says.

Shirina smiles wearily in return. "Hello, Miray. I see you've brought a friend."

Miray nods. "I told him about what you did last time. He wants to see for himself."

"It's been a busy day, Miray. And I've done this so many times already..."

"Please? My father says you're the champion at the council's feasts. What kind of champion are you if you won't accept a challenge?"

"Oh, very well. But we must be quick about it." Shirina sits on the platform facing them with her legs spread. She drapes the front flap of her dress over one leg to reveal herself to the two. She holds her hand out to them expectantly. Miray snatches an apple from the fruit display and kneels between Shirina's legs.

But when she moves the fruit to her snatch, Shirina stops her. "Ah ah. I'll do it." She takes the apple and rubs it up and down her slit. Her trim, bristled pubic hairs rasp against the apple's flesh. Her juices spread. And then she pushes. The dark, thick lips of her pussy engulf the fruit. With her index finger, she pushes it deep within herself, and when she withdraws, her lips close, and it's as though nothing were inserted at all.

The young man marvels. "Father above..."

"See?" Miray says. "I told you. And she hasn't even started." She fetches another apple and holds it up. "Can I put in the next one, please?"

"If you must."

Miray puts the apple to Shirina's snatch, and with an open palm, shoves it in.

Shirina recoils. "Gently," she says, but Miray keeps pushing until it too is engulfed. Two of her fingers burrow past Shirina's lips, depositing the apple deep.

The young man hands Miray the next, and Miray immediately pushes it in after the others. Shirina braces the platform rim.

Then comes the fourth apple. Miray has to put some force into this one. Open palm, elbow out, she shoves hard.

Shirina winces. "Careful..." but Miray doesn't let up. She even grabs Shirina's hip to keep her sliding back. Eventually the apple disappears, but barely. When Miray takes her hand away, Shirina's pussy flowers outward, the apple emerges. Only by leaving her hand pressed to Shirina's pussy can she keep it in.

But then Miray reaches for a fifth apple.

"No, dear. It's not going to fit," Shirina says.

"My father says you took much more at the council's feast."

"That takes preparation. I'm afraid four must satisfy you today."

"But it doesn't."

"Can you fit four apples in your nest?"

"Oh fine." Miray turns to her friend. "But you see? She's got a cavern between her legs."

His eyes are fixed upon Shirina's pussy.

"Come on." Miray leads him away. She waves over her shoulder. "Bye, Shirina."

"You take these apples!" Shirina tenses her abdomen. Apples pop out, which she waves at the two.

"No thanks!" The two dart around the corner.

Shirina sighs. She squeezes out the remaining three apples. After wiping her vaginal juices off them, she glances about, then replaces three onto the stack with the other fruit. When she spots you two watching, she casts a guilty expressions as though to say, "this will be our little secret."

She bites into the last apple as she retakes her perch atop the food platform.

"Fascinating."

"I bet you could fit an apple or two."

The girl finishes and leaves the bowl of berries for you two. Meanwhile, Shirina is now free from her conversation.

Euna eyes Shirina's leaking tits. "Oh very well. A little I suppose."

Shirina hoists her tit over Euna's cup. With a squeeze, milk sprays from the pores of her nipple. It swirls into the drink, mixing dark, stout-brown brew with pale clouds.

"Thank you." Euna sips, weighs the flavor, and nods. "It is good."

Shirina does the same for your drink. "Enjoy, you two!"

You and Euna sip your drinks in privacy while Shirina serves others. Euna seems lost in thought.

"Do you actually like it," you ask.

"I do. Though I wonder if it's really better than mare or goat milk. I think most people here pester Shirina for her breastmilk because they're perverts." Euna notices a splatter of milk upon her wrist. She licks it up. "Hmm. Maybe it is better. Perhaps if we return home, I could have a nursemaid tend to my guests and me during supper." She frowns. "But then I wouldn't want to do to a nursemaid what this town does to Shirina."

"What if you supplied the milk yourself?"

"Now there's a thought. Every supper, I'd expose my breasts and squeeze out my own cream for nobles and boyars alike. How appalled they'd be."

"Now who's the pervert?" you ask.

She sips her drink and wiggles her hips mischievously.

Shirina is wiping her breasts clean when you two return.

"The Boza was lovely," Euna says. "Thank you."

The children bring out another pot of Boza. Shirina removes the wax seal and breaths deep the vapors. People congregate.

The very first customer brings his mug to Shirina for milk. She drapes open her dress and kneads her breasts. More people collect mugs of Boza. The crowd grows, yet no milk dribbles from her nipples.

"Get on with it," one man says.

"One moment." Shirina works her breasts.

"My Boza is getting cold," says a woman.

More complaints come. Shirina placates as best she can. Then someone pours their drink onto the floor and tosses away their cup. He leaves.

"Have patience, please."

More cups spill.

Euna has had enough. She storms up. "Behave yourselves. She's already doing what she can."

"She's taking too long." a man shouts.

"So she is. Pour your drinks back into the pot and wait. I'm sure it can be reheated. Do not act like spoiled infants and waste the drink the children made for you."

The man holds his drink out and makes a show of pouring it on the tiles.

Euna delivers a slap squarely across his face. The man stumbles to the ground. Silence follows.

He gapes at her. "You hit me."

Euna addresses everyone. "Pour your drinks back into the pot and wait. I will not tell you again."

One by one, they do so. A few leave. Most wait patiently. The man Euna struck scurries off.

"Thank you." Shirina still massages her tits fervently. "You've got a stronger will than I. I could never be so firm with them."

"Then it's a blessing I'm here," Euna replies. "It's dreadful how they treat you."

"Oh, they're not all bad. They're just..." She trails off. Her concentration is on her breasts.

"Can I help?" Euna asks.

"Actually, what I really need is a good suckling upon my breasts. That always gets my milk flowing."

"Hmm." Euna shrugs. "Very well." She turns to you. "Make yourself comfortable. We're staying a while longer."

"Yes, My Lady."

This is too much for Euna. She runs up to the crowd. "Stop. Please. She's already doing everything she can."

"She's taking too long." a man shouts.

"I won't drink it without milk," a woman says.

You step beside Euna. "But it seems Shirina's tits are disobeying her today, but worry not, everyone. Shirina is punishing them as we speak."

Some people snicker. Shirina is mauling her tits fiercely.

"I, for one, will not be happy until I have my milk," you add, "which is why I won't draw my cup until her tits drip like the quim of a princess maiden kidnapped by ruffians."

More chuckles. The tension is breaking.

"So let us all pour our drinks back in the pot and...

...wait."

...enjoy the show as my fair lady sucks the milk from Shirina's teats."

Many eyebrows go up. They're intrigued.

Euna murmurs to you. "I would gladly do so simply because you told me so, but don't you think you should have asked Shirina first?"

"Actually," Shirina says. "Your help would be lovely. A suckling pair of lips never fails to get me flowing."

"Then of course I will help."

Euna gapes at you. "I'll do what?"

"You'll give them a show. That'll calm them down."

"In front of all these people?"

"Actually," Shirina says. "That would help me immensely. A suckling pair of lips never fails to get me flowing."

Euna looks over the crowd with trepidation. "I... very well then. If you want me to do it, then of course will."

"And make a show of it," you whisper.

"Actually, that would help," Shirina says.

Euna sighs. "Then of course I will." She glowers at you, "Though we could have done without the announcement."

Euna climbs onto the platform and straddles Shirina's lap. Shirina reclines back and proffers one tit. Euna closes her lips about the nipple, and she suckles. Eyes gather on them.

Shirina cradles Euna's head close. Euna sits more comfortably in her lap. When she lifts away and tweaks Shirina's nipple, a dribble of milk appears. She licks it away and suckles more, but her hands continue squeezing Shirina's other tit.

Shirina shudders. She presses her hands overtop of Euna's, encouraging her to squeeze more, touch more.

Euna pulls away, breathy. The tit she's been suckling now sprays milk with each squeeze. It runs down Euna's hand. Their eyes meet. Shirina pulls her close, and the two kiss passionately as though they had no audience. But then someone approaches with a mug and clears his throat.

Euna glares, but Shirina is more accommodating.

"Hold it close," Shirina says. The man does, and she squeezes milk into his drink. Euna turns her attention to suckling Shirina's other tit. She grinds her crotch against Shirina's leg.

Shirina pets Euna's hair affectionately, but now she's more focused on serving the crowd. Euna gets the other tit producing. She enjoys it for herself by squeezing it so milk sprays from the nipple. It splatters Euna's face and neck, and then she licks the drops from the nipple.

But the line of patrons grows. Shirina is committed to her duty, so she serves people from both tits, and Euna climbs off.

"Thank you so very much," Shirina says.

In reply, Euna gives her one last lingering kiss before leaving her to tend her flock.

Euna returns to you. Droplets of milk dot her cleavage. "There. Now we can go.""I hope I performed to your satisfaction.""I got a little carried away," she says. "Shall we leave?"

Two little chefs carry over a giant clay pot. Shirina lifts the lid, and steam curls up. She scoops out a dark brown draft with a frothy head, tries it, and nods in satisfaction.

Smells of mulled cinnamon and honey attracts people. One man scoops up a mug and turns to Shirina. "Any milk today?"

"Let's see," Shirina says. "Give me a minute."

Her dress is split along the flanks from the armholes down. It's held to her only by a cloth sash about her waist. She pulls open the splits to expose her front, and squeezes her tits. A growing crowd of men and women wait for Shirina. Some look impatient.

Finally, milk dribbles. It's hardly anything, but the first man thrusts his mug before her. Hovering her nipple over it, she mauls her tit. Milk drips into his drink.

The next steps up. She milks her other tit into their drink. Her dribbles turn to leaks, which turn to sprays. By the last few drinkers, her tits leak readily.

Euna finishes her meal and approaches. "Mind if I ask? What strange drink is this that these people flavor with your own breastmilk?"

"It's boza. The children brew it themselves. You absolutely must try it." Shirina gathers two mugs from what remains.

Euna accepts. "It smells wonderful. Reminds me of Sbiten, a drink from back home. Though we mixed it with mare's milk. We would never dream of using a woman's breastmilk."

"It's custom here," Shirina says, "ever since my breasts grew heavy after my first child." She cups her leaking tits. Rivulets of dried milk trail from the nipple. "I have some left in me, if you wish."

"Thank you, but I'll have it straight."

"Same. No thank you."

"Come on, Euna. We should enjoy it in the proper Cockaigne tradition."

"Milk?" Shirina asks.

"Not much. Just a thimble's worth," Euna says. "We'd be most grateful."

"A thimble? Oh! This is for Lanx and Fira, isn't it?"

"...they told us not to tell anyone."

"Those two and their secret projects... Every month Fira is smuggling herself into the city to ask my help with another project of theirs. Though they were right about not discussing it. Alchemy attracts the wrong sorts of attention, and so do those two. Milk this time, is it?" She pulls aside her dress to expose a boob and hooks a finger at Euna. "You may have your thimble, but you must take it yourself."

"Very well," Euna climbs up and straddles Shirina. She fastens her lips to her nipple and kneads with her hands. Shirina twitches and groans.

Every time Euna pulls away, the nipple leaks more. Once it sprays easily, Euna wipes away her saliva and fills the thimble. The moment the chore is done, Shirina pulls Euna into a deep kiss. Their tits press together. Milk leaks down Euna's bodice.

You've long ago stowed the milk by the time the two break away. Both are breathless and flustered.

"You want me to milk you?" Euna asks. "Whatever for?"

"Consider it my price."

"You want me to milk you?" Euna asks. "Why not her?" She points to you.

"Because I want you to do it."

"Very well," Euna climbs onto the platform and takes Shirina's tit into her hands. She squeezes and massages and tweaks.

"It would go faster if you used your mouth," Shirina says.

"I'm sure it would." Euna tweaks onward, but after several fruitless minutes, she relents and sucks upon the nipple. Droplets appear quickly. Euna readies the thimble, but it takes nearly five more minutes—and a lot of swallowed milk—before the tit flows enough from simple kneading. Much sprays over Euna's hands, but she gets her thimble's worth.

Afterward, Euna licks droplets off her hand. "Thank you, Shirina. You are quite gracious."

Shirina tucks her tit away. A dark stain appears on her dress overtop her nipple. "You will pass along my regards to those two tinkerers, won't you?"

"Of course."

Milk Sample added to inventory

"Quite all right by me," Shirina says. "There's more boza left, and everyone will want my milk. I'll be wrung dry by the end."

"Maybe they should learn to make do with animal milk and leave you in peace," Euna says.

"Then I doubt anyone would drink the children's boza at all." Shirina's diverts her attention to nurse herself into the next man's drink.

You and Euna take your drinks back to your seats. "It's a town of entitled perverts," she says. "I don't mind the perversion, but they shouldn't demand so much from her."

Shirina is wiping her breasts clean when you return.

"The Boza was lovely," Euna says. "Thank you."

Today, the children bring out another jug of boza. As Shirina removes the wax lid, she looks around and spots Euna. "I don't suppose I could bother you," she says.

"Of course you may." Euna sets aside her food and climbs up to her. Shirina draws her dress aside to reveal her breasts, and Euna straddles her lap and takes a nipple into her mouth.

As Euna suckles, she kneads Shirina's tits. Her hands also exploring along the woman's flank, and her belly, and her legs. Shirina cradles Euna's head to her chest. Her breath quivers.

Euna pulls away. Droplets appear at Shirina's nipple, which Euna laps up. She switches to the other breast. With enough suckling, the other nipple becomes more receptive, as do both women. Euna is grinding her sex against Shirina's leg while Shirina clutches her close.

Their eyes meet. Their gazes linger. Their lips lock, and their bodies press together. Euna's hands work Shirina's breasts. Milk spills over her hands and down Shirina's belly.

The two could be lost in each other's passion forever, except a man approaches with a mug of boza. Shirina reluctantly pulls Euna away to squeeze milk into his drink. Others wait in line.

However, Shirina isn't finished with Euna. She pushes Euna down her body until Euna's head is between her legs. She spreads herself and drapes her dress to one side, revealing her damp sex. Euna obediently buries her tongue among its folds.

However, Euna is not fished. While Shirina works, Euna slithers down her body to between her legs. She drapes Shirina's dress to the side and buries her tongue into the folds of Shirina's damp sex.

The affect on Shirina is electric. She trembles and whimpers while serving people. In between cups of boza, she squeezes her tits so milk runs down her belly and over her labia for Euna to lap up.

The pleasure mounts. Shirina groans and squeezes Euna's head between her thighs. In her orgasm, her body quakes, and her tits leak.

After recovering, she returns to her duty. The two share one final lasting kiss. They whisper in each other's ear, and then part.

Euna returns to you.

"Aren't you the helpful one," you say.

"That woman needs all the help she can get," Euna replies. "I only wish I could do more for her."

One by one, the crowd pour their drinks back into the pot. Some leave. Most choose to enjoy other foods in the meantime.

"I'm grateful to you." Shirina still kneads her tits. "It shouldn't take me too much longer."

"Take all the time you need." Euna sidles close and plants a kiss on your cheek. "And thank you."

Minutes later, milk finally dribbles from her nipples. People collect mugs of Boza once again, and Shirina serves them. Soon, she has a flock of thirsty customers, and her tit milk flows freely.

"Of course." Propping her legs wide and positioning her vagina right at the edge of the cutting board, Shirina engages her core. The cut of sausage slithers forth. It bonks against the board and drags along. "Take what you wish," she says.

You cut a few slices off the end. The taste of her essence is subtle compared to the heavy spices of the meat.

Shirina looks to Euna. "And you?"

Euna hesitates before finally coming forward. She cuts a sliver off, being careful not to touch Shirina vaginal lips. She scrutinizes the piece, sniffs it, and finally pops it in her mouth.

"And?" Shirina asks.

"It was good," she says. "I don't mean anything by this, but I think I'd prefer my sausage ungarnished."

Euna eyes the sausage. A black pubic hair clings to its end. "I'll pass, thank you."

Shirina laughs. "Yes, I understand. This is a treat more usually appreciated by the men." She presses the sausage back within herself. "Though tell me. How was the rest of your meal?"

"Sure." Euna cuts a few slivers off the end. After a quick sniff, she pops it in her mouth.

"And?" Shirina asks.

"Quite good. Your nectar makes a wonderful, and subtle, addition. It could be a fine garnish to any food."

"Oh, quite a few foods have been flavored by my nectar. The men love it."

"I can see why," Euna says. "It's the naughtiness of it that makes it so delectable. I would love to try it on more foods had I not just eaten."

Shirina pushes the sausage back within herself. "Oh, and how was your meal?"

"I too will pass," Euna says. "Isn't this unsanitary?"

"This will take a fair bit of cleanup later," she admits. "How was your meal?"

"It was wonderful as always."

Shirina smiles. "I'm glad." She gets up and begins correcting the food displays. Other customers wonder in from the festival down the street and peruse the food selections. Shirina waves them over. "Excuse me, but I have a special treat here if you're interested."

The people surround her. You and Euna step away and watch as Shirina's sex flowers outward, revealing the cut sausage. It bonks against the cutting board and drags along. The people are interested, and so Shirina reaches between her legs to cut slivers of pussy-creamed sausage for them.

"Such a strange practice," Euna mutters. "She seems to enjoy it though."

"You think you'd ever try it?" you ask.

She looks bewildered. "I've never even thought of such a thing. I doubt it, but it was impressive nonetheless."

After the crowd have moved along, Shirina pushes the remaining sausage into herself again with a pleasurable shudder. She smiles at you when she notices you two are still here.

Two couples show up, each a man and a woman. From their loud laughing and cajoling, they're going to be trouble. Like many, they first refill their wine before circling about the banquet. They pick at various small foods to put on plates, but they play with the food too. One man bends his female companion back and puts a dollop of pudding in her cleavage, which he sucks off noisily. She yelps and giggles. The next man takes large flat bread and balances it on his head. He stacks items on the bread until it topples, making a mess about the floor and platform. They all laugh. Shirina watches them closely as the men continue their buffoonery to entertain their ladies.

Then one of them finds a sausage. Its the length of his arm and twice as thick as his wrist. Snickering, he stuffs the end of the sausage down the front of his pants. He strokes the meat as though it were his own massive erection. This gets a laugh from his friend, but the ladies roll their eyes. He ambles around the platform pretending to be a confused old man. Every time he turns, his sausage "cock" knocks over bowls and stacked foods. This gets a snicker from all his companions.

Afterward, he tries to put the sausage back.

Shirina intervenes. "Let's not return food that's been down our breeches, shall we?"

"But I don't want it," the man replies. "It's touched my wood."

"I've seen you eat food off of many other body parts. And I recall last week when you used your own staff as a stirring stick for a cream batter, and you and your lady ate all of that."

The guests snicker in recollection.

The other man pipes up. "Hey. You're the woman who serves food at the council dinner. They say you have a disappearing act."

"I do," Shirina replies.

Grinning, he huddles with his three companions and they discuss. After all nod, they face Shirina again and offer the sausage. "We want to see it."

"If I do this, you'll eat what you've taken and stop playing with the food?"

"Agreed."

Rising, Shirina clears a spot on the platform edge while the others gather stools to sit about her. The effect is she standing on the table where they're gathered, putting her before all of them. They watch in anticipation as they eat.

Shirina clutches the log of sausage and squeezes it along its length to bring out its oils. She lifts aside a side-slit in her gown and slips the sausage underneath. Though it's out of view, she's clearly holding it vertically between her legs.

Slowly, she begins squatting down.

"No," Euna whispers. "Is she actually going to do what I think?"

"Let's stay and find out."

"Perhaps we should leave."

"Perhaps we should," Euna says. "It's about to get greasy."

As Shirina continues her lewd performance, you and Euna finish your food quickly and depart.

"But that sausage was twice as thick as my wrist," Euna replies. "How could it fit?"

"We'll see."

Shirina squats deeper. Her gown starts coiling upon upon the platform. Her shapely legs emerge from the slits on both sides of it. When her crotch is now as close to the floor as the sausage is long, she gasps inwardly. Her descent pauses momentarily as she seems to wriggle back and forth. Her gown acts as a curtain, hiding whatever is happening between her legs. As soon as she starts descending again, her audience hoots and cheers.

Although unseen, she's clearly sinking down upon the sausage. Lower she goes into a deep squat. Her breath is short. She's biting her lip in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her crotch is only inches from the platform surface when she pauses. She rises slightly, lowers, rises again, lowers. Her audience loves this.

With a final shudder, her crotch touches down upon the stage. Her audience cheers.

Stiffly, Shirina rocks back from her squat to lying on her back with her splayed crotch pointed toward them. She hooks the side of her gown at the waist and pulls it aside. She has a long gash for a pussy with thick, dark lips lined with trimmed black fur. Her slit is startlingly wet and oozing. Much of it is sausage grease, but there is no sign of the sausage.

"And it's gone," Shirina says. More cheers from the others. "Now..." She fetches a nearby cutting board and sets it between her legs. She strains, and her pussy blossoms open. The sausage emerges and oozes partway out onto the board. It's dripping with mixed oil and vaginal juices. "Who would like to partake?"

The men eagerly cut slices off the sausage's end. Their female companions take a little coaxing before they partake. As they eat, Shirina pushes and more slides out from within her. After the guests have had their fun, they head off. One of the women waves goodbye to Shirina, but otherwise, they don't acknowledge her.

"Good Lord." Euna says. "I can't believe she did that." She approaches. "That was... a most interesting performance. I've never seen such an act. And that awful way they behaved."

"Oh. Don't worry about them," Shirina replies.

"But to demand such an act from you?"

"This act is something of my specialty," Shirina answers. "Though I ordinarily only perform it at the council's banquet. Some of us girls who serve at that have a competition as to who can 'serve' the most food at once. I've been the proud champion for many years now. It's something of a guilty pleasure of mine. In fact, since I'm already messy..." She slowly presses the remaining sausage back into herself and hisses with pleasure. It disappears once again. "I think I'll have a special offer for today. Would either of you two like to partake?"

"No, thank you."

"Sure. I'll try some."

Shirina returns with a bottle filled with dark red leaves shaped like needles. "Here you go."

"Thank you," Euna says.

"And remind Fira that I'm only giving them the spice because they agreed to bring me some of their goose. I'm still waiting."

"Their goose?"

"Yes. The spices are for their goose recipe, isn't it?"

Euna frowns.

"Yes, that's right," you say. "Thank you."

"Of course." Shirina rejoins Salma in her berry feast. They take turns feeding each other in sensual ways.

"Goose?" Euna mutters to you.

"Maybe that's just what they told her," you say.

Bottle of Red Rosemary added to inventory

One of the young chefs scamper over to Shirina. Bouncing on his heels, the boy pleads with her and points back at the pot he was working with which is now boiling over.

Getting up, Shirina looks for Euna. "Would you mind watching the food for a minute?"

"Of course not." Euna takes Shirina's place while Shirina hurries off to help the young boy with his culinary emergency.

People come and go. No one causes trouble, except for two boys who crowd the wine casks. They drink. They talk. They laugh. The group was already rowdy, but they're getting louder. After muttering amongst themselves, they walk up to the wall behind some casks and lower their breeches. It's clear they're about to urinate.

"Excuse me," Euna gets their attention. "This is where people eat and drink."

"So?" one says.

"So? We can't have it smelling like a latrine."

"What are you going to do about it?" asks the other.

"I'm asking you nicely."

"Not good enough." The boys turn back to the wall.

"Wait! At least use a receptacle."

"Yeah? Like what?" The boys meander over. Euna looks for a bowl or a pot, but all of them are filled with foods.

"How about that cute mouth of yours?" The boys snickered.

"Just hold on," she replies.

"What about this one?" a boy indicates pot filled with custard.

"No, just wait." Euna searches frantically.

"What about this?" the other boy takes a bowl currants and hovers his cock above it. "I think this will work just fine."

"Don't ruin the food!"

"You're the one who wanted us to use receptacles. You've no one to blame but yourself." Holding his dick poised, he started to relax.

"Okay, fine. My mouth."

The boy shrugs. "I think I'm happy with this bowl."

"The children worked hard to make this food," Euna replies.

"Hmm, maybe with a please, I might change my mind."

"Okay, please."

"Please what?"

Euna sighs. "Please use my mouth as your urine receptacle."

They pretend to mull it over. "Sure, but you have to drink all of our piss. If you spill even a drop, we'll use the bowls for the rest."

"Fine." Euna climbs down from her perch and sits on her butt before the boys.

The boys startle. "Are you serious?"

"If this is the only way to keep you from acting like children, then fine." Euna climbs down from her perch. She sits on the ground before the boys. "You will do so slowly, so as not to spill, and afterward, you will behave yourselves. If not, I'll swat you all until you're flat on your backs. Understood?"

The boys nod eagerly. "We understand."

"And you will thank me for this privilege."

"Thank you," they say in chorus.

The first steps up to her. She leans forward and fixes her lips about the end of his cock. It takes a moment for him to relax, especially since he's half-hard, but soon he's relieving himself, and Euna gulps every drop.

The next boy steps up. Euna dutifully switches to him and gulps away. He's nearly hard by the time he's done. He thrusts into Euna's mouth. She tolerates this a while, but eventually pulls away.

Two full bladders' worth of urine sit in Euna's belly.

"I can't believe you actually did that," one boy says.

"Will you behave yourselves now? And respect the food the chefs worked so hard to make?"

"Sure, sure. Whatever." They head back to the wine casks and refill their steins. They frequently glance Euna's way and snicker. She returns to her perch and pays them no heed.

Eventually Shirina returns. "Thank you so much for watching the displays. I hope it wasn't much trouble."

"No trouble at all," Euna says.

"Now there's a neat idea," the ringleader says.

"My gut?"

"Yeah," the boy says. "You've got plenty of room in there, don't you?"

Resigned, Euna gets up.

The boys all cheer. "Yeah! Bend over and show us that ass," one yells.

"I do, don't I?" Euna says, intrigued. "An interesting solution."

"...Huh?" says one of the boys.

"The rest of you will relieve yourselves in my ass," Euna explains. "Is that clear enough for you?"

All the boys nod.

She turns and hikes her skirt up. With her legs shoulder length apart, she bends at her waist, revealing her ass and pussy to the men. They leer.

After sliding her fingers along her damp slit, Euna works them into her ass. In and out, she loosens herself up until she's able to fit two fingers on each hand and pull wide to create an opening.

The next boy bounds forward and grabs her hips. He sinks the head of his cock against Euna's ass. Removing her fingers, Euna supports herself with her hands on the street. Her hair drapes along the cobbles. It takes the boy a moment, since he's half hard, but soon he sighs with relief. Euna shudders as urine flows into her intestines.

The next boy approaches. Taking Euna's hips, he first runs the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit. "Gotta get nice and lubed first," he mutters. With that, he buries himself in Euna's snatch and fucks her rampantly for several seconds. Euna struggles to keep her awkward position.

Eventually he pulls out, lines up with her ass, and buries himself to the hilt, but then he's thrusting.

"What are you doing?" another boy asks.

"I can't piss when I'm hard." He sodomizes Euna's upturned ass. Soon enough, he grunts and fires his seed. He remains buried in her for a minute until finally able to relieve himself. Everyone can tell, because Euna groans in discomfort. Her gut swells even more.

After the man backs up, a small spurt of urine escapes her ass before she can clench tight. Then comes the last boy. Encouraged by his predecessor, he too first fucks Euna's pussy, then sodomizes her ass to completion. Her belly sloshes. Urine dribbles down her thighs.

And then he relieves himself. Euna groans as yet another bladder of urine fills her. He pulls out abruptly. A squirt of piss escapes, and she slaps her hand over her stretched hole. The boys don't seem to care.

She stands and holds her belly. "Now that we're quite through, you boys will behave?"

They grin. "Deals a deal."

"Good." Euna turns to you. "Please watch the food stands until I return." She winces and doubles over.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I will be, but I must find somewhere to do something rather private." With three fingers pressed over her anus, Euna waddles off. You take watch.

Shirina returns before Euna does. "Where did she go?"

"She'll return," you say.

"Ah, well thank you to both of you. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"She enjoyed herself," you reply.

"But we still have to take a piss," the boy says.

"Then go find some place else. She told you she can drink no more, and we won't risk defiling the food."

Muttering, the boys depart. Some still complain that they never got a turn, but none put up an argument.

Holding her belly, Euna cimbs up to the perch. "Thank you for helping me fend them off." She sits. "But I would have done it, you know."

"I know, but it really might have gotten messy. And around the food?"

"You're right. I let myself get carried away."

Shirina returns shortly. "Any trouble."

"Nothing we couldn't handle," Euna replies.

You search the street she disappeared down and find her around the block.

What you see is a peculiar sight.

Euna is knelt down along the side of the street, right over a grate. Her skirt is discarded next to her. However, behind her is a Simori nun in full habit whose crouched down with her face buried between Euna's ass cheeks, cleaning with her tongue. Euna holds her head in place with a hand atop the girl's wimple.

She spots you. "I thought I told you to watch the stands."

"Shirina took over. What's happening here?"

"This kind sister came upon me while I was using this sewer grate. I explained what I'd let the boys do in order to spare the food displays, and she asked if there was any way she could help, though I don't imagine it's what she had in mind." She frowns. Her belly grumbles. "Hold on."

She steers the nun's face away, lowers her ass to the grate, and spews a quick gush of brownish urine from her ass. Most splatters deep below, but rivulets now run along her ass and thighs. A few are running down alongside her labia.

The nun is dismayed to see all her progress undone.

Euna guides her face back into her crack. "I shouldn't be much longer." Yet two more times she has another torrent to push out, and both times require the nun to start over, but eventually she lets the nun go. "Thank you, sister. You've been most helpful." She kisses her and licks clean a wet rivulet upon the sister's chin.

The sister favors her with a queasy smile and hurries off.

Euna dresses quickly, and you two head back to the feast.

Shirina has everything under control. "Thank you!" she says.

"My pleasure," Euna replies.

What you see is a peculiar sight.

Euna is knelt down along the side of the street, right over a grate. Her skirt is discarded next to her. However, a man is standing before her with his tunic pulled open, and she's sucking his dick.

After a while of sucking his shaft, she pulls away and takes over with her hands. She does this in order to lower her ass to the grate and spew a gush of brownish urine from her ass. Some splatters her ass and thighs.

"Got distracted?" you say.

"I won't be much longer," she replies. "This man offered to help me."

"I won't if you don't do your job." He steers Euna's mouth back to his crotch. Euna returns to fellating him for all she's worth. It pays off. He floods her mouth with cum. She keeps licking and nuzzling until he's gone soft.

"All right," he says. "Ready?"

"One moment." Euna squats over the grate and pushes out one last torrent of messy waste. A few clumps escape. Then she sits, lies back, and pulls her legs wide and to her chest to reveal her messy thighs and ass.

The man takes aim with his dick. A stream of urine fires out and splashes Euna's thighs.

Euna flinches. "Shouldn't you get closer so it splatters less?"

"It's fine." He directs his stream along the messy parts of her thighs. Brown rivulets wash away. He focuses on the crack of her ass, and she spreads her cheeks with her hands. The filth soaking her hole cleans. Then he douses her pussy. Only a little mess existed there, which quickly washes away, but he doesn't stop. He aims higher, wetting her smooth skin up to her navel.saturating her pubic bush with his urine.

"You're aiming too high," she says.

"I'll clean where I want," he replies. "I didn't have to help, you know."

"Okay..."

Urine cascades up her belly and spills along her flank. She's quick to lift her bodice to keep it dry. His stream ends, and Euna climbs up to lick the last drop off his dick. Afterward, he walks off without another word.

Euna swipes off as much urine off as she can and dresses.

"That's how you decided to clean up?" you ask.

"Eh, well no. It was his idea."

"And you had to suck him off first?"

"He couldn't relieve himself because of his erection, which he got from looking at me, so he argued..." She pauses. "I just let a complete stranger take advantage of me. I guess there's nothing more to it."

"You did. And it was perfect," you say.

"Somehow I knew you'd approve."

Back at the food layout, Shirina has everything under control. "Thank you!" she says to Euna.

"My pleasure," Euna replies.

One of the young chefs scampers to Shirina. It seems he needs help with whatever he's working on.

Shirina looks to Euna.

Euna nods. "Go ahead. I'll watch the display."

She takes the perch, and you sit on the platform near her to keep her company. Then a familiar group of boys arrive. Two are the ones who used Euna's mouth as a urine receptacle, only now they have three other boys with them. Gathered about the wine casks, they drink, talk, and cast glances toward Euna. The original two are clearly sharing with the others about their previous encounter.

"These boys again..." Euna mutters.

"You know what they'll want," you say.

"I know..."

Soon they approach. "We need to take a piss," one says.

"All of you?" Euna asks.

"Yeah, and we're going to piss wherever we damn well please. ...unless someone begs us nicely to do something else."

Euna glances toward Shirina, who's still preoccupied.

Then, "Please use my mouth instead." Euna gets down from the perch and sits before the boys.

"Not convincing." The ringleader takes a pot of berries and pulls out his dick.

He's poised to use it when Euna tries again. "I'm begging you. Urinate in my mouth. Fill my belly with your hot piss. Let me savor every drop. Give it to me, please. I want it." She eyes them suggestively. Most of the lads seem dumbfounded by how sincere she seems.

But not the ringleader. "Hmm. I guess since you've asked so nicely." He puts down the pot and stands over Euna. "But only if you drink every drop."

"Yes, sir."

They all nod.

Euna mulls it over. "Fine, but only if you promise to behave yourselves. If you disrespect the work the children have put into this, you will know pain. Understood?" She gets down from the perch and sits before the boys.

Most are dumbfounded that she simply assumed that they would use her mouth. However, the ringleader steps over Euna.

His dick upon her lips, he relieves himself. Euna suckles every drop. Then comes the next boy. She struggles to swallow down his offering. Groaning, she rubs her piss-swollen belly. When the third man approaches, Euna stops him.

"No more," she says. "There is no chance I can drink three more."

"If you don't finish, we'll piss all over this food," the ringleader starts moving toward some bowls.

"No, wait. I..." Frantic, Euna looks to you.

"But I have to pee," one of the remaining boys says.

"That's bound to get messy. I think you boys should run along."

"You've got plenty of room in your gut, don't you, Euna?"

One of the young chefs scamper over to Shirina. Bouncing on his heels, the boy pleads with her and points back at the pot he was working with which is now boiling over.

Getting up, Shirina looks for Euna. "Would you mind watching the food for a minute?"

"Of course not." Euna takes Shirina's place while Shirina hurries off to help the young boy with his culinary emergency.

People come and go. No one causes trouble, except for two boys who crowd the wine casks. They drink. They talk. They laugh. The group was already rowdy, but they're getting louder. After muttering amongst themselves, they walk up to the wall behind some casks and lower their breeches. It's clear they're about to urinate.

"Excuse me!" Euna yells. "This is where people eat and drink."

"So?" one says.

"So? We shall not have it smelling like a latrine."

"What are you going to do about it?" asks another.

Euna rises. "I will come over there and swat you. Now go."

The men mutter among themselves. Breeches come up, and they wander off.

No more trouble comes about before Shirina returns.

"Thank you," Shirina says. "Any trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

Euna returns after a few more minutes. Her hands rest on her abdomen, which is considerably less swollen.

"I found a sewer grate to use," Euna says. "It was a mere block away. You'd think the boys could have used that."

Shirina speaks. "Thank you for watching the displays," Shirina says "I hope it wasn't too much of a bother."

"No bother at all," Euna replies. "I'm glad that I can help the children however I can."

Soon, a man and a woman with arms over each other's shoulder. Judging from their gait, both are tipsy.

Shirina brightens when they near. "Oh, hello you two!"

"Hello, Shirina," the woman smiles.

"We were in the mood for something sweet," the man adds.

"Of course." Shirina gestures toward the fruits, puddings, chocolates, cakes, and pies. The couple inspect the selection.

"I feel like chocolate," the woman stops before a bowl of chocolate sauce kept liquid by a candle beneath it.

"A good choice. I'll join you." Shirina undoes her sash and strips off her gown. It crumples in a heap, and she's left nude, brazenly displaying her matronly breasts and trimmed mound. She tiptoes over the other food arrangments and sits on the edge of the platform beside them. "Try it with these fruits." She offers a bowl of berries and chopped stone fruits.

As the couple pick through the bowl, Shirina scoops chocolate sauce with a goblet and carries it, dripping, over herself and pours a thin stream into the valley between her breasts. It runs down along her belly. Some drips down her sides. Most runs toward her sex. The couple intercept the stream with berries and enjoy their chocolate-covered delights.

They eat many fruits this way. Some chocolate reaches Shirina's slit despite their efforts, so the man rubs a strawberry up and down Shirina's plump vaginal lips, smearing chocolate about.

Their feast grows more heated. The woman caresses a sprig of elderberries from Shirina's pubic mound up to her breasts, mopping up chocolate. After, she leans and runs her tongue along the same path to clean the smears. Shirina spreads her legs wide and pours chocolate upon her pubic mound. The woman buries her face in Shirina's chocolate-matted bush and laps at her slit.

Shirina spoons another helping of chocolate upon her tits, and the man licks and sucks every trace away.

Shirina revels in the pleasure of their tongues until the goblet is empty. Then the couples' attention turns to each other. The man's hands slide under the girl's dress to her sexual core. Her hands explore under his shirt. Both are a mess of chocolate. Clothes come off. They fall to the floor, and they have slow sensual sex before everyone. Chocolate stains cover their bodies.

Afterward, they collect. "That was lovely," the woman says to Shirina.

"The pleasure was mine. You two are my favorite guests."

The nude and messy couple depart. Shirina cleans herself with a rag. After donning her gown, she retakes her perch at the platform's center. Her hand sneaks through the side-slit of her gown, and she's idly playing with herself when you and Euna approach.

"That was quite the show," Euna says. "I'm glad that couple were at least respectful toward you."

"My word," Euna says. "That was quite... sexual. At least that couple was more respectful toward you."

"Of course they are," Shirina says. "Those two are old friends. I've known them for decades."

Periodically, nuns in white habits arrive carrying barrels or crates which they give to the children cooking. Inside are raw ingredients to resupply. The little chefs occasionally finish food and carry it out to the display. Shirina helps them set up.

Then two rowdy men come over from the festival, each obviously drunk. First, they help themselves to more wine from casks along the edge. Sloppy, they spill much of it, which they giggle about.

Next comes food. After circling about the banquet platform like vultures, they pillage. One man picks through a greasy stack of ribs. He takes the ones he wants and tosses the others over his shoulder. Another jabs his hand into a bowl of figs, mashing many. He eats a handful, sneers, and upends the bowl onto the platform. Figs scatter everywhere.

"Now now," Shirina says, "Mind your manners."

"Pah!" one shouts. "The food is for us."

"It's for all of you. Let's not ruin the food for everyone."

"We will eat how we want," the other man says. "If you don't want us serving ourselves, then you serve us."

"I will if you behave yourselves. Agreed?"

In response, one man grabs a stuffed meat roll pastry and thrusts it toward Shirina. She dangles the roll above his as though toying with a cat. He bites and tears off a chunk. Dripping grease runs down her arm. She smiles seductively as he eats, but patience is behind that grin.

The next man presents her with a bowl of dumplings. As she takes it, he hooks the side-slit of her gown and pulls, baring a nipple of her weighty breasts. "I want something to eat off of."

Shirina bats his hand away. "I will do that." Sitting up, she pulls a shoulder of her gown overhead. The top half crumbles about her waist leaving her full breasts exposed. She takes a dumpling, wedges it into her cleavage, and pushes out her chest.

The man buries his face between her boobs and eats heartily while she cradles his head as though breastfeeding. When he finishes, she wedges another on in there for him. Rivulets of grease run down her belly and soak into her gold sash.

Meanwhile, the other man has eaten the meat roll she proffered and has taken to licking her fingers, her hand, and then moving down her forearm, licking grease from her skin. Passing by her armpits, he too comes to her cleavage. While the other man eats his dumpling, he busies himself by sucking Shirina's nipple. When she wedges in another dumpling, they nudge each other's heads out of the way in a fight over it. She puts up with all of this with a cool smile.

After groping and sucking her breasts a while longer, they pull away, the men have had their fill. Reclaiming their wine goblets, they amble off back toward the festival with out so much as thanking her.

One of the young chef's approach with a rag. Shirina takes it gratefully and cleans the grease off her chest as best she can. After sliding her gown back in place, she sets about correcting the food displays the men ruined.

"My Lord, that was awful," Euna says. Getting up, she strides to Shirina. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine."

"How can they get away with that behavior?"

Shirina flaps a hand dismissively. "They weren't that bad. Manners are in short supply in the city of excess. When rowdy lots like that come, it's best just to indulge them and get them on their way."

"And you let them molest you like that?"

"It's a bother, yes, but better to let them take their rowdiness out on me than have them wreck the displays, or bother my young chefs."

"Well, we will be respectful," Euna says.

Shirina smiles. "I appreciate that. I hope you enjoyed your food."

"It was delectable. Please pass our compliments on to the chefs."

"I'd be delighted to," she steps away to speak with the children.

"What a strange town this is," Euna mutters while Shirina is away.

"Yes," you reply. "You wouldn't see that back home."

She nods. "Such lewdness must be a common affair here, and she said those men weren't that bad. I wonder what the bad ones are like..."

Shirina returns. "They are simply tickled by your compliment." She waves back at them. Many smile and wave back. "You two are always welcome here."

"Thank you," Euna says.

Nothing particularly interesting happens, and after you've had your fill, you return to Shirina.

"I hope you two enjoyed yourselves," she says.

"We did," Euna replies. "It was lovely. Our thanks to the little chefs."

"I'll pass it along."

"You want me to watch the food?" Euna whispers. "You know what these drunks do..."

"She's been so kind to us," you reply. "Maybe we should return the gesture."

Shirina speaks. "Actually, that would be marvelous. I'd be so grateful if you could. Some of the other children need help too." She motions to the children along the plaza wall who are busy cooking all manner of foods. "But only if you're up for it. Some of the patrons can be a little entitled."

"I... I suppose I could help," Euna says. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just take my place here. And if any patrons come around, try to persuade them to behave."

"What if they don't listen?"

"Just use your charms." Shirina climbs down from the platform. "I promise it will only be for a few minutes. Azra shouldn't take long. Oh, and Zehra needed help with her mince pie."

"Then of course. Just... Yes, I'll do it."

"Thank you." Shirina hurries off to help Azra truss the fowl.

Euna climbs upon the platform. "I know what you're up to," she says to you. "You're hoping I'll need to entertain some drunken louts to keep them civil."

"I just thought we could help."

"Sure. Fortunately, there's hardly anyone here at all, much less any rambunctious drunks."

"You mean like them?" You point.

Two drunken men laugh and stagger as they approach. While perusing, one finds a bowl of rolls. He juggles them poorly. They scatter about the floor. The other laughs, and so the first chucks a roll at him. The other retaliates with an apple. It misses and crashes into a food displays.

Euna looks toward the cooking stations. Shirina is showing a young girl how to pluck a duck of its feathers. She's not looking this way.

"Please respect the food the children made for you," Euna calls.

"Sorry." They collect food responsibly, but a snicker here, and a challenge there, and soon they're sword fighting with bread loafs.

"Enough," Euna says. "Respect what has been so kindly prepared for you by the children. Cease your antics, pick something to eat, and... and I will join you for your dining."

"Yes, my Lady." They both snap to it now. Euna climbs down to a clear corner of the platform. She casts you a scrutinizing glare, knowing that you've gotten your way.

The lads bound to Euna with their selected treats: two cups of bread custard. Euna strips, lies back, and upends the pudding cups upon herself—one beneath her breasts, the other beneath her naval. "Enjoy yourselves."

The men dig in. One smears custard over her tits with each spoonful. The other scrapes food along her mound. Pudding cakes into her pubic hair. The dessert spreads along her torso, but Euna indulges them.

Soon, all that remains is the mess, but they're not done. One man licks the underside of her breast. The other laps at her belly. He delves his tongue into her naval, then rakes his tongue through her pubic bush, spreading the messcleans her smooth mound, coming closer toward her slit. To finish, he clamps his mouth over her snatch. Euna is shuddering, maybe because of him, Or maybe because of the other man whose lips are fastened about her nipple. Euna arches her back, but just as she nears a crescendo, the men pull away, smiles broad.

The one between her legs wipes his mouth. "You should serve more often. You're the sweetest treat on the table."

The other addresses his friend. "Reminds me of that one girl last season. Remember her? Bet herself in the dice game?"

"Oh, right." They fill goblets at a wine cask. "I'd never seen you so sloshed. Too drunk to perform, and after such an amazing win. Pity."

"I could have. I just didn't want to. Was I supposed to stick my rod in such a frothy mess? I had my fun though."

"I know. Those were some Godless things you made her do. In front of everyone too."

They reminisce off down the street, leaving Euna breathless.

"Enjoyed the show?" she asks you.

"Seems you did too?"

"This was for the children. If I were in charge of this wanton town, I wouldn't give the folk exactly what they want when they misbehave, I'd put them in the stockades until they learned proper respect and gratitude, then I'd let them eat custard off my belly. And when they did, they wouldn't dare finish too soon like that again."

"It is a town of entitlement."

"Decidedly so. The children act like adults, and the adults act like children."

"Not quite," she says. "Those boys didn't care one bit about me."

"It was for the children."

"Oh I'm not complaining. Surrendering my body for molestation is a small price to pay for them. I'd do this all my life."

When Shirina returns, Euna is still sprawled out nude. "Seems you did just fine. Thank you."

"Oh, that would be lovely," Shirina says. "Azra just needs someone to hold the duck legs together. Her hands are rather too small for that."

"Of course." Setting aside her food, Euna hurries off after the child.

After a brief discourse, Euna helps Azra in binding the duck. A small word from her has the child laughing. They have fun with it as they prepare the fowl for cooking, and by the time they're sliding it in the oven, Azra is beaming. Euna comes back over.

"Thank you," Shirina says.

"It was no trouble at all," Euna replies. "Azra is a fantastic chef. I could spend my entire day helping these children."

"Aren't they lovely?" Shirina

"Hello," you say.

Shirina brightens. "Oh, hello, you two!"

"It does look good," Euna admits, "but what if they realize we don't belong here?"

"Only someone who doesn't belong here would be afraid to take the food," you say.

"Fair point. Very well."

You both collect food.

The woman lounged atop the food notices. "Hello."

"Hello," you reply.

"Please, try these." She gestures to a stack of jam pastries. "My youngest chef has worked so hard on the recipe. She thinks she's finally got it."

"Of course," Euna takes one. She bites into it and savors the flavor. "It's splendid."

"Any way it could be better?"

"I could not possibly think of how."

The woman calls to one of the cooks working in the street-side bakery. "Did you hear that, young one? She believes you may already have perfected the tarts."

A girl, no older than twelve, blushes and returns to furiously kneading dough.

"Thank you," the woman says. "My name is Shirina. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You and Euna introduce yourselves. Her as Lady Euna, and you as her loyal servantmaid. as her love. as her good friend.

"You two don't look as though you're from around here," Shirina says.

"Indeed. We've traveled here from a faraway land called Ruthgar. Have you heard of it?"

"I'm afraid I have not, but I do hope you enjoy your stay in our splendid town."

"Thank you. We have."

"I host," Shirina says simply. "The food is for everyone, yet a true presentation should have someone to offer the food. If it were simply left here for anyone to pick at, we'd all be vultures cleaning a carcass. Of course, the food is courtesy of the Simori sisters, and it's prepared by all my little hands. They are my real reason for being here." She looks over at the children. It seems one girl was waiting for the woman to look over. She scurries over from her cooking station. Her clothes and hair are dusted with flour, and in her hands is a wooden bowl filled with a creamy batter.

Taking the bowl, Shirina inspects the contents. "My hope is to teach these children the joy of craft. It's something everyone should know."

"I agree," Euna says. "One cannot grow except through mastery."

"Ah," the woman's eyes light. "A fellow artisan. We're so rare in this city. Most here have given themselves to indulgence. They've forgotten that the true reward of life is accomplishment, except for the Simori, of course." She addresses the girl. "It will be fine. You just need to whip the utter heavens out of it until it peaks. If it doesn't happen, try one more egg, but beat that egg first just as thoroughly."

Nodding, the girl takes the bowl and races back to her cooking station.

Shirina watches the girl go. "It's a challenge getting the children to study here when so many festivities are just down the street. It takes strong convincing. For many of them, not even their parents care enough to encourage them. They frolic like all the rest."

"I'm glad you manage," Euna says. "It is noble to teach them. You're making them better people for this.

"Yes. I only wish the rest of the city were as understanding. I sometimes wish they might bring the festival here once in a while so the children might enjoy it too, but ah well."

"Oh, it certainly is." Shirina looks down countless spills upon her red gown. Effort was made to clean the deep-set stains, but faded marks remain. "It seems to be half the fun for them to make messes. Just an hour up here, and I'll stink of a dozen foods."

"My condolences," Euna says.

"There's no need for that. It's a small price to pay to keep some semblance of order around here. It just gets tiring sometimes. And heavens knows how many gowns I go through." She indicates her garb. It's little more than a long, narrow bolt of cloth draped over her with a split in the middle for her head and cleavage. Her sash is a length of simple yellow cloth cinched in the front and holds it against her body, but a considerable amount of her body and breasts are visible along the sides. "I find simple designs are easier to replace."

Euna nods. "You're attire is quite fetching. It's artful in its simplicity."

Shirina smiles. "Thank you. I do make some effort despite this town's efforts to ruin my clothes."

"I'd love to." Euna faces Shirina. "Assuming that would be okay."

"The children would be delighted," Shirina replies. "Here, let me clear a place."

She moves dishes about on the platform to create an open space on the side facing the outdoor kitchen. Euna, having taken out her lyre, perches on the edge and begins warming up with a few flourishes upon the strings. Many of the children pause in curiosity.

And then Euna begins. The song she chooses is a joyful piece, yet the strings of the lyre still make it serene. As the children realize that she's here to play for a while, they get back to their baking and preparations, yet all listen, many with rapt attention.

Her next song is energetic. It's your cue to join in. You open with a somersault to get onto stage before the children. They gasp in delight. From there, you're entertainment is mostly acrobatics, as most of your jokes are too ribald for an audience such as this.since most dances you know are too erotic for this audience.

Hand stands, balancing acts, and silly dances to accompany Euna's more playful songs. You make a show out of incorporating the presentation, from juggling fruits and rolls to balancing spinning plates upon your limbs.from eating fruit with your feet to rolling an apple about your shoulders and chest.

Another song of Euna's simply begs to be danced to. You begin your own silly routine, but soon you pull Shirina from her perch and dance with her. She laughs and dances along, much to the children's amusement. Though most of them continue their work, a few who are between cooking tasks join in the dance—spinning each other around as they shriek with joy.

When the last song ends, the children cheer and laugh.

Another song of Euna's is slow and melodic. Antics aside, you do perform a contortionist's dance. These feats marvel the children the most, such bending back like a scorpion to touch your toes to your head while balancing on one hand, or lifting one leg up in a standing split and folding it behind your head. For the final act, you balance on your forearms and splay your legs wide in a full hand-stand split. You pinwheel your legs about sensually, like the mesmerizing sways of a snake charmer. The children ooh and ah all throughout. When it ends, they cheer.

Shirina applauds. "Thank you! Oh, thank you. That was delightful."

"It was a pleasure," Euna replies.

The woman steps by the cooking stations and digs through some tucked-away crates. From them she produces a bottle of rum which she hands to Euna. "This is from our limited stock. The supply would dry up in a moment if I put them out on the banquet table, so I keep them aside. But here, I want you to have it."

Euna accepts it. "Thank you."

The woman retakes her lounged perch upon the banquet platform. "If you ever want more. The children would love to see you again."

Bottle of Rum added to inventory

You come to a great plaza square. The sounds of festivities are close. To the east, street performances can be glimpsed.

Here, a large stone platform is built into the center of the street intersection. Unimaginable bounties of food adorn the platform, everything from fruits, breads, cheeses, to every type of meat roast you know of, and some you don't. The smells are mouthwatering. Both you and Euna look upon the food hungrily.

Other people are about. Half naked festival goers come and go from the east. They laugh and talk as they feely take food and depart back to the festivities.

Along the sides of this village square are outdoor kitchens where dozens of young boys and girls, both young and adolescent, are preparing more savory foods. They're the only people around doing actual work.

On the central platform, a comely woman is reclined amid the bounty like a dragon on top of her hoard. Her brown hair is done up on a greek bun, and she wears a red gown cut low enough in the front to show her matronly cleavage. The gown reached her feet, but it's split up both sides all the way to her arm pits, showing everything from her shapely legs to the sides of her breasts. A golden sash about her waist keeps it cinched.

As others pilfer food, she corrects the displays.

You're at the great banquet. Children work. Shirina is reclined on her perch in the center, indulging feasters as they come and go. The same woman is reclined in the center of all the food.

"Let's take some food. Seems everyone else can."Greet Shirina.

Then one of the child chefs scampers over to Shirina. She's no older than eight, and she frowns in frustration.

"What's wrong, Azra?" Shirina asks.

"I need help."

"With what?"

"I can't." Azra points back to the station where he was just working, where a plucked duck lies center. A mess of twine is tangled about its splayed limbs from a misshapen attempt to truss the fowl.

"Pinch the legs with one hand," Shirina says. "And wind the string round and round."

"I tried. I can't. Please come show me again?"

"I have to watch the food, dear."

Azra pleads with her eyes, but as sympathetic as Shirina is, she doesn't relent. With a sigh, Azra heads back.

Euna has watched all this. "Poor child," she says. "It's an utter shame that this town has no respect for the effort these children go to. They molest the food. And to think, she has to be here simply so they'll molest her instead."

"It's a shame," you agree.

"I think we should do something."

"Very well," you say. So you call out to Shirina...

"Euna can watch the food while you help the children."

"Perhaps Euna could help the child."

The next man refuses to eat like that, so the matron kneels at the edge of the platform and places the next meat roll upon her cleavage. He yanks her dress open to expose her breasts. You hear the ripping fabric from here. The man buries his face between her cleavage and eats heartily while she cradles his head as though breastfeeding. Rivulets of grease run down her belly and soak into her gold sash.

The next man wants more yet, so the matron lays on her back and pulls the skirt of her dress to one side. She places a meat roll upon her well trimmed bush and lays back. The man buries his head into her crotch and feasts noisily. She rests her hand upon his head as though enjoying the pleasures of his tongue, but her expression is that of a patient mother.

The man finishes, but he does not move his head, He pushes her legs apart revealing her grease-soaked pussy, which he feasts upon. She accepts this philosophically. Seeing what his friend is getting away with, another man climbs onto the platform and sucks on her greasy breasts. The other climbs to her head, pulls aside his kilt, and pushes his cock into her mouth. She fellates him dutifully.

The man between her legs sees this. He spreads her legs further, stands, and sinks his cock into her pussy. The men are working her at both ends, when the man sucking her breasts whines about being left out. So the men rearrange themselves. One lays upon the stage while the others lower the matron onto him. His cock sinks into her asshole, which was slick with food grease. The next lays on top of her and sinks into her pussy, while the last stand above and forces his cock down her throat.

They ride her hard for many minutes. The one buried in her pussy grabs nearby food and smears it over her chest, which he then licks off. Her and her clothes become a mess of sweet pudding and mashed fruits.

Soon, the men all climax. Their interest in her fades immediately as they climb off the platform. The one beneath her rolls her off and bounds away. They take another few handfuls of food before running off.

The woman is a mess. Her body is covered in grease and sweet pudding. Her gown is torn and messy. Cum leaks from all her holes. She merely gets up, adjust her clothes as best she can, then cleans up the worst of the mess on the platform. She once again reclines on her side to monitor people coming for food, though she's a fair bit more disheveled now.

"That was awful," Euna says. "They practically raped her."

"I don't think she minded."

"But... but they treated her like just another food for them to indulge."

"Presumptuous lads, weren't they?"

Euna gets up and strides to the matron. You chase after, but Euna is then too close for you to remind her not to blow cover.

"Why did you let them do that to you?" Euna asks.

"Oh them?" The matron flaps a dismissive hand. "They're Gelderman's lads, a group of asses. It's best just to let them get their end off, and they'll leave you be."

"And you just let them have sex with you like that?"

"The sooner they have their fun, the sooner they leave. I'd rather they do this than wreck the entire display. It's a bother, yes, but I'd rather they take their boyhood energies out on me than bother my children." She gestures to the young cooks about. "Besides, rough as they are, a mid day romp certainly passes the time."

"Huh." Euna is bemused, but before she can ask anything further, other townsfolk arrive, and the matron helps them select foods and bragging about what's best.

You lead Euna away.

"This is such a strange town," she mutters.

"Isn't it though," you reply. "Shall we keep moving?"

She nods.

The man nods curtly and returns to his work. You return to the street.

The man looks you over with distain. "Please. I do not simply hand these out. I only give them only to those who deserve them—those who can use my instruments to bring beauty into this world. Nothing brings me greater pleasure."

"So, people who can play them?" Euna asks.

"Not just play them, but captivate with them. Enthrall with them."

"I can enthrall with an instrument," you say.

"You?"

"I was once a renown entertainer. I traveled the world sharing songs and stories."

"It's true," Euna agrees. "I've seen his performances. They're unforgettable."

The man considers a long while. "I suppose I'll let you try. What instrument do you play?"

"I'm skilled with a lute."

"Hmm. Of course you are." From a wall display, he takes down an old, beat up string instrument. The soundboard is larger than you're used to. The neck is wide, and it has half a dozen more strings than you're used to. "I haven't got any instruments as uncouth as a lute, but perhaps you can impress me with this mandolin."

"We'll see." Sitting upon a stool, you familiarizing yourself with the strings. Satisfied, you strum out a favorite shanty of yours. You're a little rocky at first, but you straighten it up. You mostly ignore the strings you're unused to. By the time you end of the song, you're fully back in the swing of things. The tune flows from your fingers.

Finishing, you look up. Euna applauds with reserved delight.

The man's nose is scrunched in disgust. "Is that what you play? Folk nonsense?"

"Well... yes."

"Your form is sloppy. Your talent is no better than a common street side performer. And of all the music you could bring into this world, you bring folk music?"

"So you're not thrilled," you say.

He takes back the mandolin. "You do not bring beauty into this world. You bring rabble. If you've no talent, then you have no place in my home. Leave."

Euna steps forward. "What about me? I can play."

"Can you?" he asks doubtfully.

"Can't you play an instruments?" Euna asks you.

"Not really. If I ever make noise, it's with my voice."

Euna's face lights up. "I didn't know you can sing!"

"I really am more of a dancer," you reply. "You play instruments though, don't you?"

"That's true," she says. "I'm play quite well, actually."

"Do you?" the man asks doubtfully.

"Yes. Of course I can," she says. "I played a gusli in my convent days."

"A gusli?" He looks her over as he did you, though with more intrigue than skepticism. "I have something like a gusli. Wait here." He fetches from the backroom a string instrument shaped like a trapezoidal horseshoe. It's an old instrument, but still in good shape. "This is called a lyre. Perhaps you can make something of it."

Frowning, Euna takes it. "I'll see. This is certainly different." Like you, she takes a minute to familiarize herself. Then gradually, her strumming becomes a song. The transition is so subtle that her practice seemed more as a prelude. The music is indescribable. Both mournful and cheerful. Both peaceful and forceful. She plays as though no one else is there, not even her. There is only the music, playing out in solitude.

Her song ends. She opens her eyes. Both you and the shop owner are in rapt silence.

"How did I do?" she asks.

The man's response is long coming. "The lyre is yours. Treat it well."

"Thank you," she curtsies.

"No. I thank you. The plight of my work is that there are so few capable of wielding my creations. It would be my honor if you would brighten this world with my instrument."

"I will," she says.

The man bows and retreats to his backroom as though there's nothing more to say. You and Euna leave.

"Well how about that?" she says, examining her new lyre.

"You're a master musician," you say. "Though I don't know if that's saying much coming from me. Apparently, I'm a ten-thumbed noise polluter."

She laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek. "Oh, don't let him get to you. He was a snob." She hoists the lyre over her shoulder by its strap. "Let's get moving."

"Between your playing and my dancing, we could put on show now," you say.

"Or you could sing along with my music," she suggests. "I would love to hear that."

You shake your head. "If I sing, it's because I'm drunk. Imagine a cat in heat howling for a tom to come rut her. That's how I sound, and most of the time, it's why I'm singing too."

She laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek. "Oh, I'm sure you sound beautiful. One day you will sing for me." She hoists the lyre over her shoulder by its strap. "Let's get moving."

Euna's Lyre added to inventory

The shop is filled with instruments of all sorts. There's everything from violas to fiddles to flutes. All are of exquisite quality, laid out for display as though this were an art exhibit.

A silk veil separates this room from a backroom. Through it, a man is hunched over an old and abused dulcimer which he's painstakingly restoring. He spares a glance toward you two.

"What do you want?" he asks. "I already gave you as many instruments as I plan to give you."

"Can I help you?" His tone is impatient.

"This is my home. I call it the Fiddler for those who need a name to refer to it by."

"What?" he frowns. "What are you talking about? Of course they're not for sale. Why would they be?"

"It's just that they are on display," you say.

"Yes, because they're for the people."

"To just... take?"

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" He looks you up and down, taking in your attire.

Euna speaks. "I am Lady Euna. This is my manservantlady-in-waiting. This is my first time visiting the city.And heshe's with me, and we've just traveled here together from far away. Please forgive our ignorance."

"Hmm. I see. Then you should know that there is no such thing as buying or selling in the city of Cockaigne. We spend our lives not in pursuit of financial gains or to serve another master, but instead in the pursuit of beauty and art. I run this display so that I can pursue my own passion, the creation of music. I give my instruments freely to those who are worthy of them."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? You want to..."

Euna steps close to him. "To suck your cock." She takes his hand and presses it to her belly. She guides him up, giving him a feel of her breasts, her neck, and when his fingers brush her lips, she sucks on one of his digits. "Just say yes, and come with me. I will suck every last drop of your cum."

"...Okay."

"Good boy. Come along then."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? Really?"

"Sure, she will," you reply. "Isn't that right, Euna?"

"Of course," she replies. "I'll suck whatever cock you tell me to."

"There you go," you say to the stable boy. "So do we have a deal?"

"...Okay."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? Really?"

"I promise you'll enjoy it." Euna says.

"...Okay."

Her eyes widen. "Him?" She glances the stableboy over. "Just to get us inside?"

"You've already shown your lips can open doors for us."

Her eyes widen. "Him?" She glances the stableboy over. "Just to get us inside?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's so unnecessary. We could just bribe him. With anything. You're only suggesting this because you want to see if I'll do it."

"And you're saying you don't want to?" you ask. "Look at that young lad. He's hardly a man. He will be floating among the clouds if you do this for him. Wouldn't you want to do it just for that alone? To hold his pleasure in your hands? And of course, what do you think his cock will feel like between your lips?"

Her eyes light with mischief.

"Okay! I'll do it, but let me do the talking." Euna struts toward the boy. "Hello again."

"Yeah? Hi."

"We are going to go into that stable," she says, "and not only are you going to let us, you're going to help us in there. Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

She leans and whispers in his ear. When she pulls away, he simply nods, stupified.

"Then come along," she says.

"Yes, of course. If you wish to offer me to that boy, then I will obey."

You return to the stable boy. "We really need to get into that stable," you say. "So how about if you take my ladyfriend here around back so she can suck you off. Will that get us in?"

Eyes wide, the stableboy looks Euna up and down. He nods.

"Very good." You nudge her toward the lad.

Then her eyes light. "Yes. Let's do it."

You return to the stable boy. "How about this. Will you let us in if she sucks you off?"

Eyes wide, he studies Euna up and down.

She peers back at him with a sultry look. "It'll be worth your while," she says.

He simply nods.

Euna takes his hand, and together they head around to the alley behind the stables.

You peek around. The stable boy is backed up against the wall. His riding breaches are about his ankles. Euna is squatted before him with her legs wide, and she's guzzling his erection with abandon. She takes it deep down her throat until gagging about his cock, then pulls out and nibbles the head. Thick spittle runs from her chinPeriodically, she pulls out and plays her tongue about its head or licks along his shaft.

Soon, the stableboy groans. From the way he tenses up and clutches the back of her head, he's filling her mouth with cum. She sucks every last drop out of him.

She and the stable boy return shortly. The lad has the dumbest smile on his face as he waves you two to follow him past the other stablehands.

He thinks about it, shrugs, nods. "I won't say no to that."

You slip him five rubles, and he leads you onward.

You show him the bottle.

"It's rare rum too," Euna adds. "It's not normally available to the city folk."

The lad glances around and nods. "Okay, fine. Let's be quick about this."

He stash the bottle under his tunic and leads you onward.

Bottle of Rum removed from inventory

His eyes go wide. "Really?"

In answer you lead him away. "We'll be right back," you say to Euna.

"I'll be here," Euna replies.

Euna seems rather bemused. "I... okay. I'll wait."

Around the stable, you quickly have the stable boy's breeches around his ankles and his manhood hardening in your hands. It's a decent size, and fits nicely in your mouth. He groans and shudders, which is amusing, but in your talented hands, they always do. His cum makes a nice salty pool upon your tongue, and leaves a tingle in your throat.

He's still weak in the knees when you return to Euna.

"I see he had fun," she says.

"My," Euna says. "You had quite an affect on him."

The inside is as you remember it. Rows of stalls. Most clean, and most occupied with fine, healthy horses of all kinds.

"Here they are." The stablehand shows you the same three horses from before, one gray, one black, and one chestnut brown. He opens the stall to the gray one and leads it to the open area in the back. "I guess you can start with Cala. Don't take too long."

"They are fine specimens, aren't they?" she says. "Virile, I bet. Lanx and Fira might pay well."

"Most certainly," you reply.

She ponders the idea a while, and then turns the horses off the path. "I suppose we can fill one bottle, but we'll do so somewhere private."

After a short trek through the jungle, you arrive at the clearing. Euna tethers Savior to the grand oak tree standing alone in the center. As you tie off Crusader, Euna begins.

"Good thing indeed," Euna says.

Jar of Horse Cum added to inventory

Kneeling under , Euna cups her palm over his sheath and strokes until his cock emerges. She licks its length and sucks it in her mouth. By the time it's too large for her to fellate, it's dangling by her breasts. Leaning forward, she mashes each of her tits about the cock and rocks back and forth. Her globes just barely encompass its girth. Precum leaks. The valley of her breasts becomes slick.

gets into this and starts rocking forward. Euna need only lean back and let him thrust between her breasts. She covers it with tender suckles each time it reaches up to her chin.

As the horse grows near, Euna leans forward and reorients the cock so it's pointing down her body. She squeezes her breasts about it again, only now her head is by its base, with her chin and shoulder cradling the shaft. It's end points downward toward her crotch.

Hugging the shaft, she rides the horse like this. You pass her the jar, and she holds it by her crotch, just before the horse's tip. It fills the bottle with its seed. Euna continues riding until the last drop is squeezed out.

With her whispers, her hands, her lips, and her tongue, Euna quickly brings to full mast. While she's tonguing the flared ridge of the stallion's cock, she's signals you forward again. With your guidance, the horse fills the bottle with deluge of semen.

Euna first calms by reintroducing herself. Next, she pets along his back, flank, and finally his belly. As she massages his pendulous balls and sheath, his cock emerges.

Sitting before the cock, she takes it into her mouth and fellates it for as long as it fits. Once it's too large, she resorts to sucking upon the mushroomed head and stroking with her hands. Once it's fullsized, she focuses on running her tongue along the ridge, which rubs her face over the tip and spreads precum over her cheeks and chin.

She takes her place right before the cock and coaxes it to grow more by stroking the slick, rubbery pole. Once it's at full size, she darts her tongue along its crown and licks the shaft.

Shortly, she motions to you.

You press the jar to the tip of 's dick while Euna works. Thick cum fills the jar. After you back away, Euna licks away the last drop from the horse's tip.

The first shot of cum lashes across her cheek. She perches her upturned face just below the firing cock and strokes it throughout the horse's orgasm. Ropes of cum splatter over her features. Both her eyes are forced closed by pools over her lids. Much of it gets in her mouth, but much more runs into her hair, along her neck, and onto her breasts.

When the beast finishes, she sits back beneath the wilting cock and plays her hand between her legs. Her tongue swipes over her lips to collect what cum she can. For the rest, she scrapes her fingers over her face to rake cum into her mouth. Tremors of pleasure course through her.

Soon, she's clean enough. She uses a rag for the rest, but her hair will have sticky tangles for the rest of the day. She reluctantly stops playing with herself, as though intentionally keeping herself on edge.

Euna kneels beside and gets to work rubbing the horse's sheath and testicles. The thick shaft of veined cock emerges and grows. She bends it to the side, and brings it to her face. She kisses the tip. Her tongue runs along the edge, and then she engulfs the mushroomed head as best she can and works the shaft frantically.

Soon enough, the horse rocks. His cock swells. She frantically motions you over and pulls her mouth away. A string of precum connects her lips to the cock.

The moment you press the jar over the head of the penis, it fills the bottle with cum. Euna jacks the shaft slowly until the last spurts trickle out. When you step away, she licks the remaining drop from the tip of the penis. is done.

She seems almost desperate to get the cum out of the horse where she can taste it. And soon enough, the horse snorts, rocks, and its cock pulsates. Euna slows her stroking and concentrates on the cum filling her mouth.

She gulps quickly, but some still escapes. It dribbles down her chin and drips on her breasts. Most however goes straight to her stomach. She pulls away, gasps, and wipes her mouth. "So much..." she mutters. "I could swallow it all if it didn't come so quickly."

Euna squats down right in the firing lane of 's cock and begins stroking the meat while running her tongue along the ridge. His cock is long, though still rubbery. She's having to hold it up.

snorts, shuffles, and stills. Suddenly, a powerful stream of pungent urine erupts from it's dick and sprays Euna's face.

She startles, but doesn't drop the cock. Instead, she closes her eyes and lets the stream beat upon her face. The piss cascades down her front. It drips between her legs and runs down her thighs.

Now thoroughly drenched, Euna clamps her mouth over the horse's peehole and begins gulping. Some escapes her lips, but she's guzzled much into her belly by the time the stream ends. Her hands stroke the shaft all the while.

Once the stream has ceased, she clamps her mouth back over the cock's end and resumes her stroking.

It's not long after that the horse's semen follows. Euna deftly collects as much as she can into a jar. When the horse is done, she licks the jars rim of any mess, and the tip of the horses dick for the last drop.

It's hard to tell when the horse starts climaxing, only that snorts and rocks more, and Euna is swallowing again and again. Only a dribble escapes her lips, and afterward, she cleans the horse's cock head well enough that not a drop of semen is left.

"How about if I try something a little more elaborate." Euna pets 's mane and whispers in his ear. She pets and kisses her way along his flank until arriving at his rump. His massive hanging balls dangle. She weighing each testicle in hand. Groping around them, she manages to reach his emerging cock, which she pleasures with long, deep strokes.

However, this position has brought her face to face with his ass. And every time she strokes toward the end of the shaft, her face is forced within inches of it. Most would cringe away, but Euna instead rests her cheek against the horses rump. His wrinkled anus is just before her. She eyes it as though working up the nerve.

And then, her tongue reaches out. The tip runs along the puffy ring of flesh. Brown flecks come away, which she swallows down. Round and round her tongue goes, getting closer to the hole, until finally she fastens her mouth over the hole and digs in with her tongue.

shuffles. Between the rim job and the stroking, it reaches climax. You press the jar to his piss hole. Spurt after spurt of pearly cum floods the jar.

Euna keeps her face nuzzled in his ass even once he's gone soft. When she pulls away, she's breathless, as though the rim job were a long passionate kiss. Licking her lips, she looks to you. "Did you get it?"

You show her the jar.

"Good."

shuffles. Between the rimming, and Euna's awkward stroking, he reaches climax. His seed fires out onto the ground in several long spurts.

Once he's finished, Euna backs away from the breathless, as though the rim job were a long passionate kiss. Licking her lips, she looks at the wasted seed upon the ground. "A trade off I suppose. My mouth can only be in so many places."

The horse grows close. It's climax comes without warning. Semen splashes against Euna's chin. She tries to fit her mouth over the cock's head when it's close enough, but with the horse's thrusting, most blasts of cum fill the crevice of her breasts. Her chest, her belly, and the horse's cock all become coated in sticky cum, yet Euna lets keep fucking her tits until finally losing interest and stepping away.

Her entire chest is a mess. Cum runs down her belly and mingles into the dampness of her bald slit. drips from her pubic nest.

Euna rubs her hands over her naked belly and breasts. The pungent smell of animal semen fill the air. She licks some off her fingers. "I suppose I should have seen this mess coming."

After coaxing , Euna kneels beneath him and buries her tongue into the opening of his sheath while her hands massage the dangling balls behind it. She fellates the horse's emerging penis. As it grows, her mouth remains fastened on its end end right up until she's backed up against the hay bale.

She lies on her back upon it and lets the cock drag down her body. She plays the tip over her drenched pussy and squeezes the shaft with her thighs. Finally, it's stiff enough for penetration, and she does just that.

Euna moans as the cock disappears into her snatch. rocks forward. He bottoms out against the recesses of her pussy. From there, Euna let's the horse do most of the work while she strokes his flank.

His cock is still quite rubbery, and at the moment of climax, he hops his forelegs onto the bale, which causes his cock to slip out of Euna and flop onto her belly. There is no stopping him now, so Euna hugs the shaft against herself until he erupts. Watery cum drenches the valley of her tits. It spills up her neck. In the horses clumsiness, it stumbles back, dragging its cock along her torso, spraying cum all the way. In the last moments, Euna is able to press the cock head against her crotch to drench her slit, but that's all. The horse is done, and she's been covered like a pastry.

"You silly horse, ," she breaths. "I wanted your seed inside me." Euna rubs her hands over her naked belly and breasts. The pungent smell of animal semen fill the air. She licks some off her fingers. "Look at the mess you made."

You find a rag for her, and she wipes up the worst of the mess. The valley of her breasts are still sticky to the touch, but she seems satisfied.

"Hmm." Euna already is. "And I'm supposed to go the rest of the day coated in a stallion's seed?"

"No one will notice once it dries."

"I'll reek of horse."

"You already will."

"Fair point."

"Hmm," Euna rubs her hands over her torso. "Like this?"

By now, she's completely covered her chest and belly with wet cum. She runs her hands along her neck, down her arms, and along her thighs. Her hands pass over her crotch many times. Her loose, vaginal lips glimmer with both the horse's and her own juices. Her pubic hair becomes a matted down and sticky mess. Soon the semen thins. Its slick texture is replaced with a stickiness that makes noise as her hands rub over it.

"There," she says. "That should dry soon. But Lord do I stink." She smells her hands. "So musky."

is already hard, as though predicting what's about to happen. His cock waggles between his legs as he trots up.

Euna doesn't even have to get up from the hay bale. "Right to the point, I see." She orients herself so that her belly is on the cum-wet platform, and her feet rest on the ground. She motions to you that she's ready, and you fit the head of the cock against her overworked pussy and urge the horse forward. Instead, it hops up onto the hay bale. In doing so, it rams its thick shaft into Euna. She cries out. When the horse begins fucking her of its own accord, she can only grip the hooves by her head and let the stallion have his way.

It ravages her for many minutes. Its cock batters her pussy as deep as it will go, which is only part of its incredible length. Finally, it whinnies and grows clumsy. Cum oozes out between Euna's stretched pussy lips.

It dismounts from her and wanders away. Euna is left used and discarded with a river of cum flowing down her thighs. She seems spent. "That was forceful," she mutters.

"We can try," Euna says.

"Try? I've already seen you can get the horse inside you."

"Just barely. It's hard enough just to stay standing, not to mention how little of himself I can bury in me."

"That's why you need to practice."

"I suppose that's true. I'll try"

She strips and kneels beneath the horse. She massages his sheath until his cock begins to emerge. She runs her tongue along his slick, pink shaft. She cradles the cock as it grows in size, hugging it as though hugging a pole. After kissing the tip, she slides it down her body.

Finally, she orients herself so her rump is to the dick, and she guides it against her slit and rubs it up and down.

The horse thrusts. Euna pushes back against the invading cock while holding it in place with her hand. Her pussy caves around the member, and it penetrates inside her.

"Oh, Lord." She rocks back in time with the horse's clumsy thrusts. It bottoms out awith most of the shaft outside Euna. She struggles to keep her feet beneath her.

It's all very clumsy. After several minutes, the horse slows, so Euna pulls herself off and pleasures the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is between her legs. The first spurt of horse cum splatters her neck and breasts. She fastens her mouth over the tip to capture the rest of the load.

By the time the horse is finished, she's still lost in pleasure. Leaning back, she focuses solely on her clit. Cum dribbles from her mouth, over her breasts, and down her belly. When it reaches her gash, she feverishly stabs her fingers into herself to get the cum inside.

Once she's done, her pussy is a frothy mess. She cleans up with a rag. "A good show?"

"You looked like you enjoyed that as much as ," you say.

"Almost," she says. "I only wish the horse could flood my womb and not my chest. I couldn't get enough leverage."

"Maybe it's just a matter of finding a way to brace yourself."

"Or if I could just take him deeper."

Euna kneels beneath and first tongues his massive balls. His wet, slippery cock emerges, and she fastens her mouth upon the end as she works the shaft with her hands. Soon, he's at full mast.

She lies down upon the hay bale, first on her belly, but she changes her mind and flips onto her back. You help out by guiding the massive cock against her crotch. As she rubs the tip up and down her slit, the horse catches on. Suddenly, he steps his forelegs onto the hay bale, each beside Euna's head, and humps forward. His cock mashes against her pussy. It drags her forward before penetrating, and she has to brace her feet against the side of the bale, but it works. Euna whines, the horse snorts, and the penis head pushes against her inexorably until at last forcing its way in.

She's now fucking the horse. is humping clumsily while Euna holds herself in place, but she wraps her legs about his torso, as though embracing a lover. The penetration is only getting about a third of the horse's meat in her. thrusts hard to get deeper, but there's no deeper to go. The pain leaves Euna whimpering and biting her lip.

It takes a long time, but soon the horse's cock swells. Euna cries out. Horse cum leaks out along Euna's stretched pussy lips. When the horse finally pulls away, his cock plops out, and a river of runny cum flows from Euna's distorted hole.

"Oh my," she mutters, out of breath. She runs her hand over her hole, slides four fingers in, and brings out a scoop of cum, which she licks off her fingers.

"Good?" you ask.

She nods.

Euna pets 's flank and whispers in his ear. She works her way along its flank, petting and stroking all the while, until arriving behind the horse. Between its hind legs, she runs her hands over its pendulous, furry balls. She nestles her face between them.

Then, she nuzzles her way upward to the its ass. She runs her tongue over the wrinkled flesh of its anus. Brown flecks come away, which she swallows down. She then fastens her lips over the anus and works her tongue against the hole.

Meanwhile, her hands snake between the legs to stroke the emerging shaft. Even after it's fully hard, she takes her time tongue-cleaning its wrinkled hole to her satisfaction. nuzzling and tonguing its balls until she's showed them thorough attention. Only then does scoot between its legs to its cock, which now drapes along the block.

She nuzzles that too as she lifts and and situates herself beneath it. On her back upon the blanketed block, she bends the rubbering pillar of meat until the tip is against her sex. Up and down she rubs it. Wet, sticky sounds emerge. She's already loose from the previous fucking, so when the horse pushes forward, her pussy engulfs the cock with little resistance.

The horse fucks her. She mewls and humps back. Reaching between her legs, she strokes the bulk of the shaft which can't fit inside her. It soon brings the horse to climax. Euna trembles and gasps as it fills her with cum. It pulls out, and deluge runs out of her and down the block.

"Such a good horse..." she whispers breathlessly.

"It didn't fit last time," Euna says. "What makes you think it will now?"

"We'll never know if you don't try," you say.

Smirking, she strips off her clothes and kneels beneath .

Today, she spends some time tonguing the horse's massive balls before showing his emerging cock any attention. When she does, her mouth is upon his slick, pink shaft just as it was on his sack. She cradles the cock as it grows in size, hugging it as though hugging a pole. After kissing the tip, she slides it down her body.

Finally, she orients herself to face you so her rump is to the dick, and she guides it against her slit and rubs it up and down until her own breaths grows shallow.

thrusts forward.

"Why?" Euna asks. "The jar is full, and I don't think we have any other jars with a wide enough rim."

You ask the stable boy. "There's a third stallion, right?"

"Yeah, Hutan." He points to the next stall. It houses a chestnut horse with its head over the stall gate. It's mane is combed flat over its eyes, and it's looking back at the three of you.

"If you want me to please another horse for no reason except because you wish it," Euna says. "I'll do so, because my body belongs to you. Is it what you want?"

"I guess I wasn't clear," you say. "Yes, it is. Pleasure that horse, Euna. And make a good show of it. For both of us." You gesture to the stableboy. He's frozen in bewilderment.

"Bring the horse," you tell him.

"Doesn't it seem mean to pleasure two horses and leave the third alone."

"I think so," the stable boy agrees.

Euna frowns at both of you. "That is a paltry excuse, and you know it. You just want to see a show."

The lad sobers. "No. No. I don't want a show. I was just... I'm sorry, my lady."

"So you don't want to watch me to pleasure a horse?" Euna asks. Her voice is stern.

"No, my lady. My apologies."

"Pity. Because you only have to ask."

The boy blinks. A long silence hangs in the air. When he speaks, his words come out blundered. "I mean... I don't want to tell... If you..."

"I'd like to see a show," you say.

"Finally," Euna says. "Some refreshing honesty. Bring the horse here."

The lad can hardly move fast enough. Soon, Hutan is before Euna. His coat is as short-haired as a horse's can get. His color is of dark, rich leather, except for its feet, which are black up to the knees.

Euna strokes its nose. "You may be the most lovely horse of all," she says. "I had a horse just like you in my youth."

Euna perches underneath . She pulls off her bodice and tosses it to you. The stablehand's eyes boggle at the sight of her bared breasts.

Euna hefts both of 's balls and fondles his sheath. The moment his cock emerges, her lips are about it. She sucks with all her skill, but it grows and grows, and soon is too much to fit in her mouth. It's drooping before her breasts.

Seeing this, a wicked look comes over her. Tugging off her skirt, she spins to face forward and bends at the waist to present her rump. Hoisting the horse's manhood, she rubs the end over her slit. A shiver passes through her. Up and down she rubs. Slick precum spreads.

senses the presence of a vagina. He rocks forward.

Whimpering, Euna grips the horse's foreleg to brace herself, and she pushes back against the invader while holding it in place with her hand. After much work and fiddling, her pussy stretches about the member.

"Oh my Lord," she cries. "Oh Lord. It's inside me. It's... my heavens. It hurts."

's cock pushes nearly eight inches into her. Euna struggles to keep her feet beneath her. Each thrust pistons several inches in and out of her, but mostly, the horse is dragging Euna around.

In time, Euna regains some control. She tries to push back in time with the horse, but only so much disappears inside her, and her position is ungainly.

After minutes of this, is actually getting soft. It seems the lack of deep penetration coupled with the awkward control is not enough for him. Sensing this, Euna pulls herself off his cock. She kneels and returns to pleasuring the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is between her legs.

Unfortunately for , there's no way a cock that size will fit in Euna. Each thrusts staggers her forward, yet she maintains a grip on the cock and rubs herself against it. Her pussy becomes a frothy mess of precum and her own juices. Her breath grows shallow. Yet as she nears orgasm, the horse's manhood is softening. This isn't doing enough for him. Sensing this, Euna forfeits her own needs and spins back around. She returns to pleasuring the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is now between her legs.

She peaks first. Body undulating, she whimpers in climax. The first spurt of horse cum splatters her neck and breasts. She fastens her mouth over the tip to capture the rest of the load. Cum dribbles from her mouth, over her breasts, and down her belly. When it reaches her gash, she feverishly stabs her fingers into herself to get the cum inside.

When she finally comes down, her front is slick. Her pussy is a frothy mess rubbed with horse semen. She swallows what's left in her mouth and looks at both of you. "A good show?"

The stableboy merely nods. He's hiding his erection behind a stall gate.

Cleaning up takes Euna a while. She licks what she can off her fingers. The stableboy lends her a cloth for the rest.

Cleaning up takes Euna a while. She licks what she can off her fingers and uses a rag from your pack to clean the rest.

"You looked like you enjoyed that as much as ," you say.

"I let myself get carried away," she says. "It was so carnal."

"I hope you don't regret it."

"My only regret is that he could not fill me with his seed directly."

"I'm sure we can figure something out," you say. "Maybe it's just a matter of finding a way to brace yourself."

"Or I can work to increase my depth," she replies.

"That too."

"That would have been quite a squeeze," you say.

"I know. But, Lord, did I need him inside me."

The stableboy leads the horse back while Euna cleans up and dresses. He leads you both back to the city street and bids you goodbye.

"Why?" Euna asks. "The jar is full."

"But we have other bottles..." you say.

"...And you're welcome to fill them up yourself. I'm done."

The stable boy leads both of you back out to the street and bids you farewell.

You stopper the jar and stow it away. The stableboy leads both of you back out to the street and bids you farewell.

Euna examines the jar. "I hope Lanx pays well for this."

Euna stops the boy. "I agreed to play with only one horse."

"But since we're here..." you say.

Grinning, she shakes her head. "No. We're done. If I don't put my foot down, you'd have me here all day."

"And would that be so bad?"

"As much as you enjoy these shows, they are rather exhausting for me. Count yourself blessed that I'm willing to entertain such perverse practices for you already. All right?"

"All right, then."

After Euna cleans up and dresses, the stableboy leads you two back out to the street and bids you goodbye.

"I walked in there having set a limit of one horse," Euna says, "and yet somehow, I emerge having fooled around with every stallion that boy had to offer."

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?" you say.

"I have a randysultry devil on my shoulder." She nudges you with her arm. "I'm becoming a breeding mare. I certainly smell like one."

She does. Euna thoroughly reeks of horses, cum, and sex.

"It fits you," you reply.

"I'm glad you think so. I expect this is a stench I'll frequently carry. I'll be quite the equestrian if I should ever get back home."

Euna sidles close to you as you both head off. She reeks of horses and sex.

Euna takes your arm as you continue on your way. The stench of the stables lingers with her.

You and Euna step away from the stables, and the young lad runs back to join the other stablehands.

Nodding, she looks down. "You're right." After a pause, she says it again, as though to convince herself. "You're right." She looks crestfallen, as though disappointed in herself. "I couldn't hope to endure."

She looks up at the sorceress. "We will still leave."

"Pity. Very well, but know this, I'm not accustom to being refused. I will have my eye on you. Both of you. Remember my offer. Return to me should you look inside yourself and acknowledge your darkest desires."

"I will remember," Euna says. You're not sure whether she's just being polite or if she means it.

"Now go. Leave here before I change my mind and decide to keep you anyway."

The cafres bump you, nudging you to get moving. They lead you through the marble hallways to the entrance. From there, you and Euna hastily walk off. The horses are still waiting for you where you left them.

Euna gasps as though she'd been holding her breath. "Oh heavens, that was terrifying! I didn't think she was going to let us go."

"It did get a bit dicy, didn't it? Strange offer she made, wasn't it?"

"Very strange." She mounts her horse.

"You were actually thinking of taking her up on that offer, weren't you?"

"Lunacy, isn't it? I would do anything to save my father." She sighs. "The craziest part is is that I know I'll be thinking about that offer for days to come. What if..."

"That certainly is crazy."

Together, you ride down the long mountain trail. Once the trail widens enough, Euna rides up alongside you.

Marion sighs. "Fine."

Arriving at the beach, you use the mirror to reflect sunlight at the boat until a flash comes from them. They're lowering a rowboat from the deck to come over.

"I'm not going to be a very good nun," Marion says. "I'm just going to misbehave as much as I can. I'm going to offer myself to everybody. I don't care who they are or how old or ugly they might be."

"It sounds like you're going to be the best nun," Euna says. "I wish I was more like you when I went into the convent. I might have enjoyed myself."

"They're probably going to kick me out though."

"Maybe not. Religions believe in saving people. They'll punish you, and flog you, and torture you until you repent, but they won't give up on you."

Marion grins. "How far do you think I can push it?"

"I think you're going to find out."

"Do try not to get kicked out," Euna says.

"I was thinking of running away once I get there."

"The world is a harsh place, but the church will take care of you. They may punish you or scold you, but they will always make sure you're safe."

"Maybe I don't want to be safe."

"Just give it a chance. Don't buy into their purity nonsense and you might find a life you crave there."

Marion grumbles.

The rowboat arrives on shore. Two sailors work the oars. A third steps out onto shore. "Marion?"

She steps forward.

"The captain has a schedule he'd like to keep. So let's get moving."

Marion approaches. The man grabs her, eliciting a yelp. He carries her over the water and dumps her in the rowboat. She staggers for balance. Both oarsmen hold onto her to stabilize her.

"Thank you," she mutters.

Their hands linger. One is clutching her ass and thigh, the other has his hands under her arms, tantalizingly close to her breasts.

Marion doesn't mind. "Where should I sit?"

"How 'bout right here." They scoot apart. There is barely enough space between them, but to their delight, Marion squeezes in. It puts her in physical contact with both.

One puts his arm around her. His hand brushes her breast. "Welcome aboard, Missy."

"Thank you." She smiles up at him. Her thigh subtly rubs against his.

The man who carried her aboard glances back at you two. Without knowing who you are, or caring to learn, he merely nods before pushing the rowboat into the water. Once they're off, Marion waves. "Farewell." You and Euna wave back.

As you turn your horses back toward land, Euna canters close.

She grins mischievously. "Those sailors were certainly friendly."

You nod. "And that's a long sea voyage she has ahead of her."

"Something tells me she'll be just fine."

Her eyes are wide. "Those sailors were..."

"Affectionate?"

She nods.

"And that's a long sea voyage she has ahead of her too," you say.

"She's probably happy about that."

"Probably."

"Such a strange girl."

"Did you see what those sailors were doing?" she says, aghast.

"I did."

"Is she going to be okay on that boat? She'll be at sea for months."

"I think so. Either way, it's out of our hands."

Euna glances back several times as you guide the horses.

"She'll be fine," you say.

"Heavens, I hope so."

The two of you head back toward the road. After a silent ride, Euna turns her attention to her horse. She strokes its mane.

Marion's eyes go wide. "Do you mean it?"

You gesture to the open road. "It's yours."

Giddy, Marion climbs off your horse. Her legs wobble as she takes her first few steps toward her new life. She turns. "Thank you."

"Wait." Euna dismounts. "Before you go, I want one last thing from you."

"What is it?" Marion asks.

Euna shoves Marion onto her rear. She hikes up her dress, slings one leg over Marion's shoulder, and presses her sex to Marion's mouth. Marion gives a muffled yelp of surprise, but when Euna doesn't relent, Marion begins tonguing her slit.

Euna revels in pleasure. "Get used to this, Marion. From now on, no one is ever going to give you anything without expecting something in return, so I don't see why we should either. It'll help teach you how you'll need to behave from now on."

Marion can only keep licking as Euna grinds her pussy against her face. Minutes pass until Euna is gasping in pleasure. Her body shudders, and her legs go weak. Afterward, Marion pulls away, gasping.

But before she can recover, Euna grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back until her face is pointed straight up. Perching over her, Euna releases a stream of urine onto the girl's face. Marion sputters as it stings her eyes and fills her mouth. Most of it cascades down her front, soaking her head wrap and robes, though Marion inadvertently swallows some.

Euna steps off and looks down at the poor girl. Marion is still reeling when Euna slaps her across the face, creating a resounding crack. It sends the girl sprawling upon the ground.spits upon her face and shoves her to the ground. "Get used to people treating you like trash as well, because they will. They all will."

Euna returns to her horse, leaving Marion laying upon the dirt road—stunned, humiliated, urine-soaked, and heaving for breath. Marion peers longingly after Euna.

Euna remounts her horse. "Let's go."

"Yes, My Lady," you reply. Together, you ride off, leaving Marion to face her new life alone. Neither of you look back.

"Here." Euna moves to dismount. "Take my horse."

"No, no," Marion replies. "I don't want anything except the clothes on my back."

"Are you sure?"

Marion chewing her lip, then nods. "Yes, I think... yes! I am. My word, this is exciting!" She takes a shaky breath, then strides off down the road.

You and Euna watch. Far off, Marion turns back one last time and waves goodbye. Euna waves back, and then the two of you head back.

"I do hope she finds what she wants," Euna says.

"A defenseless woman on the road alone? I guarantee it."

Euna grins. "I mean I hope she'll be happy with what she gets."

"I'm sure she'll be scared at times, but it's what she craves."

"I hope so. I wish her well."

You ride for a while before Euna sidles up to you.

He bows to you once again. "She will. I haven't spent this much on a single slave in years. I intend to get my money's worth out of her."

He turns his attention back to the auction. You and Euna head off with your newfound wealth.

"Constant rape," Euna says. "Day in and day out, at the hands of common soldiers. In times of war, they can be particularly brutal."

"Are you glad you asked?"

"I'm not sure. It sounds like a hard life, but it could have been a lot worse. I just hope she doesn't wake up tomorrow and wish she could take it back."

"I'm sure she'll have regrets occasionally, but she's a true masochist. Her desire will win out I think."

"I hope so."

It's a quick walk back to the camp. The horses are still tethered by the river. Euna strokes her horse's mane.

"These are fine horses, aren't they?" she says. "Their names are Savior and Crusader. It was on the writ." Hers a black stallion with an unusually long, sleek mane and tale. Silky hair on its lower legs hides its hooves. "You're a fine horse. Aren't you, Savior?" she whispers. "It's a pity we must return them I rather like them."

"What if we didn't?"

"Out of the question," she replies. "We are not horse thieves. Besides, we have trouble enough feeding ourselves, much less a pair of horses."

Together you ride the horses back to the city. The guards recognize Euna and the horses from earlier and simply wave you through.

Euna speaks briefly with the stable owners while you hand the horses off to a hand. She returns to you when she finishes. "That's done with. Where shall we go from here?"

You're before the city gates.

You and Euna walk to the palace grounds. The gates are open, and beyond them in a plaza before the palace doors, a crowd has gathered. It seems you've arrived just before a presentation or an announcement. You gather close, pressing into the throng of people.

Before the crowd is a dais with a row of men and women beyond it. Like everyone else in the city, they're young and attractive, though they're different from the townsfolk. Each wear a sheer white robes cinched about the waist as though it were a uniform. They have low cut fronts, showing the men's chests and the women's cleavages down to their navels. The robes split along the outer legs, showing their thighs and calfs.

One of the men steps before the dais. He holds his hands high for silence. "Everyone. Everyone. It is wonderful of you all to come out here to show your appreciation to our Hana. This season's festival is in her honor, and yet we still owe her more thanks than we could ever give her. We gather here now to show how grateful we are one final time during her Sending."

He turns toward the palace. Two guards escort someone from inside. It's a girl, dressed in robes which actually conceal her body. The guards hold her arms as though helping her along, yet the way they surround her seems less friendly. They lead her onto the dais.

"Thank you, Hana,"