“You there, what are doing in my castle?” I ask, pulling you away from a small group of visitors. My soft hands guide you down the hallway out of earshot from the rest of your group. The touring visitors pay little mind to your lack of presence. They don’t even seem to notice. “Well, go on, answer me. What are you doing here?”
“Uhhh…” you look between me and the rapidly departing group of visitors. “I was, um, in the tour group.” You have a hard time looking someone so obviously royal in the eyes, it’s quite a shock for you to handle. I can hardly blame you. You are in the presence of the ruler of Mushroom Kingdom. It’s probably not something your peasantly mind accounted for.
Unsure of where to land, your eyes settle on my lips. *They look so nice, and soft, suckable, and fuckable…* you think to yourself. During your thoughtful trance, I notice your cock growing noticeably large in your loose shorts, forming a sizeable bulge as you try and focus.
“What are you star struck already? I didn’t pull you away from your tour so you would go shy on me.” My hands wrap around yours as I pull us both toward a grandiose, pink door. “Come on in. You’ll have plenty of time to tour the castle when I am done with you.”
We slip into my room. Quickly, I ease you onto the bed and place my hand on between the inside of your thighs. “You know, I could have anyone in this whole kingdom, but I chose you. Do you have any idea why?” My voice takes a bitchy tone, “Because I need a HARD FUCKING.”
Your eyes widen incredulously, and your cock becomes rock solid. “What the fuck? Are you fucking serious?” you question in disbelief. *Just a moment ago I was taking a tour, now the princess wants to fuck me!?* You can hardly make any sense of it. You barely move a muscle as I trail my fingers down your legs.
“Oh, c’mon. You don’t still think I’m some type of innocent princess, do you?” I jest while unzipping your pants. I slip my fingers under the waistband of your pants and pull them down, revealing your underwear. Impatiently, I tear those down as well, exposing your big, girthy, erect vein-filled penis. “Fuck!” I exclaim. “You have such a nice cock.”
You blush slightly, but my statement fills you with confidence. Your cock jumps, twitching before my eyes. “Well thanks. You have nice, uh, lips.” You grin, trying to laugh away the awkwardness and surrealness of the situation as you reach up and cup my face, rubbing your thumb over those very same lips.
“You know where my lips would look really good?” I pull away and kneel in front of you, resting my hands on your thighs. “I think they’d look really good wrapped around your big, fucking, cock.” My round eyes look up at you with a fluttery, sultry stare as I press my thick lips against your tip. You groan a little under your breath when you feel my lips against the tip of your dick, the feeling seemingly spurs you into action. You stand up, grabbing a handful of my hair before you thrust your hips forward and forcibly shove your dick down my throat at the same time, burying yourself to the hilt in my mouth and throat. You hold me down as you moan out loudly, “Fuck!” You look down at me, my lips are locked around the base of your cock. “You know what?” you begin, “I think you were right.” You jerk your hips forward for emphasis. You continue, “Your slutty lips look great wrapped around my cock.”
With my gaze locked on you, my eyes begin to tear. “Mmph, mmphh,” I respond with muffled gargles. My right hand reaches for the base of your cock. My comparatively tiny fingers wrap around you, stroking the portion of your shaft which is not immersed in my throat.
“Fuck, you literally just saw me in the halls not five minutes ago and you already have my cock buried in your throat,” you revel in my newfound submission. You twist us both around, pressing my back against the bed, before you slowly pull out of my mouth. Your cock, covered in spit and throat-slime, is laying across my face. “You’re more of a whore than a princess right now,” you jest. You press your balls against my lips as you grab the base of your cock and *smack* it on my face with loud, wet slaps.
I purse my lips around one of your testicles while your saliva-covered cock hits my face. “You’re such a little whore,” you mock, slapping my face with each word. I offer a spellbound smile, then fully absorb your balls into my mouth. You feel my tongue crawling underneath them, pulling back in a come-hither motion as I coat them with my spit. My mouth and tongue on your balls sends a bolt of pleasure through your body, and you lean forward over my back, gasping. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good at that.” You catch sight of my fat ass, swaying delightfully as I slobber over your balls. You reach out and give it a sharp, loud smack, rippling the flesh enticingly.
In a fit of excitement, I come up for air. “If you want to see it shake so much, why don’t you fucking rail me?” I prod enthusiastically, giving my ass a playful shimmy.
You growl down at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me roughly to my feet. You shove me up against the wall and hold me back by my throat before I have time to react. You don’t squeeze, and I can breathe easily, but your grip is firm. “Why don’t you beg for it, then, like a proper whore,” you command. You use your free hand to pull my dress aside and grope my fat tits, squeezing the flesh roughly and rolling my nipples between your fingers before giving them a few hard slaps. “Tell me what you want, slut.”
“I want you to fuck me—HARD,” I beg. “Please, sir. Turn me around and fuck me already. I can’t wait!”
“Good fucking girl,” you reply. You give my face a sharp smack, then grab my cheeks between your fingers. “Take off your underwear, turn around, bend over, and spread your ass. Now.” You let go of my throat, take a step back and start to take off the remainder of your own clothes.
While you are doing so, I slip down my pink thong, drop it to the floor, and step out of it. I turn myself to the wall and rest my hands flat against it. My ass sticks out with a slight arch.
“I said spread your fucking ass, Princess Whore!” You bring both of your open hands down hard on my jiggling cheeks, watching as they start to redden. You reach forward, your cock teasing over my wet lips as you grab my arms and pull them back, placing my hands on my sore ass even as my face leans forward against the wall. “That’s better.” You step forward again, rubbing your fat cock over the lips of my pussy, teasing it with just the tip. “Holy shit, you’re fucking soaked. It’s practically dripping down your thighs.”
“I’m sorry, sir. Please fuck me already,” I plead. “I’m so horny. I need you inside of me now!” The feel of your cock rubbing between my vaginal lips is too much of a tease. I can barely hold myself together.
You grab my hips possessively, unwilling to wait any longer. You take a split second to line yourself up, before you shove your hips forward, burying your fat bitch-breaker of a dick deep inside me, stretching me out until your hips are pressed up against my ass and the tip of your cock is pressed up against my womb. You moan out, leaning forward and placing your hands on the wall on either side of my head, grinding your cock and gouging out my slutty little cunt.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck,” I let out with each pummeling hit. Your cock tears into me with a severing force, sending waves of sensational pleasure through my body. Your tempo increases, burying me into the wall. A crazed smile grows on my face as your dick plunges inside of me. “It—feels—so—fucking—gooddd,” I scream.
“Is this what you wanted, slut?” you grab my arms, locking them down against my back as you pull back and thrust forward, slamming your cock deep inside me again and again and again relentlessly. “You wanted some fucking commoner to come and break you in your own castle?” You plow me hard and rough, grabbing a tight hold on my hair and pulling my back into an arch so I can hear your voice more clearly.
My face contorts wildly around my crazed smile. “Yes, yes. That’s what I wanted!” My ass bounces off your hips. I can’t focus on anything at this point aside from the array of sensations swirling within me.
You lean over my comparatively small frame and look down into my eyes, even as your hips don’t stop railing me. “When you pulled me in here, I thought you were a bitch of a princess, mocking me and teasing me.” You slap my ass hard, then grab it commandingly, squeezing and groping the bouncing, shivering flesh. “But I was only half right. You *are* a bitch, but not any bitch. You’re *my* bitch. You just didn’t know it yet.”
“Yes, sirrrr. I’m your bitchhh,” I moan wildly as my ass bounces off your sturdy frame. The tension builds inside me, my walls begin to tighten as I let out a wailing plea, “Please let me cum for you, sirrr. Please, please, please!!!”
“Go ahead, Peach.” Your balls continue to audibly slap against my throbbing clit. “After your royal pussy cums all over my cock, you’ll know for sure who you really belong to. You’ll be on the bed aching to be knocked up like a good little slut.” You stop thrusting your hips, instead letting my shaking ass practically twerk on your hilted cock. “And if you think I’m reaching you deep now, just wait until I mating press you into the sheets.” You lean down and whisper in my ear, “I’m going to breed your tight little princess pussy.” You lean back up and spit into my open, drooling mouth.
My legs shake autonomously, my voice wails, and my mind races. *I want this so bad. No I fucking need this. I need you to cum inside of me, NOW!* My arms reach down, as if trying to push away, as if to say please no more, but nothing could be further from the truth. I still need more. My thighs, tits, and ass shake back and forth, side to side, every which way. I can’t even keep track. “Please cum inside of me sir!” I let out.
Your hips start shaking as you thrust, and your balls tighten. You don’t stop pounding my wet hole, looking down into my eyes. Your grip tightens on my hair, pulling on it painfully. You lean down to my upturned face and press your lips to mine, snaking your tongue into my mouth as you feel yourself explode, moaning and groaning and firing off shot after shot into my cunt, before you pull back to just the tip, the pleasure making it too sensitive.
Your warm ropes of cum paint my insides, lathering my pink walls with your warm white juices. I arch my back, then pull your cock out, allowing the strands to drip from my pussy. They trickle out slowly, rolling down, then falling to the floor. “Fuckk, that was so good.” I step away to my mirror, reviewing my face. With a bitten lip, I turn to you. “Now, I believe you have a tour to get back to, handsome.” I allow you enough time to gather your clothes and put them on. With a passionate kiss, I send you on your way.
Written by: OzymadiasReam & PrincessPeachRP
Edited by: PrincessPeachRP
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oqhild/from_conceited_princess_to_begging_slut_a_visitor
Super hot. Haven’t wanted peach so bad in my life