Princess Rescued

There's something about the trope of a princess being rescued that appeals to me in that classic high fantasy that's just an adult fairy tale way. There's also a folk tale that I grew up with, the moral of which is that wit triumphs over strength, which informed some of the story here. But in the age of monster fucks having their moment to shine, a humble man is just not that exciting as a rescuing hero, you know?

As for any warnings, there is some mild degradation here and mentions of pain.

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy the story in all its cheesy glory.

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Locked in a magic tower guarded by a dragon, Princess Ellyn was painfully aware of the cliche that she was. This wasn't even the bad part. The tower's magic meant that her imprisonment was comfortable by catering to her every need and whim. In any other circumstance this imprisonment wouldn't be so different from her courtly life.

Yet for all the comforts offered by the magic, there was one that she was denied, one which was the very reason for her fate. Having been caught by the royal advisors in an indecent act with one of her guards, Ellyn was sentenced to live out her days in this tower, where magic made any and all forms of self-pleasure impossible. The want and desire remained, burning hot in her veins, yet she could never act on those, her frustration only growing all the more. The magic somehow always knew a real itch from a feigned one. It sent burning sparks of electricity through her body every time she touched herself and when Ellyn found a way to enjoy that particular pain - switched to forcing her hands away from her body until she yielded.

A cruel fate designed to slowly drive her to madness with feverish desires. The magic binding her to chastity would only lift when someone opened the door to the tower and she vowed to tear her dress off and throw herself at her rescuer if she lived to see that day.

It was made all the worse for the fact that Ellyn had seen multiple brave warriors and knights attempt to free her and fail. Neither strength nor magic were enough to slay the beast. Remnants of their equipment occasionally caught the light of the sun before ash and dust dulled its shine. The line of would-be rescuers at least kept the dragon fed and occupied. Not that it ever showed any interest in the princess it was guarding, though on quiet days it made for as good a listener as the walls.

So Ellyn waited. And ached. And waited. And drove herself to her wit's end with unspent desire growing over the years. Spectating on the attempts at her rescue stopped resulting in disappointment, boring her instead as nothing had ever changed. Until then, the only thing the magic hadn't taken from her was fantasising. She recognised the masochism of torturing herself with these fantasies of things she couldn't act upon even in the slightest, but continued nonetheless.

Soon the world outside of the tower fell quiet. The knights stopped coming, the dragon's kill tally a sufficient deterrent. Or maybe the dragon had actually killed off every warrior who ever thought of rescuing the princess. Without anyone disturbing it, the beast slumbered for most of the time, steaming breath rising rhythmically up to the tower window. Whenever it ventured anywhere outside to hunt for food, it was when Ellyn paid it no mind.

The tower's comfort cushioned her within a world that catered to her whims. Once she realised that it would offer her every meal that she thought of, however elaborate, she began to test the limits of that magic. Was there anything it wouldn't provide? It seemed not as gowns appeared in her armoire, each more luxurious than the one before it, new books replaced the ones she'd read, already knowing what story she was in the mood for next, and even the walls changed hue whenever she wished to refresh the tower's look.

Then Ellyn began testing how specific she could be with this magic. Boring paintings of still nature and tapestries depicting mythical creatures were gradually replaced with scenes of naked beauties and godly orgies. They had to be acts performed by deities and believed to be religious in nature if the magic was to comply. Bedding turned from inviting greens to intimidating scarlets, the satin weave shining like moonlight on a lake of blood. She even managed to convince the magic to add a few crosses, straps, and chains on the walls. It seemed that torture restraints were enough of a grey area to be allowed - or maybe the magic simply approved of anything that kept her hands away from herself. Over the course of years Princess Ellyn had turned her tower prison into a den of depravity that she was cursed not be able to use at all. But she refused to undo all that work. One day she would be rescued - and then all of her filthy dreams would come true.

Yet time slipped by between her fingers with no change on the horizon. Having entered the tower at barely eighteen, head filled with romantic notions of strong knights capable of freeing her, she long ceased to imagine what kind of a warrior would open the door to this room. So many of these imagined heroes resembled the failed ones littering the ground outside the tower that there was no point in trying to predict who might succeed. Especially as it wouldn't matter who they were so long as they would take her right on sight. Handsome or ugly, tall or short, well endowed or barely an acorn, Ellyn would take anything that she was given.

The view outside the tower betrayed little of the passing seasons. Only changes in light spoke of days turning into nights, though she long lost counts of what date it was. Whenever the tower was, it was either free of seasons or enchanted to hide them, meaning that even her age became a mystery to her. There were enough mirrors in the room, including one above her bed, for Ellyn to know that her blonde tresses have not greyed yet and that no wrinkle marred her face. More importantly, her breasts have not sagged with age yet, undoubtedly helped by her imprisonment which avoided any pregnancy stretching of her skin. Ellyn found comfort in knowing that her future rescuer would find her beautiful and flexible. As surprising as it was that her imprisonment hasn't yet been curtailed for some political alliance that her father, the king, may have had need for, it left her with more freedom than had she stayed at court. Even if it was freedom that she could not enjoy. Maybe her father's grudge ran deeper than she gave him credit for.

Or maybe he forgot all about her. Just like the rest of the world seemed to have. So long has passed since the last attempt at her rescue that Ellyn truly felt like she was no longer a part of the real world.

She began to pass her time with writing poetry about her pent up yearning. The feelings never left her mind, so each poem was carefully folded into paper cranes and sent out into the world. The wind carried these far and away, while Ellyn hoped that with them some of her unspent desire would fly away too and make the wait less agonising. On particularly difficult days she could spend hours at the desk, pouring her frustration out through the ink, page after page of things she wished she could do or that someone would do to her, until her hand cramped over the quill. Many of these pieces of paper blanketed the ground underneath her tower, hiding some of the rusting armour and the bones that the dragon spat out, though gusts picked up several further out of view.

The world outside the tower had been silent for so long that when the dragon stirred, Ellyn was at the window despite herself. Yet no-one stood outside except the beast, clearly waking up from a long nap with an appetite. As high as the tower was, she could only see as far as the edge of the valley, some hills rolling their way up and hiding the horizon from view. This time it was peppered with little clouds of sheep, one of which, poor thing, had wandered down too close. The dragon had barely spent it a glance, devouring the thing in one bite.

Ellyn chastised herself for the disappointment that settled in her stomach. What else was she expecting? If anyone in the realm had still remembered her, by now she must have become a cautionary tale, not an aspiration for the brave and noble warriors. There may not have even been many knights left willing to face a dragon for a mere princess as their reward.

Still, something was odd. A few minutes after Ellyn sat back down on the bed to read, the beast had stirred again, its steps shaking the tower's floor under her feet. She didn't get up again until an agitated roar burst through the window, though even then all she saw was the dragon flying away somewhere. As unusual as it was for it to leave its post so ostensibly, one sheep couldn't have been enough to fill its giant belly. It's not like it couldn't afford a quick hunting jaunt elsewhere.

But the dragon wasn't returning.

Heartbeats passed in silence: no sound of beating wings, no tremors of heavy steps, no more roaring. It brought Ellyn back to the window, but she could see nothing regardless of how far she leaned out. And a dragon should not be that difficult to spot.

There was no time to dare hope as a strange noise jerked her attention backwards. A sound she hadn't heard in what seemed like an eternity.

A clock of lock.

Ellyn held her breath, staring at the door slowly swinging open. Would it be a noble knight in shining armour? A broad barbarian, rough and muscly? Maybe a silent assassin who blended into the shadows?

A gasp escaped her lips when the door revealed a tall figure dressed in a simple hooded robe. Was that a disguise? No, the rough linen was stained around the hem and looked worn at the shoulder seams. Even on someone large enough to fill the doorway there was enough fabric to hide the details of their figure. She only noticed the green-brown tint of their skin when they lifted their hands to pull the hood off.

"Princess," the orc smirked, his tusks cutting his upper lip.

Ellyn stared without shame. No orc had ever been received at her father's court. From what she heard, they were warrior people, prepared for battle, so it surprised her all the more that this one bore no weapon that she could see. His modest robe was more fitting of a cleric, even as it also whet her appetite with the added layer of mystery. For warrior or not, this man towered over her, would have over any man she'd ever met - and her starved mind made her salivate at the thought of the size of his cock.

Imagining his manhood made it so much harder to focus back on his face. His eyes looked at her with curiosity that shaded their true colour and that she longed to replace with frantic desire to match her own. By human standards, his features were average, a wide jaw, thin lips, and pronounced apples of his cheeks further adding to the image of someone softer than a barbaric warrior. His hair looked coarse, sticking out in places where the hood dragged it back, though the locks reaching his shoulders were neatly otherwise pulled back.

All at once, gawking at her rescuer, Ellyn wondered what she looked like to him. Did her soft body, covered with only a light dress hugging her breasts and belly, appeal to him? Was he imagining pulling her by her braid the colour of wheat and biting at her raspberry lips with his tusks? Did the pink tint of her skin heat his blood with the desire to cover it with his seed? Or was all of her human form repulsive to him because it was not what he was taught to revere? a s vain a princess as she was, she had never cause to doubt her looks.

But desire rose within her too quickly, finally uninhibited by any magic, to give any of these concerns an outlet.

"Take me," the words came out breathless and commanding.

The smile on her rescuer's lips widened, exposing more of the tusks.

"So it is you..."

His voice was velvety as he took her in. The glint in his eyes made her shiver, though the words gave her pause.

"Who did you expect?"

"I wasn't quite sure whether this could be true," he said, shoving a hand in his pocket to fish something out. When he finally showed it to her, Ellyn immediately recognised her own handwriting, the piece of paper bearing marks of where it was folded, and her mouth fell open. "A horny princess locked in a tower and cursed not to be able to relieve herself? It had to be too good to be true."

The paper tossed aside, swaying down to the floor, he slammed the door shut and slowly stepped towards her. The closer he got, the more she had to lift her head to keep eye contact.

"And yet, here you are." He inhaled deeply, then smirked. "I can feel just how much you want release."

His voice lowered to a whisper and he touched her cheek with the back of his hand. The greenish skin was much smoother to the touch than she expected. Touch starved as she was, this was nearly enough for her knees to give up.

Fighting for a sliver of control, only enough to open her treacherous lids which fell shut at his touch, Ellyn whispered:

"Take me. Now."

"Oh, I intend to," his answer was a growl.

With no further warning, he tore the dress off her, leaving her entirely naked before him. The sound of ripped seams came to her with a delay and she squealed with delight when cool air grazed her skin. Without hesitation Ellyn moved to her knees, hands already lifting the hem of the robe.

"You're that eager, huh?" The orc helped her, taking the robe off over his head. "Gods above, I didn't realise that smut you wrote was all going to come true!"

Even though she didn't need any further incentive, as her tongue was already licking her lips at the sight of his cock, the tug at the base of her braid still brought out a guttural moan out of her. With widening eyes she watched his shaft grow longer and thicker, and bigger still. It appeared huge to her when at half mast. At full attention, pointing at her in challenge, it was enormous. There was no way that she could ever wrap her mouth around it, yet still she couldn't wait to feel him inside her any which way she could.

Ellyn's hands reached for it eagerly. It took both of them to wrap around his cock and stroke up and down. Her feeble attempts at taking him in her mouth made him chuckle, but he did not stop her, only lowered the grip on her braid to use as a leash.

Changing tactics, Ellyn brought as much saliva as she could into her mouth before using her tongue to spread the wetness over the bulging head and down the shaft. She worked in swirls and circles, over and under the searingly hot green skin, all while her hands stroked the length.

"Spit on it," he ordered and she did not hesitate. His precum glistened, a growing pearly white drop at the tip. She mixed it with her spit using her tongue and hands until the entire cock was slippery.

As his fingers moved from her braid to the roots of her hair, a warm tingling spread across her jaws.

"Let's help you out a little, princess," the orc spat her title out in tandem with pushing his cock into her mouth.

Before she could so much as squeal in protest, she froze in shock. It fit. Her lips wrapped around the thick shaft, tongue sliding underneath to take him deeper. It didn't take long before the meaty head of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag briefly, nonetheless it was in her mouth.

Magic. He was a sorcerer of some sort. That's how he defeated the dragon.

Along with the warmth of the magic Ellyn was filled with the warmth of gratitude towards her rescuer. And she wanted to ensure that he felt just how grateful she was.

Working as much of his thick cock into her mouth as she could, she found a rhythm that let her bob her head along its length. Eyes closed, Ellyn surrounded his cock with every bit of spit rising in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it to spread it evenly. She knew when she was doing a good job because the fingers in her hair would tighten and release their grip to the accompaniment of throaty growls.

"Never in my wildest dreams," he told her; she dared a peek at him and saw that his own eyes were closed, "would I imagine that the filthy poetry that the wind blew over to me would turn out to be true. That I, a despised sorcerer in a village full of idiot warriors, would get to defeat a dragon and then fuck a princess who threw herself at me. Look at you." She met his gaze as his hand slid back to using her braid as a leash and pulling her away from sucking. "So desperate for me that you're whining because I've deprived you of my cock and yet still so obedient that you've not so much as touched yourself. You're such a good girl, princess. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," she replied without hesitation.

A thought danced at the back of her mind, marvelling at the conditioning of the tower's magic. She hadn't touched herself, didn't even test if the curse was truly lifted. Whether from the magic or her rescuer, Ellyn awaited for some form of permission to soothe the ache of desire herself and since she didn't explicitly receive it - she kept her hands on her rescuer's cock instead. No matter how satisfying it was to feel its weight in her hands and on her tongue, it only increased her own yearning the more she licked and stroked at the hard length.

A pull at her hair let her know that the orc could've lifted her like that if he chose to and that he was merely toying with her by ordering her around. Even standing at her full height, Ellyn's eyes were barely at his chest level. The gravity of his massive body pulled at her skin, urging her to rub herself all over him like an overexcited puppy. To him she must've seemed like that anyway, princess or not.

Still, he did her the courtesy of lowering his head down to her level. Ellyn was grateful for the tight grip on her braid; each new display of power made her knees weaker.

"You think that you can handle my cock?" He taunted with a smirk. Finally she was able to see that his eyes were the brown of an oak tree's bark, deep and rippled with lighter flecks. She nodded, once again without hesitation, earning a short laugh. "You're so eager to be splintered on my shaft, you can't even think of anything else. Such a puny little bitch, aren't you?"

"No magic," she demanded, pinning him with her fiercest gaze.

"What?"

"I said, no magic. I want you to fuck me with that tree trunk of a cock and I want to feel every bit of it. Not like what you did to my mouth."

He stared at her, no longer than a heartbeat, then the corners of his eyes lifted in an appreciative smile. One finger tilted her chin, as if it wasn't pointing nearly at the ceiling already, and his face neared hers, stopping mere millimetres away.

"I like you." The admission surprised her - but also rained shivers down her back at the complementary edge to his voice. "I will fuck you, princess, don't you worry about that. But under one condition."

"Anything!" The word was out of her mouth before he even finished talking.

"You will scream my name when you do so. And you will say it right when you do. Repeat: Mugdul."

"Mugdul." The name tasted raw on her tongue, like a word of power. Ellyn liked it. "Mugdul," she repeated unprompted because it felt good to say it.

"I'm impressed," Mugdul admitted. "You humans usually butcher the vowels. You must really want my cock if you're making this much effort."

"Less talking and more fucking, Mugdul."

"Oh no..." His fingers slid away from her chin, grazing her jawline on their way to cup the back of her head. The heat of his palm warmed up her entire skull, proving how tiny she was compared to him. "You do not get to make demands here, princess. Haven't they taught you any gratitude? Actually, never mind. I will teach you some gratitude."

Mugdul only needed one arm to lift her and sling her over his shoulder with an excited yelp. Her naked breasts rubbed against his skin with each bouncy step towards the bed.

Never before had she been this grateful for a soft mattress; her body bounced when she was unceremoniously thrown onto it. Ellyn spread her legs, but Mugdul only laughed.

"So eager," his voice reverberated in the air between them. "Let's see if you're really ready for me."

She knew that she was drenched. Several years of complete magical abstinence ensured that. Yet she didn't get a chance to say any of that before the orc pushed a finger inside her. Her head hit the pillow as she fell back with a moan. Mugdul's one finger was as thick as her three - and even before her imprisonment she hardly ever managed more than two of her own. The feeling was rough. It was intoxicating. Without even any movement, she knew that she was gone.

"Hmm," he said over her. His voice sounded more appreciative than anything else. "So wet. But not wet enough."

"What?" Ellyn sprung up, propping herself up on her elbows, but Mugdul ignored her outburst and simply pushed his finger deeper, cutting off all further protest.

He didn't bother with gentleness. The steady, yet forceful finger fucking earned him more of the princess' gratitude than the rescue did. She didn't want a gentle lover. The blood in her veins pumped with unsuppressed desire to fuck, over and over, hard and fast, to get her fill - literally. Her luck couldn't have been better. For all that she fantasised about noble knights who paraded before the dragon, it was this orc wizard who turned out to be what she actually needed. Him and his rough fingering. And his huge cock.

Ellyn writhed under his command until he spread his other hand over her sternum. It was so large that it covered most of her midsection. There was little gentleness in how he pressed her still, only a command to obey. To her credit, she really did try to obey. It was her treacherous body that could not hold still.

The first orgasm crashed over her in a wave of lava after what seemed like only a handful of thrusts. Her squeals of delight bounced off the stone walls.

"Good, you are getting wetter," Mugdul growled above her. "But still not enough."

This time she didn't even bother to protest. Mugdul made it clear that her power as a princess was non-existent and since she was getting fucked one way or another, why should she care? She sighed, sinking deeper into the bed, then arched when the orc somehow managed to push a second finger inside her.

It wasn't comfortable, not at first. Even as wet as she was after the first orgasm, Ellyn was only a wisp compared to a powerful orc in his prime. Yet she found something thrilling in this discomfort. A promise of how good she would feel being stuffed this much, being pushed to her limit. The fingering served merely as preparation for his cock and only because she demanded that there be no magic involved. That was the most exciting part and enough to make Ellyn's moans louder.

The second orgasm followed soon after, delayed only by however long it took her body to coat Mugdul's second finger in her slickness and turn the discomfort into pleasure. The third wasn't far behind that and by the time the fourth made her sob with ecstasy, there was no more strength in her to count them. It bordered on a miracle that she hadn't squirted in Mugdul's face when he pushed a third finger in. He used them like a spreader and although he had trouble moving inside he, it didn't stop him from curling the tips and pushing up and down.

Her pussy made a sloppy sound when he yanked his fingers out after making her cum once more. Having lost the ability to produce any plea noises, Ellyn waited for her body to stop writhing under Mugdul's palm pinning her down before daring to open her eyes. Their gazes met immediately: hers blurry and dazed from more pleasure than she'd had in years, maybe even ever, and his dark with desire that was about to be unleashed on her.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely over the soreness in her throat. "Please, Mugdul... Will you fuck me now?"

A snarl accompanied the arrogant huff that came out of him.

"You're barely ready to take me." His voice was gruff, more than a hint of roughness yet to come sounding through it. "But you have kept me waiting long enough, princess."

The last word came out mockingly. And it was true - in that moment Ellyn was a princess only through the formality of her birth. Splayed on the bed before an orc, pussy throbbing and wet, begging him to fuck her, she was no better than a common slut. She smiled at the freedom brought on by that realisation. If feeling this good meant giving up her royal lineage, then she would revel in being a commoner.

The air was pierced twice with the sounds of spitting. The first landed on Mugdul's palm, which he rubbed all over his cock, and the second on Ellyn's pussy. She didn't understand how this could help make the pond between her legs any wetter, but didn't question it. The extra display of power that the wizard had over her sent excited shivers down her spine.

Even though her legs were as wide as they could be, Mugdul's hands still grabbed onto her calves and spread further. They resembled two sticks in his powerful palms, somehow even more pink against the greenish tint of his skin now that she was all flush from orgasming.

But it was the rigid cock, spearing through her slowly yet without mercy, that held the princess' attention. It felt hot to the touch when the tip pressed against her. The folds of her pussy spread under its pressure, but quickly struggled to stretch over it all. Mugdul grunted when not even the whole tip of his cock could bury itself within her, even as Ellyn was ready to climax again from the sheer width invading her. She focused on relaxing her body, breathing as deeply as she could and forcing the muscles in her legs to move yet another inch or so apart.

When the orc pushed, one more bit of him disappearing inside her, they both moaned.

"Gods fucking almighty, you are tight, princess!"

She was. Around him, she was stretched to her limit, the meaning of 'airtight' ringing clear in her mind as she experienced the sensation. Ellyn fought to lift her head and waited until she captured Mugdul's gaze before saying:

"Give me more."

Her commanding tone, even when she was in no position to make demands, amused the orc. His tusk scratched against his upper lip and the grip of his fingers around her legs tightened. With a quick deep inhale that puffed out his chest, Mugdul thrust his hips hard and buried about a quarter of his shaft in her pussy.

Ellyn screamed. The stretching was painful. But that was what she wanted, what she demanded. No magical aids, only the raw power of his body. It must've been too tight even for him because Mugdul stood still, breathing as heavily as she was while they were getting used to the feel of each other.

Whoever knew that it was possible to be this full? She felt, truly felt, his rigid presence every time her body twitched, hell, every time she inhaled! Each breath eased the discomfort until all that was left was the feeling of marvel at this accomplishment. Her pussy was too wet to deny her all pleasure from the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on and quickly worked to coat it with more fluids. Princess Ellyn got what she craved, received it tenfold since she only ever asked the gods for a human cock - and now she purred with satisfaction.

"Hells damn it!" Mugdul growled. His voice vibrated through their connecting flesh, which was how Ellyn realised that her purring was reverberating through him as well.

She looked up at him, the warmth of sweat coating the roots of her hair from the stillness, and licked her lips with a wicked grin.

"Give me more, Mugdul," she said in a low voice.

This time he did not hesitate. He moved, sliding out of her, letting more of her wetness coat him, before thrusting back in and reaching a little bit further. Ellyn's moan was guttural, discomfort pushed aside by unbridled pleasure. She knew that there wasn't much further that he could reach within her, yet still every inch of her skin yearned to take all of him in. After endless time of being deprived of her most base desire, nothing else except being truly speared would do.

Mugdul found his rhythm, her pussy taking him more easily with every move. Given his size - or rather, her size - there was no room for the rough, aggressive fucking that filled the princess' solitary dreams, but being filled so completely made up for that.

In no more than a handful of thrusts the wizard wrenched an orgasm out of her body, more powerful and hot than even his fingering had accomplished. Ellyn's scream bounced off the stone walls of the tower.

"Oh my gods, YES! Mugdul, yes!" Blindingly gold euphoria washed over her skin like magic dust.

And the best part was that Mugdul wasn't done. Even though he must've felt her squeeze his shaft hard in orgasm, he kept fucking her, unmoved by her ecstasy or screams. The only sign that he noticed at all was the temporarily tighter grip on her calves before he continued to plough into her.

Sweat glistened on Ellyn's skin in the sunlight streaming in through the tower window. The wizard did not stop for even a moment, which meant that her body was riding a continuous wave of orgasmic pleasure. The ups and downs did not change the fact that she was ecstatic throughout it all, moaning, crying, screaming her rescuer's name. The more she came, the wetter she got, which meant that he could plunge into her faster, deeper, harder.

Rising pleasure blinded her even as her eyes were tightly shut, yet stopping was the last thing on the princess' mind. This was the moment she could get her fill after forced abstinence and she was going to milk it to the last drop. Something which would happen soon if the orc's grunts growing louder were any indication.

"Mugdul..." she managed to whimper through scrambled thoughts and throat constricted with pleasure.

"That's right, say my name as I breed you." Mugdul neither stopped nor hesitated, his rhythm as strong as his own large body. "Say it, princess."

"Mugdul, make me yours!" Her moan rose in pitch at the last word, a result of his cock pushing hard on a point deep inside her that she never thought anything was capable of reaching. Under the force of his demand, she fought to keep her own eyes open and look at him.

"Say it again!"

"Mugdul!"

"Yes! You will take my seed. Every drop. And you will thank me for it," he grunted, jaws tight. Ellyn did not dare to look away, his soil coloured eyes boring into her very soul with demands of total submission.

"Yes! Please, Mugdul, give it to me, come inside me!"

"You humans," he scoffed. "So easy to subdue, so eager to please once you stop pretending that you're so prim and proper. Look at you," each word was punctuated with a thrust that made her moan louder. "You're nothing more than a squealing wet mess, begging to be my slave. Tell me you want my seed, princess."

"I want your seed, Mugdul!"

"Say that you want me to breed you."

"Please, Mugdul, I want you to breed me!"

"How badly?"

"Very! Oh, please, Mugdul, I want it so bad." Ellyn's tongue ran with the ideas before anything, including him, could stop her. It didn't look like he wanted to, so she carried on. "I want you to fill this little royal pussy with your hot, strong seed. I want you to cover me with it and let me taste you. I am yours now, I could never go back to anything else now that you've shown me how magnificent a cock can be and how wonderful it can feel. Please, please, Mugdul, I want you so badly that I can't even think for myself anymore, I am nothing but a hole for your seed. Come inside me, please!"

The grin that widened the side of his face, for the first time since he'd entered the tower, was unabashedly pleased. And knowing that she had pleased him made her all the more aglow with pleasure.

"You know how to spin your words, I'll tell you that. You shall have my seed inside you... this time," he added, the tone almost ominous, though too subtly so for Ellyn to notice.

Especially not when her entire being was distracted with being fucked harder and faster than so far.

She screamed with joy, pleasure bursting through her from deep within her belly. It was so overwhelming that she felt like she might burst and so blissfully perfect that she didn't care if she did and let it go. Pressure that had built up within her somehow exploded and stayed at that high boiling point that kept her at the top of the wave. So long as Mugdul's cock, big and thick and pounding into her like a battering ram, kept doing that, she was reduced to nothing more than the ecstasy melting her from the inside.

However, as mighty as he seemed to a human princess, Mugdul could not last forever. In a burst of ferociousness so strong that it seemed to actually blind her with sexual bliss, he roared his own cry of pleasure. Battering her pussy with his cock and holding onto her legs as if for dear life, the orc's roar rivaled that of the dragon he defeated as he filled Ellyn with seed, hot like molten iron.

There was hardly any room inside her with how airtight she was stuffed, let alone for seed so abundant that it could not have been contained by her small body anyway. When he withdrew from her the moment his orgasm stopped, the pressure from being filled beyond capacity burst out in a warm, sticky waterfall that pooled on the sheets underneath her. Even though her body was still shuddering from her own pleasure, her mind regained enough control over her to reach between her legs and scooped some with two fingers to taste. She had missed that musky, salty flavour just as much as she missed touching herself; Mugdul's tasted even stronger than she remembered human seed to taste, earthy and with an iron aftertaste.

"Are you thirsty, princess?" Her title still sounded ironic on his lips, though she loved it nonetheless, a reminder of who she was underneath the pretences.

"You taste so good, Mudgul," Ellyn moaned. The orgasm wracking her body was finally subsiding and a smile of unadulterated bliss adorned her face when she opened her eyes to look at him. Sweat coated his skin and he towered over her, more a warrior than any of the men lost to the dragon's appetite. Scooping up a whole handful, Ellyn rubbed it into her skin, enjoying the silky feeling. "You have been so generous to me..."

A curt nod was his only response to that.

Without another look at her, the orc picked up the dress he'd torn off her body and used it to give himself a quick wipe down. Ellyn flinched when he then tossed the rag at her. She watched perplexed as he put his own robe back on. Was he leaving her?

Yet her worries were completely unfounded. The moment he resembled the powerful wizard who first stood at the door, Mugdul picked Ellyn up, slinging her over his shoulder. Her yelp came slightly delayed.

"Where are we going?" She squeaked. Her belly bounced lightly on Mugdul's shoulder as the all too familiar tower window began to retreat. A warm trickle made its way down her inner thigh at a sluggish pace, tickling her overexcited nerves.

"I'm taking you back to my village." The response was matter-of-fact.

"Shouldn't I put something on for the journey? And for when we arrive?"

At that the orc chuckled with genuine amusement.

"What for? I'll keep you warm enough on the road back and once we arrive, you won't need clothes."

The question of whether his village was somewhere that warm died on her lips when the hand holding her by the legs moved a finger to tickle her very sore pussy. It met no resistance there and a fingertip slipped in; Ellyn moaned.

She never really thought past the initial satiation of desire when she imagined her rescue. Then again, not even in her wildest wet dreams had she imagined being rescued by anyone other than a human who probably dreamed of marrying a princess. She spent all her life in comfort, first as a princess and then taken care of by the tower's magic, so it never occurred to her that anything else could await her beyond that. She could not labour. She had no useful skills to rely on.

But she could suck cock. And spread her legs wide. And take an orc's cock without any magical help.

"The thought excites you." A statement, not a question. With the tip of his finger still in her pussy, there was no need to confirm. "Good. I want the whole village to see how much you love being my breeding slut. I want them to witness that it was I, Mugdul the wizard, who defeated the dragon and brought a human princess to her knees with want for my cock and mine only. If you so much as glance at anyone else, I will return you to this tower and build the magic back up."

That was no empty threat. Especially as Ellyn's skin tasted the sun and fresh air for the first time in years, feeling Mugdul's seed dry on it where she rubbed it into herself, she was not about to dismiss it.

"I will not have eyes for anyone but you. I swear on my honour," she added solemnly.

"Your honour? Hah! You have no honour." He laughed.

"Then I swear on your cum filling my pussy."

That got his attention. She meant it too. Ellyn doubted that life as Mugdul's sex slave would fail to satisfy her urges, but if fidelity was the price of her freedom and the cock of an orc, then she would do anything to keep it.

"Good girl." The warmth of his hand as he patted her arse brought a satisfied smile to her face.

The world spun around once more as the orc moved Ellyn off his shoulder and put her in the saddle of his steed, as massive and muscular as Mugdul himself. Ellyn wondered whether sitting astride for presumably days would chafe her already sore pussy too much, but as if the thoughts shown on her face, Mugdul pinched her nipple once he sat behind her.

"Don't worry, little one, I will keep you warm and free from the wrong kind of pain." A sensation like pins and needles moved in a wave beneath her spread legs and the saddle began to feel like the softest cushion.

Ellyn looked around for the last time, taking in the view of the lone tower and the green hills rolling around the valley. She was leaving this life behind never to return. Whilst she wasn't entirely sure what awaited her in Mugdul's village, one thing was certain: no-one would even dare enforce any kind of celibacy on her there.