Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

Mei-Lin continued her neglected writhing, joyfully oblivious to the taking of her fellow princess. while the spraying upon her might have been a light dose, comparatively speaking, it did wonders for the exotic. Each breath let her suck in more and more of the creature's musk, letting it overrun her senses. Just the smell alone sent signals of pure arousal into Mei-Lin's addled mind. It forced her body to recall all those sessions of pure pleasure, her body bent and twisted into erotic fantasies for the creature who now claimed her very being. The added magi-chemical results of its aphrodisiac properties was almost secondary to that. It drove the girl to thrusting her fingers into her own sex, plunging deep, and squirming among a puddle of her own juices. Though neither Princess Emmalee nor High Arch Isilmorte were likely to notice. Emmalee knew that she was locked in something of a battle of wills with the representative of his people, a battle that she fully expected to lose by a wide margin. She shivered as she felt the tendrils pulling at her face, drawing her beautiful countenance up to look at the creature. Terror greeted Emmalee, and she felt her stomach twist. Her legs became watery, standing becoming incredibly difficult. Everything about this was something out of a night terror, from the questing tentacles to the prying hands. Emmalee's beautiful royal gown had been effortlessly parted, and now she stood in her outer undergarment, a silken thing complete with corset. that too would only last so long before the insistent monster, a fact that both princess and captor knew all too well. The words further battered at the princess, making her swallow hard. We... some of us... studied your people, tried Emmalee, her voice shaking uncontrollably now. She was nearly fighting against the urge to wet herself or faint, so terrifying was the visage that filled her scope. She could hear the sounds of Mei-Lin's abandonment, and knew that each moan predicted her own future. We kn-kn-knew that your people possess some s-s-sort of liquid from the tail... Her eyes drifted toward that anatomy as she spoke. A shiver shook the princess, and as the tail moved, those same eyes looked back to him. Panic filled her as Emmalee struggled to recall the details. Could he have filled himself with the poison again in such a short time? Surely he needed at least a few hours to restore his stock of the potent stuff. Yet that tail drifted closer, and Emmalee felt the terror gripping her tight. Adding to it was the hands pulling apart corset and slip, soon to leave her in only a pair of foreign made primary underthings the frilliest, most feminine of undergarments imaginable, considered to be completely private for a female and shown only to lovers. They barely covered her most essential parts, leaving wide expanses of her delicate flesh to the air. Yet the tentacles held Emmalee tight. She felt the strong muscles pulling at her mouth. For the first time, the princess let her feat take over. Her hands went upward, prying at the tentacles, desperate to avoid that fate. She knew better she was logical and intelligent. Yet all that flew from her as she watched the threatening tail drift closer to her parted lips. liquid dripped from it, and again, Emmalee felt that she might find liquid dripping from herself, and not in the manner that the creature likely intended. She moaned quite loudly, smeared words dribbling from her warped mouth. Tears began to flow from her brown eyes as barriers and strength crumbled. Then the tail pushed aside lips. Emmalee tried her best to lower her teeth, to prevent, but she felt the creature push aside her. The bulb sealed her, and darkness swam as Emmalee struggled for breath. She gagged upon the thing, saliva dripping around and sliding. Yet she soon felt the liquid squirting within. The princess struggled to keep from swallowing, her cheeks beginning to bulge and the gagging worsening. A deep red started to creep up her cheeks as the struggle for air became almost violent, but the princess would not willingly submit to this. It was not that she believed she had a chance, but simply that her body would not allow meek submission, not now, not in this moment.