Once a Princess....

by LesLuv

CHAPTER ONE: A ROYAL BREAKFAST

"Mother, how did you have me?" The question was, as usual with the young princess, demanding and haughty.

The Queen's smile was grim. "How do you think? It wasn't by parthenogenesis, and the spirit of the Lord did not descend onto this unsuspecting virgin."

"Hmm." She didn't know what that big word meant, but she was not going to give her mother the satisfaction of knowing that. And she knew all about descending spirits. The Queen's gin bottle was replenished daily. "So you used AI?"

It was the Queen's turn to be perplexed. She'd heard of artificial intelligence, and she surely had not used that, ever. It was hard enough using her own. But AI? "Of course not." She did know how it had happened, but was not going to give her daughter the trauma of knowing those facts. Not yet, anyway. When she was fifteen would be soon enough. But at eleven, all kinds of nasty thoughts could sully her innocent mind if she spelled it out.

"So that leaves a man." The princess did not hide her disgust. "You let a male stick his cock inside you, pump in and out, ejaculate, and go on his way. You are so disgusting, mother."

The Queen was pretty tolerant of her daughter's superior ways, but this was going too far. "You listen to me, Ephemerone, you might think that's bad, but going about with your head up your cunt is going to lead you into all kinds of trouble. You know nothing. You have everything except understanding. And you wouldn't be here if I hadn't got myself fucked." This last was said in a crashing fortissimo. "And," she bellowed, "you will have to do the same if you want children. So stick that up your fanny and play with it!"

The Princess went white. She'd overheard her other mother, Sveda the Svelte, talking to the resident wizard about conception, and being the curious young woman she was, had crept closer to find out if there was something else she should know. Strange feelings had been brewing in her breast, little tickles in her tummy, and her beautiful, pure white cunt had begun to grow hair, and she knew, she just knew that things were going to change. The wizard said that spells could help get the sperm to the egg, and that that was the goal, after all. But a man? For conception? She wanted to cry. This was not how things were meant to be.

Brunhilda, her mother, affectionately known as 'Boom-Boom', saw her distress and held out her arms to her child. "Come, come, Ephie," she crooned, "I'm sorry for losing it. You don't have to have children, not if it doesn't appeal. But it is what you have to do if you decide to conceive. And the young men will soon be around you like bees on a flower, looking for nectar. You'll begin your periods soon, your breasts are getting that lovely put-in-the-mouth-and-suck look, and your pheromones are already laying a scented trail. And your clitoris is so developed – well, mine took years longer to get to that size. You cannot change your development. Talking of which, I need a refill."

The Princess smiled. Her mother needed refills on an hourly basis, and she herself didn't mind how often she gave one. Neither did her long time partner, Sveda, who appeared from nowhere and worked her fist inside the juciest cunt in the land as she began almost chewing on a clitoris big enough to put a strawberry to shame.

She walked to the couch, dropping her long blue silk gown to the floor as she did so. She lay down, the small of her back at the end of the brocaded seat, raised her legs and parted them. She loved the feeling this position gave her; her cunt in the air, her anus ready for anything, her hands free to play with her breasts. Brunnie dropped to her knees and lowered her mouth to the waiting honeypot.

The odour coming from her daughter's cunt was as intoxicating as ever, and the small outgrowth of blond hairs creeping up her apex were a new, added attraction. "Ah," she breathed as her mouth descended.

"Ah!" breathed her daughter in return, as she felt the wondrous tongue plunge into her and begin to lap.

A small hand began to pull on one of her pink nipples. She looked up and saw the green eyes of six-year-old Emerald looking down at her. "Hi," she said, "you look lovely this morning. Ready to give me my breakfast?"

The small girl nodded. She was the youngest of Pheromone's ladies in waiting, having been selected during a visit to the local primary school just two months ago. It was considered an honour to be chosen by the Princess for this role, as it not only gave the recipient a home, food, shelter and warmth, but loving, instruction, and the opportunity to become part of the Queen's entourage. This could lead to training in how to fight dragons, and warring amazons from across the oceans, and have other really exciting adventures.

It was so thrilling to live with a beautiful Princess, get sucked off at least once a day, have the other girls show her how the toys worked, how the games were played, and not have to put up with boys. That was the best part of it. No more brothers trying to catch her on the toilet, in the bath, or asleep. Girls, she had always known, were much nicer. And this girl, royal as she was, was so much fun.

She undid the cord of her pale pink dressing gown – no one was allowed to walk around naked inside or outside the palace, it was just not decent, a ruling by the Queen herself – and let it slip to the floor. That was another thing she liked, the feel of soft, smooth silk on her body, the way it slithered around, how light it was, so unlike the heavy, rough fabrics she had worn before. This was luxury. And what the Princess did was so, so good. She knew the others at school were jealous, but so what? She'd been properly schooled in the art of cunnilingus, the mixing of perfumes, the application of oils and makeup, the sensual areas, arousal techniques, and all the other things that a good school taught. Yes, it had been difficult, starting aged four, but she had relished the teaching, had obtained her certificate in orgasms six months after starting, had done her homework, had practiced on her little sisters, knew all her courtesies. Anyway, she would probably never see them again.

In one fluid motion Emerald was sitting right over the Princess' mouth, her legs wide, her hands supporting her. She felt the tongue lick, then worm its way inside her; she felt the fingers play with her tiny clitoris, felt the lovely tingling begin at the bottom of her tummy and spread right up her chest into her face, felt herself get warm then hot, and as a finger entered her bum hole she got the same wonderful jolt of electricity in her brain. "Ahhhh," She cried, "Ahh..."

She was facing Brunhilda Boom-Boom, Queen of the kingdom of Orga, watching her head as it bobbed in and out of her daughter's thighs, wishing it were herself getting the tonguing, for it was rumoured that the queen's tongue was the longest and strongest in the land. It could flick a clitoris 120 times a minute, it was said, and it was this ability that had got her the nickname –  in the first sixty seconds of that tonguing your head went boom, and another 30 and there was another loud bang in the brain, and any more made the senses do a calypso – for the rest of the day.

The Princess loved this new girl; she was not only beautiful, she had allowed herself to be gang-tongued by the other maidens, was prepared to demonstrate the latest techniques taught at school, including bouncing up and down while holding onto a heavy spring, set in the roof, while the others tried to keep their digits in the vagina; using a large partly filled gas balloon to lie on so participants were alternately engulfed, projected upwards, buried once more while trying to keep their tongues and fingers in the right places, which was an absolute hoot - as well as the latest in technology, such as the electric double-ended dildo that did it all by itself, the solar powered hairbrush for use outside, and the electronic vibrating penis that could sense internal pressure and at the crucial time squirt into the waiting vagina a preset amount of thick, creamy protein that absorbed cunt juice, so that the lucky partner could have her cream and eat it too. This was so exciting that she'd got Sveda to order another ten. Wonderful for all her maidens, and a couple for gifts to visiting dignitaries.

Above all, Ephemerone loved the taste of her new girl. The Gods alone knew what food she had been raised on, but never in all her supping had she tasted anything as exquisite. It was a fruit salad of young hormones, a cornucopia of blessed delights, and she had quickly got to the point of ordering her for breakfast every day. Emerald also seemed to like being breakfast and the Princess knew she would have to be careful if she were not to alienate the other maidens. Coping with the six of them took a bit of technique, a lot of pique, and a smattering of bribery, but they were all good girls, looked after her interests above their own – as all the Princess's maidens were sworn to do – and had loved the new arrival from day one. Eight to fifteen years old, they knew the ropes and were not afraid to climb them. Or occasionally use them.

Brunhilda let out a roar, the roar of a lioness well-pleased with her mate, and began spasming as her daughter began to shudder and shake as her secretions flowed into her mother's mouth. A final bellow of 'F...U...C...K' and she opened her eyes. Being Queen of a kingdom that had, on occasion, come under sudden attack from misguided men, youths, and the occasional dragon had alerted her to the need to be fully alert within seconds of an orgasm, (except when they were multiple, a common occurrence, and which sometimes left her in fairyland for a day), so she immediately saw her daughter's latest young companion sitting astride and about to join the Princess in the morning feast of 'you cum, I'll cum and we'll all go cum together', the children's roundelay common through out the land.

'This child', thought the Queen, 'is something special. Perfect skin, silken pale hair down to her waist, the gluteus maximus of an angel, a winsome smile and lustful green eyes. She might be in my bed before long. Hmmm...'

And she watched with a glint in her eye as the child let out a cry, shuddered, and dripped breakfast into the mouth of the waiting royal.

Ephie waited until the last tiny drop descended, then licked the cavern clean. She didn't need a big breakfast, not when you got one like this. It contained everything she needed, was fat free and full of complex proteins, and her carbohydrates could be eaten anytime afterwards.

"Thank you," she said from between the thighs, "my wonderful, precious Emerald.'

The jewel slid down so she could kiss the supping lips. "I love feeding you, Princess, you milk me so well. Can I taste, please?"

The Princess smiled and dribbled the last of her gleanings into the waiting, open mouth.

"Ah," said the recipient as she swallowed, "magic." She slid a bit further down the royal body and took one of the red engorged nipples in her mouth and sucked. A minute or two of that, and she looked up, grinning her best lascivious smile. "I'm in heaven."