Chapter 83: ❤️ Supplication (Part 2)

Rowena

Rowena’s eyes bulged. They were really going to do it. To have sex. Right here and now.

Annita was pressing up against Katlyn, her breasts resting atop the princess’ as she backed her lover towards the bed. She easily toppled the other woman with a push, Rosalyn rolling away to not get squashed.

Laughter filled the room as Annita tumbled into the pile. The three were having fun. Delighting in each other’s habits and bodies.

A twisting clench took hold in Rowena’s heart as she watched.

“This,” the voice spoke again. “This is what you could have had, child. That love. That joy and passion.”

Rowena sagged in her bonds. She couldn’t stop watching, but somehow she wished she could. Something about the view before her was so pure that she felt like she was intruding. Intruding in her own bedroom. The thought seemed insane to her, but it’s what her heart said.

Annita had crawled atop Katlyn, kissing her passionately. From her vantage point, Rowena couldn’t see much, considering their heads were pointed away from her. She could, however, tell that the Champion was having fun with the way her tail was wagging furiously in the air.

Rosalyn shot her a glance and leaned in to whisper to the other two. Laughing, they repositioned, so they were across the bed. Rosalyn sat to their side, hands trailing over Annita’s back as she kissed Katlyn. None of their hands were idle, in fact.

As Rowena watched, Katlyn’s hands roamed up and down Annita’s sides, feeling the smooth muscles that twisted as Annita devoured her lover. Annita’s, meanwhile, were far less chaste. She had started with her hands on either side of Katlyn’s head, gently massaging her long ears. She took her time exploring the feeling and running over the new piercings. Slowly, they trailed down, Annita shifting her weight until she was cupping Katlyn’s breasts. Gentle twists and pinches at the woman’s nipples had her writhing, but the woman didn’t stay there. She kept her hands moving, and wrapped one arm around behind Katlyn’s back, while the other trailed down over her abs.

Rowena’s eyes widened as she noticed claws had sprouted from Annita’s fingertips as she trailed lower. The woman wasn’t being gentle with them, either. Red scratches appeared on Katlyn’s skin, and the woman moaned! She was aroused by this? Rowena was far from innocent herself, but pain had never been something she had understood as an arousing feeling. Clearly, the princess disagreed as those clawed fingers slipped behind a well muscled thigh.

A gasp, and an upward flex of Katlyn’s hips told her those fingers had reached their destination. The Champion’s dazzling teeth were bared as she grinned at Katlyn’s clenched eyes.

Rowena felt an ache in her core. Her body once again felt hot. She felt her own sex burning with desire as she watched Annita expertly pleasuring Katlyn. A deep, needy want filled her. To be filled, to be touched. She wanted something. As the moans and curses from the princess’ throat increased in volume, so did her desire. She pulled against the cuffs at her wrists and legs. She wanted some sort of release. Any friction would do her wonders, but she was denied any at all.

Katlyn finally, with blessed grace, fell apart. Her body tightened and flexed before she fell back, panting. “Gods, yer fingers never fail. Gotta thank Orenous fer that skill next time,” the woman chuckled weakly.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Annita laughed back. “Think you’re ready?”

“Feck, babe. Think I’m ready fer ye any time, even without the foreplay.”

“Rosalyn?” Annita asked, looking at her other lover, sitting right beside them.

“Oh, I’ve got my own idea. I, um. Kat, could I just, um, sit on you?”

“On me?” Katlyn asked, eyebrow cocked.

“Your, um, your face. Just, like.”

“Oh, feck yeah,” Katlyn laughed. “C’mon, ride yer heart out.”

Emboldened by the princess’ words, Rosalyn sat up, and positioned her pitch black thighs on either side of Katlyn’s head. Slowly, she lowered herself until she was practically sitting. Strong arms grabbed her thighs, and Katlyn lifted her slightly.

“Oi, little lamb, I’m not fragile.”

“Oh, right.” Rosalyn jumped as she was lowered until her full weight was on Katlyn’s face. Immediately, her eyes were closed as a moan escaped her lips.

The princess eagerly set to her duty. Orenous be praised, she showed such attention to the third lover in their grouping. If Rowena could speak, she would be openly praising such actions.

Then the Champion moved. She grabbed Katlyn’s thighs and lowered her own hips. That monstrous cock peeked out above Katlyn’s thighs, before being pulled back. Annita glanced Rowena’s way, grinning, then shifted Katlyn’s closest leg to give a better view.

Rowena saw it all. She saw the engorged head of that cock nestle gently against soaked royal lips. She saw the slight resistance it was met with as it kissed Katlyn’s entrance. Maddeningly, the woman didn’t push in. She didn’t claim the woman! What? Why? She was clearly ready for her love, but she angled her cock so it slipped up past the woman’s entrance. Rowena’s mind reeled as her heart raced. She strained her head forward, muffled cries of frustration tearing from her throat. She needed to see it. That moment, when she took her lover with that intoxicating thing between her legs. Rowena needed to see what it did to a woman. What it might do to her!

“It won’t,” that voice teased again.

Rowena felt near to tears, and it was just beginning. Blessedly, she didn’t have to wait much longer.

On her second thrust, Annita pushed the tip of her cock into the princess. The Champion didn’t stop there. She didn’t even let Katlyn adjust to something that made Rowena’s experienced sex cringe. No, she pushed all the way in with conviction.

Katlyn’s muffled moans from between Rosalyn’s thighs indicated the pleasure she was feeling, and it had to be truly singular in its intensity. The fingers wrapped on those black thighs tensed, squeezing plush flesh between them.

“Gods, please,” Rowena moaned into her gag, straining. “I need it. I deserve this punishment. I know I do, but please. My lady!”

No response came.

Annita settled into a steady rhythm, her back straightening as she tore her gaze from between Rosalyn’s thighs, meeting her Ovine lover’s misty gaze.

“Fuck, she feels great,” the Champion moaned, punctuating the statement with thrusts harder than the rest. “How’s our little princess treating you, lambchop?”

“Soooo goood,” Rosalyn moaned, eyes rolling back for a moment as she came close to orgasm. She rallied, and re-focused. “Gods, Ann. Every time you push into her, she moans, which makes me all shaky and gooey and I feel like I’m coming apart.”

“Aww, so she’s being a good little slut?”

“Fuuuuck, yes, she is,” Rosalyn gasped, falling forward as she came, thighs clenching. “You should feel what she does when you call her that.”

“Trust me,” Annita panted, catching Rosalyn without interrupting her rhythm. “I do. Such a good princess. Keeping our lover happy while she’s getting fucked.”

Both women moaned as Katlyn did something. Rowena’s vision began to blur. Even their talk, crass as it was, was delivered with such a caring tone. No malice could be derived from any of this, even when degrading the princess of all people.

“Hmmm, fuck, I’m getting close,” Annita gasped, her hips beginning to lose their rhythm. Each thrust was more erratic, more forceful. “You gonna cum for me, slut? The princess cumming over my cock as I fill her?”

Muffled moans were the only response Rowena could hear. Her heart was beating faster and faster as she watched. It was almost time. Time for her to see the culmination of their union.

Annita tensed, hips slamming hard once, twice. She shoved her full length in and Katlyn’s legs locked behind her hips, holding her there. “Goood sluuut,” the Champion moaned hoarsely as she came, falling forward onto Rosalyn for support.

Rowena hung there, transfixed. The ache between her legs had reached a fever pitch as she watched. She wanted more than anything to be able to move. To be able to join was preposterous. She couldn’t compare to what she was seeing, but she could at least get a better angle. To see the pulsing cock funneling that divine seed into the princess, to see Annita’s features in full as she came hard into her lover.

Her own pussy was leaking openly now, trickling down her legs as she nearly came herself. She was certain she would, if only she could touch herself. Gods, it was infuriating.

“Punishment,” the voice teased again. “Remember your purpose, High Priestess. To guide, to assist. Remember that this is what you could have had.”

“Look at her,” Annita panted from the bed, jarring Rowena’s addled mind. “Such a mess.”

Annita had grabbed Rosalyn by the horn, turning her so that their cheeks pressed together as they stared at Rowena.

Shame. Shame bloomed in Rowena’s chest as she was regarded with those eyes. So full of lust and a hint of contempt. That contempt, from the Champion of her Lady especially, hurt all the more. She tried to look away, but her restraints forbade it. She felt the tears at the edges of her eyes and desperately fought them back.

“Well, not important. Come on, let Kat breathe,” Annita laughed, letting go of Rosalyn, who fell back off the princess.

Even being dismissed hurt as much as her current state being pointed out did. She wasn’t even worth their consideration. Just a thing on the wall to watch them. Rowena sagged again, held up by her restraints. It was so much. So much beauty that just didn’t want her. She was unworthy.

“Oi, get back ‘ere,” the princess’ voice cut through her melancholy. “Ye’ve not fucked Rosalyn yet, an’ we both know ye’ve got at least a few more in ye.”

Shocked, Rowena raised her head, eyes honing in on that perfect member. Like Katlyn said, it was still at full mast. And it was pulsing? The Champion was really still eager to go another round so quickly?

“Kaat,” Rosalyn complained. “You don’t have to be that blunt abou—whoop!” Rosalyn cried out as she was toppled, then rolled on the bed, until she was face down, feet towards Rowena. “I can move for myself,” came the pouty sounding mumble from the Druid.

“Aye, but ye love it when we toss ye about, right?” Katlyn purred as she shifted to the head of the bed, facing Rowena. “Or was all that talk about gettin’ bit an’ whatnot just braggin’?”

“Nooo,” Rosalyn moaned as Katlyn took one of her horns, gently stroking it. “Nooo, please. It’s fine. Totally fine. Can take all the tossing you have, want, or can do. Please!”

The woman had almost fallen completely apart just from that simple caress. How sensitive were those horns? Rowena felt an excitement that was cut off as she remembered she wouldn’t be able to find out.

“Gods, shut yer gob,” Katlyn laughed as she pulled the woman’s face between her legs. Words continued to spill out, but muffled by pussy and the thighs wrapped around her head. “Tha’s better. C’mon Ann, feck ‘er intae me. No bein’ gentle. I want the cunt tae see how much she’s missin’.”

Annita cocked a questioning eyebrow, then shrugged. She moved up behind Rosalyn, blocking Rowena’s view a bit, and then lowered her hips.

The loud moan that escaped even the confines of Katlyn’s thighs was shocking. Rowena was pretty certain that Rosalyn had cum just from insertion. The feeling of that divinely blessed cock sending her immediately over the edge. And Annita hadn’t stopped at all. She forced that massive cock in until she was fully inside. How did that all fit? She was massive, and Rosalyn was so small. The fullness, Gods, to feel that whole.

Rowena began to drool as she watched. Annita showed no mercy to her lover and fell atop her as she began to rut into the Druid. This, in turn, gave Katlyn a direct line of sight to the Mother Superior.

“Gods, she’s droolin,” Katlyn chuckled darkly, not a hint of mirth in those eyes. “Ann, ye’ve got ‘er literally shakin’ she’s so turned on.”

“Mmmmf,” Rowena tried to protest.

“What was that, cunt?” the princess called out, lifting a hand to an ear. “Couldn’t hear ye over me girlfriend feckin’ me other girlfriend intae me!”

Rowena moaned again, trying to plead for mercy. She was getting close again. That tantalising burning in her core that just refused to turn grew a raging flame. She thrashed, trying desperately to get any sensation but the cuffs on her hands and legs.

“That’s right,” Katlyn egged her on. “Ye’re not allowed tae touch anythin’ here. Feck, her tongue feels good. How’s her pussy feelin, Ann?”

“So… fucking… tight,” Annita groaned between thrusts. “Gods, babe, you’re always the tightest fucking thing. Kat, she squeezes whenever you pull her in. Oh, holy shit, yeah, like that.”

Katlyn laughed, joy in her eyes this time. “Feck, that’s it, little lamb. Squeeze yer snatch fer Ann. Make ‘er feel good. It’ll make ye feel good too, won’t it? Be a good girl. Our good girl.”

Rowena could only hear the Druid moaning louder as she was taken by her lovers. It was too much. She lost control and began to moan herself. Drool ran from her lips as freely as tears from her eyes. The ache burned. It yearned for touch, release, something else to drive her over that brink. Anything at all would be divine at this point. Her mind was slipping away from her. She felt the animal lust overwhelming her thoughts as she pulled, chafing her wrists as she did. Need. Need to be touched, fucked. Anyone, anything. She’d do it just to feel…

Annita came. Orenous above, the champion came again, and it was beautiful. Her ears pulling back, her tail going stiff and still. Her paws clenched at the bedsheets as she desperately tried to sink deeper into her tiny fuck hole of a lover. A fuck hole Rowena could have been. Could have been her. Should have been her. She could have felt that cock in her, felt it in her throat, in her pussy. She would even take it in her ass if the Champion so desired. All that was left was a feral need for her to be fucked, bred, and tossed aside. She didn’t even care if the Champion cared about her. To be used would be worship enough. Worship the Champion sent by her Goddess with her entire being. Yes. That was what she was made for.

Rowena lost herself. She didn’t know how long it had been, how many times the Champion had cum into her lovers. Eventually she hung there, cuffs biting painfully into her skin.

Annita had finished, pulling out of Katlyn’s throat, and giving the woman a solid slap with her still hard cock. Nothing slowed her down. It was divine.

The three before her nodded, then stood, wiped each other off, and dressed. It was over. Finally, it was over. Would she be rewarded? Some weak part of her mind thought she might.

“Punishment,” that voice, her Lady’s voice, reminded her.

Annita

That was definitely more interesting than she’d thought it’d be. Looking over, she felt kind of bad for Rowena. She’d brought it on herself, really. Pissing off your own Goddess has to be pretty high up there, but those wrists looked kinda painful. Kat hadn’t stopped taunting the poor woman for about half an hour before Ann had shoved her cock down her throat, and shut her up, much to the princess’ delight.

Despite that resentment Kat felt, Ann felt like the punishment had run its course. The woman clearly looked sorry. Even without being able to speak, those tears couldn’t be faked. A hell of a harsh lesson. Hopefully, she learned from it.

“Feck, that was fun,” Kat giggled, bouncing up and hugging her from behind. “Though, pretty sure we all need another bath. Especially her.” She pointed toward Rowena.

“Yeah, we should get home. It’s getting a bit late and…” a yawn stretched her mouth wide, glistening sharp teeth showing for a moment. “And I’m tired as dirt. You ok, lambchop?”

“M’ok,” Rosalyn mumbled. “I can walk, at least. Miiight need you to carry me?” Her large hazel eyes looked up, shining with hope. How could Ann say no to that?

“All right, but once we’re out of the temple.”

Pausing, they checked their things, then made for the door. Ann stopped, turning to Rowena. The woman’s eyes were tired. Even though she had taken such good care of herself, her age showed in the exhaustion, wrinkles around the corners of her mouth and on her brow. She was still beautiful, maybe even more so with the signs of age. One of those people who only got more beautiful the older they were.

Ann approached, guided by instinct, and stopped just before the woman. Reaching up, she took her chin gently in a hand and lifted her head to look directly in her eyes.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

A weak nod.

“What’s done, is done. Orenous demanded this. I think you pissed her off more than me, really, but we saw the punishment through.” Reaching up with her other hand, she began to work at the fastener for the gag. “I’m not some vindictive asshole that’ll hold things over you once shit’s settled. Don’t. Do. Anything. Like. This. Again.”

She got the gag free, and Rowena’s chin fell heavily into Ann’s palm. The woman looked so relieved by just that simple contact. She didn’t speak, though. “We got off on a really bad foot, but let’s try to fix that, ok? We are both tied to Orenous. I’d like to be friends if we can move past this.”

Rowena looked up at her with a mix of emotions Ann couldn’t quite pick apart. Relief was definitely one of them, but there was a lot more. Ann got another simple nod, chin pressing weakly into her palm.

“Good, friends. Now, we’ve got to go get sleep. I know Orenous said she’d had you set up a time for people to come back and let you down. I already kinda disobeyed a little with touching you, but you’ve had more than enough. Get some rest, Rowena. I hope you feel better in the morning.”

With that, she turned and left with Kat and Rosalyn.

“Still bein’ a bit too nice,” Kat grumbled.

“Hey, come on. That was a pretty harsh punishment. Not asking you to forget, but please forgive her, Kat,” Ann said, a chiding look at her lover.

Kat sighed and shrugged, then nodded. “Fine. I’ll let it go. Just, ye know, the whole possessive thing.”

“Yeah, and thank you for listening,” Ann said, kissing her forehead as they walked.

Eventually, they exited the building, out into the air of the city. Rosalyn immediately demanded to be carried, all but climbing Ann to everyone’s amusement.

All set, they headed back to the palace. Home.