472: Degenerate Urge (18++)
“GHYAH!?!?” Remi flailed and ended up falling to the rock-hard ground, startled by the prisoner’s voice.
Remi raised her head and looked at the sole prison cell she was left in charge of and confirmed her fears. The prisoner was no longer sleeping. Princess Mary was standing at the long vertical metal bars that separated her from freedom, with her hands on those bars and an amused smile.
The princess had nothing but a cloak and an old, ragged shirt that looked more like a potato bag than a piece of clothing. Flavna had ordered to strip the princess of her armor while they had the chance. Remi and many other Purple Capes that spectated the Games had witnessed the brutal feats that the princess was capable of with that armor.
“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Remi blurted out as she got up.
“Pffft!” Mary snorted. “Sure, do tell! What did those fingers in your pussy and those naughty moans really mean.”
“Um,” Remi, obviously had no reasonable explanation for why her pants were below her knees. “I was itchy...”
“Oh, I bet!” Mary chuckled.
Remi looked away, mortified and with no way to save face. The worst of it all was that Remi was not at all satisfied with her previous orgasm. The guilt had only temporarily obscured her desire for more than what her fingers could offer. And even when Remi put her pants back on, the rubbing of the fabric against her pussy was too stimulating to be unnoticed.
“It wasn’t enough, was it?”
Remi nearly jumped up at the question. How did she know? Remi wondered when she turned to the princess who was somehow all too calm about her current imprisoned situation, not at all like what Remi heard the princess had been like when she first awoke imprisoned.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remi dismissed Mary’s question and turned away from the princess to put the chair back up.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Mary sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to play with this giant cock all by myself.”
“A what now!?” Remi instantly turned around and looked between the princess’s legs.
Was that always there? Remi wondered and shook her head in disbelief. As if! And yet there it was—a thick, veiny cock between the Sixth Princess’s legs. Still soft and pointing down, yet already more endowed than what an average Purple Guard could muster.
“H-how…” was all that Remi managed to utter.
“Let’s just say I had a… Well-endowed teacher,” Mary smiled. “When I saw your ‘itchy’ performance, I couldn’t help but notice how frustrated you looked with just your fingers, and I wanted to help. Now I’ll have to take care of this all on my own. Oh, how troublesome!"
“D-does it… ‘Work’?” Remi asked nervously, unable to take her eyes off a thing that did not belong between a girl’s legs.
“Of course, it does!” Mary said. “Want to take a closer look? Don’t worry—it doesn’t bite, hehe.”
Remi slowly took a couple of steps closer to Mary’s cell. Then a few more. The princess slowly stroked the soft piece of meat, stirring it to life. No longer pointing straight down, it rose a little and poked out of the cell through the gap in the metal bars.
“You’re not supposed to leave the cell,” Remi said.
“Oh, surely this doesn’t count! Want to touch it?”
“Eh!? I have touched a cock before!”
“But have you touched a royalty’s cock?” Mary asked. “Or a girl’s cock? A royal girl’s cock!”
A cock is just a cock, Remi thought, yet she couldn’t look away from it. That giant head, those popping veins. The intoxicating smell that made her pussy moist.
Huh? Remi blinked realizing that Mary’s cock was right before her face. Before she knew it, Remi had already crouched barely two feet from the cell, with her face on the same level as Mary’s rising cock. It throbbed right in front of Remi, the horny one-eyed demon that stared right into her soul.
“Do you want to touch it or lick it?” Mary asked as if the answer wasn’t obvious to both of them.
Remi’s breathing got heavier as she squirmed a little, fighting a losing battle against her degenerate urge to suck off the imprisoned princess while fingering herself to another orgasm.