Erotica Anthology #10

Royal Menage

#55

Hentai Princes: Royal Menage

Dinner IntroductionPrincess Hikari is invited to a royal submit, and that is how she ends up sitting in a table full of princes from the neighboring countries.

To her right, sits Prince Gomu and Prince Nalu. And to her left side, Prince Kail and Prince Ceil.

Prince Gomu is tall and build like a warrior, always wearing a sharp expression on his face.

Prince Nalu looks like a male model, all tan muscles with light colored hair and golden eyes. Despite that, he seems to be a kind person.

Prince Kail is a short-tempered redhead, though he mostly ignores Hikari’s presence.

But amongst all the princes, it is Prince Ceil that Himaro worries the worst. Because beneath that angel-like smile he always display to others, she can feel a dark chill coming from those glimmering eyes of his.

The five of them eat and chat quietly while dozens of servants are stationed all over the room, ready to be called at a moment’s notice. By the end of dinner, Hikari has forged quite a friendly relation with the South East Prince, Nalu. She thinks he’s quite the gentleman, and an easy person to chat to, so to make things less awkward, she tries to chat him up whenever it’s possible.

Prince Ceil, being the most popular of all, tries to join in the conversation once in a while, of course, but Hikari is rather relieved that it’s nothing more than that. In reality, she doesn’t really see anything wrong with his demeanor, and the more she converse with him, the more she’s assured that there’s nothing to worry about from him. Maybe it’s all just her imagination?

Finally hours have passed until it’s late enough to call it a night. Princess Hikari uses the chance to be the first to excuse herself, but just when she passes Ceil’s chair, the prince suddenly pulls her down to his lap, with him now standing over her, one leg prompted to his chair to support her back.

The others are looking at them in surprise, though none seems to be protesting --- mostly because Prince Ceil holds the most power amongst all five.

“P-prince Ceil…? What’s the matter?” Hikari suddenly feels nervous for the unexpected proximity.

“I think you forgot your water, my dear Princess of Light,” he says in his usual calm voice, though Hikari somehow detects the forceness hidden in his tone.

Before she can respond with anything, he takes a mug at hand and removes the lid, takes a good sip before shoving the rest to her lips. Hikari barely drinks the whole thing, some droplets manage to escape down her chin. There’s only a little bit of water left in the mug, so it doesn’t take much to finish.

When she’s done, Ceil checks the mug, smiles a satisfied smile, before reshoving it back to her lips. The mug has somehow magically refilled itself, though it still has the same amount of as it was presented before for the first time. Hikari tries to drink up as fast as she can, but Ceil is becoming impatient, practically pouring it down her throat.

Ultimately, Hikari fails to keep up, and half of the content is spilled down the front of her dress, soaking through the material until everyone on the table can see the shape of her lacy brashier, her chest feeling cold from the spill. Though if anyone can see, no one comments on it. Perhaps that’s because they are to busy watching the princess helplessly chokes out and coughes, allowing moisture to dribble down her chin, her chest hypnotically heaving desperately for air, fairly shaped mounds cold and shivering.

“Oh my, Princess, look at what a mess you’ve made,” the West Prince Ceil clicks his tongue apologetically, still with that same fake display of a smile. Hikari wishes she can run away, but knows better than to outrightly do so. Besides… she doesn’t know why, but the sensation of his leg against her back, and the way his hand capture hers, makes her feel drunk in comfort.

He checks the bottom of the mug and forces her to drink it up, before forcing her to drink it down a couple more times, each time making more water spill and soak the front of her dress. Doesn’t mean she’s not trying her best to stop it from happening by drinking down as much water as she can, though. Still, somehow it feels as if she’s still on the losing side, no matter what she does.

Hikari sucks a deep breath once Ceil finally removes the intimidatingly large mug from her lips, suddenly pulling her to a standing position and dragging her toward the direction of her room. Strange, how does he know where to go, despite this being his first time being in her castle?

“Alright, you’ll need to redress for the sleepover tonight,” he tells her as he browse through the rows of her endless closet. Her closet is so big that the servants stuck a double-sized bed right smack in the middle for her.

“What? Sleepover?” She’s not informed about this, but if their parents have become desperate for some engagement to be formed, she’s not surprised that they’d go this far.

“Yes, now take off your clothes. I’ll pick a nightgown for you.”

Hikari is more embarrassed to the fact that the state of her closet is still in a mess thanks to the dressing up ordeal she had to go through just hours before the dinner introduction, than the fact that a prince is picking out a nightie for her.

She watches how focused he is in looking through the rows of clothes one by one, as if looking for that perfect nightgown to wrap around her with.

When she tries to walk behind the screen to change, Ceil makes her strip right in front of him, almost forcefully helping her change right in front of him. Hikari is flushed pink wrapped in a white, almost translucent nightgown, her hardened n*****s poking through the top of the night dress.

As of things can’t get any worse, Prince Ceil starts harassing her, his hands touching the naked globes of her ass, before bending her arse up from behind and prying her legs apart. Hikari practically screams out when she can feel the naked, hard flesh of his proud member brushing against the vulnerable tenderness of her displayed vulva.

“Wait…. no, please,” she can’t help but to plead helplessly, before starting to fight him off when adrenaline kicks in. She dares to say that she’s quite a formidable fighter herself, but Prince Ceik surprises her by showing quite a raw length of strength despite having a smaller stature than her.

Without much effort, he holds down each of her wrist beside her heads, practically crushing her front body against the shelves of the closet as his hips begin pumping in and out of that small gap between her legs, the sheer size of him makes her feel full without even being entered just yet.

He’s teasing her, she realizes, and without meaning to, her body also starts to reacting, lifting her hips to meet his wicked trusts.

Ceil might have the face of an innocent angel, but anything that’s currently transpired below the waist is anything but.

“What’s this, princess? Are you so eager already?” his lips whisper against her sensitive earlobe, allowing a shiver to travel down her spine in delight.

“...Y-yes --- please…!” She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Suddenly arousal is making her hard to think properly, thoughts only focused on the desire to be fulfilled to the hilt by this dangerous weapon prompted up in between her legs, the massive length his member teasing at her opening and c******s as he pumps back and forth.

“What’s the magic word?” he asks, purposefully drawing himself to an ane this time, allowing just the thick head of his c**k resting against her wet entrance.

“P-please… shove it inside me…?” she half moans, half whimpers in lust.

Ceil lets out a low chuckle, sounding darker than the tone he’s used to. “So eager, aren’t we? But I’m not gonna enter you just yet. You’re just gonna have to settle with what we have.” without warning, he increases the speed into that of an inhumane one, brushing the outside of her genital without doing as much as penetrating her virgin cunt, teasing her all the way until he ends up cumming right in between her legs, the outward kd her p***y now dripping with his thick, hot semen.

Prince Ceil forbids her from washing up, purposefully forcing her to wear his c*m and nothing else to cover her genital.

And that’s how they all end up in a table for tea outside the sleepover bedroom. Hikari obediently comes to ait by Ceil’s side when he gestures to her with a smile. She keeps on shifting on her seat, feeling uncomfortable for the creamy wetness sticking to her sensitive virgin cunt. If Ceik notices, he simply smiles innocently. If the other three princess notice, they say nothing.

DeflowerationUp next… the princess’ virginity will be taken roughly by all princes right on the table.