Chapter 12: Princess’s Passion

Princess Ava – Echur, Kivoneth Princedom, Strifelands of Zeutch

I bolted upright in my bed, feeling the massive thumb rubbing at my pussy even though no one touched me. My bedmaid, Greta, lifted her head from the pillow beside me, a naughty gleam in her eyes. Ever since she’d crawled into bed, she’d been affectionate, wanting to devour my pussy and feel my tongue on hers.

But excitement over what I discovered in my father’s office burned too hot through me to be distracted by sex.

And now Sven activated my new proxy. My soul connected me to all my proxies. They existed in me, small pockets of awareness, something I only really noticed when stimuli touched them. Like how you never really noticed your toes or fingers or other parts of your body until they touch something new. Elsewise, they just fade into the background, not important.

And when they did touch something new, they’d leap to awareness.

And right now, Sven rubbed on the pussy of my new proxy, summoning me. “He’s in Cheyvn.”

“Oh,” Greta said, a bright smile on her lips. “Wonderful.”

“You’re going to molest my body, aren’t you?”

“Princess,” she gasped in faux-shock, her blue eyes widening. “I would never.”

I shook my head at the young maid. “You would.”

I didn’t mind. She could play with my body all she wanted this time. She wouldn’t be a distraction like she had the morning I donned my beetle proxy for the first time and explored my father’s office.

I fell back on my pillow, closed my eyes, and sank into my proxy.

When I opened my eyes again, I shuddered, the massive thumb rubbing on my little pussy, sending delight rippling through me. Sven, a giant towering over me, grinned down at me. I drank in his handsome face, his blond hair mussed, his chest naked.

“Who did you enjoy in your bed before activating me?” I asked, amusement in my tone.

“Just one of the buxom lasses,” he grinned.

I wished I had a bigger breasts then the little handfuls I possessed. Even tits the size of his sister Kora’s would be wonderful. I knew Sven loved them large. Why else did he insist on staying at the Buxom Lass in Cheyvn? My agents reported far better inns lay in the city than it.

“I should be cross with you,” I groaned, his thumb feeling amazing on my pussy. My stone body shuddered. Though made of rigid materials, my magic allowed me to animate it like it were real flesh, the stone becoming malleable like skin and tissue.

I was thankful Krab had seduced one of my ancestors and blessed my line. And hated that my father had the gift, as well. He abused it.

“But you’re not,” Sven said, still massaging me, sending trembles through me. “Because I’m going to make you cum so hard, Princess.”

“Promise?” I purred, eager to show him what made this newest proxy so special.

I took perverse delight in using my father’s money and resources against him.

“So, why the new proxy, Princess?” Sven asked, pressing his thumb harder into my tiny snatch, stimulating my delicate pussy lips. “Unless you just wanted to look even prettier. Because this rose quartz makes you sparkle like a pink night sky.”

I blushed and quivered. “This.”

I activated the enchantment on it. Waiting three months for my agent to track down the Tuathan twinborn witch was worth it to see the shocked expression on Sven’s face as my tiny body grew. I swelled, the world shrinking as I expanded. He set me down on the wooden floor as I sprouted past his knee.

I giggled, my hands cupping my small breasts as I passed the height of a toddler, a small child, an adolescent girl. I squeezed my tits, small crystals in the quartz sparkling. My nipples ached, the same rosy hue, swirled with milky stria, as the rest of my artificial body. I kept growing and growing until I neared Sven’s height.

My true size.

“By the gods, Ava,” he groaned. “How?”

“A witch named Fiona,” I grinned, turning my hips and wiggling it. “I never thought I would have it so soon, but she and her twin sister were both pregnant and in the Tuathan valley. I guess their paladin husband bred them both on the same night.”

“Lucky guy,” he grinned.

I arched an eyebrow. “Why, wishing you had another woman in your bed? Or do you wish our people were as accepting of incest as the Tuathan?”

His smile slipped for a moment. I meant it as a joke, but there was something in his eyes. Did he lust for Kora? I shivered, picturing the graceful blonde. The thought of enjoying Sven’s sister had crossed my mind a time or two. But the pair of them together...

A strange heat rose in my pussy, a taboo excitement at the thought of brother and sister coming together in incestuous love like the witch and her twin sister did. Then I shook my head. Maybe he had an attraction to Kora, but they wouldn’t act on it.

“Let’s not talk about other women when I have you,” he groaned, reaching out and touching my rose-quartz body. I trembled, feeling his hands caressing my flesh. The bit of me still aware of my real body felt Greta’s hands prying apart my thighs.

She prepared to feast.

“You are a treasure in truth,” he groaned, cupping my small breast, a handful that fit his palm. I shivered as he massaged my nipple. It felt just like I remembered. If my proxy could cry, tears would fall down my eyes. “And you feel this?”

“Of course I feel this,” I moaned, my sparkling arms going around his neck. “What do I feel like?”

“Soft and smooth all at the same time. Impossibly smooth, like glass. And cool. Not warm, but not cold, either.” He thumbed my nipple.

I gasped.

He grinned. “But you are still as responsive as ever.”

I moved closer to him, tilting my head in invitation. He claimed my lips. I closed my eyes, savoring this. A year without him. A year apart because of my bastard father. But now I could enjoy him. I could be with him on his quest, help him to undo my father’s works.

His hands slid around my sleek body, cupping my ass. His fingers dimpled my ass. His cock rubbed against my belly, wet with the whore he fucked before summing me. He must have sent her out of his room after he finished.

I nibbled on his lip, biting a little hard. He winced, his hands squeezing harder. Then he kissed me with such passion, loving me. I trembled against him, squirming, grinding against that throbbing cock. I burned to feel him in me.

He broke the kiss. “They feel just like your lips, that same softness. But...”

“It’s close enough,” I told him. “I can feel your heart thudding beneath your chest.”

He shivered opened his mouth to say something, didn’t. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I groaned, loving it. His hands kneaded my ass as he walked us to the bed. I groaned, trembling as he turned me, lowering me down.

The bed groaned.