Part 2: The Lake

The lake was set amid a lovely, pastoral meadow surrounded by tall trees. That it had been was chosen for its isolation from any human habitation only added to its beauty.

They entered the waters at a point where reflections of the afternoon sun bathed them in fiery red light. It made the blonde hair of the Princess look as red as Meg’s.

By the time they reached it, the Princess was frantic. The powerful aphrodisiac she had unknowingly ingested would subvert her defenses for the next six hours. Leaping at any chance to relieve her burning nipples and pussy in the cooling waters, she quickly stripped off all her clothes at the merest suggestion from Meg.

Meg joined in the water removing her own clothing. The Princess glanced over at Meg’s body, comparing it to her own. The potions caused the Princess to react strongly to the closeness of another naked woman. When she realized that Meg was watching her, she was suddenly shy and ashamed of her carnal reaction. Quickly, she looked down at the water.

Although together for many weeks, Meg had never seen her thus. Nipples distended, skin flushed, moisture glistening between her legs, and panting with arousal. The Princess was the essence of delicate womanhood ready to be taken by the first man (or woman) who touched her. She’d succumb easily, spreading her legs to be ravished, eager to lose her virginity.

Meg stared at the exposed charms of the nude beauty, imaging what she would do to the tender flesh when Magnus was done. Meg enjoyed forcing a naive girl to suck her first pussy. Creaming on her face would be sweet revenge for the Princess’ mistreatment of her “Lady in Waiting”.

The Princess flushed deeper upon noticing Meg’s gaze. She tried using her hands to modestly cover herself. Then needing to reestablish her dominance, she demanded to know what must be done next.

Meg instructed her to enter the lake and circle it standing neck deep in the water. She reminded her of the danger of letting any male see her thus. If he saw her then the spell of the lake would impel her to him arousing in her an undeniable need for his touch.

The cool water helped the burning feelings in tender tissues, but did not abate them. The Princess could not swim and was forced to ask Meg to steady herself. Meg put her arm around the Princess, holding her close. However, her attention was focused on the shore.

The Princess kept scanned up and down searching for any sign of a man, hoping to have enough time to hide under the waters of behind a rock if one approached. Meg had planted this fear that was more of a compulsion within her.

A man would see her nakedness and the magic of the lake would draw her irresistibly to him. At the same time, her body could almost feel his hard thing rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm repeatedly at the lewd thoughts.

She’d be unable to prevent the loss of her precious maidenhood. Surrendering while his manhood was within her would helplessly bind her to him forever. Yet together with that fear, she felt a virgin’s need and desire for a man. Her body could almost feel his hard thing rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm repeatedly at the lewd thoughts that came unbidden.

The Princess did not at first notice how often Meg’s hand strayed to her ample ass, kneading and caressing the cheeks and what lay between them, but she became aware of the effect. Scandalized at how strongly her body reacted to Meg’s touch, she could not deny the feelings of arousal.

It was difficult for Meg to resist her desire to caress the satiny smooth tits and pussy of the exciting body she held. There would be slight resistance at first, but that would be easily overcome. The naive flesh would awaken to her touch until she begged for more.

Meg knew how defenseless the Princess truly was. By caressing her most sensitive places the Princess would quickly succumb. The delicate petals of her labia would open like a flower slick with the dew of her arousal. She’d easily be convinced to submit to the pleasure one woman can inflict upon another.

Meg’s fingers hovered to strike. In moments the soft warm skin, large bust, and moist pussy would be hers. The fingers moved above the soft yellow down guarding the fair entrance. They flexed, yet did not move forward. Fear stayed them. For Meg knew the terrible punishments that Magnus would reek on her if his plan were undermined.

Sensing her vulnerability, the Princess rushed a little ahead to avoid Meg’s touch. She approached their starting point, still feeling the strong passions surging through her body. If anything they were more powerful then when she’d first entered the water. Perhaps another circuit of the lake’s calming waters was needed.

The Princess was more than a little distracted by the time she had half emerged from the lake to check on her clothing. The water had fallen below the fair hair between her legs, which was dripping from the excess. It moved like gentle fingers down the inside of her soft white thighs. She heard a sound and looked up.

Suddenly, she saw a man emerging from behind a small boulder. He stood barely 10 feet away, looking directly at her. It was as if lightning passed through her body. She could not move. Her eyes were captured. Frozen to the spot, she could not take them from him.

He wore only a single garment, a breechcloth that barely covered his loins. Beneath it she saw the outline of his manhood. It was huge! How could it possibly fit inside her narrow passageway without damaging it?

She stared as if hypnotized as it began to grow. His arousal was becoming evident as he regarded her dripping, naked flesh. The breechcloth tented out as it continued to grow. The heat and moisture between her legs increased as she watched it.

The Princess shook her head to clear it. He wore the clothing of a slave, someone beneath the contempt of the lowest commoner, let alone a royal princess. He had probably escaped from a serf’s farm.

There could be no greater social gulf then between the two of them. Yet her body was unaware of it, reacting the same as if her were the most handsome, most powerful king. Her thoughts seemed to crawl and turn in strange directions.

He looked so strong. She could be easily overpowered. How would his skin feel against his? She must not surrender to him. How big was his manhood under the breechcloth? This couldn’t be happening to her.

She felt as if there was an unbreakable cord from her sex to his drawing them together. Shouldn’t she run away? There were so many conflicting impulses. She did not know what to do, yet her hot body did.

Her head lifted, exposing her throat and tossing her wet hair away from her face. The chest thrust forward displaying the fullness of her breasts. The already distended nipples hardened painfully until they felt like two pebbles. There was renewed moisture and heat within her sex.

Her arousal surged. She must try to escape, but felt the magic preventing that. Instead her body began undulating towards his. I should not be doing this she thought. She tried to stop it. Instead, her hips swayed more widely. Small droplets ran down her chest to drip from the underside of her swaying breasts.

She felt exposed and vulnerable yet could make no move to cover her nakedness. The feeling of his gaze on her skin was making her hot and aroused as if his fingers were already caressing her.

Approached him she saw how dirty he was. He smelled of stale sweat, yet it was mixed with a maleness that made her knees weak. She called out trying to gain the upper hand, “Slave, bow down the Princess of the royal house, lest I have you slain for having looked upon me.”

He did not bow. He did not answer. There was no reaction at all. How dare he treat her this way? The feeling of his unbroken gaze continued to roam over her skin; heating it wherever touched. She felt the heat once again burning her nipples and between her shaky legs. Would she kneel before him? Would she beg for his touch? “NO! NO! NO!” she thought. Strengthened by her anger, her defenses stiffened, if only for a moment.

Was he so stupid that he could not understand her words? She gestured in the way of command that had been taught to her at an early age. The peasants all bowed low when they saw this, but there was still no reaction. He did not speak, only smiled as her breasts jiggled with the motion. He watched her as a spider watches a fly entering its web, surveying every naked curve as she breathed.

She regarded his muscular chest. How would her breast feel when crushed against it? His large hands flexed. How would they feel caressing her burning nipples? She saw the bulge of his manhood pressing against the breechcloth. How soon would it drive into her tender flesh?

These thoughts made her weak legs tremble. They felt unable to support her. She tried to resist, but that seemed to only increase her arousal.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Meg on the sandy part of the shore a few feet closer to the water. The Princess was horrified to see that Meg’s legs were fully spread display her wet sex. Her large breasts hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

Meg had not lain with a man for more than a month while she had been in the Princess’ service as a Lady in Waiting. Suddenly and unexpectedly she was overcome with the irresistible need to submit to the man before them. She wanted to be the first to feel the massive cock she knew was under his loincloth fucking deep into her cunt. She wanted to feel his hot spunk shoot into her womb and impregnate her young fertile body.

Wait, she knew that Magnus’ magic had long protected her from becoming pregnant. She had never been the type who wanted to be tied down caring for a squalling brat, not even her own. What kind of magic was making her desperately want to bear this man’s child?

Magnus had neglected to tell Meg certain things. One was that the magic potion she had secretly given the Princess radiated outward from its victim to affect any woman that was physically near her. Not only the virgin Princess, but Meg too would become the love slave of any man who brought her to climax when his manhood filled her cunt.

Unlike the virgin Princess, Meg had no will or even desire to resist. She would do anything the man asked, totally submissive to his desires. Meg was the picture of a slut desperate to be taken. Deliriously she lifted her open sex off the hot sand, offering it to the man. Pleading, she repeated the same phrases over and over, “Fuck me Master! Shove your hard cock into my hot cunt. Use me like the cheapest whore. Lick my nipples and my clit.”

Revolted by Meg’s display of carnal weakness, the Princess was nevertheless distracted and aroused by the endless dirty sex talk. She thought how to use Meg to her advantage. Perhaps this man would ignore her and take the easy conquest. When he fell upon Meg it would give her a change to escape. It was not to be. Meg was ignored. He was entirely focused upon her vulnerability.

They now stood so close that her hard nipples hovered a finger’s width from his naked, hairy chest. The Princess found it impossible to maintain a look of disdain when she had to look up into domineering eyes that reflected her own undeniable lust. It was difficult to breathe.

Here was the opposite of everything that she had ever desired in a man. He was course with no manner or grace. He was uneducated, ignorant, unable to speak or understand her, and ignorant of the need to bow before royalty. It infuriated her, yet it was she who felt the urge to kneel before him.

She berated herself, whispering, “I am a Princess of the Royal house, I refuse to be attracted to this lowly slave. I will have him slain for staring at me thus. If he touches me then he will be tortured for days before being allowed to die.

Her firm breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In terror she saw his hand slowly rising. Rooted to the spot, she managed to command, “Lower your hand at once. It is worth your life if you touch me.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” she gasped as he touched her right nipple.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” then her left.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” as he squeezed both between his rough fingers.

Without conscious thought, she pressed her breasts into the caressing hands. Molten heat raced from where he touched to between her legs. She felt the inner moisture flow. It made weakening knees buckle under her. Closing her eyes, she slowly knelt before him.

Her mind was filled with the horror of a royal princess kneeling naked before a slave. What was she becoming? “Slut, whore, harlot,” they were all too good for her. Regardless of the magic how could she ever respect herself again?

It took her a moment to realize that his hands were no longer upon her. Opening her eyes, she saw the breechcloth was gone. His manhood hovered inches from her nose, its heavy male scent made her head spin. He pushed it against her closed mouth.

She thought, “It was impossibly large! Because of what Meg had said she knew what was expected, but resisted opening her lips to be defiled. He grabbed her hair painfully with his right hand and closed her nostrils with the left. She was unable to breathe.

The Princess resisted as long her breath held out. She would not allow this invasion regardless of what Meg had said. In less than a minute, her lungs ready felt ready to burst in her chest, but still she resisted.

Then he shifted, placing his left foot between her open legs, against her inflamed sex. The fiery sensation forced a moan to explode from her opening lips. “Ohhhhhhhhhhuuummmmhh,” She ended as his massive cock plunged into her gasping mouth, down her unsullied throat, muffling her cry.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, the princess tried to cough, to swallow, and breathe. She gave no thought to expelling the invader that burrowed deeper with ever thrust until her nose was buried in the hair of his loins.

Then he released her nose. She was able to breathe again. Unable to escape or even move away from the iron hand locked in her hair she despaired her fate.

Magnus reveled in the feeling of his cock deep throated by the Princess. Who imagined she’d be able to take his full length her first time. He began to use his foot to inflame the Princess once again.

Of course, it was Magnus who was dressed as the slave. He wanted to teach the Princess her helplessness in the hands of any man, even a slave. It would be a fine joke on one so proud of her royal lineage.

Despite her impotence, the Princess was determined to regain control. She desperately tried to remember Meg’s words. She recalled that swallowing a man’s seed might give her that control.

He needed to feel her own passion before the seed would be released.

Remembering her instruction, she gradually began to respond, as he desired. Using her tongue she licked and caressed his shaft. Reaching to cup the hairy balls in her hand and roll them gently about.