As Sophia stepped in she was shocked to see the change in theme, this room was one of luxurious comfort, warm colours, soft carpet, a huge bed, a young…
“Sophia?!” Belind’s voice came out, his blue eyes going wide, matching her own as he tugged the bed covers up over his naked body, hiding his body from her as they stared at each other, equally shocked.
Ariela grinned and stepped behind Sophia, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders, looking over at Belind, “Oh come now Belind! This is a family reunion, now’s no time to go hiding yourself.”
Belind tore his expression away from her up to his owner, up to Ariela, “What is she doing here?” he said, his voice heavy with uncertainty.
“Tell me, how well did you two get on? You know, before all of this.” Ariela asked curiously, glancing down over Sophia’s shoulder at the v of her dress, briefly admiring her cleavage.
Belind pursed his lips, his brow furrowing a little as Ariela dodged his question, but he knew better than to avoid hers, “We hated each other. She bullied me almost constantly.”
Ariela nodded curiously, “She’s a real cunt isn’t she?”
Sophia made to move but Ariela tightened her grip, a silent pained expression crossing Sophia’s face before she stood still once more, pouting.
Belind glanced between the two then shrugged and nodded.
“Oh how rude of me, your question,” Ariela smirked, “from what I gather she came here to marry me to gain power and as a token of appreciation she informed me that there are a couple of traitors in my midst who are trying to break you out,” she squinted her eyes some, reading his silent reaction.
“Well, I’ll be. Belind you little demon, she’s telling the truth isn’t she?” he looked away and she let out a short laugh, shaking her head, “I’m almost proud of you. I’m not, but, almost,” with a shove she pushed Sophia to her knees where, with a wave of her hand, Ariela kept her pinned, an invisible weight keeping her down as Ariela stepped around the bed to get closer to Belind, who shuffled away, nervous and with good reason.
“Each time I think I’ve broken you, you surprise me,” she reached out and caressed a hand across his face, “I think that’s why you’re my favourite. There’s always something new to play with.”
“I won’t tell you who they are…” Belind said defensively, still holding the covers to his chest.
Ariela let out a little sigh and put her hands on her hips, “Belind, darling, you know that isn’t true. I could very easily have you tortured until you give up the names of the traitors.” ‘though I know one already’, she thought to herself, thinking about Atrin, her mind completely lost as to who the other could be.
Belind got a bit of a wet look in his eyes, knowing his chances were dashed and that her words were true, but he wouldn’t give up the names without at least trying to resist her, though he felt fear coursing through him at the pain he was sure was coming.
“But I don’t want to have to do that.” She said and he looked up, confused, then she smiled, motioning with a hand towards the silent Sophia, “I’d much rather make that bitch suffer. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I played my little games with her, instead of you.”
“I don’t understand,” Belind said softly.
“Give me the names of the traitors and I will help you get your revenge on this uppity little brat. You and me, together,” she winked, “Either that or I just summon the torturer and send you on your little way. I might even marry this one, give her what she wants, imagine her, a Queen again, living in luxury after a lifetime of bullying you and selling you out.”
Belind looked down at Sophia, her expression not one of pleading or fear as he had expected, but one of anger and belittlement.
“…One before, one after.” Belind said and Ariela grinned broadly.
“Mm, you’ve a deal, Belind. Give me my name.”
He hesitated, considering lying, but knew that would not be his brightest idea.
“Skye,” he said simply, feeling a pang of regret for the ally who had gone out of their way to help him, but knew it had been inevitable as soon as Ariela knew of their existence.
Ariela narrowed her eyes, “Who?” she shook her head, “You know, it doesn’t matter.” So, someone called Skye and of course, the Prince’s former right-hand man, Atrin.
She glanced down at Sophia. She already had both the names, not that Belind knew that. She thought for a moment about just leaving, throwing Sophia away and forgetting all about her, but the girl had been such a bitch.
“Quit being so shy, Belind,” she commanded and he hesitated again, glancing at his once sister.
“But…”
Ariela smirked and moved her hand, emerald mist swirling around Sophia as she started to move, her eyes going wide with surprise. She moved with grace and fluidity, crawling across the floor to the foot of Belind’s bed.
“But nothing, Belind, how is she going to suck your cock when you’re all covered up?” Ariela asked casually, smirking as her magic manipulated the former Princess, her mouth opening invitingly, her tongue poking out.
Belind opened his mouth, momentarily lost for words as he looked between the two, between his former and current tormentors. Then he nodded, casting the sheets aside to reveal his body, lithe and feminine, hairless and smooth, skin unblemished, his own manhood around average, soft between his thighs as he moved towards the edge of the bed, towards the beautiful Sophia, knelt waiting for him.
“Come on Sophia, get to work,” Ariela said brightly and Belind bit his lip, thighs either side of the girl’s head as she leaned in, tears staining her delicate cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as she began to kiss at his soft length, waking it and drawing little moans from Belind as he leaned back watching her work.
His cock, so often ignored began to pulse and throb, swelling and rising to meet the softness of her kisses, the warmth of her breath against his sensitive skin enticing as she opened her eyes, looking up at him with hatred, but he just smiled and shrugged a little.
She sank down, taking the tip of his length between her plush lips, the head of his cock encapsulated in the wet warmth of her waiting mouth, Belind arching his back in satisfaction, biting his lower lip as he all but melted to the pleasure and taboo nature of her punishment.
“Oooh that feels so good…” he moaned out and Ariela grinned, enjoying his sensual movements, hands grasping the bedsheets, back bent, head lolling backwards, “It’s a little weird how quiet she is though, ah, not that I’m, ah! Complaining.”
Ariela pursed her lips a little, but couldn’t really disagree, Sophia, entirely against her will began to moan like a street slut around Belind’s cock, her lips rolling down his length, letting it press further into her mouth, sucking on it like she craved his seed, her tongue swirling over the tip, maximising her pleasure, using methods and tricks to heighten his pleasure that she didn’t even know existed.
Ariela moved behind Sophia and sank to her knees, leaning in close, her full breasts pressing to the girls back as she rested her chin on her shoulder making Sophia push forward, suppressing her gag reflex to take Belinds cock into her throat, drawing another moan from Belind, whispering in her ear quiet enough that Belind didn’t hear her, “You’ll never be mine, you little bitch, Belind is mine. You’ll never hurt him again. That’s for my pleasure, not yours.”
She reached around as tears freely swept across Sophia’s cheeks, feeling her dress melt away in a glow of emerald mist, Ariela’s hands cupping her full breasts and squeezing roughly, pinching her nipples hard between finger and thumb. Pain jolted through her body, but she could only moan in pleasure as she drew her lips back up Belind’s now slick cock, focusing on the tip.
Helpless to Ariela and her whims she felt her own hands dip down, caressing her smooth mound, stroking herself, forced to pleasure herself, betrayed by her own body.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ariela whispered, kissing the girl’s ear, biting gently, leaving little purple stains from her lipstick, “Playing with yourself as you suck his cock… What did you think would happen? Really? That you’d come here? Instill your will and become a Queen? Please. You’re nothing to me,” she paused, grinning as she pressed the tip of her cock against Sophia’s pussy, rubbing it against her, “Well, not nothing exactly, you’re a wet hole to fuck…”
Sophia struggled against her own body, feeling herself move, her hands preparing her pussy for Ariela’s assault, her mouth, eagerly gliding up and down his shaft, even her vocal chords betrayed her, making her moan in pleasure, sounding just like a slut desperate for cock.
Ariela grinned, enjoying the conquest of this little bitch as she started to sink her cock into the girl’s wet pussy, tight and hot around her she closed her eyes, hearing Sophia groan in pleasure around Belind’s cock as she sheathed her sword in the girl, losing herself to the sensations wrapped around her thick cock.
She gripped Sophia’s hips and began to take her, not caring for the girls own enjoyment in the least, making her hands move back to Belind, one hand resting on his thigh, the other caressing his balls as she sucked his cock, her whole body jerking from the thrusts of Ariela’s cock into her once royal pussy.
“A-ah, Ariela, I think I’m close!” Belind called out, his voice high pitched, his body writing, a hand supporting his weight, wrapped up in the sheets of his bed, the other wrapped in Sophia’s pretty blonde hair, pushing her deeper, into his throat.
Ariela pouted a little, she would’ve preferred if her humiliation of Sophia had lasted longer, but she had no intention of wasting more time on the slut than she needed to.
“You going to be a good girl and swallow his load, Princess bitch?” Ariela whispered, grinning, knowing she had no choice.
Gripping her hips tightly Ariela pounded her cock roughly into Sophia’s wet hot pussy, making the girl squeeze down on her length like a trained consort, her pussy milking her thick length, Ariela using her magic to help enhance her own pleasure, intensifying it well past what any normal human could experience, driving her cock towards an early climax.
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