“... see how she dissolved when you talked about her hair?”

“Oh my gosh!” A girlish giggle. “I thought I was gonna die.”

Hellebore shifted in his bed. Those voices…

“And how she swooned at the end~”

That was… Vesyka. The voluptuous goblin boilermaid. And the other squeaky giggly voice… Eneko?

Hellebore managed to open his eyes. He was under thick, weighty covers. His limbs felt completely asleep, and the air under the blankets was hot and heavy.

The blankets were also very… pink.

“She’s so ready for this.”

He went still. A shiver passed through his heart and stuttered his breath.

That was Catanya’s voice.

Why did it… do that to him?

He still felt foggy, blurry, numb, but his mind was starting to recover. He was remembering—vaguely—what had happened earlier. They had… tricked him. Drugged him. Drugged their prince.

And they’d said things. Horrible, forbidden things.

As his cheeks went red, shameful insecurities rose wild and unbidden, and he blurted out, “What in the Path is going on here?”

The words burst out of him without thinking. And as the goblins went silent, he instantly felt a deep, foreboding regret.

A shadow passed over the pink-tinted light of the blankets over his head. Then a second. Then a third.

“My, my,” Catanya purred. Her voice was suddenly very, very close. “It looks like our little princess is awake~”

Hellebore's breath caught.

The blankets flew off him, and he found himself staring up at three catgoblins who looked like they'd caught themselves their very own canary.

Especially Catanya. Catanya's smile was radiant as she towered over him—she was so short, but he was pinned to the goblin's bed, tucked into his blankets as tight as a caterpillar in its chrysalis.

“I—” Hellebore squirmed. The air in the boiler room was hot and muggy, even with his upper body bared, and he felt like a sweaty mess.

His spirit quailing inside him as he recognized that he was naked from the waist up.

Hellebore never looked at himself in the mirror naked. He couldn't stand the sight of his bare chest—even though his father had expressed deep relief when he'd started growing chest hair, it still felt mortifying, exposing, wrong.

That hair was gone now. He saw a straight razor left on the counter to dry, and his motions were too muddy to make out, but shame was everywhere, shame was enough.

Especially with these... these impudent girls smirking down at him, nakedly, shamelessly admiring his royal form.

He sputtered and squirmed. His limbs were still waking up, and fear wasn't piercing through that sleep like it should have been. It felt lopsided, uneven, an arrow split in two before firing.

Their covetous gazes, the smooth softness, the delicate feelings stirring inside him...

No. No, no, no, this was wrong, this was—Scattered Gods, this was humiliating—

“H-How dare you,” he cried. “I am the Prince! How dare you restrain—how dare you undress a member of the Royal Family~!”

Why did his voice sound so wispy and hesitant? What was wrong with him?

The goblins blinked wide and innocent eyes.

“Why, my Prince!” Catanya exclaimed, leaning in close, and he trembled in dread as her lips approached his ear and her soft, sonorous voice started to infiltrate his head yet again, “You’re free to leave at any time! We would never keep you here.”

As Hellebore struggled to process this, he heard Eneko murmur to Vesyka, “Plus, like, King Eldon's claim to royalty has always been kinda specious.”

Vesyka giggled.

Hellebore’s brain was still playing catch-up. He stared up at Catanya in shocked confusion. “W-What?”

“Well, yeah,” Eneko chirped, mistaking his target. Pale blue eyes sparkled over a feline smile. “Maybe Alton the First had some place making the claim a few generations ago, but, like, in the Valley's modern political landscape—”

“Of course you can leave, silly!” Catanya cut in, reaching over to pat Eneko's head and not-so-subtly push her out of his field of vision. She winked down at him. “You just… don't want to, do you~?”

“I—I don't?” Hellebore felt so disoriented. Eneko's and Catanya's scents were mixing together again, piercing peppermint and sweet rose petals, and he’d come to associate those scents so much with drifting off to sleep in his bathtub, and everything felt so… warm... “I mean, of—of course I do!”

“No, you don't,” Catanya said more firmly, as if this settled the matter. And then she leaned in to purr right in his ear, and Hellebore's attempted objections melted into dribbling nonsense on his tongue. “You're too hypnotized, Princess~”

Vesyka leaned over him, her breasts squeezed into a tight tank top, and gave her chest an indulgent squeeze.

“I—” Hellebore's words weakened again, briefly faltering completely as he got caught up watching Vesyka’s unspeakably soft, fat tits jiggle together. “N-No, I—”

“My breasts are just too nice to stare at,” Vesyka murmured, “aren't they, Princess? Just relax and watch them squish~”

“I-I'm not a—a—”

Squish.

“A what?” Catanya purred. His whole world softened a little with every rumble fuzzy downpour of kittenish static over his weakening mind. “Say the word, sweetie~”

“I’m not—I’m not a…”

Hellebore stopped. Fear had begun to trickle in to slow his tongue. Fear, because the word suddenly felt... bigger. More important. Like if he said it, if he felt the prin pop his lips and the cess slither along his tongue like a sibilant sigh, something would change.

Something he couldn't take back.

“I’m—”

Eneko leaned in, licking her luscious black lips with a wicked smirk, and planted a kiss just under his ear.

At the soft, sensuous touch, he found himself letting out a high-pitched, liquid moan.

Eneko peppered him with kisses between her words, the sounds filling his ears with wetness and sloppy indulgence. “See, a claim to royalty—” *mwah~* “— is more a tool of, like—” *mmmwah~* “—political rhetoric,” she mewed sweetly in his ear. *mmwah~!* “Any noble can say—”

“Drop it, Eneko.”

Hellebore couldn't follow the words anyways. Even Catanya's annoyed scolding throbbed with that pulsing purring heat, and those wet kisses were endless, demanding all his focus. He tried to pay attention. He failed.

Vesyka's breasts jiggled and bounced above his head as she kneaded and groped them, her vast cleavage holding his gaze suspended between them. He imagined how it'd feel for those breasts to smother him, to bounce and squish against either side of his face, to have his face shoved in there… it wouldn’t be his fault, he couldn’t stop them, all he could do was accept it all—

… and it’d feel so good to just breathe in deep of her sweet lemon-cream scent…

… so good to grope and fondle one's own tits like that...

…


… wait, wh—

“And I can’t help but notice that you're still not leaving, Princess.” Catanya’s thrumming coo jolted Hellebore back to reality. “You must like this more than you're ready to admit~!”

Hellebore shook his head desperately. He whimpered, fought against gravity, but Catanya's hand had settled upon his chest, and suddenly that subtle touch felt like an immovable weight beyond anything someone as weak and delicate as him could possibly lift.

Catanya didn't want him to get up. So he couldn’t get up.

“S-Stop!” he whimpered. “Stop calling me—th-that word—”

Catanya's lips were pressed so close up to his ear that he could feel when her smile widened. “What word?”

Fuck, why was he calling attention to it? That was what they wanted! They wanted him to say that word, and he knew he mustn’t, knew saying it would change something even if he didn’t understand why—

“Nn!” Hellebore squeaked as he felt a fingertip flick over his nipple. His nipples weren’t usually so sensitive. “W-Why are you...”

As if to silence his stammers, Eneko rose up and planted a big, wet kiss right on his lips.

Hellebore’s cry was instantly swallowed up. He mewled and squirmed as he felt her black lipstick leaving little kissmarks. No, no, he couldn’t enjoy this, he couldn’t let himself get hard from this—

Her rough catlike tongue flicked inside, teased his own, and he could barely hold in a squeal.

It was terrifying, overwhelming. The feeling of being… penetrated. Conquered. Eneko’s tongue slid in, and his thoughts just seemed to spill out in a swirly, slobbery mess of pleasure, and he was letting his lips part wider, letting her take him…

“We've been watching you for a while, sweetie,” Catanya cooed in his ear. “Your whole family's a bunch of brutes and oafs. The very worst of the Rose Valley.”

Hellebore whined. He couldn’t pull away, couldn’t even try to. He was starting to run out of air, but Eneko’s lips felt so nice against his, so tender and soft and yet utterly in control.

“Bullies,” Vesyka added.

Eneko tasted so sweet. Sweet and minty. The kiss stretched on and on, longer and longer, endless, devouring. His lungs felt emptier and emptier, but her lewd moans into him took the place of air. Her lips were all he could think about as she filled him with her tongue, filled him her sweetness, filled him with dumb, brainless honeyed bliss…

“The boring kind.”

Hellebore whimpered into the kiss, trying to object. Or... he thought he was trying.

No one would know if he wasn’t really trying. Not even him.

He thought about his uncle burning the flower book. His father groping a maid's ass when mother was out of the room. His mother, normally so friendly with the servants, immediately having the maid sacked when Hellebore had let it slip to her.

Eneko broke the kiss with a sloppy smack of their lips that left him gasping. She licked her lips, then his, and gave a girlish giggle. “We'd have left them years ago, really. The castle's, like, so boresome nowadays. Only...”

He tried to speak in the brief pause.

Catanya’s lips brushed his earlobe, and soft, vibrant purring turned his words into nothingness.

“Only,” she cut in, voice feather-soft, “you aren’t like them, are you, Princess? Your adorable spoiled brat act, that's just that. You're trying soo hard, but you just aren't cut out for this.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Princess.”

Hellebore shivered. “I—s-stop! Stop calling me—”

Eneko grinned down at him. “Silly!”

She started peppering his neck with little kisses that made him squeak, then squeal. His attempts to tip his head towards her, to protect his sensitive neck, only led to kisses on the cheek, kisses on his ear, and those overwhelmed him into leaning away again, and then her lips and tongue descended back down to his sensitive neck with redoubled eagerness—

“We're going to sweeten you up.” Vesyka smiled down at him and jiggled her breasts, drawing his eyes into them once again. “We’ll teach you to be so gentle and soft and delicate, just like you belong~”

“Soft and delicate,” Catanya half-moaned against him.

Hellebore quivered, gasped, moaned back. His face felt hotter than the boiler.

Soft. That word wrapped around his mind like a swan-feather quilt.

Delicate. That word echoed in his ears like the sweetest windchimes.

“And the first step...” Vesyka cooed, rising up above him...

She flung away the blankets.

Hellebore squealed at the sudden chill, then blushed red as a sunset.

His cock, bigger than he'd ever asked for, tented his trousers as obvious as the sun. The goblin girls could all now see his stiff, throbbing, humiliating erection.

Vesyka glanced down at it, squished her big, bouncy breasts together, and flashed him a smirk.

“... is to fuck all those silly naughty boy brains out~!” she sang, and reached for the belt buckle.

Panic burst into Hellebore's throat in a choked cry. He started struggling for his life. Even drugged, he was still physically strong enough to hamper their efforts. He couldn't let them see—he wouldn't let them see—

“Come on, cuuutie,” Catanya cooed in his ear. “Why don’t you let us see that cute, adorable girlcock~?”

Briefly, confused static rose over Hellebore's panic, and… his struggles slowed. Just for a moment.

A moment was all it took.

Vesyka smiled, undid the last buckle, and pulled his trousers down.

Shame and humiliation and fear came back in full force as he saw his cock spring up to full attention. His heart sank, even as he panted from Vesyka's delicate touches to its length. It was so big, so throbbing, so leaky and needy and...

“Cuuute~” Eneko cooed, kissing him on the cheek. “Aww, look at her twitch!”

“Wh—” Hellebore's cock twitched again at the words. He felt his cheeks reddening.

’Her’?

“What a pretty princesscock our lovely, precious maiden has for us,” Catanya purred in his ear. He shivered. “So weak! So vulnerable~!”

Cute. Pretty.

Princesscock.

Hellebore's mind spun in a confusing slurry of unnamed emotions. He whimpered as Catanya and Eneko pinned his arms. His heart raced as Vesyka descended upon him, pinning his cock against his stomach.

His breath escaped him in a moan as she started to give slow, leisurely grinds.

Weak. Vulnerable.

Princesscock.

Pulses of pleasure surged into him. It wasn’t normal. Nothing about this felt norma. Something about the pleasure felt so shameless, so soft and fluffy and pretty and

princessly.

Hellebore cried out softly, whined, moaned, clawing the sheets helplessly as pleasure roiled and bubbled and pop-pop-popped in his brain. Pretty pink soap bubbles with so many nice scents... tart lemon and sweet roses and crisp mint and thick, heady goblin musk...

“Oh, so good for us,” Catanya half-moaned in his ear, as Vesyka sighed softly and ground against him. Her ass was so plump and soft, such a pretty heart-shaped curve down from her hips to her thighs, and Hellebore found himself hopelessly wondering how it would feel to grind like that, to have hips like that... “Such a good little princess~”

“Cute little princess~”

“Our good, obedient Princess~”

“S-Stop!” Hellebore whined and twitched and throbbed. “Ssstop…calling me…” He stopped himself, terrified, reminding his traitorous euphoria-drunk brain just how dangerous that word felt right now.

But Catanya didn't notice the slip. She was too busy sending smoky purrs to reverberate through his mind. Bounce, bounce, bounce, grind.

Eneko was cooing, planting endless kisses right on his ears, trapping him in the sounds and sensations. Hellebore was panting, drooling—all the kisses felt so delicate and affectionate, so dainty, they almost felt even better than the ass grinding mercilessly against his cock—

“Poor thing,” Catanya cooed, planting an indulgent kiss on his cheek. “Poor pretty poppet. You look so pent up!”

“I—I'm nn-not—”

“You clearly haven't been taken care of properly even once in your life.” Catanya planted another little kiss on his cheek. “Like the delicate, vulnerable thing you are~”

The words made him moan aloud. Vesyka's treatment above felt very indelicate to him indeed—hungry, devouring, dominant—but that just made him feel smaller, weaker, more feminine. He watched her lick her lips, felt her grind, felt her slickness—oh, fuck, fuck, he was getting close—was she even going to let him thrust into her before…?

“They say just a kiss on the hand is enough to bring a true princess to climax,” Eneko said sweetly, nibbling his earlobe as he squeaked and bucked unthinkingly. “And I mean a climax. Dumb, drooling, brainless, knee-folding, tongue-lolling climax. Imagine how good you're going to be for us once you accept it~!”

“N-No—I—I'm not—I c-can't—” His voice sounded weak. Unsure. No, this was wrong, he wasn't allowed, he shouldn't, he couldn’t, he mustn't—

“The problem is,” Catanya murmured, caressing his cheek tenderly, and he shivered at the touch, fuck, he felt so sensntive, his skin felt so soft— “You're just trying too hard to be something that you are simply not~”

Hellebore felt his body go very, very still.

When Prince Hellebore had been very young, there had been an earthquake. Some affair involving an attempted coup in the Underworld, a mass exile of scores of Miss Scratch's imps. All he remembered was that he'd been on a walk in the woods when he'd suddenly seen all the animals—the birds, the rabbits, the hunting dogs—go very still. It was as if they'd sensed what was coming a moment before the world had started to rattle.

His heart started to race. Everything else went very still. Vesyka bounced and grinded and squished against his cock, and it throbbed and twitched as he hung there, trapped in helpless anticipation of his world being shaken out of balance.

Catanya rose up and smirked down at him, booping one finger against his nose. “Princess Hellebore is a girl,” she pronounced.

It shouldn't have hit him like it did. It was what they'd been implying all week, all those veiled little taunts and jabs. They’d already said as much many times. It was an insult. A jibe.

Only right now it sounded… different.

Hellebore gasped softly, lifted his hips to meet Vesyka's grinding bubble butt, and struggled to fit a response through his quivering lips with what little breath he could find.

Eneko’s murmur tickled his ear. “We've seen how you shrink from your normal title, sweetie.” Her fingertip flicked his nipple, and he squeaked, back arching. “We've seen how you try to make yourself small and soft! How shy you are, poor thing~! How you try to take after your mother, to make friends of the lovely ladies at court.”

“N-No.” Hellebore's words came stumbling and weak. Strange pleasant feelings bubbled in his throat—his voice had never sounded so fragile, so delicate, so light and wispy and no no no he wasn't supposed to want that—

“It's okay, sweetie,” he heard Vesyka purr from above, and he quivered and bucked against the vibrations coursing through him, the pleasure somehow felt deeper than ever, suffusing his whole body—fuck, her ass was so soft and warm, he couldn't hold on—“We know how to take care of confused girls like you~”

Hellebore could barely speak. Vesyka was grinding faster, faster, faster—

“Ooh, that’s right!” Eneko giggled. “Isn’t that right, Catanya?”

“I—w-wait—”

“Mm, yes.” Catanya’s voice was a warm rumble in his ear. “Goblin girls have a special technique, you see.” Her lashes fluttered. “Would you like to hear it?”

Hellebore gasped, quivered, bit his lip. He felt Catanya lifting one of his hands, and his arm wasn't pinned anymore, but it somehow didn't matter. The pleasure of Vesyka’s wriggling hips in his lap, the soft molten crackle of her words, it all had him captivated too deeply to register any chance at escape.

“We're gonna fuck all those boy brains into goo,” she cooed, and flicked a nipple.

A gasp split from Hellebore’s chest. Bounce, bounce, grind—

Catanya planted a sweet, dainty kiss upon the back of his hand. “Cum, my Princess~”

And on cue, the pathetic, helpless, submissive climax hummed and burned through Hellebore’s whole body like a radiant fire, and they squealed and came in a purring inferno of ecstasy.

They bucked and humped, twitched, cried out weakly. Their cries might have been mewls. They felt Catanya kissing their hand again and again, sloppier and more indulgent with each smack of her lips, felt Vesyka grinding and moaning, as Catanya purred thick sweet goopy lusty nonsense praise into their ear—

Hellebore felt the pleasure being milked out of them with sweet, merciless attention, and they couldn't think, couldn't fight, couldn't remember—

—oh—

—OH——

… oh...

Hellebore's muscles went limp, and they—he—collapsed on the bed, sweaty and spent, whimpering in his weakness. Humiliation had his cheeks searing. He felt betrayed by his own body. His own mind. His own heart.

And yet everything still felt so radiant. He could feel the afterglow numbing his mind, and worse still were the goblins’ satisfied moans and coos as they crowded around him, cuddling close and clutching him tight…

“Such a good girl~!” Eneko laid kisses all across his neck, her lips tracing sweet, teasing trails of tingly pleasure down to his throat.

“There's our prettiest princess,” Vesyka whispered. She slowly rose above him until her breasts were directly overhead, giving languid sways.

Hellebore lay there between three voracious goblin maids, lost and limp, struggling to blink away the happy, shameless pleasure glaze.

“How much longer do you think we have?” he dimly heard Catanya murmur to Vesyka.

“Oh, I think least thirty minutes.”

Catanya’s lips parted in a wicked little smirk.

“Purrrfect~”

As Hellebore lay there, scrambling to recover his wits, his self, he dimly noticed Eneko crawling down to the foot of the bed.

Realization of the danger hit him in slow-motion.

“Wait,” he whispered.

“Aww!!”

“Wait,” he whimpered. “N-No—”

“Princess is all sticky!” he heard the catgoblin coo.

Her hot breath made his cock twitch.

“No! No no no, don't, ppleEEE—” Hellebore's voice broke into a squeal as Eneko's tongue darted out and gave his drooling, sensitized tip a tiny little lick. “A-AAAH~!”

Eneko went still. He saw her tip her head to the side, licking her lips. “Wow. That was quite a response, huh~?”

“I!” Hellebore whimpered, gripping the sheets tight enough to start tugging them out from under the mattress. “I—I—”

Eneko gave his cock another lick. Hellebore was ready for it this time, but this one was a little slower, a little wetter, and a humiliating moan rushed out of him all the same as he quivered in place. Wet, dripping pleasure was pouring into his mind faster than he could process it all.

“Uh-huh~?” Eneko giggled. “Do you liiike that?” Lick. Lap. Hellebore trembled, shook, feet kicking weakly. “Or do you just like me calling you Priiiincess~”

Hellebore's voice broke and cracked and burst from them in a truly truly pathetic moan. Hot, oozing pleasure immersed Hellebore’s flagging thoughts as they felt soft, plump lips gently encircle the cock's tip, tongue flicking, swirling, before pulling away with a pop.

“Oh, she's enjoying all of this,” Catanya purred into Hellebore's ear. “Isn't that right, Princess?”

Hellebore mewled weakly. “P-Please,” he whined, “I—s-stop—”

“Look at her blush!”

“Look at that drool.”

“She loooves it~!”

Lick.

“She looks so gorgeous like this.”

Flick.

“Oh, I can't wait to see her with the biggest, dumbest, prettiest smile on her face when all these boy brains are all gone.”

Swirrrl.

“Plll...pleeease...” Hellebore was panting. His tongue was lolling. He'd never begged like this. He’d felt so weak, so pathetic, so helpless.

So meek. So vulnerable. So delicate.

A swarm of butterflies was caught ablaze in his belly.

“Our method’s very simple, Princess.” Catanya's voice thrummed right against his mind, as cozy and soft as a bed of furs. “Why, scientific, even.”

“Wh...” Hellebore bucked hopelessly as Eneko's lips descended around the head of his cock again, smacking wetly, tongue swiiirling...

Catanya’s voice was confident, matter-of-fact. “Our scent around you right now, our musk, is bathing you in pheromones. You’re being immersed within a highly estrogenized environment.” She kissed him on one cheek. Vesyka kissed him on the other. He moaned, feeling his cock twitching, buzzing with pleasure as climax drew nearer and nearer.. “You're probably wondering how you can possibly still be hard so soon after cumming~?”

Hellebore whimpered and bucked, writhed beneath Eneko's expert tongue and plump, supple lips. It hadn't even occurred to him to wonder.

“Well, that's because these aren't boy orgasms you're having, silly.” Catanya giggled. “They're girl orgasms. Once you accept you’re a girl, you’ll only be having orgasms just like this from now on. Lots and lots of them. And surrounded by our musk, they're only going to get more and more intense. It's basic alchemy!”

“Wh... nngh...” Half of it sounded like nonsense, he knew his family would have something to say about it, but it felt so hard to remember just what or why he’d care, and it felt so hard to think about anything but soft lips and swirling tongues and vibrant fuzzy-buzzy purrs...

“And the reason you're having so much trouble thinking of arguments now,” she said sweetly, bringing one hand up to touch his hair, “is that aaaall these fake boy brains are cumming away, and arguing with me is a boy thing.”

Hellebore's breaths felt thick and heavy. He stared up at her, wide-eyed as Eneko's tongue swirled, as she started to take him deeper, immersing his cock in warm, slippery wetness, her throat encircling the tip… his cock was starting to throb faster, faster…

“Girls don't argue with me,” Catanya purred, “because girls know I'm right.”

Her hand descended and began to stroke Hellebore's hair.

Hellebore let out a shaky moan, eyes screwing shut, feeling her fingertips grazing over his scalp... fuck, his hair felt so silky when she touched it like that—

—oh—

—ohfuckohfucknonononono not like thissss—

“Isn't that right, Princess~?”

“I'm cummiiingg~” Hellebore squealed helplessly, and the squeal melted into screams of ecstasy as Eneko took this as cue to double her tongue's efforts around their cock. Gooey pleasure radiated through their captive form with the first breathtaking pulse of pleasure. Hellebore moaned, quivered, eyes opening to meet Catanya's smirking gaze.

“That's right, cutie,” she said matter-of-factly. “Cum all that testosterone away for us~! No more pretending.”

“p-PLEEASE—” Hellebore's voice was shaking almost violently as the second pulse of orgasm shot through them. It felt like a panic attack the way the pleasure wildly rocked their whole helpless body.

Vesyka was covering their face with sweet, sticky kisses, and Catanya's purring was thrumming in their mind hot enough to melt all those fake boy brains into goop, and...

... no, wait, their brains weren't...

... his weren't...

Hellebore blinked rapidly, struggling to recenter as Eneko slowly rose of his cock. The pop of her lips made his efforts stutter briefly. The afterglow was thicker than ever, and the goblins' scents were everywhere, all over him.

He stared up hopelessly at Vesyka’s jiggling breast. It hung above him. So soft. So flawless.

He tried to speak. All that came out was babble.

“Hush, Princess,” he heard Vesyka coo down at him. “Open wide!”

“Wh—”

Vesyka dropped down, and then her nipple was past his lips.

“Mmf~!”

Hellebore was pinned beneath the little goblin girl’s massive tits. Smothered.

And sweet, creamy milk was tricking onto his tongue.

“So cuuute!” Catanya giggled. “Oh, what an adorable girl you are. Now you're really in for it, Princess~”

“Sh—shtpp...”

But the milk tasted like nothing Hellebore had ever tasted before. He managed to meet Vesyka's sly gaze as she smiled down at him, then quickly looked away, terrified she could read his mind.

“There’s soooo much estrogen in breastmilk, you know~”

The milk was so... sweet. Sweet and with a faint fruity tartness, like lemon cream. His head swam as the droplets fell onto his tongue.

There was no escape. No way to pull away. He was trapped. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to fight.

“Go on,” he heard Eneko and Catanya purr as one in his ears. “Suckle like a good Princess.”

No one would know if he just… didn’t try.

Unthinkingly, Hellebore's lips formed an o-shape, and...

Milk trickled onto his tongue as he gave a single experimental suck.

He heard Vesyka let out a moan. It could have been a moo. His heart fluttered, and he gave another suck.

“Oh, good girl~” he heard Vesyka moan. More milk flowed in, sweet and creamy. It was decadent.

He moaned back.

It. It was fine, wasn't it? Everything Catanya said was nonsense. He wasn't a girl. They couldn't... make him a girl with this. It was fine.

“Vesyka’s milk is extra full of estrogen, silly girl. Just for you~! It's gonna make you sooo pretty and soft and weak for us!”

He suckled helplessly, unable to argue. More milk flowed in.

The goblin girls were giggling, cooing. It was humiliating. But it was harmless, wasn’t it? In less than thirty minutes, his rescuers would come, and all this goblin madness would end.

He sucked and licked and drank greedily. Vesyka’s milk tasted so good. He realized he was horribly thirsty, and gulping down this rich, creamy treat felt so easy, so natural…

“Gooooood Princess~“

Hellebore whimpered as he felt softness envelope his cock. Slick, sweaty softness.

Oh, fuck. No, it couldn't be...

He suckled faster, moaning, as twin licks settled upon his throbbing, drooling tip.

In his mind's eye, he knew exactly what was happening.

Eneko and Catanya had settled on either side of his cock.

They’d pressed in close, sandwiching it between their big, fat tits—not as big as Vesyka’s, but still so soft, so jiggly, so firm—

And they’d started taking turns licking it like a lollipop.

And they were starting to bounce. To squish. Giggling, licking and kissing his cock whenever it poked out from within their cleavage...

“Such a good little girl,” he heard Vesyka whisper, and all their purring was resonating right into him, the most intense vibrations against his poor, leaky cock he'd ever felt, and he was crying out softly, clinging tighter to Vesyka—wait, his arms were free, why was he—

“Such a pretty girl~” Catanya sang, planting a big, wet kiss on his cock's tip. His cock dribbled eagerly as he panted, huffed Vesyka's scent, thrust between Catanya’s and Eneko’s sweaty breasts, desperately bucking for more kisses, more licks, more praise, gulping so much milk down— “Such a cute, adorable, precious little Princess for us~”

His cock slid out of Eneko's lips with a pop, and at the sound, at the word, Hellebore came.

The most intense orgasm of Hellebore's life seized their weak little body and wouldn’t let go. It was full-body. They mewled and bucked, feeling their whole essence pulsing, throbbing with bliss, pulse after pulse, wave after wave. Milk gushed down her eager throat as they felt her cock twitch and drool, and the pleasure ran over him again and again like delicate fingertips down their spine…

… endless, eternal…

… only slowly and reluctantly dissolving into a molten pink afterglow…

Hellebore twitched, trembled, and went limp.

Except in one area.

One vulnerable, sensitive area.

“Oh, gosh,” he heard Eneko coo. “She's still soooo hard~”

“Mm, with the potion she's been marinating in for the past few months,” Catanya purred, “we're gonna have her cumming aaall. Night. Long.”

Hellebore stirred weakly. All… night?

He tried to muster alarm at those words. All he managed was a dull, tingling anxiety. It felt so good to keep suckling docilely, and the milk made him feel so calm, so soft, so... passive...

“Mmf,” he moaned in limp, unconvincing protest.

He felt Eneko's lips tickle his ear. “Hush, pretty girl.” The catgoblin stroked his hair tenderly. He cried and bucked at the princessly touch. “We're gonna take good care of you.”

“Just admit it,” Vesyka murmured. He felt her hand reach over and give the breast a hard squeeze, and more milk gushed onto his tongue, and those worries were starting to feel so very distant... “Just admit it, and it's gonna feel so lovely.”

Hellebore wanted to so badly. He wanted to give in. Everything felt so good, the milk tasted so nice, the words were like the sweetest, softest kisses…

It was taking all his will to deny himself this kind of euphoria. It took everything he had to hold it at bay, to hold himself on the edge, and yet still the admission pushed at him, still those forbidden desires clung, clawed, desperate to escape at any cost, no matter what came next...

“Nmmf.” Hellebore forced his head sideways, forced himself to stop clinging to Vesyka. He was panting, breathing in more of their air. His heart was racing.

Vesyka was sliding down off of him once again, sprawling into bed to sandwich him in between her and Eneko.

Hellebore shifted slightly. Reality still felt… gooey, but he dimly registered that nobody was pinning him down anymore. Eneko and Vesyka were mostly just cuddling him, teasing him, drowning him in headpets. It was so much pleasure, but it was also his chance.

And yet seizing it felt like pulling a moon out of the sky.

With some kind of desperate, shame-fueled fire burning inside him, he forced himself to sit up, shutting his eyes against the temptations of the two clingy goblin maids, and wrenched himself free of their grasp before they could tighten their grips.

He knew now that couldn't make it the thirty minutes.

He wouldn't last thirty seconds.

This was wrong. Something was wrong with all of this. His body, his mind, none of it could be trusted if this felt so good. He just had to run. He couldn’t even risk a glance.

He had to get out of here now.

Only… wait. Eneko was on one side. Vesyka was on the other. Where was…?

He felt a plush weight plop right down in his lap.

His eyes flashed open.

Catanya smiled sweetly at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Going somewhere, Princess?” she cooed.

She pressed up against him.

It was like a house of cards toppled by one little blown kiss. Hellebore fell right back between Eneko and Vesyka, letting out a defeated whimper as the pair wasted no time piling onto him and pinning his arms right back down.

Catanya loomed over him, flashing a warm, gleeful grin. Her soft, plush ass squished down against his cock, and he whimpered with hopeless, needy pleasure. It was more sensitive now than ever. Gods, what had they done to it…?

“Everything okay, Princess?” Catanya asked, cocking her head in mock sympathy, pouting those luscious blue lips. She gave her butt a cute little wiggle, let out an impish little giggle. “It sure feels like you're exciiited for this~”

“S-Stop,” he whimpered.

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. “You want me to stop, Princess? Are you sure?”

Wiggle. Grind.

Kisses on either side of his face.

“Please,” he whimpered. “I'm not—I don't—”

“Admit you're a girl.”

He stared up at her, uncomprehending.

Catanya's eyes were half-closed with pleasure as she grinded upon his captive cock. Her ass was even softer than Vesyka's, and she knew exactly how to move to keep him on the edge... “Admit you're a girl, and say you don't want this, and I'll let you go right now.” She giggled. “Actually, better offer: Stop denying it and I'll let you do whatever you want with me.”

Hellebore blinked rapidly. His world swayed, molten and soft, as kisses echoed in his ears.

Catanya's lashes fluttered. “Well? What's it gonna be... Princess~?”

Hellebore felt his heart stop. The world went a deep, pretty, pulsing pink, and suddenly he could hear nothing, could see nothing, could feel nothing except himself and Catanya atop him.

“You c-can't call me that,” he whispered. “I'm not—I’m not a—”

Catanya's eyes gleamed. He watched her slowly rise up, watched her ass sway as his cock sprang free to point right at its target. Too late, Hellebore realized his mistake.

“Not a… what?” she asked softly. Her voice was suddenly as thick and sweet as honey. It stuck to his thoughts, clung to them, gummed them up.

“N-Not—not a—” The air felt gooey. Sticky. Hellebore was panting. He took in a shuddering breath. “A—a—”

No. Stop. No no no don't say it, don't say it—

Catanya licked her lips. “Say it~”

Hellebore let out the breath. On it danced a single word that made his lips pop and his heart flutter.

“P-Princess...”

Their voice sounded wispy and weaker than ever before.

Feminine, even.

Catanya smiled sweetly and cupped her pointy ear. “Sorry, sweetie, what was that?”

This time the word slipped out without thinking. “P-Princess!”

“Again.”

Like a moan. “Princess!”

Hellebore didn't understand what was happening to them. Bubbly pleasure was popping inside them—pleasure that went beyond sexual, pleasure that felt like release, pleasure more intoxicating than any liquor—

“Again~”

“Princess! Princess! PRINCESS—A-AAAH!”

Hellebore squealed as Catanya plunged down and their cock thrust deep inside her. Catanya's moans filled their ears as the smug little goblin girl smirked wickedly down at her. “What are you~?” she asked, her purrs sending overwhelming bliss sparkling straight into Hellebore's big, weak, vulnerable girlcock.

“A Ppriiinceess!”

Catanya started to bounce, eyes alight with hunger. “Good girl,” she cooed.

“I—” Hellebore was drooling, drooling with that word, overcome with pleasure as she bucked and thrusted and she—and they—no, he— “W-Wai... I...”

“Cum for me, Princess~”

“NNNnoooo!”

Hellebore felt the pleasure wrench through her, felt it grab her whole body and shaking her violently, pure bliss puppeting her body into brainless, insensible euphoric surrender and—oh, fuck, she was cumming, she couldn't stop cumming, it was so much, it was too much, it was

everything~

And as she heard Catanya coming to her own moaning orgasm, Hellebore whimpered, cried, and mewled as the last of her fake boy brains spurted out of her dumb, happy, drooly princesscock.

And it felt nice.

It felt... complete.

Like they’d been intruders to begin with.

Her cock twitched once more. Bubbles popped in her brain. She lay there, totally weak. Utterly defeated. She knew everything here was wrong. Wasn't it?

“Gooood girl.”

“N-No,” Hellebore whimpered.

It was supposed to be wrong.

“Don't worry, Princess,” she heard Eneko cooing in her ear. More kisses. Always more kisses. Catanya’s moans continued, so sweet, so beautiful, it felt so good to make her feel good… “You can say ‘no’ as much as you need to.”

“N-No...”

“You can say you don't want this,” Vesyka purred, wrapping her arms around Hellebore tightly. “We know it feels safer.”

“No…”

“It's safe to say no to us~” Eneko wrapped her arms around Hellebore, too. The two goblins clutched Hellebore tightly as Catanya's orgasm above slowly ebbed, those moans slowly fading into pleased purring that made Hellebore's cock start to twitch with revived need… Gods, Catanya was so pretty...

Catanya descended down and nuzzled into the crook of Hellebore's neck. “Because we promise to ignore all of it~” she cooed, stroking under Hellebore's chin.

“Noooo,” Hellebore moaned, shivering and clinging desperately to the little goblin. “No, no, no...”

“There's a good girl~” she felt Catanya purr into her ear. “There's our good Princess.”

Hellebore whimpered, babbling out more no's, and felt her cock giving way to another little tingling orgasm, dribbling weakly into Catanya. But there were no fake boy brains left to cum away. She just trembled in bliss, in relief, in weakness and need.

Vesyka kissed her on the cheek. “How about Elle for now, Princess?”

“N-No,” Elle whined, nodding eagerly, “I—I can't—”

“Aww, sounds good, Princess Elle!” Eneko giggled. “You have such a pretty name~!”

Elle clung to Catanya even tighter, babbling desperate, hopeless, adoringly grateful denials.

“How long do we have?” she heard Catanya say softly.

“Ten minutes, if we're being careful. Which we probably should be. She gave such cuuute, loud moans.”

ELle was only half-paying attention right now—she was too pleasuredrunk, too lost in happy hazy molten golden afterglow. But she felt her cheeks heating up at the teasing tone in Catanya’s voice.

“Think that's enough time to get her cleaned up?”

“Well, the driver said he'd try to linger as long as he could.”

“What a sweetie~” Catanya giggled. Elle felt her rise up, releasing Elle's weak, drooling cock at last. “We should probably play it safe, though. She'll just have to smell like goblin musk and girlcum for a while, I guess~!” Elle moaned as she felt Catanya's lips on hers, and she mindlessly, eagerly assented, returning the kiss and letting another happy girl orgasm pulse through her body. “I kinda like her this way, honestly.”

The goblin girls all giggled. Elle giggled, too, understanding vaguely that she was being made fun of a little but suddenly just so happy to be included with the other girls.

“Aw, be nice, Catanya.” Vesyka's fingers ran through Elle’s hair. The Princess moaned with delight and rubbed against Vesyka’s hand. “She's going to be awfully embarrassed when the glow wears off. No need to twist the knife.”

“I am being nice! You saw her. She likes when I tease her~”

The goblin girls were hopping out of bed and bustling about. Dimly, Elle was conscious of Eneko grabbing a pile of clothes nearby—it looked like a housekeeper's uniform—and Vesyka starting to pile things around the place into a large rucksack.

Catanya stayed with Elle, though, holding her tightly as if she might drift away. The goblin’s purrs filled everything, and briefly, they were everything to Elle.

“It's okay, sweetie,” she heard Catanya murmur right in her ear. Catanya tenderly caressed her cheek. “Didn’t we say how loyal we are to our Princess? You trust us, don't you?”

Elle hesitated. Her head was still swirling, and a horrible, anxious, shame-ridden reality was starting to trickle back in.

But awareness of shame and duty and indignity was no longer alone in her mind. Awareness of other things was there to stay.

She had never felt so cozy and at ease and… safe.

She still couldn’t bring herself to say yes. But she gave a meek nod.

Catanya's head lifted, and her eyes met Elle's with a deep, simmering intensity. Her voice oozed lust and desire and possessive affection, but also a fiery determination that set Elle’s heart aflutter.

“Then we are getting our Princess out of here.”