The Princess’ Tower

Chapter 1

Deep within the blasted guts of the Sphere of Miasma, a crumbling stone tower holds the most perfect, beautiful princess in all the mortal world! Thankfully, Princess Charity's saviour has almost reached her! No knight is as admiring of the Princess' otherworldly grace and charm as Elsie, a centaur who has galloped across the demonic plains to rescue her. All she has to do is survive the desolate landscape, the roving monsters... and Princess Charity's kidnapper, a smug, sultry succubus, who insists on riding along with the centaur... and making the noble knight's thick, twitching shame leak a trail of yellowy precum all the way to the tower. But surely Elsie's devotion to chivalry outweighs her devotion to making her enormous, flared cock feel good, right?~

It does not matter how long you lock a princess away in a dark, brooding tower. No matter how jaded she may become, how disillusioned she is that nobody has come to rescue her, and how depressed she is trapped in a tiny, lacy, plush, agonisingly comfortable prison. Whether she has spent an entire decade praying for help with no answer, taken to drinking her way through her mid-thirties in miserable virginal isolation, or even sunk to the level of giving smouldering looks to her captors in the vain hope of sullying her princesshood in exchange for a dirty, impure freedom, there is one sound that will always fill her heart with hope and joy… the clatter of hooves, echoing distantly across the desolate lands that house her prison. A noble knight, coming to save her.

Lady Elsie Messara was, admittedly, maybe not the spitting image of what would leap to a princess’ mind when she dared to dream that rescue was imminent. For one thing, she didn’t have a horse; the hooves which clip-clopped across the dark, blasted stone of the Sphere of Miasma were her own. While she was wearing shining plate armour, its mirror-shine was dulled by days of dust and dirt, and by the Sphere’s stormy skies, with clouds of smoke so thick they were almost black, penetrated only by the distant red sun. The armour’s shape was unique to her, stretching below her waist to cover her chestnut-coloured flanks, strapped in place with thick leather that also held her near two-meter sword, not to mention the saddlebags in which she kept her own supplies.

Indeed, Elsie was a centaur, the only one to be knighted in living memory, and only because no human knight could hope to reach the centre of the Sphere of Miasma on foot to rescue the fair Princess Charity, and no steed could be compelled to cross the convergence gate from the Prime Sphere to demonic Miasma. No steed, but Elsie.

Elsie’s constitution was hardy; the rough terrain was no match for her stamina, and she easily subsisted on only the meagre rations she had packed in her saddlebags in the face of the paucity of plant life in the hellish Sphere. Were it not for the more supernatural properties of the Sphere of Miasma, it might almost have been too easy for Elsie to accomplish her goal.

“You know, little horsey, you really should stop for a rest. Want me to help you… unload, Elsie dearest?~” A soft voice, deep and sultry, tickled Elsie’s ear, and she struggled not to shiver… and to ignore the heavy, throbbing pulse from down below.

Unfortunately, those supernatural properties were near-lethal to a woman like Elsie.

Elsie grunted, and didn’t respond to the babbling of the insolent woman, who was riding side-saddle on her back. Speaking to her was a waste of time, and the tower was in sight!

The woman- demon, succubus, whatever- had haunted Elsie’s footsteps since she had first stepped through the grimy, overgrown convergence gate through which Princess Charity had been carried a little under a month ago. It was this woman’s forces who had executed the kidnapping; Mia of the Smother, a low-grade Baroness of the Sphere of Miasma, beneath anyone’s notice as simply a sex pest imp before that fateful act.

Elsie was certainly noticing her now. The demon’s wine-red skin was barely obscured by a ridiculously flimsy black dress, with a slit running so high up each side of the lower portion that it was almost closer to a tabard than a skirt. She was wearing absolutely nothing underneath it; out of the corner of her eye, Elsie could spy her nipples, each poking obscenely through the dark material, which was already strained by her generously proportioned tits. Mia spotted Elsie staring, and put a little wiggle in her chest.

Elsie tore her gaze away, blushing, fast enough that she didn’t see Mia smirking… but the accompanying giggle still caused a twitch somewhere indecent.

She felt Mia adjusting herself, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and tried desperately to do anything but picture the demon’s no-doubt smooth, puffy red cunt, separated from the open air a garment that could be disturbed by a stiff breeze.

Not that there were stiff breezes in the Sphere of Miasma. The air was heavy, stagnant. Scents lingered for hours. Like, for example, the scent wafting from between Elsie’s legs…

“You know, dear horsey, it really is rather bad for you to push yourself so much. You haven’t slept in almost a day, I can hear your stomach growling, and… well. I can smell the other need you’ve been neglecting~”

Hh.

The neglected need twitched violently. Something sticky and pearly dribbled from its end, splattering against the rocky ground… and Elsie’s front legs. The centaur felt sweat beading her forehead.

“Sh-shut up…” Elsie’s voice was soft. Gods, it wasn’t fair how Mia could just… whisper in her ear like that. She wasn’t used to it at all, and it cut right through all of her defenses. Allowing someone to be in such a position, to ride a centaur was perhaps not a sexual act, but it was certainly a deeply intimate one, that required a strong bond of trust, a confidence that the centaur would not be taken advantage of, or even bridled like a mere steed. Suffice to say, Mia had not developed that bond with Elsie. And yet, the shifting weight of the demon on her lower half, the crush of her soft breasts against Elsie’s back, and her sultry, treacherous voice dripping sweet poison into Elsie’s ear still reduced her to a quivering mess every time the foul creature chose to manifest herself there.

The first few times, Elsie had reared back and thrown her off, but she had long since stopped bothering. Mia always just reappeared anyway.

Of course, she’d never admit it, but there were other reasons she was so reluctant to discourage Mia…

On some level, Elsie knew that this was the Sphere of Miasma messing with her head. She had been warned before she set out; the thick, heavy atmosphere that pervaded the plane was not mere smoke or brimstone; it could hardly be mistaken as such anyway. It was dense, certainly, but cloying too, almost unbearably sweet, with a thick, musky undertone that left Elsie just a little lightheaded every time she inhaled it. There was no defence against the pheromones which blanketed every inch of the Sphere of Miasma; they simply had to be endured.

And Elsie had endured it, for a near fortnight now. No matter how much her breasts ached, how overcome with filthy, degenerate fantasies about the pretty maids or cute stablehands back home she became, and no matter how much eighteen inches of twitching, horsemeat, as thick as a human arm and practically steaming even in the humid air demanded attention and relief, the knight’s resolve remained ironclad. To give in would afford the demons of the Sphere permission to take her as their toy; indeed, that was the contract all who entered this realm signed simply by crossing through the convergence gate.

“Come onnnn… I promise I won’t make you cum. It’d be too disappointing if you broke before you even reached your beloved princess. I just want to… touch you a little, y’know? I’ve never been with a horsey-girl in all my centuries, so I’m just a little curious~” Mia cooed.

Elsie gasped, and was then immediately overcome with a shot of deep shame as she realised just how badly Mia’s objectifying remark had gotten her. Ugh, it wasn’t fair, she was the first centaur to be knighted in the kingdom’s history! How could she allow herself to get turned on from such remarks?

“I s-said, silence, succubus,” Elsie just about managed to push the words out from between gritted teeth. Fuck. It wasn’t just pulses and little shocks anymore. Elsie had already been half hard, which was bad enough, but thanks to Mia’s latest round of teasing she was now almost completely erect! Elsie picked up speed, cantering across the rocky landscape, as if that would get her any further away from the demon currently treating her as a personal steed. Her hooves echoed in the barren wastes.

“Uh huh, yeah, you’d like that, right? If I stopped teasing you, it wouldn’t sting your noble knightly honour,” her tone was especially cruel and mocking there, “when I catch you sneaking peeks at my tits, and rightly call you a depraved little pervert!”

Elsie squeezed her eyes shut. Gods be damned, this demon was frustrating-

“Better for you if I were just to let you ogle me in silence, right? That’s probably what you’d prefer, I’m sure you’re used to those silent, unmoving artificial cunts they keep in the stables at- hey, HEY! Watch out!” Mia’s voice was suddenly uncharacteristically panicky, and Elsie skidded to a halt. The deceleration pushed Mia against Elsie’s back, and a sudden, treacherous urge to remove the plate armour on her back so the demon’s tits could press against it rose in her. Elsie fought it down… and took stock of the situation.

The tower was so close that Elsie could pick out the shoddy brickwork (it had clearly been assembled in a hurry by Mia’s minions). It wasn’t terribly tall, and the cylindrical shape was… rough, to say the least. A single door stood at the bottom, unguarded.

Between Elsie and the tower was a steep slope, one which she had just almost cantered off the top of with her eyes shut. It was rocky, but didn’t actually look that dangerous.

“Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. Just pick your way down carefully, and you’ll be fine, yes?” Mia asked curiously, mirroring Elsie’s own thoughts. Still, she folded her arms, and turned back to look at the demon suspiciously. “What are you up to?”

Were it not for the twin horns thrusting dramatically upward from above Mia’s innocent expression, Elsie would almost have believed it.

“Me? What are you talking about?” Mia asked, her voice dripping with sincerity. Elsie’s eyes narrowed.

“That was the first remotely useful or helpful thing you’ve said after almost two weeks of antagonising me,” Elsie replied. Mia shrugged, reaching down to rummage carelessly in Elsie’s saddlebags. The centaur sighed, but did not waste her energy objecting, as Mia extracted one of Elsie’s only remaining apples. She took a bite.

“Mmm, this is good! And unbruised, despite all that time in your saddlebags!” Mia shrugged as she took another mouthful of juicy flesh. Elsie tried not to focus on the way the juice ran down her chin. “And I would very much like to remain like this apple-” the demon continued, “- unbruised. Is it really so hard to believe that I might be a little less of a tease when my own safety is on the line? Besides, I know there’s no point trying to convince you to find a safer way down. Your goal is in sight! At this point I’m just along for the ride.”

Elsie was shocked. It wasn’t just that Mia wasn’t being a teasing bitch, she actually sounded sulky, verging on defeated! Her heart fluttered with excitement, and without even replying Elsie crested the ridge, and started picking her way down the slope.

Very, very quickly, she realised her mistake.

The slope was not dangerous. Mia had been right; Elsie could pick her way down it perfectly safely as long as she was slow and careful. But to get over the debris and rocks, Elsie had to pick her legs up, her cantering almost breaking into a hop, and the up-and-down motion produced-

Thwack.

Hhhhh. M-movement…

Elsie’s breath quickly became strained, not from exertion, but from brain-fogging arousal, as her leaking, understimulated prick smacked weightily against her underside over and over again, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through the knight’s body…

“Hmmm? Whatever could that sound be? Sounds… heavy,” Mia giggled, her tone back to its usual, impish self. Elsie would have glared at the demon, only she couldn’t take her eyes off the path, and she also wasn’t sure she could wipe the look of panting, open-mouthed need off her face.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Elsie groaned. Even by centaur standards, the unwieldy heft of her cock was abnormal, and it had always embarrassed her to know that she fulfilled all the whispered stereotypes about her people, and then some. Even moreso now, as the hot, twitching mass seemed to insistently poke at her, a glaring weakness in her resolve as a knight of the realm.

N-no… I have to remain strong… f-for… Princess Charity…

“Princess Charity, huh? I knowwww, I’d be devoted to her too, in your shoes, ah, horseshoes that is,” Mia cooed, and Elsie realised with a start that she had become so aroused that her thoughts were now readable to the demon. She cursed inwardly.

“Language, dear!” Mia laughed cruelly. “Look, I’m not judging you! How could you not like the princess? I mean, you’ve seen her, right? She’s like… the platonic ideal of what a dainty, graceful, refined princess should be! Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m sexier, but there’s a certain grace and charm to that slight build, small chest, long frame, soft features… that kindly smile, that her radiant, giving personality may even have seen fit to turn on a lowly centaur like yourself…~”

Elsie’s breath hitched. The princess’ smile… indeed, she had felt it turned on her before… kind and beautiful, and-

“Hahaha! Oh my gods, are you seriously most turned on thinking about her smile? What a pervert. I wonder if that’s why you’re on this quest. Do you looooove her?~”

Elsie would have squeezed her eyes shut if she hadn’t been navigating such- thwack­- gghhhh… d-dangerous terrain. Of course she loved the princess, as all good subjects would! But she had no expectations about this quest. A token of Her Highness’ gratitude might be nice, but Elsie had no illusions about what a lowly knight such as herself might be offered. Certainly not her lips. Certainly not her hand. Certainly not her… her…

“Wow. You’re really thinking about the princess’ cunt?”

Elsie didn’t reply, but that was ok. The thick splatter of her precum, pumped out at the vocalisation of her most filthy desire, was answer enough.

“Hey. I’ve seen it, you know. Want me to describe it?” Mia asked, her tone veering from teasing into pure evil now. She didn’t wait for an answer. “You’d think she’d keep it nice and smooth, but her highness is a little unkempt down there, if anything. I suppose with all the time she spends organising logistics, hearing petitions, and interceding on behalf of the kingdom’s most powerless, she hasn’t the time to spend on vanity.”

Elsie’s nostrils flared, as her cock continued its rhythmic, maddeningly unstimulating smacks against her undercarriage. She could just picture it. A thick, sweaty bush hidden under the graceful skirts… the smell would be so unladylike… Her Highness’ face would be beet-red with embarrassment, whispering an apology for the state of her, before Elsie stroked her hair, and told her it was ok, that really, it was nothing compared to the fat smelly thing hanging beneath the knight, and the princess certainly didn’t seem to mind the scent of that-

“Heyyy, Elsie… we left the rock field a little while ago. You know you can just canter normally now, right?~”

Elsie froze. Mia was right- they were on flat terrain now, practically at the foot of the tower, so close they were among the leftover construction materials. Gods, she had been so unfocused… or rather, so focused on something other than her mission. With great reluctance, Elsie steadied her pace. Her cock throbbed insistently, and she tried to shake off the feeling of frustration. The imagined kind words of Princess Charity echoed in her head, making it hard to move on from her arousal-

“God, that thing fucking reeks. You’re lucky I offered to touch it earlier, y’know? No other woman is going to want that thing near them,” Mia teased, and Elsie groaned as the demon’s real cruelty cut to the quick of her just as surely as the princess’ imagined kindness. “Oh, by the way…”

Mia draped herself over Elsie’s back, hands over her shoulders, and the centaur shuddered at the closeness… and at what was held in front of her. The apple Mia had been eating before, with two bites taken out of it by the demon.

“It was cruel of me to just steal your supplies like that. Do you want some?~”

Elsie licked her lips involuntarily. She… fuck…

The apple was stained black with Mia’s lipstick, and the juices were surely mixed with her spit.

“Come on, horseeeyyy, take a bite of the treat your rider is offering you!~”

God it was fucking degrading. But… but…

She shouldn’t waste food, right? Elsie was as far from civilisation as she could get… so it only made sense to… let Mia feed her-

Elsie grunted at the taste of the fruit. God, she could taste Mia’s saliva…

“You want some more? I’d be happy to smooch you aaaaaall you want, horsey~”

“F-fuck offfff…” Elsie grunted through a mouthful of forbidden fruit.

“Fine, fine, I can see you’re not in the mood for kissing… let’s do something else~”

Suddenly, the weight of Mia disappeared from Elsie’s back. It was a surprising relief- briefly. Elsie realised that, in the blink of an eye, Mia had positioned herself on a pile of leftover brickwork.

On all fours.

While slipping her dress aside.

No need to imagine now; Elsie got an eyeful of the real thing, Mia’s dripping, demonic cunt thrust carelessly toward her.

“Come onnn… I think you can get your hooves onto the ledge here~” Mia’s tone was so… enticing… fuck-

“I-I… I won’t fall for your tricks, foul temptress…” Elsie gasped. Mia was right between her, and the door at the base of Princess Charity’s tower. “I sh-shan’t have my will broken, nor my chastity taken, by a demon of all things…”

“Ooooh, hurtful!~” Mia replied, wiggling her soft, jiggling ass in a way that made Elsie’s horsemeat throb. “But like I said… I’m not gonna make you cum this soon. That would be so boring. Just… use me to take the edge off a little before you meet the princess. Don’t think of it as sex, or even popping your cherry! I’m sure you’re saving that for a special someone~”

Elsie grimaced, knowing full well that every depraved image of Princess Charity flashing through her mind right now was fully visible to the demon. Gods, she hated what this place had done to her, how it had twisted her pure love of the kingdom’s prize jewel into… this…

“Sooo, just think of it as using one of those milking machines in the palace stables!~”

Gods Elsie hated that thinking about those soft, squishy artificial cunts got her going…

She should have said no. Should have marched right past the arrogant demon bitch and entered the tower where Princess Charity was no doubt awaiting her.

And instead she cursed herself for her weakness as she reared back and positioned herself over Mia, the demon giving a shocked giggle as Elsie’s front hooves landed with a thump-thump in front of her. Ugh, she was getting a real sick thrill out of this…

Elsie groaned, her cock, already slick with precum, resting heavily on Mia’s back, no doubt staining her dress.

“Ugh, that thing is enormous… probably for the best you just leave it to me, it’d break a sweet little thing like the princess~”

“Sh-shut… up… d-don’t talk about… H-Her Highness…” Elsie gasped, rocking back and forth, grinding her prick against Mia. She couldn’t see what was going on underneath her, and her patience was fraying the more turned on she got.

“Why not? I know you liiiiike her~” Mia giggled. “Buuuuuut… she can’t give you this~”

Elsie’s powerful hips twitched, and she felt a line of drool running down her chin, as she felt the demon’s lithe fingers wrapping around her cock… and guiding it, until the length of it was sliding against something soft, wet, and hot.

“Ready, my sweet little horsey?~” Mia asked mockingly. Elsie’s brain was almost totally empty now. She wasn’t present enough to realise that the demon wouldn’t be able to see her nod (although Mia still had access to her thoughts, so it worked out for her). All she could think about was thrusting forward, finally putting this fucking demon in her place, taking out almost a month of pent-up tension caused by the teasing succubus-!

“Ah! Elsie! Is that you?”

Elsie froze. A soft, lilting, sing-songy voice drifted down through the stagnant air, from the very top of the tower. It was… it was…

“P-princess Charity…?” Elsie asked, cringing as she looked upward, expecting to see sweet, soft features creased by disappointment and disgust. She hadn’t even realised that the princess knew her name, and now this sordid display would be forever associated with it!

But instead, she only saw the brickwork of the tower, and a thick, almost opaque window, opened a bare crack.

“Oh, thank the gods! I can’t see very well from up here, the windows are frosted and don’t open very far, but I recognised your silhouette as soon as I saw it, and your wonderful voice too!”

Elsie was already flushed, of course, but her cheeks burned so hard they practically stung. The princess found her voice… wonderful…?

“U-um! I shall be with you presently, Your Highn-EEP!” That wonderful voice was strained with tension and embarrassment as Mia, clearly growing bored, rolled her hips back… and with a smoothness that betrayed the supernatural nature of her humanoid frame, pressed the tip of Elsie’s cock right against her cunt, close enough that their juices were already mixing. Fuck, just one movement, and Elsie could-!

“Are you quite alright, Elsie? You’re making such distressed noises! Oh gosh, I don’t think I saw any guards out there, but I shouldn’t have distracted you! Please, be safe!”

Elsie barely heard her. Her eyes rolled up in her head, as she was almost totally overwhelmed by thoughts of her cock finally, finally, getting the treatment it fucking deserved. “I-I… I…”

“What’s the matter, ‘noble knight’?” hissed Mia from beneath her, her own voice breathy as she clearly enjoyed the anticipation of being stretched by Elsie. “Your princess is right there… go to her~”

Fuck. Fuck. Elsie’s nuts churned. Her cock ached. Almost a month of chastity had been torture for the stallion. Her resolve was finally at its limits…

“I cannot see what you are facing, but I shall wait for you here, Elsie… I have no doubt at all that irregardless of the challenge, you will come for me!”

Elsie clenched her fists… and, slowly, dismounted from Mia, suppressing a whimper as her aching cock slid along the demon’s smooth back. The princess… believed in her… Elsie couldn’t let her down…

“Ugh, so much for that dress, ruined for nothing…” Mia grumbled to herself, examining the yellowy stains in the black fabric. She was behind Elsie now as the centaur stumbled over to the tower door in a haze. “Fine, fine, I’ll let you have your… reunion. I suppose your love for that insufferable little whelp really is enough for your resolve… for now, anyway~”

Elsie’s head was too fried to re-engage. She pushed on the door, and stepped into the tower.