Chapter 2

The door was unlocked, and unguarded. Even in her cock-brained haze, this bothered Elsie. She considered drawing her sword, but the enormous cavalry blade would have been useless in the tiny, cramped stairway anyway; she nickered to herself in frustration, and settled for her knife instead.

She needn’t have bothered. The worst enemy Elsie encountered as she ascended the tower was the difficulty she had climbing the stairs, her enormous equine frame chafed by the rough brickwork. That demon really had cheaped out on this place, which frustrated Elsie more than it should have. Honestly, was Her Highness really not worth a little more class? Kidnapping her was abominable on its face, naturally, but she deserved far better than these shoddy quarters!

No matter. Elsie would rescue her soon! And the ascent was at least short. Finally, Elsie arrived at the tower’s only landing, right at the top. She took a moment to compose herself, and then…

“P-Princess Charity! Your Highness! Are you… are you in there?”

“Ah, Elsie!! I’m so happy… hhh… to hear your voice! I knew you’d best whatever beastly foe caught you in an engagement out there!” The princess’ voice was undulled by a month of captivity and the thickness of the door, as clear and beautiful as a stream in spring. Elsie fought down the flutter in her heart, and tried not to think about how different her tone might be if Her Highness understood the nature of the… ‘engagement’

“Th-thank you, my lady! Your faith in me is so v-very appreciated…”

Not to mention misplaced~ added a nasty little voice in the back of Elsie’s head that sounded disturbingly like Mia. Elsie shuddered. Even when she wasn’t present, the demon could drip poison in her ear.

“Sh-shall I come in, Your Highness?” Elsie asked, shaking her head to banish the foul thoughts.

“Um! Glad as I am to hear your voice Elsie, you cannot come in just yet, give me a moment to-”

Elsie was usually the sort of competent, measured, and calm person who would have heard Princess Charity out before rearing back as far as she could in the tiny space, and smashing her hooves into the door with all her might, fearing that her beloved- uh, her nation’s beloved princess was trapped!

Nothing could have been further than the truth. Elsie didn’t just knock the door over, she disintegrated it, the ancient wood exploding beneath her hooves!

“I-it’s ok, Princess! I shall free you at- aa-aaaahhhh!!” Elsie squealed, covering her eyes and blushing bright red… as she came face to face with an equally flushed Princess Charity, splayed back on a shabby four-poster bed that had just about been squished into the tiny room she had been crammed into for the past month. The Princess’ legs were spread, her skirts were hitched up… and her hand was between her legs. For the split second Elsie had been able to see it, it had been working furiously, up and down the length of her drooling slit. Her usually silky, resplendent hair fanned back, messy and tangled, and the smell that hit Elsie wasn’t what she had expected at all, something sharp and sweaty and… dirty.

“E-Elsie!! Um! I’m, I… p-please, uncover your eyes, it’s quite… um… alright…” the princess stuttered. There was a swish of fabric, and she was decent again, but Elsie still found it hard to make eye contact with Her Highness. To not stare at the thin strings of juices still connecting her fingers. “I-I apologise, for, i-interrupting-” Elsie started.

“Nono, Elsie, it is I who must apologise!” Princess Charity cut across her, hopping to her feet and rushing over to the flustered knight, who only became more flustered when she realised that despite the princess’ stature, Elsie was still tall enough to be able to stare right down the dark valley of her cleavage in the ragged dress she wore! “It was… unbecoming of me, to allow you to see me in such a state. I hope you will forgive me, it is just… this place… the demonic aura of it… a-and… the one who kidnapped me…” Princess Charity shuddered. “It has taken such a toll on me that I have… forgotten myself, and what is appropriate for a woman of my stature.”

The bitter, regretful tone of Princess Charity’s voice cut through to Elsie. Gods, and she had thought her own… difficulties resisting the Sphere of Miasma’s influence had been bad. But at least Elsie was used to the tugging, throbbing need between her legs, to the knowledge that on some level, she was a low, dirty pervert. For Her Highness to endure such indignity, alone, in the middle of an enemy land…

Elsie smiled broadly. “Of course, my lady! I understand completely! This place is… well, it’s not exactly fit for mortals. I completely understand that any… lapses in your propriety are not at all your fault!”

Princess Charity gave Elsie a shy look, settling back on the edge of her bed. “You are as generous as always, Lady Knight. I confess, I am… most glad that it is you who has come for me. I know we are perhaps not… close… but I feel I would not have gotten such sympathy from one of our more seasoned knights. You have always had that quiet kindness to you, that I have come to rely on, in part…”

Elsie’s cheeks flushed. She knew what Her Highness was referring to, but it felt crass to interrupt her when she was being so vulnerable.

“Whenever my duties became too much for me, whenever the parade of suitors and petitioners drove me to my breaking point, I would retreat to the stables… and when I did, I would always find the doors unlocked, and the back room quiet. You never bothered me, never pried into my matters, never even acknowledged my presence. You left me alone so that the soft, earthy smells, objectionable as some might find them, could bring me back to myself. Thank you for that, Elsie,” Princess Charity’s voice was pure and sweet and genuine, and it was everything Elsie had ever wanted to hear from her. The knight nickered, her nerves kicking in now.

“A-ah… you flatter me, Your Highness… truthfully, I never did realise if you noticed that I was… um… doing all of that…”

Princess Charity’s laugh was divine. Shivers ran from the base of Elsie’s neck to her tail.

“Elsie, you silly thing! You left snacks and wine in the back room for me, all wrapped up tight to ensure they didn’t get dirty! How could I not notice?”

Now it was Elsie’s turn to come over all shy. “O-of course, Highness… I would do anything, if it meant comforting you…”

The princess’ laughter died. There was a moment of pregnant silence, the heavy, humid air in the room pressing down on the women. Without conversation to distract her, Elsie once again became cognisant that the thick, tangy scent in the air was the princess’ sweat, and… and…

The juices from lying spread-legged, bucking her pretty little hips into her own hand?~

Fucking demon. Elsie took a shuddering breath as she tried to keep her composure, trying to banish the recollection of Her Highness’… womanhood. Elsie had always imagined it (not that she imagined so in a perverted manner!) that it would be soft and smooth, like the material of the breeding mounts in the stables (not that she would ever think of Princess Charity in such a position, trussed up and whining and…!). But instead, a month without her handmaidens to attend to her needs had left the princess’ cunt sweaty, with thick dark hairs running up and to her bully-button, a completely obscene sight on a woman so graceful and beautiful, and so so so lurid-

Elsie all but smacked herself in the face. Mia’s phantom voice was as insidious as ever, a single sentence planting the seed of so many awful, indecent thoughts.

But even the demon’s most lascivious teasing had nothing on the way Princess Charity’s next utterance made Elsie’s cock, still shamefully half-hard, jump.

“Um. Elsie. You said before, that you had… s-similar difficulties to my own.” The princess’ tone had changed entirely. It was halting, shaky, and… excited. Elsie felt her heart begin to race, but answered dutifully nonetheless.

“I. Uh. Y-yes, Your Highness. Forgive me if that was inappropriate to say, I just… wanted you to know you weren’t alone-”

“N-no, not at all!” Charity practically yelped. “In fact… I so appreciate the honesty, Elsie. And um… I wanted to… ask a favour of you, if you please.” Princess Charity was not holding Elsie’s gaze; her emerald-green eyes dragged their way down the knight’s body.

“I… am at your disposal, Highness…” Elsie breathed.

“Then… m-may I see the source of these… difficulties? Um. Just so that I feel less… alone, in my struggles?” Princess Charity asked. Her makeup, smudged and cakey from sweat, was further marred by the stream of drool running down her chin.

This was a terrible idea.

This is an excellent idea~

It… it wasn’t appropriate…

Anything is appropriate, if it is to satisfy Her Highness…~

A noble knight like Elsie could never… never accept…

There’s no way a dumb breeding stud like you could ever decline~

Elsie blinked. Looked down at Princess Charity.

Smiled again.

“O-of course, Highness… p-please do not judge me too harshly, the trip has been long and my endurance is… reaching its limits.” Charity barely seemed to hear Elsie, on her knees beneath her in a flash… her hot little breaths already enough to start drawing the knight’s thick, brutal length back to full mast.

“Nnhhh… so this is what I could smell… I’ve never seen one so… ngh… close…”

Elsie shivered. She could see, in the room’s full-length mirror, the weight of her cock jiggling, no doubt enticingly in front of Princess Charity’s pretty, perfect face, currently slack with lust…

“Lady Knight… u-um… m-may I… touch it? Just to… um… so I can understand…”

The pretence was as flimsy as the princess’ lacy gloves, and Elsie would have refused if a single cell in her brain was occupied with anything but thoughts of smearing Princess Charity’s makeup across her pretty face with the tip of her hardening, leaking cock, a mark of ownership on the perfect princess the entire kingdom of Mercel worshipped…

“Ghh… y-yes, please- um, I mean, by all means, Highness…”

Elsie expected the light, dainty touch of royal fingers on her sensitive meat, jittery with trepidation and shame. Instead, she let out an utterly unseemly squeal as Princess Charity took her firmly in her hands, the silk of her sweaty, soiled gloves nonetheless soft and smooth as she worked her hands up and down, leaving Elsie totally stiff in moments.

“A-ah! H-Highness! Um, I- gghh!!”

“S-sorry, Elsie… I just… god it’s so hot… I-I can feel it through my gloves…” Charity gasped.

There had never before and never would be again a knight of the realm with the utterly unbreakable composure of Lady Elsie. Of course, there was absolutely no way she could have said a word to stop the princess, no way she could have pulled away in a desperate attempt to save both of their dignity. Nobody could have, in her horseshoes.

But what Elsie did do was stand very still, her fists clenched, her forehead beaded with sweat, and barely manage not to wreck the throat of the pretty, perfect princess she so adored… even as her ministrations escalated. The firm grip of her dainty fingers was soon augmented by soft, delicate smooches, and out of the corner of her eye in the mirror, Elsie could see the pink lipstick marks peppered generously up and down her length.

The first lick nearly broke her.

When Princess Charity went further, trailing her soft, hot little tongue the entire length of Elsie’s cock, the knight barely managed to whimper out a “Y-your Highness… p-please…” as her body finally betrayed her, thick ropes of clear, pearly precum shooting from the end of her cock… directly onto Princess Charity’s face.

Some splattered on her face, of course, but plenty of it drooled into her open mouth, briefly silencing the brain-dead grunts and moans she had been reduced to letting out as she worshipped the lowly knight’s cock.

Elsie felt a split second of panic almost penetrate the haze of two straight weeks of being trapped in the Sphere of Miasma (surely only the Sphere, it was the Sphere, it had to be!) as she realised she had defiled the princess with her disgusting, smelly precum! It was almost enough to reset her brain, to bring her sense of duty and chivalry roaring to the fore once again…

And then there was soft whoosh of demonic magic, a weight on her back, and Elsie whimpered as she recognised the feeling of thick, black-painted lips brushing against her ear.

“My my, who needs all those handmaidens to make Her Highness up? You’ve painted her so beautifully all by yourself, Lady Knight~”

“Sh-shut up…” Elsie gasped, desperately hoping Princess Charity wouldn’t notice her supposed saviour conversing with her captor. “D-don’t… say such things about… the princess… you’ve done enough to hurt her already…”

Mia giggled, wrapping her arms around Elsie’s stock-still shoulders, her languid form draped easily over the unthinkably tense centaur. “Hmm? What are you babbling about, my dear innocent, sweet, stupid horsey? This whore couldn’t be happier, unless you finally threw away all those pesky morals and fucked her as hard as she deserves~”

That got Elsie’s blood pumping, wrath briefly overtaking lust as she entertained the thought of rearing back and smashing Mia against the low ceiling of the squat, cramped, sweaty bedchamber the demoness had dared to ensconce her highness in!

The only thing that saved Mia from death by enraged horsey was a thick, wet sound from below Elsie… which the knight realised was the princess.

Swallowing.

Not even choking down the thick, smelly pre, but instead swallowing it easily. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she sighed, dreamily, and murmured, “Ahhh… it tastes as good as I remember…”

"A-as you... remember...?" Elsie asked, suddenly feeling faint. Princess Charity squeaked, seemingly brought back to reality as she realised what she'd just said. "Oh! No, Lady Knight, I simply... um..." She shuffled backward, still on her knees, staring up beseechingly at Elsie with her eye makeup running in twin streams of black down her cheeks. The centaur suppressed a grunt as the sight sent a pulse through her, and her cock splattered even more pre all over the floor.

"Ask her what she means~" Mia snickered. The Princess didn't react to the demon's words, nor did she look at her, her gaze fixed solely on Elsie. Mia must have been choosing not to appear to her.

"I... P-Princess, what are you... what do you..." Elsie's head was spinning. Her cock pulsed insistently. Nothing the Princess said was making sense.

"Awwww, my poor horsey is too dick-brained to talk properly, huh? That's okaaaay, I can help!" whispered Mia. "Just say what I say, ok? Mouth along as if they're your own words~"

Bad idea. That was... such a bad...

"Priiiiiiiiiiincess, whatever could-"

"- you mean by that? D-do you mean you've tasted centaur pre... b-before?"

Elsie shuffled uncomfortably, breaking eye contact briefly. “I-I just... when... oh please, Elsie, I must... I must swear you to secrecy, please, I... I've never told anyone about this..."

Gods she looked so vulnerable. Even now, lipstick smeared from where she’d been running her soft, wet lips along Elsie’s cock, there was a certain demure charm to her manner.

"Of coooouuuurse you can trust me, Princess! My fealty to you is undying-"

"a-and I w-would never tell a soul your secrets, because I'm in lo- loyalty! In... loyalty... with you..." Elsie shot Mia a glare, but thankfully Princess Charity was too preoccupied to register the odd turn of phrase.

"W-well I... that is to say... when I would retreat to the stables, to take a break from my duty, I… I took advantage of your kindness… i-in an impure manner… I did not only retreat to the stables to… gather peace of mind… I also… u-um… admired the… centaurs…” The princess trailed off. Mia was silent, and Elsie's head was spinning. The princess had been looking at the centaurs...? Did that include... Elsie...?

She opened her mouth to ask, but before she could, Princess Charity blurted out, "A-and... there were occasions when you had not... um... entirely cleaned off the... equipment..."

Equipment? What equipment-?

Oh gods, no.

"Oh GODS, yes," Mia breathed, a shiver running through her body as the Princess' lurid confession continued.

"I eventually became... curious, about the... smell... emanating from the... b-breeding mounts... it was so strong, so thick and dominating and... improper... and eventually..." the words were tumbling impatiently from the Her Highness' lips now.

"And your Royal Highness decided to-"

"- sample the... e-emissions...?" Mia's words poured into Elsie's ear like dark liquid, slowly filling the knight's head and drowning her thoughts, overflowing and spilling from her tongue as if they were her own. She had to... resist-!

"Yes!" Princess Charity wailed suddenly, hands clasped in front of her chest. "I-I'm so sorry, Elsie, you did all of that work to make me feel comfortable, and in exchange I, I acted like a perverted little sneak..."

The Princess looked distraught. Fearfully ashamed, terrified of judgement. Elsie blinked stupidly, tried to break through the thick, syrupy mess Mia's words had made of her thoughts, she had to say something, anything to reassure Princess Charity, Elsie would do anything to-

"It's ok. Please, there's no need to apologise. I understand."

Just what Elsie needed to say. Delivered to the tip of her tongue by a demon. What self-respecting knight could refuse the temptations of the Devil, if it meant she could offer comfort to her Lady?

Charity paused, looking up at Elsie. "I-it's... ok...?"

"I understand totally." No distinction now. Everything Mia said left Elsie's lips entirely intact. "The pressures of your position must have gotten to you, right?"

"I... it is rather... high-stress..." the Princess agreed, tentatively.

"It is! You play the part of the perfect princess, the woman everyone in the kingdom of Mercel admires and adores!" Mia's smooth, wine-red hand slid up Elsie's arm, and the knight tried not to shudder from the contact as the succubus gently pushed her arm down, so that her fingers brushed the Princess' hair. Princess Charity gasped a little, before leaning into her knight's touch, instinctually. "Of course it makes sense that, on occasion, you might wish to... lay down that responsibility. Why don't you tell me about it, my lady? It would be my privilege to relieve you of your burdens."

Princess Charity's fingers laced together, then were pulled apart, again and again, her breath quickening. "It's... um... r-rather embarrassing... but I suppose... it may help to... t-tell someone..."

"Precisely. You can trust your knight, my princess."

And as Princess Charity opened her mouth, Elsie felt Mia's other hand brushing along the side of her head, and realised a second too late that in the state that both women were in, their minds were open to the Sphere of Miasma's corrupting magic. Rather than hearing the Princess' confession in words, her vision became hazy-

Visions flooded Elsie's mind. The princess, cracking the doors at the back of the stable open, peering through at... at Elsie, as she trotted over to her- oh dear Gods. No. Surely she hadn't done this while the Princess was in the stables. But... Elsie's cheeks burned. Some days she was so pent-up that she became a little forgetful... it was possible that she had... reared up, placing her hooves over the top of the mount, bucking her hardening cock against the smooth, slippery material in that tight hole...

The noises, by the King the noises were mortifying as the memory of Elsie nickered to herself, and the whole 'milking' assembly creaked as she rocked back and forth, the wet plap, plap, plap of her meat parting the folds of the breeding mount. Gods no wonder she hadn't been able to hear Princess Charity gasping and moaning to herself, knuckle-deep in her cunt as she watched... Elsie realised this was not the first time the Princess had done this. This was... a routine for her...

The image dissolved, and now the vision of Elsie was staggering away, fully sated after dumping a dozen or so loads into her mount, leaving it for the stablehands to clean later... unless someone saved them the effort.

Because Princess Charity, shaking from head to toe with anxious energy and anticipation, had emerged from her hiding spot, and was creeping over to the breeding mount. Admiring the way thick ropes of yellowy cum drooled from the business end of it, her breaths quick, and one hand over her face, insufficient to stop the sheer, brutal smell of Elsie's cum ruining the Princess' brain just as surely as any demonic influence could.

An influence that had been building, and building, for months now. That had finally pushed her to not merely scurry away from the stables once Elsie's 'performance' was over.

Instead, the Princess reached out with a single, curious, questing finger.

Just one taste.

The satin white of her gloves was irreparably stained, instantly. Distantly, Elsie felt Princess Charity realise she'd need to burn them to destroy the evidence of what she had done.

Elsie's cock pulsed and her heart raced as the Princess brought her finger to her lips... just one taste...

Nothing could have prepared Elsie for what she saw when she blinked, and the image changed again. Her beloved Princess, the graceful, demure personification of Mercel’s royal line... squatting, legs spread, skirts hitched up so she could finger herself stupid while she ate out the brutally fucked breeding mount as if her life depended on it, whining and moaning as she choked down thick wads of Elsie's cum, muffled only the material of the mount, and in the moment where Princess Charity was finally pushed into a mind-breaking, humiliating orgasm by the taste of Elsie’s cum, Mia's magic ensured that Elsie felt just how badly Princess Charity envied the mount, envied its simple existence, no complex rituals and courtly procedures, simply a tool to relieve the dashing Lady Knight Elsie, in just the way that she desired to-!

Steam practically poured out of Elsie's ears as she returned to the reality of the tiny room… and saw Princess Charity was now sitting on the edge of the ragged four-poster bed, demure as ever, face slightly slack, almost as if she wasn't all there, and next to her was-

Uh oh.

Mia was smirking over at Elsie… her hand on Princess Charity's head, right where it had been on Elsie's mere moments ago.

The princess, it seemed, was also receiving a vision from the demon.