Chapter 3

"P-Princess, no-!" Elsie started toward the pair, but Mia had already withdrawn her hand... and Her Highness was looking at Elsie with a look of utter shock.

"L-Lady Knight...?"

Elsie glared at Mia. "What filth have you corrupted Her Highness with, demoness?"

Mia laughed, draping herself over the princess, who remained stock-still, shocked by whatever she had just seen. "Oh, nothing much! I was just thinking, the best relationships are built on openness, right? So while you got to see what your dear princess was thinking in that dirty little memory... I made sure to give her a taste of what had gotten you so riled up~"

"M-Mia, please, don't be so cruel to her," Charity implored the succubus, seemingly able to see and hear her, which might have registered more for Elsie if the colour hadn't been draining from her cheeks, and her heart wasn't dropping into her stomach.

"Y-you showed her...?"

"Showed her that you were thinking about her. A little moment earlier in the day, nothing much. She had caught your eye from a high window, and she gave you a little smile. Just for a moment. And that perfect, sweet, kind little smile was enough that you found yourself fantasising about having her trussed up inside that breeding mount, while you wrecked it with that big fat horsey cock!” Mia’s eyes gleamed with malevolent glee. “But you should be glad! Rather than being appalled and disgusted, as I'm sure you feared she would be, this little pervert's heart was racing the whole time!" As if to demonstrate, Mia placed her hand on Princess Charity's chest, which was the last straw for Elsie. The room was just big enough for her to unsheathe her cavalry blade, and level it at the demon.

"Unhand her this instant! You... you..." The gallant threat died on Elsie's lips as Princess Charity whined, leaning into Mia's touch.

"E-Elsie... I'm... I'm so sorry, I just... I've longed for touch, and Lady Mia was... even though she was my captor, I couldn't bring myself to refuse..."

"Awwww, don't fret, my dear princess," Mia cooed, drawing the princess into her lap and gently squeezing the her generous breasts, provoking even more uncouth moans and whines, each making Elsie's cock throb with need. "As you insisted would happen again and again, a noble knight has come to save you! The one you hoped for the most, even! Aren't you fortunate that even now, seeing you in this state, her loyalty is unwavering? Even if it is partly motivated by this dumb horsey's dirty little crush on you~"

"A-ah... it's... I-I'm sorry, Elsie... I... aaaa..." Princess Charity whimpered as Mia's other hand worked its way up from her hip to her face, tracing over her soft brown lips before gently hooking an index finger against the corner of her mouth, silencing her breathy apologies.

"Isn't she just darling, my dear Elsie?" Mia cackled, locking eyes with the knight even as her hands continued to roam freely around Princess Charity's body. "So soft, so pliable, so lonely and desperate... I really expected holding onto her to be a rather dull affair, but she was so easy to coax into bed with me, so easy to get her to allow my hands onto her pure, virgin flesh... and you want to know the funniest part?" Mia asked, a wicked smile on her pretty features. Elsie tightened her grip on her blade, trying to hold onto her anger as the demon got her filthy hands all over what should have been hers- the kingdom's! The kingdom's greatest treasure...

"Wh-what's the funniest part...?" she finally asked.

Mia's cruel whisper carried across the large room, so that it sounded almost as if it came from just next to Elsie's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can still save her."

Elsie blinked stupidly. "I can... still...?"

Mia nodded sagely. "Mhm. She might be writhing and moaning in my hands right now, but this prissy little slut has still managed not to cum the entire time she's been here. Her soul can still leave the Sphere. Whenever I got her close, she'd start whimpering, begging me to stop... because she couldn't stand the thought of it being you who came to save her, of you seeing that her ladylike resolve had failed when it mattered the most." Mia shrugged, even as she raked her claws across the Princess' breasts, shredding her dress and revealing a patchwork of similar pale clawmarks criss-crossing Her Highness' skin. Elsie flinched, but found herself immobile. What could she do? Cleave Mia in twain? Even if she could hit the demon without hurting Her Highness...

Elsie shivered. She wanted to hear more. More about how she had been the one Princess Charity had been hoping for.

"Of course, a crueller demon than I might have ignored her wishes, but what can I say? At heart, I'm a romantic. I mean, you've barely been here fifteen minutes, my dear horsey, and this weak little slut was spilling secrets that I hadn't managed to pry from her in two entire weeks of her mind swimming in the murkiest depths of the Sphere's magic!" With one leg, she deftly pulled Princess Charity's thighs apart and then hitched up her skirts, exposing her leaking cunt to Elsie once again. The princess moaned as Elsie's eyes locked with her nethers.

"I mean, what she did in that stable... it was so low, so base, so utterly counter to her image of herself as the nation's treasured symbol, that she had buried it beyond even my reach... beyond the reach of anyone but her true love~"

Elsie's cheeks burned. Her heart raced. her cock throbbed as she looked to Princess Charity's eyes, wordlessly searching for confirmation of what Mia was saying...

The princess met Elsie's gaze. Then slowly, shamefully... she nodded.

"Isn't that sweet? Eating out a filthy livestock breeder, choking down wads of stinking centaur cum, all because of just how much she looooves yooouuuu~"

Elsie's sword finally fell from her shaking hands, clattering to the ground.

This was... this was all wrong... of course she'd dreamed for so long of learning that Her Highness actually returned her affections, but to learn of it like this, from the lips of a devil who was feeling up the Princess like she was a common prostitute...

"E-Elsie..." Princess Charity gasped. "P-please... I... I can't bear to have you look at me so... I... never wanted you, of all people, to see me this way..."

"Awww, Princess! After all she’s done to show you that she’s loyal, even knowing that you’re horrid little sneaking pervert?” Mia laughed. “How obscenely tragic! And to think, I went to all this effort to bring your romantic tale to a head like this! Are you sure you don’t want to just hop on Elsie’s back and ride your way home to the palace? I’m sure you could slip right back into that role, you know… everyone is waiting for you to come home, Princess Charity~”

The princess paled visibly. Elsie stepped forward. “I-it’s true, princess! I… I’ll never speak another word of this, to anyone! We… we can still make it work… things can still go back to… normal…” The knight trailed off as she realised her words were, if anything, making Princess Charity look even more distressed. She was shaking now, and… gods. Leaning into Mia’s touch. As if Mia was fit to comfort her, after causing all of this chaos!

The room was quiet for several seconds. Then,

“I… Elsie, I… I can’t go back…” Princess Charity admitted, her voice small and wavering. “Th-the truth is, even if Mia has not claimed my soul, my own disgraceful acts and disgusting desires have already sullied me too much to return to the palace… I’m unfit to be a princess. I’m unfit to be with… I’m unworthy of your loyalty, Lady Knight.” Her Highness’ voice was pure misery and despair. Elsie was at a loss. Princess Charity was… choosing to stay?

A look of mock thoughtfulness crossed the demon’s pretty features.

“Well, if you’re both so dead-set against this romance… we could always turn it into a tragedy~”

Elsie felt a bolt of panic, not just at what Mia was saying, but the utter glee she was taking in saying it. The demon was clearly in her element as she slipped a finger under Princess Charity’s chin, turning her head so that Mia could look her in the eyes. “Your Highness… you could still spare your beloved knight the fate you seem to have resigned yourself to. If you care for her so much… why don't we send your dear horsey away?” Her lips were inches from Princess Charity’s, and Elsie’s cock throbbed treacherously at the way Princess Charity’s mouth instinctually opened, evidently well-trained to admit the demon’s tongue. “I mean, if you really do love her, then at least she can get away without you entirely corrupting her... and I have no doubt that when she returns home, her love for you will motivate her to make up some noble-sounding lie about what happened to you, to ensure you're preserved forever as a martyr~"

"H-Highness-" Elsie started forward again, but was frozen as Mia's thick, black-painted lips met Princess Charity's, her beloved gasping and leaning into the kiss. After several seconds they broke contact, strings of Elsie's leftover precum now connecting them.

"I... I…” The princess looked horribly confused, blank and dazed from the kiss… before her features drooped with sadness. Finally, Princess Charity seemed to gather herself enough to speak, while Mia continued to fondle her, sliding a hand down over her tummy and nipping at her ear.

“I'm terribly sorry, Lady Knight..." Princess Charity could no longer meet Elsie's eyes, as her own hands found themselves wandering over Mia's skimpy black dress, her voice miserably despondent. "But I... I am not worthy of being saved, certainly not by you. P-please... the kingdom must have me as a martyr, if it cannot have me as a princess. If you truly do love me, as I do you, then... p-please, protect the symbol of Princess Charity..."

Despair blossomed in Elsie's heart. None of this was right. To learn that Princess Charity really did care for her, only to have this hateful, whorish demon cleave them apart forever right after…

But as Mia pulled Princess Charity back onto the bed with her, the princess on top and the demon on the bottom, she was given a dismissive little wave farewell by the succubus. "Well done, 'Lady Knight'! Against the odds, you successfully endured my tests. How pedestrian. At least the sordid little almost-affair the two of you were so very enamoured with served some utility in finally breaking this one.” She licked her lips, examining Princess Charity as if she were a fine meal, and barely regarding Elsie’s presence at all. “Now, unless you want to make an entertaining production of your heartbreak, do get lost so I can enjoy my new princess in peace... now, Charity, I think you'll rather enjoy this little piece of magic, if I just strengthen this mental link, our bodies will each feel an echo of each other's pleasure, so that when I finally make you cum…"

Elsie's chest felt tight, and her hooves clattered nervously against the floor. She felt as if she'd been battered around the head with the flat of her sword. Dumbly, she turned back towards the door, the one that led to the cramped stairwell she had taken up into the princess' tower, what seemed like a thousand lifetimes ago. What else could she do, but as her lady commanded? Her duty to Princess Charity was surely more important than mere… infatuation.

If you truly do love me... protect the symbol of Princess Charity…

Elsie cast a look back over her shoulder. The princess was still on top of Mia, leaning over the demon with her gown haphazardly riding up her back… it was so unfair. Even in her wildest dreams, Elsie knew she would never be able to lay in a bed with the princess that way. But this succubus had taken it, was taking her, only moments after the Princess had said exactly the right words to drive Elsie away for good-

Elsie hesitated. Her hand froze above the door handle.

The princess had said… just what she had needed to say. Almost as if it had been delivered to the tip of her tongue by a demon.

What self-respecting Lady could refuse the temptations of the Devil, if it meant she could offer comfort to her knight?

Elsie cast a look back over her shoulder. The princess was still on top of Mia, leaning over the demon with her gown haphazardly riding up her back...

And suddenly she knew just what she needed to do.

Quick as a flash, she had cantered back across the room... and reared back, setting her hooves on the soft mattress, her looming equine form totally eclipsing Mia and the princess.

"H-hey! You stupid horsey, I said go away-

"Elsie? What are you-"

"Shut up," gasped Elsie... as she twitched her hips forward, her cock hardening again as she pushed it against the small of Princess Charity's back.

"I-I! Oh... h-how... impertinen- nnhhh!" Princess Charity gasped, before cutting herself off with a keening whine as Elsie drew her hips back... and positioned the thick, brutal, flared tip of her cock against the princess' drooling snatch. "P-please, Elsie, I-I must insist, d-don't allow me to d-drag you down with me... unlike me, your heart is still pure-"

"I s-said, shut up, my lady..." Elsie grunted.

"I... you... o-oh..." Princess Charity sounded genuinely woozy at Elsie's vulgar manner.

"Gods below, this stupid fucking horsey doesn't know when to quit..." Mia grumbled, and Elsie could feel her trying to shuffle out from under the princess.

That was fine. Elsie couldn't care less about the demoness at that moment.

"P-Princess... forgive my impertinence, but... I… I realise that for all my adoration of you, I misunderstood you… it is not just that you can’t go home… you don’t want to, do you?”

Elsie felt Princess Charity jolt with fright against her underside. “N-no, it, it’s more complicated, Elsie, I-”

“Hell was preferable to you, next to returning to your duties…” Elsie shuddered as the full implications of Princess Charity’s decision washed over her. Even as she talked, she couldn’t help the way her body craved the princess, the knight helplessly rutting her hot, leaking cock against Her Highness’ back.

Little wonder that Elsie’s filter slipped away completely. “I… don't... care at all about your reputation... it can all burn... the kingdom, the royal house, my l-loyalty to your name… the symbol of the p-perfect princess... I don't care about any of it... I only want you, Your Highness… I…” Elsie swallowed thickly. “I-if it is your wish to remain in Hell, rather than to return to all of that… then I will follow you into damnation. Princess, I… I love you…”

The way Princess Charity’s voice hitched was erotic in the extreme, almost as much as the moan she let out when Elsie continued, “… a-and if my beloved princess wants to be… brought low… used as little m-more than a breeding mount, where nothing more is expected of her than taking cock… I-I’ll accept that part of you too…”

“Oh, my Gods, don't you have a noble sacrifice to be doing? I've been waiting for weeks to finally have this girl, the last thing I need is you shaking that fat stinky thing around at the perfect moment!" Unlike Princess Charity, who was sandwiched underneath Elsie's torso, Mia could look the knight in the eye, glaring up at her. Her glare, however, melted very quickly into a look of fear when Elsie turned her attention to the succubus, as Elsie’s expression shifted too, from a soft, loving smile, to a vicious glare, as she regained her composure somewhat.

"Yes, Mia. The perfect moment. No doubt entirely manufactured by you, using Her Highness as your mouthpiece, to play on her... a-affections for me." Even now, with her cock pressing insistently up against Princess Charity's nethers, it felt presumptuous to say something so explicit as 'her love'.

"W-well… hang on, that's-" Panic fluttered across Mia's face as she realised Elsie had her figured out.

"Probably via that ‘mental link’ you were just telling her about!” Elsie interrupted. Then, the gave the succubus a cruel, most un-chivalrous smirk. “Weren’t you also just saying that it transmitted sensation? Guess you’ll finally get what you were begging me for outside the tower~”

Mia’s face was turning a deeper, darker red. “I… w-wait, you can’t mean… o-oh, gods…”

But Elsie was already ignoring her again, as she turned her attention back to Princess Charity.

“Elsie… please… gods, please…”

“U-um… I’ll be as gentle as I can be, Your Highness…”

As it turned out, this was not very gentle at all.

Elsie tried. She really did. But just like with her mount on days when she was particularly pent-up, Elsie found her desperation working against her, her desperate, shaky thrusts repeatedly causing her cock to slip off Princess Charity’s drooling snatch, made that much worse by the fact that Her Highness felt significantly tighter than the mount.

By the time Elsie finally managed to line up the flared head of her cock at a good angle, any patience she had left after weeks of teasing by Mia was utterly shredded. And gods, Princess Charity felt so hot, so wet, and she was moaning and whining as desperately as Elsie was, about how she needed her knight, needed her beloved­-

The princess who was the adored icon of uncountable loyal subjects squealed as Elsie’s hips jerked forward, her maidenhood instantly stretched brutally, perfectly, around Elsie's twitching, sensitive length. Elsie’s rough, shaky thrusts made Her Highness moan.

"A-ah... s-so... big..." the symbol of purity and grace for an entire nation whined brainlessly as more and more of Elsie's cock filled her up.

"Fuck! I... shit, this is... gghhh..." Mia moaned along with her, writhing underneath the princess as her mind was flooded with the sensation of being stretched around Elsie's cock. The two women's moans sent a shiver through Elsie as it began to fully sink in that she really was totally in control. Both of these powerful, beautiful women were losing their minds over a lowly centaur knight's oversized, smelly horsemeat... still, she tried not to give fully into her urges, thrusting but not pounding, lest she totally break-

"Hhhhh... Elsie... Elsie... Elsie... I... I l-love you too..." Princess Charity gasped.

Elsie's brain, frazzled and overloaded as it was, completely blanked out.

"O-oh dear..." Mia murmured, in a small voice.

And then Elsie's hips were working overtime, the room filling with the wet smack, smack of flesh against flesh as Elsie slipped into a full-blown rut, weeks of repression and teasing from Mia and years of love for Princess Charity culminating in a single, brutal breeding. The tiny room stank of sweat and sex, and that only became more intense as Elsie mercilessly pummelled her beloved's cunt, and-

"F-fuuuck! You d-dumb... h-horsey!!" Mia whined, the last coherent thing she managed as she convulsed, an orgasm ripping through her, entirely hands-free, leaving her whimpering and squirting all over the crumpled bedsheets as she remained pinned beneath Princess Charity and Elsie.

Elsie was gripping the top of the shabby four-poster bed for dear life as Princess Charity's cunt clenched around her, feeling the aftershock's of Mia's orgasm. The bedframe groaned and creaked as Elsie put both women into the closest a centaur could manage to a brutal mating press.

"Ohhh... oh gods, E-Elsie, I'm getting... hhh... I'm getting close..." Princess Charity whimpered. "I... I'm really going to... b-be trapped here forever..."

"I'll be... right here with you, Y-Your Highness," Elsie gasped, feeling her nuts, bloated by Mia's ruthless teasing, finally contracting, working up a monstrous load. "P-please... if what you t-truly desire is to lose yourself in pleasure... l-let me stay by your side... l-let me fall with you... w-we don't need to be a princess and her knight... j-just... a stud and h-her breeding mount~" Elsie shamelessly pushed the buttons Mia had exposed to her, and it worked like a charm.

"Hhhhh... I... I love you, I love you, I love you Elsiiieeee-!" Princess Charity squealed... and Elsie felt it as her beloved crashed head-first into a spine-tingling, toe-curling orgasm, tightening up, practically milking Elsie's cock, far better than any other breeding mount she had ever fucked-

"I-I love you... Princess...!" Elsie whimpered... before thrusting forward one more time, bottoming out in the Princess, brutally bulging her stomach, and squeezing Mia's cunt beneath them, drawing a whine from the mind-broken demon whore... as Elsie finally emptied herself inside Princess Charity. Thick ropes of nasty, yellow centaur cum painted the princess' until-recently virginal womb, quickly overflowing and squirting out in thick, syrupy gouts, splattering the quivering and twitching Mia in Elsie's load.

This was also the point where the poor, abused bed finally fully gave out, the frame buckling and leaving all three women sprawled on the wrecked mattress. Under the heavy, oppressive weight of the Sphere of Miasma’s stuffy, humid atmosphere, and exhausted from finally releasing weeks of pent-up tension, they were helpless against the dark pull of unconsciousness.

***

"And so, Your Majesty, I can fully assure you that the princess is entirely safe and well. And she will remain so, for as long as you continue to meet my... conditions." Mia smiled innocently across the long, solid oak table where her negotiations with the King of Mercel were progressing wonderfully. King Dimas looked entirely appalled, as he read the long, long list of magical items Mia had requested be transferred from the royal collection into her care (although he was probably also appalled with Mia's manner, as she stretched languidly in her skimpy black dress for the fifth time in that meeting, enjoying the stares this netted her from attendants and servants).

"You... filth... what do you want? What must I give you to have Princess Charity returned?"

"Oh? Just the princess? Nothing to offer for Lady Elsie?" Mia cocked her head.

"I have nothing to offer that damnable beast but a swift execution if she ever sets her blasted hooves on my kingdom's soil again!" the king exploded, slamming a meaty fist on the table.

Mia's lip curled upward.

Elsie might have conducted herself with the undying fealty to her lady befitting a knight, but her failure to return Princess Charity to her proper place as Mercel's prized figurehead had earned her the ire and hatred of pretty much the entire kingdom.

Which was perfect, because once Mia let that little nugget of information slip to the princess, she knew that the girl would sooner stick a sword in any other potential rescuer than return home with them, when her beloved faced such danger!

Not that Mia would have to worry much about that. The first lot of magical items she had requested included every single artefact the Kingdom of Mercel had at its disposal that could possibly break or undo the demonic pact that now bound both Charity and Elsie to the Sphere of Miasma-

"Hhhaa..." Mia suddenly gasped, her bare red shoulders twitching as a wave of psychically transmitted pleasure washed over her body. King Dimas looked at her strangely. "Ahem... apologies, majesty, but I will not be returning the princess. What I can do is give you regular evidence of her continued life and good health, for as long as you supply me with what I've asked for. I am not unreasonable; the items are to be supplied in batches, almost like instalments, and- gghhh..." Mia reached out, and without thinking dug her claws into the expensive table. The king let out a strangled cry at the sight of the marks, but Mia couldn’t care less.

Hells, those two really are incorrigible...

The psychic link Mia had established between herself and Princess Charity had proved... challenging, to remove. The demon was loath to admit it, but the way Elsie had utterly, completely broken her in that first breeding session might have broken Mia’s control over the link too.

Not that removing it was particularly desirable. The two of them were so touchy-feely, locked away in that little tower together, with nothing to do but continue to touch and kiss and lick and stroke and fuck...

"You... you truly have us by the throat, demoness. If the kingdom were to lose Princess Charity... the beating heart of our land's purity and innocence..."

Mia winked one eye, tuning into the psychic view from the 'beating heart's' perspective. It was dark, and stuffy, and rope dug into her wrists where they had been bound to her ankles. The only part of her that could feel the cooler exterior of the cramped room beyond her confines was her nethers... sticking lewdly out of the custom breeding mount that the land's purity and innocence had begged Mia for, and which was presently shuddering under the weight imposed as a pair of hooves found their places...

Mia couldn’t resist a smirk. She seemed to recall that the intention was that Charity was supposed to mount Elsie. Not the other way around.

"Even still... to maintain her symbol, we will pay any price..." The king glanced over at a portrait on the wall. There, Princess Charity stood, bold and regal, in her pose, but with a soft smile playing on her lips, inviting and caring. The very picture of the perfect princess.

From the Sphere of Miasma, Mia felt that perfect princess shivering with desire as her knight lined up over a foot of wobbling, leaking horsemeat was with her needy, gaped-out cunt. Mia's thighs pressed together. She was starting to seriously regret not wearing anything under her dress, as her own cunt went slick with anticipation.

"So, on my word... you shall have what you want, demon," King Dimac muttered darkly.

"That's- mmfff! Hhaaa... w-wonderful to hear, Majesty," Mia panted, shuddering as she felt Elsie impatiently rutting the underside of her cock against Princess Charity's cunt, as if it were on her own.

"As for Lady Elsie... she is an enemy of the kingdom, a sworn enemy of every loyal knight of our realm. Convey to her that no upstanding citizen of Mercel will speak her name other than to curse it, for the rest of her days."

"Mmm mm mm, mmsie~" Princess Charity moaned into the ball gag she was drooling around, something Mia had heard often enough now to interpret as "I love you, Elsie~". It would almost have been enough to make Mia laugh, were she not on the verge of a rather different manner of outburst.

"Very well, Your Majesty. N-now, if you might excuse me... I will return to the Sphere of Miasma, and convey the news of our arrangement. I'm sure the princess will be filled up by- ggghhhh... d-delight, at this development..." the succubus could barely contain her moans as she felt Elsie swiftly, brutally sink deep inside Charity, the expensive cushion on Mia's seat quickly becoming stained by her wetness.

"Very well. You are dismissed-"

But Mia had already disappeared in a puff of smoke. That slutty princess and her stupid dick-brained horsey had gotten her entirely too worked up, and not even the strongest magic could have prevented the demon from returning to the princess' tower, to satisfy her desires with the two lovers.