Enslaving the Princess (Mind Control Breeding) Read Free

Masterful Lord
and King who owned her. Her orgasm frolicked across her body, burying her in
pleasure, even as his seed buried itself deep in her tummy. Its taste was
transcendent, the feeling euphoric. The thick hot wetness slid hot down her
throat, each inch of it sliding so perfectly inside of her young, willing body.
    Every hot new
spurt was just dirt on the grave of that silly thing she had called a will. It
made her so happy to not have to worry about any thoughts but her Master's
thoughts from now on.
    All the bliss must
have knocked her out, because when the waves of bliss finally subsided, she was
on the floor, and he was walking around naked, preparing mixtures. She watched
him cum—almost as if by his own will—into a flask, and then pour that into a
goblet with a few other tinctures. Camille pouted—she wanted to be the one to
make him cum.
    He set down the
tray on a stool in front of her.
    “Make yourself
presentable, dearie,” he said. He pointed at the tray. “The goblet goes to the
Princess, that's your second trip. Your first trip is to take the bottle to the
King.”
    “The imposter
King, Master?”
    He smiled. “That's
right, pet. You tell the guards it's from Dell, the herbalist. For the King's
cough.”
    “This will cure
the King's cough?”
    Master smiled. “It
will seem to make the symptoms subside, for about six hours. And then all of a
sudden, he will not be able to stop. He should die within the week. Do you have
a problem with that?”
    She shook her
head. Of course not. The imposter had to be punished. Master had to assume his
proper position. And Princess Mariana should serve him as the Queen.
    All of these things
made such perfect sense. She was so lucky Victor explained them to her.
    ––––––––
    M ariana, finally,
was back in her quarters. She loved her Royal Tower—its enormous chain of
bedrooms, the voluminous bath that was the size of some common people's houses,
the enormous outdoor garden that had its flowers changed out three times a day.
The size of it, the opulence, the wealth dripping off the walls—these were all
just reminders to her that she absolutely deserved her exalted position.
    The numerous
mirrors she had positioned on every wall were similar reminders. The multitude
of her reflections were, of course, each fabulously stunning. Be it her thick
mane of gorgeous golden blond hair, her vibrant emerald green eyes, her
sensationally trim form with such perfectly shaped breasts, her exquisitely
long legs, or even her face—so perfectly angelic and haughty,  ideal for her
station—all of these were just reminders that she deserved her place at the
top.
    Furthermore, they
were reminders that, if she was not one of the Seven Divines in human form (as
she was so justifiably starting to believe as she grew in beauty each day), she
was at the very least chosen by them to be their prophet of beauty and power to
the Kingdom of Elysia.
    As Mariana went,
so went the Kingdom of Elysia. The Princess had heard the saying. It was quite
a lot to live up to, but she felt more than up to the task. Tomorrow, she would
be coronated as Queen with the ceremony on the Ten Thousand Steps, and the
belief in her as the divine ruler of the country would be solidified ever more.
    Her outfit
certainly wasn't doing anything to disprove that belief. Today, she had on a
rich crimson gown trimmed with golden chain. Her delightful breasts were on
full display by the cut of the dress. Long, wide slits in the fabric started at
her hips and ran the length of her scorching hot legs. Tall stiletto heels
decorated her feet, with golden ribbon wrapping upward from the heels on each
leg to her thighs. Her ornate crown rested perfectly in her perfectly arranged
volume of golden hair, the diamonds there sparkling with every move.
Elbow-length gloves, decorated again with golden chain, completed the regal
look.
    She was glad to be
back in these quarters, alone once more. The morning had been