Enslaving the Princess (Mind Control Breeding) Read Free Page B

“To give you your privacy on this tiresome
day.”
    Mariana had
already stopped listening. Tiresome. It was all so tiresome, that was exactly
the word. She had no mind to keep track of the movements of servants.
    The gorgeous royal
teenager strode back inside her quarters, and found the nearest couch to slide
her luxurious body on. She sipped away at her drink, enjoying its thick
texture, the constant state of euphoria it spread through her hot body.
    “When did you get
so pregnant?” she asked.
    Camille had
followed Mariana, sitting at the edge of an adjacent couch. Mariana was resting
deep in the pillows, almost flat, and Camille was looking down at her. The long
tresses of the brunette's sparkling, soft hair tickled Mariana's face
pleasantly. Everything was so pleasant.
    “Oh, not too long
ago, Princess. My Sir . . . his seed is so strong. I won't be pregnant for much
longer.”
    Mariana giggled.
“That doesn't make sense, dearie. I'll have to educate you sometime about how
it all works.”
    “I'd love to have
you educate me, Princess.”
    Camille placed a
hand on her shoulder. Soft, small. It was only inches away from her breast. So
daring. So bold.
    “Do you think I'm
pretty, Princess?”
    Of course she
thought Camille was pretty. What a silly thing to ask. Even though she was
enormously pregnant. Maybe even partly because of that. Camille was positively
glowing. And her breasts, formerly delicious little morsels, had turned into
amazing feasts for the eyes. Perhaps for more than just the eyes.
    “Oh yes,” said
Mariana.
    “It's just that,”
Camille opined. “You've never let me lick you like you have the other girls.”
    “Really?”
    Certainly that
wasn't true. Mariana took a deep gulp from the goblet. Camille was so very
gorgeous, and Mariana had never slept with her? That was akin to blasphemy.
    “Really, Princess.
And I understand if you don't think I'm attractive. It's just . . . I would
very much like to.”
    Mariana took
another deep gulp, the warm euphoria washing over her. What a novel idea,
having Camille lick her. What a fun little task for the day. She sat up a bit
on the couch, spreading her legs.
    “Why don't you
start, then?”
    Camille's face lit
up. She had such a gorgeous young smile. “Wonderful! Thank you, Princess!”
    She got into
position between Mariana's legs, started to move downward, and then stopped
suddenly.
    “I'm sorry,” she
said. “My necklace here is getting in the way. Let me move it.”
    She pulled out
from her expansive cleavage a shiny, bright crystal. Mariana could not stop
staring at it. The crystal shone and shone, pouring out blue light into the
expansive quarters.
    “Do you like it?”
asked Camille. “Master gave it to me. The same man who impregnated me. He's so
very good.”
    “ . . . very good .
. .” said Mariana, her eyes caught on the stone.
    “When the crystal
is out, you have to watch it. You have to follow it.”
    “Have to watch it.
Follow it.” Mariana's voice had gotten very quiet.
    “You know that
everything I say is so true. So right.”
    “Everything you
say . . . so true. So right.” Mariana giggled, her eyes becoming more and more
blank, even as little sparks of blue began to grow larger and larger in her
pupils.
    “You trust me,”
said Camille.
    “I trust you.”
    Camille, still
holding the crystal steady, slid off the Princess's panties. An easy maneuver.
Mariana didn't notice at all.
    “Everything I say
is sooo right,” Camille said again.
    “Everything you
say. Sooo right.”
    Camille slid one
pair of gloved fingers around Mariana's pussy, stroking the folds gently.
    “My words are your
thoughts.”
    “Your words. My
thoughts.”
    The goblet in Mariana's hands lost its battle with balance and tipped clumsily
to the floor. The potent concoction spilled everywhere. Its hot smell slid into
the overwhelming heat pouring out from the pussies of the two teenage beauties
on the couch.
    “Being a Princess
is so