Bab 161: Royal Jester of a Lust God
Summary:
Elf Princess Alariel long had an undignified secret. She had always liked jesters and even pretended to be one during the darkest hour of the night to her mirror. Though her secret turned way darker the moment a lust god who also liked jesters picked her as his avatar. It was a path that only led to perversion, degeneracy, public indecency and a lot of raw fantasy interracial sex.
Alariel's sex partners include but are not limited to gremlins, orcs and ancient tentacle gods.
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Twenty-fifth princess Alariel of an elven kingdom had lived a relatively modest life in comparison to her way older siblings. She had spent most of her life at the royal palace and the most she had seen of the outside world was from windows and balconies if not counting books.
Today was Alariel's twenty-first birthday and it was the time for a new chapter in her life. After all, it was the age that the nobles of the realm were first allowed to start sending her gifts in the quest for her hand in marriage. Even if she was not that high up in the royal ladder she still had the blood of an elven king that had ruled for a thousand years. So she had gotten way more gifts than ever in her life. While she had been at the banquet with some of the royal family a grand pile of gifts had been delivered into her room by maids. Just looking at it made Alariel happier than getting to talk to her father for the first time in five years.
"I should remind you, don't just agree to marry the first man that sends you a gift you like. You have a decade to decide as per the custom before your father helps you in making that choice," Alariel's head maid Olivia voiced. She was a half-elf with short red hair and she wore the typical black and white maid outfit of the royal family.
"I'm not that impulsive," Alariel pouted. Her blue eyes were staring at the pile of gifts with way more excitement than she was taught to show even though she had no idea what was in the packages.
As the banquet had gone late Alariel had been changed into her white nightgown the moment she had gotten from the bath hall. Part of her regretted staying till the end even as she could have retired a bit earlier with the other royal women going to the bath. The only reason she had not done so was the court jester she was rarely able to see perform. Even now she had to look at him from a corner of her eyes as actually watching his performances was not suitable for a proper lady like her.
Once Olivia was done tying Alariel's silky long hair for the night she moved back to bow. Usually, she would have helped the princess to lay down under the blankets but she knew just by looking at her that she was going to jump to the pile of presents the moment she would leave. So she had little choice if she would not tie her into the bed. Also, as it was a special day she decided to give Alariel a pass this time for any unladylike behavior that might happen during the night.
"Good night your highness and happy birthday," Olivia voiced. Her green eyes moved along Alariel's body and almost looked at her with disapproval due to her feminine shapes shining through the gown. Especially her breasts looked very indecent with just the silky gown.
"Thank you, my dear Olivia," Alariel replied with the most intimate phrasing that would not get her scolded for acting too improper even as they were alone in the room.
Olivia gave another nod and turned around to leave but then she froze like she had seen a ghost on the gift pile at the corner of the room. She quickly stepped to it and picked an object Alariel immediately recognized.
"I can't believe they approved something like this to be even seen by you," Olivia flared with anger while waving a white jester mask with red painted lips and a nose. Alariel almost screamed from joy, she had not expected anybody to actually know what she had really wanted. Though she swallowed it all down. She had precisely once told Olivia she liked jesters years ago and she had almost been beaten that time. So she had never said it again while slowly developing her interest in them.
"Let me see who sent it so you can ask your father to punish them," Olivia muttered and took a notebook that was on a side table. It was filled with names and gifts with some notes from the mages that had inspected them for anything magical or dangerous.
"No need, since the royal mages approved it, just let it be with the rest," Alariel hurriedly uttered. Even she heard how she just sounded so she closed her eyes like she was attempting to hide her excitement.
"If that is what you say... though I could have sworn all the gifts were packaged," Olivia muttered and nodded before leaving.
Alariel swallowed hard and stared at the sturdy door to hear it being locked from the outside. Once she was sure she was really left alone she stood up and rushed to the pile of gifts as silently as possible. There still was a maid in duty behind her door so if she made too much noise Olivia would hear about it and reprimand her unladylike-like behavior yet again.
Without even looking at the wrapped gifts Alariel grabbed the jester mask and retreated with it to the furthest place in her room from the door. There was a large mirror waiting for her and she had tested many times that she was able to whisper there without being heard by the guard maid.
The princess's royal and delicate fingers trailed along the surface of the mask feeling every detail. It was the first time she had seen such a mask clearly meant for a female. Unlike the supposedly ugly male mask, the court jester used this one was beautifully shaped despite the red paint on the white surface.
An even wider smile spread on Alariel's lips when she realized the lips of the mask moved to open. They parted into an almost round circle that made the mask look shocked. To her, it was clearly meant to convey emotions to the audience during the more outrageous gags.
"Thank you whoever sent this... it's just perfect and hoping for a full suit would have been... not proper," Alariel muttered and lifted the mask on her face to hide a few tears of happiness. There had not been any eye holes but to her surprise, she was able to see through the painted blue eyes of the mask.
"Ladies and gentlemen It's me the fool. Just saying this to make sure nobody mistakes me for a human," Alariel voiced with her favorite opening she had heard. "On my way here from the royal piglet, I was stopped by the guards at least five times to make me show my pointed ears."
Even if Alariel liked that opening she had to admit she did not really understand what was funny about it even as most of the men of the court laughed at it and its variants. Though she had been made more than happy enough just by watching the usually grim-looking nobles of the court laugh like they had dropped their strict roles for a moment. Kind of like how she wanted to drop her current role as a princess on most nights.
"Let me start with a small dance I learned from a human woman in exchange for offering her my noble elven seed that she accepted even as I wore what I do now," Alariel said and crouched down with spread legs to walk in the awkward position forth and back in front of the mirror. As she only wore her nightgown it did not even tear anything she had.
"Ride my noble pony, ride," Alariel exclaimed with a whisper and sped up her movement while imagining a laughing crowd around her. That all of them would look at her and be made happy by her.
At that moment Alariel hoped she had born a jester instead of a princess that just sat at the corner of every occasion with a polite smile like some decoration. She stood up and looked at herself wave in the mirror.
"I wish I could be a jester spreading laughter and happiness instead of being a boring dignified princess but..." Alariel's words were cut short by the following eerie words. "Wish granted."
A weird sensation spread along Alariel's skin and she was too shocked to even scream while sparkling lights filled her vision. Though only a moment later she was able to see herself again. Though at first, she did not even recognize the jester in a skin-tight red and black outfit staring at her. But as her hands moved she realized the fully outfitted jester was none other than her.
There was an odd moment of happiness for Alariel as she slid her hands up to feel her pointed ears that had their own socks on the strange fabric. On the tips were white fluffy things that felt nice to touch even through the gloves she now had. All of her skin was covered and she had no idea where her dress had gone to.
Alariel slid her hands down her body and shifted her stance to feel just nice the suite was. Like it was made for her to wear. Just the way her hip's shape was highly shown by the red and black fabric made her feel an odd sense of arousal she barely understood. Even if she was constantly told how attractive she looked she had never felt arousal just by looking at herself. Then again the suit was creating a distance between who she was and how she looked since she did not even see her own skin.
Though a moment later, fear filled Alariel's mind. She felt highly naked in the suit that showed every nubile shape of her body. If Olivia ever saw her like this she would show her no mercy. So her hands went to the mask and tried to take it off but it was glued to her face.
"Please come off," Alariel uttered and a moment later purple light filled her vision again and when it faded she was back into her nightgown. Though also the mask was gone but she was somehow able to tell it was still with her.
"What is happening?" Alariel stuttered and looked around. For a moment there was nothing strange but then weird purple mist floated all around her. Like she had entered into a strange space that was her room as much as it was not her room.
"Congratulations, you have been chosen as the avatar of the most generous god to have ever existed," a strange cheerful voice announced. It echoed so loudly that Alariel immediately looked at her door in fear but as moments passed no maid charged in to check on her.
A set of black eyes manifested on the mirror above a line of sharp teeth. It made Alariel take steps back while her heart beat faster. For a moment she thought it was fear but then she realized it was excitement. No matter how dangerous it might be something that was not just simply being a wallflower princess was happening to her.
"I thought you would be more polite as a proper lady when someone congratulates you," the face in the mirror said with a wide grin. His voice was unnaturally distant like the speaker was not even in the same world. So it came through with low distortion.
"Thank you... kind sir?" Alariel replied with trembling lips. The longer she did not know what was happening the more unsure she was if what she was feeling was after all fear and not just excitement.
"As a busy god, I don't have much time to teach you what to do so it's better if you learn on the job," the voice explained. "Go to the royal hunting grounds and find my subject. He hasn't paid his tax for a decade."
"But I can't leave the palace, they won't even let me out with an escort," Alariel protested like that was the biggest issue at hand.
"Sure you can, using the powers as my avatar nobody will even know you were gone," the voice replied.
"I can't really walk out of my room... looking like that," Alariel said with sudden embarrassment on her face. Though there was also a slight awkward grin as she realized that her dream of one day wearing a jester outfit was no longer a dream but something that she at least thought had happened even if it felt a bit absurd.
"Who said anything about walking. You can fly, stay invisible and phase through objects with it," the voice mused with a grin on the mirror.
"You mean I can do magic? I'm not allowed to learn magic before marriage... but it's not really my magic if one of the gods gave it to me," Alariel exclaimed with an excited stutter. Truth be told she was not even sure if what was happening was just a dream but the longer it lasted the less she wanted to wake up.
"I'm going to do it. I'm going to fly," Alariel declared. Almost like instinct, the jester mask appeared on Alariel's face the moment she wished it. Seconds later she was in the skin-tight suit again and she did not waste time trying to walk through the metal barred window of the room. The only thing she managed to was to press her sizable perky breasts into it in an awkward way. Though despite the fact she felt almost naked the fabric did great in protecting her from the coldness of the glass.
"Um, excuse me, it's not working," Alariel uttered while sliding her masked face along the glass.
"Just focus on doing the three things and you should be able to do it without thinking soon enough. My artifacts aren't exactly hard to use," the voice replied.
"Right, invisibility and flying," Alariel muttered and closed her eyes. The moment later her feet lifted from the ground and when she opened her eyes she was sure she was invisible despite still seeing her red and black fabric-covered body since it no longer showed in the mirror.
After that Alariel did not waste time and flew high into the sky to see the bright moonlit night. The higher she went the more it felt like a dream. The suit was protecting her from the wind and she floated up just the way she wanted. Though when she looked down and saw the palace as a small dot she stopped in sudden panic and excitement.
"I'm flying... in the air... I'm flying Mr... you did not tell me your name... Mr. God?" Alariel uttered in sudden realization. She was floating in who knew how high using the powers of a being she had just met while wearing an extremely improper jester outfit.
"Heh... heehehheee," Alariel burst into hysterical laughter while going through the things she had done she probably should not have done this night. What she was doing should be so wrong but all of it felt so right to her just looking at the light of the city from above. Especially if all of this was just a dream she did not want to stop, she did not want it to ever stop.
Alariel held her stomach while she laughed and rotated around in the air. The world spun around her and things slowly found their new order of importance in her mind. She had been given something really special so she should at least do what her new god wanted. Since none of the elven pantheon gods had really paid her any attention since she had no training in magic she might as well embrace the one who gave her what she wanted.
"Right Mr. God, what did you want me to do? The hunting grounds, I haven't been in a forest before," Alariel voiced with excitement and fixed her position to look the world below her like a map. She had spent many sleepless nights just staring at the maps so she had no difficulties to spot the large forest in the distance in the moonlight.
At first, Alariel flew towards her destination like a spear but then she spotted a few airships on the way there. She had never seen one up close so she floated around one to inspect the sleek elven design and the beautiful decorative side masts. She even floated between two sweating muscular sailors scraping the deck and waved at them but neither one saw her.
"So beautiful, thank you Mr. God for letting me see this," Alariel gawked in sudden tears before she again headed towards the forest. As she always did her tasks as fast as possible to avoid being scolded she did not want her new god to get angry with her due to any delays.
Once at the edge of the forest Alariel floated down to stand for a moment to take a few steps on the ground before she realized she really did not need to walk. So she floated up a bit and swayed in the air. As the sensation of floating was still very new to her she kept angling her body around while floating among the sturdy trees while avoiding bushes.
"Mr. God... I'm here now... Mr. God?" Alariel asked with some force in her voice when she realized she did not exactly know who she would need to find to be taxed. Or really even know what taxing entailed in this case. As far as she knew it was something the state did to the subjects to extract money, levies and goods. She had never really heard a god taxing anybody now that she thought about it.
"Well, at least I enjoy seeing the forest. Thank you, Mr. God," Alariel shouted and shifted her focus to look at the tall and sturdy trees that surrounded her. She circled up one of them to have a look at the top since most of the moonlight was being filtered by the leaves.
Some of the branches scraped Alariel but her suit was mitigating all harm even as her elven skin was hard to bruise. Once she got to the top she saw a larger building on a forest clearing that she guessed to be the place the royal hunters used. There were still lights in the windows and since she did not know where else to go she floated towards it.
Suddenly a weight dropped on Alariel's back and she felt hands sliding to grip around her hip. For a moment she was frozen in shock as she had no idea what was happening. She had thought she had been invisible and still felt the same as before when she had waved to ship sailors that had not seen her.
"Hello there, did the Great Lustful One send you? I can smell him all over you," a raspy voice said behind Alariel. It came from way lower than she had expected so she looked down to see green leathery hands around her waist before checking the creature behind her shoulder.
Alariel saw a bald and horned green face full of wrinkles and warts that she at least thought was a forest gremlin based on the books she had read. He rubbed his cheek to her lower back while squeezing her shapely ass with his muscular chest.
"W-what are you doing?" Alariel stuttered while her body reacted exactly the way she had heard from her theological tutor. As a royal unmarried woman, she should keep her distance from all males and definitely not let them touch her or she would be defiled to feel things she should not.
"Greeting the chosen of the Great Lustful One, I'm Lux by the way," he voiced and wrapped his legs around Alariel's thighs to hang from her even tighter.
At no point had Alariel been told what she should do after she was being touched by a man while unmarried. She had only been told that the maids and guards would take care of it. So she had no idea what to do while her breathing turned ragged and heat rose in her body. Both were signs of her body turning loose when touched by a man according to her tutor.
"We are not married, you can't do this," Alariel panted. The tight hungry hug around her hip felt so strong and close. Nobody had ever held her like it and a few tears dripped down her cheek when she realized the damage had already been done. She had already been made a bit loose as she kind of liked the touch.
"Ooh, we can marry right now if you want," Lux replied and gave a long hard lick along Alariel's spine.
"This is bad, you have to stop before you make me a... loose woman by giving me the male touch before marriage," Alariel stuttered even though she knew it was far too late. This green male had already ruined her innocence and there was no going back according to her tutor. Being embraced by a man who was not her husband and liking it was the worst form of impropriety she had ever heard about.
"Fancy yourself a funny jester?" Lux mused. His right hand tilted downwards to feel up the camel toe that was shining through the suit. The hot touch sent a shiver through Alariel's spine and made her eyelids twitch.
"I guess I could be one... since I'm not pure like a proper princess anymore," Alariel uttered with trembling lips. Lux's hand had found an oddly hard spot to rub in her nethers. Every touch it received through the suit sent a pulse to her knees to make them bend. Like the creature was controlling them with the small knob. It had grown hard a few times during the night in the past but it had never felt like this. So it definitely had something to do with the male touch making her loose in Alariel's mind.
"Haha, proper princess? I bet you are good at making people laugh, did the Lustful One send you to give me a show?" Lux voiced and suddenly Alariel felt a finger touching her shaved pubic mound. Only her maid had ever done so while removing any improper hairs from there.
There was a moment of confusion but then Alariel realizes there were lines of buttons on her outfit. One line was in her nethers and the other was around her breasts. She had ignored them before as decorations but they definitely looked like buttons.
"I came to collect a tax from you, I think," Alariel stuttered while Lux licked along her spine once again. The oddest part to her was that the tingling it caused was not even on the area that was being licked but at the front.
"Figures, I have no issue of giving it to you but if I do that it would be so boring since I rarely get visitors," Lux pondered and suddenly floated away from Alariel. "There happens to be some lustful guys drinking over there. I would love to see you perform for them."
"Can't I just perform for you?" Alariel stuttered while her hands moved to hold her crotch. It was still pulsing like it had never had before even though the male touch had parted. She took it as another proof that she had been irreversibly turned into a loose woman already who not only liked male touch but would not be able to live without it.
"One is not a crowd, I want you to give a proper performance. Make at least five of them laugh at the same time and I can approve it as a show," Lux explained while he floated around Alariel like he was inspecting her. The moment she saw his large erect green cock full of veins just move past her vision she immediately blocked her eyes with her hands but it was too late. The image of the first cock Alariel had seen in her entire life filled her mind. It made her heart beat faster while her breathing turned ragged. She even had to suddenly swallow a rush of saliva while heat filled her.
"What's the matter? Are you a jester with no confidence to even make five people laugh at the same time? There is like ten of them and you can hear their laughter even now," Lux mused with an almost taunting shrug.
"I'm not really a jester... but I will do this... since I get to perform... to an audience," Alariel stuttered with sudden excitement while she peeked through her fingers to see the direction of the house. She began floating towards it while trying not to get another glimpse of the large gremlin cock as she was sure she would definitely become a loose woman if she saw it again.
"Aren't you forgetting something? They can't see you like this," Lux exclaimed and Alariel stopped to drop her feet to the ground. Even if she had never been outside the palace before she was sure invisible floating jesters were not that common.
"Right... can they see me now?" Alariel asked and turned away from Lux to keep him behind her as he kept floating around her.
"Yup... you really must be new," Lux shrugged.
"Yeah," Alariel voiced and stepped to the door. She lifted her hand to knock but for a moment she just stood there. Suddenly she needed to swallow hard again and had no idea what she was even doing. She wanted to be a jester and make people laugh but she had never performed to anybody but to her mirror. She even had to admit she did not even understand most of the gags and jokes she knew. They simply were something that made the grim elven nobles of the court laugh.
Suddenly a loud knock echoed in Alariel's head. She looked around her in a panic to see the green gremlin floating next to her to knock on the door.
"They never going to hear you if you don't knock right," Lux shrugged and floated through the door.
"Was someone late? I thought nobody was still out?" a rough voice asked while the laughter and talking died away.
"Just check it, could be some lost soul in the night," another male voice grunted and the door quickly opened to reveal a tall muscular orc with an open jacket. For a moment he looked more shocked than Alariel was behind her mask.
"Okay, who ordered a jester?" the orc grunted and stepped aside to reveal a hall of tables and chairs to Alariel. Most of the men were sitting along a bar counter at the other end of the room from the door. Though more than one stood up with confused looks to stare at the new arrival. Though soon enough smiles formed on their lips.
Alariel was completely frozen under her mask. She had never seen orcs, this close before. Only from a balcony or in books. Though she had to admit the books had not given justice to the firm stomach muscles that now stood next to her.
"Is it just me or is that the hottest jester I have ever seen?" another large muscular orc voiced while he stood up from a barstool. He was not wearing a shirt like most of the men since the summer heat in combination with the alcohol were making them feel hot. Alariel counted at least four orcs and five humans. There was also one minotaur sitting at the corner of the hall with a beer keg but she had not even been sure if he was real before he moved his hand.
"The tailor must have gotten a real handful, those beautiful tits look so well fitted," one of the humans commented. Alariel did not even need to look down to know what he meant. The strange fabric surrounded both of her breasts perfectly and they felt very comfortable even as her perky mounds were forced to have a gap in the middle.
"So Ms. Jester. Did any of the fine lads in here hire you to come here tonight?" an elderly male human with a beard asked. Alariel had never seen a beard before so she stared at it with odd curiosity. It was like hair but on his face.
"Um..." Alariel stuttered and gave a quick glance at Lux as he floated to drink from a beer mug nobody was paying any attention to.
"Who cares about that, we have all night to find out. You did come to perform to us, right?" the orc who had opened the door to Alariel exclaimed and leaned playfully to her side to grab her ass. It was plentiful enough to even give his large orc hand enough to hold.
"Damn this jester has a nice ass," the orc commented while Alariel froze again. What she had been afraid of was happening again. A male hand was turning her unmarried body into a loose woman.
"And this fabric feels really good," the orc added and landed his other hand to rub Alariel's smooth stomach. It encouraged one of the humans who had sat nearby to stand up to land his hands on her left breast. He lifted it up and let his fingers examine it.
"Yeah, like stroking fine silk," the human commented and let go to step back. The spots his fingers had squeezed throbbed a bit with a pleasant sensation.
"Ooh you are lucky, they really like you. You are going to get so much lust from them," Lux commented but nobody seemed to notice.
"Lust?" Alariel stuttered. At that moment she realized that she had really been turned into a loose woman. The orc touching her had fully made her want to touch him back. There was even a strange urge to lick his tasty looking abs.
"Huh? Yeah, your outfit sure entices lust alright. I'm never going to look at a jester the same ever again," a human who had not spoken before commented. He was spreading his legs on the stool and the hand that was in his pocket was moving something in his crotch.
"Me neither, especially if we got a real crazy one doing us in a group like that," another one commented and created a moment of laughter. Though Alariel was sure they were not laughing at something she did even as she was not sure what was so funny about a crazy jester doing a group thing.
"Hear that? Are you going to do us as a group tonight? We promise to give some extra," the old bearded man asked and the laughter stopped. All eyes were locked on Alariel and even the orc who had been touching her stepped away to look at her. She had no idea what to say so she voiced what came to her heated mind.
"Since I have already become a... loose woman who... likes the male touch... I guess we can keep going," Alariel stuttered and lifted her hand to feel up the orc's very firm stomach. At this point, her body wanted to touch things almost as much as it wanted to be touched.
"Hear that she's all ours for the night so we better take good care of her," the old bearded man declared and triggered several cheers.
"So no need to hurry, come to the counter, Ms. Jester. I bet you can give us a good show in more ways than one," a human who had been standing behind the counter voiced and clapped the wooden surface. It triggered the men to clear a path for Alariel to walk through the room. The orc followed her all the way there and even helped her to stand on the counter by lifting her up with ease. Though he took a reward from it by slapping her ass hard enough to almost make her fall to the other side. But she managed to correct her stance with her levitation ability and made the correction look comical enough to cause a couple of the men to laugh.
Alariel rotated around to face most of the crowd in a way that almost made her fall gain. She was more than aware that some really enjoyed it when a jester fooled around on top of something and would almost fall even if they did not. Though this time one of the humans grabbed Alariel's ankle to balance her and she froze to stare at how he lifted her feet enough to give a kiss to her sole. Even if her suit was oddly dirt resistant it still made her look at it with even more confusion.
"Keep your hands for yourself for a moment and let her perform," one of the orcs commented and pushed the human's hand away that had gripped Alariel's ankle. He did not resist and leaned back to have a better view of the jester in her skin-tight outfit.
"Right... hello gentlemen and more gentlemen," Alariel stuttered with an awkward tone. Even if she had never been this close to none elves before she really wanted to perform since she had been given the opportunity to do so. She really wanted to see these men laugh and be made happy by her.
"It's me the fool in case you would mistake me for a human... though since there are some of you here I guess they can help to point that out," Alariel declared with a weird nervous tone while her body heated up. None of the men had really laughed at her opening lines even as some had weird smiles. Especially the orcs. So she decided to go with one of the more popular jokes that always made the grim nobles of the court laugh.
"Have any of you guys been to the streets lately? While I was out there nobody even looked at me funny. Know why? Because I got lost and went to the human district," Alariel delivered as best she could while swaying on the counter almost like she was about to fall any moment. She was encouraged to go on by the grins spreading on the lips of some of the audience. She suddenly felt a bit more confident even as the men were staring at her up her long legs from a short distance.
"I was about to ask the guards to clean the street but then I realized the guard was an orc and simply asked him to leave with the humans. Though as he was an orc he got mad and wanted to skin me alive to make a new set of pants. I tried to tell him red and black did not work well with green but he only got more mad. I was only saved when the brute forgot what he was mad about and walked away. Lucky me," Alariel said with an increasingly cheerful tone. All the lips in her audience were gaping with weird grins. There was a moment of silence while Alariel did another almost fall but then at least one orc and three humans burst into almost uncontrollable laughter while some of the others let out weird grunting giggles.
"Holy hell, is she trying to make us hate fuck her or something?" one of the humans asked with a weird grin even as he was not laughing.
"Talking about shock and awe," one of the orcs declared in the middle of his booming laughter.
"Definitely not what I expected," the bearded human commented with a smile.
"What did you expect?" Alariel asked.
"Sex jokes, though these almost count if the goal is to get us to want to fuck you real hard," came a reply from another human who was locking his eyes into Alariel's ass movements.
"Fuck? You mean that thing jesters do to lonely human housewives?" Alariel asked with a confused head tilt as she did not know it outside the jester jokes and Olivia had refused to explain it. It triggered even stronger laughter than before. There definitely were more than five of them laughing but at that moment Alariel seemed to have forgotten about the bet and was filled with the rush of being the center of the undivided attention. Even Lux was staring at her while emptying another mug of ale without being seen.
"Aaah bloody hell, I bet you have some good cock jokes," one of the orcs mused after he stopped laughing.
"You mean about the thing men have... between their legs and women do not?" Alariel stuttered while her eyes trailed to the ridiculously large gremlin cock that just stood there on Lux's green lap. Before this day she had only heard about them in the coarser jester jokes.
"That's the one, I bet you can take up pretty much anything up yours with that wide elf hip," the orc replied and stood up to slap his cock on the counter next to Alariel's feet.
"That's a cock?" Alariel stuttered with dilating eyes. At first glance, the green-veined brick looked even thicker than her wrist. It was so heavy that despite being pumped full of blood it laid on the even surface instead of rising higher.
"Not just any cock, a mighty orc cock. You can have the honor of touching it if you want," the orc offered while Alariel kept staring at it.
"Can I?" Alariel stuttered and swallowed hard. The more she stared at the rod the tastier it looked. Like it was the main dish of a dinner that was going to be saved last.
"Sure you can," the orc offered and Alariel knelt down to poke at the cock with her index finger. It barely rolled from her push and most of the movement was on the foreskin that was too tight to hide the shroom-tip.
"So what's your name?" the orc asked while his manhood was getting increasingly poked at by a curious elf princess.
"Alariel," she replied and stood up again in shock. Alariel had been too focused on the penis to stop herself from saying her real name.
"Hey that's the same as the latest princess," one of the humans declared with some echoing laughter.
"And the most popular name among whores," another commented with even more laughter.
"I'm not a whore, I'm just a loose woman tainted by male touch. There is no way I would ask silver to be touched like some common merchant," Alariel flared and triggered the stronger burst of laughter from her audience so far. Even she began giggling with them while she thought there was no way these men actually thought she was some whore that slept with demons. Based on her tutor whores were less than any race and had no place in the society.
"I wonder," one of the humans voiced and stood up to land his hand on Alariel's lower stomach. He slid it down and some of his fingers found their way through the buttons that protected her crotch. In the next moment, he gave it a strong pull and all of the buttons opened like magic. The realization that the men now saw her special place made Alariel's knees suddenly feel weak in a way that bent them to give the audience an even better look at her virgin elf pussy.
"Holy hell, that's some high-class pussy alright," came the first comment while the men clustered to give an inspection to the tight vulva that had been reddened with some glistening.
"I guess she does not need to undress," the human mused while sniffing the nether flap that had entirely come off. Though the suit clung onto her skin in a way that it just barely gave full access to her pussy and rear hole. So anything that was not between her legs was still pretty well covered.
"She can't really be an elf, right?" one of the orcs asked and gave a look at Alariel's pointed ears that kept up the fluffy white things on both sides of her head.
"Come down for me. I want to feel up those ears of yours," another orc instructed and Alariel fell down to kneel on the counter even if it was just to hide her special place. The fact that so many men had seen it shocked her more than anything else. It was a place only her maids and her future husband should have been allowed to see.
"I'll be damned, this feels like a genuine elf ear all right," the orc commented while grabbing Alariel's ear through the fabric.
"Really... definitely feels genuine," one of the humans commented while he reached to feel up Alariel's other ear.
A wide smile spread on Alariel's lips and she began to giggle. She had definitely become a loose woman after these men had seen her special place. There was even an urge for her to show it to them again and see them smile so happily. While they had looked at it some of them had looked way happier than when she had been telling jokes.
"So where are we gonna do it? Would make a mess to do it here," one of the humans commented.
"Well, it's a special occasion. How many of you want to tell stories about that one time they fucked a hot elf jester with the princess's name on a bar counter?" the bearded human asked with a grin. It was received with eager grunts and nods.
"But only if you clean the mess by the morning," the bearded human added and the men still kept nodding.
"What is happening?" Alariel uttered while most of the males in the room began to strip and pile their clothes to the wall hangers.
"No need to worry, we are all gentlemen here and will treat you like a real elf princess," one of the faster strippers voiced with an echo of laughter. Once they were done with the clothes strong hands helped Alariel to lay down on the counter with spread legs.
Many hands traveled along Alariel's body and her suit did very little to stop her from vividly feeling them. One of them found their way through the buttons that surrounded her breasts to rip away the covers. It was followed with a cheer and the men looked even happier to Alariel than before.
"This is what I call a perfect set," one of the orcs commented and grabbed both of Alariel's breasts to give them a firm but an oddly gentle squeeze for a moment. It made even her spine tingle and would have definitely caused her breathing to get ragged if it was even possible to disturb it anymore. Same with her heat, she was almost getting afraid of bursting into flames at any moment if the men kept giving her any more attention or smiles.
"Anybody not been with an elf before?" came a question and there was a moment of silence before one of the humans uttered. "I haven't."
"Then you go first, everybody fine with that?" the bearded human voiced and the others grunted in agreement.
Alariel watched one of the blond humans to position himself between her legs. He had muscle lines that made her eyes follow them but nowhere as well defined as the orc. Though her focus went almost immediately to the hairs that grew around his cock. At that moment Alariel realized that none of the men were removing their body hair like her. So according to her tutor, these men were uncivilized barbarians.
Though even as these men were barbarians they were still made visibly happy by Alariel. So she concluded it did not really matter to her who she was making happy. Everybody deserved happiness and she wanted to give it to them. After all, she had already become a loose woman who liked being touched so she might as well use that to make others happy.
Suddenly something touched Alariel's special spot and she jerked to look at it. The blond human had pushed the tip of his cock inside of her. It created a weird sense of connection. Just the way her vulva locked into the shaft made her feel odd in more ways than one.
"She's a virgin?" the blond human uttered while Alariel's walls squeezed his tip against her hymen without mercy. Even if she did not exactly understand everything that was happening her body was reacting directed by the lust filling her.
"Aren't all elves? My regular fuck that I only afford once a month still wraps around me with her elf hymen even as she has worked for a hundred years," one of the orcs mused and the others laughed. Alariel was unable to follow their conversation as all she was thing was how she had become one with his man. The shape of his tip was burning into her mind so vividly that she was unsure if it was part of her body now or not.
"Hundred years?" the blond human stuttered and gave a weird look at Alariel's mask. Like he thought there was something very old hiding behind it.
"Don't talk about age with elves. It will only make your erection go away. Just focus on that eternally tight pussy in front of you," another orc mused like a wise old man.
"Right... I'm not going to hold back then," the blond human voiced and Alariel felt the pressure mount with heat until in the next moment something popped. The cock slid all the way into her red swollen mound and the sense of connection became even deeper.
"Ooh fuck, it's like she's trying to cut me in half," the blond human stuttered while Alariel's durable elf hymen that had retreated acted like a slippery potency ring. Though inside the adaptive elf pussy that felt like an over the top extra that was just there to make it clear there was no retreat for the semen once pumped inside.
"Move, just look how wet and ready she is or she might actually squeeze you in half," came another comment with laughter echoing it. Alariel had definitely never felt anything like this. On top of the men looking so happy because of her one of them was connecting with her in a fun tingly way. Even if it was the secret thing only married couples did that had not been told to her she no longer cared. She had broken the rules the moment she had begun playing a jester to herself during the darkest hours of the night so she should just embrace anything that made her happier at this point.
"Right," the blond human replied and grabbed from Alariel's thighs to start thrusting. The sudden speed he did so paralyzed her for a moment. Now she definitely did not have any idea what was happening. The special spot that was reserved for marriage was being filled with something weird but oddly delicious. Like she suddenly had a second mouth that was being filled with tasty sausage that made her drool.
"It's... cock... entering... me," Alariel stuttered while the thrusts into her sped up into loud slaps. It was a form of connection and happiness Alariel did not know even existed. The blond human was grinning at her like she was about to pass out from pure glee. So she had no other choice but to smile him back under her mask.
"Don't tell me you want to be treated like a virgin elf princess?" one of the orcs asked. Even now Alariel had difficulties of really attaching characteristics to the men around her. They were like a wall of solid meat to her that were pointing their cocks to her. Hard veined cocks that were looking increasingly tasty to her.
"I am a virgin elf princess... turned into a loose woman that likes eating cock with the mouth in her special place," Alariel uttered. She now knew why her special place was saved for her husband. A loose woman would never be able to live without the sensations she was now feeling. And since she was a loose woman she now wanted to give her special place to strange men. Even now she kept looking at one of the orc cocks and thinking what it might feel like to touch. But since she no longer needed to hold back she decided to do so.
Alariel swallowed hard and reached for the closest orc cock around her. She managed to squeeze its tip almost the moment something exploded inside of her. Before she even realized what it was the blond human pulled out of her. It was a weird heat filled sensation that Alariel lacked words to describe. Like the human had left something sweet and hot inside of her.
"Love?" Alariel silently mouthed with her lips in confusion. She had read about love but it did not really match this. In none of the books, it had been said that cocks were used to give love. Though as love was also something between a married couple the two definitely had a connection.
Suddenly the orc whose tip Alariel had held stepped between her legs to point his tip into her. Now that she saw a closer size comparison with herself and the cock she was no longer as sure how much she wanted to eat it with her special place.
"Let us humans go first, you orc," one of the humans protested but he was easily pushed to a side by a large green elbow.
"She's an elf, she will be as tight to you as to me. So don't worry about it," the orc grunted and pressured his tip into Alariel's vulva. It looked absurd enough to make her lips tilt but in the next moment, it was her eyes that tilted when the orc holstered half of his length into her in one solid move.
"Damn tight, squeezing my brains out," the orc muttered while Alariel recovered from her initial shock that had twitched her knees. Once again her elastic elven hymen had locked itself around the cock like to lock the semen and the cock inside of her. Alariel lacked the words to describe the sensations as anything but very deeply connected.
"Ihhngii," Alariel let out a weird sound from her lips when the orc began moving his hip. From the start, he seemed more than satisfied just to use the tight elven pussy to milk only half of his length. Though even that made Alariel stare at it in pure awe. She had trouble believing that something so big was fitting into her let alone how it felt. She was being shaped by this orc to feel a deeper and deeper connection.
As the orc only gripped from the base of his shaft to control the penetration he did not even lay a hand on Alariel. It was stared at with awe by more than just her. Her soaked opening kept eating up half of the large cock with ease. The odd relaxing sliding sensation did little to make everything feel real. In fact, the opposite was the truth. Every time the tip tapped Alariel's deepest place with a pleasurable pulse it seemed even more absurd to her.
The large orc cock dripped in abundant juices that were clearly coming from inside of Alariel. But all of it was so absurd to her. Relaxation and pleasurable tingling definitely should not have been a thing when something so big was being repeatedly pushed into her. Even if she knew from books how elastic and durable her immortal elven skin was, she was unable to wrap her head around it.
"I wonder about those lips... I knew it," the human that the orc had pushed away wondered and reached a finger for Alariel's mask to part her painted lips. They slid open to let his finger poke at Alariel's tongue. She closed her own lips due to it like a reflex and the human did a few playful thrusts with his finger to make her suck it.
With a smile, the human guided Alariel's torso to lay down and tilt her head to the side. Once done the human did not waste time to thrust his entire length into her mouth. Because the mechanical lips acted like a potency ring he had no trouble thrusting from the start even as Alariel was too confused to suck. She had never tasted anything like the thing that was being slid along her tongue to almost dip into her throat.
Even as the orc pumped Alariel's inner gate the raw and salty human cock in her mouth took all her attention for a moment. Saliva rushed into her mouth but it only made the rawness of the act taste even harder to her royal sensibilities. Not to mention the man's barbarically unshaven crotch hairs were only stopped from entering into her mouth by the mask's lips. She stared at them almost in horror as hairs kept coming close enough to rub into the eyes of her mask.
"Don't overdo it," came a comment as the human thrust into Alariel's mask hard enough to create slap sounds. Though lucky for her most of the power was mitigated by her mask.
"I won't and this damn ring is too tight, I'm going to cum already," the man almost thrusting into Alariel's throat declared and a moment later something that she lacked words for filled her mouth. She kept swallowing it like a reflex while she had no idea what it was for a moment. Though then she realized it had to be the seed of life that husbands gave to their wives. Though she had never seen a mention that any seed was slimy liquid in any books. So she concluded that since they were not married the seed of life was not matured enough to be solid.
The human kept making Alariel suck his cock for a while and only moments after he pulled out something big exploded in her core. The orc filled her with even more of the strange hot sensation that made her tingle more than the first human. Even if she still tasted the semen in her mouth the sensation was so much different that she was unable to connect the weird raw taste to this all-consuming pulse filling her core.
"It's love, I'm being filled with love," Alariel declared and moved her hands to feel up her stomach that she was sure was filled with the sensation the books she had read described as true love. It was heat, it was desire and most of all it was an all-consuming sensation within and now it radiated all over her body.
"And here I thought she was too distracted by orc cock to make more jokes," one of the humans commented and the others laughed. At that moment Alariel realized his words were true. Even if these men were enjoying touching her loose woman body she was not doing her job as a jester that well. So she really had to do something about it or her career as a jester would be as big of a failure as a pure virgin princess that should not be touched before marriage.
"Orcs sure are the biggest brutes around. Even when put next to humans they are the ones who poke into any hole they can fit their dumb meat sticks into. No matter how dirty and often used," Alariel uttered with an awkward tone while trying to think of a joke that included all the races around her. Though even as she said it a new kind of revelation about the joke came to her mind while she watched the orc slowly stir the semen inside of her.
"Hah, that's right. There's no cumdump jester I won't stick my cock in if they can fit me," the orc inside Alariel declared with some laughter. He kept grinning at her while making sure all of his load was being pumped out. His hand slid along his long shaft while he made sure to holster his tip against Aleriel's inner gate.
"Yeah, no fuck is too dirty for an orc but some are just too small," one of the humans mused while jerking his own cock.
"Not this one, this elf is just the perfect fuck-size," the orc finishing unloading into Alariel replied and landed his hand to feel up her stomach. He stopped moving like he was giving one last solemn goodbye.
"Wait, what? That was about fuck? And fuck is this?" Alariel uttered with dilating eyes. Suddenly she began understanding so many of the jokes she knew. As they flashed through her mind she was sure some of them were pretty mean but since the nobles found them funny she concluded she probably did not understand them fully yet. Even her maids kept telling her they were not something a noble lady should understand when she had tried to ask them.
When the orc tried to pull out, his tip got stuck into Alariel's hymen for a moment and he had to do a second pull-out move. It caused a loud unplugging sound and some cheers from the audience as thick cum burst out of Alariel before her hymen adapted and locked most of it inside of her.
One of the remaining humans rushed to thrust his cock into Alariel's pussy put he pulled it out the moment he penetrated her hymen and felt all of the orc semen inside. Though the quick hard thrust was more than enough to make her knees twitch again. Like her hymen was connected into them and every time it was stretched open it sent a pulse
"Tipping my cock into hot orc cum is gross," the human flared and went to get a napkin to wipe his cock.
"Ooh well, your loss," the second orc commented and took the human's place. He did not seem to mind about the other orc's cum even as it burst out of Alariel on his first thrust. In fact, he used it as lube and thrust even faster than the first orc after taking solid grips from Alariel's thighs.
"Bring a bucket under. I will make her spill so hard," the second orc grunted but the fact it was far too late only created laughter.
"A bit late on that," came a comment as the men laughed while looking at the slippery juices dripping down the counter's edge to form a pool on the floor. The orc kept pumping into the elven hole until it no longer spilled and let him thrust without having to worry his feet.
By now Alariel was sure she would not be able to live without experiencing the sensations that came to her from fucking. Even if she was locked back into her room the only thing she would be able to think was this moment. How her body was embracing the hard shaft of this brutish orc that kept grinning at her with his tusked teeth.
"So you going to keep fucking them all night or you want me to give the tax now. I don't know how long I can wait while just watching this since they ran out of booze," the gremlin Lux suddenly declared as he stepped next to Alariel on the bar counter. She was forced to swallow hard while looking at the disproportionately large green brick that had an oddly perfect and well-sculpted shape.
"Did I win?" Alariel uttered and she got several affirmative grunts at the same time. The gremlin slid down through the wooden surface. A Moment later green hands gripped Alariel's waist and something poked into her ass that was heavily lubed by dripping orc semen. None of the others seemed to see the hands that were coming through the table.
"Get ready to take all the lust I have stored. It's gonna be a blast," Lux declared and a cock thrust up Alariel's ass. It came with heat and pressure but then something else definitely exploded. Like a surge of pure energy something that was definitely lust filled her body. From the first impact, her clit throbbed hard and her eyes tried to roll around.
"Ooghaag Gods... two. Two cocks," Alariel slurred with weird feral moans that did not stop.
"Heh, if you ask so nicely, jerk me, jester," the human who had only dipped his tip into Alariel's pussy mused and sat on a bench next to her head. He guided her left hand to grip his base and he began using it like a tool to masturbate.
"This is truly some fine fabric," the human commented and rubbed Alariel's gloved fingers harder into his shaft. The sensation was completely overshadowed by the two large cocks that were doing double-duty to her nether holes.
"Aaghii ahahhaii," came from Alariel's lips when she tried to say something. Lux thrust into her way harder than the orc and every strike he did filled her with even more strange tingling energy. It was even making her nipples more erect than before and a small house breeze against their bare skin felt increasingly vivid.
"Looking tasty," the human whose cock Alariel was holding mused. He leaned in to give her left nipple a deep kiss. It generated several counter pulses of the strange waves filling Alariel's body that mostly originated from her ass. Though the pressure there was slowly dissipating. Like Lux had climaxed but there was no sensation of liquid heat in her ass.
Suddenly the human stood up and stepped on the counter. Then he knelt down to slap his cock between Alariel's breasts. He dripped saliva on it before squeezing the two mounds together.
"Aargh damn in," came a sudden loud shout and all eyes turned into the minotaur. He had managed to get himself to climax while jerking himself too intensely. The way his oozing cum stained his fur triggered laughter in the room. Though soon enough the human sitting on Alariel re-focused to really start thrusting between her breasts. The sensation was weird but the moment the second orc exploded his load inside of her she barely noticed what the human was doing.
"Aaghhiih agagh," Alariel's moans were even more feral than before while her core imploded with liquid heat. She did not even notice when Lux had pulled out to appeared next to her with a hanging gremlin penis.
"All out of lust, so sleepy," Lux mused and floated through a wall with a yawn. Though Alariel did not have the time to focus on that as the human shot his load on her mask and neck. It dripped on the fabric but it seemed to be resistant so all of it flowed to the floor.
In another sudden event, the orc decided to pull out in one strong move that caused thick semen to burst out of Alariel. It was yet another weird sensation that she lacked words to describe. So she only let out a weird giggle.
When the human stepped down from the desk nobody else approached Alariel so she lifted to sit up.
"You must be thirsty after all this, felt bad for the old bull so the least you can do is have a taste," the human whose cock Alariel had sucked offered while holding a mug. She immediately saw how it was filled with a milky white substance.
"Thank you," Alariel voiced as it would have been impolite to refuse. She lifted the mug to her lips and took a sip of the raw semen of life she had tasted before. Though this one had a more palatable favor to her.
"Was that all who wanted to take part?" the bearded human mused. Only now Alariel realized he had been sitting in his chair fully clothed the whole time.
"You not going to do her?" one of the humans asked the third orc who was jerking his cock while sitting in a chair. Though the rod looked way more flaccid than the other orcs had been.
"I already came... not to mention not going to ask for debt money again to pay for a whore. So I just watched a free show, right?" the orc mused.
"Right, time to pool the money then, or did one of you pay her already?" the bearded human asked with main focus on Alariel.
"Yeah, who sent you here? Despite the get-up, you seem like a pretty high-class elf whore. Must not have been cheap," one of the other humans asked with a smirk while sending glances around the room.
"I'm not a whore, don't you dare to claim I sleep with vile demons," Alariel flared and stood up from the counter. Though due to the semen dripping along her legs in a combination with the jester suit it only made the men laugh.
"Right, mind dropping the act for a moment so we can get the price right," the bearded human mused with a shrug.
"Just what are you implying?" Alariel flared again even as she was more confused than anything else.
"Aren't you done with these mortals? You need to hurry or the maids might notice you are missing," a familiar voice said in Alariel's mind.
"Mr. God?" Alariel uttered and looked around.
"Let me guide you to the place you need to go," came a reply from the enigmatic lust god.
"Yes Mr. God," Alariel declared and rushed out of the room through a sidewall. She left many very confused individuals behind.
** * **
Alariel was led to a calm forest lake that was basking in the moonlight. Due to her fast traveling speed and the incident with the men only lasting barely an hour, there was still plenty of night left.
"Undo your avatar state and come to me in your bare form," the lust god instructed and Alariel knew what he meant. She willed her mask to disappear and was on the beach in just her white nightgown.
"Now walk into the water and offer all the lust in your body to me," the lust god instructed.
"Yes Mr. God," Alariel voiced. Whatever Lux had filled her with was still inside of her. It was making every spot in her body pulse with heat and pleasurable tingles. So she had no trouble taking steps into the cool lake water. With every step, she waited for something to happen but she was waist-deep in the water before purple mist floated along the surface of the lake.
The world twisted around Alariel and she felt the lust god's presence all around her while the mist intensified to enclose her into a space where she did not even see the shore of the lake.
Suddenly warm sensations wrapped around Alariel's legs and moved up them. Soon after sturdy purple tentacles burst out of the water all around her.
"Mr. God is that you?" Alariel uttered. Even if the touch was warm and pleasant the tentacles brushed into her special place.
"Is that what you call me? I kind of like the ring of that," the lust god mused. His tentacles pressured both of Alariel's nether holes with soft gentleness. The sensations lulled her into relaxation.
"You did not give me your name... Are we going to fuck?" Alariel replied while a tentacle tip pushed into her elven hymen and stretched it open with its tip. Unlike before she barely felt it before the mass pushed to fill the entirety of her pussy.
"Mr. God is just fine. Now let me extract the lust from you before it... causes any complications," Mr. God replied and let another of his tentacles to fill Alariel's ass.
"Is this what lust feels like? No wonder my tutor told me it is dangerous and should not be embraced to avoid wanting more," Alariel voiced even as the sensations of lust that had filled her on her way here were decreasing and being replaced by calmness.
"As my avatar, you are a master of lust. There is nothing wrong if you embrace it," Mr. God voiced. His tentacles moved to surround Alariel to support her to lay on them while they spread her legs. Even as both of the tentacles filled her as deeply as possible they moved like they were pumping something out of her instead of into her. While it happened every kind of tingling in her body lessened and tiredness filled her even as it was not the kind that would have let her sleep.
"If that is what you wish of me. I won't hold back anymore... I will embrace it since I'm no longer fit to be a princess. I will be your jester instead. I will make everybody happy and laugh in your name with jokes and fucking," Alariel declared even as she was holding back a yawn.
"Once we are done here, return to the palace. Your role as a princess is not over yet even if I appreciate your... enthusiasm, " Mr. God voiced. The intensity of his reverse tentacle thrusts amplified like he was reaching towards an unholy climax only a strange tentacle entity would be able to achieve.
"Yes, Mr. God... I will be a good princess, like before... if that is what you want," Alariel replied with clear hesitation and disappointment in her voice. Her eyes trailed into the tentacle entering into her pussy. Even if it felt pleasant there was an increasing sense of losing something. A sensation that was close to being tired after a long day and losing all will to keep going.
"Who said anything about a good princess? But please do try not to act too out of your old role," Mr. God mused a moment before his tentacles suddenly began to retreat.
"Just tell me what I should do. I'm really good at doing things when I'm told how to do them," Alariel uttered with fear in her tone while the tentacles disappeared around her. She did not want him to leave yet. There were things she wanted to ask even as she did not know what they were. Not to mention she had to go back to the palace after he was gone. But no matter how panicked she looked soon enough the purple mist was gone with the tentacles.
For a moment Alariel felt so tired that she almost just let herself fall asleep while standing in the lake but then a memory of an orc cock flashed into her mind from before. With it came a small pulse of lust and desire that made her focus. At that moment she knew what her god had taken from her she could get back. She also knew at that moment lust was indeed something she had already embraced to the point that she wanted more. She wanted it to fill her body again.
"Mr. God... I will do what you say. I promise," Alariel declared to the lake basking in the moonlight and manifested her jester mask. A moment later her red and black suit appeared to cover her skin. Even the parts that had been ripped away before by the hunters.
And so Princess Alariel who had grown with strict palace discipline was offered things by a strange lust god she barely understood. But one thing was sure, she wanted more of those things if only to learn things that had never been taught to her before.
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