Then the whips! Lilliphane could not even begin to conceive how she had made it through the blistering pain, as the savage prince had excoriated the most delicate parts of her body. Even now, her skin seemed to sear and burn at every slight movement and it hurt to breathe.

And now, the foulest creature inhabiting the bowels of the keep, a rancid, ugly troglodyte of a man, was visiting the final ignominy upon her. A character so hideous, that he had been walled up in the dungeons years ago – along with all his mechanical horrors. Lilliphane shivered with revulsion as he was filled her up with his vile organ, huffing and puffing behind her as he sated himself. Groaning and shaking her hips as his shaft swelled and splashed his thick, hot jism into her.

Whilst Lilliphane was forced to endure the gaoler's seemingly endless orgasm, she was treated to the sight of the prince shooting his load into the treacherous countess as they writhed together on the racking table before her very nose.

The beautiful, flame haired Jessica, whom Lilliphane had always secretly envied for her boundless grace and vivacity, was wrapped around the satyr like a second skin. Her arms and legs encircled his massive trunk as he pounded her svelte body; her fingers crooked like talons, the gleaming red nails buried in his flesh, her feet locked around his back, the trim ankles crossed to imprison him.

Despite herself, Lilliphane felt a brief, unwelcome frisson of voyeuristic pleasure ripple through her vagina as the two sweating copulants flexed and panted before her. Between the satyr's spread thighs, the princess could see his organ plunging in and out of Jessica's fiery, red beaver, the blushing labia, swollen, fat and glistening, being stretched beyond belief by the inhuman tool. The countess' nether mouth leaking around the sides of the shaft as he bottomed himself in her, forcing out the cloying seed in thick, silver ribbons than ran slowly down to fill her anal cleft, the excess forming a large, spreading pool on the scarred oak beneath her.



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