Her cock gradually growing hard in between Etolie's lips, the Princess can't help but let out a gasp of pleasure as she's so skillfully serviced by this beautiful and petite woman.

"Oh sweet science! I can't believe what an amazing whore you are! I'm so lucky!"

Her lithe fingers curl between Etolie's hair, as her tentacles coil around the girl, sensitive suckers sampling the smooth contours of her exposed flesh. When Etolie begins deep-throating her she loses it and thrashes about. "Ohh that's right you slut, want me to skull fuck you?" A few times she thrusts deeper down the student's throat, but stops at that, not wanting to lose her load just yet.

None of the boys she took how to meet daddy would dare use such language but they had no balls either and she soon got bored of them. Even the guy she began seeing on a steady basis though of course that had never interfered with her own plans of debauchery.

Etolie grins about the cock at hearing her Princess in such jubilant states and considers that it is time to remind her of why she entered into this arrangement with her as she suck the air out of her mouth, tightening her lips further and steadily bobbed back and forth against that embedded length, her tongue serving both to tease and stimulate showing that she knew just what she was doing with it.

Her eyes remained cast up as her tongue messaged that pole as she gave it a continual coating of her saliva.

“Mmmhmm ...” She muffled out as little vibrations shot over that cock as she suck it, not minding those thrusts seeing that her Princess was not large enough to worry too much about tripping her gag reflex, a nice size and as she continually takes it in she reaches up and squeezes a breast, hard though not painfully so, but the whole purpose was to make her feel it as she then pinched and tugged against a nipple just as roughly.

She could tell that the Princess was trying to hold back but she wanted that cum and drove herself on with quick motions, besides, she had no reservations about doing this again for her too. It wasn't as if she was in a rush to go study after all.

How close was she though? Etolie could not say as she brings her other hand to her own clit working against it as she continues.

The Princess is reminded of one of Etolie's more endearing qualities - her obvious experience. She isn't sure what the girl practiced sucking on, nor does it particularly matter to her, since the results speak for themselves.

She's conflicted between wanting to give Etolie's pussy a workout and not wanting to seem like the girl had 'earned' her reward too easily. Unfortunately, there was only one way it could end at this rate, and it wouldn't be anywhere near Etolie's bottom half. She tries to delay the inevitable by falling back on an old tactic: Thinking about men.

First she thinks about her two royal cousins visiting from twenty years ago. The boy her age, and a girl a few years older. The boy had continually tried to claim her virginity, and though she wasn't particularly attracted to him, she was just curious enough to give in. Then the girl had took her aside and warned her that if she slept with him that she'd lose her gold star. The Princess hadn't known what that meant, but had never once in her life turned down jewelry, so she rebuffed her would-be suitor in a way that he couldn't have misunderstood.

It wasn't until next year when the girl came to visit again that she learned quite intimately that she wasn't talking about jewelry at all.

Unfortunately that just wasn't doing enough, Etolie was too good, and the way she clamped down on that cock and took it with such little fear almost made her jizz on the spot.

She thought about an event from ten years ago, when a hideous minotaur had spent a week bellowing love poems at her to try to win her heart. The brute had balls the size of coconuts (eww!), which she knew not because she ever became intimate with him, but because he never bothered covering up to begin with - which come to think of it, meant they had one thing in common after all. Finally she had ditched him in a back woods star system.

Still, even that will only hold her back for so long. So when Etolie reaches up to punish her tits, she lets her, and then seizes her hand, squeezing it. She pulls Etolie's mouth and body upwards, staring fiercely into her eyes.

"Good job," she hisses, there's no warmth in her tone, no familiarity, only lust. "But you've got to show me how well you can take it now."

And then she sets Etolie down, impaling her directly on her engorged cock as the mass of tendrils cushion her ass and keep her away from the jagged stone. She bites Etolie on the shoulder, hard, and then jerks up, harder.

She didn't get that wish of cum erupting into her mouth but Etolie had been pleased that she had whipped the Princess up into a frenzy of want, of need. Drawn up and positioned thusly she could feel that tip against her neither lips.

Etolie was well trained with both men and women, though she did not play too much with men she had been adapt at pleasing them with her mouth usually just to shut them up.

She herself though had rarely been the one receiving physical pleasure, a lot of times her pleasure derived from the sheer dominance that she had over her victims and making them squirm a fair bit. In this case it was the dominance factor that spurned her on but rather the fact that she could drive the Princess to that needed point of want where her desires would be fulfilled.

She grinned as she was draw out, a gasp, part pain, part pleasure, shot through her with that bit to her shoulder as she feels herself being impaled from below.

There was no mistaking the need in that action, the power of those thrusts that came up into her wet passage, tight and gripping that portion of her as her hips spiraled back and forth grinding against that member, her fingers reaching down to twist those nipples with a little more force as her head tilts back making it easier for the Princess to access her neck and shoulders.

“Mmmm ...” She tosses her head back, her tits bouncing with each hard thrust below her that fills her. A warmth already their between her thighs, she was close already. Another gasp. “AHH! DON'T STOP!!!”

"You like it! Take it you cum dumpster!" She claws Etolie;s back swiftly, her short nails leaving red marks in their wake.

The Princess tries to last as long as she can, but she can't seem to summon up any memories of men to cool her down. Honestly, she doesn't want to, she feels that sweet, tantalizing flesh fitting her cock like a glove and her only desire remaining is to cum in it. Etolie's mouth did its job admirably, and she can only hold out for a couple dozen thrusts. She makes use of the time by entering Etolie's vagina hard and deep, and finally a wave of sticky liquid fills her tight little snatch.

The Princess smirks, pulls out, and dips a pair of fingers into Etolie's creamy cunt, digging out some cum which she smears on Etolie's lips. Then she pats her on the cheek.

She doesn't say anything, but she wriggles her tentacles and eventually decides she just can't get comfortable on land. Holding Etolie tightly, she launches and dives back into the water, and begins floating on her back on the surface.

“AH! AHHH! AHHHH!” Her back clawed at, the thrusts were full and powerful though Etolie presses her hips forth as fast as possible, capturing that member as deeply as possible inside her as her body begins to throb against those sensations.

“OHHH! FUCKING USE ME! FILL ME UP!” And soon she feels that luscious explosion within her core that triggers one of her own as she releases. Her lips soon coated in that essence, she draws her lips into her mouth licking the cum off of it before she is brought into the water with the Princess.

Panting she waits for the Princess to calm down a little before she looks upon her. She seems hesitant about something that rushes through her mind then looks away, and then back to the Princess.

“A request?”

The Princess has started toying with a strand of Etolie's hair. "I'm listening," she murmurs.

She doesn't know how to brooch the matter, her mind at conflict though it the end she speaks up, thinking that it was best. “I … I was wondering ...”

She pauses, not wishing for this to come out the wrong way. “If it's not too much trouble could you … do it again back there? Gently? It, it hurt last time ...”

She stills herself then looks away before looking back at the Princess.

The Princess raises a brow. "Well, I think I'm going to try but..." she grins. "You have to understand that being gentle isn't my specialty!" She giggles and dives beneath the surface, though she leaves Etolie above it. Her cock is quite spent, so she uses a tentacle instead, shooting ink into Etolie's ass to ease its passage, then snaking in, strange and alien with suckers clinging to her flesh as it passes.

Etolie is nervous at this. Not only did the matter bring out her CDR more but the fear of pain is there as well. She shivers a little, knowing that this was something that the Princess enjoys she tries to steal herself for this first feeling the spray of the black ink against her backside, the prelude of what was to come, her heart beats against her chest as she braces for this, a suckered tentacle snaking it's way forth, the very tip pressing against her rear.

“AHHHH!” She squeezes her lavender eyes closed, her ass opening easier given what they had been through earlier, her hands reaching back spreading her ass cheeks further apart to make this easier for the Princess or maybe herself or the two of them she does not know as she tries to relax against this as best as possible.

The Princess needs some way to vent her aggression. She considers just splitting her open and reaming the bitch, but that would probably end up making more brain surgery necessary, and she didn't even bring all the required supplies with her! Relationships were so difficult.

Fortunately she quickly gets a better idea. She can keep her tentacle relaxed and inserting its squishy mass in the most gentle manner possible, as long as she has another outlet. Another tentacle curls around Etolie's leg and seeks out her pussy. Unlike the first, this one is far more aggressive, invading her cunt without even waiting to make sure that it's wet first. It's muscles grow tense and create that hard friction that the first one isn't, as it jams itself deeper and deeper inside her. The Princess is still underwater, but Etolie can feel her body close, breasts pressed against her lower back, and arms circling her waist.

“OHHHHHH!” Her posture straightens a bit, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels the tentacle coiling about her leg, then it without hesitation. The appendage finds her still, still aroused given what they had just been up to.

Both holes are filled then, a combination of fast and slow rush against her as her eyes flutter closed, a hand reaches down to swirl against her clit as she sits up on her knees her back against that chest, so endowed …

She reaches back with the other hand her fingers latching at the back of the Princesses head.

“OH GOD, THAT … THAT ...UHHHHHHH!” The mixture of fast and slow seems to be doing the trick as she shudders already against those tentacles, leaning back as she pants, her chest rising and falling against the onslaught the sweeps over her until she can feel something snapping in that passage feeling the flood of her own release that gives rise ta a stark cry of bliss.

The Princess grasps Etolie's wrist as she reaches for her clit, wanting to feel her motions as she pleasures herself. Fingers twine within her thick locks of green hair, and she rests her cheek against Etolie's back. Getting this kind of reaction is so much fun that the Princess begins to forget herself. The build-up is subtle at first, but the anal thrusting gradually builds up speed and becomes firmer. Dimly she recalls that Etolie had asked for a gentle fuck, but surely she didn't mean gentle, right...?

Fingers entwine with her own as both her holes where filled then. The counter of slow and fast working against each other as those tentacles work against one another. She can keenly feel each within her rubbing against the thin wall of flesh that separates the two.

She gasps out, lavender eyes pressing closed as the Princess fills her, the gradual increase in speed back there isn't noticed at first.

“AHHHH!”

The depth though is fine, it doesn't hurt yet though it does fell strange and knew but at the same time her body is distracted by the tentacle that surges through her pussy knowing all the places to touch. Provided that the Princess didn't go too deep it might be alright.

Her head dips, the walls of her pussy quiver against the welcomed tentacle as they close against their guest delivering up their moist juices that saturate her time and time again.