Chapter 36: The Green Dress Servant.
The Peacock Harpy Prince, named at 23, had encouraged and covered the younger Eurasian harpy princes at 19 to help him commit an unspeakable act. Raping one of the Raven Servants at the castle.
The Raven servant who ended up getting jumped this night by the Peacock's manipulative scheming had black wings, ice-white eyes, and a pale face with blood-red lips that was far too pretty to be a servant at all.
Dressed in a green noble robe and brassy body plate, she had returned back-up from the disused stairs that lead down into the old dungeon. It was used as a dump for food waste to rot these day, not as the main dungeon. The queen had the castle renovated a few years back and had a more modern dungeon built with updated torture contraptions to her specifications and likings for the grim and grizzly requirements that came with sentencing as the Raven Queen.
Having found unicorn chains in a corner and locked up her new favourite captive in them, her new pet and a mythical creature worth a bit of study.
As she is not wearing her usual black royal garments, the peacock prince doesn't recognise her fully due to his strange fetishism that he has for securing a Raven mate. He had also never actually met the younger princess.
They had been searching for a servant. Any servant, and she was wearing clothes that a Royal would never have been seen in. They jumped her in one of the hallways, prepared and led by the Peacock... using a potion that Prince Chaitav sometimes carried with him. Caught by surprise in a chokehold, she struggled against him as he held a cloth to her mouth to breathe in the potion. The more she struggled, the harder he pressed the cloth.
Within minutes, her body had become limp in Lorian's arms.
"That liquid really worked?!" Gasped Lorcan.
With a satisfaction so smug any female would find it repulsive, "Of course it did, I had told you it would." Chaitav had found what seemed to be a food storage room and had moved the unconscious girl into that area. "Help me move her in here."
"Got it," Lorian, now acting suspiciously as Chaitav's lackey. Trying to impress their new friend and the prince, they mistakenly looked up to believing he was older and wiser, from another clan.
He began by stroking the Raven Harpy Servant's Hair and Feathers, as she was resting on a large food storage box.
He begins taking off her brassy coloured breastplate by undoing the buckles at the side with ease. Garments of such poor quality... not fit for a Royal. He began moving the hem of her dress's breast line to reveal and fondle her petite breasts with his long, bony hands. "Oh, how I have waited for this." He says as he moves his other hand between the unconscious girl's legs.
Lorcan and Loris, standing by the closed storage room door, on the inside, caught between sentry duty, listening for any approach while studying what Prince Chaitav was doing with deep, curious interest that filled their own bodies with an uncomfortable warmth.
She was dry, and this annoyed Prince Chaitav. She should be ready to serve him, unconscious or not.
He called Loris over.
The brothers switched, and now only Lorcan guarded the door. "Loris, you have never been with a female, right? You have never... Felt or seen one's parts or released your seed in one," Chaitav mused, "Here, I will teach you how to warm one up; however, I get to be the first, I'll explain what I do as I go along."
Guided by what seems like experience by Chaitav, Loris does exactly as he is told. Moving his hands inside the unconscious servant girl in the green dress. Beginning with talons as low as possible, the young owl entered an area of a female harpy, thinking he would only ever would once mated. Running his finger along a tight rim that began to moisten and turn from pale porcelain to a more pinkish-red colour.
This turns all of the young princes on, and Chaitav more incredibly so. He has waited for this moment to feel and be with a Raven female uninterrupted. To fully satisfy his indulgences without an unpleasant interference. It is a deluded and unstable fetish and mindset for him, but the Eurasian brothers had no idea. Instead, they looked up to the Peacock prince.
With concentration, as though the Peacock Prince was a great teacher, Loris followed Chaitav's instructions on how to finger a pussy and get it warmed up. Chaitav was giving the instructions between unconscious body worship with the parts of the harpy servant already on display, licking her nipples on her petite breasts with the Peacock harpy's unusually long tongue, forcing it into her mouth while still unconscious and feeling around. Chaitav himself began to feel his own cock throbbing and visibly twitching. He had absolutely no shame in pleasuring himself in company. Drunk on opportunity.
Loris follows Chaitav's further instructions, his hands moving up and down the Raven Harpy Servant's thighs, in between teasing her inner thighs. He can feel her pulse quicken and the warmth between her legs as he begins to finger her.
Meanwhile, Chaitav is still lost in his own world of desire and dominance. He continued to lick her nipples with his unusually long tongue, feeling the pleasure building inside him. He forces his tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her saliva mixed with the metallic taste of the alcohol on his breath. As he feels his own cock grow harder, he knows that he can't resist any longer. The temptation is too great.
Chaitav instructs Loris to move his fingers inside the servant girl, feeling her wetness. He can't believe how wet she is getting and how ready she is for him. As he continues to finger her, Chaitav starts to move his hands up and down her thighs, teasing her inner thighs. He feels the soft flesh give way under his touch, and he knows that she is almost ready for him.
Meanwhile, Loris is getting lost in the sensation of touching a woman for the first time. He feels her pulse quicken as he moves his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness surround them. He can't believe how good it feels to be doing this.
Chaitav watches Loris with amusement as he moves his hands up and down her thighs. "You're doing great," he says sarcastically. "Just remember to keep going until she cries out for release." They usually do while unconscious anyway.
Loris feels a sudden surge of pride at hearing Chaitav's words and decides to speed up his movements. He begins to move his fingers faster and faster inside of her, feeling her body tense up as she gets closer to climax.
"She's unconscious, Loris, she's not going to call out. Get out of the way," Chaitav commands, "This one is mine."
With the long and hard blue member in his hands, Chaitav's cock throbs harder with anticipation as he positions himself at the entrance of the servant's pussy. She looks so slight... He can feel her wetness, and he knows that she is just waiting for him to enter her. Not that she could protest if she wanted to. She had no idea.
Loris obeys, stepping back and watching as Chaitav positions himself in front of Sephora's unconscious form. He can see the head of Chaitav's huge blue cock glistening with anticipation as it nears her entrance.
Savouring the sensation of raven pussy, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. "Fuck," Chaitav mutters under his breath. He was longer than other harpy, longer than ravens and longer than Eurasians. He had deep reach - so deep he could see his member poking into the flesh at the Raven's stomach - it made him feel huge. As he begins to thrust into her, slowly to still savour as her walls clenched around him, squeezing him but not quite the vice grip a virgin pussy would have, "She's tighter than I expected... but, ahaha! THIS ONE! Oh, she's no virgin, boys!" Chaitav thrums with a sense of power and dominance that licks through his veins, as he takes control over this unconscious, beautiful raven servant girl. While she's unavailable to protest or reject him.
Sephora's body tenses up as she feels Chaitav's cock enter her, but she remains unconscious. The pain is intense, but being unconscious, she doesn't let it show on her face.
Chaitav continues to thrust into the servant who'd worn the green dress's unconscious form, feeling the tightness of her pussy around him. He can feel her body tense up with each thrust, but he doesn't slow down. Instead, he increases the pace, his hips moving faster and faster.
As he pounds into her, Chaitav leans over to force his tongue into her mouth. The taste of her saliva mixed with the metallic flavor of the alcohol on his breath fills his senses as he thrusts harder and faster.
The servant's body is trapped between Chaitavi's rough hands and his cock. Waking up, unable to escape his grip. She had tried to resist, but before long, she was unconscious, which only made the Peacock Prince more excited. It hadn't taken much to knock her out.
"You like that, don't you?" Chaitav growls into her ear. "You fucking servant whore."
The young lady moans half-conscious, softly in response, unable to form words or even think coherently. Having been drugged by Chaitav while unconscious. All she can feel is the intense pleasure and pain coursing through her body. From being fucked again by a different male, who was longer than usual with a deeper reach.
She had many favourites, but this wasn't one she knew. It wasn't as huge, but it was certainly longer and thick enough to be felt.
Her body was wracked with pleasure as Chaitav continued to fuck her, as she woke up. The moans are coming more and more, as though being extracted from her lungs. She couldn't believe how good it feels to be used like this, to be taken advantage of by a man like him, a man with deep, deep reach inside of her like this... While she's usually the one taking advantage...
Even as she gives into the pleasure, there's a part of her that still feels hesitant and reluctant. She knows that what they're doing is wrong, but she can't seem to resist the intense lust that Chaitav has awakened in her hazy state. Her own hunger. The royal blue hair and gaudy wings was ignored and went out the window, juices flowed out of her as she squelched between her legs with each thrust.
Occasionally, Chaitav grunted as he threw a particularly hard and deep thrust into her.
Chaitav noticed the body's immediate hesitation once the servant woke up. The characteristic sleazy smirk looked down at her. Thrusting into her with each word spoken, "What's wrong, Raven girl, you awake now? You like being my little fuck toy?"
Opening her eyes, staring into the Royal Blue eyes of Chaitav, Sephora shakes her head, unable to form words through the haze of drugs and pleasure.
"You're mine right now," Chaitav growls. Something about those eyes made him continue even more aggressively. "I will do with you as I please."
Sephora doesn't know what to say or do at this point. All she can do is surrender to the moment and the pleasure coursing through her body. This was good, perhaps the best she had ever had in her short time. Although very unexpected...
As Chaitav continued to fuck her, Sephora began to lose herself in the sensations once again. The potion has taken hold of her completely now, and she finds herself enjoying being used by this gaudy but powerful harpy man. Without fully even knowing who he was. She could guess, but truly, she had no idea.
Once Sephora's body was trembling with pleasure as Chaitav continued to thrust into her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she still doesn't want it to end. His cock twitched inside of her as she felt a warmth rush into her... he had released his seed into her.
Suddenly, Chaitav pulled out of her with a growl, milky white liquid coating his blue tip. Sephora had to look twice to make sure she saw the colour right. "You're done for now," he says roughly, standing up and zipping up his pants.
Looking up at him in confusion Sephora, not sure what happened or why this man had stopped causing pleasure through her whole body.
With the look one might give a small and mucky puppy, Chaitav gazed down at her with a strangely wide smirk on half his face. "You're just a fucking servant girl, after all," he says sarcastically. "I can't make you my mate; if you're lucky, you'll get an illegitimate prince of the Peacock clan." He laughed darkly. "Feel honoured that a prince just fucked your worthless cunt."
With a mixed guilt and a confused pang of disappointment from the drugs still in her system, she had been so close... for the physical loss of pleasure built up, mixed with anger at his words. She didn't want to be treated like a servant or objectified like this; she was Sephora, the second princess of the Raven Kingdom. This was her Kingdom. She was too intoxicated by the potion to understand fully, to say this to them. Why? Why had they kept calling her a servant and whore? She was a princess. The Raven Queens daughter, one of those princesses?! Why weren't they calling her a princess??
Yet, before she could articulate a protest, Chaitav had already called over Loris and instructed him to copy what he had just done with Sephora. "Now you can try two more princes from a different clan," he beamed with sick pride, "Boys, just don't release all your seed at the end, and eggs shouldn't happen. I know what I did, but don't copy me. You're 19 and I'm 23 - a few illegitimate heirs won't harm me."
Loris looked hesitant and reluctant at first, but soon got into the rhythm of things. He began thrusting into Sephora's once again unconscious form, after holding more of that medicine on the cloth being held to her lips. It looked easier when they were out... so that's what the young Eurasian decided to do, taking advantage of her while she is unable to resist.