[b][u][center]Prince Ass-Eater’s Genie Part 2 For Sinister and Guderian By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Zander was in erotic hell, and nobody would have believed him if he had the courage to tell them what it was like. After all, who would have been upset about having so many sexual beings so eager to play with them? Well, they wouldn’t like it if they knew what Mina and her little posse of shemales were doing to him. The prince was losing more independence by the day, and his cock was starting to rule him more and more. Not because they let him fuck them, but because he needed them around to even get hard. His cock flopped impotently between his legs as he sat on his harem throne, looking down at the females that would have served him if he was capable of being served. The fact that his dick was still eager to be sucked, or to fuck, was all the more humiliating when he remembered that he couldn’t do anything without Mina being around. The minotaur woman had to sit on his face, had to drown him in her scent, if he was going to get even the most meager of hard-ons, and doing that in front of the females would have killed what little authority and power that he actually had with them. So, instead, he loomed over them, austere and as sexy as possible, hoping that they would take it as a sign of needing to earn his respect and affections rather than something else. The fact that there were some females missing from the group, as well, told him that the shemales were still having their fun. He just hoped that it wasn’t going to screw him over too much more than it already had. He shivered, thinking of how Mina had seized his power as much as she had done, how her musk had already taken so much of his mind when she first arrived. She had been a terror then, and she was scarcely less than that now. [i]I need to do better with my wishes,[/i] he thought, thinking back to the genie. [i]She did something with the last one, so…I need to be smarter…[/i] If he could be. The serpent was having a hard time believing that Mina was someone that he could escape, these days. He wondered, at times, if it would be better to submit and have some dignity left when she came to see him again. The fact that she could just own him with her musky ass and cock… The fact that he had submitted so hard last time, allowing her and her posse to use his mouth and ass as much as they wanted… The fact that his ass was still twitching a bit at the thought, wanting to feel them all again… Zander shook his head. No. He needed to keep his head on straight. He was the prince. He had to do something to make sure that he stayed a prince, or he would be a concubine in disguise, at best. This time, he had to make a wish that the genie couldn’t twist around. And to do that, he needed to make sure that he went there with a clear head. [i]And that means…[/i] He looked down at his cock, sighing under his breath. If he was going to go to the genie, he needed to be thinking with something other than his balls, because they were swollen as could be and begging for release. The idea of going back to the daemon genie and getting a wish now would probably end up with him wishing for something stupid, something sexy, and something that would make his situation a hundred times worse. And to get off, that meant he had to go to Mina. He grumbled under his breath, but pushed himself up from his throne. “Robe,” he called. Two of the females rushed forward, a snake and a lizard. They held an opulent black robe, one that fit him like liquid onyx, and was threaded with silver up and down the sides. It was a beautiful garment, one that covered him well, and it hopefully didn’t look too slutty or sissy. He was starting to think that some of his robes had been replaced with cuts that emphasized his ass more than the rest of his physique, and he needed to make sure that didn’t get any worse. “I will return later. Continue in my absence.” He left the room with his head forward, trying to ignore the whispers and mutters that filled the air as soon as he shut the door behind him. They were likely wondering what he was doing, where he was going. [i]Let them wonder,[/i] he thought. [i]I’m doing what must be done.[/i] He walked down the halls with a quick pace, moving past the individual quarters and the barracks that were assigned to this side of the palace. The guards didn’t look up as he passed, and he hoped that they never did. This was going to be humiliating enough without witnesses. Before long, he found where Mina had taken residence. Zander wanted to kick down her door, to shove it out of the way and just take charge and stride in. But…much as he wanted to, he was still too aware of her power over him. And he knew that he was here to ask her a favor. That would not be a good way to start that off. So, he knocked, instead. There was no response for a few seconds, so he knocked a second time. “Mmmm, come in…” The sound was far too sensual for his liking, but he knew better than to turn his back now. She’d find out that it was him, if she started asking around. She always did, somehow. Zander shook his head, pushing the door open – And there was Mina the minotaur, the half-human, half-bull woman slamming a slender snake woman down on her cock. The sight was more than he had expected, and his eyes went wide as he watched that fat cock splitting the other woman open. Hell, the scaly female hadn’t even noticed him coming in. Her eyes were closed tight, her legs spread wide as she was forced to face away from the minotaur, and her pussy was about as stretched as he could imagine it going without getting some sort of damage from the whole experience. His eyes were wider than ever as he looked up from her sex to her chest, watching as her boobs bounced up and down. And through it all, Mina continued to lift and lower the other woman, slamming her down again and again, rutting her and fucking her and ruining her. The sight of that fat cock splitting one of his subjects in two – one of his harem members, for that matter – should have made him furious. Instead, it made him wonder what it would be like if she did that to him. His pucker clenched hard as the image popped into his mind, of his smooth body in the minotaur’s grip, of his blissed-out face getting more and more twisted up by sexual bliss until he could no longer stand it. He imagined himself with his tail held high, ramming his ass down after a long day of eating out her ass. He imagined what others would say when they saw the sweat on his face and the stretch in his hole afterwards, the creamy mess of the minotaur running out of him and onto the floor. That was just enough to drag him out of the fantasy. The judgment of others was still powerful, and it deterred him from being able to enjoy it fully. He was grateful of that much. Mina chuckled at him as he watched, shaking her head. “Hello, my little slut-master. How are you doing today?” “I’m…fine.” “Are you enjoying the show?” “…” “Your cock says yes.” His bestial shaft was rising without his consent due to the heavy minotaur musk in the room, and that was embarrassing enough. His cock was throbbing, too, as it started rising up, giving him the hunger to cum. That was not helping, either. He knew that he’d come around for the chance to get off, to cum, to think clearly, but now this was making it even harder. She was pushing him without even trying, and his cock ached as she kept bouncing the stranger up and down on her cock. His cheeks burned as he watched the other snake take it so well, her ass cheeks clenching hard around the shaft that filled her, her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her mouth hung open, one finger on her tongue, making her look like some street-slut that had lost her mind to cock. And his cock kept rising in response, a thick, fat horse-dick that was begging for the chance to just blow its load all over the floor to the voyeuristic show that it was getting. He moaned under his breath, shaking his head as he resisted grabbing for his dick, lowering his head to look at the ground. “I came here to ask you a favor.” “A favor, hmmm? And what sort of favor would that be?” “I…I need you to make me cum.” “Ooooh, that kind of favor. Well, we know what you need for that. But you’ll have to wait a minute. She was here first.” He grumbled under his breath. Zander was a prince, and a prince of power, for that matter. He didn’t deserve to be made to wait, but he knew better than to challenge the minotaur on it. She was going to give him something that she didn’t have to give, and her getting pushed on it probably wouldn’t work out well for him. He needed to be patient. He needed to let her have her space, her time… Even if it did humiliate him and anger him in the process. Zander stepped off to the side, keeping his head down, trying to ignore the wet squelches of cock diving into holes. He knew that it had to be the minotaur’s way of reminding him to keep coming back to her, to keep showing his face in her presence. She wanted him to be her slut, to be the one that was completely addicted to her. And it was a hard thing to resist, he knew from experience. She had owned him for some time before he finally started to pull his head out of her ass, and she was regaining that control now that he had made a stupid wish with the genie. If she kept getting more, then there was every possibility that she might completely conquer him. [i]She won’t. I can be better than that. Better than her. I just have to be smart about it.[/i] That was what he hoped, at least. He had no proof of it, but he had to try. Had to try. Had to do something. The sex went on for another few minutes before Mina grunted and the snake woman moaned. She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, grinding down just afterward, and he could see the splish-splash of juices landing on the floor. The snake had cum hard, and her pussy was oozing with minotaur cum, the thick, wet, white marks running out of her stretched sex onto the ground. Mina gave the other woman a light push, knocking her off of her lap, and he watched as his own harem member left the room without even giving him the time of day. He shivered, knowing that could easily be him if he wasn’t careful. “So, you want to cum, hmmm?” the minotaur shemale asked him, chuckling as she leaned down. Her breasts bounced as she pulled herself out of her chair, walking over to him with a sway in her hips and a swing in her dick. “I think that could be arranged…” “I just need to cum once. Just once. I’ll be fine after that.” “Oh, I know. But let’s make sure that it’s a good one, hmm?” She pushed him back, and he barely caught himself short of cracking his head on the stone floor. However, before he could get up, she’d already turned around, pulling her ass cheeks apart. Sweat drops ran from one cheek to the other, running down the hefty, curvy globes, and he shivered at the wet marks that they left in her fur. It was clear that she had been working up a sweat with the snake, and just as clear that she intended for him to lick the whole mess up. She sat down, and he gasped for breath at the weight on his face. Everything was so heavy, so…strong… He huffed for air, and all he got was musk. Musk. Thick, heavy, sweaty musk that forced his cock right to full erection. [i]I hate this, I hate this, I hate this,[/i] he thought, even while his body fed him every bit of information to tell him that he really loved it. His cock was throbbing harder than it ever had before Mina came into his life, and her ass was clenching just above him eagerly, telling him that it wanted to be pleasured. He wished that he could do it with his dick, but he knew that there was no way that she was going to allow that. Instead, she ground her ass further down, shoving his nose right against the flesh above that puffy ring, making him smell her, taste her, know her in a way that he really, really shouldn’t. [i]No prince should be used as a throne,[/i] he thought, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him to nuzzle up into her ass, suck on her hole, lick her insides while she helped him get off. The thought that he had to allow her to do this just to get off, just to even get hard, was a humiliation beyond compare. But he knew what he had to do. So, he did it. He stuck out his tongue slowly, tasting the saltiness and the bitterness and the general heat of the skin down there. He shivered as it saturated his tongue, soaking in and leaving him tasting nothing but ass. The feeling of her wrinkled pucker didn’t make it much better, but his cock throbbed as he probed her hole, his body starting to shiver from head to toe as he throbbed ever harder. Suddenly, she grabbed it, and he gasped, arching his back as much as he could with a large minotaur shemale sitting on his face. Her fingers wrapped around the head of his cock, squeezing it tight, making the spongy flare on the end condense slightly. It was really like a sponge, because he swore that he felt extra pre-cum running out, almost like the flesh had been wrung to create it. It didn’t help that she grabbed his cock with her other hand, leaning forward just enough to give him a hint of fresh air between her ass and his face. Not enough to take away the hot musk, though, not nearly enough. He groaned as he wriggled his tongue around against her hole, and then slowly, gradually pushed against the rim. He could feel her pucker trying to resist it, trying to hold him back, but he knew that was nothing but a tease. She needed him to do this. She needed him to – “Mmmm, yeah…” She moaned over him as he stuck his tongue into her sweaty asshole, feeling the taste of bitter flesh and hot sweat get stronger. There was nothing messy down there, merely the taste of that part of the body. Lick, lick, lick went that tongue, digging into it, pushing deeper. He could feel her clenching down on him, trying to pull his tongue in yet further, always trying to get more. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as her musk pushed down on his mind, making him shiver, making him give in more than ever before. [i]Fuck…fuck…[/i] She smelled so wrong, but so good at the same time. His cock begged for it, wanted to be slathered in her scent, even as his tongue fucked her hole with all the frenzy that he wished he could do with his cock. He forced his tongue in, then pulled it back. In and out, in and out, always giving her everything that he could offer. In and out, in and out, his tongue went mad, opening her up as her hands slowly, teasingly worked his cock up. He could feel his pre-cum running down his shaft, feel his balls rising up and giving him one hell of an urge to cum. If he could have fucked the space between her hands, he would have. It would have given him that tiny bit more that he needed to go over the edge and cum. But she was holding back, teasing him, making him work for every bit of pleasure that he could get. He whimpered and moaned, grinding his scaly muzzle between her ass cheeks. He wanted to get her off, wanted her to get him off… Wanted to serve… Wanted to be a good little throne… The ideas were popping into his head more and more as he felt her ass grinding down on his face, almost pulling his nose into her asshole. It was stretched enough that she might have been able to take it, for that matter, and suddenly, the image was in his head. Not of being swallowed up by her ass, but wondering what it would be like to be a living dildo, to allow himself to be shoved so deep into her ass that he was just a pleasure toy. Not able to cum himself, not able to do anything but serve her, to make her feel good. The idea was as horrifying as it was arousing, and his cock throbbed to a degree that he really wished it wouldn’t. He needed… He wanted… Oh fuck, he was going to cum. He was going to cum! He moaned out loud as he came hard, shooting his load through the air and making it come back down right on Mina’s tits. He heard the impact that it made, knew what he had done, and he barely cared. All that mattered was that his balls were being drained, just as he needed them to be. He moaned again and again as he felt his orgasm extending, almost vibrating his tongue in the shemale’s ass in the process. The minotaur pushed back against him all the harder, grinding her asshole against his face, driving his tongue deeper, but her hands never stopped moving. She milked him, and she milked him hard as she ground down on him. Finally, his orgasm came to an end, and she chuckled as she pulled herself off of his face. He groaned, his head spinning, barely realizing that he didn’t have to keep licking her ass. He tried to sit up, but he was too dizzy, her musk keeping him down and her pressure on his head making it impossible for him to think clearly. “Open up.” Zander did as he was told without even thinking about it, and immediately regretted it. A single shot of minotaur cum landed on his tongue, thick and heavy, and it was followed by another, and another, and another after that. They were coming hard and fast, soaking his lips, his tongue, his muzzle. They didn’t stop, either, raining down on him with a surprising intensity, soaking his face until there wasn’t a dry scale to be found. He panted as it finally came to a stop, shivering as he realized that she’d just marked her territory, effectively. The idea that he was soaked in her musk made him shiver again, and he moaned at the same time as his cock stayed hard. “You can wear that with your robe,” she teased. “I think it’ll be good for everyone to know who wears the pants in the harem…metaphorically speaking.” “Mmmph…” “Go on. Go do whatever it is you want to do.” He got to his feet again, trembling as he pulled his robe closed once more. The fact that he had been marked like that, flooded with her scent, made it so that it was a little harder to think clearly than he had planned after getting his balls drained, but it wasn’t as bad as it might have been. He still had a clearer mind than he had before, and he didn’t feel [i]as[/i] needy, even if he wasn’t as need-free as he would have liked. That was something. He could work with that. He rubbed his face as he left the room, knowing that it was grinding Mina’s seed into his scales, but not caring. He needed to get out and talk to the genie again, and hope that she could give him something to work with this time. Something that didn’t fuck him over. # She came as soon as he touched her item, her artifact glowing as she came into smoky existence once more. She rolled and turned, laying on her side and displaying everything in front, from pierced nipples to pierced and hanging dick. He tried not to look at the latter, turning his attention to her face, instead. “You tricked me last time.” “I did nothing but give you what you wished for.” “Her dream dick. This is her dream dick?” “She wished for a dick that she could control, someone that she could enjoy and tease however and whenever she liked. It’s your fault for not knowing what her dreams were.” He could see that, though he was annoyed that the creature had made him go through something like this to find out. Zander rubbed the back of his head, trying to think through his next plan so that it didn’t fuck him over. The biggest issue that he had was that Mina was so mono-focused on him. She wanted to break him down, he felt, wanted to make him completely broken in as a member of [i]her[/i] harem rather than being part of his. The fact that her shemale friends were always making it more difficult was not helping. But what if he turned them against each other? Zander tried to think the wish through, but all the musk on his face was making it hard to think. He wanted to put her against the other harem members, but he knew that would be hard to do, hard to phrase. And the musk… God, if he didn’t have to deal with her musk, it would make things so much easier. “I…” He groaned, rubbing his face. It was so distracting. “I wish that her musk wasn’t this effective.” “Wish granted.” “What? Wa-wait, I didn’t –” POOF! The sudden explosion of smoke told him that it was too late to take the wish back, and Zander groaned. This was going to be all sorts of problematic before it was fixed. Yet, at the same time, the smell on his face didn’t seem to be getting stronger. If anything, it seemed to be staying about the same. Not weaker, not stronger, just…similar. Zander looked down at the edge of his nose, wondering if he was imagining things, but if he wasn’t… Well, maybe the genie hadn’t fucked him over quite so bad this time. Only time would tell. # A week passed, and he didn’t dare leave the harem quarters. He knew that there was every chance that Mina would be doing something that would fuck with him, and he knew that she could summon him if she decided that she was getting bored with whatever her current game was, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. If she wanted him, she could call. Otherwise, he would try and convince himself that life was getting better. As it stood, the musk that she’d left on his face had made it possible for him to keep a hard-on, and for that week, he was able to indulge himself with the females in his part of the harem. It was…well, glorious. They were able to please him, and they were happy. He was able to please them, and he was happy. And considering that he was careful about how he washed, he was able to keep a bit of the minotaur musk on his face for that whole time, leading to him having erections that were unstoppable. He might not be going soft, but hell, at least all the females were looking at him like he was some sort of serpent god. The feeling was a high of immense proportions, and it was one that held him in good stead for the week. Alas, all good things must pass. On the morning of the 8th day, a knock on the door announced a messenger. Zander pulled his cock free of his current conquest, a cobra woman that had been screaming for more of that fat horse cock, and made his way back to his throne. The sober women in the room brought him his robe, and they helped him don it, allowing him an imperious appearance for whatever news had been brought to him. “Show the messenger in.” It was a courtier from his father’s court, one of the nobles that ruled the eastern marches of the realm. He smiled at the snake, bobbing his head in respect, but strangely enough, didn’t get one in return. Zander cocked his head to the side as the black-scaled serpent bowed to him, then lifted his head. “I bring news that there has been a reshuffling of the court,” the snake said. “Oh? Have you lost your position, then?” Zander asked as a slight joke. “Yes.” “…What?” he blinked. “What? How?” “The power of Mistress Mina has spread through the court. She has the ear of the king, and she has set a new collection of laws on the kingdom.” [i]Oh, no…no, no, no, how did that happen?![/i] The wish. That the musk wasn’t ‘this’ effective. It must have been boosted. It must have been given greater power to be able to affect other people this way. If she had gotten to his father, if she had the ear of the king – Wait. There had been something else there. “Mistress Mina?” “She is my queen, Prince Zander. I will obey her in all things.” Too late, he saw the sweat marks on the other snake’s face, realized that he had been touched by her scent. He was completely out of the control of Zander’s father, now, someone that had been completely corrupted by the touch of the minotaur. He shivered as he watched the other snake eye the females, shaking his head. “I find it difficult to believe that you prefer these ones, your highness. It seems like you would be worshiping Mistress Mina regularly.” “She’s trying to break me down. I can’t just submit to that.” “She is right to break you down. Her kind are superior to us.” “Minotaurs?” “Shemales. They are better. They are hotter. They are sexier. They are superior,” the snake said, bowing his head as if completing a mantra. He couldn’t help but stare at the former Earl. The man had been a powerful snake in the court, someone that had run many operations for his father. He had served as spymaster, at one point, and as general at another. The fact that someone so capable had been rendered so low, and just accepted it… “Have you…” “I have been replaced by the Duchess Andrea, your highness. She will reign over my lands in my place.” One of the minotaur’s posse, then. One of the ones that she had brought into the harem in order to start taking control. He had never thought that it would go this far, but… [i]I have to do something. I have to try and slow this down, at the very least.[/i] He got to his feet, pulling his robes tighter about him. The former Earl watched him go, saying nothing. Despite the fact that he still had some of her musk on his face, he felt a righteous anger against the minotaur creature. She had completely usurped a role that was not hers to take. His father’s throne belonged to him, not to her. The authority still rested in the crown, not in her ass and its musk. Even if that musk made him want to submit…even if it made him shiver and shake at the idea of being made to submit to her, to enjoy it, to give in and let others… He shook it off, Zander doing his best to keep moving. The more that he focused on how much he wanted her, the less that he would be able to do to take her down. No, he had to take her, had to break her and banish her now. This time, he was able to force the door open. This time, he was able to take his position on the other side and glare at the minotaur. This time… This time, he had a hard-on before even walking through the door, and it got so much worse when he stood in front of her, feeling her musk roll over him. In the course of the week, he never realized just how little the musk on his face had faded. He should have thought about that, should have guessed what that meant. If it never got weaker, that meant that it was getting stronger, growing in power enough to keep from properly fading from his scales. And now that he was before her, he realized just what that meant for him. Mina, Mistress Mina, reclined on a throne more elaborate than any that she had used before. It was a long silk cushion, more akin to a fainting couch than anything else, and she grinned at him as he looked at her. More than that, she grinned as he stared at the attendants that she had. There were many powerful serpents of the realm gathered around her, some of which he recognized as nobles, others as officers of the military. Not one of them seemed to defy her, not one of them seemed even slightly ashamed at being seen to worship her. She shifted her position, and several of the officers lifted her balls, showing off her asshole. His eyes went down to it, and his eyes stuck to it. It had changed. No longer the slightly puffy pucker that he had been eating out for the last month, it had turned jet black, the hole looking like something that belonged on a beast rather than on a woman that walked on two legs. It shone with a constant sheen of sweat, and he could smell it all the way out where he was standing. Her hole puckered, and he swore that it pushed out fumes that burned into the mind. His cock was harder than it had been all week, pushing forward for its true mistress, and he groaned under his breath as he took an unconscious step forward. It was all he could do to pull himself to a halt, shaking his head. [i]No. No. I am not…[/i] Yet, he wanted to. There was no denying that his body wanted to be under her ass again, giving himself to her, allowing her to take control again. Already, her musk had its tendrils deep in his brain, hooking him and dragging him forward by another step, then another, and another. The other snakes were taking turns deep-throating her massive cock, or rubbing her balls and keeping them churning. She seemed to have taken to the role of a queen all too well, and she was smiling at him as he stood before her, her hands resting just under her breasts as she chuckled. “I don’t know what you wished for, but it definitely helped me make things better for my friends,” she said. “I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to…” “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you, too.” The smell was so strong that when she crooked her finger, he had no way of resisting. He was yanked right off his feet, pulled for her as she summoned him between her legs. Not for her balls, but for her ass. She arched her back, aided by multiple members of the snake court, and she was right at the perfect height for licking. He laid on his belly before her, his cock shoved down between his legs like some stiff second tail, and he blushed as he stared at her blackened, raised, feral pucker. It clenched for him, and it dripped with sweat. It should have been something completely displeasing, but all he could think was that he was being given the greatest gift in the universe. “Come on, now…worship.” And worship he did at the altar of a goddess. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]