"Original > Royal Brew" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/Sa8aTb3T Created on: Thursday 3rd of March 2016 12:16:45 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:39:27 AM UTC Faylin shifted and squirmed as much as she could, with her arms pinned to her sides and her fingers tapping lightly against her thighs. She had her eyes squeezed shut, so she couldn’t really tell where exactly she was that was keeping her so bunched up and curled. As far as a general idea, the warmth being radiated from the wall around her as well as the splashes of fluids against her bare skin kept reminding her. She was inside of another woman’s pussy. While it was an act her parents would not approve of in the slightest, especially considering that they were the king and queen of the country of Kalthis, it was a risk worth taking. After all, with her country yielding some of the best alchemists of the known world, and one of them was partaking in the princess, herself! “Mmmmmmm! Such a petite figure, milady…” the princess’ predator groaned, loud and clear in the other girl’s ears despite the circumstances that should dictate against the possibility. “A-Are you sure you d-don’t want a means of enhancing it? Aaaah…” Faylin could feel the fleshy chamber around her tightening around her hips considerably, her arms steadily finding more room with which to move around in the section her upper body had slipped into. The royal panted gently and gave a soft little groan of her own, opening up her ruby eyes to take stock of the situation around her. The alchemist woman’s womb was a nice, deep pink around her, seeming to “breathe” all over. Clear fluids with a hint of white seemed to sweat from various spots on these very same walls that were pressing up against her body, and Faylin could smell their distinctive, sweet musk within the small chamber that she was sliding into. Looking down, all she could see would be her midriff past her meager mounds that previous consorts dared to call “breasts”, with the rest of her body below looking like they were sunken into the deep pink flesh. Rather than sinking any lower, her slightly blurry vision afforded her the sight of her body seeming to rise from the “quickflesh”, with her pressing up against the womb wall behind her with a gentle squishing noise. Compounded with the sound of a solid heartbeat all around her, and it seemed like just this side of heaven for the princess. “It sounds really nice in here so far…” the princess responded, pulling her right arm free of the fleshy ring she was being eased through and lightly covering her right breast accordingly. “Am I really your first…?” “Hnnnn… f-first girl to volunteer herself to be th-the base fluids of my potions…” the alchemist woman huffed, sounding like her breath had become considerably more labored. “To be… to be honest, with a figure like yours… I can’t be sure… how long you’ll… aaah… last…” “Well…” Faylin hummed, closing her eyes once again and giving a soft smile, gently squeezing on her right breast, for what it was worth. “So long as I’m worth more than the whole of five of your largest volume bottles… I’ll be fine.” Perhaps “being fine” wasn’t the right set of terms to be used in this situation, but Faylin had donated herself for the sake of alchemical discovery, after all. It was only fair that tonight, she followed through with her deal to at least one of the alchemists of the kingdom. If only she could remember this alchemist’s name, however. It was a tad hard to ponder such a thought as her mind filled with more lustful haze, her hand squeezing and groping on her modest right breast a little more insistently and her palm pressing down on her erect nipple as she felt her own sex slurp free of the ring of flesh separating the womb from the birth canal. Cum that had pooled around her body at this time took the opportunity to drain out through the stretched cervix, although the opening wasn’t as impressive as it could have been if she were a more voluptuous woman. Still, Faylin could still clearly feel those warm, sticky juices flowing past her legs as they were pulled further up into the womb, with her thighs being fully taken in and freeing her other hand which promptly went down between her legs as she tried to spread them. “I’m almost in…” Faylin huffed, giving a gentle pant as she ran one of her fingers across her moistened slit, unsure if the juices there were her own or that of the alchemist woman partaking in her. “How fast will it be…?” There was no immediate response from her predator, or at least one that was in coherent words. At first, all Faylin could hear was a soft, drawn-out moan from the alchemist woman, as well as a more pronounced squelch within the confines of the womb. A press up against the back of her thighs told the princess that she was now sealed inside, just waiting for those precious moments of the alchemist’s cervix sealing itself back to its tight state. “Aaah… f-forgive me, milady, but… I’m afraid I must make you a reagent relatively quickly,” Faylin finally heard, the alchemist’s voice sounding even more labored than before. “Were this the young night, I could enjoy your company more, and you to mine… but in all fairness, you—hmm! C-Came to me at an odd hour f-f-for intimacy…” Faylin faintly nodded her head in agreement, confident that this motion was visible in the bulge she had surely made within the alchemist woman’s belly, along with faint squirms and the predator’s own rocking. “This is true… very well… do to me what you must, then,” the princess said, accepting this consequence of her lack of foresight. “I’ll need to keep that in mind for next time… or for another fine lady-alchemist.” “One… one… one last thing, milady…” the alchemist gasped. “I… must render you inert… to rapidly melt you down… Retaining your consciousness and spirit… takes time I lack right now…” “So be it…” Faylin cooed. “Aah… before you finish me… one question. What is your name?” Another moment of silence from the alchemist, combined with a non-verbal action. This time around, she could feel the womb tightening around her body, squeezing on her and pressing her arms and legs together. In any other moment of time, and to many other women, this would be a reason to panic… but perhaps due to the lustful haze within her mind, Faylin felt nothing but euphoria approaching her, and rather rapidly as her body almost contoured to the uneven bumps created by the womb-flesh around her. What little pinkness that Faylin could see was being rapidly replaced with a gentle blackness--Not a blackness of the end, but more like a transition from one situation into another, and a feeling she felt that she’d have to get used to in the back of her mind. “L-Lesica…” would be the last vocal thing Faylin would hear that early afternoon. “Lesica… Deuhem…” With a final, mighty squeeze and a particularly wet squelch, Faylin’s breath would be squeezed from her chest, and her mind went blank. She would still draw gentle breaths, but her consciousness had been forced from her body, leaving her just this side of an empty shell that was slowly being rendered a milky white as the womb walls around her rubbed at her body more insistently. Her eyes were lightly closed, as if though she were in a pleasant sleep that she’d take a while to wake up from, were it not for her light skin turning even paler within the faint light of the chamber around her body. Faylin’s gentle, unconscious breaths would continue on even as her light violet hair would begin to lose its own color, slowly turning to a shimmering silver, and then eventually to an almost snow white that clung to her body almost too insistently. Her breathing wouldn’t last, however, as her breaths gained a pleasured flutter when her heels started to stick to and seemingly merge with the back of her thighs, and her arms generally melding into her legs, her body starting to lose it definition and even its opacity. The princess’ previous body would be allowed one more gasping moan when Lesica’s womb-flesh pressed itself against her barely-recognizable pussy before going completely still, her head being pressed up against her knees with a faint squishing noise. After about a minute of Faylin’s previous body breathing its last, her body would steadily sink into the growing pool of fluids filling the womb, whiteness giving way to opaque liquid and her shape having mostly been molten away. One last squeeze of the flesh around the growing globule of fluids would completely mash what solid matter remained, leaving nothing recognizable of the royal who was once inside. “Rest well, my lady…” Lesica’s voice echoed faintly. “I await… your next contribution…”