The straw was scratchy where it was stuck in the thick, tousled locks of her black hair, tickling along the back of one of her ears. It was cold, her breath a steaming cloud coming out in shaky, rushing puffs as she panted and let out ragged breaths. The stables smelled exactly how a stable ought to smell, which was not at all pleasant, and she couldn't care less.
Callie was on her back, her firm, shapely thighs spread wide and quivering as Arizona the crown princess roughly pounded her big cock into Callie's sticky, dripping pussy. Callie writhed beneath Arizona, grunting and gasping and moaning and doing her best not to scream lest someone hear them. It was a distant worry at best; She'd come down to the stables for a romp with Arizona enough times without being caught that she was pretty sure princess Arizona always used her powers to have the stables empty before they get down to business. And it was not just the stables, they always got to business outside the palace and the area will always be surprisingly devoid of any one else's presence.
Either way, Callie didn't care. She was entirely focused and preoccupied with the sensations of the sex. Fully in the grasp of the stirring, it felt as if every nerve in her body were hotwired to her cunt, every sensory receptor finely focused on the sensation of the less-than-gentle princess driving the thick length in and out of her clinging, pulsing pussy. Callie's back arched and she bit her full lip hard to choke back another orgasm.
A burst of searing fire shot through her body, wracking her form with waves of hot licking flames of pleasure, throbbing and flaring in sweet release, each pulse building on the next. Her heavy, ripe breasts quivered and bounced, and Arizona used one war roughened hand to squeeze and grip Callie's lush tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. The twinges of pain from Arizona's rough handling only served to spike Callie's release even higher.
Callie collapsed back down to the straw strewn ground, and her hips continued to undulate and thrust with the woman above her, desperately seeking more. She hated this heartless woman with passion but their sexual chemistry had always been undeniable. She can't resist the sex and she knew neither could princess Arizona.
Callie's pelt was slick with sweat, hers and Arizona's, and her cunt was dribbling out her nectar steady and thick and sticky, running down her thighs and the crack of her firm, bunching ass and covering Arizona's plunging, thrusting cock, soaking the heavy length of it.
The small enclosed space smelled of stables and sex, the smell of Callie's arousal strong and demanding. Callie looked up at Arizona, and as always Arizona was focused solely on her own pleasure, pounding her welcoming slit frantically and roughly, her cock filling her and stretching Callie deliciously open around her as her hips crushed down with more power.
Callie watched Arizona's face and saw no affection or tenderness there, only desire and lust and crude, base satisfaction. It made her shiver with self-loathing and shame and arousal, and then she was cumming again, gods, again already, and she didn't care, she just wanted more, more to fill this emptiness constantly gaping inside her...
Arizona's hand tangled in Callie's hair, gripping and yanking at her scalp as she rutted into Callie hard and deep, her cock pounding its generous length into her clutching, flat belly. Callie let out a quiet hiss, the pain as always edging and complementing the pleasure so perfectly, accentuating it just so to give it an explosive quality that bled distinctly through the fog of her desperate hunger, lending clarity and delicious focus to how wickedly Arizona used her.
Arizona used her and Callie let her. So shameful and weak of her.
Arizona gave no word of warning or comment as she suddenly picked up speed, hammering into Callie for a few moments before her body went tense and rigid. A few quiet grunts, and she was cumming, spending herself inside Callie.
Callie squirmed and moaned, grinding her cunt down onto the throbbing, jerking length of the princess as her thick human seed spurted and splashed wet and warm in her belly. Callie clamped down tight on Arizona, milking her cock for every drop, cooing as the warmth spread liquid and pleasant in her puffy, gripping tunnel.
All too soon, Arizona pulled free, her thick pink length popping wetly from Callie's slit. Callie groaned in disappointment, left aching and open with the princess' cum running in a sticky, thick river from her gaping hole.
"More," Callie whimpered softly as she sat up. She felt pathetic and wretched, but the stirring was still surging through her blood, and she was desperate, and she didn't want to go find anyone else to sate herself with. Because no one else could satiate her the way Arizona did. She had tried in the past and it had been a big disappointment.
"I have work in the morning," Arizona complained. "I'm officially returning to the palace. And don't you have work to do? Yeah?"
Callie didn't bother explaining to her. Arizona was stupid. She only cared about her crown. Selfish. But also insanely gorgeous. Princess Arizona emanates a powerful aura, exuding an air of satisfaction and confidence. Her naked skin glows with a rosy flush, giving her a radiant and youthful appearance. Her hair was tousled in loose waves, adding to her allure, and her eyes twinkle with a satisfied glint.
Despite the intimacy of the moment, the crown princess always maintained her regal composure and poise, radiating a sense of grace and elegance that is characteristic of her station. But Callie didn't care; she figured all the blood that most people got to go to their brains must have been occupied pumping to Arizona's generously endowed cock, and Callie was quite okay with that.
Instead of arguing with Arizona, Callie simply slunk forward along the stable floor, ignoring the way the straw and dirt pressed into her palms and knees, until she was at Arizona's feet. She then, without a single word, took the crown princess's half wilted cock and popped the sticky head into her mouth, slurping softly and slowly. She knew Arizona would be sensitive, or Callie would have gorged on Arizona's length with much wilderness. Instead she slowly, firmly ran her wet pink tongue along Arizona's flesh, licking her clean of their mingled fluids, the taste of Arizona's cum and her cunt strong and wicked and delicious.
By the time Arizona's cock was back to full throbbing hardness, not so very long really, Callie's head was bobbing up and down her bulging length, taking Arizona's flesh into her warm, tight throat. Arizona wasn't thinking about her early morning anymore. Callie slurped and suckled for all Arizona was worth, her tongue working enthusiastically along the heavy bottom of the princess's shaft. Her throat constricted, squeezing heavenly, and Callie gagged softly, even as she showed no hesitation and continued to take the princess deeply down her talented, graceful throat.
"Oh Calliope! You would be the death of me!" Arizona gasped.
Callie hissed and bit into the flesh in her mouth. She hated it when the princess used her full name.
Arizona's hands were soon in Callie hair, nearly gripping her ears, and her hips thrust to fuck Callie's beautiful face, making her lips puffy as they stretched around Arizona's girth.
Almost reluctantly, Callie broke off, pulling back to gasp and pant for breath as she wiped the hanging rope of saliva that formed a bridge between her quivering lips and Arizona's twitching length. She was quite enjoying sucking that impressive prick, but she had other plans, other needs that needed tending. She knew she would soon see Arizona's wild side.
In moments Callie was face down in the straw, her juicy, firm caramel ass raised high and bouncing rapidly as Arizona plunged into her cunt from behind. Callie was crying out now, unable to silence herself as the crown princess stabbed and pounded and rutted into her drooling cunt. Callie gripped handfuls of straw and grit her teeth as the princess fucked her so hard and wantonly that it made her slit ache and throb with a heady mix of pleasure-pain, a perfect feeling that made her belly clench.
Callie's knees skinned on the dirt, and she thrust her ass back even harder, making that thick cock plug and stretch her even deeper and wider than before. Callie's breasts swayed under her, bouncing in a frantic rhythm, her stiff nipples occasionally grazing the rough ground. Her pussy, already filled with cum, spasmed in a wet squelch when Arizona's length drove forcefully back in. Every time Arizona withdrew a wet, sloppy mix of their fluids would come dragging out, running messily down Callie's supple thighs. Her ass slapped a wet, meaty staccato as it met Arizona's thrusting hips.
Arizona's second release was the same as the first. Her tensing, her slamming forward hard to bury into Callie's desperately gripping pussy to the root. Arizona's cum spurted in heavy bursts in warm gushes of seed into Callie's core, spattering wet and sticky against her already coated inner walls. Callie let out one final, shrieking orgasm at the feel of it spreading inside her.
Callie collapsed, spent and exhausted, the stirring at last done with her. For now. All Callie wanted to do was lay there, still and motionless, and let her body recover from the aching heaviness that suddenly settled into her every muscle, leaving her sluggish and lethargic.
But Arizona was having none of that. She pressured Callie to get herself together so they could leave the stables. Callie grabbed her dress and shucked it on. She stood on shaky, tired legs and said nothing to the princess as she stepped with far less grace than was her norm, and left the stables. What would be the point? Princess Arizona Robbins was ruthless and heartless. They both knew what their little meetings were about. There was no love, no affection, not really even friendship between them. It was sex for sex's sake.
And that was entirely why Callie went to Arizona to begin with. Princess Arizona didn't try to complicate things with feelings or romance or unwanted closeness. Callie just needed to quell the incessant torment of her stirrings, and as simply and cleanly as she could manage that, the better. It also helped that those she bedded didn't gossip overmuch about their trysts.
Which was not to say, of course, that there was no gossip at all. Whether they spread the word themselves or not, people talked.
Callie crept through the empty halls in the back of the palace until she reached her chamber. She settled on her bed with a sigh and grabbed her plush blanket and wrapped it around her shapely shoulders. It did practically nothing to chase away the chill, but the night was surprisingly so it didn't matter much and she wasn't too miserable.
Well, not miserable over the cold, at least. But Callie was miserable, nonetheless. Now that the stirring had fled and her cravings were sated, she found herself filled with a melancholy and longing. She was lonely. She missed Queen Addison always, but more fiercely than ever in these moments. Though she often was able to be indifferent and practical toward her sexual encounters, there were times when she missed the warmth of strong arms around her, the security of capable hands soothing away the sting and the bruise and the raw, overly sensitive nerve endings after a hard, thorough love making.
That was one of the things she had loved most dearly about being with Queen Addison; she hadn't been afraid to be rough and firm and demanding with her, to give her that edge of pain that forced her body and her mind, fuzzy and muddled with the Stirring into sharp, keen focus. But always Addison soothed away the hurt afterward, and she was always there, strong and steady and sure. Addison had given her strength and brought her back, calm and peaceful, from so many jumbled and violently intense emotions and sensations.
Callie wrapped herself up in a small little ball. Tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking into the soft, pillow beneath her head.
