The Gangbanged Princess

Please check the tags and warnings. This is an erotic non-con story.

Princess Amaira relaxed back in the soft armchair in her chambers and put her feet up on the footstool like a queen. Or, at least, like someone who was going to be queen one day and was far too tired to care about correct posture right now.

Finally! The end of the day and a chance to rest! Today was her twentieth birthday. No, that didn’t meant she’d spent the day celebrating. The actual celebrations were tomorrow, as was the custom of her people, so today had been spent preparing. Organising your royal coming of age birthday party was more work, and less fun, than one might think.

There was a light knock on her door.

“My Lady,” Amaria’s handmaiden, Linnet, stood on the threshold to her room.

“Linnet! Come, come! My feet are aching!” There was nothing Amaria would like more right now than a footrub. Linnet’s fingers were delicate, but nimble. But Linnet, tragically, did not head for her feet.

“Lord Velric has requested your presence in his study,” Linnet said.

Amaria groaned. She was exhausted, and wanted a good night’s sleep before an even bigger day tomorrow. But, not even the crown princess would ignore a summons from the Master of Lore. She had to respecct his position, even if he had no respect for her rest and bedtime. So she rose saying, “I shall see him now.”

***

Amaria stood in front of the door to the Master of Lore’s office.

“He asked to see me,” she said to the guards who flanked the door. They stepped aside and one opened the door. Lord Velric sat behind his desk, his head buried in paperwork, and his long dark hair, streaked with grey, hanging over his face. He looked up as she entered.

“Ah, your highness! Thank you for attending me. Come, we need to talk.”

Lord Velric’s study consisted of several rooms. The one they were in now was quite simple; a window, a desk, a chair and so forth. The Master of Lore indicated for her to proceed to the room to the right. This room was a small sitting room and had more comfortable chairs for sitting or lounging. Amaria entered the room and then settled herself into a comfortable couch and he sat in a chair opposite her. Hopefully whatever Lord Velric had to discuss wouldn’t take long.

“Twenty years old, that’s a significant birthday, your highness.” He didn’t wish her a happy birthday, not today. Custom, and superstition dictated well-wishes not to occur until a day after the anniversary of the birth.

“Yes, Master Velric. I’ve been busy preparing all day for tomorrow’s celebrations.” Hopefully he would take the hint she was tired.

“I understand. However, there is one preparation you’re unaware of, that must be done.”

“A preparation?” She was sure she’d done everything needed. What could she be unaware of?

“You see, it’s something which couldn’t be discussed prior to you attaining age of majority.”

“So you needed to wait until I was twenty before telling me something I need for my twentieth birthday celebrations?” This didn’t sound conducive to her getting an early night.

“Yes. You see, it’s to do with the succession.” Lord Velric placed his fingers together. “Specifically, how to secure the succession after you.”

“Oh.” Amaira’s kingdom suffered a curse. The curse of infertility. Babies were few and far between. For her to have a successor, she’d need to have a child of her own. Only, she wasn’t quite sure how all that worked. “Is the royal family immune to the curse?” she asked. After all, the Royal line had continued unbroken, which is something she had wondered about, but never been allowed to discuss. Maybe this was her chance.

“Well, not quite. But to explain… first, Your Highness, do you know what sexual intercourse is?” Lord Velric asked her.

“Sexual intercourse,” Amaria moved her mouth around the unfamiliar phrase. She didn’t, but also, she wasn’t stupid. “Well, sex refers to if one is a male or a female,” she thought aloud. “And intercourse, that’s like an exchange between groups of people. Like dealings, or communications. So it refers to… a conversation between men and women?” she guessed.

“Ah, not quite,” Lord Velric answered with a little chuckle. “What do you know of the origins of our curse?”

Irritated by the audacity of him laughing at her last answer, Amaira was determined to show off her full knowledge here.

“As technology advanced, humans meddled more and more with nature, including our own. Soon they were playing with the building blocks which make up a person, and designing babies to suit their own desires. After the fall, it was found that our people struggled with infertility. Some think it a curse for the immorality of our ancestors’ behaviour, but it is more likely scientific in origin. We simply meddled too much with our nature.”

“Nicely put. There are other theories, of course, but this is the one most scholars agree is most likely.”

“Yes, like the extinctions.” Humanity had, through various means, caused extinctions of many animals. “And, isn’t there some theory about the extinction of the sperm whale?”

“Quite! That’s a good theory to bring up. I’ve been doing some research into it. Do you know what sperm is?”

“Well…” She didn’t. She thought a moment but couldn’t think of what it might be, so she shook her head.

“Sperm is part of what leads to a conception. It’s given from a man to a woman to help her become with child.”

“Oh, is that what sexual intercourse means?” The exchange of the sperm, rather than a conversation.

“Exactly. Now, some people believe that the sperm whale was a whale which helped in the act of conception, somehow. However, I have a different theory.” Lord Velric turned and started shuffling some papers on his side table. “Ah ha! Here we go.” He turned back and Amaria couldn’t help smiling at the familiar excited glint in the Master of Lore’s eyes. “Now, read this.” He passed one of the pages over to Amaria. She took it and read:

June 7, 1954

Dear Betty,

Oh, you should have been there! We had a whale of a time at Mary-Lou’s party last night! Honestly, the most fun I’ve had in ages!

The moment we walked in, the record player was already spinning. I danced so much my feet are still sore! And guess what? Tommy Spencer asked me to dance! Twice! Can you believe it? I nearly fainted right then and there, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool.

Mary-Lou’s mother set out the most delicious spread! Punch, sandwiches, and the fluffiest deviled eggs. And then someone (I suspect Johnny) spiked the punch! Not enough to get anyone in trouble, but just enough that everyone got extra giggly, and the boys started showing off something awful.

After the dancing, we played Spin the Bottle, and I swear, the whole room held its breath when it was my turn. I ended up with Jimmy Peters! He was red as a beet, but he gave me the quickest peck on the cheek, and everyone just howled with laughter.

I only got home just after midnight (don’t tell Mother!), and I still haven’t stopped smiling. Oh, Betty, I wish you’d been there — but don’t worry, we’ll make sure the next party is just as swell!

Write me soon!

Love, Peggy

“Nine months after that party, Peggy gave birth to a baby. She was unmarried, and back then it was greatly shameful to have a baby out of wedlock.”

“Why?”

“That’s a rabbit hole for another time. But look at this letter.” Lord Velric passed her another and another. All of the letters mentioned having a whale of a time at a large gathering, and all times women had given birth within the next year. “It’s my belief that the animal known as the sperm whale didn’t actually exist — not as a real animal. It was slang for these large gatherings in mixed company, where young woman were in the company of many young men, and received sperm from multiple of these men. It’s entirely possible that our ancestors did struggle with infertility, and that this was their solution to it— until they took over with technology and the practice of having a whale of a time died out.”

“I see.” That did make sense. But why tell her all this now? Perhaps she was to receive sperm from multiple men as a birthday gift? “Will I be given sperm tomorrow?” She asked.

“Ah, well,” There was a slight chuckle to Lord Velric’s voice. “Yes, your highness. And I’m here to tell you how that’s done. Do you know the difference between men and women?”

Amaria frowned. Of course, there were many differences, and she did not appreciate the Master of Lore laughing at her, even if he was her elder and a respected scholar. Though she was the crown princess, he outranked her in matters of lore and learning, so rather than scolding him she sat up tall and began to list the difference she could think of.

“Certainly Master Velric. On average, men tend to be taller, with a higher percentage of lean muscle mass, broader shoulders, and greater upper-body strength. Women, conversely, have a higher proportion of adipose tissue—”

“Oh, no, I don’t mean those sorts of differences. We have a difference with our reproductive organs.”

“Oh, how men don’t have wombs?” Obviously she knew that.

“Exactly. But before then, there are differences which facilitate the transfer of sperm from the man to the woman through sexual intercourse. Look here. He turned and picked up a small box which had a key in the keyhole. He pulled the key out. “Here, imagine this key is a man, and the box is a woman. The key is inserted in the box—” He took the key and used it to unlock the box. “Now, imagine an unlocked box is now able to carry a baby.”

Well, that made no sense.

“Ah, let’s show a more practical example. The sexual organs I’m referring to here are your genitals. Lie back on the couch, your highness, lift your skirts and I’ll show you what I mean.”

“I— uh—” Surely not! Her genitals were private, not to be shown to a man! “That’s forbidden!”

“When you were a child, yes. But now you’re twenty years old, and have reached your majority. Your genitals are no longer just for urination and the passing of menstrual fluid, they are for sexual intercourse, and pleasure. Those of females differ to those of males, I’ll show you the difference.”

She wanted to refuse. She should refuse! But, could she refuse? She may be the crown princess, but the Master of Lore was her teacher, and if this was a teaching lesson, he outranked her in such circumstances.

Slowly, feeling not quite like herself, she leaned back on the couch a little bit.

“That’s it, Your Highness, now, raise your skirts and spread your legs.” Lord Velric began pushing her skirts up a little, encouraging her. Princess Amaria began to pull her skirts higher. Despite inching them ever-so-slowly up her legs, in no time they were at her thigh. She couldn’t continue!

“That’s it, keep going,” Lord Velric coaxed. What was she to do? Her face burning with heat, she pulled them up, putting her neither region on display.

She shuddered as Lord Velric eyed her, almost looking greedily at her. Then he turned around and back again. He held a small mirror in his hands, and placed it between her legs.

“Look here Your Highness.”

Amaria looked in the mirror. She could see her dark brown curls, with the outer lips of her sex peaking out from within them.

“These,” His finger touched her outer lips.

Amaria gasped— she didn’t realise there’d be touching! Her whole life she’d been schooled that the only touching down there should be for necessities, such as cleaning, and never let a man see or touch.

“Master Velric! Isn’t that forbidden?”

“Not in these circumstances, I must teach you about your body, and then demonstrate sexual intercourse. Touching is required for this.”

Demonstrate sexual intercourse? Did that mean he would just demonstrate how it worked, or actually give her his sperm? But before she could ask, Lord Velric was speaking again.

“These are your outer labia.” He ran a finger along her sex, separating her lower lips and putting more of her on display. Amaria tried to bury the shame and focus on the lesson. He showed her where urine came out. “And this, here, is where the menstrual fluid passes out, or where a woman births a baby from.” He touched a little lower down, and pressed in slightly, drawing a groan from her lips. “And this,” his finger trailed up her slit to where there was a little nub. “Is a pleasure bud.” He rubbed it and… despite the shame and discomfort at having a man look at and touch her genitals, it did feel rather… good.

“Compare.” Lord Velric took a step back and raised the hem of his tunic. Amaria didn’t want to look, but before she knew it he was undoing his trousers and lowered them a little.

“What’s that?” Amaria blurted out before she could help herself. Lord Velric had a small growth of hair, like she did, but the rest looked all… dangly.

“This.” Lord Velric took a tube-like member which extended from his genitals. “Is like the key.” As he rubbed it in his hands it became longer, straighter and harder. “The sack like parts hanging below is where sperm is stored. This, called a penis, but also known by other more vulgar words, is inserted inside you. The sperm is ejected. The sperm finds it’s way to your womb and, if fortune aligns, grows a baby.”

“Inserted how… and where?” Amaria asked.

“The vagina. The ingredients go in where the finished product comes out, so to speak.” Lord Velric stepped forward and pushed his penis in. There was a pressure which gave way with a sudden pain.

“Ogh!” Amaria cried out, as the tip slipped inside her. Lord Velric closed his eyes and looked like he was savouring the taste of some sweet dessert, but Amaria felt… stretched. She tried to wiggle away. Lord Velric opened his eyes and pulled out.

“Not quite ready yet. That’s what this is for.” He reached down and rubbed her little nub, sending small ripples of good feeling across her sex. “And this.” He stepped back and returned with a small device.

“What’s that?” Amaria asked.

“It provides stimulation. Saves the manual effort.” Lord Velric opened a jar and spread some clear jell on part of the device. He then held the device to her nub and turned the small handle at the side. The handle controlled a little knob which moved back and forward, very fast, when he turned it. It rubbed, almost vibrated, over her little nub.

“Ohhhh!” Amaria gasped. This time her gasp was not one of shock or pain. It felt good!

“There we go. Now, try to relax and let your body do its thing. She did. He continued.

The pleasure grew, soon the ripples spread beyond her sex. Into her belly, down her legs. Up her chest. Her nipples tingled and pressed against her bodice. Then, it grew further. More than she could guess.

“Stop!” she cried, but it came out as a gasp. Her legs stretched out, her toes curled, her belly crunched as a feeling, bigger and stronger than any before, swept over her. It wasn’t pain. It was pleasure so much that it racked her body like pain might. “Oh!” she cried out. “Oh oh ohhhh!” After a moment more the feeling subsided and Lord Velric took away the device.

“That is what is known as a climax, the peak of pleasure. Men feel it when they deposit sperm inside you, and they obtain it through sexual intercourse. Women often need a little more to obtain it, hence the use of fingers or devices such as this.

“You feel… like that… when you are inside me?” Amaria gasped, remembering the look on his face when he’d entered her.

“Yes,” He said. Now, I shall show you what sperm looks like.”

He entered her again, but this time he slid in. He was still so, so big, and she moaned as she stretched around him, but it was different. She felt all hot and warm and… slippery down there. There was discomfort, but it felt good. He leaned over her and started driving in and out, thrusting his hips and pushing deeper and deeper.

“Oh, it’s too big! I don’t think it will fit further!” she protested.

“Oh, it will fit, Your Highness,” Lord Velric said. He rested his hands on the back of the couch and drove in deeper. Faster.

“Oh…oh…!” Amaria moaned. Everything felt so much… more. Like the peak of her pleasure had made her more sensitive.

Lord Velric must have been feeling pleasure too, because he started moaning. His thrusts became erratic. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, grabbed his penis with one hand, and her hand with his other hand. He put the tip of his penis on her hand and gave it a few rubs. Something white and slimy ejected from his penis, which soon after softened and shrank.

“This is sperm?” Amaria asked, looking at the white substance on her hand.

“Yes, well, semen. The sperm are tiny, too small too see, but the are within the fluid.” Lord Velric stepped back, grabbed a handkerchief and gave it to her before pulling up his trousers and readjusting his tunic. She wiped her hand clean and pulled her skirts back down. “Ordinarily, a man would deposit that inside you, during the intercourse. The sperm would swim to your womb, where, ideally, they would fertilise you and result in a baby.

“But not every time,” Amaria pointed out.

“No. We know the timing has to be just right. But beyond that, a couple could copulate at the right time month after month, but still without success. It is my belief that the more sperm there is, the higher chance of conceiving a baby.

“Well, that makes sense. So… tomorrow night?”

“After the evening ball, you will have, ah—” Lord Velric’s eyes twinkled. “A whale of a time.”

“With multiple men. How will that work?”

“We think the most accurate way is to put you all in a room and let things figure themselves out. Look.” Lord Velric dove through the papers on a side table and puled out another piece of paper. This one held a picture of a young woman sitting on a white couch. There were several men, tall and dark, standing around it. The thought of having to do the sexual intercourse with several men made her uncomfortable. Lord Velric was like an old friend, but who would she need to do it with? And the idea that they’d all be in the same room, what, just watching? Waiting their turn?

“Who? Which men?” She asked.

“His Highness has chosen a select few. If a baby is successful, the man who fathered the baby will be chosen to be your spouse. Paternity testing is one of the few reproductive technologies we’ve kept. It doesn’t meddle with biology, only test it.”

Amaria nodded. A select few men, chosen by her father. Chosen, she assumed, for status and politics, not good looks or personality.

“I have a book for you, just a small one, for you to read before tomorrow night. It has a little more detailed information about how conception works. It also has a list of phrases and words you might wish to learn. We have a lot of alternate words for vagina and penis and the other terms. Some of them are quite vulgar, but during sexual intercourse people, men, especially, are want to use them.”

“Thank you, Lord Velric.”

Amaria took the book, said her farewells, and walked (though on slightly shaky legs) back to her chambers. Normally she would have delighted in the prospect of a new book, but there wasn’t much time left between now and tomorrow.