Hi! This chapter is a bit of backstory/set up. There will be more action in coming installments :)

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Princess Mara always hosted these lavish parties in the Eastern ballroom. The nature of these parties, I never knew. As the assistant to the castle’s event planner, all I did was coordinate with the kitchen and decorators and ensure every place setting was perfectly even.

I assumed the parties involved a decadent meal and some dancing or entertainment, but I couldn’t be sure. The princess was unnaturally kind, from what I’d heard and my limited interactions with her, but she was also a bit odd — which meant that I had no idea what kind of party I was walking into.

A handful of the usual staffers were extraordinarily sick, meaning we were short one waitress. So I had to fill in.

“Here’s your uniform,” the castle manager Veela said.

“Uhhh…”

I held up the scraps of fabric. It was a white gossamer bralette with gold straps, matching gold panties with white gossamer fabric dangling in the front and back.

Veela winked at me. “Good thing you’re pretty.”

I was always aware of my curvier figure growing up, and took precautions to hide it as best as possible while I was at work. I wore clean, respectable trousers or skirts and nice blouses with high enough necklines.

Now, with this excuse of an outfit, there was no concealing my wide hips and gigantic breasts that were threatening to completely spill out.

The other waitresses were dressed in the same outfits, but their proportions were much smaller.

We were all to take our positions along the walls of the ballroom as the princess’s guests filed in. There were twenty-or-so circular tables around the room, surrounding a large carpeted platform in the center of the room. Probably for a band or singer, I guessed.

The rectangular table along the back wall, facing the other tables, was the last to be filled. That would be Her Highness and her guests of honor.

And as they entered the room, I nearly fell over. The golden haired boy, dressed to perfection in white pants and a regal blue jacket, was familiar. Probably because for the last three nights, when I’d made my way to the kitchens for a late night snack, I’d spoken to him for hours, sharing about life at the palace and my life in general

He’d been dressed in commoner clothes then, so I assumed he was a new groundskeeper or palace staffer.

He was seated at the right hand of the Princess, and I had spoken to him about my personal life — I even swore in front of him! And I, of course, had to be the girl assigned to wait on that table, practically naked.

I kept my attention focused ahead until the other waitresses and I exited the room to grab the trays of food. My hands shook with nerves as I returned to the room and made my way to the table.

Eyes focused on the plates, I set them down one by one, until I reached Her Highness. She placed a bejeweled hand on my arm, and my eyes snapped up.

“You’re a fresh face,” she said with a smile. “You’re not one of our usuals, are you?”

“No, Your Highness,” I replied, not daring to look over at Aldren — if that was even his name. “I’m Veela’s assistant, just filling in today.”

“Well,” she purred, not-so-subtly staring at my heaving chest, “you are absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

She slowly removed her hand, dragging a manicured nail down my hand. “Please, call me Mara,” she murmured. “And what shall I call you?”

“Elyra,” I replied. “My name is Elyra.”

“Welcome,” she said with another prolonged stare at my chest.

I offered her a grateful smile before moving give Aldren his meal.

“Elyra,” he mused as I set the place down.

I barely stopped myself from falling to my knees. I offered him a bewildered stare, then finished placing the meals and raced back to my position by the wall.

Moments later, bells rang, and Mara began clapping. In through the large gilded door, dozens of men began filing in. And I gasped.

They were naked, save for tiny gold loincloths that covered nearly nothing. They were all muscular beyond belief and drenched in oil.

“What the…”

Dinner continued on, with the guests observing the men with no signs of surprise. They made their way towards the platform, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder.

I just about bit through my delicately pink-painted lips as they sprung into action.

I knew the first thing I’d do, once I was back in my room, would be to rip these clothes off and plunge my fingers into my already weeping pussy.

I stood there, mesmerized as these men feasted on each other. The man closest to me was face fucking the man on his knees in front of him. The gagging sounds were obscene, and pushed globs of saliva onto his muscular chest.

Another man was bent over the platform, getting fucked so hard, he inched forward with every thrust.

The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, male moans and whines and groans.

Across the room, I watched a female guest call one of the men over and spread her legs. He dropped to his knees before her, hike up her dress, and bury his face in her pussy.

My hips instinctively bucked at the sight, and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself.

Several female guests did the same, until over a dozen women were getting their pussy’s eaten by gorgeous men slathered in oil.

One woman had chosen to deepthroat one of the glistening men while another mounted her from behind and absolutely unleashed himself, fucking her so hard she was simply forced to swallow the man’s entire cock down her throat.

I smothered a moan and glanced over at the Princess’ table to find Aldren already staring at me. And palming his crotch.

I wondered if he had gotten hard from looking at me….

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We had just finished clearing the room, and I was dreaming of finally being able return to my quarters and relieve the ache between my legs. Even now, where I stood cleaning silverware in the preparation room attached to the ballroom, I could see dark wet stain in my gold panties, only hidden by the thin veil of fabric draped in front of it. Every step I took that dragged my clit along the fabric was torture, sending a fresh flood of wetness out of my core.

But just as I was about to leave, Veela beckoned me over, and my heart dropped.

“The princess would like to speak with you.”

“Oh,” I said. “Did I do something wrong?”

She gave me a mischievous smirk. “No, I don’t think so.”

She led me to another small room connected to the preparation suite, where Princess Mara, one of her guardsmen, and Aldren stood.

“You know, I adore these parties,” she said. “Those men are just delicious, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly.

“They are fantastic, but, perhaps it’s time to spice things up,”

“I don’t know why, but until now, I hadn’t considered diversifying my entertainment,” she said. “They are fantastic, but, perhaps it’s time to spice things up. You know, add a little something.”

“Whatever you think is best, Your Highness.”

She floated over to me, eyes scanning my figure. I held my breath as she reached out to caress one of my heavy breasts.

“These are just magnificent,” she breathed.

She ran her other hand across my waist and to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing. “I could just devour you.”

“I believe my friend Aldren agrees with you too,” she whispered, just for me to hear. “Thought he was going to erupt in those pants just from looking at you.”

It was then that I glanced over her shoulder and met Aldren’s stare. Jaw clenched, chest heaving. It seems like I was having an effect on him now, too.

She gave my breast a soft squeeze before stepping back and clasping her hands together.

“I’d like you to join our parties full time,” she said. “It would be you, and my men, entertaining me and my guests.”

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, mouth gaping and silent.

“You would be perfectly safe,” she continued. “Our men are very well-behaved, and we would have safe words in place of course. And while you can do what you please to our men, I’d really just like to watch them pleasure you into oblivion. I want you to be the star of the show.”

I was pretty sure my pussy juice was dripping down my thighs at this point.

“So,” she said, smiling widely. “What do you say?”

I don’t know whether it was the shock, or the ever-growing ache in between my thighs, or the idea of Aldren watching me unravel and cum in front of him, but I heard myself say, “Yes, Your Highness.”

She squealed and wrapped me into a hug, rambling about how wonderful this would be, how excited she was. Eventually, she calmed down, and said one of her personal assistants would be in touch with further details.

She glided from the room, her guardsman on her heels and Aldren trailing behind. As he moved towards the door, he drew close and whispered, “Kitchens, tonight” as he breezed past and into the hallway.