(This is a perversion - a fan-fiction if you will - of the Netflix hit film Damsel, starring Millie Bobby Brown as Princess Elodie. For the links to the other parts, see the comment.)

{Précis: this is a kingdom where three princesses must be sacrificed to a dragon each year. Elodie was the second of the three. Also cast into the chasm, for a different reason, is court hunk Stefan. Having escaped the dragon by darting up a narrow dark corridor he discovers a scared and alone Princess Elodie. Having introduced Elodie to sex, she now can’t get enough. But their time is interrupted by a scream as a third princess is thrown into the chasm.}

Part 3:

The princess’s scream echoed through the cavern and we held our breath to await the answering roar of the dragon. But none came. She must have been out, flying in the mountains. We had a short window of opportunity. Elodie and I threw on some clothes - we’d been naked and fucking for most of the last 48 hours - and cautiously peered out of the crack in the cliff that had been our saviour. The coast seemed clear so we silently moved from rocky outcrop to rocky outcrop, trying to maintain cover as much as possible. We reached the sandy area below the chasm and there was the new arrival. The princess was lying still on the ground. I feared she might be dead. But I pulled back her long black hair to reveal a slender pale neck, felt for a pulse and it was there, beating at a strong and steady rate. She was just out cold.

With no time to lose, I picked her prone body up in my strong arms and slung her in a ‘fireman’s lift’ over my shoulder…. and I ran for it. I was about two-thirds of the way across the cavern, with Elodie close behind me, when we heard the roar of our carnivorous friend. “What’s this… fresh meat?” she bellowed. But even with her most powerful wing-beats she was no match for our sprinting and with a howl of rage the dragon spewed a pointless stream of lava after us as we were already safely back in our makeshift quarters.

I lay the new visitor gently on the sand and propped her up against a smooth slab of polished stone. Only now could I get a good look at her. She was older than both my 20 years and definitely older that Elodie’s 18 years. Perhaps 26 or 27. She was much taller than Elodie and even though she wore her cream and white embroidered wedding outfit, now dusty and ripped, I could see that her legs were as toned and lithe as Elodie’s but way longer. Her oval face resembled that of a beautiful porcelain doll, with large eyes, currently closed, and a pert button nose. Clearly from a kingdom far to the east, her gorgeous face was framed by her long dark hair, tied back in two pigtails. Her breasts were much larger than Elodie’s - at least a D or E cup - and bursting to escape the tightly buttoned dress.

I gently splashed some water on her face and, with a slight groan, she came round and opened her eyes. A look of sheer panic crossed her face and she started thrashing around.

“What, where am I, what’s happening” she wailed.

In a trice Elodie was by her side, holding her hand and calming her down. She gently explained what had happened and where she was, using a low, soothing voice. Elodie then introduced us:

“I’m Princess Elodie of Northangria and this is Stefan of this kingdom. We are your friends. We are all in this together.”

As we talked she introduced herself as Princess Selena of Cian.

“I was married before but my husband was killed in a shooting accident last year”.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” exclaimed Elodie.

“Oh, don’t be.” Selena replied ruefully. “I was as duped in that marriage as I was with this one to that bastard Henry!” “My husband was not only gay but virtually an asexual. He couldn’t even get it up to consummate our marriage. He forbade me to get sex elsewhere but that didn’t stop me. I thought ‘Fuck him’! I took lovers, both men and women, at each and every opportunity. I fucked my brains out for the two years of my marriage. I was open about all this to the King, Queen and Prince Henry and was surprised they wanted me. Now I know why… they weren’t picky!”

After that, her story was much the same as Elodie’s. An offer of marriage; a handsome dowry to help the coffers of her home kingdom; a fairytale marriage; before betrayal and a long fall into the abyss.

We talked for over an hour, this strange trio of victims. Selena didn’t feel desperate enough to try glowing blue slug for ‘dinner’ (although it might have been ‘breakfast’ as we had little idea what the true time was outside).

We settled down to sleep, but I knew Elodie had my cock on her mind again. And I was right. As soon as Selena’s eyes were closed on the other side of the sandy corridor I felt Elodie’s hands unfastening my pants and within 10 seconds she was greedily guzzling on my cock. I pulled her hair and dragged her up to my lips. I quietly flipped her onto her back, hitched her tattered red dress up, pulled her knickers aside and plunged my rock hard cock into her cunt. Elodie gasped and I clasped my hand over her mouth to muffle her joyful cries. She started to move her hips with mine, now moaning quietly.

We fucked like this, as silently as possible, for five minutes. Elodie let out a sudden uncontrollable moan as she orgasmed. I looked over straight into Selena’s green almond-shaped eyes. She had clearly been watching us fuck for a while. Her right hand was in her own crotch, fingering herself. With her left hand she had pulled the top of her dress away, exposing one of her glorious breasts, which she was now alternatively kneading and tweaking the nipple of.

“Do you want to join us?” I asked, bringing Elodie’s thrusting moves to a brief stop. She let out a surprised gasp as she turned to see Selena pleasuring herself.

“Fuck yes” replied Selena “…if… if… you’re happy with that Elodie?”

Elodie gave a nervous chuckle and nodded, blushing deep red.

(To be continued).