"
... see how she dissolved when you talked about her hair?
"
"
Oh my gosh!
" A girlish giggle. "
I thought I was gonna
die
.
"
Hellebore shifted in his bed. Those voices...
"
And how she swooned at the end~
"
That was... Vesyka. The voluptuous goblin boilermaid. And the other squeaky giggly voice... Eneko?
Hellebore managed to open his eyes. He was under thick, weighty covers. His limbs felt completely asleep, and the air under the blankets was hot and heavy.
The blankets were also
very
... pink.
"
She's so ready for this.
"
He went still. A shiver passed through his heart and stuttered his breath.
That was Catanya's voice.
Why did it... do that to him?
He still felt foggy, blurry, numb, but his mind was starting to recover. He was remembering--vaguely--what had happened earlier. They had... tricked him. Drugged him. Drugged their prince.
And they'd said things. Horrible, forbidden things.
As his cheeks went red, shameful insecurities rose wild and unbidden, and he blurted out, "
What in the Path
is going on here?"
The words burst out of him without thinking. And as the goblins went silent, he instantly felt a deep, foreboding regret.
A shadow passed over the pink-tinted light of the blankets over his head. Then a second. Then a third.
"My, my," Catanya purred. Her voice was suddenly very, very close. "It looks like our little
princess
is awake~"
Hellebore's breath caught.
The blankets flew off him, and he found himself staring up at three catgoblins who looked like they'd caught themselves their very own canary.
Especially Catanya. Catanya's smile was radiant as she towered over him--she was so short, but he was pinned to the goblin's bed, tucked into his blankets as tight as a caterpillar in its chrysalis.
"I--" Hellebore squirmed. The air in the boiler room was hot and muggy, even with his upper body bared, and he felt like a sweaty mess.
His spirit quailing inside him as he recognized that he was naked from the waist up.
Hellebore never looked at himself in the mirror naked. He couldn't stand the sight of his bare chest--even though his father had expressed deep relief when he'd started growing chest hair, it still felt mortifying, exposing, wrong.
That hair was gone now. He saw a straight razor left on the counter to dry, and his motions were too muddy to make out, but
shame
was everywhere,
shame
was enough.
Especially with these... these impudent girls smirking down at him, nakedly,
shamelessly
admiring his royal form.
He sputtered and squirmed. His limbs were still waking up, and fear wasn't piercing through that sleep like it should have been. It felt lopsided, uneven, an arrow split in two before firing.
Their covetous gazes, the smooth softness, the delicate feelings stirring inside him...
No. No, no, no, this was wrong, this was--Scattered Gods, this was
humiliating
--
"H-How dare you," he cried. "I am the
Prince!
How dare you restrain--how dare you
undress
a member of the Royal Family~!"
Why did his voice sound so wispy and hesitant? What was
wrong
with him?
The goblins blinked wide and innocent eyes.
"Why, my Prince!" Catanya exclaimed, leaning in close, and he trembled in dread as her lips approached his ear and her soft, sonorous voice started to infiltrate his head yet again, "You're free to leave at any time! We would never keep you here."
As Hellebore struggled to process this, he heard Eneko murmur to Vesyka, "Plus, like, King Eldon's claim to royalty has always been kinda specious."
Vesyka giggled.
Hellebore's brain was still playing catch-up. He stared up at Catanya in shocked confusion. "W-What?"
"Well, yeah," Eneko chirped, mistaking his target. Pale blue eyes sparkled over a feline smile. "Maybe Alton the First had some place making the claim a few generations ago, but, like, in the Valley's modern political landscape--"
"Of course you can leave, silly!" Catanya cut in, reaching over to pat Eneko's head and not-so-subtly push her out of his field of vision. She winked down at him. "You just...
don't want to
, do you~?"
"I--I don't?" Hellebore felt so disoriented. Eneko's and Catanya's scents were mixing together again, piercing peppermint and sweet rose petals, and he'd come to associate those scents so much with drifting off to sleep in his bathtub, and everything felt so...
warm...
"I mean, of--of course I do!"
"No, you don't," Catanya said more firmly, as if this settled the matter. And then she leaned in to purr right in his ear, and Hellebore's attempted objections melted into dribbling nonsense on his tongue. "You're too
hypnotized
, Princess~"
Vesyka leaned over him, her breasts squeezed into a tight tank top, and gave her chest an indulgent
squeeze
.
"I--" Hellebore's words weakened again, briefly faltering completely as he got caught up watching Vesyka's unspeakably soft, fat tits jiggle together. "N-No, I--"
"My breasts are just too nice to stare at," Vesyka murmured, "aren't they, Princess? Just relax and watch them
squish~
"
"I-I'm not a--a--"
Squish.
"A what?" Catanya purred. His whole world softened a little with every rumble fuzzy downpour of kittenish static over his weakening mind. "Say the word, sweetie~"
"I'm not--I'm not a..."
Hellebore stopped. Fear had begun to trickle in to slow his tongue. Fear, because the word suddenly felt... bigger. More important. Like if he said it, if he felt the prin pop his lips and the cess slither along his tongue like a sibilant sigh, something would change.
Something he couldn't take back.
"I'm--"
Eneko leaned in, licking her luscious black lips with a wicked smirk, and planted a kiss just under his ear.
At the soft, sensuous touch, he found himself letting out a high-pitched, liquid moan.
Eneko peppered him with kisses between her words, the sounds filling his ears with wetness and sloppy indulgence. "See, a claim to royalty--"
*mwah~*
"-- is more a tool of, like--"
*mmmwah~*
"--political rhetoric," she mewed sweetly in his ear.
*mmwah~!*
"Any noble can
say
--"
"Drop it, Eneko."
Hellebore couldn't follow the words anyways. Even Catanya's annoyed scolding throbbed with that pulsing purring heat, and those wet kisses were endless, demanding all his focus. He tried to pay attention. He failed.
Vesyka's breasts jiggled and bounced above his head as she kneaded and groped them, her vast cleavage holding his gaze suspended between them. He imagined how it'd feel for those breasts to smother him, to bounce and squish against either side of his face, to have his face shoved in there... it wouldn't be his fault, he couldn't stop them, all he could do was accept it all--
... and it'd feel so good to just breathe in deep of her sweet lemon-cream scent...
... so good to grope and fondle one's own tits like that...
...
... wait, wh--
"And I can't help but notice that you're still not leaving, Princess." Catanya's thrumming coo jolted Hellebore back to reality. "You must like this more than you're ready to admit~!"
Hellebore shook his head desperately. He whimpered, fought against gravity, but Catanya's hand had settled upon his chest, and suddenly that subtle touch felt like an immovable weight beyond anything someone as weak and delicate as him could possibly lift.
Catanya didn't want him to get up. So he couldn't get up.
"S-Stop!" he whimpered. "Stop calling me--th-that word--"
Catanya's lips were pressed so close up to his ear that he could
feel
when her smile widened. "What word?"
Fuck, why was he calling attention to it? That was what they wanted! They wanted him to say that word, and he
knew
he mustn't,
knew
saying it would change something even if he didn't understand why--
"Nn!" Hellebore squeaked as he felt a fingertip flick over his nipple. His nipples weren't usually so sensitive. "W-Why are you..."
As if to silence his stammers, Eneko rose up and planted a big, wet kiss right on his lips.
Hellebore's cry was instantly swallowed up. He mewled and squirmed as he felt her black lipstick leaving little kissmarks. No, no, he couldn't enjoy this, he couldn't let himself get hard from this--
Her rough catlike tongue flicked inside, teased his own, and he could barely hold in a squeal.
It was terrifying, overwhelming. The feeling of being...
penetrated
. Conquered. Eneko's tongue slid in, and his thoughts just seemed to spill out in a swirly, slobbery mess of pleasure, and he was letting his lips part wider, letting her
take him...
"We've been watching you for a while, sweetie," Catanya cooed in his ear. "Your whole family's a bunch of brutes and oafs. The very worst of the Rose Valley."
Hellebore whined. He couldn't pull away, couldn't even try to. He was starting to run out of air, but Eneko's lips felt so nice against his, so tender and soft and yet utterly in control.
"Bullies," Vesyka added.
Eneko tasted so sweet. Sweet and minty. The kiss stretched on and on, longer and longer, endless, devouring. His lungs felt emptier and emptier, but her lewd moans into him took the place of air. Her lips were all he could think about as she filled him with her tongue, filled him her sweetness, filled him with dumb, brainless honeyed bliss...
"The
boring
kind."
Hellebore whimpered into the kiss, trying to object. Or... he thought he was trying.
No one would know if he wasn't really trying. Not even him.
He thought about his uncle burning the flower book. His father groping a maid's ass when mother was out of the room. His mother, normally so friendly with the servants, immediately having the maid sacked when Hellebore had let it slip to her.
Eneko broke the kiss with a sloppy smack of their lips that left him gasping. She licked her lips, then his, and gave a girlish giggle. "We'd have left them years ago, really. The castle's, like,
so
boresome nowadays. Only..."
He tried to speak in the brief pause.
Catanya's lips brushed his earlobe, and soft, vibrant purring turned his words into nothingness.
"Only," she cut in, voice feather-soft, "you aren't like them, are you, Princess? Your adorable spoiled brat act, that's just that. You're trying
soo
hard, but you just aren't cut out for this." She kissed him on the cheek. "
