It was time to leave, and creep back to her room before someone discovered her.
At the first step, a sliver of light coming from between the slats of the floorboards caught her eye. Kneeling, she pushed back her hair, and focused her eyes on the vertical split.
It took several seconds to register what she saw on the floor below her. In a sumptuously decorated room of warm gold, there were ten, twelve, maybe even more naked bodies entwined in various sexual acts. Not just couples, but threesomes, foursomes on mattresses of deep reds and blacks. A woman on hands and knees was mounted from behind by a man who ground his crotch against her bottom, while she took another man’s cock in her mouth, her large breasts swayed with each powerful thrust.
A woman stood nude on a table, legs apart, and undulated ever so slightly and seductively. Eyes closed, her hands rubbed circles over her breasts. Before her stood a man his tongue was between her legs, licking her. His own hand furiously worked his cock, the sack behind his cock bouncing with each stroke.
Princess could do nothing but stare at the feast of lust, open mouths, hard cocks, and pussies before her. Never in her wildest imagination could she conjure up such a sight! Even her secret book of illustrations was nothing more than a few erotically drawn squiggly lines compared to this. To make it even more delicious was the fact she was a voyeur to the spectacle below. They had no idea she was watching. If they did, would they invite her into their orgy of lust?
Would she be a willing participant in the debauchery and decadence? Taking one man after another into her mouth, into her willing pussy?
The thought caused the now familiar throb in her pussy. Balancing herself on one elbow, she moved her knees apart and guided her hand between her thighs, her pussy slick with her own juices. Gently at first, she worked her fingers over the hardened nub, and shuddered at her own touch. Her fingers gradually increased their speed in time with her own breath until she collapsed to the floor with the power of her own orgasm. Warm wetness coursed down her thighs. She pressed her ear against the floorboards, and listened to the muffled moans and groans from below.
When she regained her senses, she got to her feet in haste, and hurried down the stairs, through the twisting and turning halls until she got back to her room, where she safely bolted the door.
A secret, silent, laugh of delight and naughtiness bubbled up in her throat. She jumped on to her bed, and buried her face into the sweet scented pillow. Every day, every night since she was cast out from the only home she knew was a new discovery of what she’s been so long deprived of. She was wiser, and a lot less naïve. The loss of her innocence the old hag mentioned to save her brothers. The price was worth it, she decided. Turning onto her back, she closed her eyes.
“Erich, I need you,” she whispered with a smile, and waited for his arrival.
Chapter Six
The night was finally upon her.
At the stroke of midnight her brothers would return to their human form, and she must be ready to spirit them out of the club, before Valentina could react.
Princess suffered through Valentina’s kisses and caresses that lasted longer and longer, and became bolder each day. She returned the affection with an ardor she did not feel so not to rouse her suspicions. When in her presence, she simply pretended she was acting out a scene in a twisted play whose ending was near. Perhaps the deception took Valentina’s thoughts away from further torturing her brothers, or plotting her next spell on them.
This night could not have come quicker. She was sure Valentina would make her next move soon, requesting Princess in her bed, perhaps even that night. When she last saw Valentina only a few hours earlier, there was a look of lust and desire in her green eyes as she presented her with the white swan costume. A secret titillation tickled her as she accepted the costume knowing the woman didn’t have a single clue as to her identity, yet managed to not only infiltrate her club, but rise to the level of a white swan.
Princess went through the usual motions of preparing for her performance at the club. She now expertly applied her own mask of colors to her face, and became the swan dancer, night after night. Her costumes were now more elaborate, but none as much as the white swan. As she twisted her hair in plaits before the mirror, she wondered if she stayed much longer, under Valentina’s spells and magical charms, would she somehow permanently become the swan girl, was that her plan all along? Was this what Erich spoke of when he admitted his fear of losing her forever to the club?
She glossed her lips, and gave her costume a final pat into place, and took the stage.
It was always the same. The excitement of the crowd when she danced was so strong, it vibrated to her core. It injected energy and a feeling within her that could not be topped—with the exception of when she was with Erich.
Beneath the lights, she spun and twirled in perfect sync with the music that moved her. She smiled, and used her face and body motions to make every man there feel she danced for him, and only him.
At the first stroke of midnight, she began to undo the swan.
She released the pins from her hair, and the long plaits dropped to her shoulders. She cast to the ground the elaborate feather and gemstone adornments. Suddenly, she started to sing; her voice soared
