Joachim, the great magician, is summoned by the king to train a group of girls, including the princess, in the defense of the kingdom. However, upon catching her in an intimate act, he decides to punish her and subjugate her to his will, marking the beginning of a training filled with passion and power.
The air in the throne room smelled of melted wax and aged wine, that thick aroma clinging to the tapestries embroidered with gold thread. Joachim, the great magician with silver hair and a tight-fitting black robe, advanced with measured steps on the cold marble, his leather boots creaking slightly under his weight. The king, a man with a back bent by age and a graying beard, sat waiting for him on his ebony throne, his fingers drumming on the arm carved with dragon figures.
"Master Joaquín," the monarch's voice was a harsh whisper, as if each word cost him a superhuman effort, "the kingdom is bleeding to death. The beasts of the Black Mountains are devouring entire villages, and my knights are falling like flies. I need heroes. I need you to train the girls I have selected."
The wizard arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smile that didn't reach his golden eyes, cold as ancient coins. "Girls?" he repeated, savoring the word. "And why not men? The sword doesn't discriminate against skirts."
The king coughed, a wet sound that echoed in the silence of the hall. "Because the women I've chosen… they have something special. A fire men don't possess. But they are wild, undisciplined. Only you can shape them."
Joachim didn't respond immediately. In his mind, the king's words wove together with rumors he'd heard in taverns and markets: whispers about the princess, about orgies in the royal chambers, about a court rotting from within while the kingdom crumbled. But a magician didn't question a king's designs. Not openly.
"I accept," she said finally, with a gesture that made the silver rings on her fingers shine. "But I want to see these... future heroines. Starting with the princess."
The monarch paled. "My daughter is not here."
"Oh, but I think so." Joaquín was already turning toward the double doors, his robes billowing behind him like a shadow cloak. "And right now I feel like checking it out."
The princess's chambers smelled of jasmine and sweat. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of recent pleasure. Joachim pushed open the door without knocking, the hinges groaning like a betrayed lover. The first thing he saw was the princess's body, sprawled across the blue silk sheets, her pale skin glistening in the candlelight. Her blond hair, long as a river of wheat, clung to her sweaty back. She was on her knees, her buttocks round and marked by the touch of greedy hands, while a man—a commoner, judging by the scent of cheap beer and unwashed leather—thrust into her from behind, her thighs trembling with each thrust.
—Ah—! Harder, damn it! —the princess clawed at the sheets, her voice cracking with pleasure, her body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane—. Bust me, dog! I want to feel you inside me for a week!
The man, a broad-shouldered man with a scruffy beard, grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he spanked her ass with a wet, obscene sound. "Here, you royal whore," he panted. "Here's your commoner's fill, Princess."
Joaquín crossed his arms, observing the scene with a blood-curdling calm. The man's penis, thick and reddened, disappeared again and again between the princess's buttocks, her anus stretched and glistening with saliva and sweat. Each thrust made her breasts tremble, small but firm, her nipples pink and hard as pebbles. The magician could hear the sound of flesh slapping against each other, the princess's muffled moan as the man sank balls-deep into her tight hole.
—Yes! Like that! Give me your seed, pig! — She pushed back, eagerly impaling herself, her nails digging furrows into the sheets. — I want you to fill my ass like the garbage man you are!
The commoner needed no more. With a roar, he thrust into her, his testicles pressing against her skin as his semen spurted out in thick jets, filling the princess's bowels. She gasped, her body tensing, her toes curling on the quilt as the man's heat flooded her.
"Good… good boy," she whispered, her voice shaking, before collapsing onto the mattress, cum dripping between her thighs as the man pulled out with a wet sound.
Joaquín cleared his throat.
The commoner turned, his eyes wide at the sight of the magician, his penis still semi-hard and glistening with the princess's fluids. "P-sorry, sir! I didn't know that—"
"Get out," Joaquín's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Before I turn you into a toad and force you to lick the castle floor."
The man didn't think twice. He dressed stumblingly, gathering his breeches and dirty tunic, not even daring to look at the princess, who lay face down, giggling, her ass still red and slightly open, revealing the used, white-stained hole.
"Well, well," Joaquín closed the door behind the commoner, the lock sounding like a verdict. "The princess of the kingdom, getting her ass fucked like a tavern whore."
She turned slowly, unhurriedly, her lips swollen from the kisses, her blue eyes shining with a malice she made no attempt to hide. "So what, wizard?" she licked her lips, still savoring the man's taste. "Are you going to rat me out to Daddy?" "Worse." Joaquín moved forward, his robes brushing the floor. "I'm going to educate you."
Before she could react, he grabbed her hair, yanking hard. The princess shrieked, her scalp burning, but the wizard was already dragging her toward the open balcony, where the full moon illuminated the forest like a silver beacon.
"Let me go, you damned witch!" She struggled, her nails trying to scratch his hand, but Joaquín was relentless. With a sudden movement, he flipped her onto her knees, her silk tunic tearing beneath her weight. The princess's ass was exposed, still marked by the commoner's hands, her anus slightly swollen and stained with dried semen.
"Lesson one," the wizard raised his hand, his palm opening like a sign. "Princesses don't let just anyone screw them. Only those who deserve it."
The first lash resounded like thunder. The princess screamed, pain exploding in her flesh, but Joachim didn't stop. Again and again, the hand fell, marking her buttocks with the red of shame, the sound of flesh being punished filling the night. She kicked, tears welling up, but between the sobs, a moan escaped her lips.
"Enough!" she begged, but her voice trembled, and when the magician's hand slid between her thighs, he found her sex wet, treacherous.
"Liar," Joaquin whispered, his fingers brushing over her swollen clit. "You like it."
She shook her head, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, but her body didn't lie. Her hips moved on their own, seeking more contact, her anus throbbing as if it still remembered the girth of the commoner.
"Please," she moaned, but it wasn't a plea for mercy anymore. It was one more plea.
The magician smiled.
In one fluid motion, he lifted her, dragging her toward the trees. The forest greeted them with whispers, the leaves shifting like silent witnesses. Joaquín pushed her against an oak tree, the rough bark brushing against her bare back. Before she could protest, he untied the belt of his tunic, freeing his member, thick and curved upward, the veins pulsing beneath the dark skin.
"Open up," he ordered, grabbing her by the nape of her neck.
The princess looked at him, her lips parted, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. But when Joaquín squeezed his fingers, forcing her to lean forward, there was no resistance. Her mouth opened, her tongue poking out, and he wasted no time. He pushed her head down, his glans brushing her lips before sinking into her throat.
"Mmmf," she choked, saliva leaking from the corners of her mouth, but the wizard gave her no respite. He grabbed her hair, moving his hips in slow circles, forcing her to swallow every inch.
"Like that," he growled, feeling his cock brush against the back of her throat. "Suck, princess. Show me you know how to serve a real man."
She moaned around his flesh, tears falling, but her hands clenched at his thighs, her nails digging in. Joaquín closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the wet heat, the way her throat contracted around him. But it wasn't enough. Not yet.
With a grunt, he released her, leaving her coughing, saliva and tears mixing on her face. Before she could recover, he spun her around, shoving her against the tree. His mage fingers traced runes in the air, and the oak's roots came to life, tangling around her wrists, immobilizing her.
"What—?" She struggled, but the roots only tightened.
"Second lesson," Joaquín knelt behind her, his hands sliding over her reddened buttocks. "Pleasure is a privilege. And you've wasted it."
His fingers sank into her sex, finding her soaked, her clitoris beating like a desperate heart. The princess gasped, her body arching, but when she tried to close her legs, the roots separated them, leaving her open, vulnerable.
—No… you can't—
"I can do whatever I want," he spat into his hand, smearing the saliva on her anus, still tender from previous use. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside.
"AH!" she cried out, pain mixing with forbidden pleasure. Joaquín didn't stop. He moved his fingers in circles, stretching her, preparing her, while his other hand continued to play with her clit, his fingers moving in a relentless rhythm.
"You're a whore," he whispered, feeling her body respond, her anus contract around his fingers. "But you're going to be my whore."
And then, without further ado, he entered her.
The princess's scream was lost in the forest. Joachim's penis, thicker than the commoner's, longer, filled her to the limit, stretching her used hole until she saw stars. She cried, but her hips moved on their own, pulling back to take more, her body betraying her once more.
"Gods! Gods, this is too much!" she gasped, but her walls clenched around him, the pleasure overwhelming the pain.
"There are no gods here," Joaquín growled, grabbing her hips and beginning to move with deep thrusts, each one making the tree tremble. "Just me. Just my cock inside your filthy ass."
The ground began to crack beneath them. Joaquín's magic, uncontrolled by lust, made the earth tremble. Each thrust was a hammer blow, the sound of clashing flesh echoing like a war drum. The princess no longer begged. She screamed, but they were screams of ecstasy, her body jerking, her anus clenching around him as if she never wanted to let go.
—More! Break me, wizard! Make me yours!—her words were a delirium, her nails bleeding where she scratched the bark.
Joaquín didn't need any further permission.
With a roar, magic exploded through his veins. The runes on his skin glowed, and the ground beneath them split, a black rift opening like a hungry maw. But he didn't stop. He kept fucking her, sweat dripping down her back, his balls clenching.
"Take my seed, princess!" he ordered, and when the orgasm hit him, it wasn't just his body that responded. Magic flowed with his ejaculation, thick jets of semen filling her gut as the wounds in her skin closed, healed by his power. She cried out, her body tensing, an orgasm ripped from her core as he continued to empty himself inside her, prolonging the pleasure until they both fell, exhausted, onto the grass.
The princess was breathing heavily, her body covered in sweat and semen, her eyes glassy. Joaquín cleansed her with a wave of his hand, the magic removing every trace of her sin. Then, with a whisper, he put her to sleep, leaving her lying on the grass, her face serene, her hair spread out like a golden halo.
But the magician had no time to contemplate her.
Turning, she saw figures moving through the trees. Other girls—the masturbating disciples—watched with glittering eyes, their lips bitten, their hands sliding between their thighs. One of them, with brown hair and generous breasts, was shamelessly touching herself, her fingers digging into her body as she moaned silently.
Joaquín smiled, a plan taking shape in his mind.
"Well," he murmured, adjusting his robes. "It seems the king has given me more work than I expected."
With a snap of his fingers, magic enveloped them and sent these two girls back where with Joaquin's message through sound magic they were guarded in parts of the castle and not allowed to leave, teleporting him back to the castle with the arrogant and submissive princess, her laughter echoed in the forest, dark and promising, while the captured girls looked at each other, knowing that now it will not be so easy to escape from their father the king.