Chapter 1: More Than Her Head Could Swallow
Contains: futanari, futa on futa, small dom big sub, deepthroat, detached head facefucking

“Wait, and you wanna hire ME for the job? I mean I’m a mercenary, a blade for hire.” Edgarda Blastfell asked from her seat at the tavern. The red-haired dullahan was a mercenary, and a powerful one at that. She was considered the strongest in all of Thornburke, but her icy attitude and solo lifestyle meant she’d never join a party or guild. When she wasn’t out adventuring, she was either drinking or having sex.

“Why yes, Ms. Blastfell. We’re aware of the quests you’ve completed, you’re more than accomplished enough to handle the task.” The King’s advisor explained. He had approached Edgarda at her usual spot in the tavern with a business proposition.

“Yeah but transporting a princess... Just seems like a strange task to offer if you ask me. You sure there’s no twist here?” 
“Positive. Ms. Blastfell. We simply want the best protection for Princess Florie that this town has to offer. His Highness King Wintere himself approved of this.”

Edgarda was contemplating the proposition. It seemed easy enough, and surely working for the royal family would guarantee some serious gold.... “What exactly are the constraints here?”
“The journey should take just over a week. You will be transporting the princess from Thornburke to Cliff Town. We will provide a horse and wagon, as well as whatever gear you deem necessary. And be aware that should you or anyone else lay hands on Princess Florie, there will be extreme consequences.”

“Aaaaaand how much are you paying me, should I accept?” 

“His Highness would like to offer you 1,000 gp upon the safe arrival of his daughter.”

Edgarda’s eyes lit up, imagining how long she could go without having to work with that kind of money. The alcohol she could drink, the prostitutes she could hire... She held her gauntlet-clad hand out to shake. “You’ve got yourself a deal!”

...

The next day, Edgarda was introduced to Princess Florie Wintere. The elven princess was young and beautiful, no older than 20. Straight golden hair cascaded far past her shoulders, nearly down to her waist. Her small stature and pure appearance gave an impression of innocence. Despite this, Edgarda would be lying to herself if she said she didn't imagine the pristine elf’s face coated in jizz.

After some preparations were made, Edgarda and the princess set off. Edgarda rode atop the horse while Florie, disguised as a commoner, was inside the covered wagon. “I’m boooooored!” she whined. “We just left!” Edgarda retorted.
“...Do you have any interesting stories?”
“Well there was one time where I-“
“Ooh what kind of armor is this?” She felt a small hand moving along her shoulder pad.
“It’s-“
“You’re a dullahan right? How do you eat?”
“I-“
“Does it hurt to detach your head?” The small elven hands were reaching for her head from behind.

“ENOUGH!” Edgarda erupted. Florie was young, but she was an adult, and had no excuse for her childish behavior. She shot an angry glance back, making eye contact with the young woman. “I’m here to protect you and deliver you, I am not a babysitter. I’m fine with talking, but continue to behave like a child and I won’t be kind to you.” Florie rested her chin in her palms, pouting grumpily. “Hmph, fine!” 

The two traveled quietly for some time before Florie spoke up again. “So... you’re a dullahan. What’s that like?” She asked innocently. Edgarda felt a bit bad for erupting on her earlier, and engaged in conversation. “It’s got its perks. Can’t be beheaded in battle, ‘cause I sorta already am,” she said as she lifted her own head and turned it around to face Florie, eliciting a giggle from the princess. A light grey flame emitted from her neck where the two parts would attach, though clearly of magical origin and unable to be felt or spread. “My body can actually do just fine on its own, it can do stuff even if I can’t see it. Sometimes it has a mind of its own though...” She reminisced on the time her body brutally skull fucked her head, and popped her head back on before her body decided to act on the growing bulge in her pants.

The dullahan and elf spoke a bit more throughout the day, learning a bit about each other to pass the time. Florie was a rather powerful spell caster, and could use many advanced forms of magic. Edgarda recanted some of her adventure stories, talking about beasts she’d slain and dungeons she’d raided. Soon night fell, and Edgarda set up a campsite for the two to spend the night.

Naturally they shared a tent, so that the dullahan could keep a close eye on Florie and prevent any harm from befalling her. She regretted this position when she felt the urge to rub one out, and realized that she would likely not have the chance to do so until the end of her trip. Edgarda stared at the ceiling of the tent as the night grew older. She rested there, just a foot away from the elven princess, trying to ignore her desires and go to sleep. She heard rustling from the princess and looked over to see what was going on.

Just barely perceivable in the dark of the night was the princess making an up and down motion with her arm beneath her covers. She was breathing heavily, clearly trying to remain quiet so as not to gain an audience in her body guard. Edgarda knew what it looked like. Such a refined, innocent seeming princess, there’s no way she could...

As if to confirm her suspicion, Florie kicked off her blanket and furiously pumped a mass of meat swinging from between her legs. It was a cock. A big, long, meaty member fit for an orc, attached to an elf that seemed very unfit to wield it. The thing was absolutely colossal, clearly bigger than even Edgarda’s quite generous length.

 Florie’s eyes squinted shut as her face contorted in pleasure. The elf pushed her hips up, raising the center of her body higher as she clearly neared her climax, ravaging her beastly member with practiced vigor. She whispered a spell, opening a portal around just the tip of her royal cock as her member began spasming. It pulsed and twitched and bobbed as spurt after spurt of hot royal goo was blasted who-knows-where through the portal. Finally, after an incredibly long orgasm, the pulsating slowed and the princess slowly lowered herself back to lying down. 

The portal disappeared, returning the oozing tip of her cock to its proper place. She folded down her skirt and pulled up her blanket as if she wasn’t putting away enough cock to impregnate an entire village. Florie shot a quick glance at Edgarda, who closed her eyes just in time to not be caught watching, before going to bed. Edgarda may have a harder time ignoring her urges than she originally thought...

Morning came and Edgarda packed up to be ready to set off for the day. She noticed a puddle of white slime, a few feet away from the camp but still clearly within sight.  “Gods, its enough to fill a mug...” she thought to herself. She could say without doubt that Florie was responsible for this, and knowing what that little elf was capable of sent shivers down her spine.

She tried to shake the image of the massive appendage out of her mind but simply couldn’t. “How in the world does she hi-“
“Edgarda.”
“EEP! I, uh, yes, Florie?”
“It’s Princess Florie, to you. Are we leaving soon?”
The snooty elf girl reminded Edgarda of her lifetime off privilege and ass kissing.  

Once again they set off. “Hey, Edgarda,” some time passed, and it seemed Florie prepared more questions about being a dullahan. “If you eat while your head is disconnected, what happens?”
“Well, I’m not really sure how to explain it, but it goes down like normal. Magic, maybe?” 
“What would happen if you swallowed something big? Is it even possible for you to choke?” The princess asked the question without lewd thoughts in mind, but her thoughts trailed and she imagined herself rooting deep down the dullahan’s magical gullet. 

“Eh, goes down just fine, really. I mean...” She was about to recant the story of how her head was lost in a tavern and the barmaid kept her for a week of under-the-counter suckjobs, but recalled that she was in the presence of a princess. “Uh, here, lemme show you.” She passed her head back to the princess, he handled it gently but seemed lost in thought. 

“Try that cucumber,” Edgarda pointed with her eyes to a basket of fruits and veggies. The elf could feel herself growing stiff beneath her dress. She reached for a cucumber, shaking and sweating as she fought the urge to absolutely ravage the dullahan’s throat right then and there. “Relax, I don’t have much of a gaga reflex if it’s quick. Guess it has somethin to do with the whole ‘magic throat portal’ thing,” she jested. “Just push some of it down, it’s a cool party trick I know.”

With a shaky hand, Florie slid the cucumber down into Edgarda’s waiting mouth. A slight bulge appeared along her throat, evidence that the cucumber was there. Florie felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see that the dullahan’s body wanted her attention. It pointed to her neck, showing that the bulge continued through the magical opening of her throat and out the other end. Her dick was raging at this point, images of pummeling Edgarda’s throat flooding her mind as blood flowed from her brain to her cock. She had her thighs squeezed together, holding her member in place beneath her dress as it pulsed and grew to full length. Edgarda’s body gestured back to the cucumber and Florie slowly pulled it out. 

“*Puah* Tada! pretty neat, huh?” Edgarda seemed pleased with showing off her unique trick, but was met with a very distant-seeming stare. “Hey, Princess, you uh, you alright?” 
“...I n-need... to...” Florie’s lust overtook her and she spread her legs, freeing her monster cock and allowing it to fly up to its natural trajectory. The huge thing looked even bigger now that Edgarda was seeing it up close. It strained the fabric of Florie’s dress, leaving a dark spot in the cloth as its oozing pre seeped through. 

The elf lifted up her skirt, exposing the aggressive-looking slab of meat between her legs to the cool morning air. She wordlessly aimed it at Edgarda’s face, missing slightly and smearing pre all over as she pushed it against the dullahan’s cheek.

“H-hey, no need to do anything we’ll regret right? Haha, j-just haaaand me on back to my body and we can...” While trying to convince Florie not to use her face as a cock holster, Edgarda glanced over to her body hoping to see it prepared to accept its head back. What she saw was her body minding its own business, carelessly riding the horse at the head of the wagon without a hint of concern for what its head was about to endure.

“Oh I’m so fucked.”

She thought to herself that there was no way for her to get out of this as she saw the elf princess was lost to her lust. She grit her teeth as Florie began attempting to ease herself into Edgarda’s mouth. She didn’t care if there were consequences for fucking her bodyguard’s mouth until she passed out, she was going to nut. “Come on...” Edgarda kept her teeth clenched until Florie cast a tiny magical bolt of lightning from her finger to the dullahan’s forehead, not quite doing enough harm to leave lasting effects but hurting and surprising her enough to elicit a gasp.

That split second of an opening was all Florie needed as she quickly thrust half her length down into Edgarda’s mouth. 7 inches flooded her mouth, prodding her throat. Edgarda gagged and squeezed her eyes, relieved that her oral assault wouldn’t be going as deep as she feared it would. She opened her eyes to see that there were 7 more inches of veiny, throbbing meat before her, clearly eager to slide right down her throat. 

Slowly Florie shoved her head down, forcing her 14 inches into her bodyguard. With a slow, sloppy squelch she pressed her hips to Edgarda’s plump lips. The dullahan felt a tickle against her nose as she felt it pressed against the princess’s pubes, neatly trimmed to the shape of a crown. “Ffffffffuuuuuuuck...” Florie moaned as she squeezed the head tight between her thighs, thoroughly enjoying the throat spasming around her member. The dullahan’s face was contorted in an expression that portrayed her struggling to handle the elf’s cock, eyes clenching as tears streamed down her face. 

Florie put in some light, shallow thrusts, furthering the slight gags coming from Edgarda. “Hhhhhoooooohhhh... I h-haven’t felt a throatpussy this tight in ages...” The princess said between breaths. “I’m gonna go harder, bite my cock and I’ll be sure to have yours mounted on my wall.” Her strokes became more intense in length and vigor, increasing the amount of brutish elf cock being forcibly hammered in and out of the dullahan’s gullet.

Florie was using Edgarda as nothing more than a place to ram her dick, with no regard for her safety or comfort. Her pace continued to grow in vigor until she was slamming 14 inches of elf dick in and out of Edgarda’s throat in a flurry of thrusts per second. She hilted herself, pausing for a moment to enjoy the messy face of her bodyguard struggling and choking on her dick. “Y-you should be honored... to be choking on my royal dick,” she said while trying to catch her breath. 

Edgarda glared at her, and despite being thoroughly abused by the cock lodged in her throat, tried to yell something. It didn’t come through verbally as much more than chokes and groans, but to Florie it felt amazing to have the vibrations rubbing along her length. “Haaaaah, you know just how to finish a girl off, don’t you...” She pounded Edgarda’s throat several more times, until on her last thrust she held the Dullahan’s head tight against her. “T-take my royal seed!” She wimpered as she climaxed. 

Hot, thick elf jizz poured spurt after spurt, directly into Edgarda’s stomach. Florie’s nutbutter could be used to birth a member of the royal family, but instead is being dumped down the throat of a mercenary for hire. The elf’s goo continued to spill, filling Edgarda’s stomach and causing her belly to bulge, not quite enough that a stranger would notice but tight and uncomfortable for her. 

Florie slowly extracted all 14 inches out of her body guard, resting her wet, still hard prick along her detached face. “Pretty good, huh?” She said down to the barely conscious dullahan, who gurgled and grumbled in response. *THWACK THWACK* “Hey, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” The elf demanded attention, laying hefty cock slaps upon Edgarda’s cheeks to wake her. She coughed up a glob of cum, landing it squarely on Flories fat shaft. “Hey!” Florie was angered that she’d make a mess, especially since she was wasting her royal seed while doing so.

“Better plug you up so you don’t make a mess of the wagon...” Ignoring Edgarda’s protests, Florie slid her firm shaft back down her throat in order to keep her from spilling while they were still in the wagon. She rested there a while, her hard dick impaling her bodyguard casually. “You know, I was planning on letting you rest a while, but since you insisted on spilling on me, this is what you get.” Edgarda gave Florie an angry look. “By the way, not a soul will learn what took place in this wagon, or you’ll regret it.”

After a bit more time was spent with Florie feeling the passive gulps and spasms of Edgarda’s throat along her cock, she decided to give her another go. “Maybe one more time couldn’t hurt...” She said, eliciting groans of protest from the dullahan. “Oh hush, I’ll be quick.” Without another word she went back to working the dullahan’s head up and down her shaft.

...

Neither of them knew how long this went on for. Florie was blinded by her lust, and Edgarda was passing in and out of consciousness as she was carelessly impaled on the elf’s knob once again. It grew dark out, and Edgarda’s body found a nice place off the trail to set up camp. Florie spent all day throat fucking the dullahan, and the growing bump in her belly showed it.

The little elf hopped out of the wagon and removed Edgarda’s head from her crotch. She began to cough and choke out copious amounts of elf jizz, making a complete mess of the ground before her as he stomach’s contents forced their way out through her mouth.

Florie handed the dullahan’s head back to her body, finally allowing the two to reunite. “What the hell is your problem!?” She yelled.
“Me? Nothing. Shouldn’t you be setting up camp? it’s getting dark.”
“I’m not setting up a damn thing! we’re turning back and handing your royal ass back to Mr. Advisor dumbass back in Thornburke!”
“Mmmm, I don’t think you are,” the little elf said with a smug tone. 
“Just because you’re royalty doesn’t mean you’ll always get whatever you want,” Edgarda said angrily.
“Yeah well, in this case I think it does...” Florie snapped a finger, little magical sparkles slowly falling from her fingertips as evidence she had cast some sort of spell. 

Suddenly Edgarda’s pants felt... more spacious than normal. She reached for her crotch, where normally there’d be a pretty substantial bulge. Nothing. “Hey! What’d you-“ Edgarda stopped mid sentence as she saw what Florie was holding in her hand. 

The dullahan’s cock and balls, magically detached from her body, sat in the grip of the elf’s tiny hands. “Oh, I think you and I are gonna have A LOT of fun over these next few days...”

TO BE CONTINUED

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