Pixie Isobella

Summer is a princess… But she craves wickedness and depravity. When she impulsively agrees to marriage with an older, respectable king, she doesn’t realise the path of depravity and enslavement she is set upon. For lovers of one of my first stories, Sunshine and the Dragon King, read on to start Summer’s story from the beginning.

Have you read my other fantasy story, Serafina’s Gift?

When she receives a mysterious sex toy in the mail, Serafina is too excited to ask questions about who sent it… and why. But her gift bears a supernatural curse – and Serafina can’t stop herself from succumbing to its addictive pleasure. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her…

Read the full novel at All These Roadworks or Smashwords!

Summer’s Engagement: 1

[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters and object insertion. All characters are over 18.]

When Summer accepted King David’s proposal of marriage, she did not know the depravity and enslavement that would become her inevitable destiny.

For Summer, saying yes to King David was a way to escape the tedium at Ashley Castle where she had always lived. It was also a chance to demonstrate to her disapproving parents, King Ranulf and Queen Liza, that they should start being proud of her, the prodigal daughter.

Summer regretted saying ‘yes’ almost immediately but she was too proud to draw back.

In the following days, she consoled herself with the supposed advantages of marriage. At least King David was handsome. He was also staid, unexciting and reputed to be an honest, just and faithful ruler.

The trouble was that Summer craved excitement and frivolity, and though she couldn’t admit this openly at Ashley Court, wickedness and depravity.

‘I can’t believe you’re really going through with it!’ wailed Conrad, one of the young men in court who admired her.

It had just been announced that Summer would leave for King David’s kingdom on the following day to spend a long betrothal in his castle.

Hearing the news, Conrad had flung himself into her chambers and planted himself at her feet, lavishing the palm of her hand with kisses and making wild suggestions that they should run away together. Eventually, Summer had grown bored of his megrims and withdrawn her hand from his hot clasp.

As if she would run off with Conrad! He was the nearly penniless son of a minor court lord who served her father! She would be almost as bored as she was here at Ashley.

She needed something new, something exciting. But she couldn’t see any way to get it.

When Summer had come to adulthood, a couple of years earlier, she had secretly started playing with a group of similarly aged young men from in the court, experimenting with sexual pleasure. Summer’s richly developed woman’s body had become the young men’s plaything, a canvas for their growing desires.

In their free time, once chores, studies or social visits were complete for the week, the young men would lead Summer blindfolded to quiet, secluded spaces in the woods. The young men would sit in a circle rolling dice for Summer, while she sat in the centre, always blindfolded and forbidden from speaking.

The winner of the dice game would always win the right to claim Summer. That man would choose the order in which the other men could play with their willing toy. The winner would hold her against him by her hair or her arms, while the others unlaced her dress to bare her breasts and ogle and play with them.

Summer sighed internally at the memories. Oh, how wicked it had felt, sneaking off to the woods to let the young men touch her! And now she was bored and wanted more than poor Conrad’s sighs and kisses.

When they had first started playing, just exposing her breasts had felt so wicked. The young men would greedily untie the laces of her dress and pull her breasts out, gasping to see her forbidden flesh in the open air.

Summer loved this game and would let them do pretty much whatever they wanted to her breasts. At first, they just stroked and squeezed the soft globes but they learned to tug, pinch and twist her nipples, to suck on them and bite, while Summer lay passively back, her eyes bound, obediently not speaking, and becoming more and more aroused at being their toy.

It had not ended there, of course.

Inevitably, after a few months at this game, becoming intrigued by Summer’s writhing and moaning, one of the bolder young men slid a curious hand underneath her skirt, up her calf, along her inner thighs. She had trembled to feel his invading hand but had not stopped him.

She had shuddered as he triumphantly found her slick pussy, shocked herself to feel his fingers against her wetness.

Of course, he had quickly, enthusiastically probed deeper. Summer had shuddered and moaned in intense need the first time she felt those excited fingers pushing greedily inside her.

The man had pushed first one eager finger then two, then three directly into her, overwhelmed at the sensation of being able to penetrate this slippery hole. The other waiting men pushed her skirts up, pulling her knees apart greedily and watched avidly at their friend’s fingers fucking into Summer’s cunt.

Summer had felt herself shocked to felt her body so exposed but she had been enjoying the sensations of the man’s fingers inside her so much that she did not resist.

The nature of the game had changed rapidly after that, with the men taking turns to play with her breasts and to ruthlessly push her knees apart to investigate and probe her wet, excited vagina. Usually, two or even three of the men would play with her at the same time, as they expertly bound her skirts up around her waist, leaving her pussy naked and available.

They had never asked Summer what she wanted. She was their toy, held immobile for them to play and experiment with.

They were fascinated with her cunt. It quickly became a game for the young men to find out what items they could push into her. During the week, each man would seek out new items to push into her wet hole, making a competition out of it. They loved items that could measure how deep her hole was and would probe firmly and make careful recordings in a secret book.

Their favourite items were the larger ones that they made use of to see how wide apart they could stretch her intriguing entrance. They loved experimenting with how the noises she made would change depending on whether the item was short or long, narrow or thick, lumpy or smooth or ridged.

The men brought leather-clad sword handles, vessels from the kitchen, pieces of sculpture, tools of science, even oddly shaped stones and smoothly lacquered pieces of wood. They would gather as a group around her reclined, bound body, two men holding her legs firmly spread open, while the finder of the item in question would kneel between her knees, spread apart her labia, hold the item against her wet hole, and push steadily, unrelentingly until it slipped inside.

Summer was always a little afraid when she saw the items the young men found. How could that even fit? Wouldn’t it hurt?

Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.

Chapter 2 of Summer’s Engagement is here.