The Knight and the Hungry Princess (Part 1)

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The knight was brought in before the King Decarte. He was convicted of murder—slaying a fellow knight, no less. The convicted man insisted it was for a good reason, that there was an explanation—but that was what they all said, wasn’t it?

Carl gulped as he was led in chains to the king. The knight had tried to explain what had really happened to the guards, but nobody listened. And now, he was probably being led to his death.

But the sentence actually surprised him.

“You are to go on a quest to find my daughter, Princess Farona,” King Decarte ordered him. The tiger king snapped his fingers, and a map was produced and handed to Carl immediately. Another snap, and a painting of his daughter was placed in Carl’s hands: an anthro boar, with a silver crown upon her head. “She is in a tower to the north, trapped within. Find her.”

Carl bowed low. “Thank you for your mercy, your majesty, I am—

“I assure you, no one has ever returned from this mission,” the king said. “But if you do, you will be set free.”

And so, the knight was given a horse (the worst of the litter) and armor (the rustiest set), and was sent off on his mission. Though the man was tempted to escape, he knew doing so would make him wanted in all the kingdom—no, Carl was honorable, and decided to fulfil the quest.

It took a few days of searching and checking the king’s map, but he did find the tower. It was a winding thing, placed far into the wilderness, away from all civilization. Carl left his horse outside, and cautiously opened the tower door.

Inside was a large, luscious bedroom, fit for a princess. When the knight entered, a figure stood up from the enormous bed, and turned around. She was wearing a beautiful dress, and though she had no crown, Carl had no doubt: this was Princess Farona.

“About time, Dad,” the boar grunted, standing from her bed. “I’ve been hungry for /days/.”

“Princess, I am here to—” Carl stopped in confusion. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘hungry’?”

“I mean,” Princess Farona smirked, walking up to the knight and tracing a finger down his armor, “that you’re my new meal, sweetheart.” She smiled, and revealed sharp, deadly teeth behind her snout. “So bow to me.”

The knight thought for a moment. Perhaps she just wanted sex? But if she was really going to eat him . . . 

No, that would be absurd.

“Very well,” Carl said, bowing to the princess. “I am your servant.”

The boar grinned. Now it was time to test his intentions. “Good, fair knight. Now take off your armor.”

He obeyed.  Princess Farona watched Carl strip off his armor, piece by piece. First the helmet and gorget came off, revealing pale locks and a scruffy beard. Then came the shoulder pieces and chestplate, showing off a scrawny, tough body—good, she liked lean meat—guarded by chainmail. Finally, the leggings and footwear were removed, and the princess glanced down at the knight’s well-sized member—that would be a nice treat, if there was time. Carl ended by removing his gauntlets, sending them clattering to the floor.

“Very good,” Princess Farona said, smiling at her prey. “You’re quite an obedient knight—are you always like this?”

Carl blushed. “I-I do tend to be rather submissive, m’lady,” he admitted. “The other knights don’t look at it very positively.”

The boar smiled. “Don’t worry.” She walked up to him, and gently started removing the man’s chainmail. “That will serve you well in here. Now, I want to see you.” The chainmail clattered to the floor. All that was left was his cloth garments. “All of you.”

The knight nodded. Then, he slowly removed the final layer of clothing.

First his shirt came off, fully revealing his lean, muscled chest, sprinkled with brown hairs. Carl took a deep breath as he put his hands on his waist, but then he pulled down his pants.

Princess Farona smiled as his thin legs came into view—along with a beautifully small penis that was, to her amusement, already getting hard. She raised one eyebrow and looked up at the knight.

Carl blushed. “W-When you order me around, it turns me on,” he admitted. “I’m sorry, princess, I don’t—”

“No apologies,” Princess Farona commanded. “I very much like ordering people around, and you like it too. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Carl looked up at her with a relieved smile. “Really?”

Princess Farona nodded. “Now,” she said, licking her lips, “Let’s have some fun.”

She put one arm around his waist and led him to the bed.  The boar sat down, and when Carl started to sit, she stopped him. “Kneel before of me,” the princess ordered.

The man obeyed, and went on his knees, sitting on the floor between her legs. Farona smirked, and lifted up her dress to reveal a large cock, already hard, between her legs.

“Suck.”

Carl smiled. “As you command, princess,” he said sultrily.

The man wrapped his hand around the boar’s large member. Then he slowly leaned forward, building up anticipation as he came in for the blowjob. When he reached it, the knight opened his mouth, and brought the tip of Farona’s penis into his mouth. She let out a pleasured sound at the touch, so the man continued, bringing more of her member into him, bit by bit, until it was halfway inside, tickling his throat.

“Oh gods,” Princess Farona panted. “You are /good/ at this.”

Carl felt pride run through him, and he began to suck her cock.

Farona moaned at he pulled at and licked her penis—the knight was better at giving blowjobs than she’d anticipated, which was always a lovely surprise. But she wanted to give him some pleasure, too. So she reached down with one foot, and prodded it against his penis.

Carl was surprised by the small, lovely pokes at his penis. And when the princess started giving him a foot job, it brought the man over the edge. He sucked harder, and brought one hand up to stroke Farona’s balls.

Farona cried out at the touch. She was more turned on than she had been in her life. Any minute she was going to—

Carl mentally screamed as her toes stroked his member. Any second he would—

Both princess and knight orgasmed at the same time: Farona shot a stream of cum down Carl’s throat, and Carl shot a stream of cum that landed on the floor next to the bed. Carl released her penis, and Farona removed her foot. Both looked at each other, smiling, panting from all the action, and Carl stood up and collapsed on the bed. Farona went next to him.

“Gods, I want to eat you now,” the boar said, still breathing hard.

“You mentioned that before,” Carl noted. “I thought you meant . . . sex?”

Princess Farona shook her head. “No, I mean /actually/ eat you.” She poked at her stomach.

Carl looked down at it, then up at the princess’s hungry face. His high was starting to come down. “Oh,” he squeaked. The knight gulped. “So, you want to . . . use me as food, then?”

“I do,” Farona admitted. She sighed. “Tell me, why were you convicted?”

Carl’s eyes widened. “How did you know I was—”

“Because my father only sends criminals,” the princess interrupted. “When he found out about my . . . gift . . . we both agreed that I would only devour those who deserved it.” She turned to the knight, her eyes piercing into his. “So, tell me. Why were you convicted?”

Carl sighed. “I . . . killed another knight,” he admitted, the words dropping heavily from his mouth. “I walked in on my Captain raping one of the bandits we had captured—I tried to get him to stop. Our swords came to blows, and I killed him.”

“And the bandit?” Princess Farona asked.

“Ran away the second she saw an opening,” the knight said. “By the time Captain Dirk was dead, she was long gone.”

Farona nodded. “Strangely enough, I believe you,” she said. “I have a good sense for these things, and I /do/ think you’re telling the truth.”

Carl let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

“And I must admit, you’re not like the others who’ve been sent here,” the princess said. “They were hardened against all law and order, but you still have a good soul. And your submission is a perfect match for my dominance. . .”

Her eyes lit up with an idea. She turned to Carl. “I know what we can do.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Listen, I still want someone to fill up my stomach. But I’m able to control things in there, and not digest my prey.” She patted her belly. “If you get inside, I can convince my father that you’re dead. Then once he’s gone, I’ll let you go, and you’ll be free.”

Carl hesitated. “I don’t know. . .”

“He’ll chase you down if he thinks you’re alive,” the boar said. “I want to help you get your freedom. Please. Do you trust me?”

The human swallowed hard. He looked in the princess’s eyes, and found them to be clear with purpose, with no deceit in sight. Perhaps he could trust her to eat him . . . even if the thought made him shiver.

“Alright,” Carl said slowly. “I do think you want to help me. So I’ll let you . . . /eat/ me.”

Princess Farona grinned. “Thank you. I think you’ll even enjoy it.”

The knight gulped. How could he possibly enjoy such a thing?

“How do you want to go in?” the boar asked. “Head-first, or feet-first?”

Carl thought for a moment. “Feet-first,” he finally decided. “I want to see what happens.”

The princess nodded. “Alright. Then let your feet hang off the edge of the bed.”

The knight did so, moving up and letting his ankles sit on the edge, his feet hanging off in the open air. Farona stood up and walked over to his feet, then knelt in front of them. After a moment, she began to devour the knight.

It started with a series of slow licks. She ran her tongue up and down the bridge of the foot, making Carl giggle. “Mmm,” the princess muttered, licking her lips. “Gods, do you taste good.”

“Uh . . . thanks?”

Carl watched as the boar opened her mouth wide—extremely wide, wider than any being he’d ever seen. Then her drooling maw descended onto his feet, and clamped down.

It was a bizarre feeling, having his feet inside somebody’s mouth. The wet, breathing cavern panted around his feet for what felt like a few minutes; then, the princess’s tongue dove in, licking each foot carefully, not missing even one spot. He was being fully tasted, Carl realized. To his surprise, he wasn’t scared by this—he was actually quite turned on by it all. But why?

/Gulp./

The princess swallowed Carl’s feet, and sent them from her mouth to her throat: he went from a breathing cavern to one that was almost completely still, save the tugging motions from the tight walls. His heels were making a visible bulge in Farona’s neck, marking his place in the food chain.

/Glk./

Carl watched in amazement as his knees were taken in, sucked inside the princess’s waiting maw. All of him was lapped up and tasted, and the princess let out a loud, “Mmmm! Delicious!” around his legs, making the knight blush in embarrassment and, he admitted, pride. Then a swallow pushed him further forward, and sent his legs inside the hungry boar.

He felt his toes pressing up against some kind of barrier, and his heart pounded as he realized what it was: the entrance to her stomach, the last defense between him and her hungry belly. The thought of it made the knight rock hard, and he blushed as new feelings flooded his mind: delight at being eaten, eagerness to see the stomach, impatience to get there. Gods, why was he being like this?

/Gulk./

Another gulp brought his hips and hard cock into the princess’s mouth, and pushed his toes past the barrier and into the belly. It growled loudly as the food began to enter, bringing a shiver that went up Carl’s spine. But at the same time, it was a major turn-on for the knight—and Farona could see he needed satisfaction.

The princess smirked and, using her tongue, gently prodded the dick in her mouth, testing for a reaction. The knight gasped in response—good. She could play with him a bit longer.

She began to lick his dick, running her tongue up and down his hard penis. Carl moaned as the princess pleasured him, barely able to contain himself. After a few minutes of tender licks, the man came, spraying cum into Farona’s mouth. The princess swallowed it, and Carl’s hips, down, smirking as she did so.

The knight panted from all the action, but tried to keep his eyes on the princess’s maw, watching as she devoured him. Now his legs were entirely inside her stomach, and were forced to bend in the small space—it was going to get cramped in there.

/Slurp./

Farona swallowed Carl’s own belly, her tongue lapping at his belly button as it went down. He was almost inside her now; just a few more swallows and—

/Guuuk./

She sucked in his chest. Now only his neck and head were outside of her, and most of the knight rested in her persistent, growling stomach.  Carl could feel that the parts of him already inside the belly had nearly filled it up: how much would the princess’s stomach extend when he was in there? And why did the thought of being a big meal make him proud?

Princess Farona looked down at her meat. Then she reached out with one hand, and gently petted Carl’s hair, as if saying thanks. The knight sighed at the touch. He had never been petted before, but it was a pleasant sensation.

Then the boar used that hand to push Carl inside of her mouth—and there he was, her head resting on her tongue, his eyes forced to watch as her maw descended onto him. He didn’t realize how tight everything was until now; being in her was almost claustrophobic. But there was something comforting in the small space, something wonderful about being contained by her.

The princess licked up his head, running her tongue on his face, his ears, his neck, his hair. Then she stopped, and Carl knew what was about to come.

/GULP./

In one large swallow, the knight was sucked into a tight, cramped throat, one that squeezed around his head as if threatening to break it. It sent him steadily down Farona’s esophagus, not stopping until they had reached its destination: the stomach.

Carl was emptied into the belly, bulging it outward as the last piece of him entered it. Farona’s gut was cramped, but somehow relaxing, with the various sounds emulating from it: gurgles and grunts danced in the knights ears, filling his senses as he lay in the belly.

“Gods, you were delicious, Carl,” he heard the princess say. “We have to do this again sometime. Now you just hang in there; I’m sure my father will be here soon.”

As the knight curled up in the belly, he realized why he was so turned on by all this. Being eaten was the ultimate act of submission, wasn’t it? And here he was, performing it, hoping he would still be alive when it was all over. He was just food in the princess’s stomach—a royal banquet waiting to be digested. And he had to have faith that he wouldn’t be.

The knight hugged his knees to his chest, listening as the stomach grunted and growled around him. It was actually quite soothing in here, really. And he was very tired. . .

Carl leaned against Princess Farona’s stomach walls, and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, the knight was fast asleep.