The castle halls echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin as Cinderella rode the prince's cock like she owned the throne itself. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her blue gown hiked up around her waist, the fabric torn from her earlier frenzy. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard and pink, and she ground down harder, taking every thick inch until her clit rubbed against his pelvis.
The prince gripped her hips, fingers digging bruises into soft flesh. "That's it, princess. Take it all. You're dripping all over me." His voice was low and filthy, no trace of the polite ballroom hero. He thrust up to meet her, balls slapping against her ass with every drive. Cinderella moaned loud enough to wake the mice, head thrown back, golden hair wild. She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles while she bounced.
"Harder," she demanded, voice cracking. "Make me come on this royal dick." He flipped her onto her back on the velvet chaise without pulling out, pinning her wrists above her head. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back as he pounded her cunt raw. The wet sounds filled the room—slick, obscene, constant.
Cinderella's walls clenched tight. "I'm gonna—fuck—I'm coming." Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy pulsing around him, juices soaking his shaft and dripping down to his balls.
He didn't stop, fucking her through it until she was shaking and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind.
"Look at this greedy hole," he growled, spreading her cheeks to watch his cock disappear. "Soaking wet for me." One hand reached around to pinch her clit again while the other fisted her hair, yanking her head back. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, begging for more. "Come in me," she panted. "Fill your princess up."
He lasted only a few more strokes before burying deep and unloading, hot spurts flooding her. They collapsed together, still joined, sweat-slick and breathing hard. But the night was young in the kingdom.
Later, in the garden under moonlight, she found the beast—now fully human but still carrying that primal hunger. He bent her over a marble fountain, ripped her remaining clothes aside, and licked her from behind, tongue lapping at the mess the prince left inside her. "Tastes like sin," he rumbled, then drove his thick cock into her used cunt. Cinderella cried out, gripping the stone as he fucked her with animal force, water splashing around them. She came twice more before he pulled out and painted her ass with his load.
By dawn she was in the enchanted tower, legs spread for the captain of the guard. He fucked her mouth first, hands guiding her head while she gagged and drooled down his shaft. Then he bent her over the windowsill and took her ass, slow and deep until she begged for it harder. The kingdom slept, unaware their beloved princess spent the night collecting every forbidden cock she could find.
Cinderella smiled through the afterglow, already planning the next midnight rendezvous. In this castle, the glass slipper wasn't the only thing that fit perfectly.
