I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 21

My life was a privileged one, in more ways than one.

When it came down to the moment, I never considered, even for a moment, whether I was ready to lay it down for the sake of my country. I am Noire, Princess of Trom, daughter of King Duvan Trom the Third, however many names he has taken in life, he will always be Father to me.

I was born to luxury, I was raised with care and attention. Never have I lacked for anything, never have I wanted for anything, never have I been exposed to the cruel reality of necessity and desperation.

Some would wonder, then, how I came to be the way I am.

If I were to tell you, I'd have to admit, I don't even know myself. I've never questioned it. I just... am what I am.

Call me however you wish. Call me a harlot, a whore, a slut, I am all of those things and so much more.

I've been on my knees for countless men, I've let dozens have their way with my body, I've bought their loyalty, their effort, their dedication, their devotion, with my mouth, my tongue, my lips, my cheeks, my very face, even my hair... as the people of Trom witnessed their beautiful Princess wave to them in a parade, few among the spectators would imagine that their symbol of purity and beauty was such a lowly person as to sell her body for the smallest advantage.

Fewer would imagine that she'd be proud of it.

Indeed! I am proud! I've achieved much! In my life, with my own hands, with my wits and the strength of my will, I've reached farther than any thought I ever could. Even those who knew that my innocent and foolish princess act was just a façade, not even they understood truly how much I had achieved.

Not even the people in my own organization knew, how deep it all went. Maybe not even I knew, truly and completely, just how much we'd done in so little.

"Is everything ready?" I asked Sister Amalia, as Yvette put the finishing touches on my hair. Jeannette, meanwhile, was working on my toenails, painting them with care and attention.

"As ready as it could be," Amalia said. "Are you sure you want to do this? There... we can find another way. If you do this, Princess Noire, there's no turning back. Everything will be exposed. There may be questions about how... how it all came to light. Are you ready for this? Your father may even-"

I shook my head, and raised my hand, stopping her right then and there. "If there is any certainty in my mind right now, is that no matter what happens, no matter the outcome of this situation, no matter what gets revealed and released when we make our move... That is one thing that I'll never fear."

Amalia tilted her head. "Which is?"

"Even if nobody else does," I said, smiling, "my father will still have my back..." I said, allowing myself a smile. 

"We're done, your highness," Yvette informed me, as both of my exclusive servants and confidants stood up. They were almost nude, prepared for what we were about to do, wearing only sheer white bolts of cloth wrapped around their bodies, covering but not hiding their chests and vaginas. They were beautiful.

My handmaiden, Jeannette. Tall, dark and handsome, so to speak. Her hair was pulled into a tight braid, in preparation for the festivities, darker than the night. Her skin was of a deep dark color, smooth and perfect. Her muscles had grown, she was svelte before, but all of the activity she was engaging in as part of my entourage had turned her into an athlete on top of everything else. Her trained body had even resulted in her gaining the appropriate skill.

She was accompanying me now. I'd made it clear, she didn't have to, if she didn't want to.

"We're excited to join you, your highness," Jeannette said.

Yeah... 

I turned back to Yvette. Her skin was the olive tone of the Nileian people, in the southern continent. She was athletic but not to the extent of Jeannette, as she spent more of her time attending to my needs in person, rather than being sent on errands or even occasionally joining me in training, as Jeannette did, but she didn't neglect her body. Her brown hair, too, was pulled into a tight braid.

She gave me a smile and a nod.

"What about you, Amalia?" I asked, turning to the Sister, who was by now a distant cry from the image of a nun. She wore her habit, but under that, she had exchanged the thick and heavy dress, robes and apron for a one piece, skin tight oiled leotard, which left the entirety of her legs bare. All of her hair was hidden, and she had applied makeup to her face to give herself a slightly darker skin tone and slightly bigger eyes.

"This is just the day of the sun for me, Princess," she said, a mirthful smile on her face. "I suppose there may be a few more than the usual, but there's only so many I can deal with at a time anyway."

"That's the spirit," I chuckled. 

I stood up from the makeup chair and allowed the two maids to finish me off. The clothes I was to wear were not super complicated... I'd be wearing white, much like Yvette and Jeannette. A white thong, a white top, a sheer white loincloth, one of the tiaras I wore when I was in official business...

Everything was ready.

I stepped first, they fell in line behind me, and together, we left the preparation room, and traveled down a hallway. By now, we'd massively expanded the network of tunnels under the city... A lot of it had adapted the sewers into our hideout... but I remembered it like the back of my hand still.

The largest room, which was a reunion, party and training room, was perhaps the only place to hold what was to be the largest initiation we'd ever had.

This was getting close to the end. I'd sent my people to gather as many people as possible. We made sure that every one of the people we found was agreeable to our goals, and then, I found the ones which could be turned to our side relatively easily. We'd need people. We'd need numbers. More importantly, we'd need turncoats. The corrupt nobility was plentiful and entrenched, and more importantly, they were about to enact their plans.

There was little time.

I opened the large doors that lead into the largest meeting room. Within, a hundred and fifty men awaited. Today's batch. I moved to the raised stage that dominated one of the walls of the room, and stepped onto it. The room had excellent acoustics, and the murmurs and chatter quieted down as I stepped up onto the stage.

"Friends, brothers, today you've come to join me in preserving the health and safety not just of our country, but of our friends, our families, and our very selves," I spoke, raising my hands. "But I will not ask that you risk your livelihood, the life and times you have known," I continued, "no, I will show you that you've cast your lot with the right person. I will show you that unlike those who would use, abuse and discard you," I spoke, raising a hand to my nearly naked chest, reminding everyone of the fact that I was quite gifted, sticking it out and making them bounce. "I will respect you, I will appreciate you, and I will give you something that all of you have only dreamed of until today," I said, gesturing to the ladies behind me. "And these ladies will be assisting me and you, for tonight."

There were cheers as I gave my short, but effective, speech. They all knew what they'd come here for. They understood, on a certain level, that this was a special thing, but it didn't matter.

Because they were willing to give a lot... for a chance at it. My people... It was hard to know if they truly did love me, but they sure as hell lusted after me.

"So tonight, cast away the weight of expectation, cast away your doubts and your hesitation. Each of you has been handed a slip with a number and an image," I said. Trom's level of literacy was not perfectly where I wanted it, but even those who were illiterate and incapable of higher arithmetic were capable of at least reading numbers. We even made it easier, the hundred and fifty for this batch had a number from one to eight, and an image beside it. "When the image is called, come to the front, and get up on the stage!" 

More cheers.

I gestured at Amalia, who called for the first set. She had a set of lungs, I'll tell you that much! "FIRST! THOSE OF YOU HOLDING THE FISH SLIPS, COME DOWN TO THE FRONT!"

Eight people headed from around the multitude towards the stage, and within moments, eight men of rather bland appearance and nondescript looks joined us on stage.

"Now, numbers seven and eight, join Yvette," I said, "five and six, you are with Jeannette," I added, "three and four, Amalia will handle you," I said.

As I said, I gestured to each of the women in turn, the two maids discarding their little covers, and allowing the incredible beauty of their bodies to speak for itself. 

Each of the women got down on their knees, legs spread, ensuring that their crotches could be seen by the gathered crowd. Stadium seating, like a colisseum, improvised with boxes and metal supports! I could even see many in the crowd, pulling their dicks out. Already, I was more than a bit turned on.

In my heart of hearts, I know myself to be a slut of a princess.

"Finally, one and two, you two are with me," I said. The final two were the blandest of the lot, almost identical. If you told me this was the bestiary entry for "Villager", I'd believe you. Maybe serf or peasant would work as well. But still, it didn't matter, because they got the message fairly quickly.

I took the same position as the other three, and we were in a line. The men got on each side of us, and all of them getting the idea, they dropped their pants. This was, of course, also about putting on a show.

We took the mens' cocks into our hands, and we began.

Jeannette could be quite intimidating to men, with her height and muscles, but her body was entirely too sexy for the men beside her to get anything but massively turned on. Indeed, they were both hard as rocks, as she squeezed them tightly and then stroked them hard, regaling them with a confident and smug smirk as she did. I couldn't hear what she said, but the men turned flushed and leaned into her strokes, as she laid kisses on their tips alternatively.

Yvette was softer, but no less of an exotic beauty for the majority uniform ethnicities of Trom. She had taken both men closer to her, and was alternating blowing one of them while stroking the other, sucking the left cock into her mouth while stroking the right, and sucking the right while stroking the left. Whichever cock she was sucking, she would tease their balls, and she never stopped moving, not even for a moment, as she alternated.

Amalia was showing experience and a natural talent for this that nobody would've expected from a formerly chaste nun, pulling on the cocks of both men to bring them so close the tips of their dicks came into contact with one another, at exactly the right height for her to stick her tongue out and lavish both of the purplish red heads with attention and saliva, polishing their knobs with zeal and dedication, even as she stroked their shafts, ultimately popping both cocks into her mouth, still making sure to put on a show for the audience as she did so, legs fully spread.

And as for me?

Well, I know what my people want of me. With the most impressive set of tits in the room, maybe in the whole of the kingdom, it was natural that they'd want to play with them, and I helped them do so, guiding the two large cocks towards my tits, using the tips to tease my own nipples, and then smiling at them as they fucked my tits the best they could. 

After a few moments, I became more aroused than I could control, and with some effort, turned my chest so I could take one of the men into the valley between my breasts, while the other I guided into my mouth, and as one of them fucked my face, the other fucked my chest, the two men grabbing onto me and desperately thrusting their hips, showering me with desperate lust.

I might even have been having more fun than they were, it just felt so good to be so desired by them, to have them rub themselves on me, desperate to mark me with their thick, hot, sticky semen..!

Alas, nothing good lasts forever, the cock between my breasts was the first to pop of the night, spraying warm semen all over my chest, while the other wasn't long after, pulling out of my mouth to add his own contribution to the glazing I'd just been given.

I spied the others, Amalia had her mouth wide open, and was milking the two cocks that were spewing their spunk right into her mouth, with a face of degenerate happiness that I almost envied.

Yvette had presented her face with an almost impish smile, and the two men were furiously stroking themselves as they came all over her, while her hands, I spied, were under their legs, maybe even touching a rather intimate spot.

Jeannette was laying back, presenting the whole of her body, the stark contrast of the white semen on her dark skin presenting an incredible image as the two men were spewing their semen all over her abs, her small chest or her face.

"Alright, Fish Slips, take a break, drink a cup of water," I said, clapping my hands. "Make sure you get some rest and don't fap too much, if you can still get it up later, we'll have more rounds!"

Swallowing the last remnants of semen, Amalia staggered to the front. "Spider Slips, up front!"

The fish slips moved, and the spiders came to the stage, and once again, I prepared to put on a show. My hands, my breasts, my mouth, my cunt, my asshole, every part of me... it was open season tonight.

I'll get every man here to become my man, each of them to devote their loyalty to me, bought by these sensual and erotic gestures...

I would save my country, even if it meant I was to become the most shameful royal in its history.