12 Princess Dorathea

As she steps out of the auditorium, having just announced a beauty contest at Casper High, 'Dora Mattingly' is actually feeling pretty dang good about herself. The smile on her face is still somewhat forced, of course, but then, it's been that way for a long time now. Still… still, this time, Princess Dorathea is SURE that she'll succeed in her brother's task. She just needs to keep her head down and all of this under wraps so that the Phantom doesn't-

"What do you think you're doing, Dorathea?"

The draconic ghost freezes up immediately, still in her human form of course, even as she slowly turns around to take in the Phantom, floating in the air before her, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown marring his handsome features. A whimper leaves Dorathea's lips, even as she looks left and right. She didn't… she didn't think that the Phantom operated during daylight hours. And yet, here he was in the middle of the day.

"U-Um… Phantom… fancy m-meeting you here."

He lifts an eyebrow at that, and then shakes his head.

"Dora, I've given you multiple chances, haven't I? More than I give most. I think I'm all out of mercy these days. This is the third time we've met, and I'm sure that you're not doing anything better than the last two times, now are you?"

"I-I… I…"

Slowly, the Phantom drifts forward, coming closer and closer as Dorathea trembles in his presence, the blonde disguised ghost biting her lower lip in consternation and no small amount of fear. She looks past the Phantom and sees people moving back and forth in the hall… and yet, no one seems inclined to stop him. She doesn't understand why, she's currently a human, as far as they're concerned! She's Dora Mattingly, the organizer of Casper High's newest beauty contest!

S-Surely, they weren't going to just let the Phantom threaten a human in front of all of them, right? And yet, while a few did watch as the halfa moved to float right in front of her, nobody did anything. In fact, some of the human girls even looked JEALOUS! J-Just what kind of relationship did the Phantom have with Amity Park?!

"I-It's for my brother!"

Dora finally blurts out the truth, just as the Phantom is reaching for her. He pauses, processing that for a moment… and then he grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her down a floor, into the basement of the high school. Dora whimpers as she looks around, feeling unaccountably trapped.

"Your brother, huh? Tell me about him."

And so, Dora does. Does she have any other choice? The Princess goes about explaining her brother to the Phantom. Prince Aragon, who for the past sixteen hundred years, had constantly been bullying her to get her to find him a human wife. In truth, Dora had been doing her best for a long time now, she really had. Ever since her brother decided to make use of HER until she succeeded. It was just… she'd kept failing, and she figured this was her chance, but now the Phantom was here, and he was… he was going to ruin everything!

"I can deal with your brother for you."

Dora's eyes snap up at that, from where they'd gone to the ground, averting her gaze while she spoke. She looks at the Phantom then, and finds him not exactly pitying her, but looking at her with more considering eyes than before. He's no longer as angry, instead… he's almost predatory, like he's the dragon and she's nothing more than a maiden in distress for him to snatch up.

"W-What would it cost?"

Dora isn't stupid. She really isn't. Princess Dorathea knows how the world works. She knows that everything has a price. And in all fairness, the Phantom doesn't pull his punches. Leaning forward, letting the weight of his gaze bear down on her, he grins wickedly.

"Everything, of course. But, at the end of the day, your brother's Kingdom would belong to you. You can even start calling it a Queendom for all I care. You will be in charge of everything… and you will answer to only one person. Me. I can tell you this much, I'm a far cry better than your brother. I also won't need you to see to all of my needs all of the time. I've got plenty of other women to handle them."

He pauses and then cocks his head to the side, his wicked grin turning into a sardonic smile.

"Still, having a Dragon Queen at my beck and call will be exciting, so you should expect me to drop by now and then to have some fun with you, I won't lie."

Dorathea shudders under his gaze, having a pretty good idea of what that fun would look like. And yet, at the same time, he's probably right. The Phantom IS a far cry better than her brother, he showed that when he showed her mercy during their first two meetings. The Princess knew that was mostly because she wasn't truly malicious, she never had been. She'd heard rumors of what the Phantom had done to those ghosts that truly pissed him off.

Licking her lips, Dora bows her head.

"I-I accept your offer."

The pressure on her shoulders immediately redoubles and Dora gasps as her knees buckle.

"Good. Get on your knees then. I've been watching to fuck your face ever since I first laid eyes on your human disguise."

Whimpering, the blonde does as she's told, kneeling before the Phantom, even as he pulls out a cock that's much, MUCH larger than her brother's. For that alone, she briefly reconsiders her agreement, if only because at least Aragon's dick is easy to handle, compared to this beast. But it's not like she can back out now, as the Phantom grabs her by her hair and drags her down the length of his cock, forcing his member past her lips and into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, Dora. That's the stuff. Suck on my fucking cock, you horny little dragon bitch."

Blushing prettily, the disguised ghost once again does as she's told, swallowing his length without issue, deep throating his member easily, despite the mild discomfort of how it stretches on her human disguise. She's not ACTUALLY human, so of course she doesn't choke on his cock or anything silly like that. She's a ghost, and thus has no gag reflex. But at the same time, it's as if she's wearing a living skin right now over her ghost self, and that skin does feel things, it has a sense of touch and what not.

Basically, the Phantom's cock is pushing into her too small throat and stretching her human neck out around it as he distends her esophagus and forces his way into her gullet. But even as the half-ghost forces her back and forth along his member, her tongue writhing across the underside of his shaft, Dora can't help but think it's all worth it, so long as he holds up his end of the bargain. To escape her brother's tyranny after over sixteen hundred years of being trapped under his thumb… Dorathea is willing to give everything for that.

-x-X-x-

"My brother's rule is behind us, from this day forward! I now sit upon the throne… and I decree that time will move forward once more!"

There's plenty of cheering at that, but then, Dorathea isn't really surprised. The Ghost Zone is made up of a bunch of ghosts from all across the span of human history, of course. So, when it comes down to it, everyone knew that there was a bunch of quality of after-life technological advances out there for them to benefit from. But her brother, Prince Aragon, had always insisted on keeping the Kingdom in the same, dead-locked state. Leaving them in medieval times without indoor plumbing was a dick move, no matter how one looked at it.

Smiling, she basks in the praise and adulation of her new subjects, even if perhaps she hadn't pulled it off all on her own. After a moment more, she lifts her hands and brings them down, quieting the people below.

"Thank you, thank you. Now please, go about your lives. You do not need to live in fear of my brother ever again."

There's more cheering at that, but Dora is already turning around and walking back into her castle from the balcony she'd been stood upon. Stepping into her brother's throne room, or perhaps better put, his FORMER throne room, Dora bites her lower lip as she takes in the man sitting upon Aragon's throne. The Phantom grins at her and gestures to his cock, thick and erect, currently standing up straight and waiting for her.

"My dear Princess… are you ready to take your seat?"

Blushing deeply, Dora ducks her head, but nods all the same as she moves towards the throne and the devil, she'd made her bed with. The Phantom had removed her brother from power for her and given her an entire Kingdom. It was a small price to pay, to give him her body in return. Breath hitching, the blonde draconic ghost turns away from the Phantom and the throne, reaching down and gathering her dress up, pulling it and hiking it over her hips. Then she climbs backwards, into his lap. His hands take hold of her hips, and he helps her up onto his cock, her new perch.

Dora's breath hitches as the thick head of his member presses against her nethers. For a moment, she hangs in the air above him… and then he slams her down onto his shaft, filling her to the brim with his length. Dorathea's mouth opens, but nothing comes out for a time as she screams in silence, eyes wide as saucers. He was… so deep. She hadn't been expecting it, to be honest. Never before had the ghostly dragon princess experienced such a thing, never before had she had someone so DEEP inside of her.

As Dorathea is still trying to adjust, the Phantom is in no mood to wait for her. He grips her hips tightly… and then bounces the Princess on his cock, just as he thrusts up into her at the same time. She's never been happier to be alone with a man in her brother's throne room before, because in that moment, Dorathea squeals like a stuck pig, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as pleasure EXPLODES in her mind.

The ghostly dragon princess is subsequently fucked from below like she'd never been fucked before, the half-ghost taking her for a ride… or more accurately, making her ride him as he bounces her on his lap again and again and again. Eventually, once Dora has taken hold of the arms of the throne and is fucking HERSELF on the Phantom's cock with a wild abandon, he slides his hands up from her hips and pulls down the front of her dress.

Dora is too far gone to care though, save for moaning wantonly and thoroughly enjoying how it feels to have him groping and squeezing her exposed breasts with both hands, molesting and kneading and mauling her titflesh to no end. That, combined with the feel of his cock pulsating and throbbing within her, sends Dora over the edge into an explosive orgasm. And then another. And another.

By the time the Phantom fills her with his seed, pumping a thick load of cum deep inside of her womb, Princess Dorathea is pretty out of it. Her eyes are permanently rolled back in her head, even as he pulls her off his cock and sets her down on the throne after standing up and vacating it. She knows, distantly, that she looks pretty silly at this point, her limbs splayed across the throne, her face largely insensate, her dress ruined and cum dripping from between her thighs.

But she can't bring herself to care. She cares a lot more about the kiss the Phantom plants on her lips, before pulling away one last time. She manages to focus on his face as he grins down at her, drinking in his words.

"I'll be back soon to check up on you, my dear. Good luck running your new Kingdom."

And then he leaves, just like that. And despite everything, Dorathea finds herself wondering just when he'll be back next. She can already hardly wait.

-x-X-x-

If you'd like to read more of my work not seen on this website, check out Hentai-Foundry.com and QuestionableQuesting.com! I'm known as 'Cambrian' on those websites.

If you'd like to contribute to funding my writing at all, check me out on P atreon.com/Cambrian

Thanks for reading!