Gold Princess

It had been six months since you and the rest of your party set out to save the princess, and two week since you first found yourself in this hell.
Slay the dragon, rescue the princess, get loads of reward money, just like all the stories, simple right?
Well, turns out this dragon didn't just want a princess, he wanted a solid gold princess statue.
And how did he go about making one? By turning a real princess into a solid gold "statue".
How were you supposed to know she could still see and hear everything? You were joking when you suggested melting her down and selling her. Well, mostly.
You're not even sure if she could be melted down, her highness is now some sort of gold elemental apparently and can slip from solid to liquid with a thought, the lazy dragon just kept her under a stasis spell or something, you don't really know, it's magic. Seems like just turning her into a statue would be easier. And probably would leave you with less of a headache. Regardless, the moment she was unfroze she was pissed, you ogling the "statue" probably didn't help. Her realizing mid way through your tongue lashing you were staring at her bare chest certainly didn't.

A bit ironic now you think, how she seems to enjoy showing off now. It's not like you had much for her to wear, a makeshift skirt would have been easy to make, but you all lacked anything that could have covered her ample chest, (Much to the sorceress's annoyance). Though a few days of accidentally tearing just about anything she tries on with her newly enhanced strength, and one unintentional transmutation of a makeshift skirt to gold and it's prompt absorption led to her deciding to go sky-clad out of practicality if nothing else.

And that's how you ended up in this hell. How you wish it stayed out of practicality, you know she's gotten good enough control over her form to shapeshift the appearance of clothes. But no, she enjoys the attention, or rather she enjoys the excuse to punish your attention.

That waist length golden hair, that beautiful positively radiant face, those long, firm legs leading up to that shapely, plump ass she's currently swaying from side to side as she's digging around one of the camp's storage boxes not 6 feet away from you. Gods damn that woman, getting smacked by a solid gold fist HURTS. She always does this, setting you up, giving you a show and then getting pissed when she catches you starring. And she's always near you, she doesn't need to sleep, she doesn't need to eat, and she's made it her mission to blueball you without a moment's rest on this whole journey.

You've thought about it, you really have, but she's the princess, and you just don't do shit like that. Not to mention you've seen what she can do to a bear, you DON'T want to give her a reason to be actually pissed at you.

....Fuck it, just fuck it, she's busy now, this may be your only chance. As quietly as you can you sneak off for a bit, before setting off into a sprint in search of privacy once you doubt you'll be heard. Behind a tree isn't the best place to do this but you are a desperate man at this point as you loosen your belt buckle and begin to jerk off.

Your blood runs cold as you feel two strong yet deceptively thin arms snake across your chest as you feel her's press into your back. A melodious voice whispers in your ear as she pulls you into her chest, "Now what would daddy think..." she begins as one hand glides down to meet yours, "if he learned this disgusting little knave was pleasuring himself to his little girl?" she continues as her smooth, warm finger intertwining with yours as her iron grip forces you to keep going. "I can't imagine he'll be happy when he sees what's happened to me," she coos as her hand guides yours, faster and faster as she brings you to your limit, "and if I were to tell him the same scoundrel that suggested to melt me down now pleasures himself to the thought of me...",  she trails off as you begin to feel yourself reach the edge. But before you can cum you feel her clamp down with a firm grip, "That assumes of course, I would allow it" she finishes with an amused tone to her voice, as she holds on until your dick gives up it's futile attempts to cum.

You feel her body begin to flow, stretching her waist, half coiling around to bring her face inches from your, "I will NOT have the thought of myself sullied like that", she rebukes as she pulls her legs forward, knocking yours from beneath you as the two of you tumble to the ground. You find yourself pinned under what feels like more than a ton of unyielding metal, her legs now reshaped into a formless mass pinning you down at your waist. Unable to force her off, you watch as she traces a finger along your shirt and pants, every part she touches turning to gold before it seems to liquefy and flow into her. Before long she simply tosses the tattered remains of what you once wore aside.

You swallow nervously as you try to keep your eyes from drifting from her face down to her chest, the smirk on her face before she grabs your arms and pins them to your side as she bends down, her breasts hang inches from your face tells you you weren't as subtle as you hoped. "Obviously if you keep thinking of me like some tart, you need to be punished" she says, looking down on you with a haughty look in her eyes as she slowly begins rocking her hips, "I'd be lying if I didn't think it was somewhat flattering" she says as you feel the metal surrounding your dick begin to twist and writhe, a painful reminder of the lack of release, "But for someone of your standing I should be an untouchable ideal", slowly she builds up steam before continuing, "But you did help rescue me, so I suppose we can reach a compromise" with a whimper you feel the metal clamp down once more just as you reach your peak, blocking any hope for release, "All you have to do NOT cum" she commands before loosening her vice grip on your cock, rocking her hips once more as more of her semi liquid form oozes up your chest.

She keeps going on and on, for what seems to you like hours, not once letting you cum, slowly creeping up your body, lightly stroking and massaging you as she engulfs more and more of you, adding another layer to the agonizing pleasure wracking your tired form. Sometime after you find yourself more than half way in her she sits up, gently lifting you along with her and pulling your face to hers she silences your whimpering with a kiss as her hips reform beneath her. You feel her tongue probing and tasting your mouth, curling around yours with an unnatural sinuousness as she tucks your arms into herself. Slowly stroking the top of your head with one hand as you keep sinking into her, her other drifts down to her crotch before gently tracing the opening of her golden honeypot. Breaking the kiss as she begins to thrust her finger in, she presses you down into her cleavage, the last thing you see before you are completely engulfed by warm golden titflesh is her leaning her head back and letting out a moan.

As you find yourself trapped within her she intensifies her assault, showing you just how skilled she's gotten with her new form. One moment what feels like lips caress your chest while her soft hand gently jerks you off, the next a hand squeezes your ass while what feels like three tongues fight for dominance around your dick, then a nipple suddenly thrust in your mouth while the tongues morph into a replica of her tight cunt. Your world has become a writhing mass of flesh and pleasure, working you to the point of exhaustion and beyond, only halting this chaos when you've reached your peak. And yet not a single sign of your fate is shown on her perfect body other than her working herself into ever increasing frenzy of self pleasure, her fingers probing her own depths, her moans downing out your own, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm, one for each she's denied you, refusing to stop until you've passed out.

When she does finally stop, she lies there, soaking in the afterglow before she realizes she has an audience. "Please tell me you didn't kill him" says the sorceress. "I might..." says the princess as her form flows around, readjusting itself for the man still trapped within her, "but he's lucky he's cute when he's desperate" she continues as she gets up, her form though still the same basic shape it started with, now nearly twice her old size accounting for the extra mass.

"Please don't", replies the sorceress, "He does have his uses".

"I suppose, maybe I'll wait till the morning to let him out" muses the princess, "Maybe later" she says as she takes on a mischievous look in her eye as she mentally compares their heights, "You know, I underestimated just how enjoyable he'd be in there, and all things considered, one's own finger isn't that satisfying" says her highness as she approaches the sorceress, "I don't suppose you're in the mood to serve your princess again?"

The sorceress just rolls her eyes before giving the princess a kiss on the only set of lips she can reach