0 comments/ 46401 views/ 6 favorites Kingdom of Desire Ch. 01 By: DaviBlack “What do you mean it doesn’t fit?” The armor smith asked, “Surely you must be fooling with me.” “No, sir.” The young soldier said. “You’re telling me that your steel codpiece is too small?” “That’s right,” the soldier confirmed. “I don’t believe it,” the armor smith said. “Well you see when I was a young lad, a witch caught me spying on her while she was bathing. She put a curse on me, saying that since I seemed to be ruled by my penis, it would never again fit in my pants.” “Now come on, that has to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” The armor smith said. The soldier started to undo his belt. As his drawers dropped, so did the armor smith’s jaw. “So about thrice the normal size then?” “That’ll do fine, thank you.” “What do you mean you’re leaving tomorrow?” the Queen asked, “Where are you going?” “Into the swamps my love, to do battle with those retched Hundumboots,” The King answered. “For how long?” “Hopefully no more than three days.” “Well who is going to guard the castle?” the Queen asked, batting her eyelashes seductively. “I am leaving Jormund in charge of thirty-five men to protect the castle. I will have two of my best men posted right outside of your chambers. Don’t worry my darling, no harm will come to you,” the King assured her. “Well, what would happen if a few of those dastardly Hundumboots decided to retaliate by climbing into my chamber, through the window, and ravishing me?” “Surely the guards would hear your screams.” “Well what if they snuck up on me and one of the dastards stuck his long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cock in my mouth? My mouth would be so full of thick cock, I would be unable to scream.” “Well we wouldn’t want that….” “Then while my cries were muffled, then the first dastards accomplices could take their long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cocks in the rest of my orifices.” “Yes you’re right, I definitely think…” “But then, while the second and third dastards had their long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cocks in my ass and pussy, any still unoccupied could use their hands or tongues, or both to massage my unprotected breasts. Surely at some point they would have ripped off all of my clothing.” The King was now visibly sweating. “This would be the fourth and fifth Hundumboot dastard,” the Queen added. “I assure you, I now see the necessity of having…” “But it is possible that instead of using their hands, the fourth dastard would instead take his long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cock, and slip it between my naked breasts. Then the fifth dastard could wait until the first dastard ejaculated, in my mouth of course, and then he could stick his long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cock quickly into my mouth, so that my cries would still be stifled.” “Ahem,” the King interrupted, “Well we couldn’t have that…” “But of course they might want to exercise extreme caution, to avoid getting caught, and so the fifth dastard might stick his long, hard, meaty, Hundumboot cock into my mouth before the first had ejaculated. Then the first dastard might continue to fuck my now stretched mouth until he came. Imagine that, two big dicks stretching my lips. Anyways, it is probably more likely that the first would pull out and shoot his stuff all over my tits, so it would be a little more sloppy and slippery for the fourth dastard. But, either way, they could continue switching positions like that all night and all day, so between the five of them, they could probably ravage me, against my will of course, for at least twenty-four hours straight. That would be exactly the kind of thing those Hundumboots would like to do to the wife of the man who was invading their land. In fact I seem to recall hearing stories about them doing just that. I suppose it’s a standard tactic in their strategy books, to gangbang the wife of any invading monarch.” “I will post two of my best guards inside your door tomorrow!” “Well shouldn’t I be allowed to choose the guards? After all they will have to watch me change.” “What?” the King screamed’ “Why can’t you change behind your dressing screen?” “Well I guess I could, but…” “Surely you are not suggesting that the Hundumboot dastards will attempt to ravage you behind your dressing screen, while two armed guards stand across the room?” “Well, I admit it is unlikely, but either way they would still have to watch me sleep in nothing but a night gown. I just wouldn’t want to have a pervert guarding me while I sleep. I mean how would I like it if I woke up to find the two guards with their long, hard, meaty, Faerumonian cocks in their hands. And who knows what they would do to little old defenseless me with their long, hard, meaty, Faerumonian cocks?” “None of my guards would every even think of such a thing, they know that they would be tortured, and then executed.” “But it is true that they might be overcome by lust, and they would say to themselves ‘Damn the consequences, I’m going to fuck my Queen.’ and then they would probably take their long, hard…” “Alright, fine you pick the guards.” “Thank you honey,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. King jasper left the room and told the captain of the guard, Jormund to assemble those staying behind. When all thirty-five were assembled in the courtyard, with their spears and armor polished, King Jasper escorted the beautiful Queen Olivia down the stairs. “Alright men, two of you are going to be chosen to guard the Queen while the King is away. The two that are chosen will not leave her sight, until the King returns,” Jormund hollered to his men. The Queen sauntered slowly through the courtyard, looking each soldier up and down. She stopped in front of a young blonde soldier, but she didn’t look into his eyes, she just stared at his steel codpiece. It was fully three times as large as any of the other soldier’s. “What’s your name soldier?” She asked. He stepped forward, as Jormund prodded him in the back with the butt of his spear. “Simon, Ma’am,” the soldier said uneasily. “Well Simon, you look like a fine stout warrior, I’ll take you and him,” she said, pointing to him and Tony, the soldier next to him. The King then quickly escorted the Queen off the parade grounds. Meanwhile the young princess lied naked in her bed pleasuring herself. She slowly massaged the wet swollen lips of her pussy. She was about five foot three inches tall with long curly red hair, clear blue eyes, ample breasts and a fiery red bush. Low groans could be heard in her chamber as she slowly parted the lips of her vagina with the tips of the index and middle finger on her left hand. Her right hand was busy massaging her breasts, and every so often she let out a squeak as she gave a quick pull at one of her nipples. Her left hand began to move faster and faster, her fingers moving deeper and deeper. She felt like a swimmer, about to be swallowed by a tsunami. “Crystal,” said the King disapprovingly. She looked up to see that both her mother and father had entered the room while she was preoccupied. “Damn it, Dad why can’t you knock?” the Princess said angrily as she covered herself up. “Then how would I discover all of the immoral activities you are up too? Plus why should I have to knock, it is my castle,” King Jasper retorted. “Dad, masturbation is not immoral.” “Oh, yes it is. I remember reading it in the Royal Law Books just last week, and I am almost positive no changes or alterations have been made since that date.” “Well change it. You are the King, you can do that.” “No, it is immoral, and that is that! That is one of the things I have come to talk to you about.” “Masturbation….?” “Yes, your mother and I..” “If you recall, I said I was indifferent on the matter,” the Queen interrupted. “Yes, yes you did. Anyway, I am going away on campaign, and I will not have you masturbating like a common whore.” “Oh, I get it. You are here to teach me to masturbate like a princess.” The King’s change in temperament was visible in the change in shade of his face. “I had been wondering when you guys were going to get around to this lesson. How exactly does it differ from the way a common whore masturbates?” “CRYSTAL! Enough. Do you promise not to pleasure yourself while I am away?” “No,” Crystal said sharply. “Fine then,” the King said. Then he quickly grabbed her by the wrists, twisted them around behind her back, and clapped them in manacles. “Well now there won’t be any problems.” “Daddy!” “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in three days, and the servant will take care of your every need.” The King walked to the hallway. “You there,” he yelled to a young lady-in-waiting, “You are to take care of Princess Crystal’s every need until I return. Well I guess it’s off to war now.” Kingdom of Desire Ch. 02 Crystal sat naked on her bed, her arms manacled behind her back. Her face was red with rage as she thought of her father. She wriggled her way to the edge of the bed and straddled the bedpost. She squirmed as she rubbed her young pussy against the smooth ribbed wooden pillar. She tried to arch her back for maximum pleasure, but she gave up and went limp with frustration. "This will never work'" she groaned to herself, "Jennifer," she yelled, "Draw me a bath." "Yes, Milady," a young lady-in-waiting said as she entered the room. Crystal rolled off the giant bed, as Jennifer went into the adjoining bathroom. The Princess stood in the doorway, observing the servant girl as she poured the bathwater. Jennifer had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and then braided. She wore a blue dress with long sleeves. The dress was simple but elegant. It was hard to tell through the modest dress, but Crystal guessed that Jennifer's breasts were slightly larger than her own. "The bath is ready milady," Jennifer said motioning to the steaming tub. Jennifer stood at the door, eyes fixed on her feet. "Is there anything else milady?" She asked quietly. "Do you expect me to wash myself? My arms are chained behind my back." "Of course milady," she said as she picked up a towel. She nervously dipped the hand-towel into the bathwater and rubbed it across Crystal's shoulders. Crystal uttered a slight moan as Jennifer rubbed her hand across her small perky breasts. Only a thin layer of cloth separated their warm flesh. Jennifer quickly moved the towel to Crystal's arms. "My breasts aren't clean yet," Crystal, snapped, "I'll tell you when they are clean." Jennifer shuddered as she rubbed the towel across Crystal's hardened nipples. "Now do my legs," Crystal said eagerly. Slowly, Jennifer lowered the cloth to the Princess' athletic thigh. The servant's hand brushed up against Crystal's swollen pussy. She moaned as she pushed her tingling pussy into Jennifer's hand. Jennifer screamed and ran out of the chamber. "Come back here!" Crystal screamed as she jumped out of the tub. Crystal was quick, and made it to the door to the hallway before Jennifer. "My father told you to take care of my every need, and right now I need you to take care of my sexual needs." "I don't think that is what your father meant milady," Jennifer pleaded. "I don't care what you think he meant, it is your job to do what he says." Crystal said, dripping with bath water and anticipation, "No off with your dress." Reluctantly Jennifer pulled her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. "Time for oral sex." Crystal said, laying down onto the bed, "Come on, get to it!" Crystal said impatiently. "I don't know what to do milady," Jennifer said blushing. "What do you mean? Are you saying you've never had oral sex before?" "No, just never with a girl," Jennifer explained. "Well just do the same things that guys do to you. Except instead of them doing it to you, you are doing it to me." "I've only given oral sex milady." "Damnit, well fine I'll do you first, then you can do me. Now lay down on the bed. Don't get too caught up in the pleasure, you're supposed to learn the art of giving me oral sex." Jennifer slowly lowered herself onto the bed. Crystal wiggled herself around until she was positioned between Jennifer's legs. She slowly licked the inside of Jennifer's thighs. Jennifer was stiff as a board and whimpered as Crystal tongued the lips of her pussy. After a few minutes of gentle probing, Crystal could tell that Jennifer was starting to enjoy herself. At first her moans were quiet, probably ashamed to be getting pleasure from another girl's tongue Crystal thought. She started to buck as Crystal stuck her tongue deeper and deeper in her pink pussy. Jennifer softly pinched the nipples of her orange-sized breasts. She began to knead her tits, as the Princess's lapping speed increased. Her moans became a persistent wail, as Crystal brought her to a passionate orgasm. Crystal looked up, her face dripping with Jennifer's juices. "Your turn," Crystal said, wriggling onto her back and spreading her legs. By this time all of Jennifer's inhibitions had vanished, and she quickly plunged her tongue into Crystal's pussy, that was now twitching and swollen with desire. 'This might not be so bad after all' Crystal thought to herself as she began to buck and writhe in the throes of pleasure. *** Queen Olivia stood in a room, high in the North Tower, arguing with a skinny man in a gray beard and blue robes. "Queen Olivia, I assure you, there is no way I can give you that kind of potion! Especially when the King is away!" Said Harold the King's magician. "Please Harold?" The queen said, batting her eyelashes at him seductively. "No! It is absolutely out of the question! I have never used my abilities for any kind of love potion." "Never?" "Well I mean there was that one time when I made the potion that resulted in your and the King's marriage. But besides that never!" "Well I don't really want a love potion," the Queen said innocently. "Well what is it that you want?" "A lust potion." "Absolutely not!" "But you could right?" "I have the skills yes, but could and would are two different things. I have morals you know." "Oh come on Harold. What, do you consider yourself some kind of shining beacon of morality?" The Queen asked sarcastically. "I think I am far above average when it comes to morality." "Yeah right. Are you telling me you've never imagined me naked?" Queen Olivia said, pushing her giant tits together to give the magician a better view. "Your Majesty?" Harold gasped. "Or maybe you imagined sticking you thick salami in my wet mouth." The magician stood frozen. "Or maybe another orifice," she said as she moved closer. "I can't believe you are saying such things," Harold said weakly. "If you help me Harold, I can make it worth your while," Olivia said, eyeing him devilishly. "Madame, please," Harold whimpered. Olivia gracefully knelt before him and parted his wizard's robes. His penis was slightly below average size, and red as a sunset. Olivia imagined that the erect cock contained at least half of his body's entire supply of blood. "Will you make me my potion?" she asked, gingerly wrapping her fingers around the base of his dick. "Anything milady," Harold murmured. "What was that Harold?" "Anything!" Harold repeated more firmly. Slowly Queen Olivia moved her lips towards the magician's penis. She puckered he lips as they neared the tip of his waiting pecker. The Queen gently kissed the tip of his engorged magic wand. "OHHHHH GOD!" Harold screamed as he ejaculated. It oozed a tiny amount onto her lips and chin, and dribbled a few small drips onto her bosom. The embarrassed wizard took a step back. The Queen giggled as she looked at his deflated penis, and the smattering of come left on her. The giggle turned to laughter as she licked the small amount of cum from her lips. Harold's face turned red as a beet, and he quickly retreated to the highest level of the tower. "Harold come back," The queen said, getting up to follow him. She encountered a locked door. "Harold," "I'll have the servant bring it down in a few hours." "Remember I want equal parts of lust and stamina," she broke into laughter as she brought up stamina. She received no reply from behind the door. The Queen smiled to herself as she made her way down the stairs. *** Queen Olivia took two flagons of mead from the royal kitchen, and dumped half of the potion into each mug. "Perfect," she said to herself, as she carried the mugs up the stairs to her room. "I thought you boys might need a drink," she said as the guards finished off their drinks. "Thank you your Highness," the guards said appreciatively. "No problem," she assured them, as she walked behind her dressing screen. Moments later she walked out wearing nothing but a short, white linen nightgown. Both guards shifted uncomfortably in their armor. Their unwilling eyes were drawn to her giant breasts like magnets. She walked slowly across the room, her watermelon jugs jiggling. The revealing nightgown gave the soldiers a good view of her abundant bosom. Her firm ass could almost be seen as she sauntered over to the bed. She laid down on the huge bed, on her stomach, facing away from the guards. She slowly spread her legs, trying to afford the soldiers a better view. She wiggled her hips a little, and gently angled her ass towards the ceiling. She felt two hands grab a hold of her firm, full ass. "Ooohhh," the Queen said, a little surprised that the potion had worked so quickly. She looked back to see that it was the shorter, more muscular guard that was grabbing two handfuls of her thick ass. He was wearing nothing but his plate mail legs. The other guard Simon jumped onto the bed, completely naked. "Ahhh!" Olivia gasped, as Simon slapped her across the face with his giant cock. She was reminded of a sex show she had snuck into as a young girl, starring a blonde peasant girl, and a healthy young stallion. Simon's dick had to be at least eighteen inches in length. She got on all fours, and greedily licked at Simon's horse cock. She wrapped one of her hands, dainty and petite by comparison, around his humungous sexual organ, and wrapped her lips around the tip. Behind her Tony had removed his hands, and was unbuckling his armored codpiece. He revealed a raging hard-on that, although large by human standards was dwarfed by Simon's cock, which was on par with most horses. He swiftly plunged his "sword" into her awaiting pussy, burying it to the hilt. "Ummfgh," Olivia said, her moans muffled by Simon's dick. Tony continued to pump away as he reached around to fondle her giant breasts. He squeezed them tightly like two beautiful handles. Simon put one hand on the back of her head, pushing his dick deeper into her throat. Still even with his assistance she could barely fit more then the top third between her stretched lips. His other hand stroked the bottom twelve inches of his meaty haft. Olivia convulsed as orgasm hit like a lightning bolt. Her screams were amplified as Simon withdrew his dick from her mouth. Tony pulled out, and before she could recover from her first orgasm, Simon pulled her onto his still erect dick. "Oh, God!" the Queen screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain. Simon's huge dick stretched her to the limits. She managed to fit just over a foot of his cock into her pussy. Simon gently nibbled on her large, hard nipples. From behind, she felt Tony's hands spreading her ass cheeks. First, the tip of his penis, then total penetration. "Yes, Yes, Yes," she screamed in delight. She could feel another orgasm close approaching, its momentum building with each rhythmic double-thrust. In the North Tower far above, Harold watched her orgasm in his magic mirror. He counted five more orgasms after that before the two guards finally gave up the gift of their seed. Harold brought himself to three orgasms during the viewing of the whole ordeal. He wished that he was the one ravaging her. He wanted to again feel her sweet tongue against his cock. He wanted her to pleasure him in everyway imaginable, but at the same time he hated her for the embarrassment and shame she had caused him. Kingdom of Desire Ch. 03 King Jasper paced wildly up and down the hall. “What do you mean the hilt of Kaffar’s Sword is missing?” he asked Jormund the captain of the guard. “Well exactly that sir. The hilt is gone,” he answered. “No, you moron, how did this happen?” “Well sir, we haven’t quite determined that yet. Our current theory is that someone snuck in here, then they stole it, then they snuck out.” “Who put you in charge!?” the King bellowed. “I believe it was you sir.” “How could you let this happen?!” the King screamed in rage, “Kaffar was the greatest hero this land has ever had. He saved the kingdom from roaming Hirrundites, the invading Jackahoons, and worst of all, the pillaging Morfazoomers.” “Don’t worry sir, I am sure it will turn up in no time,” Jormund assured him. “Oh it better, otherwise it’ll be your head!” Jormund quickly lowered his eyes and skulked out of the room. “Why is the help always so incompetent,” he yelled to himself. He looked up to see his wife, Queen Olivia walk in followed by several foreigners. “Honey, we have company,” Olivia interrupted politely. King Jasper quickly left his angry rant and greeted his guests cordially. “King Olaf, Queen Hillka and Princess Olga, welcome to Faerumonia,” Jasper said. “Thank you King Jasper, your hospitality is most welcome,” said King Olaf, a large man with long blond hair, and a bushy blond beard. “Come you all must be very hungry. Quick someone call the royal cooks.” *** Meanwhile…….. Two floors above, Crystal crept into her chambers. From the folds of her gown she produced the handle of an ancient great sword. She slipped out of her dress and slid under the covers. She could feel the power contained in the handle. She slowly parted the lips of her pussy with the bulbous pommel of Kaffar’s sword. The giant shaft buzzed as she pushed it deeper inside of her. She started to slide the handle in and out. All of a sudden the relic seemed to develop a mind of it’s own. In and out it pumped. “Oh,” Crystal gasped, surprised by the hafts abrupt animation. She released her grip on the handle and relaxed. “Oh god,” she screamed as the long, hard shaft pounded away at her pussy. In the hallway shrieks could be heard from Crystal’s room. Princess Olga opened the door slightly. She peered in at Crystal arching her back, trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from the handle. Olga quietly tiptoed into the room. “Yes, Yes!” Crystal screamed. The handles pumping pace quickened as she neared orgasm. Crystal grabbed both of her perky tits intensely. Olga felt a wetness between her thighs as she squeezed her ample breasts through her somewhat rustic dress. Kaffar’s Hilt fell motionless as Crystal orgasmed. She collapsed, exhausted with pleasure. “What a dirty little princess,” Olga said in a thick Nordic accent. She was average height with long blonde hair tied into two braids. “Oh, you’re here,” Crystal said looking up at the Iskarlandian princess. She made no motion to cover up. “What a wonderful little toy you’ve got there,” Olga said, slipping out of her gown and lowering herself to the bed. Olga removed the hilt from Crystal’s pussy and shoved it into hers. Immediately the handle sprang to life, hammering away at her pussy. “Oh God, it does feel as good as it looks,” she said excitedly. Even though she had just came, Crystal could feel a tingling between her legs. “I love your tits,” Crystal blurted out, almost salivating. “Go ahead,” Olga managed to say, hampered by the incessant pounding of Kaffar’s hilt. Crystal reached out and wrapped her hand around one of Olga’s beautiful breasts. She quickly took the nipple in her mouth and began to suck furiously. Olga said something unintelligible in her native tongue. Olga’s body rippled with pleasure, the handles pounding speed increased, as did Crystal’s lapping speed. She could tell Olga was close. Crystal was hot again and wanted relief a second time. She got up and straddled the blond princess’s face. Her tongue eagerly received Crystal’s dripping pussy. She licked and then parted Crystals burning pussy. Olga ate Crystal’s pussy furiously. As Olga got closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, her licking speed increased. Crystal’s moans echoed throughout the chamber, Olga’s tongue frenzy brought shrill screams from Crystal. The sword stopped as Olga exploded with pleasure. She continued to lick, although at a much slower pace and eventually Crystal came. She rolled off her and onto the bed next to her. “Thanks, I needed that,” Olga said, still short of breath. “Thanks for finishing me, after you finished,” “Only common courtesy,” Olga replied, “Oh yeah we are supposed to go down to dinner.” The two girls quickly got dressed and went down to dinner. They found everyone waiting for them. They quickly took their seats and the dinner began. King Olaf and King Jasper discussed every aspect of their kingdoms at great length. The two queens quietly exchanged tips on fashion. Eventually the main dish of boar arrived, and everyone eagerly started on their portion. King Jasper looked up to see his wife twitching, and breathing heavy. Far above in the North Tower Harold massaged the breasts of a life-sized clay statue of Queen Olivia. On the table next to him was an open bottle, with only a few drops of liquid remaining. The statue had taken Harold weeks to complete. A series of spells made the statue life-like. The breasts were firm, yet pliable. Slowly he squeezed each breast, as he watched her reaction in the mirror. He vigorously sucked on the left nipple, as he wildly pinched at the right. Below, Queen Olivia’s strained breaths had become low moans, and she began to shake. She stood up to leave. “Please excuse me, I think I have become…..Uhhhhh!” She almost fell as her knees lost all their strength. She had to hold the banister all the way up the stairs to keep her from falling. By the time she made it to her room she was crawling. She dragged herself onto the bed and collapsed. In the North Tower, Harold was savagely licking the statue’s pussy. His hands were firmly latched to the likeness of the Queen’s full ass. “Yes, Yes, Yes!” She screamed. The Queen gave into pleasure, she pulled on the top of her dress, and her two giant breasts popped out. Her hands serviced her boobs as some “unknown” force serviced her soaking pussy. Olivia squeezed each of her plump breasts, bucking her hips. Orgasm overwhelmed her and the phantom licking ceased. Upstairs Harold took a break to take off his pants. He pulled out his slightly smaller than average penis. Blood was racing through his mediocre cock. He moved over to the bed, where he had laid the likeness of Queen Olivia. He laid the tip of his dick against the magic pussy. He shuddered and slowly inserted his cock. Then he slowly removed his dick until only the tip remained submerged. Below Queen Olivia once again started to moan, but the pumping only lasted a few seconds. On the third thrust, Harold could no longer hold it in. “Ohhh!” he screamed, as he dribbled his seed inside the life-size Queen. Queen Olivia had a few moments of rest before Harold used three of his fingers to replace his now shriveled cock. Harold eagerly used his fingers to pound Olivia’s pseudo pussy to another orgasm. “God that was fucking weird!” Olivia said to herself as she recovered. Upstairs Harold climbed onto the bed. He stuck his limp dick into the pleasure doll’s mouth. He muttered a spell of sucking. The doll immediately responded, as did his cock. In mere moments he erupted. Well more like drizzled. Kingdom of Desire Ch. 04 Crystal, followed closely by Olga, urged her horse up a steep incline to the top of a hill. As they loosed their Merlin Falcons their four guards caught up with them. “Princess Crystal,” Jormund said, “Once again I must stress the importance of you and Princess Olga remaining in close proximity with us. Your father has assigned me to protect you two. King Jasper would have my head if anything happened to either of you.” Olga and Crystal giggled as the captain of the guard scolded them. Crystal and Olga dismounted and watched their falcons. After a few minutes the guards settled into their saddles. Crystal looked around, then slapped her horse on the ass as hard as she could. The horse took off down the hill and through the meadow below. Crystal grabbed Olga’s arm and the two princesses took off into the woods. They ran past trees and through brambles. Behind them they heard the frantic orders of Jormund. “C’mon,” Olga said, goading Crystal on. As they started to pick up the pace Crystal tripped over a branch and fell. “Shit,” Crystal swore, holding her knee. “Shhh!” Olga said, “They’re going to find us.” Crystal took out her small dagger and cut her dress at mid-thigh. She handed her knife to Olga and she did the same. Crystal laid the scraps of clothing on the ground and the two girls laid down in a dip behind a log. Olga ran her hand up the inside of Crystal’s thigh and kissed her passionately. Her tongue roamed the recesses of the redhead’s mouth. Crystal responded, squeezing Olga’s firm breasts. She pinched Olga’s nipples and the blonde let out a squeak. “Shh, remember,” Crystal said, putting a finger to Olga’s mouth. In the distance the clip-clop of horseshoes could be heard. “I think they are going the other direction,” Olga whispered. “I think you’re right,” Crystal said, “can you imagine the look Jormund will have on his face when he explains to our parents the he lost us?” “Priceless,” Olga said and kissed her again. After ten minutes of necking they got up and moved in a round-a-bout path back towards the castle. As they walked through the woods they heard faint footsteps. “Shit, they found us,” Olga said. “We give up, you win,” Crystal cried. “Good,” a man said as he stepped out from behind a tree. “Shit,” Crystal said. The man was dressed in crude leather armor, and was carrying a crossbow. He was no Faeremonian guard. Two more men, similarly dressed, stepped out from behind trees. The three men were young, well built and trim. The life of a bandit does not provide an excess of luxury. Crystal could tell by the leader’s accent that he was from Hundumboot. “Lars,” the leader said. One of the bandits moved towards the girls. “Drop your weapons,” said the hundumbootian with the crossbow. Crystal pulled her knife from its sheath and dropped it to the forest floor. The blond bandit who responded to the name Lars laid his club on the ground and pulled two lengths of rope from a collection hanging at his belt. In turn he pulled Crystal and Olga’s arms behind their backs and fastened them securely. The two other bandits moved closer and picked up Crystal’s dagger. Lars then searched both of the girls further for weapons. He squeezed their breast, and patted down their sides. Then he spent slightly more time than necessary checking between the girl’s legs. Crystal and Olga followed the bandits silently, deeper into the woods. After two miles they came across a lean-to and a tent next to a fire pit. The bandits put their things down next to the shelters. Lars led Olga to a nearby tree. “What are you going to do?” Crystal asked the leader, trying not to let her voice quiver. “They’re just going to have a little fun with the lass,” he said with a smirk, “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. For now you can kneel her and watch what’s in store for you,” he said, pushing her to her knees. The other two bandits untied Olga’s hands and fastened them behind the small tree. Lars stood behind the tree and gripped Olga’s large breasts. She bit her lip as Lars flicked her nipples through her gown. The Leader pulled out his long Hudumboot cock, and slowly started to stroke it. Hundumbootians have notoriously long schlongs. Crystal saw the rumor was true as her reached a solid eight inches well before he was fully erect. The third and still un-named bandit lifted Olga’s skirt and started to probe her pussy with two of his fingers. “Sto….,” Crystal started to say, but was quickly silenced by a hard slap across the face from a long hundumboot cock. Crystal groaned with pain, laying sprawled on the ground with the Hundumboot and his dick standing over her. “Aiiiiee!” the leader screamed as he fell on top of her. Crystal screamed and tried to wiggle out from under him. Crystal thrashed and kicked herself free of the Hundumbootian. When she was free of him, she looked over to see two arrows buried in his back. She looked over to see that the other two bandits had suffered similar fates. She heard a rustling of leaves and looked around attentively. A centaur made his way through the bush to show himself. As he neared the center of the clearing more started to emerge. All in all nine male centaurs made their way into the campsite. Crystal got to her knees and then to her feet to greet them. The centaur who first entered the clearing spoke. “I am Atan’Ko.” As he spoke he drew a long curved sword. Crystal eyed the blade extended before her. “So you have only freed us from our captors to make us your prisoners?” The centaur laughed. “Ye have little faith,” he said, “use the blade to cut your bonds.” “Oh, I am so sorry,” Crystal exclaimed, “Please forgive my doubt of your good intentions,” she cast her eyes downward. “It is forgiven. Of late you have been given much reason to distrust strangers.” “Still my assumption is unforgivable.” “It is forgiven, all ready forgotten. Please, cut your bonds.” Crystal stepped closer and freed herself on his upturned sword. She quickly ran over to the bandit laying in front of Olga, drew her knife from his belt, and freed Olga. Then they walked slowly back to the centaurs. “I am Crystal, Princess of Faeremonia, and I am eternally grateful to all of you for rescuing us from these Hundumbootian bandits,” Crystal curtsied. “And I am Princess Olga, and I too am eternally indebted to you.” The centaurs all moved to surround Atan’Ko. “As I have said, my name is Atan’Ko, and I am the first born of the chief of the Yellow Feather tribe.” He extended his hand, and each of the girls took it in turn. His upper body was uncovered and both girls noticed that he was extremely muscular. He had long, jet-black hair that was decorated with braids and beads. All of the centaurs had long hair. Atan’Ko, as did all the centaurs, had a scimitar and a buckler strapped around his waist. They also had a long bows and quivers at their sides. Another centaur moved up next to him. “This is Toran’Ko, my youngest brother.” He was attractive, but somewhat smaller than his older brother. His muscles were well toned, but did not bulge the way Atan's did. His light brown hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. Olga and Crystal shook his hand, and then shook hands with each of the other centaurs as Atan introduced them. Some of the centaurs got out food and prepared it as Atan spoke with Crystal and Olga. “Where are your homes?” Atan asked. “Well I come from far to the north,” Olga replied, “but my family is staying in Faeremonia with Crystal and her parents.” “My castle is about six hours from here on horse back,” Crystal explained “Well, if you two ride on two of us, we can probably make it by sundown,” Atan suggested. “You would do that?” Crystal asked, a little surprised. “Of course, honor dictates that we escort you to your home.” “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this will mean to our parents,” Crystal said. Olga, Crystal and the centaurs ate quickly and then got on their way. Crystal rode on Atan’s back and Olga rode on Toran’s. At first they rode at a slow pace, making their way through the woods. “So, where is your tribe?” Crystal asked Atan. “Three days to the south, and one to the west,” he answered and kept moving. “Why are you so far north?” “Of late, our game herds have thinned. Our tribe is over populated. My father sent his oldest and his youngest to find a suitable place to start another tribe.” “Well, have you found anything yet?” “I was thinking that this area would be suitable, but I know nothing of local lords and their jurisdiction.” “Well, my father owns all of this.” Crystal said excitedly, “The Hundumboots claim to own it also, but if you would defend the land and agree to pay some small taxes, I am sure that my father would let you settle it.” “Well, it appears to me that this meeting has been very fortunate for the both of us. Look, there is the road.” “Oh, fuck,” Crystal said, “we are further south than I thought.” “Can we still make it by night fall?” Atan asked. “Yes, but only if we hurry.” “Hold on.” He said, and took off at a slow gallop. After an hour of galloping Toran slowed, and called for his brother to halt. “What’s wrong?” Crystal asked. Toran motioned for his brother to come closer and whispered something in this ear. Atan chuckled. “He says that Princess Olga’s breasts rubbing against his back has made him erect.” The rest of the centaurs let out a boisterous laugh. “And?” Crystal asked, looking over to see Toran’s head was cast down, and Olga was smiling. “A centaur cannot ride if he is erect. We will have to wait until it dies down, then Princess Olga will ride with one of the older centaurs.” “How long will it take to die down?” “At least an hour and a half. Centaurs are not easily aroused, but when they are the erection lasts.” “Well could he just go into the bushes and attend to it?” “Masturbate?” Atan asked laughing, “Centaurs cannot masturbate, how could we reach?” “Then we’ll never make it before dark.” Crystal said, with a slight hint of distress in her voice. “It is all right, we will camp the night and arrive in the morning.” “But our parents will be worried sick.” “Don’t you think the solution is obvious?” Olga asked sliding off Toran’s back. “What do you mean?” Crystal asked, still oblivious. “Well since the problem is my fault, I suppose it is my responsibility to solve it” she said. “Ohhhh,” Crystal said, as Olga got to her knees and started to rub Toran’s shaft. “uhhhh,” he moaned as Olga stroked the upper half of the two-foot cock with both hands. Her hands feverishly stroked the upper half of his member as she licked its giant bulbous tip. Olga stretched her mouth as wide as she could. Her lips reached just past the head of his cock. The centaurs all gathered round as Olga ran her left hand up and down Toran’s length, as her right massaged the base of his dick. Olga swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, and he groaned moans of encouragement. Olga felt his cock pulsing and moved her hands and tongue faster and faster. “The others seem to be enjoying the show,” Crystal said to Atan, still on his back. She watched Olga remove her mouth and start to lick up and down the length of the horse cock. “Public sex is a big part of centaur society,” Atan explained. Toran started to twitch and stamped one of his back hooves on the ground repeatedly. Then, like a catapult, he shot his load. It left a puddle in front of him, and a trail that ran back to his shrinking dick. “See, I told you it was simple,” Olga said, looking very pleased with herself. “Not that simple,” Crystal said. “What do you mean?” Olga asked, but she could answer her own question as she followed Crystal’s eyes to three more erect centaur warriors. “Well I guess we best get to work.” Olga said, moving into position and kneeling between two of the centaurs. She took one of the two-footers in each hand and started to pump swiftly, as Crystal climbed off Atan, and pulled her dress over her head. The third erect centaur gawked with lust, as did the rest. Crystal climbed under the remaining horny centaur. Her back was against the centaur’s belly, and she used her left hand to steady herself by holding onto the centaur’s left front leg. With her right hand she reached back and found the centaur’s member. Slowly she guided the enormous cock into her pussy. Tears welled up in her eyes as the centaur stretched her. She reminded herself that in birth an entire child would have to pass through there, and by now she was well lubricated. She managed to fit about six inches, just over a quarter of the centaur’s full length. Slowly she started to slide the six inches in and out of her pussy, and slowly more and more fit inside her. “Yes, God, yes!” the centaur screamed as she reached nine inches. Slowly Crystal increased her speed. By now her tears were long gone, and she had only one orifice still flowing. Crystal moaned, bringing herself down on the centaur’s shaft faster and faster. She felt a total loss of control as her mind was blown in orgasmic explosion. From her orgasmic haze she heard the centaur scream a warning “Ohh God, I am going to cum.” Crystal managed to pull herself off of the centaur just in time to feel the full force of his ejaculation on the back of her head, the rest splattered on her back. “Amatu…,” Olga started, but got caught by a blast of centaur cum to the face. “Gurgle gurgle gurgle,” she tried to speak, but had to swallow first. “Ah man,” she said and then caught another blast down the front of her dress. The centaurs thanked the girls and apologized profusely for drenching them. The girls assured them it was quite all right. The girls exercised a little more caution when pleasing the next four, using their hands and a little tongue. In no time all that was left was Atan. Crystal caressed the lower half of his enormous cock, while Olga pulled at the top of her dress, revealing her two beautiful breasts. Atan breathed heavily as Olga slid his cock between her grapefruit sized breasts. She pinched her nipples as she moved her tits along the cock. The girls exchanged smiles as Crystal rolled the centaur’s balls in her hand. Their combined efforts quickly got the centaur prince off, but they carefully avoided getting any on them. Olga and Crystal quickly licked and sucked his cock until he was completely dry. They got dressed, and the now much-relieved troop was off. They reached the castle just as the sun was setting. Both sets of Royal parents were waiting, and much relieved when they arrived. Almost as much so as the centaurs. Crystal and Olga took turn explaining everything that happened, and why the centaurs were here. “I am so happy that both of you are back safe,” King Jasper said, hugging the girls, “And I am sure something can be worked out for you Atan. Tomorrow morning we can discuss the details. Tonight we will set up a pavilion for you to stay in on the parade grounds.” “Thank you,” Atan said, shaking his hand. “Just one more thing,” Jasper said, “What is all down the front of your dress?” The girls looked at each other. “Ohh,” Crystal said, “The bandits spilled soup on her.” “Ohh,” King Jasper said satisfied, but Crystal saw that her mother’s eyes were filled with suspicion, and on the walk back to the castle Queen Olivia’s nose was quite attentive. And that night Crystal could’ve sworn through the window she saw a silhouette moving across the parade grounds towards the centaur’s pavilion. Kingdom of Desire Ch. 05 Olga followed Crystal down a steep hidden stair. They passed through a long dark corridor and out a hidden gate on the side of the castle. The pale full moon shone down upon them as they moved about the boulders surrounding the north face of the keep. Olga was dressed in a simple peasant gown. She carried a bag with some food, a small dagger and fifteen silver coins. "Follow this path," Crystal said, pointing down the slope, "follow it for a mile and a half and you'll find yourself well into the woods. When you encounter the main road turn south. There are several beautiful towns along the road. It's seventeen miles to Kaninth if you want to go that far." Olga kissed her. Their lips locked and their tongues intertwined. She grabbed Crystal's firm ass as Crystal hungrily squeezed her large breasts. After a few moments they drew apart. "Promise you'll visit?" Crystal asked. "Of course, as soon as I can get settled in." With that said, Olga headed of down the path and Crystal moved back into the castle. As she moved through the dark tunnels she reflected on the last week and a half, and all the "fun" they had. Too bad Olga needed to get away from her parents and find herself. The next morning as she assured both the royal families that she knew nothing of Olga's location, Olga was miles to the south. The sun was making its way towards high noon, and she was making good progress. As she rounded a bend she saw a young man sitting on a log along side the road. He wore a crimson tunic and black threadbare pants. On the ground next to him there was a roll of cloth. "Greetings," he said cheerfully as she approached. She couldn't help but notice his sharply handsome features. He had a narrow chin and high cheekbones, and shaggy brown hair that just slightly interrupted the intense stair of his deep green eyes. "Hello," she responded cautiously. "There's enough room on the log for two if you are ready for a break." Olga set down her bag and took a seat on the log. "The name's Taernius," he said holding out his hand. ""Olga," she said, taking his hand. She noticed him trying to hide his glances at her breasts. "Where are you headed?" Taernius asked. "I am thinking maybe Kaninth." "Really? Me too. Maybe we could travel together. There is safety in numbers you know." "I wouldn't mind a traveling partner as far as Kaninth. What's in the bundle?" She asked, trying to make small talk. "My wares," he said forcing a token smile. "So you're a merchant?" "Sort of." "What exactly do you sell?" Taernius reached down and untied the bundle. The bundle transformed into a pocketed blanket with a dozen long slender wooden objects. Olga eyed him devilishly. "What exactly are they?" she asked flirtatiously. Taernius spotted a gleam in her eye. In his business he had to know when a woman needed it. "Dildos," he said boldly. "So you're a dildo merchant?" "Correct." "Intriguing." "Have you ever used one?" he asked grinning. "No. Well never one that was built for that purpose." "Would you like to try?" he asked leaning a little closer. "I don't have a lot of cash." "That's perfectly all right. Trial run free." Taernius reached into one of the pockets and pulled out one of the dildos. He placed the dildo in her open hand. Olga slowly examined the dildo. It looked to be about nine inches long, carved from some sort of hard wood, and extremely realistic. It even had bulging veins carved into it. She smiled as she brought the wooden cock to her mouth. Slowly she rubbed the pseudo-dick across her luscious lips. Taernius rolled up his bag, picked up their belongings and headed into the woods, and motioned for her to follow. She followed him to a soft grassy knoll behind a tree. Taernius watched her as she laid down and slowly bunched up her gown around her waist. He was frozen with anticipation as she gently teased the inside of her thighs with the dildo. Softly the wooden penis tickled her soft pale legs. He grinned as she rubbed the dildo across her neatly trimmed patch of soft blonde pussy hair. Taernius fumbled in his bundle and pulled out a small wooden whistle. A quick blastoff breath through the whistle started the dildo humming. "Oooh," Olga said in a surprised inquisitive tone, as she pressed the vibrating head against her pussy. Taernius laid down next to her. "Hundumbootian jumping beans," he whispered in her ear. "I like," she said enthusiastically. She suddenly brought her lips against his for a brief but passionate kiss. When their lips parted she opened her mouth wide and started swallowing the vibrating wooden cock. Soon the tip of the prosthetic dick touched the back of her throat. Her gag reflex started to kick in but she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed all but the last two inches. As she withdrew the vibrator Taernius wrapped his arm around her and rolled her on top of him. As their tongues navigated each other's mouths she could feel his erection pressing hard against her. Their lips parted and they stared, the gaze locked. "These things can be quite tricky you know, perhaps you would like the assistance of an expert." "Indeed," She said handing him the dildo. He gently laid her down once again on the grassy hill. His delicate touch spread her legs wide. He could see her juices glistening in the morning sun. Patiently he inserted the wooden shaft, slowly; inch-by-inch it penetrated deeper and deeper. "Oh that's good," she uttered softly "That's right, deeper…..deeper." Taernius nudged closer. He smoothly slid his left hand up her dress, past her pussy to firmly jiggle one of her perfect breasts. Her growing moans signaled her increasing pleasure. "Yes, yes," she managed to yell between two moans. He quickened his pace, and this change brought squirms from Olga. She started too wiggle and squeal with ecstasy. As Olga grew louder and louder she began to draw attention from the road, a mere one thirty paces from their position. A middle-aged woodsman happened to be walking by and heard Olga scream. He quickly made his way over the few logs and stumps towards the hill where Olga and Taernius lay. His approach went unnoticed as Taernius seemed to be concentrating greatly, and Olga was equally distracted. Once the woodsman realized there was no danger, he knew he should go back to the road, but he could not draw his eyes away from the scene. The princess was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He watched for the few minutes it took Olga to explode with pleasure. Taernius brought both his hands up to grasp her large melons. He slowly laid his head against her plentiful rack. "Excuse me," the woodsman piped up meekly. "Who's there?" Taernius said, looking up attentively. "Just a harmless woodsman." he said, "I didn't mean to spy, but I was passing by and heard a scream. When I came to investigate…" "Don't worry, there's no harm done," Taernius replied nonchalantly. "Oh, and one more thing," the woodsman added. "Yes?" Taernius answered, mildly annoyed at his persistence. "What was that wooden thing you were using?" "Why that sir, was a dildo," Taernius said, standing up and launching into his well practiced spiel, "The finest and most advanced in self pleasuring technology. For a paltry sum you can furnish your wife with one of the best dildo ever crafted. If your wife has a way to play , she is less likely to stray while you are away. Also imported hundumbootian jumping beans inside make it vibrate when you blow this whistle." Taernius drew the whistle from his pocket and held up the dildo for the woodsmen to observe. "How much does it cost?" The woodsman asked. "Seven silver pieces," "There is no way I could afford that," the woodsman said solemnly. "Tell you what. If you get me three bundles of this wood," Taernius said, gesturing to the dildo, "And a place for the two of us to stay and eat for the night, we could call it even." "Absolutely. I mean as long as you don't mind sharing a one-room cabin with my wife and I. We have an extra bed the two of you can share." Taernius turned to Olga "Do these arrangements seem suitable?" "Perfect," she said kissing him on the lips. "Alright then, let us gather our things, and we'll head to your abode. Oh, and what was your name?" "It's Rolf," he said offering his hand. Both the travelers shook it and introduced themselves. When they had gathered their things they made their way to the road, and in an hour and a half they met a trail leading through a potato field to Rolf's one room cabin. The house was of half-timber construction and about fifteen feet by twenty feet. A small shed stood alongside it containing various farming implements. Rolf led them to the door, where they found his wife sewing a tunic. She jumped into his arms and kissed him deeply. "Honey, I've brought visitors," he said, motioning to Olga and Taernius, "This is Olga and Taernius." They both smiled and shook her hand. "This is my wife Sara," he said. Sara was about five and a half feet tall. She had dark, shoulder length brown hair. She wore a short utilitarian earthen colored dress that exposed most of her bosom. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Olga's. She looked to be about twenty-five years of age. "The extra bed is in the corner," Rolf said. Olga and Taernius laid their stuff in the corner by the bed. They saw Rolf move closer to his wife and whisper something. "What? What is it?" she asked, speaking much louder than he had. She looked around a little confused. He whispered again and motioned with his hands. "I don't get it, what is it?" Sara asked again. "A dildo Ma'am," Taernius said informatively. He reached into his bag and pulled out a wooden dick. He walked across the room and placed it gently in her hand. Rolf whispered in her ear and she blushed. Taernius blew softly on a whistle and the dildo began to vibrate. Sara gasped a little and Taernius handed her the whistle. "Go ahead, it's yours. I trust your husband." He said, "And if you need any instruction, I'd be more than happy to help." Sara looked to Rolf. "That's fine, if you want it honey," Rolf said squeezing one of her tits. She giggled a little. Then she sat on their bed and looked at her feet. Taernius looked at Rolf, and Rolf gave him a nod. Taernius knelt beside her. Slowly he lifted her legs onto the bed, allowing her dress to fall about her waist, revealing her dark pussy. She stared into his as he took the vibrating cock from her hand. Rolf watched as Taernius slowly pushed the dildo deep inside his wife. A series of short moans came from Sara's lips, as Taernius slid it in and out quickly. He removed the long wooden shaft and slowly rubbed the vibrating tip over her pussy. Sara grabbed at her breasts hungrily as the wood pulsated against her loins. There was nowhere else to sit so Olga motioned for Rolf to join her on the bed. Rolf sat on the edge of the bed, watching his wife eagerly. Olga looked down at the bulge in his pants. Rolf slowly pushed down on his erection with his left hand. "Here, let me help," Olga said to him, slipping her hand into his pants. "Whoa…." he said in surprise. Rolf said as Olga started slowly pumping her hand up and down the woodsman's shaft. Rolf shot a glance at his orgasming wife and reached his arm around Olga, squeezing her breast as he pulled her closer. Rolf reached down and tugged on his pants letting his hungry dick reveal itself. Olga quickly leaned down and engulfed his rock hard prick. His cock was about the length of the dildo Taernius was using to please Sara, but slightly wider. Olga swallowed until her lips met the top of her left hand, still wrapped around the base of his pole. Olga slid to the foot of the bed and moved her right hand to tease Rolf's balls. She gently squeezed his balls and rolled them in her hand as she wiggled her tongue. Rolf moaned, obviously pleased by the motion of Olga's tongue. Olga brought her lips to the tip of his dick. Rolf reached up and massaged Olga's blonde head of hair. The Nordic princess looked up at him and smiled. Rolf gently pushed her lips down to the base of his pulsating cock. Slowly she moved her mouth up and down his throbbing penis. Rolf's grip on the back of her head tightened as he started to quiver with ecstasy. After several strokes, her held her at the base of his member with both of his strong woodsmen hands. His girth strained against the narrow confines of Olga's throat. He bucked as he started to blow his load. She swallowed spurt after spurt of his cum. Taernius and Sara watched as he filled her mouth and then splattered more across her lips. Rolf collapsed on the bed and Olga licked her lips. "He has been away for two weeks," Sara whispered to Taernius. "Ahhh," he said knowingly. Both couples spent the night fucking like rabbits in heat. in the morning Rolf collected the wood he owed Taernius. They said their regretful goodbyes and there were hugs all around, and more than a little fondling. Rolf and Sara assured the two travelers that the bed would be theirs any time they wanted it. Olga and Taernius assured them they would stop by if they ever passed nearby. With that the Princess and the Dildo Merchant headed south for Kaninth.