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Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 01

By: brooke



"What do you mean it's too small?" The Queen asked. "Thou must be telling untruths."

"Uh uh, mother." Replied the Princess Joy. "And why are you talking in such old language?"

"The Westernmarches are coming. You know how much of a stickler they are for the old ways. Me and your father the king decided to learn to talk like them." Her mother put her hand to her face. "You mean to say that thoust dress is too small?"

"'Thine', mother, and yes."

"I don't believe it. Couldst thou not have tried it on a little earlier?"

"Well, you see mother, I kinda forgot. I've been so busy studying recently that I find it hard to keep an eye on our social calendar. So this has all come up a little quickly. My boobs have grown a lot over the winter, and they keep trying to burst out of all my dresses. I guess that this was just a little too small. Are you sure I have to go to the banquet?"

The Queen pursed her lips. "You have been studying very hard darling. I'm glad we got that Elven tutor in for you. He certainly seems to have focused your mind." She looked at her daughter standing there with the ties of her dress open, her big boobs bursting out. Her jaw dropped. "Wow, I don't know where you got your genes from madam, but those things are huge!"

The Princess gave her a crooked smile. "Thank you mother."

"I'll have to loan you one of my own dresses. Maybe from when I was pregnant with your youngest brother. My boobs sure got big then."

"Wasn't that when you were cursed by the witch?" The Princess asked. "Mary, you can undo my dress now."

"Yes, and my body grew to twice its normal size. Your father certainly enjoyed that though. We had to employ a special Royal Corset Maker."

"I always wondered how that title came about." Mary the maid said as she unlaced the far too tight garment.

Prince Malcom, youngest son of the Westernmarches, did not know where to look. The dinner that was laid out in front of him was sumptuous. Breast of duck. Breast of pidgin. Breast of chicken stuffed with cheese. Breast of Princess...

The latter was certainly not for his consumption but he wished vehemently otherwise. The plump, firm, swelling breasts of the Princess of the Eastern Realm was laid out in front of him like her hill filled kingdom had been from the top of the tower that afternoon. Large peaks held within a wispy bit of thread that seemed to enhance rather than hide her bounteous lands. A cleavage so tight that one would be hard pressed to ride along the base of it. 

Malcom shifted awkwardly and turned his face back from the Princesses fine form to the fork in his hand. He wished that he had been sat slightly further down the table, but court etiquette seemed to demand that table placings were decided by drawing lots. Malcom had drawn to sit between his older brother, who was next to the head of the table, and his eldest sister, who was to his own right. Further down was his mother, then his father, then his youngest sister. 

The Princess also seemed to delight in teasing him, despite the fact that she was to be married to his eldest brother someday. The Prince turned his head to look at the King sitting at the head of the table. He was giving the usual official royal welcome speech. "Welcome, cousins of the Westernmarches, to our humble kingdom. We place at thine disposal our castle and the fruits of our bounteous lands. Please feel free to enjoy them as thou wish. If there is anything that thou wishest then thou must only ask and it will be provided."

"We thank thou, King Richard." Replied Malcom's father, a large booming man with a shock of red hair and arms the size of tree trunks. "Thine graciousness is most welcome in these dark days." He raised his mug to toast his opposite member. "To happier times once more."

They all raised their goblets, Malcom blushing as he heard the squeaking of the Princess' breasts in the entirely too tight dress. "To future alliances."

"To future alliances!" They all joined in.

After they had all drunk a fair swig from their goblets, the Princess set hers down and clapped her hands together in wild joy. 

Later that night, Joy crept along the corridor. She had replaced her formal gown with a simple negligee that fell from shoulder straps straight to her enormous breasts and then flared out, falling to just below her hips. Her long and strong legs, shaped by many years of horse riding, carried her swiftly as the silk of her gown billowed out behind her. 

The door came open easily under her hand and after looking around the corridor she slipped right inside. 

The room was dark, lit only by a candle next to the bed. A form was laying beneath the sheets and she could hear a rather fervent activity from within. A crooked smile crept across her face. She padded across the carpeted floor and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on her knees.

"Whatcha doing!?" She asked.

The covers flew back and a pair of wide eyes were visible. "Princess Joy! I was just... erm..." He spluttered. "Doing my nightly exercises.

"Nightly exercises? Oh, those sound good." She smiled, clapping her hands. "I am glad you are a very diligent Prince. I am sure that you look after the needs of your people."

"Yes, thou wouldst be correct." The young man nodded, trying to recover his composure. 

"Do you use any equipment for these exercises?" The Princess asked, batting her long black eyelashes at him. In this moment all he could stupidly think of was whether she used Kohl. He gulped.

Her hand roamed down over his naked body, pushing the heavy covers down with it. She hissed as his hardness popped out into the night air, big and strong. "Oh Gods!" She cried out. "Now that looks tasty!"

Malcom could not quite believe what he was hearing or experiencing. The hot, big breasted future wife of his brother was here in bed with him. She wanted him. "Oh Gods!" He echoed. "I want to fuck you so bad!"

He rolled over on top of her and pushed her strong young legs right apart.

"Then just do it, Malcom!" She begged, hunching her hips up at him in an obscene display of shameless list. "Fuck me! Fuck my slippery cunt! Fill me up with your cock!"

Joy was loving it. She could never get enough attention from men. Her Elven tutor had been screwing her since she turned 18, the age of majority. That was how he kept her attention so well in lessons. He would tutor her as his long thin cock pushed at her insides. Joy longed for a human cock though and one that was given hotly and given to her out of pure lust.

She loved that she had gotten the young man so worked up that he could not wait to plow her inky furrow.

Malcom was snorting in excitement as he lay atop her. He mounted her properly while mashing her lips with his own. She had beautiful, big, swollen lips and he loved the taste of them. Being no novice to bedroom games, as most Princes are not, he slid down between her eagrely parted thighs and slid his broad cock into her hot, sloppy box. 

Joy felt her pussy stretch around the gorgeous fuck meat of his dick. It was young and stiff and oh so filling. She bore down onto him as he rudely ferried open her pussy and pushed right deeply in. His pubic bone ground against her clit and she almost came right away.

"Oh Gods, you hot little stud, fuck my brains out!" She cried, tangling her hands into his hair and biting at his lips. 

"Okay, take this you little slut princess!" He grinned. Her nightgown was thrown up around her hips and their legs intertwined. Malcom slid his hands around her fleshy ass cheeks and plunged into her well juiced tightness. 

Sliding back and forth like two wild crazed animals, Malcom fucked her ferociously. Joy was loving how he stretched her out. She fucked back at his pounding dick as her nails lacerated his back. Her mouth was full of his tongue but still she begged him to fuck her more, harder, deeper. Soon they were fucking so hard she could feel the wetness of her pussy begin to froth like egg whites. She reached her arms up and gripped the top of the bed with her hands. Her back arched and her big breasts burst free of the flimsy material with a rip, groaning as they fell out. 

Malcom moaned as he saw the massive chunks of tit flesh presented for his very eyes. They were big, and firm, and tipped with nipples so pink they made his mouth water. Hunching his head down he began to suck and nibble on the perfect mounds. The nipples were about the shape and size of the tip of his small finger. He wrapped his lips around them and suckled, brining groans and moans of passion from the girl as her fingers gouged at his thrusting buttocks.

As far as Joy was concerned it was not possible to be fucked too hard. After the gentle treatment of her elven lover it was wonderful to have a real man. She had been craving a good hard fucking. Gentleness was not what she wanted at all, not tonight. She needed a fucking that would rattle her teeth out. She clung to the young man, pushing her hips at him with each of his own powerful thrusts. Her cunt was drenching his pounding cock with endless amounts of clear, frothy creamy. "Ohhhh... let me have iiiit! Fuck it to me! Fuck it!" The Princess, raised to the fineness of life, cried out. 

Malcom was doing that all right. Pile driving his thick cock into her squirming body. It was amazing how turned on she was. He had never known a girl be like this before. The servant girls he had been pounding since he reached his majority were simple, dead eyed creatures. This was a real sexy woman. She was squealing and groaning with delight. They infected each other and their voices lifted higher and higher, obscenities drifting from their lips as their bodies slapped together roughly. Like a stallion and a mare in a field, they went at it with bared teeth and yells and bites, totally carried away in their wild pleasure.

Joy knew that she could not take it any longer, and sure enough her body responded to his even as it shuddered with his wild impacts. As his sword piled in and out of her well oiled scabbard, she flooded with cream and arched towards him, her teeth finding his shoulder with a ferocious bite. She was crying in ecstasy as the amazing spasms of her milking cunt dragged at his cock flesh and she felt the first spurts of his own orgasm filling her. Locking her legs around his buttocks she held him close as he flooded her passage with his sizzling, burning cum. 

Collapsing on her the Prince rested his head on her giant boobs. His fingers pressed and squeezed at the tit flesh as he remembered their mesmeric fucking.

When she got her voice back Joy asked. "Prince Malcolm... do you think that your brother will fuck me like that?"

He coughed deep in his throat. The rumours doing the rounds at the palace of the Westernmarches indicated that his brother would have this girl pregnant by the end of the first week. Apparently his schlong was so long that many of the serving girls had problems walking the day after he had taken his pleasure. And then there were the rumours from the village that several of the young bastards were indeed filled with royal blood. Being an honest sort Malcom told Joy all this, much to her sounds of delight. Her hand was caressing and idly stroking his buttocks and he felt himself beginning to get hard once more.

"It sounds like I am going to be having a lot of fun at your castle, Prince Malcom..." She whispered happily.

They both jumped when the voice came from the doorway. "I am sure you will..."

Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 02



The Princess' cheeks burned with humiliation and excitement. She knew that she was excited by danger, but had so far never been caught. That was what had brought her here to the bedchamber of her future brother tonight. Now she was caught like a rat in a trap - or a whore in a Prince's bed. She felt the slickness of Malcom's deposit mixed with her own running from her gooey cunt slit and pooling on the mattress.

She was, she knew, a bit of a screamer. Her elven tutor had had to come up with some inventive ways to keep her quiet, or at least muffle her screams. So someone hearing her rather frenzied lovemaking style did not surprise her in the least even through the thick stone of the castle walls.

HE walked into the room in quite a simple crimson robe, embroidered on the breast with the Royal Crest of the Westernmarches in golden thread. HE carried in HIS hands a simple riding crop - a mere stick with a piece of leather attached to the end. "Thou art tumbling with my brother?" HE said, a cruel smile crossing HIS handsome features. 

Seeing no point in denying it Princess Joy looked at him and brazenly flashed him her most winning smile. "Yes."

"And thou hast no shame of it?" HE said, stepping to the edge of the bed. The riding crop slotted under her chin and lifted it so HE could look into her eyes as she answered HIM. 

"No shame at all. We're not married yet. I can sleep with who I like." She tossed back her hair that glowed so in the low candlelight of the chamber.

"Thou hast such strength... such magnificent defiance!" HE grinned from ear to ear, his eyes roving over her like HE was inspecting a prime breeding mare. He enjoyed the curve of her hips and the big beautiful swellings of her breasts. HE could see every inch of her body, from her neatly trimmed pubic hair down to the dimple of her bellybutton to the delicious pink tips of her nipples. HIS mouth watered and Joy could see the effect of her naked body, still flushed with the pinkness of wild abandoned sex, upon HIM.

She reached out and pulled upon the sash of HIS belt, revealing HIS large naked dick underneath. It was swollen like a snake but not yet at full hardness. Her movements caused her breasts to groan as they rubbed together. Malcom, forgotten at this moment, shifted himself back up the bed and hid his nudity. 

"How about we give you a preview of what you are to have when you are my Master?" She said, looking up at the older Prince through heavy lidded eyes. The heir to the throne nodded and bared his teeth. Leaning forward she licked the length of his tool. It came to swift erectness now under her tender ministrations. The young woman was a goddess with her soft lips and wet tongue. She licked and sucked at his big staff before engulfing it in her tight little mouth. "Mmmmph!" She said at it forced all of her air out of her . The bulging head filled her mouth and pressed against her teeth. She bobbed her head upon it as she snorted air through her nose. Climbing onto her hands and knees she jacked her ass in the air and took the base of HIS shaft in her hand. Her long fingers with their sharp fingernails were only just able to fit around the girth of it. The sheer big veined power of HIS mighty rod excited her. Pulling her mouth from it with an explosive pop she looked up at him. "O' my Prince, O' Master mine, you do have such a great big amazing cock!" Her eyes crossed over HIS tool as she jacked it lewdly in her smooth skinned hand. 

Malcolm meanwhile had a great view of her own cum drooling from the slutty Princess' slit as she waggled her perfect fleshy young ass at him. Her butt hole, presented for his viewing pleasure, was the same soft pink as her nipples and smooth and hairless. He wet his lips at the sight of it and his meat lurched into full hardness once more. His brother looked over at him and leered. "My lovely future wife is such a slut is she not, brother?"

"Oh certainly!" He cried. Malcom's hand moved unbidden to his own cock and he began to jack on it thoughtfully. His foreskin moved back and forth over his bloated, red and used cock head that was still slick with her wetness. 

Joy had meanwhile popped Prince Jack's cock back between her lips and was trying very hard to swallow as much of it as she possibly could. Jack felt it hit the back of her throat and her instant gag reaction. She struggled away from him. Raising the riding crop that he had originally brought to beat some sense into his little brother he cracked it down onto her upraised arse. "Suck it down, you fucking harlot! Show me the worship due your Master and I will be kind to you! You want to please me do you not?" 

Joy looked up from beneath her heavy lashes and nodded her head. A string of drool fell from her tightly stretched lips as she managed an "Uh-huh". Princess Joy redoubled her efforts on the young Prince's big meat. Never in the two years since his majority had Jack felt so much powerful suction. The girl was trying to pull the cum straight from his balls and down her needy gullet. Even as experienced as he was he knew he could not stand to this treatment for long. Yet he did not want to shoot his semen against the back of this willing girl's throat - he wanted to deposit his seed deep within her so it would grow into a new leader. 

Holding the top of her head the Prince stepped back until his dick popped from between her lips. Drool dripped from the end of it slapping onto the cold flagstones of the floor. She tried so hard to engulf it once more. She was crying and whimpering and looking up at him with big eyes that pleaded. "Let me have it Master! Please! I want your cum! Nothing but your cum!"

"No. I have far greater plans for my Royal semen. It will not be wasted." He brought down the whip upon her bottom again and the girl shuddered with pleasure. "You are to turn around and worship my brother's royal rod. You will work him until he provides the treat you so desperately seek."

The young woman nodded happily, scrabbling around on the sheet and pouncing on the younger of the two Princes. He looked shocked. He did not protest as she went to work on his dick. 

Princess Joy loved the taste of his fuck meat. It had a funky mixture of her own frothy juices and his inky cum upon it and she licked all of this off as though it were a flavoured ice. Her soft lips and questing tongue drove the young man to distraction and held him there. He looked over her upraised ass to see his own brother looking on with rapt attention. Certainly his new sister would lead to some very interesting times at Castle Westernmarch. He lay back upon the feathered pillows and enjoyed her attentions, wondering what his brother had planned. 

All the while Prince Jack was whipping her upraised bottom, using the whip to caress her cheeks and lips and the wetness in between. He loved everything from her tight little asshole to her open and drooling cunt. He wanted to taste it, to eat her out and sample the dusky warmth of her asshole.

Malcom was enjoying her sucking, powerful mouth entirely. Her hand played with his balls. She dragged her sharp nails across the tightly drawn up skin of his scrotum and sent shivers through his body. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and jerked it passionately into the wetness of her mouth. She scratched backwards and began to play with his royal buttocks and asshole. How he groaned at this attention, at the probing sharpness of her nails as she played with his tight rear bung. No girl had done this to him before but he found that he liked it so much he drew his legs further apart. All the while the thought going through young Malcom's head was - "What does Jack have planned?" He soon learned when Princess Joy lifted back her head. His cock dropped from her lips and she let out a cry that was as fevered as it was blasphemous. "Oh fuck yes! Gods! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!" She then went back to work on his pole, doubling her efforts. He could feel her lips moving back and forth across the meat of his pole as his brother thrust into her from behind. She took it all into her mouth and his cock head hit the back of her tight little throat. All the while she was moaning and the thrumming of her tongue and throat sent Malcolm very quickly toward the end.

Prince Jack had worried about the implications of plunging into the tight recesses of his future wife's cunt. After all what was the Royal priority about fucking a pussy that his own brother had already filled with semen? Jack normally liked his women to be bathed and cleaned before they came to his bed. He enjoyed the perfume as he tied them down and played games of pleasure and pain upon their bodies. To push into a channel already so slick with his own kin's deposit was alien to him.

He found that he need not have been concerned. Malcom's cock had done nothing more than lubricate the way. His brother did not have a bad size of meat but at the same time he was nowhere near Jack's girth nor length. His little brother had merely opened up the way for him. Jack got all the fun of screwing the slut Princess without the hassle of having to turn her on first. In fact she seemed as willing as a mare in heat to accept his dick and he could do nothing but oblige her. His first thrust buried half his sword within her scabbard. By the tenth stroke he was buried deep within in. It appeared that he need not worry about hurting this ravishing young thing as she was more than willing to take him on. He wondered momentarily whether she would be as willing to explore other avenues with him; then he forgot about all that and concentrated on pounding her with his blessedly large dick.

Dear reader, one can imagine the scene now. The younger brother laying back on the bed, his legs splayed wide, the feather pillow behind his back. He is naked as the day he was born and his smooth firm skin glows under the torches. His older brother is at the other end of the bed, whip in hand, buried balls deep within the sex of the tight young Princess between them. She appears like nothing more than a spit roast pig happily snorting between them. Her fleshy upraised buttocks are being slapped and played with by the whip of the older brother. Her lips are stretched around the cock of the younger. Her finger probes the asshole of the Prince she sucks. Her other hand rents and tears at the sheets, ripping them to shreds. She is cuming and bucking so hard that there is no way she can stand more. Her body is quickly tiring despite her youthful enthusiasm. She need not have worried. Both brothers were fine young men but could hold back no longer. Both sets of Royal bollocks pulled up into both sets of Royal groins. The Princess Joy was delivered to both ends what she had formerly only been seeking at one. Her taste buds were assaulted by a thick whiteness with a flavour of game meat. Her womb received its second dosing of Royal silver for the night. She shook and sucked and clamped down with all of her might. She wanted all that the two young men could give her. Her eyes were closed and her big breasts rubbed together so hard that they groaned. The sound was accompanied by the slickness of both of her sets of lips upon Royal dickmeat. The air was filled with heat and the scent of Royal fluids. The cum boiled out of her pussy but she wasted not a drop with her mouth. She took all that they could give and asked for more.

The three collapsed.

As morning stole through the chamber window it found Princess Joy laying between the prostrate forms of her two brother lovers. Malcolm, the youngest, lay to her left side with his lips upon her pink Royal nipple. Jack lay to her right with his lips similarly fastened. Despite their earlier belief that they would not be able to cum any further that evening both men had served her admirably twice more. The first had been as frenzied a fuck as earlier, with both brothers taking their turns within her pussy and mouth. The second had been far gentler, with Jack servicing her cunt while Malcom fucked her face. She was fully satisfied this morning. 

As they sucked her boobs she lay with a hand on each of their asses, stroking the tight clinging cleft between their buttocks with her long nails. The dawn light woke her from her reverie and she sat bolt upright suddenly. "I must get back to my chambers!"

Both Princes tried to pull her back down to the bed between them. She shrugged them off. "You do not understand! If my maid comes this morning to wake me then she will find me gone. If she finds me gone then she will raise the alarm. If she raises the alarm there will be a search. If there is a search I will be found here. If I am found here my reputation will be ruined. If I am ruined then your Royal father the King of the Westernmarches will not accept me as a bride for his Prince Jack. If that happens there will be no more nights like the last ever again!"

Both of them saw the sense of her words and let her out of bed. The young woman bent over giving them both a fantastic view of her young ass and pussy (which was now quite red and sticky) as she retrieved her nightgown from the floor. She shrugged into it and found that despite a rip on the hip it was still serviceable. Doing up the ties to hide her beautiful large breasts proved to be quite difficult but she managed it nonetheless. 

The Princess Joy gave both men a long tongue kiss. Prince Malcom first felt her probing oral digit upon his. HE felt it second. They both enjoyed the taste of her wet willing mouth even when they realised what that taste probably was. Skipping, her breasts creaking together in their all too brief prison, she gave them a cute little wave and left the chamber.



Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 03



The witch stood next to the scrying bowl. Her body was tall and far more long limbed than was natural. She had long strong legs encased in thigh high leather boots that were decorated with chains. Her upper thighs were bare and her hips and crotch encased in a soft wisp of silk. Her midriff was likewise naked to the level of her ribs, and then the rest of her body was encased in a tight black and red corset that showed more than it hid. She was small of breast but her cleavage was pushed up and together. Her upper arms were bare and covered in tattoos. Her lips were soft and full, deep red in color, and succulent as a fresh apple. From the lips downward she was a vision of every man's dream. From the lips up she looked like every deepest nightmare. She was old of face, grey of hair and eyes. Her face was long and bony with creases around her eyes and fabulous lips. Her nose was long, thin and sharp. Her gaze held a malevolent glint.

She leant over the silver bowl, leaning close to peer deep within. The young men chained to the wall were all given a view of her tight buttocks separated only by the thinnest string of a thong. They grew hard once more as they did with any sexual thought. 

"Interesting... the Princess has taken both of the Westernmarch Princes into her pussy already. She is further along the Path than I had thought. You have done well!"

The figure that stood next to her was tall, graceful, with pointed ears. He was perfectly naked. No visitors to the Dark Tower were permitted to wear even a stitch of clothing within its walls. His body was totally hairless apart from the long silken strands that fell around his shoulders. He was slim but muscular and his skin glowed with a faint green shimmer that highlighted his perfect condition. His buttocks were high and firm and his nipples pierced and studded with black gems. His cock was long and thin and lay curled against his inner thigh. His testicles were so small that they were barely noticeable. 

"I seek only to serve madame. The plan was entirely yours."

She laughed and enjoyed the show presented to her. "By the Gods themselves she is a thirsty one. She seeks to drain them of every drop of life that she can."

A cruel smile ticked at the corner of the males beautiful lips. "The Princess Joy is a nymphomaniac just like her mother. I am glad that you are finally gaining your revenge."

"Yes revenge it is and revenge is a very serious business. It does not mean that I cannot enjoy the show. Though it drains my resources greatly to keep the connection open for long periods of time." She waved a hand at the bowl showing her long black painted nails. "Will you look at that slut? She is Taking one of them in her mouth and another in her pussy again. It makes me quite wet." Her hand went to the soft material at her groin and she lewdly rubbed her pussy underneath. The male could hear her slick juices. "When is she due to leave for the Westernmarch?"

"Castle gossip says that it will be a year, possibly two."

"Until then you are going to have your work cut out for you. Her carnal lusts are going to be difficult to satisfy."

"I am sure that I can find ways to entertain her." He tossed his long hair pridefully.

"Certainly I know you can. It was a longer time than normal before I grew tired of you warming my bed." She favoured him with a full lipped smile. "Still, I will bring that time forward somewhat. The resources at my disposal are growing by the month. I will soon have enough power to reach into the Royal Palace with more than just my sight. I will have back that which was once mine."

The image in the bowl flickered and then went out. The witch cursed loudly. "I am going to have to get myself a new batch of suppliers. These are growing old and infertile. I cannot have my fun so prematurely ended." She had continued to rub herself and had felt a rush of power building within her. This surprised her. She was not easily moved to such levels of passion. Maybe the Princess Joy had some magic of her own. Certainly the old witch desired her more than she would care anyone to know. 

"Before you go would you be a dear and help me refill the bowl?" She asked while batting her eyelashes at him. 

"I would be charmed." He smiled warmly. Taking a terracotta jug from a shelf he moved over to one of the young men around the walls. The witch did likewise. The men were all human and entirely naked. They were staked out as though they were doing star jumps with their arms and legs akimbo. Their bodies were naked even down to the hair on their heads. Magic had been used to increase the size of their balls to obscene proportions. Both witch and Elf (for that was what he was, dear reader) knelt each began to fondle the sack of their chosen one. The male figure began to suck and lick at the shaft, while the witch poked out her red tongue and ran it over the flared cockhead of the man before her. She licked him until he was all slick and looked up at him with her evil eyes from her the fringe of her white hair. "Tanas, are you going to give me a nice big steaming load of cum this time? I was so disappointed last time when you did not even manage to fill one jar. There was a time when you could fill three for me!" She cackled. Her hand pulled on his cock lewdly as she used her free hand to release her breasts and rub them against his balls. Tanas shuddered and his chains clicked loudly. Opening her succulent lips she slid them over his highly erect shaft and gobbled his meat down while slurping all of the way.

Even tied to the wall as they were it was not long before the young men began to stir and their balls began to boil. Both the witch and the Elf were experts with their hands and mouths. Balls grew heavy in sacks and perfect young bodies began to shudder. Both witch and Elf pulled off their cocks at the same time and stood, wanking at the dick before them with all of their might. The cock heads flared open and shot stream after stream of sticky cum into the upheld terracotta jars. The men howled despite themselves and shuddered in their irons. The Elf felt some of the warm liquid run down the back of his thumb and, without thinking, lifted it to his lips and sucked off the tasty treat. The witch cackled at him. "Oh you do so love cum don't you?"

His perfect teeth glinted as he smiled. "Always."

...

Princess Joy was slipping back to her chambers that morning when she ran into her tutor, Master Woodsong. The Elf was standing in an alcove looking somewhat distracted. Despite her state of undress she slipped in with him and planted her lips onto his. Surprisingly he tasted warm, musky and somewhat familiar. His hands went to her fleshy young ass. "Now Wood... be good!" She breathed heavily. "We would not want to get caught here!" Without exchanging a further word the voluptuous young woman bounced out giggling.



Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 04



The Queen sat back from her easel. She put a finger to her lips and considered the angle of the final line she was about to ink into being. Her subject lay nervously on the fainting couch. He was staring away into the distance. The view of the castle grounds was spread out below him but he desperately hoped that he could not be seen through the window. His young cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and nervousness. His black hair was cut short to his head and his intelligent brown eyes, those of a puppy dog, twinkled nervously in the light. The pose that the Queen had chosen for him was nonchalant, positive, almost lewd. He held up in his hand a ripe succulent apple as though he was about to take a bite from it. The curve of his arm showed muscles hardened by his work on the stable yard. His chest was hairy with brown nipples and suntanned skin. His hips were thin and strong from the many hours he spent in the saddle each day, his thighs muscular enough to almost ripple in his pose. One of his legs was pulled up and bent at hip and knee. The other hung casually to the floor. His cock, warmed by the sun to be large and full between his legs, lay against his inner thigh. Not erect it was still sizeable and was very pleasant to look at beneath his scraggly patch of black pubic hair. There was further hair between his legs around his lush young scrotum with its balls the size of robins eggs, and back around the tight coming together of his firm young buttocks. 

The Queen licked her lips absently as she drew in the loose folds of his foreskin, her eyes moving with not-quite-professional interest from paper to young man and back. She sat back and sighed happily. "There!" She said, setting down the charcoal stick upon the table next to her. "The outline is finished. In a couple of days we will have your young form recorded for all time."

She grinned and winked at the young man. Queen Beatrice had always been quite a dab hand with the paints and easel. She had found that when she married King John the opportunities for her to paint her favourite subject - nudes - had opened up immensely. At first the young men and women of the court had been shy to accept her offers of a portrait. There had been a few minor scandals. Now it was widely accepted to be painted by the Queen. In fact it was considered an honour. The fact was, dear reader, that the Queen was a highly accomplished painter. Her name signed upon the base of a portrait could turn it from a minor masterpiece to a priceless object of art. Twice a year she held viewings of her private

gallery,

where every portrait was framed sympathetically and differently. It took her two weeks to produce each portrait and she never seemed to tire of the pursuit, spending at least four hours each day upon it. If she was asked she would answer "What else is there for a Queen to do? Certainly one could spin. There are many women of the Kingdom who do nothing but this. Spinning and darning and tapestry are for those who wish to copy greatness. I choose to indulge my own inner muse by creating something new and different."

This she accomplished with abandonment. Ask any viewer of her fine portraits of their quality and they could not deny they were the finest that one could ever lay eyes upon. In four months time this young stable lad's parents would be brought in from the countryside and would marvel at the work: the sensitivity of the brush strokes, the eye for proportion, the sheer attention to detail, the depth of color used. It would be impossible for them not to. If she had not been the Queen, Beatrice would have been making a very fine living by selling her skills to the highest bidder.

The streams of stable lads and warriors and blacksmiths and seamstresses and dress makers and brewers that petitioned each year to be painted by the Queen was endless. If any member of the Kingdom was called upon to the Queen's private studio they would drop everything and rush immediately to appear upon the walls of her studio.

Of course the Queen, being a powerful woman who had just hit upon her fortieth year, chose only the best subjects. She waved her hand royally to the eighteen year old lad upon the couch to beckon him over. "Come here and look!" She said. Her eyes were bright and excited as they always were when she painted. As he came to stand next to her he could not help but admire her work. Jim the stable boy had never before seen himself in the flesh but he knew that she had the proportions entirely right. 

"W-wow!" He stammered, looking down at the Queen. She was dressed this day in her painting clothes. A black tunic, cut to show the top of her breastbone and the softness of her shoulders, fell to her knees. Her legs were bare underneath this; her feet encased in black court shoes. The swell of her breasts was visible through the thin silken fabric as they rose and fell with her excited breaths. Jim gulped as he realised that she was wearing no hosiery beneath the sheer material, her nipples erect in her obvious excitement. 

"I shall paint a shadow across here to accentuate your chest and hips... and here I shall use an ochre brown... and here I shall dab chocolate brown for your eyes... and here I shall place a vase of roses to signify love... and I shall reflect them in your skin right here..." She was talking so happily that Jim was entranced by her beauty. His nervousness at being naked around the Queen died and he felt at ease. As he listened he breathed in her subtle scent of rose. It was not powdery like some cheap tavern wenches but alive and warm; as though someone had dripped dewdrops from a flower straight onto her skin. 

What a wonder her skin was. It was soft and smooth. There were small creases at the corners of her eyes but the rest of her face was flawless. She had a small button nose and lips that, unpainted, were a soft curve of welcoming pink. As he looked down Jim realised that he could see somewhat down her tunic. Her breasts were not overly large but widely spaced. As she looked up at him with those sapphire eyes Jim coughed and turned his attention back to the portrait.

"Iiiit... is very f-fine your l-ladyship." Jim had always had a stammer to his voice. In truth he was a bright lad but it took him a long time to come to a conclusion. The stammer allowed him to form his thoughts and lent him a shy charm that had so many chambermaids seeing his company.

"Do you really think so?" Asked the Queen.

"Y-yes." Replied the lad. He then halted. He coughed once more. A soft touch ran along the shaft of his cock and he bit his lip to stifle a groan. The Queen took up talking again as she absent-mindedly ran her cool hand and fingers over his rapidly hardening manhood. Her touch was so brief and light that she almost appeared to not know she was doing it, as though she was fondling the hilt of a table knife while discussing affairs of State with a diplomat. She talked in length about how the composition of this painting was meant to echo that of a painting of some long-dead saint; about how she would be mixing ancient colors using almost forgotten techniques that she had unearthed in a book only last week; about how this may take longer than her other paintings but it would be worth it. 

When Jim was fully erect the Queen wrapped her hand around the girth of his penis and pulled back the skin. His foreskin moved back to reveal his giant purple cockhead. She stopped talking about the piece and turned her head to look up at him. Her eyes met with his and she winked girlishly. Her gaze roved over him as though truly seeing him for the first time. Jim gulped. There was an astonishing hunger in those eyes that he had never seen before. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and heard his pulse in his ears. Her eyes stopped upon his dick and her look become one of pure hunger. 

What does one say when the Queen of the Realm is standing there looking at your cock like the most experienced whore in the house? What would YOU say dear reader? Jim the stable boy decided to cover his confused excitement with a deep throated groan. 

"Most interesting," Commented the Queen. "You are a lot bigger hard than you were soft. Maybe I should paint you with an erect penis. That could certainly be a challenge. I would have to make very close observations." With this she leant in and placed a warm lipped kiss upon the very head of his dick, just where the hole was beginning to leak pre-cum. She licked her lips as though savouring the taste of the finest caviare.

"Mrs... Lady... Q-queen... errr... are you sure this is e-entirely... errr?" Asked poor confused Jim.

"Entirely... what?" Asked the Queen in her regal accent as she gently moved her hand up and down his shaft as though feeling the ripeness of bananas. 

"Correct? Y-your husband the K-king?" Jim flushed as red as the roses she was offering to put in his picture.

The Queen still had her eyes crossed on his pole. The corner of her mouth tweaked upwards. "My husband the King is probably screwing one of the maids right now. What do you think we Royals do all day? We do not have to work for our money and after a few years affairs of State become a little dull. We can indulge ourselves especially on a beautiful summers day such as this. If I want a little cock... or a BIG one... well, you ARE one of my SUBJECTS." She said with a commanding tone in her voice.

Jim did not know what to say to that. Instead he moaned as she leaned in and sucked at the head of his cock with her perfect pink lips. "Or are you complaining?" Beatrice said as she leaned back, removing her hand and leaving him lurching in the air.

"N-no!" He cried out despite himself.

"Goooooooood." Moaned the Queen in her low, breathy voice. Her lips - oh her lips! - went tight around the head of his big dick meat and she sucked him with all of her might.

Jim wondered how long he might last. For as most young men Jim had plenty of stamina but very little control. The sheer amazing technique that the Queen was working upon his turgid meat was guaranteed to drive him over the edge very quickly. When she cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them he flinched, but the warm soft skin of her palm upon his tightly draw up sack sent shivers through his body. The noises that her regal mouth was making upon his cock were so lewd - she sucked and smacked even as she hummed to vibrate his cock. She inched down it until it was all within her clinging oral cavity and his bloated cock head was lodged firmly in her throat. All the while she looked up at him with those big sapphire eyes. She seemed to be begging for his spunk and he felt it burning in his testicles. Jim knew that soon he would end.

Just at the moment when his orgasm was almost upon him Beatrice stood and pulled her painting tunic over her head with a single fluid movement. For a forty year old woman who had given birth to four children her body had been touched very lightly by the ravages of time. Her breasts were large without much sag, perfect pink nipples sitting atop them like jewels on a crown. Her stomach was rounded not to fat but to health and pierced with a gem. Her hips were wide and a little fleshy, as were her thighs. Her pubic triangle was shaved to an arrow head that pointed at her thick dewy lips. She giggled and turned for him, showing him the globes of her fleshy ass that had only just begun to creep down her legs. A freckle, so perfect and brown, dotted the bottom of the left cheek. 

Turning back to him the Queen twined her arms around his neck and pushed her voluptuous body against his firm muscular chest. Jim's cock became trapped up between them. His eyes were watering. He could not bring himself to believe quite what was happening. He was about to speak but the Queen silenced him with a kiss. The kiss tasted of his own precum mixed with cherries, and as she pushed her lithe tongue between his lips he decided he did not care a single bit.

His instincts kicked in. They were no longer Queen and loyal subject; neither were they a teenaged man and a woman a couple of years older than his own mother. They were two animals ready to do what animals did when they such a powerful attraction. Picking her up Jim carried Queen Beatrice over to the fainting couch and lay her upon it. Her legs had gone around his waist and their groins ground together, but when he set her down the canny stable lad dived between her thighs. She was already

wet

but he had an urge to rub his face into her Royal juices and play with her clit with his tongue. This he did with great knowledge. The girls who had tutored him to play this kind of game had taught well. Jim's tongue flickered across her horny love bean as he drove his finger into her clinging snatch. The Queen shivered and then squealed loudly, her head folding back over the arm of the couch and her feet settling on his shoulders. Her snatch tasted of rose perfume and warm peaches and her juices dribbled down his chin and wrist. The wetness of the Queen astonished him.

"Oh Jim, my pretty Jim, my stable lad... don't stop! Treat me as a prized stallion would treat his mare. I am yours Jim!" Called out the Queen. She began to move her fleshy hips and his tongue was dragged across her lush valley from clit to hole to asshole and back. Her ass was clean and funky and Jim soon found himself making his way back and forward to enjoy the full delights of her Royal personage.

Just as Beatrice thought she could take no more the lad took his cock in his hand and guided it into her clinging box. She had worked herself back to the peak of sexual perfection after the birth of the Princes and Princesses, and while her cunt was well used it was strong as well. He plunged his girth full deep into it eliciting a wail of passion from her. Beatrice's hands grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in. Her nails scratched his taut young skin. He folded and placed his lips upon her mouth giving her a taste of her own sweet cooze.

Jim could hold back no longer and began to plough the Queen with long hard strokes. Her big soft breasts shook; her eyes rolled back; her heels hooked behind his shoulders; she pulled him in tight to her clinging wetness. Jim hunched his his and fucked into her none the less. 

As is ever the case he did not last for long. The stable lad was soon decorating the inside of the Queen with floods of his sticky goodness. He threw back his head and pushed his cock so deep into her that she wondered his bloated balls did not get sucked up inside her as well.

The Queen, a very experienced woman, reached around behind him. With one of her long nails she tickled his tight little asshole to further his orgasm. He collapsed onto her chest with his face resting on her boob and his meat still very much locked inside her. 

After a short while of resting Beatrice slipped from under the young man and picked up a wine cup. Spreading her legs and squatting over it she pushed out his cum so that it ran like a waterfall from between her lips. The young man watched in sheer bemusement as she did this. When she had finished she took a cloth and rubbed herself dry, giving him a wry look from her sapphire eyes. "Although that was very fun, Jim, I am not sure my husband would be happy to find that he was to be the father of a baby with black hair and brown eyes. It may raise a few eyebrows around court."

The stable lad blushed and nodded. He was very aware of how odd the situation was and now felt very naked. How did he deal with having just fucked the Queen? What did someone say at a time like that? Instead he sat up and did what many men would do - admire her beauty. The Queen was leaning over the easel with her heavy boobs hanging forward and hair tumbling over her naked shoulders, comparing him now to the figure sketched before her. "You are much more handsome after sex Jim. I shall have to screw this up and start all over again!" Laughing she pulled on her tunic and sat back down to return to work.

***

Beatrice turned and spat into the cup. The white fluid was halfway up the side now. Standing she gave Jim a warm sloppy kiss so that he could taste himself once more in her mouth and then patted him on the ass. The young man did up his trews and left in a confused air.

Laughing low to herself the Queen turned and examined the cup thoughtfully. The magic that she had learned recently was certainly taxing to the body. Jim was a lot more considerate than many of her other young lovers whom had left her sore for days afterwards. Sex Magic was very old and powerful, the ingredients rare and hard to come by. They had to be given freshly each time a spell was to be performed. The first concoction she had learned had been a potion of forgetfulness. This she slipped into a glass of wine and fed to each of her rapacious lovers. By the time he reached the stable yard Jim would remember nothing but a warm fuzzy feeling much akin to that of having been asleep. He would swear that all she had done was to draw him.

The second concoction, spread upon the grapes she had fed him from her naked body, would make his balls grow and fill more swiftly than even the youngest man was capable of. When she fucked him next he would provide enough spunk to fill the goblet entirely. For now though the small amount of fluid would have to do.

Taking the cup Beatrice moved into the private chamber she had found as a teenager within the wall of the studio. It was dark and she lit a single candle before pouring the mixed fluids of herself and the stable boy into a silver dish upon a stone pedestal. She stripped out of her tunic so that she stood naked in the cold of half-dark. Murmuring the words of magic over the bowl she watched within the ink-thick substance as images began to form. Watching the images she idly licked a drop of Jim's slick sperm from the back of her hand where it had splashed.

***

The spell finished. The candle had guttered out and the Queen found herself in complete darkness. Picking up the bowl in both hands she drained it. The thickness of Jim's inky, spent out cum slid down her gullet. Smacking her lips she giggled. At least the stuff tasted good! She made sure she finished it all before going to dress for dinner.



Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 05



"Taken, you say?" Asked the King.

"Yes your highness." The Royal warden bowed low. His face was flushed with blood and he gasped for breath. 

"Stolen away in the night?" Asked the King.

"They must have been your highness. We found this, " he held up an arrow fletched with a single black raven feather. "It was in Prince Michael's bedroom. We searched the castle high and low for the two Princes but neither of them can be found anywhere. This is as sure as a note highness."

The King stood from his Royal bath. The water cascaded over his naked body and he reached for a towel with one powerful arm. The King was in his mid-forties now. Though he was still a strong man the hard muscles of his campaigning years had been covered by a pleasant layer of fat. Drinking too much beer had left him with a pronounced belly that hung down above his Royal cock. He was not a tall man but he was imposing as an act of his Royal upbringing. Every one of his moves spoke of power and self confidence.

The warden was a man who enjoyed the company of women; but like most long serving soldiers did not object to that of men. He thought the King a handsome man with his red-brown hair that clung to his head and spread from beneath his arms and between his legs. 

The King towelled quickly, standing with his legs apart so that his royal scrotum hung down between his thick thighs and his Royal cock bobbed with each movement. "We need to widen the search." He said, his voice booming deeply in the large bathing chamber. The walls were covered with fragments of tile that glittered in the glow of candles. 

"Yes your highness." The warden bowed, licking his lips. His eyes could not move from the cock of the man in front of him. There was something very attractive about the rod. Whether it was the width or the largeness of the head Warden Davie could not decide. Either way, he thought to himself idly, as with the man, so the equipment.

"And Davie?" 

Turning to go Davie halted. 

"Yes, your highness?"

"Leave the arrow."

"Yes Highness."

He took a step.

"And Davie?" 

"Yes Highness?"

"Next time, don't stare at my cock. It's disturbing."

Davie flushed bright red and rushed from the room to the sound of deep, booming laughter.

***

The head of the valley was deeply forested with trees that stood lush and green against the magical colors of the rapidly darkening night. A troop of figures rode up the steep incline, spurring their beautiful mounts into powerful action. The two lead figures - a woman and an elf - both had their hair unbound so that it flowed out behind them in a glossy curtain. 

Dear reader, I realise until this point I have been sparse with details about the Princess Joy. In truth it is difficult for me to write a description of her. How does one describe the color of hair that could in some lights appear shimmering blond, in others sunset auburn, and at night the cloak of deepest black? How does one begin to set to paper eyes the colour of emeralds that can shimmer at a moments notice and become pure sapphires? She was not the tall thin build of a country farmers daughter, honed to perfection by work in the fields; instead she had the curvy build of one accustomed to the finer things in life. Her breasts, as we know, were large and firm; her hips wide and fleshy; and her waist narrow enough to give her an hourglass figure without the appearance of being malnourished. Her skin was soft and well looked after, brushed and moisturised each day so that it gleamed brightly. Her legs wrapped around the belly of the horse and squeezed strongly. She was dressed this day in riding breeches. A red tunic that fell to mid-thigh slit was slit the hips and had a modestly high neckline. Her breasts had been bound down for a hard day of riding and appeared small than their natural size. Her boots were practical leather, lined with fur that peeked over the top. Gold chains encased her legs to hold the material of her breeches tight against her muscles. She had at her waist a dagger and an axe that clinked with each movement.

Her companion was the Elf, Woodsong. His long black hair was tied back with a leather thong. He was dressed entirely in green - tunic and breeches and boots. His proud green cloak trailed behind him as his horse cantered. His hairless face was set in a warm smile as he beheld the lands that had once been his home and would be once more.

Woodsong drew his horse to a halt. "At the top of the ridge is the entry to Elventhar, the land of my people."

"Do you really think that some of your people would have taken my brothers, Tutor Woodsong?" Asked Joy without looking at him. Her gaze was fixed on the edge of the lush green trees beneath the clear blue skies. 

"We Elves are ever chaotic your Highness. I know that your father fears for your safety with even me. That is why he sent the guards along." A green gloved hand gestured at the royal rangers that had ventured along with them. "Although I do admit I am rather surprised he allowed you to come too."

"My father believes it is time I receive more than book learning for my future role. I will be dealing with your people often and also those of many other lands. Father says that I need to be aware of the different customs of many lands."

Woodsong laughed low beneath his breath. "And you have ways of persuading him to allow you anything you want."

Her big beautiful lips turned up in a warm smile. She battered her eyelids at him. "Could YOU refuse me anything, Woodsong?"

"Certainly not Princess." He dipped his head in a bow and then put spurs to his frothy stallion. "We must move if we are to reach the camp in time for the evening entertainments."

Joy raced after him, giggling loudly as she attempted to out ride the fleet elven steed. The guardsmen, old heads who had seen many battles, rolled their eyes at one another and followed more sedately.

***

They rode beneath the trees. There was a lush carpet of moss and dappled shadows in the late afternoon sun. Woodsong pulled them to a halt with a raised hand and stepped down gracefully from his horse. 

"So, Lady Joy, how much do you remember of your education about the Elves."

"Oh, everything, Master Woodsong. You know that I have a good memory." The Princess likewise dismounted and stood kicking at the soft earth with her boot. She had the painful expression that always came to her face when she was forced to think too hard - a cross between a squint and a pout.

"So take a guess at what I am about to say."

"We are here in the Elf forests. I am guessing that the Weeping Willow over there denotes the edge of the lands claimed by your people. It is late in the day and the breeze is blowing that way so I guess that they have already been made aware of our presence by their forest cousins, if they did not spy us from afar with magic, or know that we were coming because of the messenger that my father sent. So I think you are pointing to the custom of "eiaEou" whereby all visitors to Elven lands must appear..."

Her pretty hands with their long nailed fingers began to unhook the eyes of her tunic. Woodsong waved to the guards with his hand and also began to remove his own clothes. Every set of eyes in the clearing were riveted to Joy as she removed her clothes even as each man stripped from his. She shucked out of her tunic with a swish of her hair to reveal the simple, gold threaded blouse underneath. The toggle buttons on this came underdone easily to reveal her bound breasts. The material wrapped around her was pure white and slightly gauzy in nature, and it tightly hugged the big bountiful breasts that she had been blessed with. Grinning softly to herself she undid her sword belt and began to unwrap the golden chairs from around her long, supple legs. As she bent down her breasts strained against the material of their wrappings. Every man in the clearing could hear the fabric groaned as it struggled to contain those big, firm knockers. Several of them were already sporting erections that made it hard to get out of their pants. Next the Princess kicked off her boots and stood barefooted upon to soil of the clearing. Her toes dug into the moss and she wiggled them and giggled, dancing a full circle. Her strong thumbs hooked into the waistband of her breeches and she lowered them down her long legs, showing how smooth and naked her skin was. She was wearing a simple loincloth underneath that was as white as her breast bindings.

The clearing took a deep breath as she unbound her beautiful tits. As the last fold fell away the huge melons dropped slightly but settled firmly upon her chest. Her little pink nipples, each the size of the tip of a small finger, pointed slightly upwards as the truly amazing rack sat like two eggs yolks upon her curvy frame. Giggling at the attention she was getting, her face flushed, Princess joy dropped her clout to reveal the neatly trimmed bush of her delectable young pussy and the creamy soft white globes of her perfect, fleshy young ass. Bouncing on her toes now she tucked all of her clothing into the saddlebags of her mount. She made sure that each of the men got a good, long look at the strong muscles of her legs and the curve of her backside. Turning she saw that the plan had worked so well - each of the men in the clearing was sporting a firm hard-on. Her eyes twinkled. "You are all standing to attention - as only befits a royal Princess." She giggled, before climbing up onto her horse again. The curve of her leg flexed to show a powerful muscle as she pushed herself dexterously across its back. Each man breathed out a sigh of lust as he saw the soft padded pink lips of her tasty young quim when she cocked up her leg to boost herself onto the mare's back. 

Woodsong was grinning with a slightly strange quirk to his lips. He sported an erection of his own but had little trouble getting onto his own stallion. The guardsman fared a lot worse and it was several minutes before they were all mounted once more. Princess Joy watched with a sad amusement - she wished so much that she could help some of them with their problems; the cock on the oldest of the guardsman was as thick around as her own wrist and one of the younger ones had a tool that tickle her royal taste buds with its circumcised head. She licked her lips slowly but knew that it would not be long before she had some action of her own. 

The shapely young woman followed Woodsong from the clearing into the depths of the forest with very lustful ideas in her fast thinking mind.

***

They rode for maybe an hour through the trees before they encountered the first Elves. In this hour the mood of the group had completely changed from the businesslike attitude with which they had set out upon the road. The gait of the Princess' mare and her perfect seat caused her buttocks to sway back and forth beneath the curve of her waist. The swells of her breasts were clearly visible from behind, and the smooth curtain of her glossy hair twitched back and forth in its braid. The guardsmen were completely held entranced by the vision before them and had, in truth, stopped paying attention to anything but. The Princess herself meanwhile was enjoying the rather sensual sensation of the supple leather of her saddle rubbing against her young quim. It dragged her lips back and forth against each other and soon she became deliciously moist, the slickness running down the saddle. The scent of her tight young pussy filled the air around her and, as the breeze was blowing into her face, carried the delicious scent back to the nostrils of the guards. Her face was bright and her eyes glowing, her cheeks red with the excitement that built in her young loins.

"Damn, " She thought to herself, "If we don't get there soon I'm going to cum!"

And she was not sure she could hide that from the men around her. The men she desperately wanted but was unable to have. The thought of having a wild orgy with them was just tantalising her horny mind when the Elves dropped from the trees above.

The huntsmen dropped from the trees, two to either side of the animal track that was serving as a pathway. Her lusty thoughts of moments before not quite forgotten, Princess Joy got her first sight of Elves in the wild. There were three men and one woman. The four were all of a muchness - like Woodsong they had long dark hair that fell to the middle of their backs. Their skin had a faint green pallor and their eyes and eyes a slightly pointed curl at the tips. They were all tall and willowy with long strong muscles. Each wore a leather loincloth, thigh high boots and a dagger at their hip. Each held a bow in one fist, an arrow ready to be notched back in the other hand. The woman had bare breasts that were so small there were mere swellings on her deftly muscular chest. Her nipples were pierced with red gems, while two of the men sported blue. The other, slightly older (if such a thing can be said of Elves) male had adorned himself with green. Each had a small individual tattoo on their lower belly just where the skin met the loincloth.

The two men with blue gems raised their bows. The one with green pierced nipples stepped forward to speak. The woman loitered near the back, her violet eyes half closed as she eyed first Woodsong, then Princess Joy.

"Halt!" Called the man. Joy's jaw dropped. His every movement was pure poetry and his voice was soft but commanding. His very words seemed to speak of an other world, a place where sensuality was not just welcomed but prized above all else. She wanted to know his world. "What business have you with the Elves?"

Woodsong pushed his horse forward. "I, Woodsong, Umaine of the People, bring here Princess Joy to parley with the Queen."

The elf looked the Master up and down, his eyes stopping on the face, nipples and finally groin of the mounted figure. His lips drew back in a half smile, half sneer. He spoke a few words of musical language to Woodsong; the Master answered with a longer speech of his own. The only words that Joy could understand were her own name and the Elven for "Princess". She knew that her own poor Elvish with its weak pronunciation would be of little use here. She licked her lips and shifted in her saddle. One of the men behind her groaned and she tensed every muscle in her body not to turn and look at him. There appeared to be some kind of stand-off between the hunters and Woodsong now. Nobody spoke but Woodsong's gaze was firmly fixed upon that of the other elf. 

Joy felt the breeze cold on her nipples and hips. It brushed its fingers through her hair and whispered against her naked skin. She shivered and goosebumps stood out all over her. Her nipples stood up hard at the sudden cold. It was this same breeze that seemed to break the trance. The female elf uttered a single, soft exclamation and gestured to the ground. Woodsong tied his stallions reins in a knot and clambered down from the horse. He gestured for Joy to do the same. The guards quickly followed. 

"Follow my lead, " Woodsong whispered. Accustomed to following his orders in the classroom and also the bedchamber Joy dropped down easily from her mare. The animal stood peacefully. Woodsong got down on all fours. His legs were spread, his arms braced apart. His hairless balls hung down freely between his legs. His head was down, face close to the earth, arms bent. Joy followed him, feeling very foolish and exposed before these elves. She noted that they had not yet loosened their bowstrings. The green pierced elf came forward and used his hand to tip Joys face down. His scent was that of the woodland itself. He was strong but gentle with her. Joy felt that he meant them no harm but that he was also determined to follow this procedure.

Joy felt rather than heard the footsteps circle them. They stopped first by Woodsong. There was a sound like two elves imitating the wind, then a wet sound. A short while later a groan followed. A single soft word of Elven was spoken by the female, her voice beautiful like the singing of bells and far closer now. 

There was peace for a moment.

The female Elf knelt in front of Joy. The Princess could see her navel and the small tattoo at her waist. The bones of her hips protruded above the leather cloth and Joy could see the clothing was padded with fur. The female smelled like streams on an autumn evening. Her navel was pierced with a small string of gems. Joy felt hands either side of her head. They tilted her face upwards. The female elf with the beautiful eyes leant forward. At first Joy thought that the woman was going to kiss her. Her lips were slightly open. Joy had never kissed a girl before and her heart skipped a beat as she thought about it. Despite the strange scene in the clearing the naked ride through the trees had left her horny and wet, and kneeling with her legs apart while her men looked on had done nothing to quell it. The woman did not kiss Joy despite the Princess reaching out hungrily with her soft, curvy lips. Instead she sniffed softly all over the Princess' face and then the crown of her head. Releasing her grip she stood. Her hand ran over the top of Joy's head, down her spine, and over her buttocks. Joy gasped at that touch and arched her back so that her bottom parted and she could feel the cold evening air on her soft young ass hole. Luck had it, dear reader, that the Princess was very wet now. So when an Elven finger, complete with long nail, was inserted into her tightly clinging pussy it did not hurt her. Rather Joy groaned and opened her legs further. The finger withdrew as swiftly as it had entered her leaving her feeling empty and a little violated but all the more horny. She had the rather odd sensation of something brushing against her ass hole and again the sound of sniffing. A digit pressed against her tight anal bung but finding resistance at its lewd probing did not enter her virgin anal ring. 

A swell of hair not her own fell across her naked back and soft lips whispered. "Welcome to the Elf Forests, Princess Joy from the East. You are free to enter. We are sure you will find much here to satisfy your tastes, but little to answer your questions."

The touch spirited away as though it had never been, leaving behind its impression like a raindrop falling from a leaf and leaving it quivering. Joy stood and brushed herself down, walking to join Woodsong who was talking to the elf with the green pierced nipples. Her eyes strayed and saw that the elf woman was examining each of the guards in turn now, sniffing their faces before stroking their swollen balls and sniffing and testing their taut male asses. 

When the ceremony was finished Joy turned to Woodsong. "So what now?" She asked in a voice that seemed girlish even to her own ears. 

The elf with the emerald piercings answered. "Now, Princess Joy, we ride for the Heartree. You have arrived at a most fortuitous time for there is a festival tonight."

"Oh, a festival, lovely!" The young woman smiled and clapped her hands. The elf smiled coldly but she noticed that his eyes never shifted from the swelling globes of her firm young breasts. "Yes, " She thought to herself, "This could be interesting. Very interesting indeed."

What do you see when you imagine an Elf forest, dear reader? Mayhap you see tall beautiful trees with leaves the colour of emeralds and trunks the shape of a young maiden's leg. Do you see light globes hanging from the branches, patterning the rapidly gathering night with all of the colors of the rainbow? Don't forget the soft music of Elven voices raised in passionate song that soothes the spirit and yet awakes it. The leaves and grass at your feet may mingle with moss soft and dewy like the first flush of sexual awakening upon the loins of a young maiden. The light may be a soft goldenness creamy like butter and thick to the eyes. The scent may be the perfume of a thousand different flowers, waxing and blending and changing so that it is never the same twice but always rarer and finer than a Queen's perfume. You may imagine all of these things, dear reader, and you would be right. That is what an Elf forest is like. As the Princess and her royal guard padded their way across the soft carpet of moss that supported and stroked their feet, she was taken to a sharp intake of breath. The experience of entering the hallowed glades of the Elves was so sensual it was as though she had been bathed in a warm bath and put to bed early with a good man. She breathed deeply and was determined to remember the notes of the scent that caressed her nostrils but forgot it the next moment.




Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 05



And the Elves themselves. Ah, the Elves. They are a beautiful race. Tall and willowy, all with green skin and dark hair and eyes the color of gemstones. Tattoos are worn frequently - wings across the shoulders or designs at the lower back, letters in Elven script tattooed to a hip. They wear no clothes above the waist but instead ornament their nipples with jewels so rare and fine they make the mouth water. Ornamentation is something of great significance to them, and elaborate earrings and bracelets and leg cuffs are not unusual. Their clothing itself is basic, as though not to contest with the jewellery and tattoos. Leather loincloths and short leather skirts and thigh length leather boots abound. Hair is long for men and women, reaching to mid back or buttocks. 

The group walked through this cacophony of sound and light and were lead to a ramp leading up into the trees. It seemed to be formed from vines that had flowed together willingly and provided a safe, if spongy, entrance into the heights of the trees. When they reached the top (a long, long way above the ground) the Princess and her escort found other walkways were spread amongst the trees. An overhanging canopy of branches allowed the occasional view of the now dark skies. Birds and bats fluttered around the trunks and flew between the branches so that they filled the air with sound and vibrant life. The Elves themselves sat in small groups watching the creatures of the land. An animal that was half squirrel, half ferret and the color of a foxes' brush danced and jumped and entertained. As the group passed through the Elves almond shaped eyes turned to them and they were examined in detail. Princess Joy could not help but blush to notice how many eyes stopped upon her large breasts. She also felt them burrowing into her buttocks when they had moved on. It was all most disconcerting and unnerving. She was not accustomed to being examined as though she was an item of cattle placed before a crop of common farmers. She searched her heart and found that she did not mind the attention but would have much rather been clothed for this. To do so would have been an affront to the Elves and their customs. So she did what her mother had told her to do in such situations, when one felt nervous. Joy held her head up high and walked with a stride of confidence while meeting each glance with her own enquiring one. When the Elves examined her breasts or the neatly trimmed hair between her legs she did likewise to them. She saw many different types and styles of nipple piercing. Many cuts of skirt and loincloth.

One of the things she found interesting about the Elven style of dress was that they seemed to have no gender assigned roles when it came to clothing. She did not remember Woodsong saying anything about this in his lessons, but both men and women wore cloths or skirts as suited them. There appeared to be no restriction upon such things. She noticed something else also. Here a man stood hand in hand without another man. There a female Elf kissed another on the lips and laughed a sing-song laugh. There still a man and woman fed each other small pieces of fruit cut with a highly carved knife. It was as though gender roles to the Elves were unassigned. She remembered the feeling of the Elven woman's finger inside her slippery pussy earlier and shivered.

The party came to a large open space in the trees. It was a clearing but one elevated high above the forest floor below. Moss carpeted the usual support of vines. Flowers grew up out of it in a wild and careless nature. A throne stood in the middle of the open area, constructed from ivy and roses that had twined together. There was nobody upon the throne but nearby stood two guards and a small troupe of musicians who each held a music instrument. As they spotted the group they struck up a warm and joyous tune that reminded Joy of the leaping of a salmon in a spring stream and the clashing of antlers and the crying of beasts in passion. The Elven man with the emerald pierced nipples held up his hand and they all stopped instantly as though held by magic. 

The darkness on the other side of the forest rippled and flexed as though the leaves of a tree were being pulled back to reveal the bark within. The air seemed to fold over and over itself. Out stepped a figure. She was tall with long flowing dark brown hair that fell like a waterfall from the top of her head over her thin but strong shoulders to touch her waist and thighs. Her eyes even at this distance seemed large in her heart shaped face. Her breasts were larger that those of the average Elven female, big end to fill the hands of a farm labourer or some such. Her waist was small but then flared out like the stem of a wine glass to wide hips encased in a leather skirt. Her legs were long and powerful and glowed in the light. She was carried upon the shoulders of two Elves, powerfully built for their kind with long muscles. The men were dressed in skirts made from leather but inlaid with jewels. Their hair was particularly long and fine. The nipples were adorned with black jewels. They walked with a sway that kept their Queen perfectly balanced upon their shoulders without holding her or touching her in any way. Mounting the steps of the throne they set her down gently by bending to one knee. She stepped lightly from them and lowered herself to the soft padding of the Ivy Throne. A rose settled over her cheek and she sniffed it. She curled her legs up to one side of her like a child sitting to watch the hawks play in the skies above.

The Elves in the clearing all bowed to the throne. They flowed like ripples upon the water into a pattern both formal and natural in its composition. The female elf who had performed the ritual in the clearing padded up the steps of the throne and sat to the left of the Queen's knee, her legs likewise curled up. The two guards stood upon the top step with their hands behind their backs. They surveyed the crowd with eyes both gentle and watchful.

The Emerald nippled man lowered his hand and formed soft words on his lips. "Her most exhaulted Protector Of The Trees, Queen Alhanna, will see you now." Her name sounded like the wind rushing through the upper branches of a tree. His mouth was full of reverence. "Step forward and speak. I will see that your men are entertained."

He bowed low once more to the throne and stepped away.

Joy looked at Woodsong. Her glance was half fear and half amusement. Taking a step forward the Princess took her first close-up look at the Queen of the Elves. The woman had gemstone eyes the color of fine red wine shone through with a torch. As Joy looked at her the Queen touched her tongue to her broad sensuous lips and licked them. The moisture made them shine softly in the light.

She spoke first. "Greetings Princess Joy of the Eastern Realm, and welcome to the Home Of The Elves." The Queen's voice came down from on high sounding deep and throaty. "What brings you here?"

The entire clearing fell into a natural hush at the words. Joy suddenly felt very self concious with all of the eyes upon her. She was very aware of being naked in front of a large crowd of people. Eyes were on her hair, her tits, her ass and her pussy. She felt like she was being opened gently for them. As a Princess she had been raised for moments such as this. Her training flowed through her giving her a bout of confidence. "Queen Alhanna, I come in search of my brother Prince Michael. He was taken from us this very week past."

"What makes you think we know anything about this tragic event?" The Queen reached out her long fingered hand and one of her attendants filled a glass with wine there color of her eyes. Her placed it in her grasp.

"He was taken from his bed, your majesty, and nearby were found several arrows of elven construction. The feathers tied to them were those of black ravens and of unusual size."

"Black ravens you say?" The Queen took a sip from her glass. As she did so Joy could not help but admire her grace and poise. She was a woman who had obviously spent years in her role raised from birth to it just as Joy had been. It was rather disconcerting that the woman was speaking not to Joy's eyes but rather to her large naked breasts. "None here would use such a device upon their arrows. The black raven is banned from these parts."

Joy's heart fell. She had really hoped that the problem would be simply solved. In her mind she wanted to arrive, hear from the Queen who had taken her brother, have her guards rescue him, and then return home in triumph. It was the dream of a very naive girl. 

"Despite this way may know something of such a device on an Elven arrow. This is not the only kingdom of my people upon this world. There are many more." She waved forward one of her black jewelled guards and the two spoke in whispers for a long time. Joy was accustomed to overhearing court gossip across a noisy room but as they spoke in their own language she could hear them but not understand. She made a promise to herself that she would ask Woodsong to teach her more of his language. The occasional word appeared to make sense to her but it was all spoken so fast that her brain could not possibly comprehend the words. When the discourse came to an end the guard stepped away and the Queen spoke once more in her throaty tones. "It appears that we know more than I would originally have thought."

Joy felt her heart come to life once more. "What do you know, your majesty?"

The Queen held up a long tapered finger with a perfectly manicured nail. "This information is available but only at a price. To reveal it to you could cause great danger to my lands."

"What do you need?" Asked Joy, feeling more girl than Princess now. She noted that the Queen's eyes were still very much locked onto her breasts. She thrust out her big rack so that it stood proud upon her young chest. Her firm boobs hung ripely with nipples hard in the cool air. "Name it and it shall be yours."

Turning to the woman who sat to her left the Queen spoke once more in her native tongue. This was a quick conversation but one that produced a smile from both women. "My sister informs me that you bring with you today a great treasure. One that is unusual to find in my own people."

Joy was confused. She looked down at herself and then back at the woman sat high upon the throne. "Your majesty I do not know to what you refer. As you can see I carry nothing."

The Queen's lips quirked and she laughed. The laugh was like water swirling down a brook on a spring day. "It is not what you bring but what you are that is important, Princess. To my people physical goods have very little importance. Experiences are far more crucial. I ask you - to what lengths would you go to rescue your brother?"

"My answer is simple lady. Any." Joy felt the wind play with her hair, both that upon her head and that which lay above her womanly folds.

The Queen smiled even wider. "Excellent! Bring her then. We shall talk more in private." 



Not So Sleeping Beauty Ch. 06



Joy was surprised as she was swept from the ground. Barely a perfumed breath had passed between the queen pronouncing her statement and the lift; her subjects were instantly and devoutly aware of each of her commands. Everything in this beautiful kingdom seemed to run with a tight ritual. Joy felt that since she had entered the border each moment had been strictly proscribed.

She had been placed upon the shoulders of two brawny male guards. Their shoulders felt warm almost to fever beneath her buttocks and she felt a strong tingle where their long fingered hands rested upon the insides of her thighs. Apart from that she was unsupported. As they took a step forward they swayed to balance her like the finest horse from her father's stables. Feeling uncomfortable she put one hand on each of their shoulders. Neither reacted but instead followed the Queen who was similarly mounted. They passed quickly through the curtains of vegetation behind the low platform and into the darkness beyond.

The men carried them up, and up, and further up. Higher and higher they went. Joy began to feel dizzy as the stairs grew narrower and the time passed on. The trees here in the forest were higher than she could ever imagine. They reached the tops of the canopy, bursting out into the night air as a swimmer appearing deep from the ocean depths. The stars were bright this night, dotting the heavens with an uncountable majesty. Hoy tilted her head back, feeling her long hair flow over her shoulders and back. The air was cool and she shivered and felt her nipples harden. The guards felt her move and shifted their hands upon her thighs. One of their wrists brushed lightly against her spread pussy and she shivered, an electric rainbow of colours darting behind her eyes. She admired the moon that lay fat and pregnant on the horizon.

So entranced with the stars was she that the princess did not note when they reahced the platform. Only when her manly steeds had stepped lightly to a halt did she begin to focus on the world around her again. They were on a small platform high above the surrounding landscape. It was perhaps ten paces from side to side and wreathed around the outside with a low wall of flowering vines. A different scent filled the air here, jasmine strong upon the clean soft night air. Joy watched as the Queen was placed lightly upon the wooden floor by her guards; and then followed her down with slightly less grace and poise. Her hand went to her mouth as one of the guards allowed a hand to lingeringly brush up the curve of her backside. She shot him a look from beneath her heavily lidded eyes that was part warning and part invitation. Despite her innocent youth she knew how to use men for her purposes; she had learned such craft with her father. High in the sky here she knew she would need as many allies as she could garner.

Two reclining chairs had been grown in the centre of the platform. The Queen flowed over to them her hand coming out to rest on a jug placed upon a high table. "Now we may talk alone." She smiled, her perfect lips opening with a warm and friendly nature. "You bring a lot of questions here Princess Joy."

"Yes. I must find my brother. He is to inherit the lands and if he vanishes so silently in the night the people will begin to talk." Her gaze fell to her feet. "Plus we miss him dearly."

"Your question troubles me as much as the answer. For me to answer you is to raise a danger so dark that we have not encountered it in many eons, and then place myself within it. The history between our peoples is not one of ancient friendship. You are new to the world as are all of your short lived ancestors but I remember. I remember when you were nothing more than savages and you sought to attack and kill us. I fought in those wars."

Joy heard a sigh and her eyes darted up to the face of the Queen. The woman's eyes had turned inward and she had a thoughtful look on her face. Time passed slowly as the Queen appeared to be deeply lost in memory. Joy had heard from her teacher that this could often happen to the Elven people, lost as they were in the length of their lives. The only polite thing to do was to wait. A gentle night breeze flicked a tendril of hair across the lovely features of the Queen, playing with it with a lover's fingers.

Joy began to grow uncomfortable. She shifted her feet on the boards and that simple movement seemed to break the reverie of the ancient elf. She began to speak one more in her sing-song voice. "But those times are past. Each day the world is made anew and we must create new decisions. Come... sit... have wine." The woman smiled. It seemed only natural to follow her command.

The Princess has been standing for hours. Thankful for the sudden offer of a seat she lowered herself onto one of the reclining chairs, enjoying the way that the petals of the flowers that made up the seat brushed and supported her broad buttocks and the curves of her legs. She shifted her weight and found that the chair flowed beneath her to provide complete comfort. The petals of a flower beneath her seemed to shift of their own accord, drifting up her thigh to rest lightly on the lips of her pussy. Joy felt a blush come to her cheeks and adjusted her weight. The flower again moved, finding the folds of her sex and trailing lightly across them as though swaying in an unfelt breeze. She could not help herself and moved her legs, opening them to allow it better access.

She realised that the Queen was speaking, and marked herself rude for losing her concentration. The sensations from her pussy should not distract her from these delicate negotiations. No matter how delicious they were. Joy thought of her brother and concentrated on his broad and honest face, using the image to settle her swollen libido. 

"Your brother is held by a dark hearted creature, Princess Joy. The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. You must find what is lost before everything that we are is destroyed. Death stalks the land with long fingernails, hatred burning deep within Her heart. It would bring ruin down upon us all and then remake us in Her own image; draw us deep within her and then birth new species of death and horror. She hates all, Princess Joy, but your mother most of all. So she has begun her plot with your family and if we can stop her here we can suck the poison from the world before it is too late. To linger longer would be fool of us."

The Queen sipped her wine, drawing back the goblet so that the red liquid tinged her lips before the strong muscles of her throat pulled it down. Joy shivered, feeling the power of the world revolving around her and hating it with a passion. It was sexually attractive but spoke dark thoughts into her ears. She pushed it away. 

"What is this... dark hearted creative of which you speak?" She asked.

"Ah, for that answer I must seek payment."

"What payment?" Asked Joy, drinking a little of her wine to cover her annoyance. This was drawing out far too long. She was becoming tired. Even the delightful sensation of the tickling petal was beginning to annoy her swollen and dewy pussy. She stood to get away from those agonisingly promising yet distracting touches.

"I must bind you to me, in a way. To give you this secret is to offer the whole of the Elven people up to sacrifice. I must..."

Joy snapped across her. "I will give you anything. I promise not to speak of the secrets to anyone. I just..." Tears sprang to her eyes. "Want my brother back."

The Queen stood now too, her long limbed movement sensuously delightful even to the annoyed Princess Joy. "Anything?"

"Yes." Said Joy. 

"Kneel." The Elf Queen said.

Joy knelt. She placed the wine goblet on the ground next to her right hand, forgetting it instantly. The Elf stepped forward. Joy met her eyes with her own steady gaze. Amazed by the spark of fire that burned within she delighted and revelled in it's life, delighting that those large pupils lay upon her. The Queen seemed to be drinking Joy in to her very thoughts. "I would bind you to me and make you mine," whispered those delightful lips. "Such a fine specimen would make an interesting play companion for all time."

"Just tell me where he is." Joy promised, meaning it with all her heart. "Tell me and I will send the message to my people and stay here with you forever." At that moment she meant it. The events of the day had brought her sexual need deeply upon her. It broke now, a wave crashing hard upon a soft and yielding sandy shore.

"I do believe you mean it. You will grow old, and sad, and your breasts will become heavy and saggy. Your pussy become slack and foul. Your courses cease. Your fine firm buttocks will droop. You will become nothing to me." The Queen sighed, walking around Joy. As she disappeared from sight Joy almost cried out in pain. She needed her eyes upon the woman. She needed her like she had never needed anything before. Joy had heard tales of men who had become addicted to Fashar, a lowland herb that grew along the wet and fertile banks of the Purple Channel. This must be how they felt when they were deprived of it in the winter months.

The Queen continued speaking. "Yet for now you are a fine prize. I would taste you once, fleetingly, and remember you forever. If you bind yourself to me I will give you the answer you seek. You must then leave here immediately never to return. I would remember you always as you are, never tainted by the evil of age that vents itself upon your people. Do you agree?"

Knowing full well the pact she was making Joy nodded. She would bind herself to this woman and forever suffer the deprivation of not knowing her presence. She would do that for her brother, her family, her kingdom... and for one night of blazing passion.

A snap sounded behind her, so low and gentle that had the night not been so quiet she would not have heard it. Joy could feel the Queen move once more, sensing her silent and sensuously sexual presence as she walked the other half of the circle. 

The Queen stepped back into Joy's eyesight and the young Princess could not help but allow her eyes to be drawn to that magnetic presence. The Queen had removed the short wrapping of leather that had bound her hips and now moved sensuously naked. Joy gasped, running her tongue along her suddenly dry lips. The shock of the sight dived through her very core like a shooting star flickering across the skies. It left behind a strange and burning desire that the teenager did not quite understand. 

The Queen stepped close, placing her hand against the back of Joy's head. The young woman closed her eyes, breathing the scent of the Elf deeply. Everywhere their skin touched Joy felt the warmth and sensuality of the other being flow into her. It was as though every inch of skin was now a single softly giving organ of sensual pleasure.

"Please..." Whispered the Queen.

Joy leaned forward, a tear of love trickling down her cheek. She had made a bargain and she longed to keep it. She must keep it for her family and the sake of her people. Now she knew the truth that bargain would be painful to keep and would haunt her for the rest of her days. To know such beauty existed and to never again taste its greatness would savage her young soul daily, slicing it ragged like so many knives.

But a bargain must be kept.

Joy opened her eyes and ran her tongue lovingly along the Elven Queen's magnificent cock...